She's Not Afraid

The Epilogue: 10 Years Later

"Does Sofia know you plan on doing this?" Louis said nervously as he walked beside Harry. They had found themselves at an underground boxing ring, where Harry and Zayn recruited some of the older boys to do undercover jobs for them. They found that putting in new boys every time put everyone in less danger when it came to controlling the drug and weapon circles.

"No," Harry said, as they stopped in front of the building, "But I can't shake this feeling, and I didn't really know how to explain it to her without showing her."

"So, this kid stole your wallet, huh?" Louis said, a small smirk appearing on his face, "He must be smart."

"He's not smart," Harry growled, opening the door and walking into the underground gym, "I just wasn't paying attention."

Harry looked around the gym, looking for the same boy he had been looking at for the last month. Every time he came here, his eyes found this kid. His name was Nate, and he was 15. He was far too young to be boxing here, but he was good. He had raw talent, and he reminded Harry of himself at that age. He was angry, and uncontrolled, but he wasn't a lost cause yet.

"There he is," Harry mumbled, pointing to the lanky dark haired kid who was putting on gloves. Before he could step up onto the matt, Harry had grabbed him, pulling him towards the gym door, with Louis trailing behind them.

"What the fuck man!" Nate cried out, trying to get Harry off of him, but Harry was too strong. He had yanked Nathan out of the building, and now had him against the wall. Nate glared up at him, which didn't affect Harry at all. He lived with Sofia, Birdie, and Hope, Harry had his fair share of glaring. Harry stood straighter, and put on his best angry dad expression, with his arms crossed against his chest. Nathan immediately shrunk back from him.

"Where's my wallet?" Harry asked, his voice calm and low.

"I don't know know what –"

"Nathan, I'm not playing around with you," Harry snapped, "Give me my wallet or I go to the police."

"Are you kidding me man?" Nathan growled.

"3... 2..." Harry counted down, something he had gotten very good at over the years, and suddenly the wallet appeared, causing Harry to sigh in relief. Harry opened the wallet to see that all the money he had in there had disappeared.

"Alright," Harry said, "Let's go." He grabbed Nate by the arm and pulled him to the car that Louis had driven down here with him. Nathan struggled in Harry's grip, but again, it was to no avail.

"You told me if I gave you the wallet you wouldn't go to the police! What are you doing?!" Nathan cried, as Harry opened the door.

"I'm taking you to the police station," Harry snapped, "I'm taking you home."

"You're what?" Nathan growled, "I don't need your charity! I don't need to go home with you!"

"You're fifteen years old," Harry growled back, "You don't know what you need."

Harry slammed the door behind him, before climbing into the passenger seat. Louis looked up nervously from the drivers seat, into the rearview mirror.

"I'm Louis," he said to the boy, who was pouting in the back, "I'm just along for the ride, but we have great food back at the house!"

"Fuck off," Nathan mumbled, causing Louis to look over at Harry. Harry shrugged calmly.

"It's what I would've said."


***

Nathan stood next to Harry and Louis looking horrified, as they stopped to look in the backyard, there were kids everywhere.

"Are you having a family reunion or something?" Nathan asked, looking up at Harry. But, Harry was too busy looking at the pool.

"I told Birdie she couldn't buy that bathing suit, I specifically told her she could not buy that bathing suit," Harry hissed, as he stared at his 14 year old, who was chasing Niall's 15 year old son, Patrick around the pool, in a pink polka dotted bikini that made Harry want to gauge his eyes out.

"You're so protective," Louis said, chuckling at Harry.

"Hey, just you wait," Harry snapped, "One day Rosie isn't going to be five anymore, Lou. And you're not going to know what to do with yourself."

"To answer your question," Louis said, turning to Nathan, and ignoring Harry's dramatics, "This is immediate family." Nathan's mouth dropped open, but he followed Louis into the gate.

"Harry, Lou!" Danielle greeted, a 4-year-old girl on her arm, "Your wives were just asking about you."

"Nate, this is my sister-in-law, Danielle," Harry said with a smile, "That's her daughter Lilly, she's four. They've got two boys running around here somewhere, David and Noah."

"I'm going to find my wife," Louis said, clapping Nathan on the back in good luck.

"Come on," Harry said, grabbing Nathan's shirt and pulling him along.

"DAD!" a voice rang out, and Harry looked up to see Hope running towards him, her little brother following, along with Niall's youngest son.

"What did I say about running near the pool?!" Niall barked at the two of them. Harry laughed at his friend, before sending him a nod in greeting.

"That's Niall," Harry said, "He adopted Sean here," Sean waved at Nathan, who waved back, "And Patrick, over there. Patrick is your age, so is my daughter Birdie. And these are my other two, Hope and Nick."

"Mum's looking for you," Hope said, "Wants to know if you would cook dinner tonight. She's been calling."

"Of course she does, alright, I'll go find her," Harry said, "Why don't you show Nathan around, introduce him to the older kids, okay?"

Hope immediately took Nathan's hand, catching him off guard, but as pulled him towards the pool, he seemed to relax a bit. Harry watched as Niall, who used to be the most carefree person in the world, barked about safety and Ella stood beside him laughing.

"Have you seen my wife?" Harry asked Zayn, who was kicking a ball with Rosie and his five year old son Danny.

"She's inside with my wife," Zayn said, "I believe they are discussing my upcoming divorce."

Harry grinned at him, before clapping him on the back, "That's what you get for knocking her up with twins, man."

Harry slid Liam's back door open, and stepped inside the kitchen, where Emily and Sofia were talking. They both looked up at him, Emily scowling, as Sofia smiled at him broadly.

"There you are!" she greeted, walking up to him and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Where's the youngest?" Harry asked, referring to their 3-year-old Charlie.

"Down for a nap," Sofia answered. Harry looked over at Emily, who was still scowling and looking miserable. She was expected to go into labor any day now, and all she wanted to do was get those babies out of her.

"Emily, you look beautiful as always," Harry said, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Fuck off, Styles," Emily mumbled, both hands on her very large stomach.

"You know, your husband threated one of the kids with a spanking when that word came out of their mouth," Harry said with a grin, "I'm sure he'd do the same to you."

"If he can bend me over, he can spank me," Emily growled, causing Sofia to laugh loudly, before she exited the kitchen, leaving Harry and Sofia
alone.

Harry turned to her, to ask her how everything had been going, but Sofia was too fast for him.

"Who's your friend?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, and eying him suspiciously.

"He's one of the kids from the boxing ring," Harry answered, "He stole my wallet."

"He's a a little young for the ring isn't he? And for stealing?" Sofia asked, looking out the window.

"Way too young," Harry said quietly, "He's on the long road to nowhere if he keeps it up..."

"So why is he here?" Sofia asked, looking up at Harry, though she was pretty sure she already knew why.

"I just want to give him a place to stay for a few days, until I find out where his parents are," Harry said, "I've been following him –"

"That's creepy."

"And he always goes to the homeless shelter," Harry said, sending her a quick glare, "I think he's a runaway. I just want to give him a safe place until I find out where his parents are."

"Liar," Sofia chirped, catching her husband off guard. He looked down at her in surprise.

"After 10 years, I know when you're lying to me, Harry Styles," Sofia said, "You have no interest in finding that boy's parents." Harry sighed deeply, before biting his lips.

"Look, I know it's asking a lot –" Harry started.

"You promised me after baby number 4, we were done with kids," Sofia said, "You've knocked me up with baby number five." Harry grinned, and put his hand on Sofia's still flat stomach.

"Our little Daisy," he grinned

"You don't know if it's a girl," Sofia said

"It's a girl, believe me, Emily is having twin girls and you are having a girl, I know it. We're all in fucking trouble, because the 3 of them are going to be worse then you ever were. Believe me, we're having another girl," Harry said.

"That's not the point. We're already at four, adding a fifth, and now you want to throw a sixth in there?" Sofia hissed.

"Look, I just get this feeling, I was supposed to find this kid," Harry said, "He belongs with us."

"MUM!" a voice screeched, snapping both adults out of their thoughts, "Nathan needs a bathing suit."

Sofia looked up to see Nathan standing there with Hope and Nicholas, he was soaked head to toe, but smiling widely. Sofia grinned at the sight of the 3 of them. Sofia didn't want to get the heart warming feeling in her stomach, but she did.

"No, Nathan needs to dry off," Sofia said, "My brother keeps clothes in the guest room, I'll show you. Hope, go find your sister, we're leaving soon."

"What?" Hope snapped, "I don't want to leave."

"I don't care what you want to do," Sofia said, her stern tone perfected over the years, "I'm getting your brother up and then we're leaving."

"That's not fair!" Hope snapped

"Drop the attitude, Hope," Harry said, "Before I help you drop it." Hope knew better then to cross Harry, so she didn't say anything but she turned, stomping out of the house. Sofia took Nathan's hand, leading him up the stairs.

"What do you think of Nate?" Harry asked his oldest son, kids had the best sense when it came to people.

"I think he's awesome,' Nick answered, "He helped me beat Patrick's team in the water fight, and he wasn't even dressed for it. And he didn't join the older kids when they asked, he stuck with me. That's pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling, "That is pretty cool."


***


Dinner at the Style's house was always loud, between Birdie and Hope either arguing or giggling, and Nicholas trying to speak over both of them to tell his latest story, and Charlie being a baby, it was hard for either parent to get a word in edge wise. But this is what Harry and Sofia lived for, the idea of loud dinners with too many kids. This was their dream come true. While for some, a house full of kids didn't mean much, for two kids who never had much of a real family dinner, this meant everything.

Sofia watched Nathan over dinner, he didn't seem overwhelmed at all. He listened to Nick, when no one else did. And he shook his head at Birdie, and he even stopped Hope from throwing something at her older sister when she got annoyed. And he was really good with Charlie, really good for someone who spent their free time in an underground boxing ring. Sofia could see what Harry saw in him, he had Harry's charm.

"So, I heard you stole my husbands wallet," Sofia said to Nate, as she pulled him out onto the patio for some tea.

"Yeah," Nathan said, looking down embarrassed. Sofia grinned, at least he knew to act embarrassed.

"You must be pretty clever," Sofia said.

"Or stupid," Nate replied, Sofia enjoyed his wit, "You're husband doesn't seem like the kind of guy you should cross."

"He's not," Sofia agreed, laughing, before she turned to Nathan, "I don't have my husbands subtly, so I'm just going to ask you. Where are you parents, Nathan?"

"Mum died of cancer when I was little," Nathan answered, apparently he wasn't subtle either, "Dad likes the bottle more then he likes me. So, I left" Sofia sighed deeply, no wonder Harry connected with him so much.

"Look, Harry wanted to give you a place to stay until we found your parents," Sofia said, "But clearly, that's not going to happen."

Nathan looked up at her surprised, he enjoyed how honest she was. Not many people were as straightforward as her. It was rare to find someone who cut the bullshit out, and got straight to the point. Nathan always got straight to the point, and it looked like Sofia did too.

"I'm not going to give you a room in my house and food from our fridge," Sofia said, "Just so you can continue living whatever life you live."

"Good to know," Nathan snapped, ready to turn away from the woman, he didn't need a lecture.

"But I'm a good mom," Sofia continued, watching the boy carefully, "I come with references. And Harry's a great dad. And we have a really great family. So, if you stay here... that's what you get. A mum and a dad and a family. But you follow our rules, and you cut the bullshit like stealing and underground fighting, and you let us help."

"I don't need your help!" Nathan snapped at her, "I don't want your help."

"I was fifteen once," Sofia said, "Didn't have much of a family, didn't think I needed anyone's help. Harry too. But when you grow up, you realize that you don't know everything at fifteen. And being on your own doesn't make you independent, or strong, or brave. It makes you lonely."

Nathan swallowed hard as he listened to her words, he looked around their yard. He enjoyed it here, he liked Harry, and his wife. He liked their kids. He wished that he had been born into a family like this, one with the nice house, and the big back yard, and a ton of kids. But he wasn't born into this, because life wasn't fair. And he had come to terms with that a long time ago, she wasn't going to shake up his thoughts.

"Why do you even care?" he asked, turning back to her, his eyes narrowed. Sofia sighed, choosing her words carefully. She liked this kid, and like Harry, she felt he belonged here. She didn't want to scare him off.

"I think every kid has a right to be a kid," Sofia said, shrugging, "And I can't help every kid that's forced to grow up too fast, but I can help you. And I want to help you. Harry does too. We can help you be a kid again. If you let us."

"Aren't you scared a kid from the wrong side of the tracks is going to mess up your perfect family?" Nathan barked at her, he was trying to be intimidating.

"You don't scare me, Nathan," Sofia said, with a sly smile, as she heard the back door open, and Harry slid out of it. He glanced between the two of them unsure of what was going on.

"You think you're scary because you throw some punches and smoke weed?" Sofia asked, catching Nathan by surprise, "Oh? Did you think I couldn't smell it? Anything you have done or are doing, I promise you I've done worse."


"Yeah right," Nathan scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"That's actually very accurate," Harry said with a grin. Nathan looked between them, as though unsure of what to do.

"What are you afraid of, Nathan?" Sofia asked, "That you'll like it here better then being on your own?"

"I'm not afraid!" Nathan barked, he was getting defensive. Sofia smiled, she had him cornered. He wanted to prove that he wasn't scared, and she was going to let him.

"Good, then let's make a deal," Sofia said, "Give us one week. One week and if you don't want to be here at the end of the week, we'll drop you off wherever you want and never bother you again."

"One week?" Nathan asked, his eyes wide.

"One," Sofia agreed. She stuck her hand out for the boy to shake, and Nathan did.

"Birdie's inside right now trying to put on some chick flick for the 50 thousandth time, so help me out, and go pick out something manly," Harry said to the boy, and Nathan slipped back inside.

"One week?" Harry asked, looking at his wife, "That might not be long enough to convince him, Sofia. What if he wants to leave after one week?"

"I don't care what he wants," Sofia said, her mother tone coming out, and making Harry grin, "He's fifteen. I'm only pretending for his sake that he has a choice in the matter, he isn't going anywhere."

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, taking her into his arms, "It's a lot to take on."

"I'm never sure," Sofia said, "But you're right, there's something about him. I feel like he belongs here."


***

"So he's doing okay then?" Liam asked, arm around Danielle. It wasn't often they got to have a meal by themselves without kids, so when they found the time, they used it. They were all sat around the restaurant table, discussing Nathan. It had been a few days, and he fit in well. He was still a little unsure of all the family, they could be very overwhelming. But, he liked the kids, and he hadn't caused any trouble. He didn't run off either, which Louis was sure he was going to do. He was sticking to the deal.

"Patrick loves him," Ella said, with a smile, "Thinks it's nice to have another older kid around."

"He's a bit rough around the edges though," Zayn said, "But nothing we can't straighten out, right Haz?"

"Kid just needs some love and discipline," Harry agreed, but he was looking at Sofia. Sofia was across the restaurant, working on a business deal. She was dressed head to toe in business attire, and she was trying to re-work a contract, that would put a smaller pub in her ownership as well.

Harry watched her carefully as she giggled and flirted with the man in front of her. Even though he was married, he still hated seeing her with other men. It drove him crazy. He had to bite the inside of his cheek, as he watched her lean over and put her hand on the man's shoulder, he was laughing at something she was saying. Then she looked over at Harry, catching his eye, she sent him a wicked grin. Harry let out a low growl, she was driving him crazy on purpose.

"Think she'll get the pub?" Danielle asked.

"Sure she will," Liam said, "She's a fucking shark in deals. I had her come into a meeting, for the new catering service at the restaurant. She had them knock down the price of services in like 2 hours. Takes no shit from anyone. She'll get it."

"He likes her," Emily said, "I think that helps. This guy has a thing for her, and she using that to her advantage."

"Clearly," Harry growled, and Emily couldn't help but smile. Emily had been a co-owner with Sofia for the past few years, but Emily was on leave because she was about to burst.

"You don't flirt like that, do you babe?" Zayn asked, grinning down at her, but Emily saw the fire behind his eyes.

"Who wants to flirt with a whale?" Emily barked up at him, and Zayn groaned loudly at her. Harry watched as Sofia and the man stood up, Sofia shaking his hand. He took a deep breath, as the man hugged her, the hug lasting longer then it should. Soon, Sofia was walking over and placing herself down next to Harry to join them all for a meal.

"What the fuck was that?" Harry growled low in her ear, grabbing her thigh a little too tight. She turned and grinned at him, a mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"What was what?" Sofia asked innocently, "I was getting the job done."

"Did you get the deal made?" Emily asked

"No, not yet," Sofia said, "He's gonna re-write the contracts and I'll look over them again. But I'm not worried, I'll just have to wear a better suit next time."

"I'm going to kill you," Harry hissed, not looking up from his menu, he didn't even have to look up to know that Sofia was grinning from ear to ear.

"Green is a terrible color on you, Hazza," Eleanor chirped.

"She needs to behave," Harry growled.

"She's still not a dog, Harry," Danielle said, not looking up from her menu either, and causing Sofia to snort.


***


It was the end of the week, and Sofia Styles was rushing out of her car. She had finally gotten the deal that she wanted on the pub, but he wanted the contracts on her side as well. Charlie had gotten sick in the morning, and in a rush to clean her suit off and change, she had totally forgotten the contracts – and her cellphone.

"Hey mum," Birdie chirped as Sofia rushed into the door.

"Hi baby," Sofia said, kissing her quickly.

"Mum, I need to know if you can take drive me to the football game tomorrow," Hope said, walking into the room, not caring about her mother's rush, just about her social life.

"Yes, me or your father will take you," Sofia answered, smiling at the fact that it was a foot ball game Hope was concerned about, as she moved towards the kitchen. She was rushing around, slamming drawers and opening cabinets, looking for her cellphone.

"Sofia," a stern voice rang out. One that still sent shivers down her spine, even after all these years. She looked up to see Harry, his face hard and his jaw locked, he was approaching her from the hallway.

"Uh oh," Nicholas said, from his spot at the table, he had been so quiet, Sofia hadn't even noticed him there, "You're in trouble."

"Why do you figure?" Sofia asked her son.

"Because that's dad's spanking voice," Nick said, as Harry entered. Nicholas looked up at him, "And that's dad's spanking face."

Sofia snorted at her son, because she knew her husbands spanking voice and face long before he was ever thought of.

"I told you to go get ready," Harry barked, "If you aren't packed in 10 minutes, the only one seeing my spanking face will be you." Sofia watched as her son shot up from his seat, rushing from the kitchen.

"What's with you?" she asked

"Looking for something?" Harry asked in response, holding up her cellphone.

"Oh thank God," Sofia sighed, reaching out for it. Harry pulled it away from her.

"I read your latest text," Harry growled, "From your contract boy."

"He's not a boy, and you shouldn't be reading my texts," Sofia
snapped, trying to grab her phone.

"He asked you out for drinks," Harry growled.

"And I said no," Sofia growled back.

"He thought he had a chance, because you were flirting with him," Harry snapped.

"I wanted to get the deal made," Sofia said. Harry's eyes narrowed at her, and he circled the kitchen counter like she was prey. She knew this game, it wasn't one they got to play often now a days, but one she still enjoyed.

"You know," he hissed, grabbing her from behind and pushing her into the counter, sending tingles down her spine, "After 10 years, you should know better. I don't like people trying to take what's mine."

"Are you jealous?" Sofia hissed back, trying to ignore his hot breath on her neck.

"No, he doesn't stand a chance," Harry growled, "But it looks like I have to remind you who you belong to. Clearly, you haven't gotten the message yet."

"You mean the four kids aren't reminder enough?" Sofia laughed, but stopped as Harry's grip on her hips got tighter.

"This isn't something to laugh about, Sofia," Harry whispered in her ear, "I'm pissed. And you've been naughty. And naughty girls get –"

"Hey," a voice interrupted them, both looking up and spotting Nate in the doorway, "Oh sorry, was I interrupting something?"

"No," Sofia said, pushing Harry off her, and ignoring his grunt of protest, "Nothing important. Harry was just being ridiculous and making me late for a meeting, what's up?"

"I just wanted you to know I thought about that deal," Nathan said, as Birdie walked into the kitchen.

"What deal?" she asked.

"The deal that is none of your business," Harry snapped at his oldest daughter, taking in her crop top and shorts, "If you think you're going out in that your crazy."

"Dad, everyone wears this!" Birdie cried

"I don't care what everyone else does," Harry snapped, "You don't."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do I sound like I'm kidding? Go change."

"Mum!" Birdie protested, causing Harry's eyes to narrow in anger, he
hated when their kids tried to play them against each other, "Mum! Tell him!"

"Sorry kiddo, you know that doesn't work," Sofia said, grabbing the contracts off the counter, "What your dad says, goes."

"YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" Birdie shrieked, before stomping out of the kitchen. Harry sighed deeply, before turning to his wife.

"Apparently, my disciplining skills are needed elsewhere," he said, and Sofia nodded in amusement, "This conversation isn't over." Sofia scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

"Keep it up," he called, walking out of the kitchen, "I dare you, Mrs. Styles."

Nathan looked confused at the whole conversation as he stood there quietly, in the kitchen doorway.

"Sorry," Sofia said, "The deal?"

"Yeah, I think I want to take you up on it, permanently. If that's okay," Nathan said slowly, his voice unsure. Sofia smiled wide at him.

"Of course that's okay. So Good to hear," Sofia said, grabbing her keys, "I'll take you out this weekend, and we can find some stuff to make your room more yours."

"Seriously?" Nathan asked, grinning.

"Dead serious," Sofia said, opening the back door, before turning back to Nathan, "Welcome to the family!"


***


Sofia climbed the stairs of her home after a very exhausting day. She had come home to an empty, quiet house, which was something she wasn't familiar with. As she entered her bedroom, Harry's back was turned to her, putting clothes away.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, catching Harry off guard. He turned to her, a grin on his face.

"Sleepovers with the aunts, uncles, and cousins," Harry said, his grin widening as Sofia realized their conversation from earlier really wasn't over.

"You know, Nick hates sleepovers," Sofia said, "You're going to get a phone call saying to come pick him up at some ridiculous hour."

"Nah, he'll be alright," Harry said, as he looked at his wife, his eyes traveling from head to toe. He licked his lips, and his eyes grew dark. After 10 years, you'd think he'd have enough of her body. But, he didn't. He still found her to be the most beautiful person in the world.


"How was your meeting? Did you get the deal?" he asked, and she rolled his eyes at him.

"Yes, I did," Sofia said, turning away from him, and taking off her earrings.

"Hope all the flirting was worth it," Harry growled, his hands suddenly
on her hips, "Was it worth it?"

Sofia turned, looking up at him. Her eyes were sparkling and there was a cheeky grin playing on her face. If he wanted to play, she could play.

"Oh, it was worth it," she grinned, "He was very fun, not to mention how handsome." She watched as Harry's eyes narrowed on her, and his jaw locked.

"You're pushing your luck, Sofia," Harry growled, "Don't make this worse for yourself."

"Okay," Sofia scoffed, pushing him off her, Harry licked his lips as she stepped from him. She tried to step around him, but he was too fast.

"Bad behavior is not accepted in this house," Harry said, his voice low, and his eyes black with lust.

"You're an idiot," she said with a laugh, as he pulled her to the bed.

"Name calling," Harry sighed, shaking his head, "You know better. I'll spank that out of you yet." Suddenly, she was over his knee, a position she still enjoyed more then she should, but found herself in very little these days. He was gentle though, seeing as she was pregnant.

"The only name you'll be using tonight, is Sir," Harry said, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Sofia scoffed, her toes curling at the sound of his voice. The slap of Harry's hand surprised her, and she let out a yelp.

"What was that?" he asked

"Sir," she corrected, "Yes sir."

She squirmed over her knee, as he pulled her skirt down. His fingers brushing against her barely there underwear. He had his arm tight around her waist, and he pushed a finger forward, feeling how wet she was. She let out a low moan, and tried to move away from his finger.

"Don't move," he growled, "Or I'll go get the bad behavior brush," he was referring to the paddle like brush he used on their children when they broke a major rule in their house. If one thing was the same, it was that Harry Styles was never afraid to be a disciplinarian.

Sofia whimpered in lust as he brought her underwear down, before smacking her again. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed being submissive and helpless to him. They were equals in everything they did now, especially when it came to their children, but that never stopped her from being turned on by his dominance.

Harry continued to spank her, every once in awhile, stopping to rub the sting away, and to use his fingers to push inside her. They had played a lot of games over the years, but she always liked him best when he took control.

"Always so wet," he purred into her ear, "This is supposed to be a punishment, and you aren't supposed to enjoy it."

She squirmed as his hot breath his behind her ear, and she cried out, as he smacked her again. He squeezed her red ass, making her hiss, before removing him from his lap.

"Hands up," he said, and she held her hands up, as he pulled her top off. Soon he was removing her bra, and she was standing in front of him naked.

"How come I'm always naked before you?" she growled.

"How come you have an attitude?" Harry growled, back grabbing her, "Do you need another go on over my knee."

"Probably," she whined, as he kissed her neck, making her loose all train of thought. Suddenly his finger were tracing tiny circle in her thighs, and before she could register what was happening, he was pumping in and
out of her making her gasp.

"Fuck," she cried.

"Language," he corrected, as her head rolled back, hitting the wall behind her.

"Sorry, sir," she panted, and she whimpered as she was so close,
"Harry, I'm going to –"

And like that, his fingers were gone, leaving her hot, bothered, and too close for comfort. She looked up at him in surprise, as he stepped away from her, a large grin running from ear to ear.

"What the fuck?" she snapped at him, watching as he removed his belt.

"I won't tell you again about your language," Harry snapped at her, "Perhaps my hand wasn't enough to prove my point."

"Oh no," Sofia hissed, sitting on the bed, as he removed his jeans and shirt, "You're hand was more then enough, right up until you removed it."

Harry let out a loud laugh, looking over at her. Sofia was squirming, her spot pounding in heat and desire. He watched as her hands twitched, wanting to relieve the pressure herself.

"Don't!" Harry barked, grabbing her hand fast, "Consider the wait part of your punishment."

"You're an asshole," Sofia hissed, and Harry's eyes narrowed again, even though there was a grin on his face. He pulled her up, and turned her, bending her over the bed.

"Like I said, I prefer Sir," he growled, before he leaned down and kissed neck. Their hands were clasped together, as he bent towards her, he felt her backing into him, begging him to take her. He didn't give her much time to beg, yanking her hips toward him, and pushing into her hard.

"This is how I like you," he growled into her ear, as he rocked against her, allowing her to move with him, "Naked, bent over, and mine."

He bit down on her neck, as she rolled it to the side, and he slammed into her again and again. He listened to her curse and moan beneath him. They could be as loud as they wanted, because there was no one in the house. They could be as raw and primal and animalistic as they wanted, and they were enjoying every moment of it.

Sofia whimpered as he pulled out of her, still so hard, and they were both so close. He didn't allow her to ask any questions, like why he wouldn't just let her reach her climax. He turned her so that she was facing him, before pushing her back on to the bed, and climbing on top of her again. He felt her leg wrap around him, as he pushed into her again.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear, as he moved in and out of her, and smiled when she could only moan in response.

"Harry, I'm going –"

"Me too –" he said, and they both came together, staring into each other's eyes, before he collapsed on top of her.

He had seen a lot of versions of Sofia over the years. He had seen the teenager, and the troublemaker. He had seen her angry and sad. He had seen her as a dancer and a drinker. He saw her dressed up and ready to party, and in her sweats. He saw her in a wedding dress, and as a mother. He had seen her at her best, and at her worst. But, this was his favorite Sofia. The one who handed everything over to him, and let him take control. He loved watching her as she came, vulnerable and naked, knowing that he was the reason for her pleasure. This was his favorite Sofia, the one who had handed her trust over to him all those years ago, and never asked for it back.

He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. She was sweaty and hot, and smiling widely. She kissed his neck, and he felt her fingers tracing pictures on his stomach.

"I should be naughty more often," Sofia said, a light laugh coming from her mouth. Harry grinned, looking down at her. She reached up to kiss him hard, ready to play some more. They didn't get this time often, and she wanted to take full advantage of it.

"Let's order some dinner," Harry said, "Then, we can play some more." Sofia groaned at his request, the spoiled brat coming out of her.

"I'm not arguing with you," Harry growled, "We need to eat, then I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about contract man."

"Who sir?" Sofia asked, a grin appearing on her face, as she made
Harry laugh. He sat up, pulling on his boxers, before throwing her his shirt.

"Chinese or pizza?" Harry asked her, checking his cellphone to see if
anyone had called.

"Whatever gets here faster," Sofia responded, "I need to shower."

"Shower after we eat," Harry said, "That way I can shower with you."


***

"FUCK," Sofia cried out, as she came again, writhing under Harry would was holding her tightly to him. Skin to skin, he had taken her slow and steady, and made her wait out the perfect climax. She felt him grin against her collarbone, before he rolled off her, panting in exhaustion.

She rolled into him, wrapping her legs around him, and resting her head on his chest.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble," Harry chuckled. Sofia couldn't be bothered to respond, he had worn her out. They were holding hands, their wedding bands matching, slightly worn after all these years. Sofia had just started to close her eyes, her breathing becoming steady, and she could hear Harry's doing the same, when his phone rang.

"Fuck," he mumbled, trying to reach over it.

"Language," she corrected, mumbling against his skin, before raising her head, "I bet you it's Nick and he wants to come home."

Harry sent her a small glare, before picking up the phone. Sofia didn't bother to listen in on the conversation, instead making herself comfortable against her pillow, and wrapping her blanket around her.

"I have to go get Nick," Harry said, and Sofia let out a loud laugh.

"Told you so," she said

"Shut the fuck up," he barked, and she laughed harder as she felt him remove himself from their bed. She rolled over to watch him put his clothes back on.

"You want to come with me?" Harry asked, and Sofia snorted at him as though he were ridiculous.

"No," Sofia said, "I want to sleep. He's your kid, you go get him."

"Oh, I see," Harry said, "This morning when he was putting the dishes away he was your kid, but now that he needs a ride home, suddenly he's mine?"

"You're the one who's so obsessed with the word mine," Sofia said shrugging, "I'm just giving you what you want. He's all yours." She was grinning at Harry's tired glare.

"He's not the only thing that's mine," Harry said, leaning down to kiss her head. Sofia smiled up at him, before rolling over and pulling the blanket over her.

"Mine," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her again, "You're all mine."


The End.