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Movie 🎥 The Bourne Identity (2002)

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~T

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H A R R Y 🔫

Red was all I could see. My eyes flickered to Scarlett who was shaking violently with tears flowing down her cheeks; she looked like she was on the verge of passing out. I shot Seth a warning glare as I made my way towards him. His thick brows pulled tightly over his dark eyes as he noticed me advancing.

   "Harry fuck off!" he spat, moving away from me. He pulled his hand out from under Scarlett's dress, the sight of it making me even angrier than I already was. He grabbed her arm roughly, causing her to yelp in pain, her knees buckled under her making her fall to the ground.

   "Harry, Help me," she choked out loud, gazing at me with her teary eyes. The sight of her crying and shaking made me snap instantly.

   "You disgusting fuck!" I snapped at him, grabbing his collar and shoving him away. His back collided with the wall on the other side of the hallway, making him groan before scowling and glaring up at me.

   "What the fuck is your problem?" he yelled at me, before quickly getting up throwing a weak punch at me. I dodged it easily before swinging my fist at his jaw, crashing into it forcefully, causing his face to snap to the side sharply. He stumbled back in shock and fell to the ground, cursing under his breath at me as he tried to get back up. "Why do you always have to go and steal my girl," he grumbled under his breath, turning his head to the side to spit out saliva mixed with blood.

   "She's not your girl Seth," I spat in anger and disgust, towering over him. "You were going to fucking rape her," I snarled, my nostrils flaring and eyes glaring.

   "So what? She wasn't going to remember it in the morning anyways," he smirked, making me literally spit in his face. "What the heck man!?" he exclaimed before I delivered a sharp kick to his ribs. "You prick!" He yelled, somehow managing to get up again and charged towards me. His fist came up at me once again and I dodged it, ducking down instantly before quickly springing back up with my fist flying towards his face. It hit him right in the jaw, making his face snap to the side. My other fist instantaneously came up from the other side, punching his other jaw with equal amount of force as the first time, causing his whole face to jerk towards he opposite side. The force of both of my punches caused his head to spin as he staggered backwards and lost his balance, crashing to the ground.

   "Get outta here," I growled, kicking him once again before pulling him up to his feet. I shoved him harshly to get him moving, making him stumble a couple of times before he started to walk away quickly.

  A harsh sigh pushed past my lips as I quietly examined my fists. They weren't damaged so that's good. A quiet sob brought me out of the daze I was in, reminding me that I wasn't alone.

   "Scarlett," I murmured quietly, gazing down at her before moving towards her. She was sat there against the wall with her knees drawn close to her chest, her limbs shaking with tears that were mixed with mascara, rolling down her cheeks. "Hey shhh it's okay now," I tried to calm her down but she wouldn't stop crying. She was gasping for breath, clutching her chest tightly as her eyes darted around the hallway as if she was worried Seth was going to pop up out of nowhere. "He's gone okay you're safe now," I assured her, my hand reaching out for her.

   "P-P-P-P-P-," she kept stuttering, moving away from my outstretched hand.

   "What? Speak clearly," I snapped, before instantly realizing how harshly I was speaking to her. "Fuck I'm sorry. What is it Scarlett?" I asked her once again, using a softer tone.

   "Pills," she stammered, her voice quivering as she spoke. It was a long way back to the apartments, getting to her pills would take too much time. I needed to calm her down quick otherwise she's going to go ballistic or something. "H-H-Harry I-I need m-my p-"

   "Shhh just come here," I hushed her, sitting down on the ground in front of her now. I slowly brought my hand up to brush her cheek gently, wiping the tears away from one side of her face. She shuddered under my touch, gazing at me with fearful eyes. "I won't hurt you," I whispered, unclenching my jaw to make me look softer. "I just want to protect you," I spoke honestly, gazing at her with genuine eyes as she continued to stare at me with her beautiful brown irises.

  After I spoke those last words, she slowly moved towards me. My lips parted in surprise when she dove forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face into my chest as she plopped herself down on my lap. I held her close to me, running one of my hands through her silky hair while I whispered comforting words into her ear.

   "Shhh it's okay you're safe now," I murmured into her ear as she continued to sob and breathe at the same time. Her whole body shook against mine, her chest heaved violently as loud noisy sobs left her lips. I could feel the skin of my neck and my t-shirt getting wet from her salty endless tears. After a few seconds, she pulled away slightly, her lips parting as she tried her hardest to take in deep breaths. "Look at me," I quietly commanded, tucking my fingers under her chin to move her face. "Follow me. One, two, three-" I counted before I took a deep breath, with her following me. We continued to take deep breaths until her breathing returned to normal and she wasn't shaking anymore. She roped her arms around my neck lazily as she laid her head against my chest, cuddling close to me.

   "I'm tired," she mumbled, her eyes fluttering close. I hummed in reply, tightening my arms around her as I stood up, carrying her in my arms as I made my way towards the exit of the building. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck as I stepped out into the cool night.

  A breeze washed over us, causing her to shiver in my arms, making me unintentionally hold her closer to my body. I quickly made my way towards the elevators, managing to punch the button with my elbow. Once the doors flew open, I stepped inside, shifting my arms slightly.

   "Put me down," she muttered, pulling away all of a sudden. "You're arms...are...probably tired," she groaned, shuffling in my arms.

   "No it's fine," I refused, keeping my arms firm against her. She gave up easily, relaxing her body against mine as we waited for the elevator to stop.

   "Where are you taking me?" she asked me once the elevator doors opened and I walked out.

   "To Blaze's apartment," I told her, quickening my pace.

   "Take me to yours," she quietly requested, causing me to look down on her with a frown. Strangely enough, I wanted to. I wanted to keep her with me because I was worried about her. Something I don't feel for anyone but her. She was heavily drugged and needed someone to take care of her. Plus I was positive it was Blaze who spiked her drink, as I saw her give to Scarlett in the first place. Good thing I followed her out into the hallway, otherwise I never would've been able to stop Seth.

   "Okay," I agreed softly. Once I somehow managed to open the door to my apartment, I quickly made my way towards the bathroom. I carefully set Scarlett down on the counter. My hands brushed her messy chocolate waves off her face, my hands carefully roaming around her body checking for any bruises. My jaw clenched in anger when I noticed the small bruises littered across her chest. My eyes flitted upwards, my breath hitching in my throat when I met her intense gaze.

   "Thank you Harry," she whispered, her hand reaching up to touch the one that was on her cheek. My eyes gazed at her intently, studying her in great detail. Even though we fought like twice or something, I sort of missed talking to her. Ever since that day with the elevator drama, she stopped talking to me. I guess she was really trying to avoid me, which didn't bother me as much. Okay maybe it kind of did. I had a feeling something bad happened to her because she's changed a lot in just a couple of weeks.

  She hardly talked to anyone except Dexter, Louis, Jade and much to my displeasure, Blake. She snaps at people a lot, talks back to Blaze a lot, and she was sarcastic more than ever. I preferred the old Scarlett, the one who'd cry a lot, who'd always blush, who'd always sprout out Chemistry facts when nobody really gives a shit. Now she's just this quiet empty soul, only speaking when spoken too, and had an explosive temper.

  My breath got caught in my throat when she turned her face, pressing her lips against the skin of my palm, giving it a gentle kiss. The small action caused sparks to shoot through my body. My gaze floated down to her lips, they looked so soft and pink. I was so tempted to kiss her, but I just couldn't.

   "I-I'll be right back," I stuttered all of a sudden, breaking away from her and moving out of the bathroom. Feeling uncomfortable in my current attire, I stripped down to just a pair of boxers before I went to the kitchen. I ran a hand through my tousled curls as I rummaged around looking for wet wipes. Once successfully finding it, I stood there for a moment trying to get my thoughts straight before I went back to Scarlett.

  I need to control my emotions around her. I need to control my fucking dick in my pants when I'm around her. I need to freaking control myself around her. She doesn't even do anything yet she makes me feel all jittery. I don't like it.

  I hurried back to the bathroom with the packet of wet wipes in my hand. Scarlett sat on the ledge of the counter with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands. A soft groan left her lips as I approached her; she lifted her head up, sensing my presence.

   "Tired?" I asked, gesturing for her to lean back. I had no idea what Blaze put in her drink, but whatever it was, it was powerful as fuck. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out.

   "Veryyyyyyyy," she slurred, before groaning again. "My head feels...like shit. Fuck," she groaned again, her eyes fluttering close as she leaned back.

   "Let me just clean you up, then I'll take you to bed okay?" I spoke as I pulled a wet tissue out of the packet. "Close your eyes," I instructed and she did so. With one hand tucked under her chin, I raised the other one with the tissue and set to work cleaning her make-up off.  My hand worked carefully on her face, wiping the messy black streaks that were staining her soft cheeks. Luckily she wasn't wearing that much make-up so it wasn't hard for me to get it all off. "Done," I whispered, making her eyes flutter open.

   She stared back at me quietly, her eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips. "Why did you...help me?" she asked.

    "Because you were in trouble, and I-" I paused for a second, trying to get my words right. "I think I have this sense of protection over you," I said, causing her brows to furrow slightly.

   "Really? Why?"

   "For all those times your Dad helped me out. I feel like I owe him. The least I could do is watch over you," I explained, stepping back to throw the dirty tissues away. I gestured for her to follow me and she nodded. She jumped off the counter but as soon as she landed on her feet she stumbled ahead, I moved forwards and wrapped my arms around her torso again; steading her as she looked up at me.

   "Thanks. I think my legs are asleep," she giggled all of sudden, clutching my forearms as she tried to stand up straight. I kept my arm around her waist as we walked out of the bathroom, she kept staggering as she went, falling down on the bed quickly. "Undress me," she ordered, standing up and turning around. Her legs seem to be awake now.

  Instead of answering, I quickly moved to my dresser to pick out a clean black t-shirt, before heading back to where she was standing. It's like she's drunk but she's not actually drunk she's drugged. I wonder if she's this bold whenever she's drunk.

   "Unzip me," she commanded softly, stepping back a bit, closer to me now but there was still space for my hand to maneuver between us. My hand lifted up to curl my fingers around her long hair, pushing it over her shoulder to reveal the back of the dress properly. It trailed over the skin of her back slowly, before landing on the zipper. I heard her exhale as I ran my fingers over the soft skin of her back before I started pulling the zipper down. My fingers worked at a slow pace, trailing over the newly exposed skin softly as they pulled at the zipper steadily.

  My breath got caught in my throat when I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Holy shit. Once the zipper reached the end, she turned her head slightly to send me a sexy smirk before she shimmied out of the dress. She bent over slightly to tug her dress down, as she did that her almost bare arse pushed against my crotch. I inhaled sharply at the feeling, almost losing my self-control when she looked back once again with that same damned smirk playing on her lips. My lips parted slightly when my gaze travelled down her body; they lingered around her arse, noticing the black lacey thong she was wearing. God please protect my dick and me tonight.

  My eyes slightly widened when she spun around all of a sudden. She had an arm wrapped around her bust, covering her breasts from my wide eyes. Stop staring at her like some hungry hyena Harry. She almost got raped for fuck's sake. I held up the t-shirt for her, she grabbed it with a smile before she turned around and pulled it on. It covered her fine arse perfectly and ended at her mid-thighs; she shot me another smile before she jumped onto the bed, diving under the covers.

  I let out a heavy sigh and followed her, trying to keep some distance from her as I pulled the covers over me. I lay on my side, staring into space as I tried to sleep. My body froze slightly went I felt shuffling behind me before I felt a body press itself against me. Scarlett leaned her forehead against my shoulder, trying to get comfortable, before she wound an arm around my waist. Was she...spooning me?

   "Scarlett?" I murmured tiredly, feeling her now press her cheek against my bare back.

   "Hmmm?" she responded, tightening her arm around my waist. This felt really weird and foreign. Why the fuck was she spooning me? "Sorry...I get...I get clingy when I'm...drunk," she mumbled awkwardly. I could just imagine her right now with a pout on her face.

   "You mean drugged?"

   "Drunk...drugged...whatever," she groaned, pushing her hand up to cover my lips. "Just stfu your voice isn't helping my headache," she grumbled, making me chuckle softly. She was so cute when she's drunk. Wait, no what? Cute? Since when did I think something or someone was cute?

   "Stfu? Seriously?"

   "Yesssss Harold, now shut the fuck up and let me hold you," she snapped into my ear playfully, causing me to flip around and pin her arms over her head. A gasp flew out of her perfect lips at the abrupt action; her shirt had risen slightly, bearing her flat stomach and her panties. Stop it Harry! "Well if you're not going to let me hold you, at least hold me," she scowled up at me, not at all fazed by how tightly I was gripping her wrists. It's like she's a different person when she's on drugs.

   "I don't like being touched," I snapped at her, causing her to frown at me before her eyes started to water.

   "I just want to hold someone because I feel scared and sad and lonely as fuck! I'm sorry I like to cuddle!" she whined loudly, a couple of tears escaping her eyes as I stared down at her in curiosity.

   "Jesus stop crying! Are you sure you're not on your period or something? You're so fucking emotional," I started shouting at her, before she began struggling. Maybe she was pregnant; she was acting like an over-emotional pregnant woman. Who knows? Blake might've finally gotten into her pants.

   "Fuck you! You, you -" she started to yell before I cupped her mouth with my hand. Right now I was kind of freaked out by how weird she was acting.

   "Shut up woman!" I whispered harshly to her and she did, surprisingly. She started speaking against my hand and I couldn't hear her properly so I moved my hand away.

   "Could you get off me? Harry Jr. is making me feel a bit uncomfortable," she said arching a brow, glancing down at my visible bulge in my boxers. I just rolled my eyes and got off her, falling on the other side of the bed. "Goodnight shithead," Scarlett sang, ending her words with a small giggle.

   "Goodnight Kitten," I muttered, a small smirk forming on my lips when she grumbled something incoherent under her breath, including my name. As I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifted away to one particular girl with dark brown locks and eyes.

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S C A R L E T T 💣

My eyes fluttered open, blinking a couple of times before staying open. A small yawn pushed past my lips as I tried to get comfortable again so I could go back to sleep. But my pillow felt weirdly hard for some reason. I lifted my head to look down at it, my eyes widened when they saw that it wasn't a fluffy white pillow but a tanned muscular chest I was sleeping on. My lips parted in slight shock when I realized that half of my body was sprawled across Harry's chest.

  I moved my leg, which was hooked onto his waist, causing him to groan deeply. My cheeks flushed when I realized that I could feel his bulge in his boxers pressed against my thigh. I tried to move away once again but Harry's arm was wound too tight around my shoulders, trapping me against his body.

   "How'd we end up like this, huh Kitten?" he spoke up all of a sudden, his raspy morning voice causing my stomach to do backflips. I gazed at him with my cheeks bright red, too tongue-tied to say anything when I started to realize I was wearing just his t-shirt and my panties.

   "Holy shit did we-" I shifted suddenly my eyes in shock before Harry immediately cut me off.

   "No! No, we didn't," he reassured me, as I lay my head back down on his chest again, deciding I was too lazy to move away now. Was I really drunk yesterday night? Oh no! My drunken state is probably the weirdest thing for anyone to experience. I get over-emotional, horny, I swear like a sailor and I get all clingy and awkward. I also get mood swings when I'm drunk.

   "Then what happened? Why am I here? And why does my head hurt like shit?" I asked, causing Harry to groan in annoyance. His hand moved up from my shoulder to clamp down on my mouth.

   "I'll answer your annoying questions after breakfast," he rasped, before he groaned when I shifted my leg over his crotch again. "Stop doing tha-" he pleaded before he exhaled harshly when I moved my leg once more with more pressure. I gazed at him as my hand slowly travelled down his chest. I don't know where I got this sudden confidence to do something like this; I was probably still drunk or something, I still felt kind of woozy.

  Harry stared at me, his eyes sending me a warning as if to stop what I was doing, but I didn't. I know he wanted this, he's just over-thinking everything. My father's dead, Harry shouldn't be thinking about what would happen if he was alive. Thoughts like this ran through my head, as I laid my palm flat on his toned stomach, feeling his taunt muscles under it as I slid it further down towards his crotch.

   "Just relax Harry," I murmured, dropping my lips to press a kiss onto the swallow tattoo under his left collarbone. His eyes fluttered close when I pressed the heel of my palm against his hard on, rolling it against it multiple times. A groan rumbled through his chest as my hand quickly slipped under the band of his boxers.

   "Fuck," he cursed as my hand stroked his large length, my eyes widening slightly as I felt his impressive size. He's really...big.

  He was warm and silky in my hand as I slid my hand up and down his shaft slowly, letting my thumb ghost over the tip of his head. My eyes flickered back up to Harry, watching his reaction as I continued to move my hand up and down. His eyes were still open, staring back at me intensely with his lips slightly parted with breaths coming out uneven and shallow. Something about watching him like this, so unguarded and vulnerable, gave me immense pleasure.

  A smirk grew on my lips as I let my thumb roll over the head of his throbbing dick, causing Harry to inhale sharply at the feeling. A low moan left his lips when I brought my thumb down on the slit, dipping into it, letting my blunt fingernail scrap it ever so gently. His hips jerked up at the action, a low raspy moan of pleasure leaving his dark pink lips at the action.

   "Faster," Harry spoke again, his voice coming out strained and heavy, telling me that he was closer to the edge. My hand sped up it's movements on him, my wrist swiveling sharply as I tried to bring him to closer to release. With another rough twist of my wrist and a swipe of my thumb over his swollen head, Harry let out an audible groan as he tensed up and released.

  I tried to ignore the warm sticky liquid that coated my hands from his release as I stared up at him with a smirk on my face. His eyes were closed now, deep breaths drawing past his lips as he tried to gain composure. My breath hitched in my throat when his eyes flew open suddenly, gazing back at me with a dark look. A look of confusion flashed across his face as he tried to take a deep breath, I pulled my hand out of his boxers and got off him.

   "Did that...fuck...did that just actually happen?" Harry asked himself rather than me. As if he didn't believe I was capable of unraveling him that quickly with just my hand. I giggled softly as I got off the bed, before answering him.

   "Yep," I responded, popping the 'p' as I made my way to the bathroom. "Consider it as a 'thank you' for letting me stay here," I threw him another seductive smirk before I disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him on the bed with a stunned and confused look covering his features.

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Excuse me while I go bathe in holy water🚿

This is the first actual smut scene of 'Kill & Run' omg. What did you guys think? Was it good?

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Love you guys to the fridge and back, until we meet again...

~T