Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ninety-Two

Sexual Content

Part Ninety-Two

Closing my eyes, my head lays back onto Harry's shoulder, his arms wrapped around me and washing me in the bath. His hands grasp my hands, but I wrap my hand around his right one, the cast contained in a plastic bag. My eyes close, still tired due to the early hour. He woke me up at six just because he wanted me in his arms for the few hours we have alone.

"What are you going to do while we're shopping?" I ask him, kissing his jaw and smiling up at him.

His left hand lets go of mine, grabbing my ring finger and my lips smile. "I'm shopping for something I should have gotten you a long time ago."

He kisses my shoulder and wraps his arms around my torso. My feet are on the edge of the tub, my toes just above the water. His feet are right next to mine and he's already taken a picture of us. He seems to like taking pictures lately, but I think it's cute. The memories we share are brilliant in the pictures, happily together.

"Can you massage me?" I ask him, his lips attached to my jaw but soon detaching. He nods and moves my hair in front of me, kissing my back and moving his left hand against me. My eyes close and his fingers gently move, trailing to the front of my body and massaging my breasts.

"I don't want you to leave me today," he whispers, kneading my chest with my head falling back on his shoulder.

"I know baby. I'll be right here after though," I barely even whisper, the feeling of his hand against my body making me feel good. My body turns around and I grab his curls and bring his face to mine, kissing him. His hands grab my waist and my body straddles his lap, my head above his as we kiss.

"Harry, can I try this position again?" I ask, my lips staying on his as I talk to him.

"Yes," he breathes, my hands brushing his wet curls back. His hand lifts my bottom up, situating his large shaft at my entrance. I struggle as I attempt to become connected with him, his lips kissing my cheek in reassurance. The water moves around us and my body settles on his, his length deep inside me.

My hands grab his cheeks, his lips placing soft kisses on my breasts. My hips buck forward, Harry's hands firmly grabbing my waist. He looks up at me and I continue to move my hips at a slow pace, not used to this position. I kiss his upper lip, my lips parting. He continues to kiss me as we both reach our highs in minutes, the pleasure overwhelming our bodies.

"Harry," I gasp, his warmth entering me. Thankfully my birth control is activated, his softened length pulling out of me and his arms pulling me towards him.

"Baby, we're going to be late," he breathes in my ear, his hands caressing my back.

"I thought you didn't want me to go," I smile, his arms tightly wrapped around me.

"I don't want you to, but you should," he whispers, kissing my shoulder.

He begins to move us, his body standing up and mine following. He wraps me in a big white towel, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"My beautiful fiancée," he says, his lips smiling down at me.

"I like it when you call me that," I smile, his lips pressing to mine.

"Then I'll call you that more often."

I laugh and he places a towel around his waist, both of us walking out and going towards the kitchen.

"Leave your hair curly like that," he says, my head nodding and grabbing an apple with my hand. He sits down in a kitchen table chair and I walk towards him.