Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 31

"I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you"

Harry wakes up to the sun shining brightly. He stretches his arms and reaches beside him and finds an empty bed. His heart sinks. He can't believe she left after last night. But before he can get too worked up, the bathroom door opens and out walks Amy tip-toeing across the floor, wearing just Harry's t-shirt. Harry smirks watching her as she tries to not wake him up, not realizing that he is already very much awake. She pulls back the sheet carefully to climb into the bed and finally looks up at him and nearly falls backwards with surprise.

"I thought you were still asleep!" she says, shock still in her voice.

"I thought you snuck out again," he replies back, smiling at her.

"Not today," she smirks at him. "Besides, after last night I couldn't have walked out of here if I tried."

Harry chuckles at this and has a smug look on his face. He reaches for her, pulling her towards him. She snuggles into his warm body, her nose into his neck. His scent is engraved in her memory now.

"When do you want to head back?" she asks him as he draws patterns on her legs.

"I'm in no rush," he says, giving her butt a little squeeze. He expects her to scold him for his wandering hands, so when her hand roams down his chest to the waistband of his boxer briefs he lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

"Maybe we let the others leave and stay a bit longer by ourselves," her fingertips pulling gently at the waistband as her mouth finds his neck. She begins kissing and sucking on his neck and he thinks she is probably leaving a mark but he doesn't care. How could he? He just doesn't want her to stop. He feels his lower region twitch in response to her assault. She looks down and notices, "I take it that's a yes," she says and now she's the smug one.

"I'm going to have a quick shower. Care to join me?" Amy asks as she climbs out of the bed. His shirt barely covers her butt. Her long tanned legs are on display and Harry can't help but stare at her, letting the question linger in the air.

"What?" she asks, with a slight blush to her skin, looking down, self-conscious under his stare.

Harry realizes he's been caught in one of the trances that Amy is usually in. He just can't believe how much has changed between them in only a couple weeks. He thought she would never give him a chance. That she would judge him by his past. But Amy seems to only care about how he is when he is with her. It's one of the things he likes most about being around her.

He stands up and grabs her outstretched hand, letting her drag him into the bathroom. Amy starts the shower and lets the water heat up. She pulls Harry's shirt off and then feels his fingertips on her body.

"What is this?" he asks excitedly, touching a spot on her side that her arm usually covers, near the top of her ribs.

Harry is pointing to Amy's one tattoo that she has. It's almost always hidden so no one ever sees it. She's had it for years. She never talks about it.

"It's nothing," she says dismissively.

"It's a tattoo. I didn't know you had a tattoo!" he says happily, not sensing her mood yet.

Amy pushes her way past him and out of the bathroom. She begins searching for her pajamas she wore here yesterday. She finds them and puts them on quickly.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have any of my shower stuff here," she lies, unconvincingly. "I'm just going to shower in the main house."