This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

The One Where Mia Doesn't Like Hickeys

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Mia's got a frown on her face. It's there a lot when Harry's not with her, and sometimes after he's punished her for something real stupid, but right now she's got a perfectly good reason to have her face pinched into an annoyed expression. He hasn't said a single word to her, with the exception of asking her very briefly how her day as to test the water, and even that, she realizes, was to check if she was in the mood.

To be fair, she fell into the trap real easily. She had chirped about how great her day was, all the friends she'd seen since the semester had just ended and the amazing lunch she had at her favorite cafe. The smile never left her face, much like this persist frown that Harry keeps narrowly ignoring. She knows what he's playing at. She's not going to speak until he speaks to her.

Harry's sitting behind her on the bed. Her arms are in his one hand, his blue tie wrapped around her wrists as it substitutes his hand. With one tight yank, the tie is curled around firmly and Harry's chuckling in her ear. Now she can't move away.

Restraints are fairly new to them, but Harry's easing her into it. With a gentle push, her hair is over her shoulder and the skin of her neck is exposed to him. He leans in and wets his lips, wanting to desperately drop his mouth to her neck, but he stops himself at her ear once more.

"Test them."

She rolls her eyes and exaggerates the pull of her wrists, just to humor him. "They're fine."

"Good. Don't want you getting away." Halfway through his sentence, his voice drops to a whisper and his hot breath against the shell of her ear causing her arms to betray her and goosebumps arise, littering the skin.

She swallows inaudibly. "What are you doing?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Harry finally kisses her neck gingerly, barely pressing his plump lips to her skin, but the light pucker and enticing sound that follows it nearly makes her close her eyes in delight.

His index finger drags up her bare arm and latches onto the collar of her shirt, slowly pushing the material down to display more skin, and all his self control is out the window. He kisses directly under her ear, a feathery kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. It's the last of the nicer kisses, because then his other hand comes around her shoulder and tilts her jaw the other way. He positions himself so she's sitting between his thighs, and he sighs, nuzzling his nose against her newly offered skin. He doesn't need to tell her she smells wonderful. It'll only make her smug.

He bares his teeth and thumbs over a spot on the side of her neck he finds particularly tasty and then leans in, without kissing the spot, digging his teeth in. She yelps and tests the restraints, just like Harry imagined she would, and when she realizes she can't move, the frown on her face deepens. She tries to tilt her head to knock her temple against his and throw him off, but the fingers around her jaw are tight, keeping her firmly in place.

"Sir! Ow!" she whines, trying to shove him off with her shoulder, but he only chuckles, throwing an arm around her waist, tucking her in closer to his chest. His tongue joins the ambush, licking over the spot. He barely feels the indents of his teeth, so he bites again.

She whines again, still trying to jostle him with her shoulder, but it's not working. It's as if he likes the struggle.

When his tongue checks the indents again, he's pleased with how deep it is. His lips latch onto the spot and then he harshly sucks. It hurts less than the bite, but she still squirms, opening her mouth to object. Harry notices by the movement of her jaw, so he slips in his thumb onto her tongue to shut her up. She pouts for a second, and then realizes she can play at his game too and bites his thumb.