A Collection of Imagines

Harry

Also separated by time. 

Love pt. 2

I'm pretty sure he can feel my pulse through my swollen lips. I haven't felt the rest of my body for a good couple of minutes. I feel like I'm walking on fluff. I can barely feel his hand inside of mine. His breath hits my face lightly as he still stands a few inches away from me. He said he would take me back to my house what seems like two minutes ago. We've just been standing here, breathing each other in and staring at our features. He smiles devilishly and I'm frozen. He has gotten me totally entranced and I don't want to leave it. This moment. I don't want to leave this moment here. Him, taking me as his own in front of my most expensive painting that bears all my grief. He pinpointed all of my insecurities and I've only known him for an hour. 

She's like jelly under my touch. Fragile, if I could put a label on it. Like glass. And if I drop her now, she might break. Her swollen pink lips call out to me, telling me they're mine for the keeping. She probably won't admit it yet, but she's mine now. Though, I have to remember. She's the Prime Minister's daughter. Well, that just makes her more valuable. I stroke my hand over her cheek. My precious cargo. 

His hand slips from my cheek and pulls mine towards the exit. I love how he just takes charge without permission. I mean, that's his whole personality. That's probably why he's so wealthy and has a squat team for security. The question still rattles in my head. What kind of business would he be in that makes him this rich and causes the need for intelligent surveillance. It can't be anything with the government. I would have seen his face multiple times at various gatherings of rich snobs. So, what is it then? Global Intelligence? Interpol? Or is it something, unlike the others? Drugs? Weapons? I mean all of these questions would answer the bodyguards and the expensive shoes. It's just I'm ... so curious to find out more. He tugs on my hand to catch up with him. I giggle as we make it to the lobby once again. I look to see that Cindy is still at her desk. "Hey, thanks for letting us look around."

"Oh, it was my pleasure. I'll see you on Monday?" 

"Yeah, I'll see you then." She smiles at me, but after about a millisecond, her gaze shifts to the well-dressed man behind me. Her eyes skim down his body, smiling wider. I look back to him and he exchanges hers. A pang goes off in my stomach. Fuck, I've been with him for an hour and he's already bored of me. 

We walk out of the large doors of the studio. She walks in front of me as one of my guys opens the back door for her. I give him a nod and climb into the back seat. I look back towards her, but I'm surprised when our eyes don't meet. She looks at the driver in front of her. 

"You can drop me off at 82 Parsons Ave." 

After she gives my guy the address, she still doesn't meet my eyes. She stares out at the street through her window, hands placed gently in her lap. "When another one of you paintings goes up in that gallery, you have to tell me. I would love to analyze it." She doesn't even look at me when she responds with a hum. The fuck's wrong with her. She leans further against the door, pressing her elbow into the door handle. Farther away from me. Oh, she's not getting away that easy. I reach over to press her seatbelt unlocked. She wipes her head over in my direction as I place my right hand in between her thighs and my left goes to the small of her back. I pull her close to me as she gasps shortly. I bring her bare legs over mine and her body rests in the middle seat. Her eyes are wild as she searches for an explanation. "We're not going to spend the rest of our time together when you have something on your mind."   

My hand lands on his chest and my body is on fire. My breath hitches as he speaks into my ear. I glance at the driver and the guard in the front seat, afraid they might have seen or heard Harry's advances. His hand slides up my thigh, dipping underneath my dress.