Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Sixteen

Part Sixteen

Harry's lips part, my slow breathing exchanging with his. My lips brush his as I remain slightly higher than him, my bottom between his legs and my own wrapped around his waist. His slightly open eyes stare into mine, letting my vision to be blocked from his green eyes. His hands wrap around my waist, the long digits gently brushing my skin and carefully caressing it.

I place another soft kiss to his top lip, his yearning lips enticing me to do more. His nose brushes mine, his hands moving up my shirt and placing his hands on my bare skin. He watches my eyes closely, my heart beating rapidly as he continues to move his hands up, setting on my ribcage, and the tank top bunches on my chest.

"You have my heart," I whisper, rushing my words to let them out. My eyes are squeezed closed, afraid to look at him, even though he has already told me I have his own beating heart. I take my forehead off his and his hands remain on my sides, not letting go.

Moments pass, fading into seconds, my heart pulsing in my ears. Harry's hands remove from my sides, my top falling. I feel two warm palms place onto the burning skin on my cheeks, my nervousness surfacing onto my body.

"Beth," he whispers, my eyes remaining closed in the feeling of desperation and fear. "Beth please look at me."

My hands move down his neck, onto his shoulders, gripping his muscles as if I had only the bare skin left. I hesitantly lift my eyelids, glancing down at him. His eyes stay on me and I feel my heart hit my chest, afraid of what he might say. A small tear falls down my cheek, only to quickly be wiped away from his thumb, his soft touch developing a sense of security.

"Hey, hey, shh. Beth, it's okay. You don't have to be afraid."

I nod and he brings my head closer, his nose hitting mine and forehead on mine. He kisses the corner of my lips and he wraps one arm around my body, holding me close to him.

"You aren't going to get hurt. I won't let you get hurt."

I look up, taking my eyes off his lips and looking into his eyes. I nod, bringing my head down and kissing him, not wanting to let him go. He falls back and holds me close, moving his lips with mine and brushing my hair back. He moves his hands back to my waist, his hands entering my shirt yet again. He slides it up and I pull away from the kiss, looking down at him, eyes so soft and caring I knew I was safe. I raise my arms and he pulls the shirt off, my strapless bra exposed and my stomach as well.

His hands place on my waist after throwing my shirt across the room, his hands flipping us over so he's on top of me. I look up at him and he smiles down at me, his soft fingers coming up to my face and brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I smile and he kisses my forehead.

"You are so beautiful Beth. And I never want you to go."

He places his lips to my temple and leaves them there, holding to care and show his need. He moves his head up, glancing down at my lips.

I lean up and he presses his lips to mine, every touch showing our care and compassion for each other.

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"Beth, no," Harry says after I accidentally drop some fries in his car. I stifle a laugh and work to pick them up, throwing them into the McDonalds bag. I look at him and smile, his eyebrows crunched in slight anger.

"Get over it Harry. It was four fries."

"Yes, in my pristine car."

I laugh and grab his hand. "Boys and their cars."

"My very expensive car."

I smile and pop a fry in my mouth. The pursuit to the hardware store seems to be taking longer, considering the massive amounts of traffic. Harry stopped to get food and we left to get the paint for my house, but with the traffic, Harry is on his last nerve.