Harry and Bertie

Chapter 4

Warning: Smut.

Heck, just expect it through this whole story! 😈

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Bertie hesitated, her fist in the air, about to knock. She turned away from the door, 'No, don't do it, he'd have said if he wanted to go out again.' She paced away from the door and then turned around again. She fidgeted like that for a bit before the door opened.

"Hello, luv."

Bertie stiffened and turned around slowly, "Hiiii," she grinned sheepishly. "I-uh-I was just wondering-"

"D'ya want to come in?" He stepped back, holding the door open for her.

As Bertie crossed the threshold she thought she felt Harry's hand touch her neck, it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. 'Alright old girl, get a hold of yourself!'

"Please, come in." Harry led her into his sitting room and indicated that she should sit on the sofa. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you, I just had some." She was twisting the strap of her purse in her fingers.

Harry sat directly opposite her on an ottoman. His knees were millimeters from hers. He leaned his elbows on his knees and said, "I'm glad to see you back." His breath quickened.

Bertie could not have controlled herself no matter how hard she tried. She reached across and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, he pulled her to the edge of the sofa and their lips met in the middle. Fast and passionate, their kisses moved from lips to necks to ears and back to lips. Their tongues trailed across each other and back along the traces of the kisses.

Harry rose to his feet, pulling Bertie in close. She was on her tiptoes, her arms around his back; pressing herself as close as she could get. Her coat was still on and she still had her purse in one hand, but they were both forgotten in the rising heat.

Harry wanted to be as close to her as possible, as such he pushed her coat off her shoulders and hastened to undo the buttons of her blouse. Her hands were roaming up and down his body-

DING DONG

"Fuck, no, not now," Harry stepped back from Bertie and whispered, "Stay right there, don't move a muscle."

He hurried to the door, swiping a hand through his hair. DING DONG He stood in front of the door, rubbing his hands on his thighs, trying to calm his breathing.

He swung the door open to find Geraldine and Alice Horton, the verger, on his doorstep.

"Oh, hello," he smiled.

"Hello," replied the vicar.

"Hi," Alice affected a small curtsy.

All three stood looking at each other.

"Uh, how can I help you?"

"Well, we wanted to pop by and welcome you to the village...see if you have any questions..." Geraldine kept bobbing her head, trying to get a glance inside. However, Harry had opened the door only part way and was filling the space with his body.

Bertie heard Geraldine and moaned in panic. She made a dash for the kitchen.

"That is very kind of you...but now is not really a good time. Lots of unpacking still to do and such."

"Oh, we could help you with that!" Alice offered. She was very keen to get to know this handsome man.

"No, no...thanks. I'm just taking it slow today; you know puttering." He started to close the door, "but I appreciate the offer and I hope to see you soon." He firmly shut the door.