Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirty-Nine

Part Thirty-Nine

Light pants are heard in my ear as Harry lays his body over mine, his body wrapped around me. I wrap my arms around him, my right hand resting on his back and my left tangled into his damp curls, holding him close. My lips press to his moisture-induced hair, my eyes closing in my own exhaustion. Harry’s head lifts up and he smiles down at me, trailing a finger along my cheek and brushing a piece of hair back. He presses his lips to mine, my hands cupping his cheeks.

A slight whimper is released from my throat, Harry pulling out of me gently and keeping his lips on mine. The discomfort of becoming disconnected makes me feel uneasy, feeling distant to him. I gasp again and Harry pulls away from the kiss, puffing air onto my cheek.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here,” he whisper, lightly cooing me that I’m safe. I have never felt so relieved, figuring I could never perform these actions with someone, but Harry made it special. He made me know he was there and he made the experience important and one I would remember forever.

Harry slides off me and pulls the thin white sheet over my body, covering me so my bare entirety isn’t on show. He covers up to his waist and he kisses my cheek, lying on his side and watching me. My hair is fanned above me, Harry’s fingers lightly running along my cheek.

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Harry.

“Are you okay?” I gush to her, making sure she is feeling okay. I didn’t want her to regret having sex with me, I wanted her to know I would keep her safe through everything we did together. Her light nod she expressed made me know she felt slight discomfort, her body moving to enforce a slight pain in her body. Her muscles in her lower body are obviously tender, a slight frown appearing onto her pink lips.

“Where does it hurt baby? Please let me help,” my words come out more anxious, needing to care for her.

“It’s fine,” she faintly whispers, her body moving up. My hand expands to her shoulder and pushes her down, hovering over her to look into her eyes.

“What do you need?” her eyes closing as my lips touch every feature on her beautiful face. Her cheek turns to rest on the pillow and her soft eyelashes flutter on her cheeks.

“My und…” she whispers barely, but enough to give me a clue. I climb out of the bed and pick up her little lace underwear, following suit and covering my lower half with boxers.  I walk back to the bed and peel the sheet away from her, placing her legs through her lace and placing it over the curve of her backside, placing them on her hips. I climb over her body and rest my forearms above her shoulders, watching her closely.

“Can I wash up?” she asks, my eyes falling to her lips. Her soft pink flesh was swollen, clearly due to our kissing and heavy breathing. She is angelic. I nod and get off her, her body moving off the bed. I stand and walk her to the bathroom, turning the water on for her. I walk back over to her and she smiles up at me. I lean down, gripping her cheeks and place and small peck to her lips.

“Call me if you need anything,” I tell her, my hesitation in leaving clear after I part from her. I shut the door and walk to the bed, working quickly to change the sheets. The evidence of her losing her virginity was made known with a small patch of blood near the middle of the bed where we first become connected, the memory still making me feel like I was her only.

Once new sheets are places on the bed, I toss them in the hamper for the maids to take and go back to the bathroom. I enter, her humming slightly ringing through my ears as brush my teeth.

“Harry?” she calls, her head peaking out behind the shower curtain. A bright smile is formed on the beautiful lips I have kissed just before, her eyes brightly looking at me.