The Scientist || h.s.

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"Your taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue, is on the top of the list of the things I want." -Where do Broken Hearts Go by One Direction

Song for this chapter:

Temporary Fix by One Direction

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Warning: This chapter contains sexual content; reader discretion advised

There's something about sex.

There's something about the intertwining of bodies, lips, and body parts.

It's like a dance of love and passion between two people.

It's a beautiful sin.

I used to tell myself that I wasn't going to have sex until I was married. After the death of my mother and the consequences of premarital sex, the conception of me, made me consider just being abstinent until I was hopefully married to a man I loved.

But as I grew older my viewpoint changed. In our society we are taught that sex is for pleasure, not for reproduction, and it can completed with someone you had just met, not the person you love.

I lost my virginity at the age of 15 to a boy who I had been dating for a while. The sex wasn't magical or anything, like TV shows and movies make them up to be, and Id be lying if I said it was anything close to magical. The only thing that both of us got out of it was the taking away of my virginity and a scolding from my, then, foster parents.

Time after time the sex got better and better with each partner. I actually started to enjoy the story behind the sex, when two partners are physically attracted to one another that they decide to "make love,". I realize this is the cheesy way to put it but to me the whole idea of sex was interesting.

The drive to Harry's house took about twenty minutes. It was mostly silent besides the quiet songs that played from the radio.

When we pulled into the driveway Harry stopped the car and walked to my door and opened it for me, grabbing my duffle from the floor in the process.

He led me inside the home and threw the duffle bag on the couch.

He held out his large hand for me to take and he led me down a hall into his bedroom.

His room was simple yet modern, with a white bedspread with matching accents and black furniture, the room seemed almost clean and didn't remind me of a bedroom where Harry would sleep every night.

But I had only knew him for a few hours so honestly, what did I know?

Harry slid his tight shirt off his head revealing a set of toned abs and more tattoos.

The most interesting of them all was the large butterfly that sat perfectly on his lower abdomen. It was delicately drawn and shaded and made it clear a tattoo artist had spent a lot of time working on it.

Below the butterfly tattoo were two matching leaf tattoos that rested firmly on his hip bones. Then I realize just how delicate each of Harry's tattoos were, as I stared at his bare chest, and although they might seem random each of them seemed to have their own story, like different chapters in a book.

"Come here.." He muttered breathlessly sitting down on the edge of the bed. I could feel his eyes grazing my skin up and down, sending chills up my body. 

I wasn't even naked but for some reason I felt bare under his gaze, like a small frightened yet beautiful fawn afraid to take another step towards the mystical hunter.

I bit down on my lip and walked slowly towards him, my hands crossed over my chest.

"Come on baby I don't bite.." He smirked opening his arms towards me.