All I Wanna Do

Anytime, Anyplace

He's doing it again. And just like every other show night in the last two months, she finds herself side stage. She watches avidly, with the eyes of a lion after a long dry season. He prances, and preens, but mostly he struts and thrusts and grabs and groans. She can't help but think it's for her.

He catches her in the wings there, in his periphery. Celine made it easy for him tonight. She wore the red top he never failed to compliment. And he smirks, so he knows, and it is for her. Benefit or detriment is a matter of perspective.

Celine started traveling with the rambling beast that is the last One Direction tour, at least for the foreseeable future, because she was excellent at stage design, and her partner, Caleb, the lead on this and the man usually always up to go on the road, had just had a baby.

That was ironic, because Celine never traveled because she stayed close. She and her husband, Devin were also trying for a baby.

But they had been for years.

The strain of all that monthly grieving and her husband's disappointment in her, had made her lose that loving feeling. At least for Devin.

She seems to have found them all for Harry though. Well, maybe not loving, but a very distinct close cousin in lust.

It had started her first night on tour. Celine had been wearing the red top she had on tonight and when the band walked into the room all eyes had been on her, but one set of jade green lingered and ate her up. She'd been introduced to them all, and by some stroke of fate, Harry was last. Niall and Liam had already hugged her, so it didn't seem odd when Harry opened his long, Long arms to wrap around her. When the stretched slim planes of his body aligned to her form though, it felt entirely different. Harry was slight of build and small hipped, but she could feel strength in his biceps and the muscles in his back rippled when she cinched them.

She could also feel a distinct bulge between her legs that had her flashing back to sixth form dances or nights out at uni when a dancing partner came a little too close. Celine had no inclination to push him away in disgust though. It may have had to do with the lemon scent in his hair and the pleasant humidor like honey of his neck. When she pulled away, as she later came to realize, who ever is hugging Harry must do first, she looked down. She had caught a slight smirk on Harry's face. Nothing was amiss in his trousers, save for the boy was very much blessed beyond the vibrato and bravado.

But boy he was, though of age. And she was a full grown, married woman. He was also a client.

The vibe between them remained, but she was a professional. It wasn't the first time she had been round a man she appreciated where the feeling was silently mutual, nor would it be the last.

Harry was a bit of a flirt though, and it felt nice to engage him innocently. He noticed everything, from the slight trim she got one week, to the old school vamp varnish she had worn another. He even asked her to bring it in and paint it on him. He would dance up to her in Sarah's kitchen if music was on and spin her around sometimes. He always told her she looked nice, and when they hugged goodbye or hello, he always held her fast and rocked her a bit. Those hugs kept her warm some nights, and she had not gotten used to the bulge between them. She never hoped to, and also hoped he never stopped lifting the left side of his mouth when he caught her staring. It was nice to feel appreciated by a man, handsome especially.

And kind. Harry was really kind and considerate. That was probably when the vibe had developed into a crush for her. Celine had come in one morning after another demoralizing single pink line and a husband still out of words of consolation. She frankly wasn't  even sure why she had taken the test. The month before had been barren, like her. Maybe a one off when she had caught Devin wanking in the morning. Though she couldn't be sure. She was sat in the mess hall, a mess herself, looking over notes, wishing for a cuppa, when a steaming mug had appeared at her elbow. It looked a little milky, but smelled divine.