I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me you care

“LA?” Lara repeated.

“Yeah.” He grinned. “With me.”

“I-I don’t know.”

“It’ll be fun.”

“It’s not that.”

“If it’s the money, then you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“It’s not the money-“

“Then come with me.” Harry said raising his hand to stop her from speaking. “I have a couple of work things I have to do, but then the rest of the time I’m free. We can even stay a few extra days and make sure we really enjoy ourselves. Maybe go to Vegas or something.”

Lara shook her head.

“I don’t think I can do that. What about Julian and everyone else you work with? Do you think they’re going to want you seeing me after all that’s happened?”

“It’s my life.” Harry grumbled. “I can do what I like.”

“Yeah but you’ll probably get a lot of shit about it.”

“They don’t need to know anything… I can fly in first and you can come a day later…”

“I thought it was your life.” Lara reminded him.

“Okay then, so don’t come. “ Harry leant back in his chair and picked at his food. They continued to eat in silence without looking at each other. Harry finished before her and scraped his chair back to stand up.

“Please don’t be mad.” Lara said quietly.

“I’m not.” Harry said with a sigh, “I just thought it would be fun.”

She tried not to show her frustration. Supposing she could take a few days off work, as well as not turn up for classes, the main obstacle would be explaining her absence to Ben. And did Harry really believe that they could get around LA without being spotted?

She didn’t realise he was behind her until she felt his arms wrap around her. Lara turned her head to look into his eyes that now seemed to shine.

“Wanna swim?”

Lara shrugged her shoulders but allowed him to take her by the hands and pull her up out of her seat.

“Did you bring your swimsuit?” He asked.

“I’m wearing it under my clothes.” She admitted.

Lara saw Harry smile to himself as he led her out the door and into the elevator. She was sure he remembered that she couldn’t swim. She remembered back to when they were told to pose beside a hotel pool in LA, more than a year ago. Lara remembered how self-conscious she had felt in her revealing bikini (conveniently purchased by Modest Management) and how she had wrapped herself in a sarong, until Harry grabbed it from her.

He had sat on it so she wouldn’t get it back. So she had ignored him by lying face down on the sunlounge before she felt Harry’s hands smoothing sunscreen on her. In hindsight, she didn’t know whether he had been doing it for the benefit for the camera that they both knew was lurking in the background, but it didn’t take long to figure out that he was enjoying touching her, probably more than he should.

Before long they were in the pool and she had clung onto him as he led her deeper into the water.

“I’m here… I won’t let anything happen to you.” She remembered Harry saying to her.

Harry had now led her to the enclosed rooftop of the apartment building. Lara looked up to see a glass roof above and down to see the sparkling pool before her.

“Are you going to jump in first or me?” Harry asked taking off his shirt and throwing it at his feet.

“I can’t swim.” She said, still not comfortable with even standing in the water let alone jumping in.

“I know.” He said as he unzipped his jeans. He slipped them down to reveal a pair of black board shorts. He then stood there and looked at her expectantly. Lara paused before mimicking him and taking off her clothes until they were a puddle at her feet. She saw the look of recognition spread across his face.

“The pink bikini.” He said with a smile.

“It’s the only swimsuit I own.” She replied with a shrug.

She remembered the first time she had seen it, and how she had balked at the idea of wearing it in public, let alone having photos taken and distributed around the world. The bottom barely covered her backside, and she knew her cleavage was spilling over the top.

She could see Harry’s eyes sweep over her long hair that partially covered her breasts, the bare skin of her stomach down to her legs.

A year ago she would have shrunk under his gaze, nervous about what he would think about her body. But she found herself pushing back her shoulders slightly, aware that her body was on display and enjoying the effect it had on him.

“I like it.” He said somewhat huskily, but seemed to snap out of it quickly as he turned to do a back flip into the water.

“Is it cold?” She asked peering down at him.

“It’s heated.” He said with a smirk, and held out his hand to lead her down the steps. She watched as Harry swam to the end of the pool and then back to her in the shallow end.

“Let me teach you how to float.” He said and she felt his two hands supporting her back once he flipped her onto her back.

“Just relax your body. If you tense up, then you’ll sink.”

Lara allowed herself to relax and she tilted her head slightly to see Harry looking down at her.

“That’s the way.” He said gently. After a minute or so, he removed his hands only to see her sink. “Oops, too soon.”

They practiced for another half an hour before he turned her over, his hands under her stomach as he held her horizontally. It had been days since he had touched her, and even this innocuous gesture sent a thrill through her body.

“Kick your legs.” He instructed, and she tried to do as he said, safe in the knowledge that he was holding her up. Harry walked her around the shallow end, until her legs came down and
they turned to face each other.

“You did well.” He smiled at her.

“I’ve never done that before.” She said.

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be swimming laps.”

“Do you think?”

Harry nodded slowly with an easy smile.

They fell silent for a moment until Harry climbed the steps of the pool, leaving Lara to pause before following him. Except for when he held her up in the pool, he had been physically distant from her. They were both dripping wet as they stepped out of the pool and sheepishly realised they had forgotten to bring towels with them.

“Should we make a run for it?” He asked doubtfully, but Lara’s attention was on the view outside.

“I bet this would be a nice view in the daytime.” She mused.

“I think it’s a nice view now.” Harry said and she turned to see him eyeing her body.

“Very funny.” She said giving him a playful push.

“I’m being dead serious.” He said his finger tracing over the droplets of water on her collarbone. Lara looked up to see his lips still glistening wet and parted slightly as he focussed on his one finger that still swirled over her wet skin. She couldn’t help but lean forward wanting to feel his lips on hers, but he seemed to hold back.

“Let’s go.” He said, bending over to pick up his clothes. Lara did the same and they both headed downstairs. It felt like a repeat of what had happened in LA… rushing through the halls, hoping nobody would catch them dripping wet and still in their swimwear. Harry quickly unlocked the apartment door and ran for the bathroom. Lara caught up with him a few moments later to see him standing under the shower.

“Harry?” She called, at least wanting to give him some warning before he caught her staring.

The bathroom was quickly filling up with steam, and she shivered slightly as she stepped forward. She stopped when she saw Harry standing there, his eyes shut as the water fell on him, bowing his head to let the stream of water hit the back of his neck.

“Harry.” She repeated. She could see him looking at her from the corner of his eye as she
stepped into the shower, still wearing her pink bikini.

“What am I going to do with you?” He mumbled.

The sensation of the warm water falling over her cold body soothed her, but she could only focus on Harry.

“Last time I saw you, you didn’t want me to touch you.” He said. “And I’ve been trying not to touch you all night.”

“I never said that.” Lara said.

“Yes you did… you thought that’s all I wanted you for.” Harry replied. “So I’ve been trying to be good all night… and now you’re making it so hard for me.”

His fingers reached up to touch her bikini top, trailing down until they reached her hard nipples where they lingered for a few moments. He then hooked his finger over the top and pulled it down until it unravelled and fell to the tiled floor. He checked with her and saw that her eyes gave the permission he needed. His hand then cupped over her breast and he squeezed it gently. His other hand reached inside her bikini bottom to rest on her ass and push her closer to him.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked.

“I can see you do.” She murmured and he laughed.

“Well I’m a guy… I can’t help that, can I?”

The water crashed onto them as Harry’s mouth covered hers, his tongue swirling around
hers. She felt his fingers pull at the bikini bottom until it was halfway down her thighs. It eventually fell to her feet, allowing her to kick them off. Before she knew it, he had backed her up against the cold tiled wall, his kiss growing deeper, his hands now roaming over her naked body.

His hand slid over her wet skin and down between her legs, where he began to stroke her. He touched her gently at first, exploring her slowly. Once she relaxed even more, he quickened the pace slightly. The combination of his tongue dancing with hers and the sensation of his hand below made her whimper softly. She instinctively reached out, wrapping her fingers around his hard length, and she found him pause for a moment as though he hadn’t expected it. They slowly began a rhythmic motion, Harry’s thumb rubbing over her sweet spot and Lara stroking him simultaneously.

“That feels amazing.” Harry’s voice broke the silence as they continued to touch each other whilst the water rained upon them.

“A little faster.” He mumbled into her ear, and Lara picked up the pace, her hand slightly tightening around him. A small moan escaped from Harry’s lips as his body tensed up, his index finger entering Lara, causing her body to respond the same way. She found herself grinding against him, especially when he added another finger.

“Keep going.” He urged, when her hand loosened its grip.

She mentally berated herself for stopping, her hand closing over him again.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“Just…don’t…stop.” Harry breathed.

Lara could feel the momentum building. The knowledge that they were both giving each other pleasure at the same time left her teetering on the edge, and she could tell by the throbbing beneath her fingers that Harry was close as well.

“I love your little pink bikini.” She was surprised to hear Harry’s voice in her ear, as he withdrew his fingers, choosing to rub her nub, setting the sensitive bundle of nerves on fire.

“It reminds me of the first time I had you. You were so tight I couldn’t help but fuck you hard.”

Lara felt her thighs squeeze together as the memory of her first time with Harry flashed through her mind.

“Open your legs for me.” Harry demanded, his knee nudging her legs apart.

“Harry I’m so close.” She said.

“So am I…”

“Faster.”

“Faster.” He breathed back.

Lara’s long strokes of his throbbing length became harder and she closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers rubbing her until she was so wound up she was seeking release. When it finally came, she found herself screaming out, her legs now open wide and wanting his fingers to go on forever as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Lara recovered enough to keep pumping him until his moans bounced off the walls and she felt him shudder in her arms.

“Come to LA with me.” He said huskily. “Please…”

Lara had smiled at the plea, but as she made her way home that night she wondered if she could make it a reality.

Notes

It feels like I updated yesterday but apparently it's been 5 days :)

So do you think Lara should go to LA?