Come Home With Me

Harlow wasn’t expecting his fast reaction, her mind was moving slowly, and then all of a sudden her adrenaline picked up. Liam was in her face, she could feel his breath on her lips and his hands beginning to wander. She had won her delusional game, he had caved in first. She bit her lip, hiding her smile and meeting his eyes, feeling like a temptress.

Up close like this Harlow almost felt something tug inside her. Almost. Though it could have been her buzz. She pushed it away, this was strictly fun. And she was excited about it. Especially since her alcohol intake wasn’t dominating her anymore, she guaranteed she would remember this in the morning.

“Why so hasty?” her mouth extended the words, her lips inching every so slightly towards his. “We have all night don’t we? Wouldn’t want to ruin all the fun in the beginning…” she trailed off, finally pressing her lips to his.

Softly at first, though with growing pressure she parted his lips with hers while one of her hands intertwined itself gently in his hair.

While one arm was in his hair, her other hand trailed along the hem of his boxers faintly. Harlow pulled herself closer, so that the bare skin her flannel wasn’t covering was touching his bare chest. She sighed quietly, her lips pushed more firmly on his, though goosebumps rose from her skin when she realized her bottom lip got pricked by a… fang? She wasn’t even sure. But what surprised her even more than his sporadic teeth growth, was the fact that it didn’t bother her whatsoever.

Harlow took a mental note of her current pose; it was relatively slutty. If she felt embarrassed or ashamed, she didn’t act like it. Though, this was unusual for her, she didn’t often follow men home from a bar. But she was glad she had tonight.

Harlow had been enjoying the moment, the whole “vampire” idea had her heart pumping with excitement and playful fear, as if he was really about to drink her blood. What a crazy thought. She continued to wonder, this wasn’t her worst hook up ever, in fact, she was having a lot of fun with it. It was a bummer he was leaving. She could imagine doing this several times over again.

Of course, they were interrupted. Her face fell in disappointment as Liam approached the pizza guy, she felt cheated. He rushed through the motions, paying quickly and closing the door before turning around once more

Harlow looked up through her lashes, taunting, as she lay on the bed almost completely revealed. “Okay, for later” she grinned “But for now?” she motioned with her index finger for him to join her again, her green eyes sizzling with lust.

Harlow’s smile grew larger, she was proud of the way her night had turned out. Though it had just begun. As Liam drew closer, she felt something, nerves? Why was she nervous? Though she wasn’t skanky, she knew what she was doing. And she shouldn’t be nervous. He inched down her body and she tried to inhale silently, but her intake of breath sounded shaken, as if it was a trouble to breath.

Liam’s eyes flickered up towards Harlow’s and she locked gazes with him. There wasn’t much she could do for him in this situation, she let him have his fun, no denying it was also fun for her. Though her heart’s beating gained in speed and her tension built, she wanted to draw this out as long as possible, considering it wouldn’t happen anymore.

She felt his hand moving further and further south, she had to hold her breath so it’s trembling wouldn’t give her away again. One of her hands wound itself into his locks again, while the other found itself back at the rim of his boxers. Though it didn’t linger there for long. She tugged at the fabric, pulling it down slightly and tucking her dainty fingers underneath for exploration.

Liam’s confidence was boasting in his features, and Harlow found this trait cute. It was way more attractive than a man with feeble libido and low self esteem. This way, she didn’t find herself faking anything. Their warm lips met again, and as he bit lightly at her lower lip, she knew he wasn’t the least experienced either. Surprisingly, the compilation of her and Liam seemed totally erotic. In bed, at least. Harlow realized she hardly knew anything about his personality, though she wasn’t sure if this fact actually bothered her. All she knew of was that he was searching for a girl who may or may not be is girlfriend.

The information was irrelevant. Her mind meandered aimlessly, she began to wonder how he had so randomly developed fangs earlier in the night. Curious… Though if he was a vampire, she didn’t feel scared.

She felt him tug her panties off, so that all that remained on her figure was his baggy flannel. Well that wasn’t fair. Harlow couldn’t be more exposed than he was. Her lips parted his with a quiet sigh, while her wandering hand finally tugged off his remaining boxers.

Harlow’s thoughts were scattered, the humming in the back of her head was the lasting effects of her alcohol. She felt great though, she doubted she would even have a hangover in the morning. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, she knew what happened now. She gazed at him up and down, as if she had finally looked at him. She noticed his fit body and endearing tattoos, looking into his eyes when she knew what he was finally going for.

Her heart leapt when she felt his hands on her legs, breath catching in her throat. The entire night had been building up to this, and it was almost over. The moment was exciting and upsetting.

When her breathe finally escaped her lungs, her voice whispered his name and then it was over. She collapsed on the bed, green eyes alluring, laying with him and realizing how tiny she was compared to him. Now that the moment was over, she felt sleep tugging at her eyelids.

Harlow laughed lightly and snuggled closer to his chest, adoring the feeling of their skin together. It wasn’t long before her breathing slowed and her eyes closed. Images swirled up towards her eyes and she was asleep.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she it took her a few moments to recall the man whose arms were around her. She almost grinned. He was cute! And she had thought it was just her beer goggles! Her body felt stiff, and she had woken with the feeling that she had missed an important event.

It looked as if Liam was awake as well, though she didn’t know for how long. Though she wanted to cuddle more, she figured she would be kicked out soon. Prepare for the walk of shame. Harlow turned over so she was facing Liam, putting her hands on his chest gently. “Can I use your shower?”

Harlow watched Liam while waiting for her response, and when he suddenly pressed his lips to hers she was surprised. It was hard to mask her shock, and when he finally withdrew and rolled from the bed, it too her a moment to register what was happening. She got up and followed him slowly, her head foggy from sleep. She eyed herself in the mirror, she had forgotten she was already bare. Harlow probably would’ve covered up if it would’ve mattered. She was about to shower anyway, and Liam had already seen her so it was useless to get dressed.

When she entered the bathroom, Liam had already started the shower, and she could see the steam flowing from the shower. She didn’t want to wait. “C’mon” she whispered eagerly, stepping inside the shower without hesitation.

Liam turned to Harlow, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "About time." He mocked, flicking water at her. His mind had drifted from daytime fantasies for the moment, going toward money. The gun, bullets, and knives had killed his haul badly. He needed break in again somewhere, and the idea weighed on his mind. He wasn't down with being bad, it wasn't something he was naturally inclined too. Along with the fact that he was planning on trying to keep Harlow around too fool around with. Too many bad things with no good to balance it out. Maybe finding and helping lead Zara from the war fronts would balance it out and clear his consistence, but then again maybe not.

He blinked the thoughts away, wrapping his hands around Harlow's arms and pulling her against his skin. He hadn't realized how little she was compared to him, it was adorable. "Feeling better miss drinker?" He asked hands already beginning to drift along her supple body.

Harlow enjoyed the shower, though it wasn’t the way she had imagined it. The heat was still rejuvenating, and she for the first time in a while she was excited as to what the day might hold. After all, it had started out better than she had planned.

She smiled and kissed Liam’s chest up to his neck, though his thoughts seemed to be wandering. She reached her arms around his neck smoothly, her chest pressing against his, and laughed quietly. “I feel great, thanks for asking. Though sobriety is not a feeling I’m used to” she winked, and leaned forward so their lips could meet, before she hesitated slightly.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked curiously. Though, it seemed she probably shouldn’t ruin the mood by asking, in case it was a depressing thought, which she wouldn’t want to hear. But if it was too personal she was sure he wouldn’t answer. Which was fine. It was just her curiosity that pined at her now.

Harlow grinned, pleased by his response. Though the whole drinking thing was a buzzkill, but she supposed it would be fun having sober sex. The thought made her lips purse naughtily before Liam met them with his. The water beating down on her made the moment even better, especially when his lips wandered.

Her hair was darkened by the dampness; it framed her face and her outstanding eyes, whose eyelashes held water droplets. Harlow’s breath caught, an embarrassing trademark she just realized she possessed. Her face flushed from the heat, she exhaled, her breath trembling.

Her lips pouted, waiting for him to return, while trickles ran down her skin and his.

Harlow didn’t know where it came from, but she felt the sudden urge to take control. It wouldn’t matter anyway, considering she probably wouldn’t see the boy again after this. ‘The boy’ she thought shamefully. She should probably refer to him as his name, even if it was just in her thoughts.

Though she was enjoying the moment they were having, she had spent all her patience last night. She put a finger under his chin, pulling his face up towards hers so they could kiss again. She was taken aback once more by his canines, though she didn’t mention it. It was kind of hot anyway.

She pulled him towards her, so that she was pinned between the shower wall and his chest, expertly continuing the kiss. Now for the tricky part. She wouldn’t want to surprise him, so she looked up, something mischievous glinting in her ivy eyes. “You ready?” she challenged, winding her arms around his neck and smirking.

Harlow was surprised by the soft moan that echoed from her mouth, and though her voice was smooth, it was a sound that probably would have flushed her cheeks had she been paying attention. She couldn’t tell if her thoughts were racing or if she just wasn’t thinking at all. His kisses had gone from soft to rough almost instantaneously, just as her breathing and heartbeat had kicked up to full speed.

Liam’s lips met her neck again, it seemed to be a place he liked. Maybe he was a vampire? She wouldn’t mind. Her legs constricted around his waist, pulling him closer so that there was hardly a place on their bodies that wasn’t together. One of her hands wound itself in his hair, while the other lay softly around his neck. Her head tipped back, eyes closed. Once one sense was cut off, the others became more powerful. Harlow lost all control of the sounds that escaped her parted lips, and her sighs became more and more pronounced and vocal. She bit her lip, attempting to smother them.

Liam reveled in the moans echoing around the bathroom. They were a crowd cheering him on, praising every movement of his hips. His back arched as he moved, his lips crushing into hers fora short time. It was true he did like the graceful bend of a womanjdz's neck, preferring to leave his mouth there. It was also so much easier to nibble and bite into the skin of the throat than focus on the movements of kissing. Teeth lockef on for a moment, not drawing blood but perhaps bruising Harlow's lips. Both hands gripped her thighs, pulling her onto him with a good amount of force.
Minutes of continuous movement passed, a wave of heat building within. A few minutes more an the wave broke over, a groan echoing with Harlow's around the bathroom. Movement continued for a moment more and the he was still, breath dragging in a out from his mouth.

When the time came, Harlow pressed herself further against him, feeling the heat of his body, and when he released her lips from his teeth, she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and neck. And it was over. She disengaged from the position, so that she was standing now, barely reaching his chest. But she stayed close to him, in a warm embrace as their breathing slowed and her head focused.

The moment had seemed more intimate, and Harlow wasn’t sure why. She didn’t think much on it though. When her heart rate and breathing had returned to normal, she stretched onto her tip toes and kissed him lightly before unfastening herself from their hold.

“Hmm” she scrutinized herself for a moment, body flushed from the heat, and she was surprised at the amount of steam in the room. She almost laughed. Though she was occupied with the contemplation of where she was going to get breakfast.