Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fifty-Six

Part Fifty-Six

Harry.

My eyelashes flutter, the sunlight seeping through the windows of my newly shared bedroom with Beth. My head rests on her bare back, my cheek pressing between her shoulders blades and my left hand is over hers, engulfing her fingers.

Last night was amazing, her body under mine. Our love was mixed so effortlessly, breathing entwined in beauty, skin glistening under the moonlight. Her fear and nerves washed away with every kiss pressed to her skin. Minutes were spent and lasted, every moment with her was expressed through love and passion, hoping to let her know I'm here.

My right hand lay flat against her stomach, my body protectively on top of hers. Soft sighs leave her lips, her lips parted and very pink, due to our heavy kissing last night. Her hair in a natural curl is lying splayed against the pillows, and her left hand entwined with mine. Her body is glowing in the sun, dark eyelashes resting gently on her cheeks. She is beautiful and she doesn't even try.

And the most precious thing I hold onto right now is our completely bare bodies are pressed together in the most loving way. My legs are intertwined with hers, her bare bottom on my stomach and my chest pressed onto her back. She looks angelic and I don't even want to wake her; so peaceful and fragile.

I remain on top of her and take in her warmth, so comforting and love-filled. She's mine and I never want that to change. She's my beautiful girl and the only one who knows me and the only one I ever felt comfortable telling things to.

A small hand wraps around my left one, Beth pulling our hands to her chest. She smiles and I kiss her shoulder, then trailing kisses up her neck. Her hands hold mine close to her chest, letting me feel her heartbeat slightly. My lips kiss her cheek and I raise myself up, laying my head next to hers.

"Hi Beth," I whisper, kissing her cheek. Her eyes open, her shocking blue orbs staring into mine. She mumbles a 'hi' and I fall onto the bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her, my other still in hers. She holds onto my hands tightly and looks up at me, obviously wanting to say something, but nothing leaves her pink lips.

I pull the covers over our bodies and run my hand up and down her back, watching her observe my left hand, measuring our hands and tracing my knuckles and palm.

"Last night," she whispers, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead on mine, "was the best night of my life, Harry. I was so scared and you took it all away."

My fingers brush her hair back and trace ever her shoulders and spine. Her eyes open and meet mine, a soft smile on her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and I lift her on top of my body, her lips attaching to my cheek.

"I love you so much Harry."

"I love you more baby. Always."

I close my eyes and relish her in my arms. It's these moments that I want and one of the main reasons I wanted her to move in with me. God, if she was away from me, I think I would have felt scared. I need her here, especially with my psychotic father trying to contact me.

"I'm so happy you're here with me," I tell her, her arms moving down and holding my shoulders.

"Me too."

I place a soft kiss on her lips and her body remains on mine. She begins to kiss my cheeks and my forehead, my eyes closing and her small lips kiss over my eyelids. Her hands settle at the base of my neck and her thumbs run along my jaw as she kisses every inch of my face. My hands rest on her back, the covers falling slightly so her back is exposed in the room. Her gentle lips glide over my neck, moving across my collarbones and placing a kiss to my nipples.