Something Special {H.S.}

21: The V Word

*George Clooney as Dr. Alverich Ross*

Ellie's pov

Pure electricity.

When our lips meet, it's soft and hesitant but that soon evaporates. Soft and tenacious is replaced with pure electricity, heat, and passion.

Harry's pink plump lips devour my own, making sparks race up my spine.

I feel as if I am being electrocuted, but in the most best way possible.

I run my fingers through his thick curly hair, in awe of these new feelings.

His hot wet tongue runs across my bottom lip asking for entrance. Instead of letting him in, I tease him a bit by biting his lower lip.

A low growl emits from his chest, making my core hot with need.

Harry tries to pull me into his lap, when a sudden searing pain shoots across my torso.

Our lips are forced apart and Harry quickly sets me back down on the bed.

"Are you alright? Shit, I completely forgot about your injuries, I am so sorry baby."

I blush almost immediately at the pet name he gives me while he is also rapidly checking my body with his firm hands which in fact, is totally turning me on despite the pain.

"U-uhm, Haz I'm fine really. Just pulled at the stitches I suppose. I am okay."

He grunts and lifts up my (well technically Roxy's) shirt to study the gauze. His hot breath fans over my mostly exposed skin, making me shiver which unfortunately catches Harry's attention.

"Do you feel any pain, El? Our personal doctor is on his way over right now, don't-"

I put my fingers to his lips to shut him up.

"Harry. I'm fine, really. I just... well, we were kissing just now, plus you running your hands all over me, I...."

Understanding dawns on his face and he smirks at me.

"I see. Was I turning you on princess?"

I bite my lip but I refuse to break eye contact. Mama ain't raise no pussy.

Well.

Mama barley raised me at all but you get my point.

"You know you were, Harry. Just like I know that I was turning you on. Maybe we could resume where we left off?"

His adam apple bobs up and down and I see him swallow thickly.

"Don't get me wrong baby, I would love to but I don't want to hurt you again." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a soft hug.

"You'll never be able to hurt me, Hazza." His body melts into mine and I swear that I hear him sniff my hair, but I'm not sure.

I break the comfortable hug first. "So, are we like... boyfriend and girlfriend? Or something else?"

Harry frowns, "I'm not sure. I have never been in a relationship before and I've never felt this strongly for someone before. Plus, I mean we haven't been on a date yet."

My heart soars in pure happiness. "Ditto."

"What?"

"I haven't been in a serious relationship either, and the only guy I kind of cared about seriously was Ethan Devereaux in third grade."

Harry looks at me in shock and disbelief. "I don't believe it! As gorgeous as you are? You probably had millions of guys fall at your feet." Feeling a little bashful, I give him a little smile. "Not really, no."