Elle sat in her apartment editing some L.A. skyline pictures she took while she was out that night – yeah, instead of getting any good pictures of any good celebs like her agent wanted her to, she was off capturing a skyline that was photographed billions of times before. Whatever.
Elle couldn’t be held accountable for the celebrity population all of a sudden being upstanding, law-abiding, chaste citizen. But then again, she probably would be held accountable for it the next time she was sitting in Kate’s office getting reamed out for the shit photography she was bringing her.
Ex-ing out of the Photoshop tab, Elle sighed to herself. Kate was going to kill her. No, she was going to drop her as her client and then kill her. She had nothing for her. She was not bringing home the bacon for either of them. With a sigh, her eyes focused on her computers wallpaper image. It was one of those pictures – one of the ones from the other night, one of Harry’s special pictures. Elle cropped it slightly so less of her skin was invading the screen. Her neck was craned to the side and Harry was kissing her lips. Both their eyes were closed and just the way his long eyelashes perfectly fell against the tops of his cheeks made him look so… angelic. He was intensely beautiful.
Elle licked her lips and took a deep breath as she started snaking her way through the folders on her computer, going straight for her Swiss bank account of folders where the pictures were hidden. As the icons of the pictures flooded the screen, her cheeks flushed immediately. They were just so…intimate. She’d never been that intimate with anyone… ever… in her life. But with Harry it just came so easily.
As she clicked through the pictures, looking at them one by one, she could feel herself getting turned on by the thought of his hands and lips and everything else on her. Good God almighty. She quickly clicked out of the folder and looked around, the blush still on her cheeks. She was all alone, this she knew. But still, she felt like a voyeur or something with pictures like that. And there was only one person on earth she wanted to be a voyeur with.
She smirked as she licked her lips, opening up the camera on her cell phone. She shuffled the straps of her bra and tank top down her shoulders and took a picture from her naked collarbones up to entice Harry into stopping by. She quickly messaged the photo to him and received a response almost immediately.
Harry:
Hot damn!
Elle:
I’m all alone at home. :(
Harry:
Is that an invitation? :)
Elle:
Hopefully the best damn invitation you’ve ever gotten.
Harry:
Oh, most definitely. Give me a half hour.
Elle:
Done.
Harry:
You are so awesome. :)

Awesome? Did that put her in the friend-zone? Friends with benefits? She was awesome? Cool… dude.
She didn’t text back and decided not to dwell on what the compliment meant. Harry would be there in a half an hour and she needed to freshen up.
She closed out of her text messages and pulled herself up quickly from her seat, nearly skipping to the bathroom. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror trying her hardest to do a million things at once. She had her toothbrush stuck out of her mouth, the toothpaste foaming around her lips. She quickly brushed her mascara wand through her eyelashes after applying a little more eye shadow and liner. She ran my fingers through her hair quickly before teasing it slightly to give it that just-volumized look. She shoved her hands in the front of her bra, perking up her breasts so they didn’t just look like flat life-less blobs. And after she finally finished brushing her teeth, she gargled some mouthwash and spritzed some of her vanilla body mist all over herself. It would make him think twice about friend-zoning her.
As she came out of her bathroom, she heard the knock on her door. Shit. He was early.
“Just a second!” Elle called out as she bent down quickly and gathered up the dirty clothes she hadn’t bothered to pick up off the floor from the other night.
She gave the blankets on her bed a good ruffle before, finally she felt satisfied with herself and the upkeep of her apartment. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen either before in far more revealing situations. Elle pulled the door open with a smile. She didn’t want to seem too eager, but fuck it. Who was she kidding? She wanted this man like an addict wanted a fix.
Harry’s smile was more of a smug smirk and his eyes were smoldering as they raked up and down her body. Just a look from him wet her from the inside out.
“You have on more clothing than I thought you would,” he said, smirking playfully at her.
“An easy fix, I promise you,” she said as he stepped inside and the door closed behind him.
Harry stepped closer to her and she could feel him even though they weren’t touching. She could feel all the chemistry and the hunger and the need. His eyes bore closely into hers as his tongue jut out, wetting his lips quickly.
“This, Elle. This isn’t just about sex for me. But right now, I can’t think of anything else,” he breathed seductively.
The fact that he wasn’t touching her was literally agonizing. She could have fallen at his feet with desire. She was literally waiting on bated breath for him to say anything,do anything.
Just as her eyes locked with his peeping tongue once again, wetting its way along his lips, Harry reached out his left hand, sliding his fingers in the straps of her bra and tank top, moving them down her shoulder like she did for the picture she sent him. Her breathing hitched as her skin tingled from his touch. His lips turned up into a satisfied smirk as his free hand snaked around behind her, pulling her toward him. She was hooked. She was engulfed. She was captivated.
When his heated lips came down, kissing a line up her exposed clavicle, a whimper fell from her lips.
“I don’t think you realize how wrapped up in you I am, Elle,” he breathed against her skin, his lips tickling right below her ear.
“Harry,” she whimpered as she felt his fingers tightening their grip on the small of her back. Their pelvises were pressed so closely together.
Elle had no idea what to do with her hands, so they rest loosely at his hips. They were still standing in what could be considered the foyer of her small studio apartment. How did he have such a hold over her? It was like she was in a trance – a very hypnotic, sexual trance she never wanted to be pulled out of. He seemed to have this effect on her quite often.
“Do you know what you do to me, Elle?” Harry asked, catching her completely off guard.
“N-no…” She stammered, tightening her own fingertips against his skin.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you know what it’s like to have someone’s beautiful distracting face in your head all day long?” He asked, his voice low and oh so seductive as he ran his lips over her jaw line. The feeling of his light stubble against her skin was almost like a sensory overload.
“Yes,” she told him firmly.
“You feel my pain?” He breathed against her lips.
“Every day,” she told him truthfully.
“Mmm, what a lucky person,” he said, leaning in, kissing her lips lightly.
“Do you feel lucky?” She asked him, trying her hardest to keep her voice from quivering.
“Depends. Are you thinking of me?” He smirked, pulling back only slightly to look into her eyes.
“Only you,” she told him truthfully.
He took in a ragged breath before letting out an almost guttural moan as his arms fully engulfed her and his lips pressed hard against hers. This was it. And by this and it, she meant him and forever. She wanted him for-fucking-ever.
Harry’s kisses were fast and hot and he gripped her so tightly against his body that she never wanted to leave his strong arms. But as he walked her backwards toward the bed, she knew the only compromise she would make to staying in his arms forever was him tossing her down on the bed and making love to her all night long – fast or slow, she didn’t care.
The back of her knees found the mattress and she was slowly sinking down against it, Harry following, never taking his lips off of her as he slowly crawled up her body. And with one swift momentous motion, he gripped onto her body below him and tossed her to the center of the mattress – only then disconnecting their lips.
His eyes found hers and she caught the slightest quirk of his eyebrow as he once again licked his perfect pink lips. One more time and Elle was sure to lean up and bite his bottom lip. It was so sexy and so frustrating at the same time.
“Elle,” he breathed as his eyes dropped down and his hand came up to her collarbone and slowly slide down the length of her chest and torso as if he was worshiping her.
“You know I would never deny you, don’t you? That’s why you sent me that picture?” Harry smirked up at her. Elle bit at her bottom lip, knowing she knew he would come after receiving something like that from her.
“Don’t you?” He asked more firmly, his eyes looking into her for an answer.
“I wanted you to come,” she whispered.
“Believe me, I want to come.” He smirked, licking his lips again. Elle giggled, ignoring his wet lips and what she wanted to do to them.
“And I want to make you come,” he added with a smug smile.
“I want you to make me come,” she said, letting the smile fade quickly from her face into a serious look.
He smirked again, more bashfully this time as he dropped his head between his arms so she couldn’t see his face.
“It would be my pleasure, Ace,” he said, looking up at her again with an adoring smile.
“I beg to differ,” she countered quietly, knowing full well it would most definitely be her pleasure. He licked his lips and shook his head at her, causing her to let out an aggravated moan.
“You make me want to bite your lip,” she blurted finally, feeling all kinds of sexually frustrated. He cocked his eyebrow in question as he pursed his lips together.
“You lick your lips and… and just…ungh. I can’t even handle you. Your tongue and your lips and—” Elle groaned, getting completely cut off by his forceful kiss.
His tongue wove with hers as his hips rocked against her. Fuck. When Harry broke the kiss, he stole her thunder as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth.
“Like that?” He smirked at her.
“Just like that.” She nodded at him and he laughed out loud – his perfect fucking laugh.
“Please…” She whimpered, bucking her hips up at him, thoroughly ready for him to start with all this pleasure he’d been talking about.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked her with that confident smirk.
“Surprise me,” she nearly growled at him as the frustration built, her insides nearly deteriorating as she waited for him.
Harry’s smile only got wider as he twisted his wrist and snaked his hand down the front of her running shorts, his fingers dipping into the front of her panties and then one, two fingers plunged inside of her.
“So ready already,” he breathed against her mouth, a satisfying smile tugging up his lips.
“Harry,” Elle whimpered, her fingers digging into the flesh of his hips.
“Patience… is a… virtue,” Harry said, leaving a kiss on her lips through every pause.
All Elle wanted him to fucking do was take her virtue! Just fuck– this teasing was driving her insane.
“Harry,” she whimpered as he rocked his hardness against her again.
“Elle,” he breathed, kissing her lips softly.
“Fuck me,” she groaned, knowing it was what this was all about – he wanted to hear her say it.
“What was that?” He smirked at her.
“Just fuck me. Gahhh. Just—” Elle snapped as she let out another moan with the buck of his hips.
“Gladly, Ace. Gladly,” he said as his fingers gripped at the elastic waistband of her shorts and slowly tugged them down, inch by inch.
“Harry!” Elle snapped and he chuckled amusingly at her.
He pulled them quickly down the rest of the way, taking her panties with them and she swiftly sat up, just enough to rip her tank top over her head and unhook her bra, tossing them both aside. Harry watched on, licking those god damn lips, but she was too in need to care.
Elle’s fingers found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head and he let her. He was kneeling between her legs, perfectly content with her undressing him. Her fingers didn’t even pause before they were expertly unbuckling this belt and unzipping his jeans as quickly as she could.
“Get naked,” she told him firmly, the words becoming her mantra. Moments later, she dipped over the side of the mattress to retrieve a condom from her nightstand drawer.
“I see your camera,” he said playfully and her eyes focused on the expensive tool perched on the top of her nightstand. A smile ravaged her face along with the blush that crept up her cheeks at the thought of Harry during his playtime.
“Haven’t you had enough fun with that?” Elle smirked at him as she sat back in front of him, ripping open the condom. She was thoroughly satisfied to see he was fully undressed and was awaiting her patiently.
“Not nearly enough,” he said seductively.
“When is it my turn?” She asked him as she rolled the condom down his shaft.
“I think you’ve had your fair share,” he countered and pursed his lips at her, referring to all her paparazzi moments in the past.
“Not the same.” She shook her head, concentrating on really getting the condom on correctly.
“You’ll have to catch me in the moment,” he challenged and she paused her work to look up at him, cocking her own eyebrow at him.
“You’re on,” she spoke firmly, in her own challenging tone as he smirked and pounced on top of her, causing her to break out in a fit of giggles.
“Fuck, Elle,” he breathed, rocking against her again as his lips moved against hers.
“Please, Harry,” she pleaded, wanting him so badly.
“You ask so nicely, Ace.” He smiled down at her, pausing for a moment before he pulled back and pressed himself inside swiftly, burying himself completely.
Oh, sweet fruition.
As Elle lay in Harry’s arms afterward, she couldn’t help but hope and pray that everything stayed this perfect with him – that they were this compatible with one another for longer than what people called “the honeymoon phase”. Because technically, she and Harry weren’t even together. Technically, she was just a fuck buddy – his friend with benefits. Technically, she had no hold over him, no claim. Technically, he wasn’t hers and vice versa.
And quite literally, the thought of losing him made her heart feel like it was imploding inside her chest.

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