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{WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT 😏}

Movie 🎥 Collateral (2004)

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~T

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"Harry-" My air supply and words were literally cut off when he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, surprising me completely.

I inhaled his cologne, burying my face into his chest as I roped my arms around his torso and pulled him even closer. I wasn't sure as to why he was hugging me but I didn't care as much. It felt good to hug him like this, to be in his arms again after a week. It sounded like I was attached to him and I guess that was partly the truth. His arms felt like home to me.

I inhaled quietly when I felt his lips pucker to press a simple innocent kiss to my neck, the feeling of his lips causing my skin to tingle. I squeezed his torso in response, and he simply tightened his hold on my shoulders. But as he did that, a sharp pain shot down my body from the bullet wound in my shoulder, causing me to groan a little.

"Oh shit," he cursed, loosening his arms around me to pull away and stare at my face. "I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, his fingers touching the skin of my shoulder where the t-shirt failed to cover.

I saw him staring at the small bullet wound scar that was peeking out from beneath my t-shirt. His fingers moved to pull the hem of my t-shirt down slightly, just enough to reveal the scar. My lips parted in surprise when he ducked down slowly, pressing his lips against the scar, heating up the spot with the lingering kiss he left on it. The action caused my heart to melt and my stomach to flutter. The small sweet action meant a great deal to me.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, pulling away with his eyes still on the scar, his thumb tracing it as he spoke.

"What are you sorry for?" I frowned, knowing he was now apologizing for something different.

"I promised I'd protect you," he muttered lowly, hoping I wouldn't hear him but I did.

"Harry, you can't protect me from doing my job," I said softly. I was going to get more battle wounds like this once I become an actual assassin, which was going to happen in about two days. "Do not beat yourself up over this," I told him firmly, grasping his chin and tugging his face for his gaze to meet mine.

"But-"

"No buts, this is ridiculous. I mean, it's just a bullet wound, nothing severe," I told him. A bullet wound around here in The Organization was nothing compared to what other people had experienced. "Now just let it go, okay?" I said softly, cradling his cheek while staring into his gorgeous emerald eyes.

"Okay," he responded. He leaned down to kiss my lips gently, his soft lips curling around my bottom lip, bringing it down to suck on it.

"Y'know," he mumbled into the kiss, before he broke it to speak properly. "Your lips are flawlessly shaped to fit mine," he smiled faintly, his thumb tracing my bottom lip as I smiled uncontrollably. There goes my heart again.

"I guess you're right," I giggled softly, leaning up to kiss his lips again.

The kiss grew passionate and slightly rough, swollen lips parting, tongues colliding heavily, noses bumping. It was almost like Harry was kissing me desperately. He lifted me up all of a sudden, walking through the open front door, into the apartment before he slammed it shut with his foot. His lips kissed mine hungrily, his fingertips digging into the back of my thighs as he held me up.

I felt my back hit the smooth leather of the couch, Harry's body hovering over me as he kissed me hard. My fingers were laced into his soft curls, twirling the ringlets around them as he broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jawline. I whimpered when I felt his teeth nip the area he last gave me a love bite, which was fading away until he decided to resurface it again.

"Someone missed me," I found myself saying with a smirk, and then he suddenly pushed his hips against mine. I groaned when he rolled them, his bulge grinding against my aching core torturously slow.

"I guess you could say that," he said to my surprise, since he wasn't really denying what I said.

I couldn't speak anymore as my breath got caught in my throat when his hand dove between our bodies and cupped my center. I inhaled sharply when he moved his hand against me, eliciting soft moans from my mouth. I was currently wearing tights and the material was so thin I could feel his fingers rub against me in a heavenly way. He watched me with a satisfying smirk on his face. My body writhed under him in pleasure, as he touched me through my tights and panties, making me grow wetter by the second.

My eyes reluctantly opened when I felt his heavy gaze on me as he moved his hand. A smirk was tugging at his dark pink lips, his fern eyes hooded as they stared straight into my dark ones. He ducked down a bit, until his lips were hovering over mine. I waited impatiently for him to kiss me but he just gazed down at me with a look of lust in his eyes and a hint of a smirk.

Growling in frustration, I moved my hand around the nape of his neck and tugged his face down, for his lips to meet mine in a heated kiss. Waves of heat and pleasure rolled over my body by every push of his tongue against mine, his teeth sunk into my bottom lip, tugging it backwards before letting it go. His other hand was gripping my t-shirt almost angrily as if he wanted to tear to off. I was a bit hesitant about that, not sure if this was going too far because I didn't want to rush into things like that.

Suddenly the doorbell rang throughout the apartment, ceasing our movements. Then we heard a loud shout along with some banging. It was Louis and Dexter. Harry cursed under his breath, sighing harshly against my lips before he gave them one last kiss, then he pulled away. He grasped my hand, pulling me up along with him before he left the living room to go open the door, where Louis was still yelling continuously.

"What the fuck do you want?" Harry snapped in annoyance once he opened the door. I couldn't see them from where I was in the living room, but I could hear their voices.

"Where is she?" Louis demanded excitedly, making me giggle softly to myself before I pushed myself off the couch and headed over to the front door. "Lettie!" Louis exclaimed, engulfing me in a big hug.

"Louis, hey," I laughed softly, squeezing his shoulders. "Missed you loads," I told him honestly.

"Missed you more," he winked, making me laugh once again, and Harry snort at how ridiculous Louis sounded to him. "Is there a problem here, Shithead?"

"Shut the fuck up, you tiny twat," Harry grumbled with a scowl, turning away and walking back into the apartment. I chuckled quietly before I left firm arms wrap around me in another big warm hug.

"You forgot about me!" Dexter pouted playfully, once he pulled away. I mirrored his expression and ruffled his hair, making him scowl at me, swatting my hands away.

"Come on in guys!" I said, gesturing towards the inside of the apartment.

"Wow this place is neat! Like, seriously, it's so clean in here," Louis, commented, gazing around the minimalist themed apartment in slight awe.

"Yeah, Harry is a neat freak," I told them with a chuckle as we walked into the kitchen. We chatted about my field mission and how apparently word had gotten around that I saved half of the people on the team.

"You're a hero Lettie," Dexter told me honestly, and I simply shook with head. "Well, heroine. But still," he gave me a serious look.

"Come on, guys it's not like you wouldn't do it," I laughed lightly, before noticing their guilty expressions and how they weren't laughing along with me. "Seriously?"

"Don't get mad Scarlett, but we're just wired like that to think about our own safety before others. That's why we have the tendency to leave people behind," Louis explained uneasily as I gazed at them mouth agape. They seemed like such sweet and caring people, and they were exactly that. Unfortunately, I was reminded again of how they were assassins at the end of the day.

"That's just...wow," I muttered, not finding the right words to describe what I was feeling. I shook it off, changing the topic to something else.

We somehow ended up talking about Harry, and he had changed considerably after that whole Blake incident. Dex and Louis told me that he was still the same old cruel Harry, but I saw him in a different perspective, it was as if Harry only changed himself whenever he was with me. I told them about how he called me a few nights after I had gotten shot, desperate to know if I was okay.

"He cares for you," Louis commented, as I sipped on my orange juice.

"I don't know, Louis. He's never actually told me that he does, like, I want to hear it from him," I said quietly, wary of how Harry was going just in the living room watching TV.

"Lettie, it's so obvious," Dexter tried to convince me but I shook my head slightly.

"I'll believe it when I hear it. The last time I called him out on it, he denied it in a really harsh way. I do not want that to happen again," I told them firmly, setting my glass down. We started talking about one of Louis' recent missions. I tied my hair up while conversing, feeling it getting slightly hot in the kitchen.

"Oh my fucking god, what is that?" Louis gaped, making me frown my brows. He walked over to me and grasped my face, tilting it to the side to gaze at my neck. "Oi Dex! Come here!" he called out.

"Damn, he sure likes to mark his property," Dexter chuckled lowly; prodding at the small bruises on my neck that Harry had given me earlier.

"I'm not his property," I hissed softly, swatting their hands away.

"Sorry we interrupted whatever was going on," Louis snickered, while I glared at him. They started making orgasmic faces to mock me; I just rolled my eyes at them and left the kitchen. Harry's gaze flickered to my figure as I entered the living room.

"Are they gone yet?" he asked me. I simply smiled and shook my head, taking a seat next to him. "I don't even understand why you like them, they're just so...childish."

"Not all the time," I disagreed. "Only when they want to. They can be serious too," I told him.

"Sure," he scoffed. "Always on about being 'best bunnies'. Pathetic, really," he muttered, while I narrowed my eyes at him, not at all pleased with the way he was talking about my friends.

"At the end of the day, they are still tough assassins who could probably beat your ass," I defended, making him finally turn his attention to me.

"I highly doubt that, Kitten," he smirked, finding it amusing I was getting so riled up already.

"Stop calling me that," I scowled at him, making him smirk even wider, until his cute dimple popped out. "Harold the frog."

"I am not a frog," he shot, shoving my shoulder lightly, making me gape at him.

"Yes you are! You stubborn little frog!" I shoved him back with much force, only for him to laugh as he seemed unfazed.

"Baby, I'm not little or a frog," he chuckled, grabbing my wrists when I raised my arms up to hit him.

I struggled against him, scrunching my face up as he held my wrists in his large hands. He suddenly pushed me backwards, my back hitting the sofa as he pinned my arms over my head with one hand. His other hand rose up to pinch my nose, making me let out a weird noise at that. I was laughing uncontrollably, our childish fight turned into a small wrestling tournament as I tried to push Harry off of me.

Suddenly he started to tickle me, and I was an extremely ticklish person. His fingers tickled me relentlessly as I squealed breathlessly, my face turning tomato red as my body squirmed around. I could tell he was struggling to keep ahold of me as my body thrashed around crazily. My legs were bouncing up and down, and suddenly one of them slammed upwards against his crotch accidentally.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled all of a sudden, making me realize what I had done when he let go of me to place his hands on his crotch.

"Oh my god," I breathed, my hands hovering in front of his figure, not sure where to be placed. "I'm so so so so so sorry," I apologized sincerely, watching his face contort in pain as he sat back on his calves.

"Jesus Christ Scarlett. This is the second fucking time," he groaned, his eyes were squeeze shut and his pink lips were pressed in a hard line.

"I'm so sorry-" I started to say before Louis and Dexter entered the living room all of a sudden.

"Hey Lettie! We're...just gonna go now," Louis cheerful tone fell when he noticed Harry cupping his balls in pain. "Yeah, we're gonna go, see you later," he said awkwardly, as I smiled tightly at them and nodded.

I turned back to Harry once they had disappeared, but I heard Louis say something along the lines of 'I totally ship them'. Ignoring what he said, I stared at Harry in worry, not sure how I could ease his pain at all. I continued to apologize until he opened his eyes and relaxed a little, I must've hit him really hard.

"Scarlett?"

"Yes, Harry," I answered once I ended my rambling.

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped quietly, making me frown before I started chuckling a little. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because seeing you in pain is oddly pleasing."

"You're sadistic, y'know that?" he told me, and I gasped.

"I'm the sadist?" I gaped dramatically, placing a hand on my chest in exaggerated shock.

"Yes you're the sadist. It's not like I kick you in the vagina and watch you scream in pain," he shot, making me cringe.

"Please don't," I grimaced, moving away from him. "I'm sorry though, you shouldn't have tickled me in the first place," I apologized once again.

"I wouldn't have if I knew you were going to kick me in the balls," he rolled his eyes at me, as he got off the couch. "I'll be back soon, I've got a meeting with Valkyrie," he informed me shortly, meeting me by the doorway.

"When will I be able to attend these meetings?" I asked him, standing in front of his body as he paused to gaze at me.

"When you become an assassin," he told me, eyes glancing down the empty hallway outside the door, as if checking it anyone's there. Then he turned his gaze back to me and ducked down to press a lingering kiss to my lips. "I'll be back soon," he whispered, with a stroke of his thumb on my cheek, and then he was gone.

It was already three in the afternoon after I spent majority of the time dozing off on the couch after watching countless episodes of what I think was Supernatural. Harry still wasn't back from the meeting and I assumed he had already eaten lunch at the mess hall, so I made myself a quick salad since I wasn't feeling as hungry and tucked into it quickly.

As I was eating, there happened to be a sex scene going on. I normally didn't care as much when erotic scenes came up but this time I felt somewhat aroused. Mainly because I still slightly aroused from earlier, and all of my thoughts were of what if Harry did this and that. So many 'what ifs' were swirling around my head as I watched the scene, feeling more and more aroused as I started to imagine Harry doing the exact same actions to me. I suddenly felt the urge to touch myself, something I hadn't done in what seemed like ages.

After quickly disposing my leftovers, I turned off the TV and rushed to the bathroom, eager to get into the shower to try and forget all of this. Once I was stripped bare with the bathtub all filled up, I slid into the warm water. The water felt heavenly against my naked skin, I sighed deeply, shutting my eyes as I leaned further into the water until it reached my chin. Those provocative thoughts entered my mind once again; the thoughts of Harry's rough touch on my soft skin arousing me all over again.

I felt one of my hands travel down my flat stomach, towards my aching core. I inhaled sharply as I slid my middle finger into my wet folds, feeling the warmth and wetness down there. A soft whimper left my lips as my fingers rubbed my clit gently, pleasure shooting up my body as I did so.

I imagined him as I touched myself. I imagined it was Harry touching me, his rough fingers gliding up my slit, his thumb circling my clit, his lanky digits sliding into my wet entrance. The thoughts of him certainly helped me edge closer and closer to my high. A slightly louder moan escaped my mouth when I added an extra finger, pumping them slowly in and out of me, imaging them as Harry's long lanky ones.

I wasn't afraid of holding back on my moans, as I knew for a fact Harry wasn't in the apartment, so he couldn't hear me. My thighs parted even further as continued to slide my fingers in and out of my entrance. My other hand crept up to fondle with my breast, pinching the bud to add extra pleasure. Moans of his name were leaving my lips now, as I used my thumb to circle my clit while my fingers continued thrusting.

The temperature of the bathroom was quickly rising, my cheeks flushing red from all this intense pleasure I was feeling. My fingers quickened its pace as I found myself imaging Harry's wet lips all over my neck as his hand moved between my legs. I was almost convinced for a moment it was Harry fingering me all this time, and that's what pushed me over the edge.

A loud moan of his name flew out of my mouth as I finally came. My breathing was heavily as my hand fell limply to my side, my body slumping down into the water as I laid there in euphoric bliss. After a few minutes I scrubbed myself clean and emptied the tub. I got out of the tub, tugging on my panties and bra, before wrapping a towel around my half-bare body. I gazed at myself at the mirror, noticing how my cheeks were still flushed and my lips were slightly dark from pressing them together or biting my lower lip constantly. I exhaled quietly, running a hand through my slightly wet hair before I exited the bathroom.

As soon as my eyes looked up, my heart dropped. To my horror, Harry was lying on the bed, tapping away on his phone with a smirk. His smirk widened when he noticed my flustered self, his eyes glinting mischievously as I felt like disappearing at that moment.

"Someone was having fun."

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~T