Fallon swiped the back of her hand across her forehead as she stored the last box of things inside the hall closet. Her parents had cleared it out for her since she was moving home - letting her stay in her old room and store her things here until she found a place of her own. She had been living in Chicago for the past two years after she finished college, but she was over the noise of the city. There was nothing more that she wanted than to come back to the suburbs where her parents lived to start her own life there instead.
She had managed to give herself a nice savings to get herself through the summer without having to push herself into finding a new job, but she was going to be smart about leaving enough in there to give her at least three months rent for when she found an apartment.
Sighing, she closed the door to the closet and walked back into her room - looking at her sweaty appearance in the mirror. Her eyes flicked over to the clock to realize that she only had half an hour to get ready before her brother, Asher, showed up for the cookout her parents were having to celebrate her being home.
"Shit," she hissed under her breath, quickly digging through her drawers for a pair of underwear.
Fallon opened both doors to her closet and grabbed the first sundress she saw before darting into the hallway bathroom. She quickly washed her body and shaved her legs - opting to skip the hair wash, deciding she'd just use some dry shampoo.
She stepped out and pulled her hair out of the bun it was in, her brown flowy locks falling down her back. Making sure to hold the spray can far enough away, she began to spray the dry shampoo into her hair before running her fingers through it to spread it all out.
Satisfied with her hair, she slipped the tied towel off her body and pulled on her underwear - her bright orange sundress following closely behind. It wasn't until she started on her makeup that she could hear her brother's bellowing voice downstairs. She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head, finishing up the wing of her eyeliner. After applying her mascara, she quickly put some chapstick on her lips and walked out.
Asher's voice grew louder as she descended the stairs, and she turned the corner into the kitchen to not only find Asher and her parents, but also Harry.
Harry had been her brother's best friend since Asher was fourteen and Fallon was twelve - her and Asher being eighteen months apart. He moved into their neighborhood during the middle of the school year, and Fallon's parents, being the good neighbors they are, brought over some desserts to the Styles residence about a week after they were settled. It wasn't until they got a little older when Fallon started to notice just how attractive Harry was.
It was a Friendsgiving party at Fallon and Asher's, which also ended up being the first time she had seen Harry in a little over a year. Fallon had just turned eighteen at the beginning of August and was going through her last year of high school. Harry and Asher went to separate colleges, but they were only a city apart which meant they saw each other all the time. Asher had come home for summer the first year, but Harry stayed in Seattle - having earned a nice internship at a publication company. His parents had gone to see him for the holidays instead of him coming home, and it felt strange not seeing him at all in fifteen months.
His hair was longer, hitting below his shoulders, and she had never seen it that long on him before. It had grown out pretty well before he left for college, but she never knew he would let it grow that long. At first she thought her mind had been deceiving her when he lifted his arms up to grab some more ice from the freezer - her eyes catching sight of the tips of leaves bordering the waistband of his tight skinny jeans. Fallon knew he had a tattoo on his hip before, but it was obvious that it had now been covered up by something else.
And how desperately she wanted to see exactly what it was, as well as its counterpart on the other hip.
In the middle of playing beer pong that night, Harry had pulled his hair back and tied it in a bun against his head. Fallon found herself in a complete daze just looking at him, and she didn't even know how hard she was staring until her friend, Skylar, called her out on it.
Ever since that night, Fallon had found herself extremely attracted to Harry. He ended up coming home every summer after that, and most of the nights between the three individuals consisted of them all hanging out at the pool in the Styles' backyard. She had wondered often if Harry felt the same about her. It was hard for her to wrap her head around the thought that he could. She was Asher's little sister for crying out loud! There was no way he could look at her as anything other than that.
It wasn't until her twenty-first birthday where it became obvious that Harry had to be feeling the same type of way. Harry was done with college and was living in the area again. He had gotten a really good job as an editor at Treehouse Publishing that was just inside the city - about a twenty minute drive from his childhood home. Asher decided to take his art degree abroad for the first year after graduating, and was working at a prestigious art gallery in Rome.
It meant a lot to her that Harry had still decided to come out for her twenty-first birthday even though Asher wasn't around. The only people that joined her other than Harry were her friend Skylar along with her boyfriend, Kennedy, and their other friend, Colson. As the night went on, Fallon was fed more and more shots, not just by her friends, but other patrons at the bar who realized it was someone's twenty-first birthday. She was drunk, but not completely obliterated, by the time Skylar announced they had to get going because Kennedy had to work early the next morning - Colson decided to go with them since Fallon would have Harry to get her home safely.
Harry had been trying his best to be present, but also keep his distance from Fallon. The skin tight dark green dress she had on left little to the imagination, and he could only think she had felt comfortable wearing that since Asher wasn't going to be around. The article of clothing barely covered her backside, hitting right at the tops of her thighs, and he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the square neckline - her nipples shining through.
He tried to think he was imagining things when he could see the looks she was flashing his way every now and then. Her eyes were darkened from the alcohol, and her body was swaying to the music in a way that he could only see as an invitation. Harry kept trying to tell himself to take it, but all he could think of in the back of his mind was how Asher would literally kill him if he ever touched Fallon in that kind of way.
So he fought against the urges and just observed - smiling to himself at the way he was seeing Fallon really let herself be free for the first time. All throughout highschool she was a disciplined student, never partaking in parties, and using her weekends to study as much as possible to stay at the top of her class. There had been many times that Harry had tried to convince her to ditch her studies to come watch movies or play video games with him and Asher, but she declined every time.
Harry had watched as her friends walked away, and when he approached Fallon he could see that she was definitely feeling her alcohol. They both agreed it was time to go home, and he quickly ordered the Uber for the two of them to get back to her parents house. Once there, Harry helped her get upstairs and they sat on her bed and just talked for a while.
That night they almost kissed, but Harry stopped it, knowing that Fallon's mind was fuzzy. Not to mention what kind of awkwardness that could cause between them. Harry nor Fallon ever spoke of that night again, and Harry wasn't even sure that Fallon remembered it almost happening.
But she did.
"Button!" Asher exclaimed as he set eyes on Fallon, opening his arms for her.
Fallon immediately displayed a toothy grin as she walked forward and wrapped her arms around her brother. "Hi, bubs."
She felt Asher press a kiss to the crown of her head, keeping her close.
Fallon's family had called her 'button' ever since she could remember - everyone saying she had a button nose. Everyone had already called Asher 'bubs' since the minute he was born.
While in her brother's embrace, Fallon's eyes flickered over to Harry to see him leaned against the counter, both palms pressed down against the surface with his fingers curling over the edge. Things had been okay with them the past couple of years - regardless of the awkwardness that could loom over them sometimes whenever they found themselves alone, even if it was for a few seconds.
Asher and Fallon eventually let go over their hold, her brother turning around to help their father prep the hot dogs and burgers for the grill outside, while their mother focused on finishing up the peach cobbler.
Fallon walked over to Harry - who was giving her a soft smile. "Hi stranger," she said, a smirk creeping onto her lips.
They hadn't seen each other since Christmas of last year, and Fallon was still with her boyfriend at the time. The relationship ended a little after New Years - only having been six months. That was another reason Fallon wanted to move home.
"Fallon, hi," Harry said, poking his tongue into the corner of his lip as his eyes trailed over her sundress.
It was embarrassing to Harry how much he thought of Fallon after the night of her birthday. He had always found her pretty, sure, but that night ignited something in him that he had never felt when it came to her. He'll never forget her sultry eyes, or how her plump lips slightly puckered out when they were so close to kissing.
"I didn't know you'd be coming too," Fallon told Harry honestly as she walked over to the fridge, bending over to grab a beer. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, holding the beer bottle up and giving it a small shake. "Want one?"
Harry cleared his throat, fighting the urge to check out her body from this angle as well. He brought his arms up and crossed them over his chest. "Yeah, please," he responded.
Fallon could tell he was trying his hardest not to let his eyes wander and that gave her a sense of confidence. She knew he could feel the same attraction - he had been showing it here and there ever since the almost kiss.
One thing that Harry didn't know was that Fallon discovered a new found sex appeal in herself after breaking up with her boyfriend. She didn't know how it happened or why, but one day she looked at herself in the mirror and decided that she was done lacking in self-esteem. Finally taking the advice of her friends, she went and got hair done, went shopping for new clothes, and even bought herself some new lingerie.
Ever since then she held herself with a purpose - not allowing anyone to tear her down. Part of Fallon knew that's why Harry was currently struggling to be around her. He had never seen her so sure of herself.
Fallon turned around with Harry's beer tucked in her arm, her own beer in one hand while she shut the fridge with the other. She grabbed the magnetic bottle opener from the fridge and popped both bottles open, extending Harry's out to him once she walked over.
"So, how've you been?" She asked, taking a large sip of her beer. Regardless of how confident she was, his piercing green eyes could still make her nervous. "Haven't seen you since Christmas."
Harry shrugged and lifted his beer to take a sip. Fallon's eyes trained on the way his heart shaped lips separated and rested against the mouth of the bottle, her bottom lip tucking itself between her teeth as she watched. His throat expanded with each gulp, and it wasn't until he pulled the beer away from his mouth that she straightened herself back up - hoping it wasn't obvious how much she was staring.
"The same, I guess," Harry said, lifting his hand to rub the pad of his thumb and his index finger over his top lip, around to the corners of his mouth, and down to clean up any excess liquid. "Just working, hitting the gym, and hanging out with Asher whenever he's not sucking up to Molly."
"Hey, I heard that!" Asher called over his shoulder, causing laughter to erupt between Fallon and Harry both.
Molly was Asher's fiancée, and she should be showing up any minute along with the rest of their family and friends for the cookout.
When Harry mentioned the gym, Fallon already noticed that he had muscled up. A long sleeve yellow shirt clung to his biceps with the sleeves rolled up to the creases of his elbows. There was a graphic of a man's face with glasses and a mustache on it with the words 'Super Hunky' underneath. His Aviator sunglasses were latched to the middle of his collar - keeping them there for whenever they were to head outside. A light blue denim ball cap was on his head, and dark green athletic shorts draped over his tanned and toned thighs - a bit shorter than she had seen him wear before. His white Vans authentics were scuffed and dirty, and she was sure those had to be the same ones Asher had bought him for his birthday a couple of years ago.
Harry admired the light pink that now tinted Fallon's cheeks from her giggles and he sent her a smile. "How about you?"
Fallon blew air out of her mouth - causing her lips to raspberry as she shook her head. "Well, I went through a break up earlier this year. I decided I wanted to move home. Quit my job a month ago to move here, and now I'm living with my parents," she said, clearing her throat afterwards. "Sorry, that was probably a lot."
Harry's eyebrows narrowed and he shook his head. "Don't apologize. I asked, didn't I?" He questioned. A few seconds of silence passed by before Harry nudged his shoulder against Fallon's. "So, no more boyfriend, huh?"
If she hadn't been playing such close attention, Fallon would've missed the glint in his eye when Harry asked his question. "No," she laughed, resting her beer bottle on her lips again, but not taking a sip. "No more boyfriend."
Tilting her head back, Fallon took three large sips of her beer, and she could feel Harry's eyes burning into the side of her face as she did so.
He went to open his mouth to speak again, but he was interrupted with the doorbell ringing.
"I'll get it!" Fallon watched as her mother walked out of the kitchen to open the front door, Molly stepping in with a few of Fallon and Asher's relatives trickling behind.
Fallon looked up at Harry, lifting her hand to place it on his shoulder. "I'll catch you in a bit. Something tells me I'm about to get caught up talking to either my aunt or my grandmother for the next forty-five minutes," she said playfully, giving his muscle a squeeze before heading to the mass of people gathering in their foyer.
Harry allowed his eyes to wander down to Fallon's round ass through her sundress - the opportunity of her turning her back on him being one that he wouldn't waste to fully take her in. He began to sip his beer again, but he let his sight remain on her over the bottle.
Once Fallon and Asher's family came in and got settled, everyone ended up moving into the large backyard while their dad put the burgers and hot dogs on the grill. Fallon walked over to her dad and placed her hand in the middle of his back, looking down at the meats that were cooking.
"You got a plant based burger patty for Harry, right?" She asked him - not knowing Harry could hear her just a foot or so away. He was in the middle of a conversation with Asher and Molly, but as soon as Fallon's voice sounded close to him he started listening to her.
Fallon's dad cursed under his breath and shook his head. "Dammit, no. I forgot," he said, feeling like a right ass considering Harry had been following the no meat lifestyle for a few years now.
"Dad, it's fine. I'm sure we have some in the freezer, I'll go look."
It didn't take long for Fallon to trail back out, plant based patty on a paper plate as she walked over. "All good," she told her dad, pecking his cheek as she set the plate down.
The fact that Fallon had been looking out for Harry caused a fit of butterflies to erupt in his stomach. He was clearly on her mind just as much as she was on his.
Fallon made her way around the backyard, stopping to talk to all their relatives that had come over just to congratulate her being home. One thing that she didn't enjoy, however, were all the questions that came from those conversations.
"What happened to you and that boy?"
"Well, don't you want to be married in the next couple of years?"
"You've gotta give us a child at some point."
"You don't have a job lined up yet? You're just living off your parents money?"
She didn't feel the need to explain herself to any of them - she really didn't, but the judgment seeping from all of them made her feel so small. Not to mention that she knew this would just lead to gossip among everyone in the coming days after this get together.
Fallon's parents knew their siblings could be a lot, and Fallon and Asher both were thankful that their parents didn't follow that same trend. They weren't nosey, they didn't judge, and they especially didn't try to force any way of living on their children. Their parents wanted them to be true individuals, and to make decisions for themselves.
"So you haven't been trying to find yourself another man after your breakup?" Her aunt asked as she took a large sip from her wine glass. "You're not getting any younger, Fallon. You've got to secure someone for yourself while you still have the looks."
It was everything Fallon could do to swallow down her anger, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone. She was going to respond before she felt a hand slide over her lower back.
"I'm sorry to interrupt - Fallon, can I borrow you for a second?"
His raspy accent flooded her ears and she sucked in a deep breath, looking up to see Harry with his Aviators now perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose.
"Your mom asked me to grab more ice for the cooler from the basement freezer and I can't find Asher," Harry continued with a chuckle - looking down at Fallon as her brown, wavy hair flowed in the breeze.
"Oh yeah, of course," Fallon agrees with a nod before looking back over to her aunt. "I'll find you later."
Harry ended up moving his hand over to Fallon's hip to pull her completely into his side, his forearm pressed against her lower back as the both of them headed towards the house. Once they walked inside, Fallon put her beer down on the kitchen counter and started towards the door in the hallway that led to the basement.
"They usually keep a bag or two down here at all times," she rambled, opening the door and flicking on the light.
They made their way down the stairs, Harry closing the door behind them. Fallon walked over to the large storage freezer, but she soon felt Harry capture her hand and turn her around.
"I was lying about the ice," Harry admitted, his sunglasses still covering his eyes. "I couldn't help but overhear the conversation that was happening, and I knew you were feeling uncomfortable. Just wanted to get you away from all of that for a few minutes."
Fallon felt a sense of relief rush over her, causing her to close her eyes and let out a soft sigh. "Fuck," she whispered, shaking her head before fluttering her eyelids back open. "Thanks for that."
As if they both remembered at the same time, Harry and Fallon looked down to see their hands were still connected.
Clearing this throat, Harry retracted his hand and let it fall back down by his side. "They really like to ask about your ex, huh?"
Fallon scoffed, leaning back against the freezer with her arms crossed over her chest. "Yeah, well, I guess when your relatives find out you broke up with a guy who was successful because of his daddy's money - people tend to talk."
"Why did you break up with him?" Harry asked bluntly, clearly not cutting any corners.
"Where do I start?" She laughed, tapping her fingertips against her arm. "First off, I don't think we were ever compatible like that. We probably would've been okay just being friends, but definitely not a couple."
Harry pulled his Aviators off his face and latched them to the middle of the collar of his shirt as before - his eyes finding Fallon's with ease so she knew he was listening to every word.
"Then there's the privilege that he had - one that he used to his advantage more than I liked to see," she continued. "Using his dad's status as an excuse as to why he should get whatever he was demanding at the time."
"What about you?" Harry inquired and Fallon looked at him with a bit of shock. "How did he treat you?"
Fallon took a minute to really process his question. No one had ever asked her that since the break up. "He was fine, I guess," she shrugged, licking over her bottom lip before continuing. "He would cover everything when we would go out, he'd compliment me and pamper me. But romantically, that spark was gone before the relationship started - if I'm being honest."
Harry gave her a small nod, urging her to continue. "The most we ever did really was just hold hands while we were out. We hardly ever kissed. And...and activities in the bedroom were very boring."
As much as she tried to will away the flush that was spreading over her skin, Fallon couldn't stop it if she tried. "Tried finding what I wanted in some hookups over the past few months, but still - nothing I'm looking for."
Fallon watched as Harry's pupils dilated slightly as he stared at her. He pushed himself off the wall he had been situated against, moving his lean frame to stand beside hers. The small of his back met the freezer as he looked down at her.
"I know what that's like, trust me," he said - reassuring her that she wasn't alone in her need for something more and not discovering it. "Haven't hooked up with someone in a couple of months now, but my last few were just...awful."
This caused both of them to let out a few laughs as Fallon looked down to her feet.
Harry had always been someone that Fallon felt comfortable talking to, but they had never really talked about these things before. It made sense to her why they hadn't - who would want to talk to their best friend's little sister about relationships and their sex lives?
On the other end, Harry didn't find it odd at all that he was having this conversation with Fallon right now. They were both older and grown adults who were having a mature conversation about what they wanted out of others. It was actually refreshing to him. Ever since Asher had proposed to Molly, he hardly saw his best friend anymore.
There was a part of him that brewed with excitement at the idea that Fallon was now back home. He hoped that maybe they could get even closer than they already were - seeing as she was someone he found so easy to talk to and get along with.
"I just want more, you know?" Fallon asked after a while, moving her hands down to cup the edge of the freezer. "I want people to be adventurous when it comes to each other's bodies. I just...I don't know - I'm sorry. This is probably such a weird conversation for you to be a part of right now."
Harry shook his head and lifted his hand to the edge of the freezer as well. He slid it over to slightly cover Fallon's - his pinky brushing along the back of it. "I don't think it's weird. You know what you want and you're not afraid to be open about it. Also, we're comfortable and we're adults. We're friends. You need someone to talk to about these things."
"Yeah, but not your best friend's little sister," Fallon stated, looking down at Harry's finger caressing her skin before glancing up into his seafoam eyes.
"Fal, you haven't been just Asher's little sister to me in a long time," Harry explained. "You're my friend too - all on your own."
Fallon felt her mouth dry up at Harry's words. She knew that he felt differently about her now, of course, but to hear him say that he saw her as more than just a package deal when it came to Asher made her heart flutter
"You don't have to say that if you don't mean it, Harry," Fallon told him with a small laugh of disbelief leaving her.
Harry shook his head and took Fallon's hand completely in his - giving it a squeeze. "I mean it. I see you as your own person. Yes, you'll always be Asher's sister, there's no changing that, obviously, but I like to think that we have our own connection too. And, to be honest, I get what you mean by wanting people to be adventurous."
Fallon felt herself get a bit weak in the knees at his sentiment, her thigh accidentally knocking against his as she tried to ground herself.
Even the smallest contact between the two of them, their hands clasped and their thighs just brushing together, caused Harry to tingle all over. He couldn't stop himself as he began to lean in - the sides of their arms now flush against one another.
Fallon began to lean in as well, eyes darting between Harry's eyes and his lips - her heart beat increasing at what others would probably consider an alarming rate.
Feeling each other's breath on their lips, both of their eyes slipped shut as they were so close to what they craved.
The basement door opening above caused the both of them to jump away from one another - Fallon quickly opening the freezer to act as if she were looking for something. No one would've been able to see them since the freezer was tucked into the back corner of the room, but the risk of someone seeing them that way still caused their hearts to feel like they were going to fall out of their asses.
"What are you two doing down there? Dad just finished the food!" Asher called down the stairs.
Harry and Fallon looked over at each other as she opened her mouth to speak. "We're just grabbing more ice for the coolers! We'll be right up!"
"Harry, come help me set up the cornhole boards," Asher said before they could hear his footsteps trailing away.
Harry reached down and grabbed a bag of ice, now needing to keep up the story they had painted. "You sure you've got the other one? I can take both."
Fallon nodded at him. "Yeah, I'm sure. Go ahead and go up there - you know how impatient Asher can be."
Honestly, Fallon just needed some time alone to cool down after finding herself in such a situation with Harry. It didn't help that this was not the first time, but the second. She watched as Harry's bunny teeth sunk into his bottom lip before he nodded and made his way up the stairs.
Letting out a deep breath with her eyes slipping shut, Fallon practically shoved her face into the freezer to rid herself of the redness that she knew was coating her skin.
❁ ❁ ❁
"Do you just want the snacks and stuff out on the table, Molly?" Fallon called from the kitchen as she was setting out chips and dip on a large platter.
Asher and Molly were throwing a housewarming party at their new home that they just got completely settled in. It had been a few weeks since the cookout, and most of Fallon's time consisted of helping Molly decorate the house - considering Fallon had a degree in interior design.
Her and Harry had been texting here and there, and Fallon was secretly hoping he would ask her to hang out sometime - just the two of them. Part of her wanted to grow a pair and just ask him herself, but she was scared of how embarrassed she would feel around him going forward if he were to reject her.
"Yeah, whatever you think looks aesthetically pleasing!" Molly yelled back from upstairs as she was finishing up getting ready.
Fallon walked over to their dining room table and set the platter she was working on in the middle. Making her way over to the fridge, she got out the finger sandwiches they had made along with a cheese tray. Laying it all out, Fallon began to arrange everything, bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she made it look the way she felt Molly would like.
Once she was finished, Fallon went outside to make sure everything was set up in the backyard. She had hung up fairy lights earlier in the day, and Asher had put together a good amount of lounge furniture and scattered it around the yard - giving people plenty of places to hang out tonight.
While she was outside, she heard Asher open the front door, and Harry's voice drew her in immediately. Not being able to help the smile on her face, Fallon made her way back into the house - her smile faltered, however, when she heard a female voice, and saw Harry's arm around said female's waist once they came into her view.
"Backyard all set up, button?" Asher asked, but Fallon hardly heard him.
It was foolish of her to feel any type of jealousy towards the scene in front of her. Her and Harry hadn't gone on any dates, they hadn't discussed going out together, and they hadn't even talked about how they felt about the other. For all Fallon knew, Harry maybe didn't feel anything for her - that he just felt like kissing her in certain moments.
"Fallon?" She heard her brother speak again, and she looked over to him. She forced a smile onto her lips and shook her head.
"Sorry, zoned out for a second - it's been a busy day," she responded with a soft laugh. "Backyard looks great and the table is all set."
Asher gave her a nod before looking back at Harry and Fallon. "This is Harry's friend, Reina."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Reina said, extending her hand out.
Although it made her skin crawl, Fallon placed her hand in Reina's and gave it a shake. "You as well."
"You're Asher's little sister?" Reina asked before looking up to Harry. "Why haven't you mentioned her to me before? I thought Asher was an only child."
"We've only been talking for a week, Reina," Harry explained with a chuckle. "I'm sure she was bound to come up at some point."
Fallon felt an odd anger brewing in her stomach, and she took that as her cue to remove herself from this situation before she said something she would regret. "Anything that's out you guys are welcome to. I'm going to check on Molly upstairs and see if she needs any help getting ready."
Harry hadn't missed the way Fallon's smile vanished when she saw he had brought a date with him. It had been a while since Harry had logged onto his dating apps, and the most recent swipe he had was Reina - only having swiped a couple days prior to him convincing himself to give dating another shot.
They quickly hit it off, talking about movies and music, and they went on a date just a couple days later. Today actually marked a week since their first interaction, and so far Harry was feeling good about it. He invited her tonight to see just how she acted around the people closest to him.
Failing to mention Fallon to her was something he did subconsciously, but after hearing Reina call him out on it, he realized that he hadn't mentioned her because he did find himself attracted to Fallon. He guessed his mind made him think that by not bringing her up to a potential girlfriend made it to where the attraction didn't even exist.
Harry's eyes bore into Fallon's, but she didn't allow herself to hold his gaze for too long. She quickly made her way up the stairs and knocked on Molly and Asher's bedroom door.
"Molls, it's me. Do you need any help?" She asked.
Molly wasn't the greatest when it came to her own hair and makeup. She tried to put in the effort for things like this, but more often than not, she went barefaced with her hair up in a loose ponytail.
Fallon jumped slightly when the bedroom door swung open to reveal a frazzled Molly, half of her hair curled, and only foundation on her face.
"Oh my god, please, Fallon," Molly pleaded with big blue eyes. "Can you finish curling my hair while I work on my makeup? I'm trying so hard not to have a complete freak out right now."
"Of course, come on," Fallon took Molly's hand and they walked over to the vanity. Once she sat down, Fallon grabbed the curling iron and brush, beginning to work on the unfinished side of Molly's hair. "You did a great job so far - proud of you."
Fallon had slowly taught Molly tricks throughout the few years her and Asher had been together, trying to show her hacks that could make it easier for her to do these things on her own. She could tell that Molly had been following them, and that warmed her heart.
"I don't know how people get so fast at doing these things," Molly huffed as she started to apply concealer to certain parts of her skin - grabbing her beauty sponge to pat it into place. "I've been up here for almost an hour, and I'm not even close to being done."
"Don't say that!" Fallon scolded her as she began to curl a piece of Molly's hair around the barrel of the iron. "You were doing a great job on your own. I just figured you could use an extra set of hands, that's all."
Fallon quickly made work of Molly's hair and touched up some of the pieces that she had done prior to. She sprayed it down with a lighter hairspray, not wanting to weigh down the curls, and Molly was almost done herself - applying mascara to her lashes.
"Do you know what you're wearing?" Fallon asked as she opened up the closet, looking over the options Molly had.
Adorning her own body, Fallon had on a pair of flowy white linen pants with a pair of brown open toed wedges - a strapless nude colored bustier top sitting on her torso. Although the outfit was casual, Molly was envious of how Fallon could make something look so chic just by wearing it.
"Could you pick something out for me?" Molly inquired, spraying her face down with setting spray. "You're better at all of this than I am."
"Molly," Fallon said with a soft sigh, dropping her hand from the door to walk over to her future sister in law. "Everyone has their own way of doing things - their own way of dressing, their own way of doing their hair and makeup. Stop selling yourself so short."
Molly laughed and shook her head. "You sound just like Asher."
"Look, if you tell him this, I'll never help you with anything again. But listen to him because he's right about this," Fallon joked, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.
This caused Molly to let out one of her large laughs, and Fallon knew she was able to lift Molly's spirits that easily. "Your secret's safe with me."
Fallon and Molly ended up collaborating on Molly's outfit, going with a pair of flared jeans with some platform sneakers and a black tank top. It was simple, but Molly felt more beautiful than she had in a while.
They made their way downstairs, and they were both surprised by just how many people had showed up in the time it took them to get Molly all finished.
"Oh god, maybe this wasn't a good idea," Molly whined, nervous about what could get messed up by having this many people inside their brand new house.
"It's going to be okay! We're all adults here - no one will get out of hand, I promise. Don't stress," Fallon encouraged, steering Molly into the kitchen where she poured them some tequila shots. "Take this, go find Asher and have a good time."
Molly sucked in a deep breath through her nose before nodding, tapping her shot glass against Fallon's and then the counter, tilting her head back once the rim of the glass was against her lips.
"Hey, where's mine?"
Even though her back was to him, Fallon knew it was Harry immediately. Molly shook her head at him playfully before taking Fallon's advice, going to search for Asher in the backyard.
"I don't know. You should ask your date," Fallon said with a shrug - pouring herself another shot, and quickly downing it.
"Oof," Harry winced, moving to lean against the counter so he was facing Fallon. "Someone has a touchy attitude."
Fallon looked over Harry's appearance, not really getting a chance to before with how shocked she was. He had on a pair of light washed jeans with rips in the knees, and checkerboard Vans on his feet. A loose Pink Floyd "The Wall" shirt hung on his abdomen. It bothered her how good he looked even though she currently found him at the top of her shit list.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Fallon retorted, moving around him to reach the cooler that was on the floor at the edge of the counter.
She bent down, and Harry couldn't help but stare at the way her ass rounded perfectly in her pants. Her legs looked especially long due to the wedges she had on, and her small breasts were almost spilling from her top.
Fallon grabbed a beer and stood back up, cracking it open, and immediately gulping down a few large sips.
"Oh really?" Harry asked with a laugh, running a hand through the front of his curls. "Your whole vibe right now says otherwise."
"Don't you have someone else to interrogate?" Fallon bit slightly which caused Harry's eyes to widen.
"Look, Fal," he started, straightening himself up as he approached her - so she knew he was serious. "I don't know what I did to make you upset with me. If it's about what happened in the basement at your parents, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Oh trust me, you've made that very clear," Fallon said with a roll of her eyes, shoulder brushing against Harry's as she exited the kitchen, and moved into the backyard.
Harry stood in the kitchen a minute longer - blankly staring at the back door that Fallon had just exited out of. His mind wasn't processing how they had been so good over text, but now seeing him in person is when she decides to have a problem about what almost happened.
He didn't realize in the slightest that it was due to him bringing a date when he had tried to kiss her, and that Fallon wished the kiss had actually happened - secretly hoping they would've had a chance to fulfill it tonight.
As the party went on, Fallon found herself extremely tipsy. The party had grown just a bit bigger, and everyone seemed to be having a really good time.
She did her best to steer clear of Reina, only finding herself in conversations with her a couple of times when she would be with Asher and Molly, and Harry would join in. Fallon felt a bit guilty having such a vendetta against Reina without properly knowing her, but she couldn't help it. She watched the way Harry's hand caressed over her back, slipping into the back pocket of Reina's shorts every now and then, and Fallon wished that it was her in that position.
It made Fallon's blood boil which made her mad at herself. She really had no right to be feeling this way. There had been no discussion between her and Harry about what everything meant since they had almost kissed twice now. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and so was she.
Stumbling slightly into the house, Fallon threw her beer can in the recycling and made her way down the hallway towards the bathroom. In her slightly drunken state, she opened the door without even knocking and gasped when she found Reina on the counter, Harry's tongue down her throat.
"Shit!" Fallon exclaimed, quickly smacking her hand over her eyes and turning around. "I didn't see anything, I swear."
She quickly shut the door and dropped her hand, her fingers shaking from how embarrassed she was.
Shaking her head, she started towards the steps to just use the bathroom upstairs, but she got distracted when she could hear Reina and Harry in the hallway.
"Does she not know how to fucking knock?" Reina sneered, and Fallon's eyebrows narrowed.
She hid herself behind the wall, halfway up the stairs, wanting to hear the rest of this conversation.
"Reina, everyone's been drinking. I can tell she's drunk," Harry tried to reason and Fallon could hear the desperation in his voice. "Plus, I didn't lock the door - so if you should blame anyone, it should be me."
"Great!" Reina yelled, her nasally voice raising an octave. "I will blame you then. Clearly you lack common sense if you're not going to lock the door to make out with someone at a house party."
Fallon's hands clenched into fists as she continued to listen. She couldn't stand someone talking to Harry this way, and she was two seconds away from stepping in.
"Oh, please," Harry scoffed. "Again, I've been drinking. It wasn't like there was anything to see anyway - your hands were still trying to get my pants down."
"It doesn't matter," Reina clapped back. "Maybe this is why you haven't had a girlfriend in years. Isn't it embarrassing to you that your best friend's little sister just caught you like that?"
Fallon decided she had heard enough and walked down the steps, rounding the corner to catch sight of Reina lifting her hand. Before she was able to make contact with Harry's face, Fallon's hand captured her wrist. Reina gasped as Fallon stared down at her - her wedges giving her a nice advantage in this situation.
"Who the fuck do you think you are speaking to him like that, and now you're trying to hit him?" Fallon asked - her tone even but threatening. "I suggest you get the hell out of here before I make you. You better hope I never see you outside of this house because I respect my brother enough not to create a scene here, but if I see you elsewhere, you're going to wish I hadn't."
Reina looked over at Harry, jaw slack. "You're just going to let her talk to me like this?"
Harry was already wearing a smirk on his lips, his arms crossed over his toned chest. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you think I was going to defend you after you were just trying to slap me? You heard her. Get the fuck out."
Fallon used the leverage on Reina's wrist to shove her out of the hallway and towards the front door. Thankfully, everyone else as the party was so wrapped up in other things they had no idea what was going on. Fallon and Harry watched as Reina quickly scurried out of the house - looking back at Fallon over her shoulder with fear as she did so.
Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't half hard in his pants after seeing Fallon go off on someone like that - not to mention that it was in his defense.
"You're fucking scary when angry," Harry commented with a laugh.
Fallon looked over to him, her mouth in a tight line. "Better hope you don't get me to the point where it's you on the receiving end then."
Without another word, Fallon made her way back down the hallway and to the bathroom that had just been occupied by Harry and the she-devil.
❁ ❁ ❁
It was the following weekend when Asher suggested that Fallon join him and Molly for a beach day with their friends. At first she was going to say no, not really wanting to see Harry after everything that happened at the party, but Skylar said she'd tag along - making Fallon finally accept the invitation. Once Skylar and Fallon got onto the beach, they began to make their way over to where Asher and Molly had already set up their spot.
"Oh, I can see you guys!" Asher said through the phone as Fallon kept it pressed against her ear. "I'm waving my hand around - can you see me?"
Fallon squinted behind her daisy shaped sunglasses before catching sight of Asher wagging his arm around everywhere like an idiot.
"No, I only see this guy flailing around. Looks like he may need medical attention," Fallon jousted.
"Hey, that's not very-"
Fallon hung up before he could get another word in, chuckling to herself as her and Skylar huffed their way through the hot sand.
"You hung up on me!" Asher said jokingly, holding a hand to his chest once they finally made it over.
"Oh, please, you'll live," Fallon stated before throwing an arm around Asher's neck, bringing him in for a hug.
Skylar and Fallon began to lay out their towels and Fallon immediately heard a yell from Asher once she pulled her t-shirt dress over her head to reveal her purple bikini. The bottoms were the cheekiest pair she owned, and the triangles were just enough to cover her small chest.
She may or may not have chosen this particular one on purpose to get back at a certain someone.
"Fallon, what the fuck?" Asher exclaimed, grabbing his shirt and throwing it at her. "Cover up! I don't want all these guys gawking at my little sister while I'm trying to relax on the beach. And when did you get your fucking nipples pierced? Oh my god."
Fallon found humor in Asher's meltdown, watching as he paced back and forth with his hands in his hair. He just kept muttering to himself about how his parents couldn't have given him a little brother instead of a sister, and how he was going to gouge out the eyes of every person he saw looking in her direction.
"Calm down, Ash," Skylar piped up, taking his shirt from Fallon so she could throw it back at him. "She's twenty-three, not thirteen - she's allowed to wear whatever she wants."
Asher gasped out in protest, going to speak again before Molly squeezed his shoulder. "Leave her alone, babe. She's fine," she said, rolling her eyes before looking at Fallon. "You look beautiful, Fallon. That color looks great on you."
Fallon smirked at the fact that Asher wasn't going to be winning this one. "Thanks, Molls, your bathing suit is super cute."
Molly had on a gingham two piece swimsuit that was high waisted, and had frills along the shoulder straps and the waistband. It fit her perfectly, and Fallon could tell she was so happy to be complimented by her over it.
Asher continued to curse softly under his breath, watching as Fallon began to apply sunscreen to her body. "I'm sure Harry doesn't want to see you like this either," he said, shaking his head. "You're like a sister to him too."
It was everything Fallon could do not to laugh at that comment or to tell him that was absolutely false considering Harry has tried to kiss her twice now. But all she did was just send him a look, lifting up her sunglasses - making sure he could see her eyes cutting at him.
"What about me?" Harry asked as he walked over to them, out from underneath the large canopy they had set up.
"Fucking Fallon here is over halfway to making this place look like a nudist beach," Asher complained and, Harry quickly flicked his eyes over to her, not noticing that she had arrived.
Harry was practically salivating as his eyes raked over her frame in that tiny bikini. He was grateful he had his sunglasses on so no one was able to see that his eyes lingered on the piercings he could see so clearly through the thin material of her top. She looked fucking amazing, and he was finding himself having to will away a boner.
He chose not to comment on her appearance either way. If he sided with Asher, then Fallon would be even angrier with him than she already was - he still was trying to figure out exactly what was going on there, but she hadn't returned any of his texts. If he sided with Fallon, then it would definitely come off as suspicious, and he didn't need his best friend questioning whether or not he was attracted to his sister.
But fuck, he was so down bad for her at this point.
Harry just shook his head in response to Asher and went to stand next to his friend, Owen, that he had invited. Owen had worked with him at Treehouse Publishing for the last year or so, and they had grown pretty close. It wasn't until recently that he had left to take a position much like Harry's at another publishing company.
"Your friend okay over there?" Owen asked Harry with a laugh.
"Yeah, just freaking out over seeing his little sister in a bikini. I'm convinced he still sees her as a teenager in his mind," Harry commented as he took a sip from the fresh beer he had just grabbed.
"Oh shit, that's his sister?" Owen asked in disbelief, lifting his sunglasses onto the top of his head to get a better look at Fallon.
Something unfamiliar began to brew inside Harry's stomach as he watched Owen's eyes dance over Fallon's frame. He watched as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip - a smirk forming on his mouth.
"She's hot as fuck," he commented before lowering his sunglasses back down. "She single?"
Harry just about choked on his beer at the question - never having been put in a situation to hear someone talk about Fallon is such a way. He hit his fist against his chest and cleared his throat. "Uh...yeah, I think so," Harry answered. "But she's picky."
There was no reason for Harry to warn Owen of that, but it was like his mind was trying to get him to scare his friend off before he had the chance to actually hit on Fallon.
"What are you trying to say, Styles? That I'm not a catch," Owen teased, knocking his arm against Harry's. "I'm gonna go ask her out before someone else around here has the chance to.”
Harry wanted to stop him, but he also knew Fallon would get mad if she found out he was interfering in her personal life. Plus, if Asher caught wind of someone hitting on his sister, he'd take care of the problem himself.
Harry watched as Owen approached Fallon, and she looked up at him, throwing all of her hair over to one shoulder as she looked up at him. She had one hand on her hip that was slightly pushed out, her other hand shielding her eyes from the sun even though she still had her sunglasses on.
They talked for a little bit, and after a moment Harry could see Fallon shrugging before shaking her head. Owen began to walk backwards, Fallon sending him a small wave, before he turned around and stood next to Harry again.
"So?" Harry questioned, taking another sip of his beer.
"She said no," Owen huffed, shaking his head. "Which is fine, don't get me wrong - just bruised my ego a bit."
Harry had to hide the arrogant smirk that wanted to perch on his lips. He had been right, he knew that Owen wasn't Fallon's type, truly, but he had an odd sense of relief at the fact she had turned him down.
"Oh, really? What'd she say?"
"Wanted to focus on herself for right now since she just moved home, still getting herself settled and all," Owen explained. "It's no big deal. Just gonna be weird having to be on this beach with her all day then."
Harry wanted to tell him that he should've waited to do it then, but he kept his mouth shut tight - not wanting to add salt to his friend's wound.
The day carried on and Fallon found herself laid out on her towel, stomach down with her arms folded underneath her chin. She had almost drifted off to sleep a few times, lulled in and out of consciousness by the sound of the waves rolling up and onto the shore.
"I don't think he's stopped staring at you since you got here," Skylar said as she sat down crisscrossed on her towel - having just gotten out of the water.
"Who?" Fallon asked, lifting her head up a bit to look around.
"Who do you think?" Skylar laughed. "Harry, you dumbass."
Fallon searched for a moment before her eyes landed on Harry who was throwing a football around with some of the other guys. She could see that his head was turned in her direction, but his eyes were still covered by his sunglasses.
"I know you always deny having a crush on him, but I'm not stupid, Fallon," Skylar said as she extended her legs out in front of her, crossing her ankles and leaning back on her hands. "Ever since I caught you drooling over him at Friendsgiving that one year, I knew you started finding him hot."
Sighing, Fallon flipped over onto her back and sat up as well. "Okay, he's hot," she said with a shrug as she stood up, dusting her hands over her legs to get some of the sand off that had blown on top of them. "But it's not like anything could ever happen anyway."
"You don't know that. You're adults now," Skylar scolded her friend. "Why think negatively about it before even trying?"
"Be for real, Sky," Fallon laughed, tossing her sunglasses onto her towel. "It's not even a possibility.”
Before Skylar could say anything else, Fallon made off towards the water - needing to be cooled off after laying in the sun for the past couple of hours. She started with just her feet, letting the water rush up and over, brushing against her ankles, before walking in further. She could feel Harry's eyes on her, burning her more than the actual sun. Once the water was at her hips, Fallon ducked underneath it with her eyes shut tight.
As she surfaced, Fallon flipped her hair - having it slap against her back as she ran her hands over the top of her hair. Her tiny bikini top clung to her breasts, making her piercings stand out even more now that her nipples had hardened.
Harry couldn't keep his eyes off of Fallon even if he tried. He watched as drops of water rolled down her tanned skin before his eyes were glued to her prominent nipples. He wondered what they would look like without the thin material covering them - what it would feel like to put his mouth on them, and let his tongue play with those little metal bars.
Shaking his head, he made his way back under the large canopy to grab a fresh beer. Knowing if he stood there and stared at the wet dream that was Fallon any longer, he would surely have to go to the bathroom to relieve himself. He bent over and grabbed a beer from the cooler, cracking the can open before taking a sip. As he went to step back out, he jumped when his body almost collided with Fallon's wet one.
"Excuse me," Fallon mumbled, walking around him, but her eyes caught sight of the bulge that was growing in his dark blue swim trunks.
Fallon smirked softly to herself - knowing just how she could play this. She approached the cooler and could feel that Harry had turned to look at her. Sighing dramatically, she bent over and made it a point to press herself completely against Harry. There was no chance of her not hearing the gasp that left his lips as he looked down, his eyes glued to her plump ass firmly against his groin.
"F-Fallon," he stammered, hands up in the air slightly - not knowing what to do.
After grabbing her beer, Fallon stayed bent over and looked at Harry over her shoulder. "Oh, sorry," she commented, standing up straight - making sure she rolled her hips to have her ass grind ever so slightly against Harry's suppressed cock. "I didn't realize you were so close."
She cracked her beer open and turned around to look up at Harry - staring into his eyes as she took large sips, some of the overflow running down her chin. Licking over her bottom lip, she dragged the pad over her thumb over her skin to collect the rest of the spilled beer, bringing it into her mouth to suck on it.
Harry could've busted in his swim trunks right then if he wasn't so aware that he was in public.
Feeling satisfied with the interaction, Fallon separated herself from him and ducked under the canopy. She sat back down on her towel and slid her sunglasses back onto her nose - her body tingling with self confidence.
❁ ❁ ❁
Two of Harry and Asher's friends, Jacob and Carly, a couple, suggested going out to the club after the beach. Molly, unfortunately, drank way too much so Asher had already said before they parted from everyone that they wouldn't be joining.
Once again, Skylar was the convincing factor for Fallon going. Kennedy, Skylar's boyfriend, would be joining them, as well as Colson. Fallon hadn't been out at all since being home, so she was excited to see what the night was going to hold. She really hoped that Harry's friend, Owen, wouldn't be coming along.
The whole interaction with him on the beach was awkward. He wasn't her type exactly, but it was the way he hadn't even actually tried to get to know her before asking her out that gave her the ick. Something about it just didn't sit right with her, so she told him she was focusing on herself - it wasn't entirely a lie.
But she knew that if a certain person asked to take her out, she would absolutely say yes.
"Oh my god, Fallon," she heard Skylar gasp as she came back into her room after using the bathroom in the hall. "That dress looks fucking amazing on you."
Fallon had slipped into her black dress while Skylar was gone, and had also put on her black heeled booties. Her hair was up in a ponytail with a few loose strands hanging down to frame her face. Biting down on her bottom lip, she looked over to Skylar.
"I haven't worn it yet - it's just been sitting in my closet. I felt like tonight was the perfect time," she said with a shrug. "Thank you for the compliment, you know how I can doubt myself sometimes.”
Regardless of how confident Fallon had grown in herself over these past six months, the cracks old Fallon had could still shine through sometimes.
"Well, definitely don't doubt this. You look sexy as fuck," Skylar continued to hype her friend up, standing behind her and looking at the two of them in the mirror as she cupped the sides of Fallon's arms. "You know who's gonna be drooling over you even more now, right?"
Fallon rolled her eyes and giggled, moving to her dresser to pull on a pair of hoop earrings and a necklace. "That's if he's even coming.”
"Oh, you were clear in saying that we were going before we left the beach," Skylar said as she plopped herself down onto the end of Fallon's bed. "He will definitely be there."
Although Fallon still didn't believe Skylar, she decided not to argue.
They eventually made their way into an Uber - Kennedy and Colson letting them know that they'd just meet them there. Once they reached the club, Skylar and Fallon slipped out of the car and Fallon could hear Slylar laughing behind her when she turned around to shut the car door.
"What?" Fallon inquired before turning back around and stopping.
Harry was standing outside of the club, showing the bouncer his ID as he waited to be let in. He glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Fallon, both of them running their eyes over each other.
Once again, Fallon was stealing Harry's breath as he saw her in that short and tight black dress. The sun had kissed her just right during their day at the beach - giving her a glow that contrasted her dark clothing.
"Told you he'd be here," Skylar teased into Fallon's ear, taking her hand and dragging the two of them towards the bouncer.
Harry remained at the door, holding it open while Fallon and Skylar flashed their IDs. Once they were given the okay, they began to head inside, Skylar thanking Harry as she walked past. Fallon trailed behind just a bit, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she pushed her chest against Harry's. She brushed her body past him as his green eyes held her brown ones.
The tips of Harry's fingers twitched - wanting nothing more than to reach out and grasp her hips, keeping her body pressed against his.
"Thank you," Fallon said softly, as she slipped past. Her own heart started pounding when she saw the way his lips parted, and he ran his tongue over his top lip.
"No problem," he responded, shutting the door behind them once they were completely inside.
Skylar glanced over her shoulder when she no longer felt Fallon's presence, but let out a giggle when she saw Harry practically guarding her with his life. She could see his eyes darting around - already trying to ward off any men looking at her in an inappropriate way.
Fallon's face lit up as she saw Kennedy and Colson were already at the bar, having not seen either of them since she returned home.
"Col baby!" Fallon squealed as she raced over to Colson, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Colson's arms wrapped around her waist, and he lifted her off the ground - swinging her from side to side.
Harry felt that feeling from earlier starting to grow again, and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried. He didn't know Colson at all really, only having met him at Fallon's birthday a couple years ago.
Colson placed Fallon back on the ground to allow her to give Kennedy a hug as well while Harry walked up behind their small group.
"Hey man, good to see you again," Colson said, holding his hand out to Harry. "I don't know if you remember me or not, but I'm Colson."
"No, I remember you," Harry said with a nod, slipping his hand into Colson's for a shake. "Harry."
"Oh trust me, I remember your name," Colson said with a chuckle. "Fallon talks about you all the time. Not so much these past few years since she hasn't lived here, but yeah."
Harry felt a sense of pride rise in him at the fact Colson remembered who he was just based off of Fallon speaking about him. He looked over at the girl that had been taking up residence in his mind these past few weeks - his heart swelling as he saw her tilt her head back with a laugh as Skylar tried to shove a shot down her throat.
As the night went on, Harry hung out with his and Asher's friend that ended up showing up a little after he did. He was on his third beer, and had already had a couple shots of tequila. He was in conversations with others, sure, but his eyes were glued to Fallon as she moved across the dance floor - can of beer in hand.
Her and Colson had been dancing a lot, not in any way that seemed anything other than friendly, but it still bothered Harry nonetheless.
He wished that he could grow the balls to just walk out on that dance floor and grab her. The way her ass felt pressed against him earlier hadn't left his mind, and his thoughts began to run wild. The image of her on all fours on the bed with her ass in the air had flashed by, and he felt so dirty for even thinking it in the first place without knowing exactly what was going on between them.
The song changed to one of a slower tempo and Harry immediately recognized it as one by Selena Gomez. Colson whispered something in Fallon's ear, causing her to nod at him, before he walked back over to the bar. She was now alone on the dance floor, Skylar and Kennedy having slipped away to use the restroom and to have a smoke break outside.
Harry watched as Fallon's body began to sway sensually to the music, her eyes slipping shut while she rolled her head back on her shoulders. Her free hand ran over her chest, venturing down to her stomach and resting on her thigh. When she opened her eyes, they immediately found Harry's as the lyrics began to start.
"I'm on my 14 carats. I'm 14 carat. Doing it up like Midas. Now you say I got a touch - so good, so good. Make you never wanna leave - so don't, so don't."
Fallon's full lips mouthed the words - not daring to let her eyes leave the tall man just across the bar from her. She could tell he was just as set on looking at her, causing her to be even more spurred on to continue this little game.
"Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight. Do my hair up real, real nice. And syncopate my skin to your heart beating."
Harry could tell she was moving in a way that was an invitation, just like her birthday a couple of years ago. She wanted him to come out there - to join her. Every part of his body itched to just push his hesitancy to the side and give in, but he couldn't.
"'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh. I just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh. Let me show you how proud I am to be yours - leave this dress a mess on the floor. Still look good for you, good for you, oh-oh."
Fallon rolled her body while her confidence grew, knowing that Harry hadn't taken his eyes off of her once. She was open, and ready for him to approach her - her eyes were begging for it. To be completely honest, she was starting to grow frustrated with his lack of reciprocation. What more did she need to do to show him that she was interested?
"I'm on my marquise diamonds. I'm a marquise diamond. Could even make that Tiffany jealous. You say I give it to you hard - so bad, so bad. Make you never wanna leave - I won't, I won't."
As the second verse began to fade back into the chorus, Harry watched as a guy approached Fallon. Her eyes stayed on Harry over his shoulder as he spoke to her, and eventually he slotted himself behind her. His hands grabbed at her hips as she swayed them, leaning back into his chest.
"Gonna wear that dress you like, skin-tight. Do my hair up real, real nice. And syncopate my skin to your heart beating."
Fallon lifted her arm to wrap her hand around the back of the stranger's neck, his hands sliding down to rest on the tops of her thighs while he buried his face into her neck. She could see the way Harry's eyes flipped from lust to rage, and she couldn't help the crooked smile that found its way to her lips.
"'Cause I just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh. I just wanna look good for you, good for you, oh-oh. Let me show you how proud I am to be yours - leave this dress a mess on the floor. Still look good for you, good for you, oh-oh."
Harry felt like his mind was starting to fry with the anger that was growing inside of him. Seeing her dancing like that, against someone that wasn't him, had him trembling. The way she kept her eyes strictly on him wasn't helping, and even though it did give him a bit of arrogance, he wished he was the one with his hands gripping to her thighs.
It felt like a kick to the gut when Fallon finally shut her eyes and curled her body more into the mystery man behind her. Harry shook his head and turned around to face the bartender, lifting his hand to signal that he needed another shot. The shot of tequila was delivered swiftly, and he quickly downed it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Skylar press herself up against the bar beside him. She was studying him with her head tilted to the side, and when Harry looked over she sent him a small smile.
"You're jealous, huh?" Skylar asked as she grabbed her fresh drink off the bar, pinching the straw between her thumb and index finger as she took a sip.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her and laughed. "Jealous? Of what or whom? How did you come to this conclusion?"
"Oh, Harry," Skylar sighed with a shake of her head. "It's obvious, my dear. But, I could also slap you across the back of the head for just standing here while she was clearly trying to draw you in."
A bit shocked at Skylar's words, Harry turned to lean his hip against the bar, one arm still resting on top of the surface while the other brought his beer to his lips. "Who? Fallon?"
"Yeah, you fucking dipshit, Fallon," Skylar huffed. "Jesus - you're both just as bad as the other. Do you not understand that she wanted you to be the one behind her like that right now, not some stranger?"
Harry swallowed harshly at Skylar's words, knowing she was right. He opened his mouth to speak, but Skylar continued.
"God, Harry," Skylar continued, looking up at the ceiling as she contemplated what to say next. "She would absolutely fucking kill me if I was telling you this, but the two of you are making this painful."
Not daring to interrupt, Harry just kept staring at Skylar who's eyes were now closed. She let out a loud sigh before opening her eyes once again to look at him.
"Fallon likes you, dude," she put it plainly, not cutting any corners. "And I know you like her too. So, man up or you're going to lose your chance."
Skylar grabbed her beer off the bar and walked over to join Kennedy and Colson - leaving Harry standing there in a state that could only be explained as shock.
Actually hearing that Fallon liked him had his head reeling, and he couldn't process a proper thought if he tried. He knew there was something there from the teasing touches, the lustful glances and the playful banter - he never suspected for her to actually like him though.
He turned his attention back to the dance floor to see Fallon speaking into the stranger's ear. The man gave her a soft nod, his hand on her lower back before she pulled away from him and headed towards the back hallway where the bathrooms were.
Harry quickly finished up the rest of the beer he had, setting his empty bottle on the bar, before following behind her. She was a good way ahead of him, but he knew he'd catch up to her in no time. Once he rounded the corner, he saw her leaned up against the wall, her left leg curled up with the bottom of her shoe pressed against the surface as she scrolled through her phone.
Swallowing down every bit of anxiety that swirled in his chest, Harry walked with a purpose as he approached Fallon. She let out a yelp of surprise - almost dropping her phone as she looked up to see Harry standing in front of her.
Her lips parted as she slipped her phone back into the pocket of her dress, pressing her palms against the wall behind her.
Harry soon mimicked her hands as he closed all space between the two of them, his own palms splayed against the wall on either side of her head as he slipped his knee between her legs. Fallon fought back a gasp at the sensation - their eyes never straying from each other.
"Are you having fun, Fallon?" Harry's voice dripped with sarcasm, and a bit of taunting, as he lowered his face even closer to hers. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"
Fallon tried to find it in herself to speak, she really did, but the newfound closeness between her and Harry had her completely lost.
"Cat got your tongue, love?" He asked, brushing the tip of his nose across her cheekbone - causing Fallon to close her eyes. "Strange to find you speechless these days."
Fallon's fingers curled against the wall, slipping themselves underneath her palms as she sucked in a deep breath at the feeling of Harry's knee moving up higher. It brushed against her inner thigh, goosebumps erupting all over her skin.
"How did he feel, hm?" Harry continued, pressing his cheek firmly against hers as he spoke directly in her ear. "Do you think he's going to be the one to be able to satisfy you? To give you what you've been searching for so desperately these past few months - maybe even years?"
The throbbing between Fallon's legs was almost immediate, and her head felt dizzy at his words. This was the closest they had been, truly, and the skin of his cheek against hers was causing her whole body to ignite with a heat she had never felt.
"Tell me, Fal," Harry crooned, and she had to keep herself from moaning out already. "Who would you rather quench that thirst? Him or me?"
It was as if Fallon's mind turned to complete mush - pressing her chest up and harder against Harry's. She could feel the coolness of his cross pendant hanging from his necklace against her chest, and for some reason that made her realize their closeness even more.
"Do you think I'd be better?" Harry questioned as he moved one hand from the wall to drop against one of Fallon's tanned thighs. "Do you think I could scratch that itch that's been bothering you for so long?"
His fingertips trailed up her skin, and this time she did gasp out as she felt them smooth over the seam of her thong - between her pelvis and her leg. Biting down on his lower lip, Harry lifted his head and held Fallon's eyes as he pressed the tips of his fingers against her swollen clit through the thin material of her underwear. Fallon's jaw went slack as he moved his digits in a slow circle, dragging this out as painfully as possible.
The door to the bathroom that Fallon had been waiting for opened up, and Harry dropped his hand from her. Quickly, he pressed a kiss underneath her ear before using his other hand against the wall to push himself up completely, staring down at her.
"Seems it's your turn," Harry teased while running his tongue along the inside of his cheek.
He allowed his eyes to wander over Fallon's body one more time, shaking his head, before turning around and heading down the hallway, back towards the bar.
Fallon whimpered at his retreating form before rushing into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and locked it, settling on the toilet. Once she did her business, she stood up and walked over to the sink, quickly washing her hands.
Once finished, she slipped her clean hand into her underwear, and swirled her dripping entrance with her fingertips. She moved them up to her clit that was aching, aching for him, and massaged them there - her other hand gripping to the edge of the porcelain sink in front of her as her chin met her chest.
It didn't take long for Fallon to reach her orgasm when she had Harry's lustful gaze stuck at the forefront of her mind.
She cleaned herself up and then washed her hands one more time before heading out of the bathroom - walking back towards the bar. She could only hope that the flush in her cheeks had died down so no one suspected anything.
Fallon's arm was against Skylar's as she grabbed the bartender's attention for another beer and two tequila shots.
"You okay?" Skylar asked, eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her friend. "You took a while."
"Yeah, there was a bit of a line," Fallon lied while the bartender placed her beer and the two shot glasses down. She picked hers up and passed the extra to Skylar. "Now come on, I wanna get more than a buzz going."
Harry walked past the two women and approached the bar himself on the other side of Skylar to grab another beer. Fallon tried not to look at him, she really did, but her eyes had other ideas.
Once again, his moss colored eyes met hers as she downed her shot, licking at the corner of her lips as she put the glass back down.
"There you are," the mystery man from earlier crept behind Fallon and circled his arms around her waist. "Was thinking you had dipped out on me."
Fallon cringed slightly when he nuzzled his face into her neck, the flirtatious attitude she once had towards this man now gone after what she had just experienced with Harry.
"Sorry, I'm not really interested like that," Fallon commented, pushing his arms away from around her waist.
The man stood up straight and scoffed with a shake of his head. "Your loss, baby."
Fallon rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her beer before looking back over to Skylar.
"C'mon, Sky, let's go dance again."
❁ ❁ ❁
Fallon and Harry hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks, but here they were, seated on the couch at Harry's home with Asher between them as they watched a movie. She was dressed casually, in a pair of leggings and a large jumper that swallowed most of her frame - the sleeves hanging to cover the palms of her hands so she could curl her fingers around the cuffs. Fuzzy socks were on her feet, and her hair was on the top of her head in a messy bun. Her knees were pulled to her chest as her eyes glued to the screen.
Harry sat in a pair of light blue washed jeans and a Kendrick Lamar 'DAMN.' hoodie - one of his ankles resting on the top of the opposite knee with his arms spread over the back of the couch.
It was a shock to Harry when he opened the door to his house to see Fallon slightly hiding behind Asher. She sent him a soft smile as they made their way inside, and both of them tried their best to act as normal as possible so Asher didn't call them out for being weird.
Harry and Fallon had texted here and there after the night at the club, but Harry still couldn't bring himself to ask her on a date. What the hell would Asher think? What if things didn't end up working out and the whole friendship was ruined after that? What if Skylar was lying and Fallon was just trying to have a little fun? These were all the questions that ran through his mind when he deleted the lengthy text he had typed out - explaining some of his feelings to her before asking her to get dinner with him so they could talk more about all of it.
Little did Harry know that Fallon had found herself in the same situation. She had written something up in her 'Notes' app, and kept checking and reworking it. There were several times where she had gotten so close to sending it, but she chickened out.
It didn't help that all she could think about was how Harry's fingers felt pressed against her while he had her pinned up against that wall. It was pathetic, really. He had hardly even touched her, and there she was - writhing in her bed with a mess between her thighs as she fought to think of anything but him.
When Asher had invited Fallon to tag along with him tonight, she almost said 'no'. Yes, she and Harry had been texting, but their conversations were far from having any true depth. It started with him asking if she had gotten home from the club okay - seeing as Harry was the one who waited with her for her Uber to arrive. From there they had just been casually texting. It seemed the jealousy that both of them had displayed had dissipated, and they were back to their friendly selves.
That didn't help the nervousness that Fallon had felt coming here tonight, though. There was a tension in the air, and it was only made to be more awkward since her brother, Harry's best friend, was sitting between the two of them.
A few times tonight Harry and Fallon's hands had brushed against each other when they would go to reach into the popcorn bowl that sat on Asher's lap. Each time neither of them had been looking - focused on the movie playing on the TV. It was the most simple thing, really, but it still caused a soft pink tint to cover Harry's cheeks when Fallon's eyes would catch his after it happened.
The credits of the movie began to play and Asher let out a heavy sigh, reaching forward to place the practically empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. "Alright, I'm gonna go ahead and head out," he said, standing up - stretching his arms above his head. "Molly wants to get up early and go on a run. Do you want me to go ahead and take you home, button?"
Fallon looked up at her brother before quickly flashing her eyes over to Harry. She cleared her throat and looked back to Asher, opening her mouth to speak, but Harry started speaking instead.
"I can always take you home if you wanna keep hanging out," Harry said with a shrug - trying to play it casual, but he was freaking out a bit on the inside. "No pressure or anything."
A knot formed in Fallon's stomach as she realized this would be the first time that she and Harry were actually alone. Ever.
"Yeah, sure," Fallon agreed with a nod before looking up at Asher. "I'll see you in a couple days, bubs? Dad said you were going to come over to help clean out the shed?"
"I should be over there on Wednesday," Asher responded as Fallon stood to give him a hug.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, and gave her a tight squeeze before Harry stood from the couch as well. They shared a hug of their own as Fallon watched - tugging the sleeves of her jumper further over her hands.
It surprised Harry and Fallon both that Asher wasn't more skeptical about leaving the two do them by themselves, but they had never really given him a reason to question if there was an ulterior motive for Harry asking her to stay.
Fallon's back was to the door as Asher exited, and once she heard the click to signal he was fully gone, Harry moved forward. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she thought he was approaching her - only to have blush cover her skin when she realized he was moving around her to lock the door up.
Harry smirked to himself just a bit when he saw Fallon's reaction to him getting closer to her. He knew that she probably hoped he'd missed it, but he hadn't.
"So, uh," Harry spoke, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Do you want to watch another movie or something?"
Fallon managed to muster up all the self confidence she had been building over the past few months so that she could get rid of the nerves she had. She didn't want to come off as uncomfortable or nervous.
Her mind kept telling her 'it's just Harry' which caused her to have an inner dilemma. That was the problem...it's Harry.
"We can, or we can just hang out and talk," Fallon shrugged.
Harry's eyes did very little to hide the fact that he was kind of freaking out, and it made Fallon feel like she had the upper hand in the situation - unlike that night at the club when he made her body feel like complete jello.
Walking forward, she smoothed her palms over his shoulders before resting her hands there and giving them a small squeeze.
"Harry, you look like I've asked you to whip your dick out," she joked, hoping to relieve some of the tension in the room. "There's no reason for either of us to be nervous. We've known each other for a little over eleven years now? It's just me and you. Fallon and Harry.”
Fallon's hands burned through the material of Harry's hoodie, as well as the shirt underneath it, while she spoke. He tried to focus on what she was saying, but her eyes were glued to her plush lips moving as she spoke. Thankfully, he was able to get it together towards the last part of her little speech - taking in what she said.
"Y-yeah, you're right," he stammered, letting out a small chuckle. "Just Fallon and Harry."
Dropping her hands from his frame, Fallon hummed to herself as she walked into the kitchen, pressing herself onto her tiptoes to snag the bottle of tequila that Harry had on top of the fridge.
"How about we take some shots, sit on the couch, and just loosen up?" Fallon asked as she grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet before heading back over to the couch.
She set everything she had selected down on the coffee table, letting her body go practically limp as she fell back onto the couch.
Harry watched as her brown eyes looked up at him under her long eyelashes and she patted the spot next to her. "Aren't you going to join me?"
His eyes wandered over her body as she sat there, one leg lazily crossed over the other - slightly sunken down on the couch to where her torso was a little scrunched up. Her head was tilted to the side, and he could see her tongue run along the inside of her bottom lip while she waited for him.
Running his now clammy hands over his thighs, Harry sat down on the couch beside her and reached forward, quickly pouring each of them a shot of tequila. He held hers out for her and she sat up straighter as she took it from him.
"What are we cheersing to?" Fallon questioned, knocking her knee against Harry's.
"To us, I think," Harry said, pursing his lips slightly. "We've never hung out just the two of us like this before. I'd say that's something to cheers to."
Fallon smiled and tapped her shot glass against Harry's. "To us."
They made quick work of taking their shots, Fallon only wincing slightly as she reached for her half empty beer that was in arms reach. She washed the liquor taste down with a shake of her head - her face contorted. The first shot was always the hardest.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the cute expression that had washed over Fallon's face, even though she appeared to be in complete disgust. He grabbed the remote for the TV and put on his Spotify playlist to provide them with some background noise.
"So, what should we talk about?" Harry spoke up, grabbing his own beer to take a long sip of it.
"How about we play a game? That could be fun," Fallon suggested as she tucked her legs up against her chest again, like she had them while they were watching the movie. "Oh! Would You Rather is always fun."
Grabbing her phone from the small end table on the end of the couch, she immediately googled 'Would You Rather' questions, smirking to herself when she made sure to put the world 'dirty' in front the phrase.
"Should I look some up too then?"
Fallon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but make sure you search dirty questions."
Harry cocked a brow at Fallon as he began a search of his own after retrieving his phone from his hoodie pocket. "So we're making it dirty, eh?"
"Unless you're too chickenshit, Styles," Fallon teased as she found a website that looked like it had a lot of good questions.
"You've been around me enough when we've played games like this before," Harry started. "How many times did I refuse to do a dare when we'd play Truth or Dare, huh? Oh yeah, none. I always did them."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Fallon waved him off with her hand. "Whatever helps compensate for your small dick size. You start."
Harry couldn't stop himself when he reached out and cradled Fallon's jaw in his palm - bringing his face close to hers. The tips of their noses were just shy of touching. She gasped in surprise, and her eyes widened as she stared at him.
"I'd watch what you say, Fal," Harry said, his tone gentle, but still stern. "Or else I may have to just prove to you that you're wrong."
Fallon swallowed harshly at his words before feeling him release her face. She quickly reached out to pour herself another shot of tequila, swigging it down - not even needing to chase it with beer this time.
"Hey! You're drinking my tequila and you're not going to pour me a shot?" Harry asked, wanting to get back at her a little bit.
He knew Fallon had a better way of teasing him than he could ever tease her, but every now and then he felt that spark within himself to try.
Rolling her eyes, Fallon poured him a shot and handed it to him.
"Just for all that, I'm going first," Fallon mumbled as she scrolled through the webpage. "Would you rather have sex while blindfolded or handcuffed?"
"Easy, handcuffed," Harry said before tipping his shot back into his mouth.
Fallon made note of the way his jaw twitched as he closed his mouth, and the image of his jaw unhinging while between her legs snapped into her mind. She cleared her throat and pressed her thighs together.
"Why handcuffed and not blindfolded?" She asked, taking another sip of her beer.
"I like seeing people when they're pleasuring me or when I'm pleasuring them. It's something that really turns me on," he answered, looking down at his phone to get his own question. "Would you rather hear dirty talk, but their voice is ridiculously annoying and makes you wanna die or have completely silent sex?”
"Definitely silent sex," Fallon laughed, resting her cheek along the tops of her knees - wrapping one arm around her shins.
"Not one for dirty talk?"
Harry got up from the couch, taking Fallon's empty beer can from her with his in his other hand. He tossed them in the recycling before getting two new ones.
"Oh no, I'm all for some dirty talk," Fallon said without any hesitation. "But I have this thing about the tone of people's voices, so I would immediately be so turned off if their voice was annoying."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at her answer as he sat back down on the couch and handed her a fresh beer. "Touché."
Fallon poked the tip of her tongue into the inside of her cheek as she searched for her next question. She snorted as she stumbled across one, dropping her phone to clamp her hand over her mouth while tilting her head back.
"What?" Harry asked, giggling along with her when he could see just how tickled she had gotten. "What did you read?"
Her laughter died down just enough for her to speak again as she lifted her phone once more. "This one says, would you rather have one nipple or three nipples? But that one's already decided for you because you have four."
"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, feigning offense as he reached out to pinch her side, causing Fallon to yelp - throwing her into another fit of laughter.
Harry took the time to admire the way her nostrils slightly flared as she laughed, her throat pulsating as it continued to bellow out of her. Her laughter was like a warm blanket, and he found himself just wanting to snuggle further into it.
"Oh fuck, that was good," Fallon sighed as she was finally through with her giggles. She grabbed her phone and shook her head. "Okay, this question is the real one. Would you rather only be able to have sex in the shower or on a table?"
Harry lifted his hand to tap his fingertip to his lips playfully as he thought. "On a table," he answered with a nod. "Shower sex is fun, but it's not the most easy or practical."
"Agreed."
"Would you rather be on top or receive from behind?"
Fallon raised her eyebrows, a bit shocked that Harry had moved to an even deeper question so quickly - as far as sexual preferences were concerned. She sighed as she thought about it, tilting her head from side to side while opening her new beer. "That can truly depend, and by that, I mean it depends on what you're working with," she explained, taking a break to sip from her can. "If you have a guy who's a little smaller in length - being on top for a woman can make them feel bigger than they actually are. Not to mention, it's a lot easier for women to move their hips around if they're on top so that their g spot is being stimulated."
Harry was the one who raised his eyebrows now as Fallon continued to speak. He was intrigued that she was explaining this in such depth to him, and he was shocked that she felt comfortable enough to do so. "However, if you're with a guy who is larger, then from behind is absolutely amazing. I've only ever been with one guy who was actually good in that position - sucked that he was such an asshole though. Ordered an Uber for me on his phone before he had even pulled out of me, and then made me leave his apartment and stand outside by myself while I waited for it to get there.”
"Shit, are you fucking serious?" Harry asked with a shake of his head.
"Mhmm," Fallon hummed while taking a sip of her beer. "Ended up blocking my number too once he saw I had gotten in the Uber. For the longest time I thought there was something wrong with me, but the more I thought about it, the more I think he was actually married. Looking back, a lot of shit in his apartment pointed to him not living alone, but I was just so caught up in the moment that they didn't fully hit me then."
"Still, that's one of the worst after sex stories I've ever heard," Harry commented. "No one deserves that - especially you."
They held each other's eyes for a moment before Fallon grabbed her phone and found her next question. "Would you rather have late night sex or morning sex?"
"Ah see," Harry said, lifting his hand to snap his fingers. "This is where it can depend for me. Late night sex is a lot of fun, and it's usually built around tension that's been growing throughout the night. Most of the time, those are the really crazy, hard sex sessions, you know? But morning sex..."
Harry trailed off for a minute, taking a large sip of beer, before letting out a deep sigh. "Morning sex is a lot more intimate. Most of the time the girl is so soft, and still so sleepy - they're still just as eager to have it as you though. And sometimes it's just lazy, and kind of sloppy, but it's still so fucking good."
Fallon's eyes fluttered as she listened to Harry speak. She had never heard a male talk about sex in such a genuine way before. She knew that he meant every word he was saying by the slight glint in his eye - causing her heart to swell a bit.
"Wow, that...you're really good at describing that," Fallon complimented him and Harry looked over, sending her a shy smile.
"Thanks."
Licking over his lips, Harry looked down at his phone. "Would you rather pleasure yourself with a toy and have someone watch you or would you rather have someone pleasure you with the toy instead?"
Fallon's throat went dry at his question - one of her biggest fantasies being someone watching her while she pleasured herself. She didn't know why it turned her on so much when she thought about it, but she had brought it up to her ex boyfriend who made fun of her for it. Ever since then, she had shoved the fantasy down.
Harry noticed the way that Fallon's body language changed, her legs tensing together, and he could hear that her breathing had gotten heavier. A crooked grin found Harry's face as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Brought up something you've thought about before, have I?"
It took a while for Fallon to decide whether or not she wanted to tell Harry about said fantasy, but he hadn't judged her yet, and she knew he wasn't the judging type to begin with.
"Yes, you have," she told him, not daring to break their eye contact.
"And which part of the question was it, Fallon?"
Instead of answering him, Fallon quickly set her beer down on the coffee table, reaching out to do the same with his before she straddled his waist. Harry didn't hold back as his hands grasped at her hips through the soft material of her leggings.
"Why tell you..." Fallon began, crossing her arms over her stomach to grab the hem of her jumper - pulling it over head to reveal her thin white tank top underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she knew Harry could see her hard nipples with her piercings immediately through the material. "When I can just show you?"
Harry wasn't able to wait any longer. He moved his hands from her hips to cup her cheeks, bringing her face down to crash her lips against his.
Fallon rested her hands against the sides of Harry's neck, the pads of her thumbs pressing against his jawline. She slowly rolled her hips down onto him - coaxing a soft moan to leave Harry, vibrating against her lips.
"You too," she mumbled into the kiss, hands tugging at this hoodie. "Off. If you have a shirt on, take that off too."
There was no need for Fallon to repeat herself, Harry's hands were already gripping to the bottom of his hoodie, making sure to take hold of his shirt as well. He separated his lips from hers to quickly pull it over his head, and threw the articles of clothing down on the couch next to them.
Fallon had seen Harry shirtless a countless number of times, but the fact that he was underneath her like this now was clouding up her mind. She reached her hands out to glide them over his biceps and then over his shoulders. Her fingertips delicately danced their way down over the ink that adorned his skin - bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
"So how do you wanna do this, Fal? The ball is in your court," Harry panted, already so worked up just from having Fallon in his lap. "Use me."
It surprised Fallon when Harry said those words. She figured he liked to be the dominant one in the bedroom, and while that was normally true, Harry could see that fire inside Fallon that needed to be tended to. She had never had the opportunity to explore that side of herself, and Harry knew she would be able to pull it off effortlessly.
"I'm only going to ask this once," Fallon stated with a firm voice. "You're sure about that? Because this need has been pent up inside me for a long time."
"I'm absolutely sure - we can have a safe word, just in case," Harry assured her with a nod. "How about we use tequila?"
Fallon smiled softly. "Okay - tequila."
Leaning down, she connected her lips with Harry's again, feeling his large hands against her back. They moved their lips together fluidly, and Harry felt like he couldn't get enough. He was tingling all over, and he wondered if Fallon felt the same.
Fallon felt like she was on cloud fucking nine, and they were just getting started. Kissing Harry was better than she could've ever imagined, and now she knew it was going to be hard for her to ever stop.
"Now," Fallon breathed as she pulled away from his lips. She pushed her hands against his shoulders so she could stand, taking a few steps back to give him room. "I want you to crawl to the bedroom on all fours."
Harry's eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head at her request. He had been slightly dominated before in the past, but it didn't end up going that well. The girl he was with was unsure of herself - which caused him to be pulled out of the moment constantly. Fallon was already showing that she was confident, and would be able to keep the act up. That alone had Harry wanting to obey her every command.
Swallowing hard, Harry slowly lowered himself from the couch and onto the ground - palms pressed firmly against the hardwood floor.
Fallon felt a wave of arousal creep into her underwear, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself from making any noise. Seeing him like this was doing things to her. She knew the minute they were in that bedroom that she would need to take care of the pulse that had found its way between her legs.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Fallon asked, moving to stand right behind Harry. "Crawl."
Harry sucked in a deep breath and Fallon watched as his rib cage expanded while doing so. Deciding not to waste anymore time, he began crawling towards his bedroom - his cock already aching inside of his jeans. He could hear Fallon's footsteps behind him, and he stopped for a moment, peering over his shoulder at her.
"Did I say you could stop, kitten?" Fallon scolded, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth. "Keep going."
Harry felt his dick twitch at her words - nails digging into the hard surface underneath his hands. This was turning him on way more than he expected, and he was afraid that he was going to bust the minute her hands were on him.
Obeying once again, Harry continued to crawl towards his bedroom. Fallon's eyes trailed over his back muscles as he alternated his hands - watching as they became more prominent if he was using that arm primarily to hold himself up.
Stopping once they were in the middle of his room, Fallon reached down to remove her socks - bundling them together before tossing them on Harry's dresser.
"Be a good boy and go sit in that chair for me, will you?"
Harry didn't speak as he pushed himself off the ground and sat down in the chair just as Fallon had asked. He rested his hands on his thighs while she shut the bedroom door. The less sound that was able to travel from this room, the better.
"Very good," Fallon praised him as she stripped off her leggings, kicking them to the side.
Harry's eyes wandered over her toned and olive colored legs - a small black lace thong hiding what he craved to see most. Fallon felt like she was on top of the world with the way Harry was looking at her when she wasn't even naked yet. She reached down and pulled her tank top off her torso, letting it fall to the ground.
To his surprise, Harry felt himself grow even harder at the sight of Fallon's bare chest. He could feel a wet patch growing on the material of his briefs, and he didn't know if Fallon would find that shameful or appealing.
His eyes never left her as she walked to sit herself down on the end of his bed. Lifting her hand, she pulled the tie out of her hair that had been holding it in a bun - allowing it to cascade down her back.
"Do you have toys here, Harry?"
Harry nodded, licking over his bottom lip. "Yes, ma'am - in the nightstand to your right in the top drawer. Everything in there has been thoroughly cleaned.
"Being so good for me," Fallon cooed. She leaned back to open up the drawer, and her eyes quickly scanned over the different things he had to offer.
It wasn't too much, and Fallon honestly didn't expect a lot. There were a couple of butt plugs, a cockring, different kinds of lube, and then a few different vibrators. She also made note of the silk ties, rope and handcuffs. Deciding on the middle sized vibrator, she pulled it out the drawer and sat up straight again at the edge of the bed. Lube wasn't necessary. Fallon knew she was already dripping inside of her underwear.
"I'm going to pleasure myself, and you're going to watch," she explained as she slowly pulled her underwear down her thighs, keeping her eyes on Harry. "And if you continue to be good, maybe I'll let you please yourself as well. Do you understand?"
Harry nodded and then his stomach clenched as Fallon pulled her thong off completely - tossing it to him as he sat right across from her. He looked down at them as they had fallen in his lap before looking back over to her.
"You can touch them."
Grabbing the thin material off his lap, he grasped them in the palm of his hand, and he could feel just how wet they were. A groan rattled in his chest which made him realize he didn't know just how long he could watch Fallon do this without being able to touch her - or himself.
Harry just about broke his jaw as Fallon lifted her legs to her chest, her heels resting on the edge of the bed. Teasing him just the way she wanted, she slowly spread her legs apart to reveal her glistening core. Her pussy fluttered as the cold air of the room hit against it, but Fallon was quick to run her hand along the inside of her thigh to capture his attention away from it.
"Tell me, Harry, how do you feel about what you see?" Fallon asked, running the tips of her fingers down her folds to gather her arousal - throwing her head back with a soft moan. She let them play there for a while before dragging the tips of them to her clit, starting to rub herself in circles.
"You're beautiful," Harry said honestly, feeling as if all the breath had been pushed out of his body at the sight of her. The air in the room changed to one of sentiment more than lust - causing Fallon to stop her motions, and look directly into Harry's eyes as she closed her legs a bit. "So fucking gorgeous, Fallon. Thank you. Thank you for letting me see you like this."
A feeling that Fallon wasn't familiar with swirled in her stomach. She was tempted to say fuck the domination plan and just let him take her right then and there, but she knew he was enjoying this dynamic just as much she was.
"You feel safe, right?" Harry asked, breaking down the charade for just a moment. "You're not uncomfortable."
Fallon couldn't fight the smile that twitched onto her lips. "Not at all. I feel so safe."
"Okay, good," Harry cooed. "You let me know if that changes."
"I will. And you let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable, okay?"
Harry nodded and Fallon let out a soft sigh as she spread her legs open once again. Deciding to just get on with it at this point, she ran the tip of the vibrator down the inside of her knee and to her groin. As the soft silicone material hit her folds, she flipped the vibrator onto the lowest setting. She hummed as she pressed it against her clit - her hips slightly bucking up at the sensation.
"Fuck," she whined, moving the tip down to tease her entrance.
As soon as Fallon plunged the vibrator inside herself, Harry's hand clutched harder to her underwear - his other hand grasping to the denim of his jeans. He shifted his hips as Fallon let out a large moan, starting to thrust the toy in and out of her slick entrance.
This was unreal to Harry. She was unreal.
Fallon felt the tension in her lower stomach growing rapidly as she stilled the toy inside herself. She moved her other hand down to start rubbing circles against her swollen pearl once more.
"It feels so good," Fallon moaned as she flicked the vibrator up to the next setting.
The stronger vibrations had her legs beginning to tremble, and she started to move the toy once again - moving her hips back and forth to completely stimulate herself.
Feeling herself slipping into utter bliss, Fallon pulled her legs even further apart and set up a proper rhythm. Her hips were practically thrusting down against the toy now, neck arching back as mewls of pleasure left her mouth.
She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed for so long before she blinked them open to look over at Harry. His skin was flushed and she could see a sheen of sweat clinging to his hairline. Trailing her eyes down, she could see just how hard he had grown and she nodded at him.
"You can touch yourself now, Harry," she told him. "Been so good for me."
Harry quickly popped open the button on his jeans and sunk his hand holding Fallon's underwear into his briefs. He hissed out in sensitivity once his cock was in his palm, rubbing the lace material of her thong up and down his shaft.
"W-what are you doing?" Fallon asked, her eyebrows knitted together. "I want to see you."
"I think you've had all the control for long enough now, love," Harry told her, his hand working his length at an accelerated pace. "Fifty-fifty only seems fair at this point. You don't get to see my cock until I'm about to stuff you with it."
Harry's filthy mouth had Fallon clenching down around the toy and she cried out, her orgasm quickly approaching just from how turned on she had been for the past hour or so.
"Okay, o-okay, fifty-fifty," she agreed with sharp nods of her head.
They held each other's eyes as they pleasured themselves, Harry having a plan of his own once he knew Fallon was about to be completely taken over with pleasure. His eyes moved from hers to watch the toy enter and exit her - drops of precum dripping all over his briefs and his thigh.
"Are you close, Fallon?" Harry asked, giving himself a squeeze as he saw her arousal gushing around the toy.
"Y-yes, so close," she whined, her hips squirming around.
Harry quickly popped up from the chair, throwing Fallon's underwear against the ground as he made his way over to the bed. Fallon looked up at him with wide eyes - not making any indication that she was going to stop what she was doing.
"I think you've teased me long enough," Harry growled before taking hold of Fallon's wrists - pulling them so that her hands traveled away from her body.
The toy left her and Fallon whimpered, having been so close to her orgasm. "Harry, I was almost there," she said, shaking her head.
"I know you were. But you'll come when I tell you that you can. Do you understand me?"
Fallon stared at him, being completely thrown that their dynamic had changed so quickly. He brought his hand down to tap his fingers against her clit, her body jolting.
"I said - do you understand me?" Harry demanded, moving his other hand to wrap around her neck while shifting his body so he had her laid flat against his bed - hovering over her.
"Yes, I understand."
"As much as I want to tie you up, I'm not going to, but I am going to use this toy against you for as long as I want," Harry explained as he reached out - taking the toy out of Fallon's hand.
He immediately pressed it back against her entrance - swirling it around to tease her. Fallon's back arched, causing her naked chest to press against his, and he felt the cool metal of her nipples piercings on his skin.
"Looking so fucked already," Harry uttered out. "Making my head spin, Fal."
Looking down at the toy between, Harry maneuvered his body to spit down against her and just the sight of him doing that caused Fallon to moan. He pushed the toy back inside of her and she cried, gripping to his biceps. Her hips lifted with a mind of their own to meet the toy - toes curling as she chased the orgasm she was so close to just seconds before.
"How does that feel? Better than when you were doing it to yourself?"
Fallon nodded, hardly being able to answer from how dizzy she was feeling. Harry lowered his head to capture one of her nipples between his perfect lips - the unfamiliar feeling of that cold bar through her flesh stirring something up inside of him. He opened his mouth just slightly, his breath against her skin, as his tongue rolled the bar back and forth.
"Oh, Harry," she groaned, moving one hand to rest in the back of his hair. "Just like that. God, this feels amazing."
Harry lifted his head to look down at her. "Does it feel good when people play with them like that?" He asked, making sure he was still moving the vibrator around inside of her with purpose.
"I just got them about five months ago, and with my last hook up they were still healing. So you're technically the first one to try them out," she laughed, lifting herself to nip at his bottom lip. "But to answer your question, it feels so fucking good. My nipples have always been sensitive, but this just makes it even better."
"Fuck, Fallon," Harry gasped, dropping his forehead to rest against hers. "You shouldn't have told me I was the first one to play with them - giving me a big head over here."
Fallon giggled and moved so Harry's lips slotted against hers. He quickly licked over her lower lip and Fallon opened her mouth for him easily. Harry rolled his tongue against hers as he felt Fallon pressed her knees to his hips.
"Mmm, Harry," Fallon whined as she pulled her mouth away from his. "I'm about to come."
Harry pulled the toy out of her and she gasped, clutching to him as she felt her orgasm fading away once again. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, and she let out a small sob.
Concerned at first, Harry looked down at Fallon, eyes darting all over her face. She was writhing underneath him with her thighs pushed together - trying to find anything to satisfy her to completion.
"You know I'm gonna take care of you, right?" Harry asked, tossing the toy onto the ground to deal with later after turning it off.
He slipped his body down hers until he had her legs draped over his shoulders. His hands cupped over the tops of her thighs - using his thumbs to spread her open even more so he could properly look at her.
"So pink and pretty," he slurred, dipping his thumb into her entrance - that small movement causing more arousal to drip out of her. "I'm going to devour you now."
Harry didn't give her a second to think before he latched his mouth onto her. He decided he'd let her come on his tongue, but after that he needed to be inside of her. He lapped at her entrance, drinking up her arousal. Kissing his way up her folds, he suctioned his lips to her swollen clit that was just begging for attention.
Fallon knew that she wasn't going to be long now that Harry had already caused her to be edged twice. Her heels dug into his back as she reached down to cup the back of his head. Pressing her palm against him - she forced him to bury himself further into her pussy. Harry hummed against her, causing her moan to get caught in the back of her throat.
"You taste so good, baby," Harry told her, tilting his face up a bit as she looked down at him. Her eyes locked with his green ones as he smirked at her. "Fuck, I'm not going to be able to get enough of you."
Making sure she didn't miss him for too long, Harry kissed his way back down to Fallon's entrance and let his tongue enter her. He moved his thumb up to press against her clit - not even making movements, just applying pressure.
"O-oh, oh my god," Fallon all but wailed, her thighs beginning to shake against Harry's head. "Please, Harry, I need to come. I need to come so bad, please."
Harry pulled back one last time to look at Fallon and he gave her a nod. "You can come, Fallon."
Making sure he had his mouth on her in time, Harry licked at her over and over again until he felt her orgasm coating his tongue. Fallon stared at the ceiling, no noise leaving her as euphoria completely blanketed her from head to toe. She could still feel Harry against her core, but her orgasm made it feel like he was all over.
Harry kissed over her once more before crawling to hover over her. Tears were leaking out of Fallon's eyes as Harry cupped her chin with one of his hands, pressing his fingers against his cheeks to part her mouth a bit. "Open," he told her and Fallon obliged, opening her mouth even more.
Gathering a mixture of his spit and her orgasm behind his teeth, Harry puckered his lips and spit it directly onto Fallon's tongue. Her eyes fluttered shut as he moved the tips of his fingers to press underneath her chin - signaling that he wanted her to close her mouth. She did so and didn't even need to be told to swallow, she did it all on her own.
"Good fucking girl," Harry crooned in her ear, beginning to kiss over her neck. "I think it's time I give you my cock now, yeah?"
Fallon nodded lazily, the floaty feeling her orgasm gave her beginning to drift away. "Yes, please," she said, her voice slow and gentle.
"So polite," Harry complimented with a kiss before getting off the bed.
Not wanting to miss a moment, Fallon moved herself further back onto the bed and propped herself up with pillows, her eyes glued to Harry.
Feeling a bit arrogant from the way she was eying him, Harry smirked as he pulled the zipper of his jeans the rest of the way down - the button still undone from earlier. He decided to take his briefs down along with them, needing to be free of anything holding his erection down.
His painfully hard cock slapped against his stomach, and Fallon had to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of it. She knew he was big from the couple of bulges she had seen him concealing recently, but he was definitely bigger than she thought.
Harry's smirk grew larger, satisfied with the reaction he received from Fallon considering he could see her pupils dilate. He walked over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom, but was quickly stopped once Fallon reached out to grab his forearm.
"Wait a second," she instructed, moving off the bed to kneel in front of him. "Let me do this first."
Harry moaned as Fallon took him into her mouth with ease, her eyes slipping shut as she licked at his slit, and then moved down. She had one hand resting on his hip, the other working the part of his shaft that she wasn't able to fit into her mouth yet.
"Your mouth is magic," he said deliriously, reaching a hand out to bunch her hair into a makeshift ponytail. "Can't do this for too long or else I'll come. I wanna finish inside of you."
Fallon nodded and Harry groaned as it caused his tip to bob up and down at the back of her throat. She allowed him to guide her just a bit, pulling her mouth up and down his shaft, before pulling her off completely.
"Get back on the bed."
Licking over her lips, Fallon obeyed and pushed herself back onto the soft surface - laying flat as she was before as Harry ripped open the condom and rolled it down his length.
"Sure you're ready for me?" He asked as he crawled back onto the bed to hover over Fallon. "You looked a little scared there for a minute."
"Are you sure you're ready for me?" Fallon teased right back, lifting her arms to wrap them around Harry's shoulders. "I may not have a dick, but I promise I can have you crying from pleasure in a matter of minutes."
Harry chuckled and knocked his nose against hers. "I'm going to fuck you now, Fallon."
Fallon grinned up at Harry, moving so her lips were ghosting over his. "You think you're going to fuck me, Styles?" She asked and Harry pulled back a bit to blink down at her.
Clasping both of her legs against one of Harry's thighs, Fallon quickly tightened her arms around his shoulders and flipped them over. She moved with purpose to straddle his waist - one hand moving to position him at her entrance, and the other latching to his neck to slightly choke him. "Not if I fuck you first."
Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as Fallon sank herself down onto him completely in one go. She tilted her head back with a moan - her hand tightening just a bit against his throat. Fallon had never felt so full in her life. He was stretching her to absolute bliss and although it was a little painful, she welcomed it.
"Oh my god, baby," Harry whimpered as he reached out to grab at her hips - fingertips indenting into the small of her back. "Holy shit, you're so fucking tight."
Fallon clenched around him at his words, and it had Harry throwing his head even further back into the pillows.
"You feel amazing," Fallon breathed, opening her eyes to look down at Harry. His eyes were still closed and his face was so flushed now. With parted lips, she could hear him practically panting underneath her. "You're filling me up so nicely, Harry. I can't wait to show you just how much I appreciate it."
Harry's eyes opened at her words and once they found her own she began to move her hips back and forth. His pelvic bone massaged perfectly against her already sensitive clit - a shudder running up her spine from just how good she felt already.
"You look perfect on top of me," Harry said, lifting his hands to cup her tits. He tweaked at one of her piercings while his other hand massaged her other breast. "You're so sexy, Fal. I'm obsessed."
"I think I might be obsessed with you too," Fallon admitted as she moved to rest her hands against Harry's chest.
Lifting herself up, she began to bounce herself up and down on his dick. She cried out and arched back, pushing her jiggling breasts even further into Harry's palms. Her breath left her every time he would reach his deepest point - her nails sinking into his skin.
Harry ended up sliding his hands back down to Fallon's hips to assist her in moving up and down his cock. The sound of her wetness surrounded them, and Harry knew he wasn't going to last all that long now that he was inside of her. He hoped he didn't embarrass himself by coming too soon. That's the last thing he would fucking need now that he had her the way he had been craving her.
Fallon clenched around him when she felt a crazy pressure against her clit and Harry groaned, clutching her hips harder. "I've gotta be honest," he spoke up. "I won't be lasting long. The way you look and the way you feel has me ready to lose it right now."
All Fallon could do was hum in response to him. She had been giving it to him hard at first, but with the edging and the orgasm combined, she was starting to slow down.
Harry picked up on this quickly and stilled Fallon with his hands. "You're getting a little tired, love," he said, smoothing his hands up and down her thighs. "Let's switch, okay?"
Fallon gave a tired nod and slowly lifted herself off of him. Harry was silently grateful for the break, knowing that if he stayed out of her for a little while, he may be able to last just a bit longer.
"Can you get on your stomach and get on all fours?" Harry asked as he wrapped his arms around Fallon's waist to pull her down in the bed next to him.
"Mhmm, yeah," Fallon said with a lazy nod. "I'm already feeling better being down here like this."
Harry smiled and leaned to press a kiss to her top lip, and then her bottom lip before connecting their lips fully. Fallon curled into his side, rubbing the arch of her foot up and down one of his calves as he let her recuperate a little bit more.
"You ready, baby?" Harry mumbled against her lips and Fallon nodded.
Unraveling herself from him, Fallon pushed herself onto her elbows and arched her back a bit. Harry shuffled onto his knees, letting his eyes wander over her as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "God, you're...you may have me a little ruined after this."
Fallon giggled and buried her face into the crease of her arm. She lifted her head again after a moment and Harry was still staring at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Don't worry, Harry, you've already got me ruined," she told him honestly. "Ruined for everybody else."
Harry quickly positioned himself behind her, stroking himself a couple of times to get himself fully hard again. "Gonna start now, okay?" He asked and Fallon nodded - clutching the comforter of his bed in her hands once she felt his tip at her entrance.
This time Harry made sure he entered her slowly, wanting to feel every flutter and pulse of her walls as he pushed himself inside. He was biting down so hard on his bottom lip that he was surprised he wasn't drawing blood. She felt absolutely amazing - the wet dream he had seen back on the beach come to life.
"Oh, fuck," Fallon cried as she buried her face in one of his pillows once he was fully seated inside.
Just as she had said before during their game of Would You Rather, this position felt magnificent considering how equipped Harry was. He was nudged so perfectly against her sweet spot - not even having to change anything while in this angle to find it.
"So good, so fucking good," Harry muttered as he leaned down to press a kiss to the middle of her back.
Fallon managed to arch even further as Harry drew his hips back, giving his first signs of movement since being inside. She was fully sinking into her elbows which increased just how pleasured she was already feeling.
"I-I can't," Fallon choked out, shaking her head.
She couldn't believe just how overwhelmed with pleasure her body was already when he hadn't done hardly anything yet.
Harry was giving himself a pat on the back for this one. When Fallon made the comment about the one single guy that was able to give her good sex from behind being an asshole, he wanted to be the one to take that place, and then treat her right afterwards.
Pushing back into her again for the second time, Fallon quivered underneath him. She couldn't even think of words to form at this point, but she knew she was still making noises to show just how much she was enjoying this.
"Can't wait to have you coming all over my cock," Harry grunted out as he began to snap his hips in and out of her over and over again, watching as her ass jiggled every time he'd collide right up against her.
Reaching out one of his hands, the other still gripping to one of her hips, Harry wound Fallon's hair around his wrist. Grasping the hair in his palm, he pulled backwards which had Fallon lifting off her elbows, her hands now holding her steady against the bed.
"This okay?" He asked breathlessly as the heat in his abdomen grew larger and larger.
Instead of speaking her answer, Harry felt Fallon completely clench down against his prick, her second orgasm covering him. "Jesus fuck," Harry hissed, throwing his head back with his eyes closed.
He tugged on her hair a bit more to have her completely hovering over the bed, her small hands reaching out to grasp the headboard so she had some kind of leverage.
Fallon hadn't even been able to warn him of her approaching orgasm. He was making her feel so good, so fast, and she was already sensitive.
Harry's chest began to heave up and down as he opened his eyes to look down at Fallon once more. "I'm about to come, baby," he announced.
Fallon gave him a nod before clenching down around him once again. That had Harry slipping completely over the edge and he dropped Fallon's hair, wrapping his arms around her torso to pull her back flush against his chest as he emptied himself into the condom. Fallon could feel him pulsing inside of her and she lowered her hands to grasp his thighs. It felt so erotic to feel him like this as he buried his face into the side of her neck.
Both completely exhausted, they turned and laid down on the bed with Harry still tucked inside of her. Fallon's fingertips drifted up and down Harry's arms to soothe him as he puckered his lips to her bare shoulder.
"You okay?" He asked, nudging her jawline with his nose.
Fallon nodded. "I'm so okay, Harry," she responded with a laugh. "That was fucking amazing."
"You're amazing," he told her, pressing another kiss to her shoulder as he began to pull out.
Fallon's body shuddered slightly, already hating the feeling of being empty of him.
Harry moved around his room to dispose of the condom, and he didn't even ask before scooping Fallon up into his arms to carry her into his en suite.
They cleaned themselves up, Harry changing the sheets while Fallon finished up. She walked out of the bathroom still naked as Harry just finished putting his backup sheets on the bed - jogger sweatpants hanging on his hips.
"I-I can just get an Uber if you don't feel like taking me home. I don't mind," she told him as she began gathering her clothes from the floor.
Harry's eyebrows narrowed. "You're leaving?"
"I mean...yeah," she said, blush tinting her cheeks. "You don't have to act like you want me to stay."
"Fallon," Harry said, quickly rounding the bed as she pulled her tank top over her head. "I'm not acting like I want you to stay. I do want you to stay."
Her lips parted in surprise before Harry took her face into his hands. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers, thumbs running over her cheeks. He pulled away and pressed another quick kiss to her forehead. "But only if you want to stay. If you want to go home, I'll understand."
Fallon shook her head quickly. "No, I'd like to stay."
A large smile covered Harry's face, and he nodded. "Okay."
He shuffled over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of his boxers for her to sleep in since her underwear was thrown in the wash with his sheets. Fallon thanked him as she pulled them over her legs and she immediately walked over to the bed, slipping underneath the covers.
Harry flipped off the light and crawled in beside her. He wasn't sure if she wanted to cuddle so he gave her space, but Fallon quickly nudged herself into his chest - tangling her legs with his.
"So...what do we tell Asher?" She asked, running her hand up and down his side.
"Do you want to tell him immediately?" Harry asked, planting a kiss to the top of her head.
Fallon was silent for a moment as she thought. "What if we just see where this goes first, and by the end of the summer if this is something we're sure we really want, then we'll tell him."
"I'm pretty sure I know what I want," Harry confessed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "But I think we should wait to tell him."
"I'm pretty sure I know what I want too."
Harry wrapped his arms tight around Fallon, keeping her pressed against his chest as the two of them drifted off to sleep.
I hope Kate Middleton is photoshopping those pictures herself. I hope she had a fight with the royal family and they are all outside her door, begging to just please, let us take one normal picture of you, they all think we murdered you! Kate! Kate!
And then she puts another, even shittier, photomanipulated pic on twitter.
Don't you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?
Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him?
Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl)
A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day.
Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know.
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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview.
The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same.
The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.
Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.
It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you.
So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing.
You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie.
Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked.
What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities.
“Hey sweetheart, am I late?”
When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.
“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.”
He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face.
“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.”
Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged.
‘It's nothing, just a dress.”
“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”
His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back.
“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?”
After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!”
The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.
“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”
After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience.
“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!”
As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.
No. Your friend. Just a friend.
“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?”
“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him.
“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?”
“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh.
“Fifty dollars!”
The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air.
“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?”
Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward.
“One hundred dollars!”
Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham.
She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten.
But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels.
You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face.
“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?”
The man at the back called out, “right here!”
Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid.
“One thirty!”
It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.
“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy.
The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him.
He's yours.
Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here.
It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer.
At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand.
“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!”
Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering.
“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”
He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you.
“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin.
“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes.
“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?”
He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie.
“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.”
Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him.
“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?”
“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?”
Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down.
“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?”
Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”
He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual.
You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her.
“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.”
She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.”
Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone.
“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.”
He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.
“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-”
You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared.
“-nevermind. Thank you.”
As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves.
“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?”
As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind.
“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back.
“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.”
You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg.
“Woof! Woo-”
“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you.
As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table.
“What are you doing?”
Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie.
“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?”
As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.
“This isn't a date, Eds.”
Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks.
“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest.
As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes.
“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?”
A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise.
“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation.
“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.”
“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck.
“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.”
As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes.
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“Let's get out of here.”
You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences.
Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye.
“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.”
Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours.
“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?”
His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings.
“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”
Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee.
“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again.
“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?”
Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.
“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.”
He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine.
“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.”
You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety.
“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.”
“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession.
“Absolutely not.”
“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”
“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?”
You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain.
“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”
“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.”
“What else would I do?”
He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-”
“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.”
“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.”
Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts.
“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?”
“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.”
Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee.
“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind.
“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.”
“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.”
“I dated Wendy to get over you!”
Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means.
“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip.
“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?”
It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut.
It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side.
Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back.
So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips.
“I'm in love with you.”
It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly.
“Huh?”
“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”
You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.
“Eddie, you lied.”
“What? I'm telling the truth I-”
“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.”
Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge.
The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth.
“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.”
There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss.
Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for-
“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.”
You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life.
The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin.
“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.”
A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor.
“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms.
A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face.
“You are so beautiful.”
Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away.
“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned.
“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.”
Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second.
“Can we go to my bedroom?”
Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart.
“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties.
“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back.
The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso.
Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are.
“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?”
He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.”
The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least.
“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.”
“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.”
You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away.
“Do I need to put a towel down?”
“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.”
He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face.
“You want me to stay?”
“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.”
The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything.
“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form.
“Hmm?”
“Get the towel.”
Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns.
“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.
“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact.
“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck.
“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot.
Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple.
“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.”
You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there.
As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten.
“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment.
“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?”
“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy.
“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.”
“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh.
“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?”
Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard.
“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch.
He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring.
Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling.
“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”
Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot.
“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!”
He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to? You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if-
“Hey, sweetheart, you here?”
He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question.
“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-”
“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”
“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-”
“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.”
His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you.
“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”
“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.”
Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips.
“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.”
Sweet. You sound sweet.
In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment.
There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion.
“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!”
He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.
It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair.
He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed.
The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down.
“Now are you glad I said about the towel?”
Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you.
Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.
“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.”
Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear.
“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused.
“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.”
“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.”
The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him.
It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again.
“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??”
“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.”
He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk.
“Now that's not fair sweetheart.”
You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince.
“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut.
“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.”
“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-”
He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes.
Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction.
“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?”
Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire.
“I-I'll try.”
“That's it, atta girl, little more.”
Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in.
“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!”
“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”
A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks.
“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.”
Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.
“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.”
Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving.
“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head.
“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?”
Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again.
“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.”
Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet.
“Eddie, I lo-”
“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?”
You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him.
“Oh my God, baby, oh God!”
You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem.
“Right there princess?”
Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan.
“Good, I-I’m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.”
Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back.
“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily.
“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts.
It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire.
“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.”
Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse.
Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness.
“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.”
He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye.
“Eddie, that was perfect.”
He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time.
“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”
Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling.
“OK, now I'm really gonna go.”
You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind.
“Right, now, just hang on.”
With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat.
“I can change the sheets if you want-”
“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.”
Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief.
“Eddie? Can I say it now?”
You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening.
“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.”
“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.”
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