040. MIRRORS // FUN FACT

Rory knew she had never been happier than she felt at this very moment - for once, she stopped thinking about the bruises that marked her skin and began to enjoy herself.

In fact, for the first time in her life, she enjoyed being alive.

Every part of the day she spent with Harry felt like a moment written for a romance movie. The thing he brought back from her apartment because he remembered her wearing them or the products he purchased because she used them. He could have packed random clothes or purchased a generic brand of shampoo, but he didn't. Every time her mind flashed to the food he bought her, the coffee machine, textbooks, or snowglobe that reminded her of home, her chest filled with so much warmth she wanted to burst into tears over it.

All the little things made her feel like it was too good to be true.

And now, enjoying their picnic while listening to the baseball game happening across the river through the radio, Rory never wanted the night to be over.

To her surprise, once the game had ended, neither of them made a move to the car. Laying back, glancing up at the sky, she found herself lost in a trance, looking at the stars. She never understood why people did this - but now she did.

It was beautiful.

"Did you know your brain is made of sixty percent fat?" she asked, sitting up.

His brows pulled together over the sudden remark. "Excuse me?"

"Your brain is made up of sixty percent fat. Did you know that?"

"Is this your way of coming up with an insult, Bambi?"

Rory, who was now the one left confused by his reply, cocked her head to the side. "No. A fatty brain is good - fatty acids are crucial for brain performance." Turning her attention to the water, she muttered, "If I wanted to insult you, I would have said your brain is rock solid."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Pouting her bottom lip, she said, "It's just a fun fact, you know."

Harry reached over his hand and placed it on her thigh. "I'm sorry, Bambi. It's not every day someone tells me that my brain is fat." Giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, he asked, "Did you just have that fact stored in your fatty brain or did you learn that recently?"

"I read it today. But I already knew it from reading about it when I was younger."

"Oh, yeah? What else did you read about today?"

Her face lit up at the question. "Do you really want to know?"

Harry nodded.

"The brain is the fattiest organ in the human body. And the essential fatty acids you need for brain performance must be obtained from dietary sources."

"What kind of dietary sources?"

"Salmon, blueberries, nuts, and leafy greens... just to name a few."

"Well, it's a good thing I am trying to get you to eat better."

She rolled her eyes. "If I ate any better, I would overload my brain with so many fatty acids that I would become too powerful for the world. I'm trying to do everyone a favour here."

"Fine. But it wouldn't kill you to eat more vegetables and less frozen dinners." Noting her glare, he quickly asked, "What else is there to know about my fatty brain?"

"Brain development begins here," she pressed her finger against the back of his skull, "And works its way to the front," her finger trailed over his scalp to the centre of his forehead. "So, your frontal lobes, which control your planning, reasoning, and emotional expression, just to name a few, are the last to strengthen."

"And how do you think my planning, reasoning, and emotional expression have strengthened?"

"For the most part, I think it's quite strong."

"For the most part?"

"Your emotional expression could use some work," she admitted honestly, "However, most research suggests that the brain forms until you're about twenty-five. So, you're a bit out of luck on that one, old man."

"Maybe you'll just have to teach me then."

"That's quite the task. Tonight would indicate that you're improving, but to test the theory over the long term, I think you might need some private tutoring sessions."

Harry grinned. "Thank god you're brilliant - I bet you'll be able to fix me right up."

"Brilliant? Is that your way of dancing around saying that I'm smart?"

"You know I think you are," he said, leaning closer to her.

Mirroring his action, she replied, "Say it then. Tell me I'm smart."

"Rory," he whispered, a grin spreading across his lips.

"Yes, Harry?"

"You... are... extremely..." he dragged out every word, knowing just how annoyed it would make her, "smart."

"Do you mean it?"

His lips brushed against hers. "I wouldn't say it if I didn't, Bambi. Trust me."

"Now tell me I'm the smartest person you know!"

"You're the smartest person I know." Noticing the glimmer in her eyes, he asked, "You like it when I tell you how smart you are, don't you?"

Releasing a sound that could only be described as a moan, Rory sank her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded.

"Is this turning you on?"

"Definitely."

Harry didn't know if it was her innocent doe-eyed glance or the fact that she was admitting that she was turned on that caused the groan to escape his mouth.

As he edged closer, a large rumble of thunder in the sky pulled them apart, and they looked up at the sky. A large drop of rain fell, landing right in the middle of Harry's forehead. Rory giggled as he blinked in surprise, his eyes crossing as he watched it run down the bridge of his nose.

The gentle rain drops lasted only a few seconds before the torrential downpour began. Harry immediately scrambled to get their things and tossed them into the basket while Rory enjoyed the moment.

"Bambi! Come on!" Harry called out, reaching for her hand. "Let's get in the car!"

"But it's so pretty!" she yelled, twirling around.

With a defeated sigh, Harry hurried to the car and tossed the items into the back seat before running back to her. He wanted to tell her she was being silly and to get in the car, yet the look of pure joy she wore silenced him immediately.

Following her gaze, he began to see what she did.

Droplets of rain fell onto the top of the river before disappearing underneath with the rest of the water. It danced across the water, crashing with each wave that passed.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry looked to the side, his attention no longer focused on the weather storm they stood under. He was taken away by looking at the one who watched it all unfold. The smile that spread across her lips and the way her eyes widened with delight caused him to mirror the same.

"It is."

Rory stole a glance at him. "You're not even watching!" she scolded.

"I am." Harry stepped towards her. Placing two fingers under her chin, he turned her head and, without waiting another second, pressed his lips to hers.

It was a short kiss - yet one that left her breathless and desperate for more.

"Beautiful," he said, stroking his hand against her cheek.

Soaked from head to toe, the two walked back to the car hand-in-hand, only pulling away once they reached the passenger side door. Once they were both safely inside the vehicle, Harry turned on the heat to help aid the shivering Bambi next to him. He reached over, taking both her hands in his and rubbed them together for warmth.

It should have been a sign that something interrupted the moment each time they were about to kiss. Neither of them wanted nor cared to think it through; they were too consumed by lust for one another to give it a second thought.

Rory broke the silence, her voice a seductive whisper, asking, "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Harry grinned. Without wasting another second, he leaned forward and sealed their fate with a kiss. "Desperately," he said against her lips, kissing her again. "You don't know how long I've been wanting this."

And once it started, the weeks of secret desire they each kept bottled in could no longer keep it held below the surface. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Rory kept her lips locked to his, never wanting this moment to end.

When Harry pulled back to allow them to catch a breath, Rory thought about how she wouldn't mind suffocating that way. Death by suffocation of kissing. At least that didn't sound so bad compared to when they fucked, and she wondered about dying over his cock.

Wondering whether he would still think she was smart if he knew the thoughts running through her mind, Rory smiled to herself.

She leaned forward, placing her hand on his thigh, peppering kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

"Bambi," Harry said in a warning tone.

Collecting the droplets of rain by running her tongue against the skin of his neck, up to his ear, she innocently asked, "Yes, Harry?" Keeping her eyes fixated on his, she continued to kiss along his skin until her mouth was back on his. Sliding her hand dangerously high up his thigh, she quickly kissed him. "Is there something you wanted to say?"

With her body hanging over the armrest, Rory was in complete control of him. They both knew it. Harry wanted to tell her they should slow down and take their time, but he was weak under her. In one swift movement, she was pulled out of her seat and into his lap.

Tightening his hold around her, Harry pulled the lever under his seat and pushed it back to give them more room. Hand moving to the back of her neck, he guided her lips back to his. It was still cramped, but at least Rory had more room to straddle his waist without her back pressed against the steering wheel.

The soaked material of her dress clung uncomfortably to her frame - and so, while they kissed, she brushed the dress straps off each shoulder, causing it to pool around her waist. 

Harry pulled back, thinking her movements were due to being in an uncomfortable position. However, he was surprised to see her bare chest, paired with a smirk crossing her lips.

"Like what you see?"

Barely managing a "holy shit, yes," Harry's lips went right to her neck, kissing and nipping the skin, before travelling further down. Every inch of her exposed skin felt the attention of his lips in one way or another. And the sounds of approval that escaped her signalled he was doing an excellent job at it.

Rory knew she missed this - god, did she ever. He knew where to keep his attention, focusing on the spots that made her weak and craving more. One hand gripped the headrest while the other tangled in his hair - each tug gave Harry more encouragement to keep going. 

With one hand sprawled across her back, he stabilized them to prevent falling back - but that didn't stop Rory from clinging on as if her life depended on it. Harry moved his hand to her thigh, inching up her bare skin and pushing the material of her dress.

"Please, Harry," she said, her words sounding like a whine, "Please touch me."

Desperate; that's how they were for each other. It was evident in how Rory rocked her hips back and forth against him and how Harry instantly responded, giving her what she needed.

"Since you asked so kindly, Bambi," he teased, wetting two fingers before they disappeared in between her legs. "Fuck, you're tight."

Rory gripped the driver's seat with her hands, forcing her body not to slump forward due to the rush of pleasure. Although, it was becoming increasingly hard to do once his lips returned to her skin. She felt him bite down and suck, knowing it would leave a mark. But she didn't care - he could mark every inch of her skin if he wanted to as long as it felt this good.

He kissed towards the centre of her neck, teeth scraping against her pulse. When his lips returned to hers, Rory realized how she craved this level of intimacy with him. She never cared much for foreplay, but she never wanted it to end with Harry. She wanted to be showered with his kisses.

It wasn't long before Rory reached for his belt and fumbled with the buckle, uttering a whiny "more" against his lips.

Harry pulled back and grabbed hold of her wrists with his free hand. "Are you sure?"

"I've never-" Rory fell silent, and her eyes closed due to his sudden movements causing the fingers inside her to curl. "Holy shit," she gasped. "M-more-"

"Are you-"

"Yes, I'm fucking sure," she interjected. Her hips bucked against his hand, attempting to find some relief. "Do you want me to beg? Is that what gets you off, Harry?" Without waiting for a response, she kissed him passionately before whispering, "Please, Harry," her bottom lip pouted out, "Please fuck me."

He didn't respond with words. However, Rory could tell from the glimmer in his eyes that her begging was actually getting him off. Normally, she would have rolled her eyes at such a thing. But that wasn't the case with him; she would happily beg whenever he wanted.

Harry removed his hand between her legs and raised it to her lips. Without hesitation, Rory took his two fingers into her mouth and eagerly sucked them clean. Her eyes remained on his as she moved her mouth, swirling her tongue around every inch of his skin.

Pulling off, she licked her lips and smiled proudly.

"You really do need to get fucked, don't you?"

Rory nodded, her bottom lip pouting once again. But as she took his length in his hand, she was reminded of how big he was - and was left wishing he had warmed her up a bit longer.

"Are you alright?"

Pressing her knees into the seat, she lifted her hips and aligned his tip to her entrance. "Go slow," she whispered.

"We'll go as slow as you need," he replied, giving her a soft peck. "There's no need to rush when we have all the time in the world."

Rory wanted to overanalyze his words and determine what it meant to him, but she was distracted by a bigger task.

Her mouth fell open, brows furrowing in concentration as he pushed in.

"You okay, baby?"

Baby? That's new, she thought to herself. But thinking about the new nickname only lasted so long before her thoughts were overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Good," she mumbled, nodding her head. "So, so good."

Keeping a tight grip on her thighs, he ensured her body lowered slowly, easing into things. Rory leaned forward, pressing her lips to his and muffling the moans that begged to escape. But it wasn't long until she had to pull back, unable to keep her sounds contained as her hips rocked up and down.

"Fuck-"

"Shit-" Harry groaned, "Still so tight-"

"Mmm," was all she could manage, closing her eyes. "Good... so..."

"You're doing such a good job," he praised, "Taking it all for me... like such a... good girl."

Those two words were Rory's undoing.

Harry knew that, of course. It's exactly why he said them.

And when she noticed the sly smirk painted across his lips, Rory knew she was falling more for the man.

The storm continued to take over the world from the outside. But within the car, shielded by the fogged windows, all she could focus on was the beating of her heart. 

Whenever she looked at him, Rory remembered what it felt like for her heart to beat for someone else. His green eyes were a trance; she feared her heart might leap out of her chest one day if she stared too long. 

If the storm outside threatened to take them away, she would welcome it with open arms.

Where ever she went, as long as Harry was by her side, Rory would be happy.

Because that's what he did...

He made her happy. 

AW! OUR FAVOURITE COUPLE IS BACK TOGETHER!

HAPPILY EVER AFTER!!