Dark side of light

22.Late morning talks

After our kiss, i led Harry to the bedroom and we fell onto the soft bed. My hand found his and gave it a gentle squeezed.

"I can't believe you work for the government" I stated. It was so hard to believe. All of this.

"Why does that surprise you this much?"

"I don't know really. Maybe I've watched far too many movies in my life? And you're so young. You're not exactly how I've been imagining a secret agent to look like." Harry let out a loud laugh.

"Well I'm sorry for not being Mr.Bond" he added still looking at the white ceiling above our heads.

"I wouldn't want you to be Mr.bond. He changes his women like he changes his socks." I earned another laugh from him, which made me smile as well.

"Do you consider yourself my woman?" He asked catching me off guard.

I could feel my cheeks burning.

"It's not what meant, I.."

"You didn't answer"

"It depends on you" Harry sat up and looked down at me.

"I hate to see you like this. All covered in bruises" he stated and softly ran his hand along the large bruise painted around my left eye. I closed my eyes and hissed a little, but as always his touch was calming. Those damn big, cold hands.

"You didn't answer" I whisper-mocked him.

"You didn't form a question" he replied, and his lips found mine. One of my hands travelled immediately to his hair, tugging lightly. "Will you do me the honour of being mine than?" He whispered, barely detaching his lips from mine. I just nodded, not really trusting my voice. "Good" he added and put his hands under my white shirt. I instinctively backed my stomach away from him due to the coldness, but he kept me close. "I thought you liked my hands".

"I do. But they are so cold".

"Let me warm them up a little" he purred. I furrowed my brows, but all was clear when one of his hands traveled lower, and lower, aaaand fucking lower, until it stopped on the zipper of my jeans. "Can I?" He pleaded, like a child on a Christmas Eve, wanting to rip away the paper to see what's inside the box. In this case, I guess I was the box.

"Yes" I said weakly and he wasted no time. Harry's hand dragged the zipper down and his fingers came in contact with my hot skin. Never have I ever felt this good. I swear. No ex-boyfriend of mine has ever made me feel this good, just by touching my body. And here was Harry, looking so focused on the activity he was performing. He looked at my private parts with wild desire that was visible in his orbs. I hid my face in the pillow and let the pleasure he was giving me to overtake me. With every move of his fingers I could feel the blissful moment of pure ecstasy building up within me. And soon I found myself on the edge.

"Harry, I'm..."

"Shhhh...let it go Ella" he soothed me and with that I did as he said. I let the pleasure take over, making my brain forget on what planet I was. I hadn't opened my eyes for another couple of minutes until Harry zipped my jeans back and kissed my cheek. "You're welcome beautiful" he said.

"Honestly. The best orgasm I've ever experienced Harry. I guess you have many talents that are still for me to discover." He only chuckled and hid his face in the crook of my neck. As much as I wanted this moment to last forever, I had too many questions for them to remain piled up in my brain. Soon I would go bonkers. "Does the Queen know?"

"That I've just pleasured you?" He asked with his face still pressed against my neck.

"No silly" I hit his arm playfully. "Does she know about MI4 and what you do?"

He sighed.

"The Queen doesn't know half the things that happen just under her nose. She does the job of waving and smiling for the cameras. She only knows what she needs to know. That's it. She's happy when her country is safe and prospers well. And when the queen is happy, the entire nation is happy. Problem solved, no one needs to know how me provide safety".

"Wow. It's so secret that not even the head of the country knows about its existence" I said.

"It's for her own good trust me."

"Ok. I think I've had enough informations, from the category of my country's inner secrets for one day. Do you want some coffee?" I asked, really hoping to change the heavy subject.

"Sure. Are you ok with all this?" He asked, concern evident in his look.

"Yea. I just need time to absorb everything. Let it sink in and accept it" he only nodded his head, so I sliped out of the room and made my way downstairs to make that coffee for myself and Harry.