Addiction

chapter seventeen

BLAKE’S POV:

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After a few hours consisting of swearing, junk food and cod, the game starts to take a toll on my sanity due to my constant winning and Harper’s constant whinging of me doing so.

Harper insists that I’ve been cheating...

As much as she nags and moans, I still can’t help but be immensely turned on by the demanding tone in her voice as she whines.

Sex

“Hey come here,” she quietly asks, tiredness standing out in her voice.

Going to stand up; I sit back down at her request and she gestures me to come closer

“Hmm?” I hum. She looks so huggable right now, dressed in one of her weird band shirts. The type of musical group no one has probably heard of before and god knows what genre it is as well.

“Have you totally forgotten about your arm or what?” She inquires, grabbing a firm grip on my hand and tracing her fingers from her free hand up and down the now scarred skin. I totally forgot.

Haha.

“Oh yeahhh,” I drag, just as surprised as she was at my attention deprived arm.

Ops.

She examines it while I have a geezer also.

“It’s only left healing cuts running up my arm and a little bruising, no big whoop.”

“Blake. There’s a fucking mad scar running up your fore arm,” she stresses

“Want to kiss it better?”

She sits up, swings her legs over me and wraps them around my back, eyes on mine as she lifts the wounded arm up and kisses the healing scars.

So unexpected.

Her plump lips on my flesh and the warm tongue she owns occasionally swirling around also. Being the self-indulged idoit I am; I moan… and loudly that is.  

“F-Fucking stop…Ahh,” I fustratedly huff. My length is hardened by her eccentric touch and I’m not sure if I can hold myself together physically with her for much longer, my resistance is running low.

How do I tell her this? Like hey Harper, stop fucking teasing me or I will not hesitate to throw you on the bed and have sex with you.

She’s a deadest tease, and she doesn’t even realise it. Well not that I know of anyway.

I gently move my arm away and tilt her head up softly to face mine

“We have school tomorrow,” I whisper into her ear, pushing loose strands of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

Harper instantly whirls her head around and leers... like she didn’t have a clue. She actually likes school, so I don’t know what she’s on about.

“Daniel,” she sighs with worry. “And the teachers.”

“I’ll be fine,” I shrug. It’s not that I don’t care, I do, it’s just the fact that I’ve found myself in deep shit ever since I’ve been at that school, so I learn not to care anymore.

She moves away from me suddenly.

Here we go.

“How many times have I been to the principal’s office with you? Knocked out, with a bloody face and busted lips, I’ve seen it all with you. The headmaster said if you fuck up one more time she’ll expel you. Don’t you get it?”

It’s true. Harpers usually the one breaking up the fights that are mostly caused by me, cleaning up my cuts, and coming to the principal’s office with me while I get in shit. Her good grades and charismatic persona seem to persuade the teachers and get my idoit self out of the shit I put myself into.  

“He deserved it but,” I grumble, head down looking at the floor.

“Don’t change the subject,” she presses.

“Well what do you want me to do?” I urge. I’m getting annoyed... especially with myself as there’s a huge possibility that I will be kicked out, and there’s nothing I can do about it really. Also, I’m trying to restrain myself from raising my voice. It’s hard.

“Hmm lemme’ see... not be a dickhead and not get yourself kicked out school.”

“I’m tired. Let’s go to bed.” I change the subject again. Terribly.

“Whatever. Have fun tomorrow, I won’t be there,” She sneers with sarcasm while turning away from me, fully pissed off.

“Don’t be like that,” my foolish-self softens.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snaps as she dramatically presses the off button on the TV remote, before throwing it on the couch

By now we’re both standing up, Harper facing away from me. Before she gets the chance to move, I grab her gently from behind and pull her into my warmth. She must be tired because she doesn’t budge.

“I like when you do that,” she says with defeat, gesturing to my hands rubbing her soft, bare skin of her stomach under her shirt.

“And I like you.”

“You’re an idoit. That was incredibly cheesy. Wow,” She laughs as I feel the quick repetitive exhales from her chuckles on my hands. “C’mon lets sleep.”

I let go and pull down the covers. I’ve come to inevitable decision that I want to cuddle her tonight. No more pillow barriers that protect my fridgetness. Man up you wuss.

“Yeah yeah I know, you on this side, me on the other,” She exhales as she leans down over the bed to fluff the pillows. She’s obviously familiar with out new “no touch” routine. I quickly shake my head in disagreement before she moves any more.  

“What?” Harper is so confused at the moment. Insert evil laugh here.

I hush her and hop into bed; she wearily joins as well, still looking at me like a mad man. Once the lights get flicked off and all movement between us has stopped; I scoot my figure over towards hers and entwine our arms and legs together, head rested intoxicatingly close to the back of hers. Hair is now spread all on the front of my face but I don’t seem to care. If anything it comforts me more

“Hmm Blake,” she hums. “About time you idoit.”

I can feel her facial features lift from our heads basically touching, so I can tell she has a sleepy grin contently on her flawless complexion. Harper wriggles here behind onto my front, her back on my chest, cosily spooning. It’s complete ecstasy.

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