Realms of Desire

A small bar located in a small town. Harry thought it was quaint as they drove past on the way into the city. It was only meant to be a small pit stop on their journey to the next town. Harry enjoyed the atmosphere too much to not stay longer.
Harry entered the almost tiny establishment with Mitch and Sarah right behind him. Everyone else decided they wanted to stay on the bus and get sleep. Harry just wanted to see something other than the walls of the moving home for a while. Talk to people he hadn't seen everyday for the last few months. As he looked around, he could tell that most of the people in the place wouldn't really care about who he was. The thought of just being a kid in a bar made him smile.
"We're getting drinks. Do you want one?" Sarah asked Harry, her hand on his back to draw his attention to her. Harry nodded slowly, deciding what he wanted to do first in the bar. "Usual?" Sarah inquired again, disrupting his chain of thought. Harry just nodded again. Did he want to look at the old jukebox in the corner? Did he want to play pool? Should he chat to some of the locals? He couldn't decide.
"You look a little lost." Harry heard a quiet chuckle beside him. He turned his head to see a girl no older than nineteen with a smirk on her face. Harry just smiled weakly. "Can I get you a drink?" She asked. It was then he noticed the apron wrapped around her waist.
"My friend is getting it for me." He replied politely, motioning to the spot Sarah and Mitch had ended up. The girl smiled and bounced away. Harry couldn't help but smile himself. The girl seemed odd but she was sweet.
Harry walked over to the jukebox, wondering what kind of music was listed. He looked down the bar to see Sarah and Mitch talking to a couple of people. Mitch was laughing, seeming to be enjoying himself already. Harry returned his eyes to the jukebox, skimming through the list of songs.
"Sadly, it doesn't work anymore." Another voice caught Harry off guard. Harry's eyes shot up from the glass of the jukebox to a woman with brightly colored eyes and fiery hair. "Sorry." She laughed, realizing she startled him. He shook his head, a smile appearing on his face yet again. "Haven't had the time to get it fixed. Something you wanted to hear?" She asked, her southern drawl pulling his attention away from everything else in the bar.
Harry shook his head, "No. I just wanted to take a look. I've not seen many old ones like this."
"It came with the building." The woman smiled. As she was about to say something else, Sarah and Mitch approached Harry. The woman with the fiery hair and bright eyes turned away, going back to cleaning up behind the bar-top. Harry followed Mitch and Sarah over to a table. They sat down and began chatting about the things they always did. It wasn't exactly what he wanted but he decided it would work until he could speak to the woman behind the bar again.


"You were telling me about the jukebox." Harry said as the woman he'd spoken to before came to stand beside him.
The woman laughed, "That was over an hour ago." Harry just shrugged. "It came with the building. The person who owned the bar before me, they had it installed when the building was built in the Fifties." She explained. Harry listened to her carefully. He loved the way her voice sounded. "I love it but the damn thing breaks all the time." She giggled softly.
"So you own this place?" Harry inquired. He just wanted to keep talking to her. His infatuation was evident but he didn't care. There was something about her that held his attention even after he walked off with Mitch and Sarah.
She nodded, "Yes. For the last ten years." Harry made an impressed face causing her to laugh again. "It's one of two bars in town. It's not hard to stay in business." She explained.
"I wouldn't think of it like that." Harry frowned. "Everyone could just go to the other place, you know?" Harry tried to make her see she had accomplished something.
"I see your point." A smile spread across her face. "What brings you into town?" She inquired with a polite tone.
"Passin' through. I have a show in..." Harry thought for a moment; he'd forgotten where he was, again.
"Dallas, you fool." Mitch cackled beside him.
Harry's cheeks flushed pink, "Right. Dallas. Tomorrow."
"Well, you must go so many places. It's easy to forget." She tried to ease the red in his face that matched her hair. Harry just nodded before glaring at Mitch.
Another hour had gone by. Harry had followed the red-headed woman around the bar while she worked, picking her brain. With each question she would smirk and answer curtly, trying her hardest to dissuade the foolish boy.
"Harry! Come play pool with us!" Mitch shouted from the tables. Harry turned his head to see Mitch, Sarah and someone from the town waving him over. His eyes met the bright green ones he wanted to get to know.
"Go. I have work to do." She stifled her laughter when she saw the disappointment in his eyes. "Stan is a hustler. Play on his team." She offered the advice in a whisper. Harry nodded, his dimples making an appearance for her yet again. Harry bounded off toward the pool table leaving the woman of his infatuation alone to do her work.


Harry leaned down, aiming at the cue ball, patiently lining up his shot. He flicked his eyes around the bar, wanting to know if the fiery red-head was watching. A smirk graced his lips when he noticed she was. A hue almost matching her hair filled her cheeks when she realized she'd been caught. She didn't think the boy would capture her attention the way she assumed she did his, but it happened. She watched him studiously: the way he moved, smiled, spoke with his friends. Quietly scolding herself, she went back to her work. She wanted to push the young man in her bar out of her mind.

Harry's eyes met the lovely red-head's again. He'd noticed that she'd been watching him as much as he was watching her. The smirk that fans often spoke of appeared on his face as he winked at her. Her cheeks flushed when he stood up straight and adjusted his stance so he could gaze at her. He ran his hand through his hair slowly and clenched his jaw, both things he'd known fans to swoon over. He avoided eye contact with her for a moment longer. When he looked over again, she was biting her lip a bit.
"Anyone want another drink? Stan, you want another?" Harry asked, knowing it was a chance to get up close to her again. Sarah held her glass up, signaling she wanted a refill. Stan accepted the offer as well. Harry gave a nod before heading over to the bar top. He was devising a plan to intrigue the woman even more.
"What can I get for ya, hun?" She asked when Harry reached the bar. He leaned over a little more than anyone else. She could feel his breath on her skin just enough to make her shiver. He smirked, his eyes meeting hers with intent.
"Refills for Sarah and Stan." Harry answered so she could barely hear him. He wanted her to move in closer and she did.
"What?" She raised her voice a bit.
"Sarah and Stan want another of what they were both drinking." Harry responded, his smile turning sweet. She nodded and grabbed two glasses from the back shelf. She quickly filled them with the drinks she had been asked for.
"What about you? What do you want?" She asked, a polite, business smile on her lips.
Harry's lips twisted up devilishly once again, "I'm lookin' at it." Her face showed pure shock. Harry choked back his laugh and pointed to the sweet vodka on the top shelf, "That one there." She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. When she turned her back for a glass and the vodka, Harry ran the other drinks over to their respective owners. He returned at she placed the glass on the bar top. "Thanks, love." He murmured, his fingers brushing over hers as he took the glass of clear, fiery liquid. He wanted to hold her hand in his for a moment but thought it wasn't the right time to touch her so much yet. He decided to stand there for another moment, staring at her like she was the only woman on the planet. She let her hair fall like a curtain to hide her blushing cheeks. Harry carried the drink he didn't really want back to pool table to continue the game.


"How are we doin' here?" The red-head of Harry's infatuation asked, grabbing glasses off the edge of the pool table. Stan, Mitch and Sarah all answered with happy tones. She looked at Harry, "Can I get you anything else?"
"Yeah." Harry stood from the bar stool, his body almost sliding against hers. She almost felt the need to take a step back but decided it was innocent to just flirt with the cheeky man. He pulled his phone from his back pocket, holding it out to her. "Number?" He suggested.
She laughed loudly, "Does your mother even know that you're not tucked in bed?" Harry fought the urge to bite his lip at her comment.
"I meant the bill." He teased with a sarcastic smile. He pulled his credit card from the back slot of his phone. She attempted to snatch the card from his hand, only to have him grasp her fingers gently. He smoothed his index finger over her thumb up toward her wrist. She couldn't understand why the action made her insides flip. It was such a simple touch.


"When do you close?" Harry asked of the fiery red-head, leaning against the pool cue. She shook her head and tried to ignore him. He'd been far too cheeky while playing the game. Everyone in the bar had noticed his flirting and made comments to her. "So you don't close?" He chuckled quietly.
"Two. We close down at two. Meaning it's last call right now." She answered with a strained tone; her eyes had met his for the first time in an hour and a half. His bright eyes were glazed over, obviously a little more than drunk, and they were scanning her body with a type of hunger she'd not seen before. She cleared her throat, trying to sound authoritative, "But I think you're cut off."
Harry's smirk darkened a bit, "Why is that?" He leaned in, his face just centimeters away from hers. She could smell the sweet liquor on his breath mixing with his manly cologne. She licked her lips nervously before biting down on her bottom lip. Harry chuckled in the same gravely tone he'd spoken with making her thighs clenched slightly. What was this boy doing to her?
"You do understand that I am old enough to be your mother?" She asked him shyly.
"So I'm no more than a baby then, Mrs. Robinson?" The drunken smile on his face showed an arrogance she couldn't resist if she tried.
"Smart ass." She grumbled at him, her embarrassment showing plainly on her face. Harry grabbed her hand gently. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb slowly, wanting to feel her skin in someway. He knew the drinks he had were making him more bold than he would normally be but he didn't care. "You wanna stick around?" She kept her voice so only Harry could hear the invitation. He nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing in on her lips. "Alright. I'll tell the staff not to mess with you or your friends."
Harry took another step closer to her, "Just me. Mitch and Sarah are going back to the bus." She gulped slowly, wondering what he thought would actually happen once she closed. She nodded anyway, allowing him to stay after closing.


"Have a good night, Stan." Harry watched as the red-head, whose name he'd not even bothered to ask for, walked the last person to the door. He could tell she was nervous as well as a little eager to get everyone out. He'd not moved from the bar stool since he was told he was allowed to stay after she closed the doors. "Alright, girls. You can take off." She told the waitresses with a sigh. Harry could tell that she was acting as though she were exhausted.
"But..uh.." The girl who had spoken to Harry earlier in the night motioned to his still, waiting posture.
"It's fine, honey. He just wants to be left alone a while. Plus, you three have school in the morning. Get goin'." She pushed them toward the door with ease. The three girls didn't seem to give her any resistance. The younger girls said goodnight and headed for the door. "You too, Carl. I got the rest. Go home to the wife." She instructed the big man behind the counter. He paid no mind to Harry as he followed his instructions. "We'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night." She followed behind her bartender with slow, tired feet. Once Carl was out the door, she locked it quickly. A smile spread across Harry's lips once more as she turned to him. "I have to clean up but you are welcome to hang out as long as you'd like." She informed him.
Harry set his glass on the bar top and offered, "I'll help." She didn't refuse him. She figured if she kept them both occupied, nothing too risque would happen.


As Harry placed the last glass on the shelf, he looked over his shoulder to see that she was wiping down the wood edges of the pool table. He couldn't help but smile, the entire place was spotless, and now he aimed to mess it up just a bit. He rounded the bar top, wanting to be by her side. Her eyes lifted to see him coming closer.
"All done?" She asked. Harry didn't reply. "Thank you for helping." She smiled when she stood straight, gazing into his eyes. She licked her lips again seeing the same dark, hungry look in his eyes. Harry pulled her body to his, meshing their covered flesh in all of the right places. "Harry, what are you doing?" She inquired quickly. She hadn't been expecting his blunt gesture. He still didn't speak, his eyes darted between hers and her lips, silently asking permission. When she didn't flinch, he pressed his lips to her lightly, testing the waters so to speak. She hummed and leaned into him. Her arms looped around his neck allowing Harry to deepen the kiss.
"You are gorgeous." Harry breathed into the kiss. He didn't know what else to say to her. She captivated him in a way he couldn't explain. He didn't know if it was the way she spoke or the way she carried herself around the bar. Was it the way she spoke to everyone in the bar like she'd been their best friend her whole life? How she spoke to the bartenders like they were her own children? He wasn't sure but he knew she was unlike anyone he'd met before.
"Thanks." She giggled nervously. Wrapped in his arms, she felt sixteen again. "Maybe you should get back to your bus?" She said, wondering if she could deny the heat rising between them. Harry shook his head, winding an arm around her waist while the other stayed buried in her bright red hair.
"I wanna stay right where I am." He muttered before lifting her onto the pool table. "Maybe a little closer." Harry smirked as he inserted himself between her thick, womanly thighs. She smiled and ran a hand through his hair before bringing his lips back to hers.
In no time, Harry had stripped her of her shirt that donned the name of her bar. He was pleased to be able to run his fingers over her skin. She was soft and warm and getting warmer from his hungry touch. The kisses between them were getting more intense. She reached smoothed her hand over his shoulders before running them down his chest and abdomen. She wanted his shirt gone as much as he wanted hers off. She gripped the bottom of his shirt with a smirk. Pulling it up over his head, she then threw it down to the floor. Her hands danced over his sweaty, tattooed skin. He felt strong, muscled under her quaking fingertips.
Harry broke their passionate, lustful kiss to stare into her eyes. He unbuttoned her jeans, taking his time so she could say no. She just gazed back at him, begging him with her desperate eyes to go faster. Harry worked his hands into her jeans over her panties. He smiled when he felt a shiver rush through her body.
"Stop taunting me." She pleaded against his neck. Harry happily complied, pushing her back onto the pool table. He smiled down at her as he ripped her jeans from her legs. Harry eyed her black panties before letting his eyes meet hers again. She nodded, giving him the permission to move further. It was obvious she wanted him but he wanted to be absolutely certain every step of the way. Harry hooked his fingers into the thin piece of fabric, sliding it over her bum and down her thighs. He tossed them to the floor with the rest of their clothing. Harry dropped to his knees, making her thighs tremble. He kissed up her calves to her thighs. His lips traced over her tender, quivering skin with pleasure. He moaned lightly as his tongue darted from his mouth to taste her skin. She jolted with pleasure from the gentle bites he used to entice her more. "Harry." She whimpered, showing her desperation for more. Harry smirked against her fleshy thighs before slowly kissing up to her most tender of areas.
Harry's tongue traced small patterns into her skin, avoiding the pulsing center she wanted him to pay attention to. Her hips jerked, trying cope with the teasing he was inflicting. He wanted to treat her like never before. Her cry of agony pushed him over the edge. He needed to give her what she wanted. Without further teasing or preparation, Harry dipped his tongue between her folds. The moan that escaped her mouth made him weak in the knees. He hummed and enveloped her overly sensitive bud of nerves with his lips. Her hips jerked on the pool table again. He kept his eyes open as his tongue swirled around every texture she had to offer. He wanted to see her gripping at her hair and clawing at the edge of the pool table to keep composure. Her panting and quiet cussing was making him crave more. He loved to see her writhe on the table from the steady, talented swipes of his tongue but they both needed more.

Harry stood from the floor, causing confusion as she gazed into his eyes. Harry reached for his belt. His eyes were asking if it was still what she wanted. She sat up and swat his hands away gently. Harry happily let her discard of his jeans. She dragged her fingernails down his abs toward the rigid, throbbing appendage between them. She pressed her lips to his with fervor as he took another step in, closing the distance between them completely. With her guidance, he slid into her quaking, drenched core. Her head dropped back in pleasure and relief. Harry pushed all the way in but stayed still. He wanted her to tell him when she was ready for more.
"Please." She uttered a shaking plea. Harry slowly began to pump his hips. He knew he was going to have the woman in his arms writhing on the table once again but he didn't want to exhaust her body too quickly. Her arms slid around Harry's neck again, holding him close as she panted. She knew she wouldn't last long with the way he touched her and sank his cock into her. Within moments of his pace gaining speed, she was moaning into his mouth and pleading for release. Harry pumped his hips upward harder and faster to give her what she wanted.

Harry moved her further onto the pool table; he wanted to join her. Harry knelt between her shuddering thighs, smoothing his hands over the flesh to calm her. She knew that he was nowhere finish with her but she didn't mind. She wanted everything he had. Harry slid his hips forward again, sliding into her with zero resistance. Her back arched against the pool table. Harry smiled and began to thrust hard but slow. He wanted to watch her come completely undone again. Her hands rested on his his chest, watching his hips moving in languid, punctuated motions. She felt as though she could feel him deep within her belly. Harry grinned and folded his body onto hers. Their lips meeting for a passionate, sloppy kiss while his hips worked magic on her insides.
"Harry." His name escaped her lips between kisses. She buried a hand in his short but thick, curly locks. The other hand held a grip on his flexing bicep. "I can't." She whined. He could feel it with every thrust forward she was about to lose herself. Harry smirked and began to plunge his rigid length into her as hard and fast as he could. He knew he was not going to last long either. The feeling of her tightening muscles along with her moans and shrill, stifled screams were going to be the end of him. His groaning grew louder as he felt his thighs burn and tighten. He couldn't hold on much longer. Her legs then locked around his hips, her back lifted from the table and her moans were silenced. Her hips jerked and he felt her spasm all around him. It drove him over the edge.

They laid together silently on the pool table. Her head rested on his chest while he had an arm around her loosely. All that could be heard in the bar was the sound of their heavy breathing and the machines in the back.
"That was fantastic." Harry chuckled, still out of breath and giving her a firm slap on the rear.
She laughed and gazed up at his reddened cheeks, "Don't I know it." Harry's cheeky smirk appeared again. They continued to lie in silence, trying to regain their strength. Harry looked down at the woman in his arms. She felt his eyes on her, making her meet his gaze. Harry picked his head up slightly to kiss her. It was soft and slow, full of adoration. She hummed and held him tighter.
"Still want you." Harry murmured into the kiss.
She laughed, "I think it might be a little bit past your bed time." Harry growled playfully at her before flipping her on her back once again. He meshed his mouth to hers with same urgency he had the first time he'd kissed her. She wound her arms around his back, happy to give into his lust again.
A loud bang on the front door of the bar brought them out of their lusty stupor. She lifted her head to make sure she'd drawn the security blinds. She had; no one could see in.
"Harry! You still here?" Mitch's voice rang through the quiet building.
"Fuck." Harry groaned, moving from the thighs he wanted so badly to stay between. "I have to go." She nodded and sat up. They began to retrieve their clothing from around the pool table. Harry made sure to sneak in small, tender kisses between articles of clothing.
Once they were both completely dressed, Harry opened the door. Mitch's jaw dropped seeing Harry's messed hair and disheveled clothing. Harry turned back to the woman he so fiercely wanted to spend more time with.
"I'll see you in Dallas tomorrow." Harry stated, handing her a slip of paper from his pocket. Her expression matched Mitch's perfectly. She tried to protest or even ask what he was talking about but nothing left her mouth. Harry grinned, "Tomorrow. In Dallas. I want you there." She just nodded. Her eyes were still wide with disbelief. "Good." Harry kissed her lips once more before walking out with Mitch.

The door to the bar closed behind Harry with a bang. He could here the lock turn over and the click of the lights. Harry couldn't believe the events of the night but he was overjoyed. He looked at Mitch who still wore a dumbfounded expression.
"What?" Harry chuckled before walking away. A new kind of cocky pep in his stride.

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