Chimera | H.S Mature

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AN: Mature Content

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*Samantha's POV*

"Sam?" Harry said as he opened the door, revealing himself to me in all his baggy sweatpants, shirtless glory. "What are you doing here?"

I looked at him for a moment. The relief I felt upon receiving that folder from Morris and finding out that the coincidence of Harry's interaction with his business was just that, coincidence, could not be described in words. In many ways I was more relieved at having all my suspicions squashed than actually having a suspect, and while a couple of days ago that would have terrified me, Barbra's encouraging words earlier today had soothed some of the storm brewing in the back of my mind and had replaced any doubt with a fiery, all consuming need to see and be with Harry as much as I possibly could.

I had made my decision, and how Harry would react to that decision was yet to be seen.

"Is Daniella here?" I asked, disregarding all that he had said.

"No, she moved out last night. Why?" he said, a small furrow settling itself on his brows as he looked at me. The beaming smile that lit up my face soothed some of the confusion that had fallen upon his perfect features and he offered me a small lopsided grin in return.

"No reason" I said with a small shrug before launching myself into his arms. Harry was quick to catch me, locking his firm arms around my body and drawing me to his chest, taking a single step back as my body collided with his. The second his warm skin touched mine, an addictive tingling erupted throughout my body, sending goose bumps along my arms and a shiver up my spine. Harry pushed the door closed as I settled myself into his arms.

"Woah, everything alright sweetheart?" he asked, leaning his head back slightly so that he could see all of my face. I grinned and leaned forward to press a heavy kiss to his lips. There was not a moment of hesitation before he kissed me back, pulling away quickly as my beaming smile made it difficult for the both of us.

"Everything's great, really good" I beamed. The smile Harry sent me at my genuine joy was enough to warm my heart. My toes dangled just above the ground as Harry held my body to his, keeping his arms wrapped around my lower body as my own latched around his neck. A silence descended upon us while I gazed at him. His face was perfect, cut jaw, bright green eyes, brown hair that I knew would be soft to the touch. His eyes flickered between my own, the smile falling from his lips only to be replaced with a much deeper look, one that I recognised from our night on the London Eye, right after I had kissed him. It was one that I'm sure my own face was displaying back to him. Desire. I had never been one to hide my emotions well, while I would say and do the right things, my face would tell everyone exactly what I was thinking. And while I could sit here and tell him that I didn't want him, that I didn't want his hands to grab my body, that I didn't want his lips on my skin, that I didn't want to be with him in the most raw way one person can be with another, my face would make it was obvious that I was lying. Because as I looked at him, having just learned what I did at the office, Harry's pure, unadulterated innocence was enough to erase all hesitation from my mind, and for the first time in years, I was going to seize this experience with everything I had.

"Stop looking at me like that" Harry whispered gently, his words lingering between us in the silence. I didn't bother to speak, instead choosing to turn my thoughts into action before I could talk myself down.

Harry's lips were soft and sweet at I reattached them, moving in sync with him and surrendering when he encouraged my lips apart with his tongue. My stomach clenched with anticipation and I felt giddy with excitement as Harry's lips worked perfectly with my own, his tongue brushing gently over mine and his teeth grazing my lip as he increased the pressure between our lips. My fingers began playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, winding and unwinding a single curl around my finger over and over again. Harry hummed with content as we kissed, gently lowering my body to the ground and gliding his hands round so that they rested firmly on my hips. My skin was on fire beneath his touch.