Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 32

"Girl, it's only you
Have it your way
And if you want, you can decide
And if you'll have me
I can provide everything that you desire, mmm
If you get a feeling
Feeling that I'm feeling
Won't you come closer to me, baby
Hey
Girl, you already got me
Right where you want me, baby
I, I just want to be your man"

Amy comes out of the shower to the smell of breakfast cooking. She changes into a bathing suit and puts a cover up over it.

She goes into the kitchen and Harry is at the stove, cooking away. She sneaks up behind him and slides her arms around his waist from behind. He smiles at the gesture, putting his hand on her arm that's wrapped around him and leaning his head back to her to kiss her forehead.

"Hope you're hungry," he says.

"Famished," she says smiling against his back.

"Have a seat. I'll get you a coffee," he says gesturing to the table. "How do you take it?"

"Just a bit of milk, please."

Harry brings her a mug.

"I like this white lace thing," he says touching her shoulder, and then goes back to the stove. He takes out two plates from the cupboard and starts dishing out food onto them. He grabs some utensils and brings the plates to the table, setting down one in front of Amy and one for himself.

"Wow!" Amy says amazed. He has made eggs, bacon and pancakes and Amy can feel her heart beat a little faster. "Thank you."

Amy begins eating and is impressed with how good it all tastes. She could get used to being someone that he cooks for.

"It's really good," she says between bites. Harry smiles at her. She is eating so quickly that she doesn't notice she has syrup on the corner of her mouth. He could happily watch her eat his cooking every day.

When breakfast is done, Amy begins washing their dishes. She would rather all the cleaning be done now so they can go spend the rest of their time on the dock before heading back home. Harry begins drying dishes as Amy washes. He leans over and plants kisses on her neck as he waits for her to wash another plate. She leans her head to the side to give him more access. He places one hand on her hip and gently brushes her hair back over her shoulder. Amy shudders at his touch. He continues to kiss her and she momentarily stops washing, distracted by his touch.

"Harry," she utters the sound as both a plea and chide. This doesn't stop him as he moves his hands from her hips and down to her thighs. He runs both his hands down her legs and then back up again. When they come back up, he pulls up the bottom of her dress so his hands cup her butt in just her bikini bottoms. He squeezes aggressively causing a small gasp to escape from Amy's mouth. She leans her head backwards, as Harry's head is on her shoulder and they are now cheek to cheek with Harry standing directly behind her. He can't believe how good her skin feels under his calloused hands from months of guitar playing.