It Takes Patience III: Stripped

I fell asleep for four hours.

Four fucking hours before I was jolted out of my rest by the dream of the dark figures whose shadows crept along the walls and the shrieking sound of my phone alerting me with text messages and voicemails. When my pulse lessoned in my veins and I could catch a steady breath again, I unlocked my phone; scrolling through the small device even though nothing that was read in the texts registered in my head at seven o’clock in the morning. I’ve had this dream before. The same dream that I had the night before Reagan left London. This time however, four shadows had been lessened to three. Even though the numbers against me had decreased, one of the shadows grew in size, reminding me of a hulk or a monster that most children would fear lurks underneath their beds or inside of their closets. This dream was different, but yet the same. Instead of me only seeing haunting memories of Clive and my work in his death, the two other figures whose faces were a blur to me before became clear, leaving me to wish that I still had my tunnel vision and had to guess who it was against me.

It wasn’t until the fourth shadow was gone that I realized who it was. With Peyton being in jail, I was able to rid myself of one less demon, but the fact that the others grew made my nerves amplify more than needed.

I could heard Reagan’s parents get up and leave for work. One gone at eight, the other at nine. I could only assume that David left later. I could hear his footsteps overhead by Reagan’s room and then later by mine. I swear that the fucker cracked the door to see if I was still in this stuffy room and not in his daughters bed, but seeing as I’m trying my best to be polite and keep my disorder under some type of control, I pretended to be asleep to keep myself from saying anything out of line. I’m almost one hundred percent sure that Reagan hadn’t really told her parents how we met or came to be seeing as how everything else is a secret with her apparently. I don’t mind her sudden need to keep things private that her father seems to disagree with, as long as she doesn’t keep her secrets from me.

I stood from the bed after reading and replying to the various strange texts my mum left me. I know I haven’t been able to be away from home this way in a while, but I think she was overdoing it.

From: Mum
You made it in alright? I can’t believe you flew out of country and didn’t think to let me know you’re okay?!
~AT

To: Mum
You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t call. Yes I’m fine. Flight was fine. Everything is fine… I Love you and all that other good stuff. =D

From: Mum
<3 How’s Reagan? You're staying at hers?
~AT

To: Mum
Yes! and F I N E! She’s fine doing a lot better. :)

My sarcastic side wanted to add ‘oh and she says to tell you that might be a grandmum at the tender age of forty-three’ but I refuse to make any statement about it until I know for sure.

From: Mum
Good to know she’s on the mend. I hope you have a good time while you’re away. I love you so much and nothing will ever change that.
~AT

To: Mum
??? I love you too, but you’re being a bit dramatic don’t you think? Why do your texts have a signature? No one does that anymore...

From: Mum
Ah, you’re right. That is a bit outdated innit? Sorry... You’re my baby. You and Gem will always come first. I would never do anything to intentionally jeopardize you two or us as a family. You two are my world.

To: Mum
Been in the wine today, mum? Whats all this about? I know that. You’re weirding me out and getting on my nerves! -_- its too early for all of that here.

From: Mum
No I haven't! You're not supposed to ask your mum that! Very cheeky! And I don’t think you do know, love… We’ll talk more when you get back. I’ll let you carry on with your day. Give Reagan a kiss and a hug for me and tell her she’s in my thoughts. I love you.


I rolled my eyes at her last message before pulling on my jeans and t-shirt. I know that Reagan’s parents are gone, but I would feel awkward roaming their hallways in nothing but my boxers.

When I got out into the hall I could hear water running. Glasses must be up and showering already, and the stiffy in my jeans wants me to make my way up the stairs to go and shower with her, but I’m sure shower sex would be no way for her to get back into the swing of a sexual relationship, even though by the way that she was acting last night, I feel that if I tried she would force herself to be okay with it.

I go up to her room instead and wait for her patiently glancing around her room to see if she had a laptop anywhere. The only way that Dr. Baker got the board and Dr. fuck face Leerman to agree to my departure, was if I did Skype sessions with her while I was gone. I know that Reagan uses her iPad all of the time, but she surely can’t be doing all of her work from there.

I stop my search when I hear her door creak open. Reagan stops in her tracks in the door jam with her hand over her chest. Partially to hold her towel closed and close to her dripping wet, amazing, naked body; and partially because I scared her.

“I was going to make you breakfast and bring it to you after my shower. I didn’t think you’d be awake by now, but I should have known better.” Reagan shakes her head with the slightest embarrassed grin on her face before she continues.

“Good morning. How did you sleep? Or did you sleep at all?” She secures the towel around her before she moves her freshly washed hair to one shoulder, making me weak in the process. She’s absolutely stunning in this natural state and my eyes take a moment to admire her before I say anything. Her eyes shift to the ground as if she’s uncomfortable under my stare, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from her.

“Come here.” I sit down on her bed, reaching my hand out to her, but the look on her face is skeptical.

“Come here, love. Please?”

Glasses nods her head before taking a few shy steps towards me, still holding her towel firmly in place. The fact that she wanted to have sex with me only last night while her parents were still home, but today she’s wary and timid confuses me. Perhaps its because she knew that yesterday it couldn’t really happen, but today here and now is very possible. I know that she’s still scared, and the way that she’s second guessing herself right now makes me wish that Peyton would have gotten life in that hell hole instead of five years.

She stands between my legs with her hand still in mine. Hazel eyes fall on green ones and I can see anticipation and anxiety. It tears me apart inside to know that she’s this damaged, but I smile up at her regardless. I’ll be her cure. I’ll make it go away.

I look up at her, letting her hands go and fall to her side before I gently place my hands on her hips,turning her around and pulling her down towards my lap to sit between my legs on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not really sure yet.” I answer her truthfully while resting my forehead on her shoulder.

I can feel her relax into me after sitting this way for a while. My hands find her fingers again and play with them while I try to think of my next move. She’s almost dry now, aside from her hair. Her skin is damp and as soft as ever as I run my thumbs over her wrist. She breaks my train of thought when she speaks, but when she looks at me through the mirror in front of us, I know exactly what it is that I need to do for her.

“We should be getting ready to go soon. I looked up an address to one of the Planned Parenthood's and I’m pretty sure my dad left his car keys on the hook in his office so that I can show you around LA. I can drive us.”

“You don’t have a car?” I ask her while pulling her back towards me and moving more to the center of the bed. She stiffens slightly but still allows it to happen.

“No. I planned on getting one before I left, but now I see no point in getting one here if I’m trying to live in London.”

I nod my head and look at us in the mirror before I kiss Reagan right below her earlobe. She takes in a sharp breath while grabbing my right hand in hers, but she grips her towel closed tighter with her left and clenches her legs closed. I interlace our fingers together in the hand that she holds and continue to kiss her down her neck. The tiny goose bumps on her skin is a dead give away to the effect it has on her, but I want the rest of her body to show that she’s comfortable with me doing this too.

I gently nip at the skin where her neck and shoulder meet and her hand tightens around mine before she lets out a soft moan of my name with her eyes screwed shut.

“Harry.”

“Does that not feel good?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to relax then. Tell me to stop if you can’t do it and I will, but for now try to relax, okay?”

“What are you trying to do?” Reagan asks with that same mix of anxiety and anticipation in her coppery hazel glance.

“Just keep your eyes open and look in the mirror for me. Can you do that?”

She nods her head hesitantly, but it still gives me the confirmation that I needed. I continue to kiss down her neck and shoulder as her breath begins to quicken, sucking and gently biting over areas before lapping over the tiny sore red spots with my tongue. Reagan’s eyes close again, but I need her to focus on me. When she gets into her own head the wrong vision comes and I’ll be damned if I let that fucker control her body when he’s not even here.He’ll never get that opportunity again.

“Keep your eyes open, love. Look at me.”

Reagan flutters her eyelids open and looks at me through the mirror like I tell her to. Her breaths are quick as I continue to tease her by sucking the sweet spot on her neck that gets her dripping wet within a matter of seconds.

A soft moan escapes her lips that's like music to my ears. My dick hardens in my jeans at an uncomfortable level, but I’ll take care of that later. This is just for her. Reagan clenches her legs tighter together than before, but this time I’m pretty sure its done to alleviate the ache she feels on her clit. I chuckle against her skin. If she lets me continue all of that pressure will be lifted soon.

“You’re so fucking beautiful do you know that?”

I let go of Reagan’s hand to trail my own up her thigh. She shivers against me at the small touch and it gives me a heady powerful feeling. My hand stops at the bottom of her towel that rests just at the top of her thigh. This is the real moment of truth and a big step for her, but if she allows it I’ll be so proud of her.

I take the cloth of the towel into my hand, but Reagan’s hand grabs mine shaking her head.

“H, I’m–”

“It’s okay, Reagan. I know. It’ll be just like your assignment, but if you don’t think that you can do it I won’t. Do you want me to stop?”

Reagan takes a deep breath and squeezes her hand around mine before she lets it fall, moving both of her hands to rest on the top of my thighs.

“I love you. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.” I kiss Reagan on the cheek in between sentences causing her to chuckle slightly, but I can tell she’s still nervous and scared.

My hand grips the towel again, slowly removing it from her as she chews on her bottom lip, but it’s my turn to gasp. I haven’t seen her naked in such a long time it feels and I quickly have to adjust my cock in my jeans before I can do anything else. Reagan tries to cover herself, but I grab her hands again before she gets the chance to. I clear my throat before I speak, hoping that I’m able to form words around the beautiful sight in front of me.

“Fuck... Um, sorry. Lean back. Lean against me.”

Reagan, does what I ask her to again leaning her head against my shoulder with her nervous doe like eyes still open looking into the mirror at the both of us. I place her hands back on the top of my thighs before I move mine to hers, parting them as I kiss along her jaw. Reagan turns her head giving me more access to her neck, but I know she only does it because she’s anxious and embarrassed of how exposed she is to me in front of the mirror.

“Show me what you did when we were on the phone.” I slide my hands up her inner thigh slowly stopping just before the apex of her, making her intake another sharp breath. My fingers rub small circles on her skin and her eyes flutter, but she keeps them open and focused on us.

Reagan bends her knees slightly before she slowly brings her fingers to hover over her clit. Her cheeks redden to a rosy hue and I grin at her before I kiss her right behind her ear.

“Its okay babe. Just show me. Do you want to use my hands instead?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Yet?”

I tease her and she rolls her eyes at me before she touches herself, sliding her fingers along her sex before her middle finger delves inside of her wet center. She moans as her cheeks flush more. While she continues to move her finger in and out of her folds I feel like I might explode. I don’t know what’s more erotic to watch. Her face as it contorts in pleasure as she watches herself in the mirror or her fingers as they now swirl tiny circles around her clit. My hands grip her thighs tighter as my eyes roam over her body in awe. As turned on as I am by this I can’t help but feel jealous.

My hand glides over hers removing her fingers from her swollen clit. She watches me as my hand replaces hers, but moans as I continue her previous work.

“Fuck! Oh my God!”

My vocal girl is back.

I apply more pressure and add another finger to her aching nub before I move my other hand to pump my two of my fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Her eyes close for too long and she frantically grabs my hand again trying to remove it from her. Another vision no doubt plaguing her from reaching her height.

“Open your eyes and keep them open. Its me, love. It will only ever be me to touch you like this ever again. No one else.” I kiss her shoulder tenderly as I watch her eyes flutter open again. They look glassy with tears concerning me, but just as I’m about to stop her hands rest on mine again to guide them this time.

A single tear escapes her eyes but I can feel her settle against me, trusting me to keep going. Her head falls back against my shoulder getting lost in pleasure as my fingers continue to bring her closer to the edge. I can feel her clench around me so fucking tight that it makes my cock twitch making me think that it might burst through my jeans.

“Fuck, glasses! Jesus, it feels like you got tighter. You’re so wet, love. You’re close?”

She only moans in response, turning into putty beneath my fingertips as I work her over. I can feel her wet drip down my knuckles and I want nothing more but to suck on them right now and taste her, but I know I can’t not until she finishes.

“You’re gonna come on my fingers? Hm? Shit, Reagan I’m so fucking hard. You’re so damn sexy when you come. ”

“Fuck! Harry! Ugh! Fuck! Oh God!”

“Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at how beautiful you are while I do this to you.”

I could feel all of Reagan’s muscles tense as she found her release, soaking my hand and her bed sheets as she succumbed to pleasure. Gasping loudly as her body shook around me, I kept moving my fingers in and out of her making sure that she rode out her entire orgasm.

She collapsed against me limply trying to catch her breath while I sucked on the fingers that I had inside of her.

“Mm. You taste so good.”

Reagan grins while shaking her head, before burying it into my neck.

“Thank you.” Reagan whispers quietly to me, momentarily pulling her head away from my shoulder and for the first time in a while her eyes are the the sparkling golden hazel that I remember them to be. She always talks about mine and how unique they are, but in this moment I’m absolutely fucking lost and stunned by hers. I run my hand through her damp hair before giving her a lingering kiss on her forehead, pulling her head to rest against me again.

“Just like on the phone right?”

“Better than the phone.”

“Repeat that, please?” I tease her pulling my head back so that she can’t hide her face against my shoulder.

“Better than the phone, Harry. Your fingers feel better than mine.” Reagan’s hand palms the bulge in my jeans causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.

“Fuck! Don’t do that! If you do that we won’t have time to go to the– the doctors.” I almost don’t want to say it.

Reagan grins and stands from the bed, still naked and walking freely to her wardrobe. She bends over on purpose to grab a bra off of her bottom shelf, clearly having more confidence and feeling better in her skin than she did fifteen minutes ago but honestly that's not fucking fair. I’m determined to take her from behind that way one of these days. I really don’t know why we've never done it that way before. Her ass is perfect.

“Do I have time to take a shower? I’m gonna need a cold one after that.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go freshen up myself and get fully dressed then we can go.” Reagan grins at me while hooking her bra and then walks bottomless into the bathroom, but my dick is still so hard I can barely move.

“Are you gonna shower?” Reagan peeks her head back in her room looking at me quizzically and I nod my head and follow behind her, preparing myself to face the possible grim reality of the rest of the day.

Notes

Hi Lovessss!!! Hello beautiful New and Faithful subs!!! Thank you all so much for being so patient with me! It's been really hectic these past couple of days and I'm really so lucky for having such an understanding bunch! I love you guys so much and because you are all so awesome I wrote the longest chapter in ITP history for you all today! Soooo We're now officially back to the NC-17 way of life ;] I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, it was definitely another one where the little things count ;} What do you think Anne was on about in her texts to Harry? Are you guys proud of Reagan? I know I am lol And who's excited for the doctor visit? I know I am even though Harry isn't :( ;)! Thank you guys for commenting on the previous chapter and I will be responding to you all shortly. I can't wait to see what you all have to say about this one, so please keep the comments coming! Also Thank you for the votes and subs! Keep those up as well please? :* As always I LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING AND IN GENERAL!! ~Xx