It Takes Patience III: Stripped
Chapter 44: More than Necessary
*Reagan’s POV*
As I lie on top of Harry’s chest, nothing can be heard over the soothing sound of his deep steadying breaths and the way his heart palpitates as it slows. His hands run languidly up and down my back, almost massaging my muscles and relaxing me further. We’re both completely naked. Neither of us bothered enough to grab the tousled bed sheets that are right in reach in order to cover up. Harry takes advantage of my exposed body that shields his as his hands roam down beyond my back, cupping my bottom as he pulls me closer to his face, making me straddle him again. The aftershock of my orgasm is still there seeing as how H. is still buried inside of me. I whimper and inhale a sharp breath before biting my bottom lip all the while looking down at Harry. He was grinning from ear to ear with a sly expression on his face while removing himself from me, reminding me of the mischievous imp that I know him to be as his disheveled curls gathered on the pillow beneath his head.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re kind of glowing like preggers said at the doctors office, but it’s not a pregnant glow... Obviously. I think it must be something else.” Harry grins before slightly bucking his hips upwards.
I could feel my cheeks flush at his comment, but before I could hide behind my hair, Harry brushed it out of the way. His face turned more serious as he looked at me almost to make sure that I was still mentally together and okay with what we’d just done.
“You never cease to amaze me. I couldn’t be more proud of you. God, I’m so proud of you... I love you so much. Don’t ever try to hide from me again, do you hear me?”
I nod my head before Harry leans up on his elbows to allow his plump lips to briefly land on mine. He’s been my rock through every high and low point that I’ve had thus far. Though I know that all of my problems concerning what happened with Peyton aren’t all fixed with one intense, erotic, and freeing love making session, I do feel as if I’ve gotten a familiar part of myself back again. Baby step by baby step I can feel myself strengthening and coming out of my state of vulnerability. Though all of the credit isn’t Harry’s, knowing that I have a strong constant on my side makes my healing process a little more bearable.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“What do you mean?” H. furrows his brow in confusion as his eyes stay on mine. I silently give him credit for not allowing his eyes to roam my naked self the way they normally would.
“I don’t know how to thank you anymore. I feel like I’ve said it so much that the word has lost its meaning. I owe so much to you–”
“You don’t owe me anything. You did this on your own. Sure you had people along the way to offer you a hand or– other appendages to help you take certain steps to becoming yourself again, but overall you’re the one making progress. You don’t owe anyone shit besides what you’ve been doing. You need to give yourself more credit than you do.” I scoffed at how ironic the words were coming from his mouth. Whether Harry knows it or not, he doesn’t give himself enough credit either, allowing his disorder and his past to instill more doubts in himself than should be allowed.
“So do you. Something that we can work on together I guess.” Harry’s eyebrows knotted again, quickly this time before they smoothed themselves out, giving me a fake lopsided grin all the while proving my point.
His hands move from my ass, up my sides and then down to my waist again warming me up and causing chill bumps to rise at the same time as his bottom lip rolls between his teeth. He grins at me while squeezing my slight love handles, and it reminds me of Channel’s comment regarding my spreading hips and the ‘work’ that Harry must have been putting in while we were in London. It also reminds me that I have to call Channel. I know she’s been worried and the least that I can do is tell her that she was right about the pregnancy tests. I try to move off of Harry to grab my phone, but his hands hold me down in place. I think I can feel him getting hard again.
“Where are you trying to go? I like you right where you are, thanks.”
“I have to make a phone call.” I reply to him, smiling as his playful side makes an appearance.
“Channel can wait.”
“How do you know I was going to call her?” Harry scrunches his nose before grinning at me and shaking his head.
“Because Laurie isn’t here and you don’t have any other friends to gossip to about how you just topped me like I was one of those mechanical bulls.” My eyes widen and H. chuckles at my reaction. "She can wait thirty minutes.” Harry’s raspy voice gets deeper and his eyes darker as his tongue comes out to wet his lips, drawing my attention to them. His hands roam upward, almost making me want to emit a small moan from my mouth when he rests them on either side of my rib cage this time, sending shivers through me as his thumbs lightly trace back and forth on the skin just below my breasts. My nipples harden at the feathered contact giving away my arousal.
“My parents will be home in a few hours.”
“And? Thirty minutes is a quickie, glasses. We’ll be finished before they get back. I promise.”
“You’ve made promises like this before. It’s not a good idea and it never ends when you say it will. We never stop when we should. Both of us are insatiable and that's not good when neither of us live alone.”
“I’ll live alone soon enough and you can move in with me. Stay with me instead of shit dorms when you start uni in England.” For a moment I forget how to breathe. I haven’t been checking on my applications since I've left England and this sneaky proposal of moving in and taking a giant next step in our relationship has me at a loss for words.
"I’ve never got a complaint about sex lasting too long before. That’s a new one. I won’t lie this time. I have to talk to Dr. Baker before it gets too late in England anyway.” My eyes snap closed as if they’re in direct link to my neck that Harry begins to lightly suckle on and I know that my protests are in vain. A particular part of me wants to go again just as much as he does regardless to how sore or tired my abused body is.
“Please, Reagan?” I can feel Harry’s smirk against my skin as his erection presses against my clit, causing me to gasp.
“Please baby, please, please?” He kisses me in between cheeky begs and with that I know that I’m his. No longer able to resist, I nod my head quickly in agreement. Changing our positions so that he’s now on top prepares me for yet another baby step in relinquishing control as he grabs his wallet to replace the old condom and thrust deep inside of me for the second time today.
Soap suds cascade down Harry’s broad shoulders as he allows me to use my shampoo to wash his hair. His arms are folded across his chest and his lips are slightly pouted with his eyebrows knotted in deep thought, but adoration in his eyes as he looks at me.
“What do you have to do tomorrow?” He asks breaking his own train of thought and mine.
“I have a session with Dr. Stone.” Harry frowns and his eyes show from light to dark. I rinse the lather of soap off of my hands as H. steps back from me and stands under the faucet.
“It’s kind of pointless don’t you think?”
“What is?” Harry pulls me under the stream along with him as he he begins to wash me off, removing any evidence of ‘us’ to roll off of my skin and down the drain.
“Therapy sessions. You’re fine now. You haven’t been this open in a while. If you keep talking about problems with me then what’s the point of going to someone and paying out of the ass just for them to listen and feed you the same bullshit that you can get for free?” Harry’s tone was short and almost angry, but instead of paying attention to the way he spoke, I focused more on what he was saying.
“No I don’t find them pointless and I wouldn’t say that I’m completely fine. Talking to someone about what happened is what’s helping me just like it’s helping you–”
“It doesn’t help me, that's the point! And if I had the choice I wouldn’t go. Me and you are different and can’t be compared. I can’t be helped or cured, not without what’s prescribed to me every other week. I’m sick and its the way I am. What I did will be with me forever and I’m reminded of it every time I close my eyes at night. You can go back to normal and you’re already made the steps to be halfway there. There is no normal for me. Never has been, never will be.”
It was my turn to frown and step away from him. I can’t believe that he feels this way, especially seeing as how there was no truth to what he said at all. I was reminded of Dr. Koch and his false assumption about Harry and it almost made me sick.
“If you couldn’t be helped and therapy didn’t work you wouldn’t be here. You would still be in Maudsley. And no I don’t have a disorder that I have to deal with on a daily basis, but this is something that I have to deal with now and though it’s fuzzy for me, the parts that I do remember I will never forget either. Don’t be an arrogant asshole and think that you’re the only one in life who will ever go through anything. Maybe if you would stop being so damn negative and open your eyes you would see the progress that you’ve made yourself.”
Harry’s signature smirk crossed his lips annoying me further. I’ve quickly come to find out that he loves to get a rise out of me and though I know he meant what he said this time, it still satisfied him to no end to get under my skin.
“Lets talk about something else. Don’t want you to be mad at me about the truth.”
“I wouldn’t be mad if it were true–”
Harry rolled his eyes and covered my mouth with his hand before he cut me off. “What am I supposed to do here while you’re at session? You’re a really shitty host, Reagan. You’re not supposed to leave your house guest to wander around alone.”
I bit the palm of his hand causing him to pull it away from my mouth, cursing and shaking it as he did.
“I got it from you. I’m going early in the morning and I’ll only be gone for an hour. You’ll probably still be asleep, but if you insist on not being left alone the way that you would always leave me in your house, then I guess you can come even if you find it pointless.”
Harry hoisted me up against him, hooking his arms under my thighs as he put my back against the wall of the shower.
“You’re such a smart ass. Your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble, glasses. Do you not know what change the subject means?”
“Fine,” I paused before I spoke again. I had a subject that was sitting in the back of my mind, Tamsin’s phone call hasn’t escaped my memory, but I don’t want to ruin the current mood. I breathed out wrapping my arms around Harry’s neck as my fingers danced in his soft wet hair. My focused side telling me to be wary of the time, while my skin tingled at the thought of H. pinning me against the shower wall the way that he has before. Bodies soaked in sweat and water as he pushes and pulls me into euphoria. The close proximity of our bodies almost has me in a daze. I’m definitely sore and don’t know how much more I can take, but my tired muscles continue to beg for more, savoring the work of art that is Harry’s body.
“I’m waiting.” The devilish grin returned to H.’s angelic features as he moved one hand from around my thigh and dragged it slowly between my legs, teasing me yet giving me exactly what I want, the best mix of pain and pleasure.
I hoped to keep the mood going, but my focused side clearly objected.
“What did Tamsin say to you earlier when she called?”
*Harry’s POV*
“Out of anything that you could have asked or said, you had to bring her up? She didn’t say anything important or that she hasn’t said before.” If anything could kill the mood this was it. I lowered Reagan’s feet back to the floor causing her to pout.
“Why are you getting upset?” She asked me turning off the faucet and pulling the shower curtain open before she got a towel for the both of us.
“I’m not. I just didn’t expect that question.” I wrapped the towel around myself following behind Reagan into her room to quickly get dressed before her damn parents get back.
“If you’re not upset then why did you–”
“Fuck! Fine Reagan! She told me that she loved me and she asked me to leave you here and come back home.” I knotted my eyebrows and then widened my eyes as I’d just realized what had come flying out of my mouth. Reagan’s glare hardened and her chest began to rise and fall quickly. I could tell that she began to make a connection in her mind about who Tamsin was. I want to be able to be honest with her, but the way that she looks at me now makes me feel as if I told her more than she necessarily needed to know.
As I lie on top of Harry’s chest, nothing can be heard over the soothing sound of his deep steadying breaths and the way his heart palpitates as it slows. His hands run languidly up and down my back, almost massaging my muscles and relaxing me further. We’re both completely naked. Neither of us bothered enough to grab the tousled bed sheets that are right in reach in order to cover up. Harry takes advantage of my exposed body that shields his as his hands roam down beyond my back, cupping my bottom as he pulls me closer to his face, making me straddle him again. The aftershock of my orgasm is still there seeing as how H. is still buried inside of me. I whimper and inhale a sharp breath before biting my bottom lip all the while looking down at Harry. He was grinning from ear to ear with a sly expression on his face while removing himself from me, reminding me of the mischievous imp that I know him to be as his disheveled curls gathered on the pillow beneath his head.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re kind of glowing like preggers said at the doctors office, but it’s not a pregnant glow... Obviously. I think it must be something else.” Harry grins before slightly bucking his hips upwards.
I could feel my cheeks flush at his comment, but before I could hide behind my hair, Harry brushed it out of the way. His face turned more serious as he looked at me almost to make sure that I was still mentally together and okay with what we’d just done.
“You never cease to amaze me. I couldn’t be more proud of you. God, I’m so proud of you... I love you so much. Don’t ever try to hide from me again, do you hear me?”
I nod my head before Harry leans up on his elbows to allow his plump lips to briefly land on mine. He’s been my rock through every high and low point that I’ve had thus far. Though I know that all of my problems concerning what happened with Peyton aren’t all fixed with one intense, erotic, and freeing love making session, I do feel as if I’ve gotten a familiar part of myself back again. Baby step by baby step I can feel myself strengthening and coming out of my state of vulnerability. Though all of the credit isn’t Harry’s, knowing that I have a strong constant on my side makes my healing process a little more bearable.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“What do you mean?” H. furrows his brow in confusion as his eyes stay on mine. I silently give him credit for not allowing his eyes to roam my naked self the way they normally would.
“I don’t know how to thank you anymore. I feel like I’ve said it so much that the word has lost its meaning. I owe so much to you–”
“You don’t owe me anything. You did this on your own. Sure you had people along the way to offer you a hand or– other appendages to help you take certain steps to becoming yourself again, but overall you’re the one making progress. You don’t owe anyone shit besides what you’ve been doing. You need to give yourself more credit than you do.” I scoffed at how ironic the words were coming from his mouth. Whether Harry knows it or not, he doesn’t give himself enough credit either, allowing his disorder and his past to instill more doubts in himself than should be allowed.
“So do you. Something that we can work on together I guess.” Harry’s eyebrows knotted again, quickly this time before they smoothed themselves out, giving me a fake lopsided grin all the while proving my point.
His hands move from my ass, up my sides and then down to my waist again warming me up and causing chill bumps to rise at the same time as his bottom lip rolls between his teeth. He grins at me while squeezing my slight love handles, and it reminds me of Channel’s comment regarding my spreading hips and the ‘work’ that Harry must have been putting in while we were in London. It also reminds me that I have to call Channel. I know she’s been worried and the least that I can do is tell her that she was right about the pregnancy tests. I try to move off of Harry to grab my phone, but his hands hold me down in place. I think I can feel him getting hard again.
“Where are you trying to go? I like you right where you are, thanks.”
“I have to make a phone call.” I reply to him, smiling as his playful side makes an appearance.
“Channel can wait.”
“How do you know I was going to call her?” Harry scrunches his nose before grinning at me and shaking his head.
“Because Laurie isn’t here and you don’t have any other friends to gossip to about how you just topped me like I was one of those mechanical bulls.” My eyes widen and H. chuckles at my reaction. "She can wait thirty minutes.” Harry’s raspy voice gets deeper and his eyes darker as his tongue comes out to wet his lips, drawing my attention to them. His hands roam upward, almost making me want to emit a small moan from my mouth when he rests them on either side of my rib cage this time, sending shivers through me as his thumbs lightly trace back and forth on the skin just below my breasts. My nipples harden at the feathered contact giving away my arousal.
“My parents will be home in a few hours.”
“And? Thirty minutes is a quickie, glasses. We’ll be finished before they get back. I promise.”
“You’ve made promises like this before. It’s not a good idea and it never ends when you say it will. We never stop when we should. Both of us are insatiable and that's not good when neither of us live alone.”
“I’ll live alone soon enough and you can move in with me. Stay with me instead of shit dorms when you start uni in England.” For a moment I forget how to breathe. I haven’t been checking on my applications since I've left England and this sneaky proposal of moving in and taking a giant next step in our relationship has me at a loss for words.
"I’ve never got a complaint about sex lasting too long before. That’s a new one. I won’t lie this time. I have to talk to Dr. Baker before it gets too late in England anyway.” My eyes snap closed as if they’re in direct link to my neck that Harry begins to lightly suckle on and I know that my protests are in vain. A particular part of me wants to go again just as much as he does regardless to how sore or tired my abused body is.
“Please, Reagan?” I can feel Harry’s smirk against my skin as his erection presses against my clit, causing me to gasp.
“Please baby, please, please?” He kisses me in between cheeky begs and with that I know that I’m his. No longer able to resist, I nod my head quickly in agreement. Changing our positions so that he’s now on top prepares me for yet another baby step in relinquishing control as he grabs his wallet to replace the old condom and thrust deep inside of me for the second time today.
Soap suds cascade down Harry’s broad shoulders as he allows me to use my shampoo to wash his hair. His arms are folded across his chest and his lips are slightly pouted with his eyebrows knotted in deep thought, but adoration in his eyes as he looks at me.
“What do you have to do tomorrow?” He asks breaking his own train of thought and mine.
“I have a session with Dr. Stone.” Harry frowns and his eyes show from light to dark. I rinse the lather of soap off of my hands as H. steps back from me and stands under the faucet.
“It’s kind of pointless don’t you think?”
“What is?” Harry pulls me under the stream along with him as he he begins to wash me off, removing any evidence of ‘us’ to roll off of my skin and down the drain.
“Therapy sessions. You’re fine now. You haven’t been this open in a while. If you keep talking about problems with me then what’s the point of going to someone and paying out of the ass just for them to listen and feed you the same bullshit that you can get for free?” Harry’s tone was short and almost angry, but instead of paying attention to the way he spoke, I focused more on what he was saying.
“No I don’t find them pointless and I wouldn’t say that I’m completely fine. Talking to someone about what happened is what’s helping me just like it’s helping you–”
“It doesn’t help me, that's the point! And if I had the choice I wouldn’t go. Me and you are different and can’t be compared. I can’t be helped or cured, not without what’s prescribed to me every other week. I’m sick and its the way I am. What I did will be with me forever and I’m reminded of it every time I close my eyes at night. You can go back to normal and you’re already made the steps to be halfway there. There is no normal for me. Never has been, never will be.”
It was my turn to frown and step away from him. I can’t believe that he feels this way, especially seeing as how there was no truth to what he said at all. I was reminded of Dr. Koch and his false assumption about Harry and it almost made me sick.
“If you couldn’t be helped and therapy didn’t work you wouldn’t be here. You would still be in Maudsley. And no I don’t have a disorder that I have to deal with on a daily basis, but this is something that I have to deal with now and though it’s fuzzy for me, the parts that I do remember I will never forget either. Don’t be an arrogant asshole and think that you’re the only one in life who will ever go through anything. Maybe if you would stop being so damn negative and open your eyes you would see the progress that you’ve made yourself.”
Harry’s signature smirk crossed his lips annoying me further. I’ve quickly come to find out that he loves to get a rise out of me and though I know he meant what he said this time, it still satisfied him to no end to get under my skin.
“Lets talk about something else. Don’t want you to be mad at me about the truth.”
“I wouldn’t be mad if it were true–”
Harry rolled his eyes and covered my mouth with his hand before he cut me off. “What am I supposed to do here while you’re at session? You’re a really shitty host, Reagan. You’re not supposed to leave your house guest to wander around alone.”
I bit the palm of his hand causing him to pull it away from my mouth, cursing and shaking it as he did.
“I got it from you. I’m going early in the morning and I’ll only be gone for an hour. You’ll probably still be asleep, but if you insist on not being left alone the way that you would always leave me in your house, then I guess you can come even if you find it pointless.”
Harry hoisted me up against him, hooking his arms under my thighs as he put my back against the wall of the shower.
“You’re such a smart ass. Your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble, glasses. Do you not know what change the subject means?”
“Fine,” I paused before I spoke again. I had a subject that was sitting in the back of my mind, Tamsin’s phone call hasn’t escaped my memory, but I don’t want to ruin the current mood. I breathed out wrapping my arms around Harry’s neck as my fingers danced in his soft wet hair. My focused side telling me to be wary of the time, while my skin tingled at the thought of H. pinning me against the shower wall the way that he has before. Bodies soaked in sweat and water as he pushes and pulls me into euphoria. The close proximity of our bodies almost has me in a daze. I’m definitely sore and don’t know how much more I can take, but my tired muscles continue to beg for more, savoring the work of art that is Harry’s body.
“I’m waiting.” The devilish grin returned to H.’s angelic features as he moved one hand from around my thigh and dragged it slowly between my legs, teasing me yet giving me exactly what I want, the best mix of pain and pleasure.
I hoped to keep the mood going, but my focused side clearly objected.
“What did Tamsin say to you earlier when she called?”
*Harry’s POV*
“Out of anything that you could have asked or said, you had to bring her up? She didn’t say anything important or that she hasn’t said before.” If anything could kill the mood this was it. I lowered Reagan’s feet back to the floor causing her to pout.
“Why are you getting upset?” She asked me turning off the faucet and pulling the shower curtain open before she got a towel for the both of us.
“I’m not. I just didn’t expect that question.” I wrapped the towel around myself following behind Reagan into her room to quickly get dressed before her damn parents get back.
“If you’re not upset then why did you–”
“Fuck! Fine Reagan! She told me that she loved me and she asked me to leave you here and come back home.” I knotted my eyebrows and then widened my eyes as I’d just realized what had come flying out of my mouth. Reagan’s glare hardened and her chest began to rise and fall quickly. I could tell that she began to make a connection in her mind about who Tamsin was. I want to be able to be honest with her, but the way that she looks at me now makes me feel as if I told her more than she necessarily needed to know.
Notes
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