Chapter 4: Closer
I went home that night, just-a-fucking-glowing!
When I looked back in the mirror in my bathroom, I don't think I had seen a grin that big on my lips before! It was unbelievable! For God sakes, the guy had me lusting over him all the way home in the cab!
My thoughts were a mess! My breathing was heavy, my chest heaving in the effort to calm my stomach down,(which, by the way, was doing summer salts!) I was the epitome of aroused!
My head spun as I sat down on the couch, laying back on the head rest and staring up at the ceiling. Everything was right in the world.
'Ring ring!'
I leaped up from the couch, and grabbed the phone, which resided on the coffee table, for I was too lazy to put it back on it's charging dock the last time I used it.
"Hello?" I said into the phone, breathily.
"Is it just me, or are you happy to talk to me?" Harry said on the other end.
I grinned into the phone, "Don't get your hopes up!" I chuckled, pushing a stray chestnut curl out of my face as I sat back into the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "So, are you going to tell me why you've called, or am I going to have to start a 'block caller' list?" I added playfully.
"I just wanted to see how you were!" Harry said slyly.
"Ah, I see. Well I'm grand, is that it?" I continued on my fishing spree, all the while being playful.
"No, I want to see you again." He said, finally breaking down.
I wasn't too shocked, but I didn't think he would ask me this soon, I wasn't prepared! I wanted to be witty and charming, and prepared! "Really?" A pause. "When did you have in mind?" I said, my breathing picking up it's pace, once more.
"Well, my mind is reeling, here. Right now, would be good. But, it's three in the morning. How about... Tomorrow?" He said, carefully, gulping slightly.
"Tomorrow would be great, but I told Miranda I would spend time with her tomorrow night." I said, frowning slightly into the receiver. "How about the day after that?" I suggested.
"Not soon enough." Harry practically chocked into the phone.
I grinned. Geez, he really wants me bad, here!
"How about... Tomorrow morning, around, nine or ten? I can spend the whole day with you, I don't have to meet
Miranda until about seven o'clock." I took another stab at a suggestion.
"That sounds great. Breakfast at my house!" I could almost hear him grin into the receiver.
"Uh, Harry." I said, my mind racing. "Is there any possible way we could have breakfast here?" If anything was going to happen between us, I wanted no interruptions!
"Uh... Sure! Your flat it is!"
"Oh, and I have a quick question, before you go." I piped up, remembering why we were interrupted in the first place.
"Okay, shoot."
"Wasn't Ron supposed to be with his girlfriend the whole night?"
"Yeah, he was. There was a slight hitch in his plan. You see, they ended up getting into a fight. Ron thinks it's over for good. But I doubt it, you women are very complicated sometimes. Usually you spend a night broading over how the whole fight started and realize that it was something silly and end up forgiving us the next day." Harry said, I could even hear him shrug. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, Herm!" He finished excitedly.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow. I need my beauty sleep." I grinned, placing a finger on the 'hang up' button.
"Oh, but that's where your wrong." Harry said. "You're already beautiful." And with that, there was a pause, and a then the sound of a dull 'click', and the line went dead.
I smiled, hanging up myself, sighing happily, and laying back on the couch once more, the phone receiver resting on my stomach as I grinned inwardly, looking up at the ceiling.
How the hell am I supposed to sleep NOW?!
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'Knock, knock!'
I jumped up and went to the door, one hand fumbling with the lock, the other hand gripping onto the doorknob. I turned the lock and it clicked, I twisted the doorknob, and I opened the door. There I stood, in my pink bathrobe and slippers to match, staring at a fully dressed and clean-shaven Harry.
My mouth dropped slightly, and I looked down at what I was wearing. I suddenly jumped as if I was standing on hot coals, and hid behind the door. My head peaked around it at a grinning Harry.
He cleared his throat awkwardly and held up two cups of coffee from the local café and blushed slightly. "I didn't know what to bring, so I figured a caffine boost would work wonders."
I retrurned his grin. "Good choice." I said, taking one of the cups and gesturing for him to come inside. I looked over at the big clock on the wall and it read nine-thirty am. I wasn't expecting Harry for another hour or so, but here he was, looking around at all of the moving pictures on the shelves in my sitting room.
"Nice place." He said in awe, looking around carefully at all of the pictures on the walls, and the furniture spaced out around the room.
I watched him shuffle around the room, taking in every inch. "Give me a moment, okay? I'm just going to change." I said to him.
"Oh, don't bother. It's only me!" Harry said, turning his full attention to me. His grin stretched to his ears, it seemed, as he stood, watching my every move.
I gulped, deep in my throat, walking over to the kitchen and opening the cupboard door, rooting around for the biscuits. "Would you like some biscuits?" I asked, my back still facing Harry.
"No thanks, I'm alright." He answered from somewhere behind me. I straightened up and turned around, and saw him sitting at the kitchen table. He had his coffee in his hand, and he was sipping out of it carefully. Mine was left on the counter, untouched.
I walked over around the counter and sat down across from him, folding my legs up so that my heels were on the edge of the chair, and my knees were bent and just under my chin. I hugged my legs close to my chest and rested my chin on my knees, looking across the table, at him. A small smile creeped onto my face, as he watched me, almost ublinkingly.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice slightly muffled because of my knees.
"Watching something interesting." He said with his grin still intact.
Here I was, sitting right across from the guy I spent hours lusting over, and I didn't know what to do with myself!
I cleared my throat quietly, now looking at the egg-shell white wall.
I really need to repaint this place. WAIT! What am I thinking?! I'm sitting here, all alone, with Harry Potter, and all I can think about is painting the living room?! Dear Merlin, I am a freak!
My thoughts were cut short when I felt a hand place itself on my arm. I looked over and saw that Harry had moved from his place on the chair, and was now kneeling on the ground in front of me. My legs slipped down from the chair and my feet rested on the ground once more.
I watched him carefully, his hands turning me around to face him. My knees pointed in his direction as I continued to watch him carefully. His hands slid up to my knees and suddenly I felt him push my knees away from eachother gently.
He scooted in between my legs, not making a sound and he then, looked up at me, his arms resting over the top of my legs, his hands placing themselves on either side of my waist.
I didn't really have much strength to fight him off. My body wasn't being controlled by my brain anymore, it was almost as if it was turned into auto-pilot.
"Harry, what are you doing?" I whispered again, the volume in my voice being turned down invulentarily, so that I was almost mute.
I saw him wink his eye at me, and knew straight away, that whatever happened next was going to rattle my insides. I closed my eyes carefully and began to think of placing the silencio charm on the room.
Silencio! Silencio! SILENCIO!
The voice in my head became frantic, as I felt his hand slide up my bare thigh. I gasped slightly, but then began to take calm, steadying breaths as my mind continued to repeat the charm. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and heard the tiny 'click' the charm made, once activated.
Some how, I could tell Harry had heard it too, for he grinned up at me, and slid his hand further up my thigh, under my bathrobe. It was almost as if I had given him premission to go further, for his other hand went to fumble with the tie on my robe, and with little effort, he untied it, and pushed my bathrobe back.
He now exposed my silk nightgown and he grinned even broader, for it was short, and hiked up to the top of my thighs. His hands slid up to my waist, and his thumbs peaked into my knickers. I let out another gasp, as my eye lids drooped, this time without my consent.
"You won't be needing these anymore." He whispered to me, and I bit down on my bottom lip, when his hands slid my knickers down my waist, thighs, pulling them down my legs and off of my ankles, throwing them in some unknown direction.
I shivered slightly, his hand creeping up once more, tickling his fingers against the inside of my bare thigh. My breathing became slightly laboured, when he suddenly scooted in even closer to me, his shoulders now being hugged by my knees.
I was breathless, speechles, thoughtless and motionless all in an instant.
Dear God, he's going to...
That train of through tore out of the station and down the track, getting lost in an instant, when my eyes grew wide as his tongue plunged itself into me. He took my legs and placed them over his shoulders, as I let out a gasp, that turned into a slow moan.
Once my legs dangled over his shoulders, he placed his hands on my backside, and pulled me in slightly closer, his tongue plunging to greater depths all the while. I let out another moan, and gasp, as a grunt left his mouth and vibrated against my skin.
His tongue began to twirl, sending tingles all over my body, my breathing became even heavier, my chest heaving with the effort. I placed a hand on the table, and a hand on the chair, as if bracing myself. My back arched, pushing my lower half into him, pushing myself firmer into his tongue.
He didn't seem to mind, his teasing tongue only moved faster, leaving me to moan and grunt in pleasure. A few moments of this, and my moans were bouncing off of the walls, and I knew I was at my breaking point already. I didn't have the strength to hold off the sensations ready to sweep through my body. I guess he could tell this too, because he suddenly let go of my waist, and removed his tongue from me. He grinned from ear to ear, as I leaned in and pressed my lips hungrily into his, still shivering slightly from what he had done.
But I knew, from the glint in his eye, and the smile etched on his lips, we weren't finished yet.
We stood up, my hands sliding down his sides, and meeting around the front of his pants. I fumbled carefully with the button and the zipper, and pretty soon, they were undone, and his pants were pushed down to his ankles. We never broke lip contact, as he stepped out of his jeans. I stood before him, my knees weak, my heart pounding and my breathing heavy, but I was left wanting more.
"Where?" He said against my neck, huskily.
I grinned a devilish grin and answered. "Against the wall." My voice came out just as raspy as his, and I almost couldn't believe I was the one who spoke.
Harry must have loved this idea, because I don't think I'd ever seen him grin as wide as he had then. He picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instantly, and he turned around, backing me into the living room wall. He pressed me against it firmly, and I could feel his erection against my thigh, through his boxers.
I moaned, the voice in my head now screaming the protection charm. We would had no time for wands. Well, maybe his wand.
Protectio! PROTECTIO!
I shouted in my head, over and over again, closing my eyes, and letting out another moan as his hips pressed themselves provokedively into mine. I suddenly felt the warm tingle that came with the charm, in between my legs. I opened my eyes, and he gave me a look, as if wanting to know whether I was ready or not. I could see the sweet agony etched on his face.
I grinned, and nodded in his direction, leaning in and crushing my jaw firmly into his as we met at the lips. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, as I could feel his hands fumble with his boxers. I couldn't hear his boxers drop, but I felt skin on skin as his erection pressed into my thigh once more.
I let out another moan, the vibration bouncing off of the inside of our mouths, as my tongue sought out for his.
Without warning, he positioned his tip at my entrance, and slowly but surely plunged himself into me. I gasped loudly, my eyes wide in shock as he slowly pushed in, and then drew himself out, almost completely. His next thrust was much quicker and deeper, giving me no time to recover from the first. I let out a loud moan, breaking lip contact as I gasped greedily for air. He was much bigger then I expected.
He then continued to thrust, in, out, in, out. My head was spinning as our skin would make a small "clap" as his hips met mine with each thrust. My back arched, as I moaned louder, muttering unintelligable words like.. "Mmph" and "Mmmm-ahhhh" louder each time.
"Ahhh!" I said, letting out a groan. "Faster Harry, faster!" I said raspily through another moan.
I could hear him grunt in the back of his throat as his thrusts quickened, our hips meeting harder, as he plunged himself even deeper.
In, out, in, out, in, out.
I was seeing stars, as I now began to scream at the top of my lungs, Harry's name tumbling out of my lips every five or six moans. I could hear Harry grunt into my neck, as his head dropped onto my shoulder, but it was nothing compared to my mutterings and moans.
In, out, faster, deeper.
My back was now pressed so firmly against the wall it was almost numb, my hips moving up and down on him as he thrust deeper into me. I could feel myself inching closer to the edge of a large cliff, just waiting to be pushed off. I rolled my hips harder onto him, hearing him grunt slightly louder into my neck. His head suddenly picked itself up, as he thrust within me. He leaned in, pressing his lips into mine hungrily, his tongue almost immediately plunging itself into my mouth.
I was even closer now, his pace quickened even more, as I felt him get even harder within me. My chest heaved, pressing itself into with each laboured breath. I was going to be pushed over the edge soon, I could tell.
"Ahhh... Harry I'm going to-!" I said within another moan.
A few more thrusts, and I could feel myself clench around him as sensations were finally let loose, washing over my entrie body, like waves at sea. My body grew limp, as Harry let out his first proper moan, when I tightened around him.
My head dropped onto his shoulder, and with a few more thrusts, I felt him explode into me. I let out a long sigh, trying to calm my heart beat and breathing. We stayed in that position for a moment or two, as we regained out breath. Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss against my neck affectionately, as he held onto me tightly, walking over to the couch, and placing me down onto it. He pulled his boxers up over his waist and plopped down beside me.
Both of us were absolutely spent.
"That was..." I said breathlessly, trying to find a word to discribe it.
"Amazing?" Harry asked, looking over at me and grinning.
I smiled back, and nodded. "Yes, amazing."
At that moment, thoughts rushed around through my head, but there was one thought in particular that seemed to stand out.
Thank God for wandless magic!
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That night, I was beaming on my way to the local Chinese restaurant to meet Miranda.
Down the dimly lit streets, through a few dark alley-ways, and across a busy main road, and I was standing under the brightly lit sign of the restaurant. Miranda sat at a booth closest to the window, and when she saw me, she tapped on the glass frantically, gesturing me inside.
I smiled, and pushed the door open, making my way to the front desk.
"Where would you like to be seated?" A plump woman asked me sharply, behind a small desk. She poured over a big, thick, leather-bound, black book, a pen in hand.
"Oh, my table is already booked, my friend is already inside." I answered politely, taking in my surroundings carefully. I hadn't been here for two years, atleast. Everything had changed.
Red coloured paint seemed to be neatly smeared all over the walls. Chinese lanterns hung from the ceilings, and the booths were all decorated with Chinese symbols and designs. A massive red dragon was painted across the front desk, where the plump, unpleasent-looking, woman sat, gawking at me.
"Last name?" She practically barked up at me, as I stood. I jumped slightly, and gave her a withering look.
"Della-Rosa." I said simply, as she took the back end of the pen and began to trail it down the page, beside the names of all of the people who had reserved places.
"Della-Rosa, Della-Rosa." She muttered to herself, searching for the name on the clean, white page. "Ah." She finished, flipping the pen around and ticking the name off. "Table nine." She said simply, pointing in the direction of the cluster of tables.
I nodded my head in thanks, and made my way passed the front desk in search of Miranda. I looked around the place, it was full of customers. I looked to my left, a table in the far corner, staring at the back of a raven-haired head. I squinted slightly, and saw the hair standing on end slightly.
I gasped, jumping to conclusions way too quickly, assuming it was Harry. I turned my attention to a table three spaces to the left of it, and saw Miranda sitting there, waving me over.
I walked over quickly, my blood beginning to boil. The closer I got, the more I could see of the people at table number twelve. I halted in front of the chair opposite Miranda, not even aknowledging her presence, as I craned my neck to get a proper glimpse of the people sitting at the table in question. I sat down in my seat clumbsily, after drawing the chair out slowly, still staring discretely.
"Hello to you, too." Came Miranda's voice. I turned over and looked at her slightly put out expression, and gave her an apologetic look.
"Hey, Miranda. One second, though, okay?" I said, turning my head back to the table.
It seems my possible 'Harry Imposter' just leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lady-friend's lips. I was completely shocked. My mouth couldn't form words, my hands dropped the purse I was holding, my mind spun and my eyes began to blink several times.
I did something completely drastic, and un-characteristic. I rose from my seat, stepping over my purse and stalking towards the table. My fists clenched, my face turning a deeper crimson, I was surprised to realize my ears weren't letting out steam. Half way to the table, I saw the guy turn his head, and for the first time I got a proper glimpse of his face.
My expression went from angry, to completely and utterly, embaressed.
Thank God, the couple didn't see me, even though the rest of the restaurant had. I stopped dead in my tracks, turned on my heel, and fast-walked back to my seat, Miranda staring at me in awe.
I pulled the leather-bound menu up to my face and looked across the table at Miranda, my face wincing at my stupidity.
"What were you doing?" Miranda snorted with laughter, leaning into the menu to see and hear me clearly.
"I...I" I stuttered, my mouth still unable to form words.
"You...What?" Miranda urged me to continue.
"I thought that was Harry!" I squeaked.
Miranda's expression changed from worried, to hysterical. She looked like she was ready to burst out laughing at me, and it was taking every bit of her being not to. I rolled my eyes in her direction, and sighed heavily.
"Go on, laugh. You know you want to!" I said, folding my arms across my chest stubbornly. And within seconds, she let the laughter she held back, errupt from her mouth. She clutched at her sides, her hand over her mouth as he shoulder shook with the effort of her laughter. She looked at me, and laughed even harder.
I picked up a napkin, scrunched it into a ball and threw it at her. "Shut up!" I snapped in an undertone, a smirk stretching out across my face. This of course, made her laugh even harder!
Once she was able to compose herself, she looked at me as if it all seemed to click.
"You really were jealous, weren't you?" Miranda smiled, as I began to blush a deep red.
"No, why would I be jealous?" I said, coming from behind the safety of the menu, my voice cracking under the lie. Miranda grinned.
"Liar!" She said simply, her eyes lighting up. She always loved moments like these.
"Okay, so maybe I was a little jealous! So what?" I shrugged, looking anywhere but at her.
"You really like him, don't you?" Miranda's hand came into contact with my shoulder, as she nudged me slightly.
"No." I said truthfully. "No, I love him." I smiled, looking over at Miranda carefully.
She squealed with joy and looked at me. "Well!"
"Well, what?" I answered, looking bewildered.
"Well! What are you going to do about it!" Miranda asked enthusiastically.
"He already knows I love him, Manda." I answered, using my favourite nickname for her.
"Oh don't 'Manda' me! Sure, he knows. But you aren't a couple, are you?!" She pressed the subject further.
"No, we're not. It's all very complicated. But I'm sure we're still friends. Maybe he thinks I'm not ready." I answered, shrugging slightly, and bringing the menu back up to my face. "What's good to eat, here?" I asked, trying to get off of the subject as quick as possible.
I tried to pay attention to the menu in front of me, but their was complete silence from Miranda's end of the table. I could almost place the expression on her face perfectly. Her eyebrow would be raised, her eyes would have a mischievious glint in them, and words would dance on her lips, just waiting to be released.
It was almost as if her stares were beginning to burn a hole in the menu, for I put it down and brought my attention back to her. "What?" I asked her politely, trying to ignore the fact that she was staring at me like I had six heads.
"You know 'what'!" Miranda answered. She placed her hands on her hips, her eyebrow almost disappearing into her hairline.
"Well what am I supposed to do, Miranda?! I can't make a complete fool of myself! I will go out with him, when he asks me. Other then that, NO! I am NOT going to make myself look stupid. I mean, what if he doesn't want to go out with me? What if when he said 'I love you, too', he meant, as a friend!?" I knew what I was saying was rubbish. I had just had the best sex of my life, only hours before, with the very same guy I was trying to make out to look like 'just a friend'.
And some how, I think Miranda could see it too. She suddenly perked up, looking at me carefully as if I was the patient, she was the doctor, and it was her job to examine me.
"What, now?" I asked impatiently.
"You seem different. You do something different with your hair or something?" She asked, her voice going off pitch slightly.
"No!" I blushed slightly, hiding my face with the menu, one more.
"I know!" She blurted out. "You shagged someone!" She said almost immediately.
My mouth dropped. I would honestly, love to know how friends can do that! It drives me absolutely bonkers to know that she is one step ahead of me, in my own life! Out of the blue, she was able to tell me a secret I would've liked to keep with me to the grave.
"Bu -- How!?" I stuttered.
"I don't know why I didn't see it before! You just... You have this glow about you, I guess." Miranda smirked. "Anyway, what are you doing, sitting here, talking to me?! You should be heading back to your house, calling Harry up on the phone, and inviting him over to your place!" Miranda's smirk turned into an enthusiastic grin.
My head was spinning once again. But then, it was as if a switch turned on in my head. "You know what? I should be!" I said happily, picking my purse and coat up.
"That's RIGHT! So, what are you still doing sitting here? Go on, then! Off with you, and think of me later when you're having the best sex of your life!" Miranda winked and waved as I rushed off, waving back at her excitedly.
Miranda was right. I had to define our relationship. I had to let Harry know I wanted to be more then friends, that I was ready to build a bridge, let down the barriers. That I was ready to form a bond once more.
As I walked off down the streets of London, on my way home, thoughts began to mesh themselves together in my head. I wanted to let him know that I wanted more then just sex, with no strings attached. That I didn't want to just be his friend. I wanted him to be mine, and no one else's. These thoughts seemed to scream at me, perhaps trying to drown each other out, and deafen me in the process.
But even as confusing as this may seem, it all finally made sense, and now, I began to wonder...
How do I let him know I want to get closer?
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A/N: Hey everyone! I'm REALLY sorry this took SO long! Omgosh, I just started school a few weeks ago you see, really tough year I've got ahead of me. I didn't have time to read through this chapter, either. I just did a quick spell check, so I'm really sorry about the spelling errors, if there are any! Well, anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. Again, a thousand apologies for being really late with updating! My'bad! lol. Please, review! This chapter has my FIRST sex scene ever, and I really want all of your opinions! Right, well, I'll update as soon as I can!