Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Forty

Part Forty

I lay curled into Harry's chest, his arms securely wrapped around me and the covers pulled to our shoulders. My eyes close, feeling his soft fingers on my back, his hand resting under my shirt. My fear stricken body had relaxed, mainly scared by seeing the remnants of my virginity on my underwear.

Harry assured me, letting me know he's there. He is my rock right now, my misunderstanding on what to do was taken away by soft kisses placed on my cheek and forehead. Now, all I feel is his care and compassion as I nearly reach sleep, his eyes watching me intently.

"Are you feeling better?" he asks, kissing the corner of my nose. I nod and his thumb rubs circles on my stomach, soothing the pained muscles. He trails his lips down my neck and I smile, his lips leaving a heart fluttering sensation on my warm skin.

His curls rest on my forehead, his nose running along my jaw and his lips trailing my skin. I close my eyes and Harry works on kissing almost every piece of my sore body, lifting my shirt off my body and kissing me. He reaches my sensitive bundle and pulls my underwear down, leaving a gentle kiss to my sore skin. He climbs on top of me and cuddles into me, holding me in his arms.

"I promise you, when you want to do it again, it won't hurt. Not nearly as much."

I smile and he does too, my lips puckering and his placing a kiss to my offer. I grip his biceps and he keeps hold of my shoulder blades, moving gently to cup the back of my head in his massive hands. His thumb runs over the sizable scar at the bottom of my head, the marked skin from the bombing at the fight a month ago.

He pulls away and looks down at me, his eyes light with beauty and my hands grip his cheeks. I watch his eyes close and my hands wind into his curls. Our noses brush and he moves his head down, resting it in my neck. I kiss his cheek and he takes a deep breath, my legs trapped under his and my hands resting on him.

"Goodnight Harry," I whisper, my naked chest pressed against his as he falls asleep on top of me, holding me close.

When I wake, the sky is still slightly dark, the sun only just rising. Harry's body has since fallen off mine and is now nowhere to be seen. I get out of bed and grab a red plaid shirt in Harry's suitcase, covering my top half and bottom, the shirt landing just past my underwear.

I walk to the balcony, watching the pink sky appear before me. It's so beautiful, the warm air hitting my skin. I look down at my fingers, now ringless. My father gave me the ring when I was 12, promising me that I will always have something to fall back on... faith. The faith to believe my father will keep me safe, even in his sickness.

My eyes close and the wind blows through my hair, a happy feeling in my heart. Harry makes me feel safe and I am happy we did it. I am happy we had sex because it made me realize I have the same feelings for him that he has for me.

A large hand grabs my waist from behind, another runs along my thigh. I turn around and Harry's hands grip onto my cheeks, his lips capturing mine. I grab onto his biceps and my eyes close, our lips moving together. I move my hands down and wrap my arms around his waist, holding him close to me.

His hands caress my cheeks as we exchange soft affections to each other's lips. He softly leaves a long lasting kiss to my lips, then pulls away. My eyes open and I meet his soft green eyes, almost saddened.

"What's the matter?" I ask, his soft curls moving with the light wind.

"I have to go and meet someone. It is vital that I do because it regards your safety."