A Collection of Imagines

Harry

Pink

The water is hot against my skin. The steam makes a thick layer of condensation on the glass doors. I welcome the heat. It takes away my stress.

I hear the water turn on. She hasn't entered the bedroom to greet me. I get up from our shared bed. Something is different. I walk closer to the bathroom door, hearing water rushing as well as a large sigh from her.

My hands go to cover my face as I step forward into the water. Drowning myself. I step back after a couple seconds, sighing as I go. I hear the door open, but I dare not turn around.

When I enter the room, her back is towards me. Her naked body glistens under the layer of water that rushes down her body. My hand goes to my shirt, pulling it over my head.

I can't hear anything over the water. I bring my forearms to my chest, covering my vulnerability. I have always been so comfortable around him, so why am I nervous now?

I pull the shower door open, leaving no barriers between us. I walk slowly towards her and place my hand on her waist. She doesn't jump at the sudden touch, telling me that she knew I was there. I press my chest against her back and attaching my lips to her shoulder.

His touch is like fire. It spreads quickly. His lips go to my shoulder and I lean my head back to rest on his left shoulder. His hands slowly come in front of me, taking my arms away from my chest. Telling me not to hide. They go back to my waist.

She doesn't need to hide from me. I adore every part of her. Every imperfection is my perfection. My hands go back to her waist, gently turning her towards me. She pads her feet against the wet tile as she goes. Her hands go to my chest. Not making eye contact with me. My hand involuntarily goes under her chin, pushing her face up to look at me. I need her eyes.

My fingertips go to the swallows on his chest, tracing the patterned ink. His hand goes under my chin. The same hand with the cross tattoo on the skin between his pointer finger and his thumb. My eyes are on his now. His heavenly green orbs are my light at the end of the dock. My lips connect with his without a warning.

She leans into me and her taste overcomes me. Our mouths first become slow, passionate. My hands go to the small of her back, pushing her further into me. Her fingers never leave my chest.

My eyes fly open once my back hits the cold tile wall. They meet his again. His lips redden due to the vigorous action.

She looks quite angelic. Hair wet, face glowing, lips a deeper shade. My hand goes up from her lower back to her face. My thumb runs over her bottom swollen lip. "You always get so ... pink."

My movement mimics his. Thumb running over his bottom puckered lip as he spoke. This is the best cure for a stressful day. "Yeah ... pink."

My hand trails to the back of her neck and push her to my lips again. I bring her bottom lip in between my teeth. Feeling the swollen tissue in my grasp. She lets out a moan and wraps her arms around my neck. This woman is like a drug to me. I can never get enough.