Oh Darling | Harry Hook x OC |

XXI: It's About Time

| so this is a short continuation of the last chapter, hope you like it |

"Huh? What the.. Peyton?"

I groaned in annoyance as I drifted in and out of sleep.

"Darlin', it's me."

"Be quiet.."

"What? Hey, wake up."

"Five more minutes.."

The pirate's hearty laugh was enough to bring me back to my senses.

I quickly shot up and nearly fell of my chair if it weren't for him holding onto my hand. "H-Harry!" I didn't think twice and tackled him on the bed with a hug. "You're okay! Thank goodness.."

He pulled me onto his lap as he sat up, then brushed a strand of my hair away from my teary eyes. "Then don't cry for me. I ain't dead yet, Darlin'."

"You almost did, you bastard! I was so worried- you have no idea what hell you put me through these past few days!" I hit him on the chest but he took it rather well by resting his head on the crook of my neck, kissing me there softly.

"I know. I'm sorry if I made ya worry." He smiled against my skin. "Ye're bein' adorable right now."

My face felt warm but I dismissed it when the tears came running down my face. "I-I thought I lost you.." I cried. "Please don't do that again.. I don't think my poor heart can take it anymore.."

"You're never gonna lose me, Darlin'." He lifted his head up and took his time staring at me, as if memorizing every detail of my face like it's the last time he's gonna see it. "Can I kiss you?"

That alone made my heart race.

Harry waited patiently for my answer, despite his eagerness, and grinned once I nodded shyly. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips and watched my reaction for any signs of discomfort. When he saw none, he carefully laid me down on my back and resumed his ministrations.

I could tell it was different this time, not just the teasing sort of display of affection, it was more needy and longing than before.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

He moaned against my mouth when I dug my nails into his back, and he replied by biting my lower lip, asking for entrance.

I teased him at first before giving him what he wanted. Our tongues moved in sync and I could feel the heat reach the tip of my ears.

He suddenly dipped his chin and pulled away, then gripped my wrists and held them on either side of my head, pressing his lips to my ear. "Don't. Move."

The way his narrowed eyes stared into mine made a pleasurable chill run down my spine.

My embarrassment vanished altogether as he left a trail of kisses from my ear, down to my jaw, and latched his warm mouth against my neck.

A small whimper escaped my lips from his endeavors no matter how much I tried to suppress it, and by the looks of it, Harry took this as a sign to go ever further.

He let my hands go, knowing that I wouldn't dare move them, as he opened up the first three buttons on my shirt and kissed the skin just above my chest.

I was having a hard time catching my breath but I shamelessly wanted to see how far he was willing to take this with me.

A knock on the door was what brought our little session to a stop.

Harry grunted out loud and brought his head back up. "What do you want?!"

I sat back up and hurriedly buttoned my shirt, fixing my disheveled appearance just before someone came in.

"Oh! My apologies Mr. Harry, but I am required to run vitals on you every hour. I'm sure Ms. Peyton has made you aware of this, yes?"

I was still weak to my knees when I jumped off of the bed so I ended up sitting back down. "S-Sorry doc, I forgot to tell him."

"It's fine. Well, now that he's awake, I'm sure everything will start to run smoothly. It would seem that the blood transfusion was a success."

Beaming, I nodded. "I'm so glad it was."

"Still, we can't take any chances on his condition so I will have to see to it that Mr. Harry receives the same routinely check up that he has been for the past two days."

"Two days? I've been out that long?"

"Longer if it wasn't for Ms. Peyton donating her blood to make up for what you've lost." He brought out the wheelchair next to the door and gestured for Harry to sit on it. "Ms. Peyton, please help him up while I check his monitor."

I nodded and practically carried his whole weight onto the wheelchair.

Apparently he had the strength to take me down earlier but not enough to even stand on his own.

While the doctor was at the other side of the bed looking at the monitor and jotting down on his clipboard, Harry tugged at the hem of my shirt and made me turn to him.

"So there's literally 'liquid-you' coursing through my veins right now."

I rolled my eyes at him and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Dude, that's gross."

"This basically means that you're inside me."

"Stop it! That's so wrong in so many levels!"

"Oh right, it's the other way around. I should be inside of-"

I cut him off by slapping a hand only to his mouth before he could even say it. "Harry!"

He placed his hand on mine and moved it up to his cheek as he nuzzled into it. "Oh come on, let me have a little fun. I'm not gonna get married now anyway."

"That's funny, my engagement just got called off.. too.." I blinked. "Wait, what..?"

Realization struck me like lightning on the spot.

Oh my gods..

My eyes widened as he reached up and ruffled my hair.

"Took ya long enough, ya dummy." He laughed.

"What the hell?! W-Why didn't you tell me?!"

The bastard shrugged in response. "I had my reasons."

There were so many questions running through my head, but not one of them managed to reach my lips. Even my emotions were all over the place, I was euphoric, but mortified and at the same time pissed at him- but I didn't know what to do.

All I was able to do was stare at him with my mouth open as the doctor walked past me towards Harry and started pushing on the wheelchair.

"Alrighty then, let's get you to the consultation room Mr. Harry. If you cooperate well, then you'll be discharged from here in no time."

He nodded. "Sounds great."

"Indeed it is."

"Can I come too, doc?" I asked as I followed them out of the ward.

"My deepest apologies, Ms. Peyton, but now that the patient is fully conscious, there's no longer any need for assistance. Don't worry though, he'll be back before you even know it."

Harry took my hand and pressed it up to his lips. "We'll talk soon, yeah?"

"B-But I wanna talk now.."

He smiled, a warm red present on his face. "Don't tempt me- or we might do more than just talking."

With that, I was left frozen where I stood and watched them disappear down the hall.

| pls dont kill meh |