Bad Blood 2 (h.s.)

Part 111

Sexual Content

Part 111

"I'm sorry it's so early," I tell Morgan, her hair in a bun and very messily splayed about.

"Don't be. I'm glad you figured everything out soon," she says, her arms hugging me.

"Now shoo, you have a boy to get to," she smiles, my hand grabbing my suitcase and walking down her stairs. She says goodbye and I do too, walking down the sidewalk to Harry's apartment. It's almost 6 in the morning and I'm just returning from the cabin. I stopped to rest for a little and then went back on the road. Harry's all I need and want right now and I am crazy for wanting him.

My hand grips the suitcase tightly, clutching it in my nerves. What if he doesn't want me? What if I've made him angry for leaving? Walking into his building, I pace down the hallway and find his door, my lips releasing a deep breath. This is it.

My hand knocks on the door and I look through the peephole. I see a figure in the living room but I can't make out his actions. I knock a little harder, his body not moving. I grumble a 'come on' and I try again, this time his body moving up. I step away from the door and it slams open, my hands dropping the bags and looking up at Harry. His eyes bloodshot and lips split; his eye is purple and his shirtless torso so welcoming and warm looking.

My legs work before my mind and I run up to him, jumping onto him with his arms catching me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, one of my hands grabbing onto his hair, ruffling my fingers through his stressed curls. He's been pulling his hair, obviously fighting, and way too upset over this.

"You can hate me," I tell him. "You can kick me out, break up with me, leave me. But I want you to know I'm sorry," I say, his hands holding my waist and shoulder tightly. He stays silent, kicking the door shut, and I hold him close, just hearing his breathing in my ear.

"I understand if it's over," I choke out, his head shaking.

"No," he says, walking us to his bedroom. "It's not going to be over."

He lays me down and presses his broken lips on mine, kissing me with his emotions. He pulls my shirt up and I allow it, knowing I want this. His hands grab my cheeks and he continues the kiss, my hands reaching down and grabbing his belt buckle, pulling his jeans down his legs.

"Harry," I pant out, his lips wandering my neck.

"Beth, you've left me too many times. Let me show you how much I care for you," he whispers. I notice how he doesn't say love, rather care. I just nod and his hands press to my waist, wandering towards the front of my jeans. He unbuttons the material and pulls the pants off my legs.

"Are you still on birth control?" he asks, my head shaking. We must have been pretty serious if I was on birth control with him. He nods and presses his lips to mine again. All this time, he's never had my love. He's been without love since the accident and I need to try again. This will hopefully show me everything I was missing, everything I forgot.

"I'm never going to leave you again," I whisper between kisses, his hands wrapping around my back. He undoes the clasp on my bra and tosses it to the floor. My hands grab his cheeks, keeping his lips on mine. I've never felt so at ease with revealing myself. I'm ugly in my eyes, but he always tells me otherwise, making me feel beautiful.

Not once does he grab at my chest, he doesn't forcefully touch me. He's gentle with me and he pulls away from the kiss, leaning his head down to look at me. This action makes me slightly self-conscious, but his eyes show love, not lust. His hands press to my ribcage and he kisses my bare chest, paying more attention to my imperfection more than anything. He kisses and massages my breasts, keeping me close in a way so intimately beautiful.