camp cherry two | hs

thirty four

HANA

"Cherry, come on," Harry calls as I run way ahead of him, the rain still spitting lightly, dampening my hair but not fully soaking me; it's that annoying type of rain, the type that forces you to wear a jumper but only occurred during extremely hot weather, so I'm practically melting in this massive jumper that I'd stolen from Harry.

"What?"

"Slow down!" he laughs handsomely, only making me run faster. "Cherry! Stop!"

"Why? Can you not run fast anymore, old man?"

"Come here and I'll fucking show you why," he rolls his eyes, slowing down entirely as I spin and glare at him, unwillingly making my way towards him. The streets aren't busy at all, most people kept inside by the extreme heat and rain, only a few filling a few shops along the street, but other than that, we're alone. That's why he didn't hesitate to grab my hand as soon as I reached him and place it directly on his very hard erection that I hadn't noticed before. "That's why I can't run, thank you," he states shortly, and I back up slightly, walking backwards slowly as he follows with narrowed eyes.

"Seems like a you problem," I tease, struggling to keep my gaze on his face now that I know he's hard; it's rather entertaining to watch him purposefully walk very slowly to avoid all the friction against his strained crotch, which is probably what caused it in the first place.

"Yes, very much a problem for me."

"What caused it?" I smile, trying not to laugh at the uncomfortableness written across his expression as he tries to adjust himself without being seen.

"You."

"I'm wearing jeans and a massive jumper."

"You're still hot as fuck, and I'm thinking about fucking you. And the fucking friction from when you made me run. And we haven't had sex since Sunday night," he pouts, pretending to be upset over it - I think he's actually a little sad.

"You wanna say fuck one more time? Baby, it's Tuesday afternoon."

"And? Too long," he complains, holding my hand gently as I fall back to walk right next to him.

"You'll survive. Maybe we should try that thing where we don't fuck for a week - it makes a lot better."

"A week? That's funny."

"Harry, I'm serious," I swat at his chest, ignoring the firm grimace set on his lips.

"A week? I—no?" he stutters, his jaw dropping in offence when he glances at me and finds my expression to be completely serious, "fuck no, no, never. A week. A week, Cherry, really? You'd give in first anyway," he scoffs, nudging my arm playfully.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe it is."

"Go for it. When you give in first—"

"Woah."

"—you have to... bring me food whenever I want."

"I already do that," he makes a weird face at me, squinting his eyes and shaking his head slightly.

"Fine. Should've accepted it then. Um... be happy."

"What?" he frowns confusedly.

"I know it's not gonna happen instantly, but I just want you to be happy. When you give in first, you lose - I want you to be happy."

He tilts his head, stopping his pace completely and tugging me into him, his hands softly holding each side of my face as he presses a short, yet loving kiss to my lips, "I love you, Cherrybaby. And when you lose, you have to give me loads of blowjobs - and I can be rough as I want during the sex that you will initiate," he adds, my eyes narrowing as he smiles contentedly, thinking he's actually going to win.