Sunnyvale H.S

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I knocked on the door to buckys office, a cup in hand. He smiled warmly at me, as I placed the mug down on his desk in front of him.
I handed him a piece of paper.
"These are all the new records due to come in tomorrow."
He nodded quickly and set it down on the desk.

"Great. I'll get peter to go out and fetch them up."

I nodded before walking away,towards the door.
"Hey Grace?" He asked as I turned.
"Yeah?"
He pulled the mug towards him.

"I'm sorry about last night. I was quite drunk, that's usually not like me."

I smiled, a laugh escaping my lips.
"It's okay Bucky, it was a night off, you're allowed to do that."

He chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling.
"Who was that guy you were with? Harry was it?"

"Yeah that's him."
I fought back a smile at the mention of harry. God he hated Bucky.

"He's a right stud. He's your cousin right?"

I stood there, unsure of what to say.
"Er well. We're not really cousins it's sort of like. His family an mine have known each-other forever and he's just like a cousin to me and-"

"I get it Grace. I've had those friendships too."
I mentally thanked him for stopping my rambling. I'd probably end up saying something I regret.

"Alright. You can leave in an hour if you want, there's pretty much nothing to do around here."

I nodded, and walked out of his office, heading upstairs.

Harry's P.O.V

A few hours earlier

The light was coming through the windows, but it was too dark due to the black curtains blocking out the majority of the light.
The cold weather was evident around my body, the chill nipping at my exposed feet.

Grace's head rested on my chest. Her hand was placed on my stomach, my tattoos showing through the gaps in her fingers.
Her small fingers outlined the designs, swirling around the black ink.

"What made you get all these tattoos?" She whispered softly.
"My best mate was for some of them. But then I started getting more because I liked them."

She didn't speak, her fingers continuing to swirl over my skin, leaving goosebumps where she touched.

"I like these."
Her fingers lowered to waist as she trailed her fingers along the laurels by my pelvis. I tried to remind myself this was just an innocent thing. It was actually quite relaxing.
My chest tightened as she rubbed her palm above the waistband of my underwear.

"Grace," I warned.
She lay still, her hand rubbing smooth circles along the waistline of my boxers. Her dainty, pale fingers rubbed contrasted to the ink stained, tan skin I had. I'd always naturally had a bit of a tan, but Grace was pretty pale.
I could feel the heat from her body radiating towards my own body, and it wasn't doing me any favours.

Her hands continued to roam over my body, from my shoulders, down my arms, before stopping onto my stomach.

I could feel her smile into my chest as she began to move her fingers again, making me think of wicked things I definitely shouldn't be thinking of.

She circled her fingers around my stomach, before stroking her middle finger up and down the thin line of hair leading down to my crotch.

I hissed at her unfamiliar touch, and gripped her hand in my own, stopping her from moving any further.

She giggled loudly, her laughs bouncing off the walls of the room. I smiled softly, lacing my fingers in between hers.
"You're hard work Grace."
She tilted her head to look at me, a smile coming over her face.