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061. GOOD // MOO

Harry had trouble recalling a time he felt this happy.

Pure, innocent and simple: three words he never thought his emotions could be like. That feeling flowed through his chest, spreading warmth and making his heart feel whole. He expected this was the kind of joy someone described when recalling times from their childhood - when the world could be viewed with rose-coloured glasses. Harry didn't have many of those of his own.

Now, it felt like he was looking right into the eyes of that very definition of happiness.

All because of her.

They had a future together. One he never pictured for himself. One that could include marriage and kids. His excitement over the idea didn't mean they would get hitched that day or start trying for kids. No, that was years away for them. But the very thought that someone else wanted those things with him was something he never expected.

There were lots of things that never made sense. His mind had been scrambled enough to forget the simplicity of having his own thought or making a decision based on choice.

However, Rory made it all simple. The idea of them together was simple. His feelings for her were simple. Their future together was simple.

And that simplicity was exactly why Harry knew he was in love with her.

"Harry?" a voice called out from downstairs. "Is she okay with pizza?"

"Shit."

Rory furrowed her brow. "Why is Kip asking-"

"Are you okay with pizza?" Receiving a nod of approval, Harry turned his head and yelled over his shoulder, "Yeah, it's fine!"

"Okay, good!"

As Harry turned his attention to the one sitting next to him, another shout from Kip forced an exasperated sigh to replace the words he meant to say.

"Dallas couldn't wait any longer, so he already ordered!" Kip shouted. "And it will be here soon!"

"Sounds good, buddy. We will be down in a few minutes!" His head remained turned over his shoulder, eyes focused on the bedroom door as he waited - wanting to ensure there would be no more interruptions. "Sorry about that," he told her quietly, returning his gaze once and for all.

"Buddy," she repeated, pressing her lips together to suppress a giggle.

"What's wrong with saying, buddy?"

"Nothing! You're just so adorable with him, that's all."

"I have to be careful with how I speak to Kip. He's not like Dallas or Colson."

Seeing how his voice softened when speaking about Kip warmed Rory's heart. "He's a sensitive boy."

"Yeah," he agreed, "All three of them are my brothers, but I can snap at the other two, knowing it will bounce right off them - but not Kip. He can actually make me feel bad. So, I try to be careful."

"Aw, protective of your baby brother."

"Well, there are only so many people in this world that can make me cautious of how I speak to them."

"What about me? Are you careful with how you speak to me?"

"Yes. However, I've quickly learned that sometimes being too cautious leads you to let that brattiness overflow."

Rory pouted her bottom lip. "But if I'm bratty, doesn't that mean you'll just teach me a lesson?" With her head cocked slightly to the side, she leaned forward and teasingly said, "And getting taught a lesson is my favourite part."

"Is that so?"

Humming a 'yes' in response, Rory placed her hand on his thigh and trailed it along the inside of his pant leg. "How else will I learn..." her voice spoke in a seductive whisper, "...if you don't punish me?"

"That is a good point, Bambi."

"If you wanted to, you could teach me a quick lesson right now."

Harry watched his vixen closely, every slight flicker of where her eyes moved and the way her hand rested conveniently near his crotch. Whatever devious game she wanted to play, Harry was more than happy to oblige. "Do you think you deserve one?"

"Yes."

"Is that so?" he tsked, adding a disappointed head shake for dramatic effect. "Why don't you sit on my lap and tell me why you deserve a lesson?"

Rory quickly got into position, not needing to be asked twice. She swung her leg over his and straddled his lap. Her head hung low, but the proud smirk of pleasure crossing her lips became impossible to hide. And as she felt his hand snake through her hair, a whimper of approval begged to release from her lips.

"Have you been a bad girl, Bambi?" Replying with only a nod, she swiftly received a tug of her hair. "Words."

"Yes, sir."

"Say it."

"I've been-"

"Look at me when you speak," he roughly cut her off. The hand not tangled in her hair went to her throat. He slid his hand up her jaw, grabbing her chin and tilting her head. As his eyes met those large doe-eyes filled with lust, he had to resist the urge to take her right there and then. "Now, repeat it."

She wet her lips before telling the long-haired devil, "I've been a bad girl. A very bad girl."

"Tell me."

"I think about someone... When we're together... when we're apart... when I wasn't supposed to," a knowing grin curved onto her mouth, "...all the time. I think I'm addicted to thinking about him."

Releasing the grip from her hair and chin, his hands simultaneously slid down her body, moving to rest on her hips. A gentle squeeze of her skin caused the poor thing to jump forward in her surprise. Her hands rested on his shoulders for support as she sunk back down into his lap, pressing her core directly onto his crotch. Harry had to do everything at that moment to suppress a groan.

"Thinking about someone hardly makes you a bad girl, Bambi."

Quickly replacing the smirk more a more innocent look, her eyes peered up at him as she delicately whispered, "But it's how I think about him. It's very, very naughty."

"Go on."

"I think about how he chokes me and pulls my hair when we fuck." Dipping her head forward, their noses brushed with a slight touch. "I picture every way he'd enter a room and bend me over..." her lips ghosted over his, "I think about all the things I would do to please him... just to hear him call me a good girl."

Harry's fingers dug into her skin as she rocked back and forth. "He sounds like a lucky guy to have a girl like you."

"I'm lucky to have him... because I think he likes it when I'm naughty."

"Yeah?"

Rory nodded, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. "Y-Yeah," she repeated in a faint whisper. "I think about how he'll punish me when I'm being bad. H-how-"

Moisture in her underwear caused her to fall silently for a brief moment as her hips continued to rock. The pleasure was overwhelming, and it wasn't her actions alone that caused it. Mentioning everything dirty thought that crossed her mind started her unravelling. Her skin felt on fire with him - she hadn't felt like this in weeks.

Gripping her chin once again, Harry forced her eyes to focus back on his. "Keep talking, Bambi." His hand guided her hips to keep their movements. "Don't stop."

"I think about..." she sucked in a harsh breath, "how many times he'll spank me until I cum."

His fingers pressed roughly into her skin over the words. "Fucking hell."

"And then how'd he fuck me over and over again... pleasing me every single way he knows because he loves watching me cum for him."

"He does love that."

"And I love when he makes me cum with his mouth... his tongue... his cock... everything. He knows how to make me feel so good."

"Bambi-"

They fell into silence. The only sounds filling the room were the sounds of their heavy breaths. Rory could feel a thin layer of sweat. Shit. She needed him. Badly. Desperately. All the things she said out loud she needed him to do. She could see the desire in his eyes - it matched the same look she had.

"Bambi," he repeated once again.

Rory knew what he simply meant just by the sound of his voice. "Need you. Now."

That was all Harry needed to hear. Using his grip on her chin, he guided her forward and crashed their lips together. Rory felt his hand dip under the cotton t-shirt she wore, and his touch on her bare skin sent a shiver up her spine. She needed more - her body craved more. And the second his lips moved to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, her lips parted to tell Harry just what she needed.

The sudden chimes from the front doorbell beat her to it.

"Pizza's here!" Kip called out.

A loud crash of commotion quickly followed. Rory turned her head to the open door of her bedroom, but a hand on her chin guided her attention back.

"It's fine," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers.

"He makes it a fucking point that we all have to eat dinner together and then can't come down on time," Dallas's voice was overheard from the first floor, "What are they doing up there?"

"Ignore it," Harry said, kissing her again.

"How am I supposed to know?"

Harry's words were easier said than done, considering Thing One and Two loudly discussed the delay.

"Go up there and see what's taking so long!"

"Me?" Kip's voice squeaked. "Why me?"

"Because you're less likely to get yelled at."

"If we keep," Harry whispered against her lips before giving her a quick peck, "ignoring them," kiss, "maybe they'll," kiss, "go," kiss, "away."

"Hey! You two! Did you hear us? Pizza is here!" Dallas impatiently yelled.

Resting her forehead against his as she caught her breath, she quietly told Harry, "I think we have to go down."

As Rory maneuvered off his lap, Harry quickly got to his feet and walked to the door. "We will be down in a fucking minute, Dallas! Calm down!"

"I am starving! You know how I get when I don't eat!"

"Yeah. You become a pain in my fucking ass," Harry muttered. "Give us five minutes!"

"Two!" Dallas yelled back.

"Fine!" Turning around, he released a frustrated breath. "I'm sorry. I'm sure this isn't how either of us expected this to go down."

Rory shrugged. "It's okay. We just have to get used to living in a full house now. Besides, it's not like we have any time constraints, right? You know, since you basically confessed that you want to be with me forever?"

"I didn't basically confess it. I did confess it. Get your facts straight, Bambi," he teasingly clarified. "But, you're right." Harry extended his hand for her to take. "We do have all the time in the world."

"Did you just say I was right? Are you feeling okay?"

Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled her into his chest. "Don't get too used to it, Bambi." Her eyes lighting up with joy caused a goofy grin to spread across his expression.

"If this is what I get out of being with you, I could get very used to this."

"Mm," he hummed, leaning forward to capture her lips in a kiss before she could get out another word. "Now, come on," he kissed her again, "Let's go down for dinner before Dallas throws a real fit. I want to spare you the headache on your first night."

Heading towards the door, Rory felt her fingers intertwine with his, causing her to panic and suddenly halt their movements. "Wait! We can't go downstairs all... romantic!"

"Why not?"

"I don't know! Is that something we just go downstairs and blurt out?"

"Are you embarrassed about me, Bambi?" Harry teased. "It's okay. There's nothing to be scared of. Your feelings for me are a natural way of life."

Swatting the back of her hand again his chest, she rolled her eyes and harshly gritted through her teeth, "Shut it. I mean," she huffed out an annoyed breath, "Do we really want to tell them right now?"

"I'm getting the sense that you don't. Do you want to keep us a secret?"

"Not a secret," she quickly replied. "I just want...." Her lips pressed together as she tried to think of the words. "Everything always moves so incredibly fast around us that I'd like a second for this just to be ours - you know, a moment of peace. So, not a secret. More like a delay of game before we go telling everyone."

"Did you just use a sports analogy with me?"

"Focus, Harry."

"I am focused, Bambi," he said softly, "How about this... when you want to tell them, we will."

"Are you okay with that?"

He nodded. "Of course."

"Thank you."

"But I can still hold your hand, right?"

Her face flushed over the question. "Yes. Just don't kiss me in front of them."

"Understood. I'll keep all my kissing behind closed doors." Dipping his head forward, he whispered, "Like this one," his lips softly pecked hers, "And this one," kiss, "And this," kiss, "And-"

Rory pressed her hand against his chest, creating distance between them. "Careful! Don't get all lovey-dovey with me, or we will never make it out of this room!"

"Maybe that's my plan, Bambi."

Somehow Rory managed to get Harry out of the bedroom - an impressive feat considering his desire to continue kissing her for as long as he could. Not that she would have minded. However, the frustration of a hungry Dallas was evident; his sighs of displeasure got louder with every passing second.

Dallas's eyes widened as they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. "Thank god!" he cried, opening a pizza box and piling slices onto his plate. "What took you guys so long?"

"I was helping her unpack." Harry placed his hand on the small of Rory's back, guiding her to the table. His hand dropped to pull out her chair and motioned for her to sit. "What would you like?"

"Cheese," she said, cheeks reddening over his gesture. "Is there dipping sauce?"

"I made sure we got some creamy garlic!" Kip chimed in, taking the seat next to her. "I know it's your favourite!"

"Then some of that too," she told Harry before quickly adding, "Please."

Having to remind himself of their new rules, Harry resisted the pressing urge to kiss her forehead. Instead, he sharply turned around and headed to the counter where the various pizza boxes were.

Colson glared at Rory from the opposite side of the table. "It took you that long to unpack such a small overnight bag?"

"I couldn't decide where I wanted things to go."

"But-"

"Colson, man, just let them focus on getting their food!" Dallas cried, unknowingly saving the two from an interrogation. "I'm starving, dude!"

Harry was last to join the group, taking the free chair on Rory's other side.

"You could have started already," Rory said, eyes widening slightly in surprise at how fast Dallas consumed his food. "I didn't realize everyone was so strict about eating together, all at the same time."

"Harry had two rules for tonight. First, we all eat dinner together, and two-"

"Don't piss me off," Harry interjected. "Which includes breaking rule one."

Rory rolled her eyes and secretly swatted his thigh from under the table. As hunger took over the group, everyone began eating dinner. Conversation amongst the group remained light and airy, including various antidotes regarding funny things Dallas did while trying to construct the library shelves. Rory couldn't help but wonder if said conversation topics were another rule Harry secretly ordered the group to follow. Whether it was or wasn't, she didn't care. She was just happy to be a part of it.

Following the conclusion of their meal and comments on how much Dallas managed to eat in one sitting, the dishes were quickly swept away from the table. To Rory's surprise, her secret partner in crime placed a large box wrapped in newspaper in front of her.

"What's this?" she asked, looking up at Harry.

"The boys wanted to get you something."

Her brow raised over his reply. "All of them?"

"Yes, Rory," Colson snapped from across the table, "All of us."

She pressed her lips together to avoid making a comment that would suddenly cause her gift to disappear. "Can I open it?" Receiving a nod of approval, her fingers quickly got to work, removing the newspaper wrapping and uncovering a pink box. "Rory's House Supplies," she read the writing in glitter glue, "I like it."

"You have to open it!" Kip bounced excitedly in his chair.

"I don't get a second to admire your craftsmanship?" Receiving a response of impatient eyes, Rory quickly opened the box. She fell silent, too amazed by her new gifts to find the ability to form a coherent sentence.

"Do you like it?"

Rory nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

Kip leaned over to Harry. "Does she?"

"I think she loves it, buddy."

It wasn't the items themselves - although she appreciated it all - but the thought behind everything inside. A carton of cigarettes, gifted by (shockingly) Colson, who said she could freely smoke in the house. A lighter with a cartoon cow printed on the front was gifted by Dallas because it reminded him of Pebbles the Moo-Moo. Kip, unable to contain his childlike joy, explained the video game controller and headset were from him because it was important for every gamer to have their own.

"Now we can slay zombies together all the time!"

"I can't wait," she said, pinching the kid's cheek. "Thank you. For all of it. This is way too generous of you guys." Her eyes fell to the bottom of the box. "Wow... there's a lot of candles in here."

"Well, we noticed a few at your apartment, so we got you some."

Some was an extremely generous way to describe the number of candle jars in the box. She couldn't even remember where she had kept candles in her apartment - but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

"Thank you," she said, giving them a smile, "I really appreciate it."

"So, you like the candles?"

"I love them."

"Good! Because there are more in your room."

"Oh?"

"You didn't see them when you were unpacking?" Colson interjected, raising a brow. "That's odd."

Kip pouted. "Weird. I thought I put them in your top drawer."

Thankful for Kip's additional comment, Rory was able to come up with a quick recovery. "Oh, those. I didn't realize they were for me."

"Of course, they're for you!" Kip chimed. His eyes suddenly widened as he looked at Harry. "Where's the other...."

Dallas entered the room with a loud huff, with an apparently heavy, large box in his arms. Placing it down on the counter, he pointed at the wrapped item and said, "Here it is!"

"What's this?"

"Your last gift." Harry extended his hand. "This one's from me."

"You got me something?" she asked, placing her hand in his. "What is it?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise." He guided her to the counter. "Open it."

There were two items in front of her. The large and heavy box wrapped in newspaper (she wondered if they had something against gift wrap) that Dallas had just carried in moments ago. And gift bag. With no direction on where to start, she picked the gift bag, opting for the smaller option of the two.

Pulling out the item, she giggled over the gift of measuring cups in the shape of cherries. "This is adorable. Are you sure you picked this out all on your own?" she teased.

"Yes." He wanted to add, I know my girl, to the end of that but knew it wasn't allowed. "I know what you like," he opted for instead.

"You certainly do," she mumbled under her breath, suppressing the knowing smirk that threatened to curve on her lips. "Big one now?" Receiving a nod, her hands quickly tore through the paper and uncovered the box. Rory turned her head to the side. "You got me a mixer?"

"Yeah, you know, for baking." Harry scratched the back of his neck. "The woman at the store said it was the best one. She was probably chatting shit, so if you don't like it, we can exchange it. Or, if you want something else-"

"I love it."

"Really?"

"Really." A smile appeared over the thoughtful gift. It wasn't the gift itself that caused a warm feeling to spread throughout her chest, although she was aware of how expensive these appliances went for. But the fact that he even thought of getting her something in the first place. From the moment she mentioned she enjoyed baking, Harry always ensured there was something around for her to create with. And that was why she knew in her heart that Harry was the one for her, in addition to everything else he did without a second thought.

"Thank you," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. As his hands spread across her back, keeping her body close to his, her lips moved to his ear to softly whisper, "You're getting so laid tonight."

Unfortunately for him and his little Harry, a spur-of-the-moment movie night put getting laid on the back burner. As Kip excitedly chose a rom-com and Dallas made popcorn, the two secret love birds instantly caved and joined the others on the couch. Colson appeared with two large bottles of wine and a comment that alcohol was needed to get through the movie, to which Rory declined to respond to in favour of receiving a glass.

Strategically placing a blanket over them, the two were able to sneak in some teasing under the covers. What started as an innocent hand on the knee turned into a squeeze, which turned into moving toward a danger zone - one that had Harry instantly grabbing Rory's wrist to stop her from moving too far. Rory couldn't help herself. Seeing him get flustered over the slightest touch was far too enjoyable, especially when his cheeks flushed.

But it wasn't long before Rory gave her teasing a break and relaxed against his side. And before she knew it, her eyes closed after a few glasses of wine, and she was out for the rest of the movie.

"When did she pass out?" Kip whispered as he blindly searched the couch for the remote.

"About halfway. I'm not surprised - it's been a long day." Harry bent down, scooping his sleeping beauty into his arms. "I'm going to tell her upstairs. Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"No, we're good." Dallas picked up the empty popcorn bowl. "Night!"

Harry murmured his response before carrying Rory out of the room and upstairs. To his surprise, he successfully placed her on the bed and tucked her under the covers without waking her.

But the moment his touch disappeared, he heard a half-awake voice ask, "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he quietly replied, brushing the hair out of her face.

"Oh, sorry. You-" a yawn silenced her words, "You still wanna do stuff?"

"Do stuff?"

With her eyes still closed, she snuggled her head against the pillow. "Yeah. You can still fuck me if you wanna."

The sleepy giggle she released, mixed with the slight drunken slur, told him this was her attempt at being funny.

"Go to bed, Rory."

"Don't want your ego to get bruised when I sleep through it?"

"Rory," he warned.

"Fine," she released a dramatic sigh. "Be that way. But at least a kiss!"

"Where are your manners?"

"Puh-lease!" As Harry leaned forward, choosing to press a kiss to her forehead, Rory grumbled out, "Lame."

"Is that so?" he asked, trying to ignore how her drunken giggles made him want to laugh along.

"Yes, it's so, Mr. Lame Pants!"

"Go back to sleep, Rory. I'll deal with you in the morning."

The vixen grinned, snuggling under the covers. "Good."

Unfortunately, being dealt with never came for the poor Bambi.

With the sun illuminating the soon, signalling it was now morning, Rory slowly opened her eyes. Her heart sank, seeing his empty side of the bed. She quickly noted the tousled sheets. At least she knew he had slept there. But where her long-haired devil remained a mystery.

The use of her detective skills didn't stay around for long as the sound of water turning off in the distance caught her attention. Her head turned to the bathroom door just as it opened.

Harry exited half-naked from the waist up and dripping wet - a sight that usually made her want to act naughty. However, the worried expression she caught across his face as he quickly dashed to the dresser instantly silenced her dirty thoughts.

She waited until he was dressed before she softly called out, "Harry? Is everything okay?"

Harry instantly turned at the sound of her voice. "Shit, did I wake you?"

"No. I just woke up." Rubbing her tired eyes, she repeated, "Is everything okay?"

"Yes," he replied, almost too quickly for it to be a convincing answer. "Stefano called. He wants to meet."

"Oh. Do I have to come too? I can change and-"

Harry shook his head as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sorry, I should have been clear. He just wants to talk about the bar - I'm guessing business strategy and all that boring shit." Reaching a hand forward to brush the hair from her face, he added, "I'm sorry I can't be around for your morning here."

"It's okay. There will be plenty more mornings for us to spend together. Right?"

"Right," he affirmed with a smile. "Actually, I'm glad you're awake, so I don't have to write all of this down before leaving. Kip has some things to do today, but he'll still be in the house. I'm sure he's already preparing the video games for you two. And if you need to go anywhere, Big Mike will drive you."

"I have a personal chauffeur now? How fancy."

"You do, so make sure you use him."

"Yes, Sir! What's next on my list of rules?"

The hand that wasn't busy cupping her cheek reached toward her side table and opened the drawer. "This," he pulled out a large wad of cash, "is for you to-"

"Holy shit!" Sitting up in bed, her eyes widened. "Are those hundred-dollar bills? Harry, that's thousands of dollars right there! Are you crazy?"

"Rory-"

"You can't keep that much cash altogether like that!"

"Rory-"

"You have to split it up!"

"Rory-"

"Are you asking to get robbed?!"

"Rory!"

"Yes?" she squeaked.

"This," he held up the bundle right in front of her face, "is yours." Lowering the bundle, he smiled at her bewildered eyes as he placed the cash in her lap. "If you want to split it into smaller amounts and hide it around your room, go right ahead."

Her hands hovered over her lap like she was scared to touch the cash. "W-why are you giving this to me?"

"Because if you need or want to buy anything, I'd like you to have the means to do so."

"But I didn't earn this."

Harry leaned forward and whispered, "What's mine is yours. Understood?"

"But-"

"Understood?"

Teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. "Understood."

The last thing she wanted was to sound ungrateful for his generosity. But the idea that someone would willingly give her this amount of cash made no logical sense. This was the kind of money she dreamed of stealing from the idiots in suits she went home with. And here Harry was, handing it over like it was no big deal.

"Bambi," Harry said softly, tucking his finger under her chin to lift her head, "Don't spiral on me. You know you don't have to spend it, right?"

"I know I don't have to. But that doesn't take away from the fact that it's still a lot of fucking money. How do you know I won't waste it and buy a car or something?"

"You don't know how to drive."

"Exactly! What a fucking waste of your money that would be!"

"Our," he corrected. "Our money. And I don't have to worry about any of that because I trust you." His thumb brushed across her bottom lip. "I just want you to have what you need. And once we get the business sorted with Stefano, we'll discuss getting you on the schedule again. I know having your own independence is important to you - I don't ever want to take that away. And that's not what this," he tapped on the money, "is about."

Rory closed the remaining distance between them and pressed her lips to his. "Thank you," she whispered before kissing him again. "For the money..." kiss, "for trusting me..." kiss, "for everything."

"God, I wish I could spend all morning kissing you," his lips grazed hers as he spoke, "But I have to go now." He snuck in one final peck before regretfully pulling back. "I'll see you when I get home. Okay?"

"Okay." She suppressed her disappointment with a smile as Harry got off the bed and headed to the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot." He turned around. "There's a surprise coming for you at nine."

Hearing that news instantly squashed the internal sadness that floated within her. "A surprise? What kind of surprise?"

"I can't tell you that, Bambi. It would ruin it."

"Do I have to change?"

Harry shrugged. "Wear whatever you want?"

"So, can I be naked then?"

"If that's what your heart desires," he replied, not falling for her little games, "I'll see you later."

Now alone in her bedroom, Rory tried to distract herself with thoughts on what her surprise could be. However, the wad of cash still resting in her lap proved to cause an internal struggle. Not wanting it to send her into a complete spiral, especially since Harry wouldn't be around to help her out of it, she knew the first thing she had to do this morning was put the money somewhere where it would be out of sight.

Getting out of bed, her eyes quickly searched her room to find somewhere to store it. Putting it back in the drawer of her bedside table wasn't an option - she'd see it too often. Her foot tapped against the wooden floor as she continued to look around. Suddenly, the perfect spot dawned on her, and she headed right to the pink box on top of the dresser.

The ballerina jewelry box was gifted by her Uncle for her sixth birthday - back when her dreams of being a dancer were still alive and attainable. It was also the first place she had ever hidden something - five bucks she acquired for keeping a secret, also given by her Uncle.

She flipped up the small golden latch and opened the box. The music had stopped working years ago, but the tiny blonde ballerina dressed in a pink tutu still managed to spin around. Removing the compartment inside the box revealed an ample space underneath - perfect for storing items. It wasn't a foolproof contraption. Unfortunately, she still hadn't figured out how to get the ballerina to attack an intruder. But it was perfect enough to store the money until she found a more secure spot.

With the money now hidden from her sight, Rory distracted herself for the next hour while awaiting her surprise. She decided to get ready for the day, assuming getting into a routine, or at least attempting to start one, would be best. And so she showered, dried her hair, tested some of the new face products in her bathroom and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Since she assumed her time during the day would be spent inside the house, she opted for comfort by dressing in a tight cotton shirt that was slightly cropped just above her belly button and a pair of fitted sweatpants.

She headed down the stairs and spotted Big Mike sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Miss Young."

"Morning," she greeted the large man. "Is Kip awake?"

"I don't believe so. The morning typically doesn't start for him until after one."

"Oh, well-" the doorbell chiming through the house caught her attention. "It's nine! Is that my surprise?"

Big Mike neatly folded his newspaper and placed it on the coffee table. "Let me go check. Wait here, please."

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, Rory could barely contain her excitement. She had no idea what on earth this surprise could include. She knew she would love it, grand or small, considering it came from Harry.

"Shit, you're a tall one!" A familiar voice remarked. "How do you fit through a door?"

"Stop that," another voice hissed. "Now... where's our girl?"

"Right through there," Big Mike commented.

Rory crossed her fingers, hoping her suspicions were correct. And as her eyes fell on the source of the two voices, she almost burst into tears.

"There's our, Roro!" Benny exclaimed.

"Woah, hold on!" Mia hurried over. "Let me put the hot coffee down before dishing out hugs!" Once the tray of beverages was securely placed on the table, she turned to her friend with wide arms, "Come here!"

"Holy shit!" Rory flung her arms around the necks of her two best friends, pulling them in for a tight embrace. As she finally released the two from her death grip, her eyes darted back and forth. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Your boy-" Benny's words were quickly silenced by Mia's glare. "I mean, Harry called and told us you were back!"

"And knowing we've been without our little Roro for too long, we hurried right on over!" Mia reached forward, gripping Rory's chin and turning her head from side to side. "Oh my god! Look at your skin! It looks fantastic! What products have you been using?"

"I don't know the name. It's-"

"God, the wilderness did wonders for you!" Mia nudged Benny's side. "Maybe we need to start going camping."

"Camping?"

"Whatever that employee retreat, Harry took you on."

Benny smirked. "Yeah, the employees retreat. You remember, don't you, Roro?"

Rory remembered Harry briefly mentioning something about telling her friends a cover story back at the safe house. However, the details of what he said were hazy in her mind. Asshole! He could have prepped me with-

"Don't start!" Mia swatted his shoulder. "Ignore him. He just thinks Harry lied about the employee retreat so he could whisk you off on some romantic getaway and attempt winning you back."

Sitting on the couch, Rory instantly received a large to-go cup of coffee from her friend. "It definitely wasn't romantic." At least she could be honest about that.

"Well, fine," Benny waved off the remark, sitting across from the two girls on the couch, "whatever it was, I'm just glad you weren't at your apartment!"

"My apartment?"

"Yeah..." Benny furrowed his brow, "You know... how it burned down? Shit, we should've brought you something strong than coffee!"

"Benny!" Mia hissed. "We promised Harry we wouldn't bring it up!"

"You promised him that," he was quick to retort, "Besides, you only agreed because Colson said it, and your panties get dripping wet even at the sound of his name."

"We still agreed! It's been a traumatic journey coming home for our little Ro," Mia cooed. "But I'm so fucking glad you're back now. Did you like all the photos we put in your room?"

"Y-you put those there?"

Mia nodded. "Harry called after the whole... apartment," she whispered the last word, "thing happened and asked if we'd help set up your room. He wanted to make sure you felt at home. Isn't that sweet?"

"That is sweet," Rory mumbled, raising the coffee cup to her mouth to shield her reddened cheeks.

"You two are totally fucking!"

"BENNY!"

"What! Oh, come on. You said the same thing."

"I did not! I said I would understand if they were back together because he's totally in love with her!"

Benny rolled his eyes. "You definitely said fucking."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did NOT!"

"Do you really think he's in love with me?" Rory squeaked, interrupting their argument. "Like actually in love with me?"

Mia froze before slowly nodding. "I mean, his actions speak volumes, Ro."

"What actions?" she questioned, eyes shifting between her two friends. "Tell me."

"I mean, it started like a month ago when he randomly called us just to ask what your favourite cupcake mix was. He said he wanted to surprise you with an afternoon of baking because you mentioned you liked it," Mia explained. "When you were away because the no-phones policy meant we couldn't talk, he always told us how you were doing. And then with your apartment situation and asking us to help with your room... I don't know. You could just see it on his face. He was so worried about every detail being perfect."

"Plus all the shit with Helen," Benny chimed in.

Rory's eyes widened over the name of her foster mother. "Helen?"

"He's been updating her too."

"And he sends her stuff all the time but says it's from you," Benny added.

"H-how do you know that?"

"He asked us if it would make you upset," Mia said, "I told him as long as he was doing it because he wanted to help and not because he thought it would get back in your good graces-"

"Did he do this recently?"

Mia nodded. "This happened when you were away. He sent money, toys for the kids, groceries... it was like a truckload of stuff."

"Oh, my god."

"Are you mad?"

"No, not at all," she replied honestly, "I just... I had no idea he did that."

"You've got another one under your magical love spell, Roro!" Benny teased. "And he's fucking hot too."

Mia leaned forward, placing a hand on her friend's thigh. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Rory nodded, a genuine smile reaching her lips. "I think I just realized he's got me under that spell too."

Rory thought about the love spell for the rest of the day. In fact, the second her friends left sometime in the late afternoon, it was the only thing on her mind. The thought left her giddy and confused. How could someone tell another person was in love by just expressions alone? Was that possible? Although, the more pressing question in Rory's mind was how someone could fall in love with her.

No one fell in love with her.

They fell in love with the idea of her - the fantasy.

No one had ever fallen for Rory.

"Rory? I'm home!" a voice faintly called in the distance. "Rory?"

The poor thing had been lost in thought for an hour and mindlessly stirring her tea. She didn't mean to ignore him calling out her name.

"There you are!" Harry released a breath of relief as he entered the kitchen. "Hiding from me, Bambi?"

Rory turned her head, cheeks flushing immediately at the sight of him. "No, sorry, I was just lost in thought."

"Oh?"

"Nothing important. How was your day?"

"Boring. I am much happier to be home," he said, loosening his tie. "Colson and Dallas are going out tonight."

"Oh?"

"And I bought Kip dinner and a new video game under the agreement he stays in his room all night." Harry stepped forward. "Which means... you and I get some alone time."

"Are you telling me we can kiss on the couch tonight?"

"If that's what you want, then that's what we will do, Bambi." He leaned forward for a kiss and whispered, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Yeah? You weren't relieved to have some time away from me?"

"Surprisingly, no," she teased.

Cupping her cheeks with his hands, he pulled her in for another kiss. "Good because I can't wait to kiss you," he kissed her again, "all," kiss, "night," kiss, "long."

"I'd like that."

"Have you had any dinner?"

She shook her head.

"Why don't you pick a movie, and I'll make us something to eat?"

"You just got home." Rory raised her hands to the collar of his dress shirt and helped him undo the top button. "I can make it. I'm sure you want to relax."

"I want to," he said, leaning forward to kiss her, "Let me take care of you, Bambi. I haven't been able to all day."

Rory agreed and went to find a movie for them to watch while Harry prepared dinner. Sitting on the couch, she smiled as she listened to him working away in the kitchen. The sounds of him humming a song were evident to her ears, mixing in with cabinets opening and closing. She liked when he sang - he had such a lovely voice.

"Here we are," Harry announced as he entered the room with a bowl in each hand. He joined her side on the couch. "Careful, it's hot," he said, handing her a bowl. "Mac and cheese with crispy bacon bits and breadcrumbs. I had to go for the obvious choice and make my girl's favourite."

My girl. Hearing that caused something to flutter in her chest, just like it did from the first time he said those words.

"Smells amazing," she said, digging her fork into the bowl.

"Find a movie?" Harry watched as she tried to eat a mouthful of food right away. "Woah, slow down! That's way too hot. Blow on it first."

Her scowl over the delay in consuming her favourite meal was instantly replaced by a giggle. "That's what she said," she mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Hovering the fork in front of her mouth, she released a dramatic puff of air, blowing the steam away from the cheese-covered pasta.

"Another vampire movie?" Harry groaned. "Really?"

"It's the second one! We only watched the first! Besides, you said I could pick!"

"Fine. We can watch it - only if you agree to no vampire jokes."

"Alright, deal. But if you suddenly start sparkling in the sunlight, I will not hold back from telling everyone that I totally guessed your secret correctly!" She blew on her pasta again. "Thank you for my surprise today."

"Did you enjoy it?"

She nodded. "Very much. I missed them a lot - it was nice to catch up."

"Yeah? Talk about anything good?"

Biting the inside of her cheek, she shrugged off the comment and said, "Nothing too crazy. Seeing them again just made everything feel a bit more... normal. It was nice."

"Well, they can come over whenever you want. This is your house too."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Reaching for the remote, she pressed play and started eating. She had to suppress her moans over how good the food was. After all, she was a whore for mac and cheese. And Harry certainly had his skills down perfectly.

Managing to make it through her dinner without releasing a chorus of moans over pasta and cheese, Rory snuggled into Harry's side as they watched the rest of the movie. This moment shared between them truly felt perfect to her. Maybe they didn't need to be the textbook definition of normal. But if this was their future, she couldn't see any faults in that.

The idea of him coming home after a long day of work and spending time with her on the couch made her giddy. Harry didn't have to work at the bank or have a government job - he could still do whatever it was at the bar or for the Romano family. She could learn how to cook so they could split the nightly dinner routine. Or, realistically, she would be in charge of ordering in. Rory wouldn't want anyone to suffer through her horrible cooking - no amount of lessons in the world would help her make something edible.

Eyes peering up at the man, she noticed how intensely he watched the screen. Regardless of the numerous times he complained about her choosing these movies, he always became immediately invested. She felt his fingertips dancing down the skin of her arm, moving in circular motions and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It was the small acts whenever he was near that she enjoyed most. His fingertips on her arm. When he put his hand on her thigh. Demanding eye contact and turning her head by tucking a finger under her chin or roughly grabbing it.

Rory loved how he could be rough with her. He always knew when to turn it on and when to pull back. But when it was turned on, it truly set her skin on fire - every inch burning for his touch. Thinking about every time he pulled her hair or his hand around her neck sent a shiver up her spine. She needed him. And she needed him badly.

"Alright, that wasn't so bad," Harry commented as the end credits appeared on the screen. He looked down, surprised to see doe-eyes filled with lust staring back at him. "Need something, Bambi?"

She nodded, inching her lips closer to his.

Harry pulled his head back slightly. "Words, Bambi. I need to hear your words. Tell me, what do you need?"

Her thighs clenching signalled how badly she needed it. "You," she whispered, "Now."

"Now?" he repeated. "Where are your manners, Bambi?"

"Please," she whispered, nudging her head forward, "Please," she repeated, pressing her lips to his jaw, "Please," her voice continued to beg, uttering the word after every kiss she placed along his jaw until her lips made their way to his. "Please."

"Please, what?" A lopsided grin appeared - a look that would have pissed her off if it weren't for the slight curve of his dimple poking through.

She wet her lips. "Please touch me."

Harry placed his hand on her shoulder. "There."

"Asshole," she mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Asshole," she repeated louder. "Not here," grabbing hold of his wrist, she guided his hand toward the space between her legs. "Here," her voice begged in a desperate whisper, "Harry, please, I'm so fucking wet."

Dipping his hand underneath the waistband of her cotton shorts, his finger barely had to touch before he understood why the poor thing was so desperate. "You're soaked, Bambi."

"I know, asshole," she gritted through her teeth, "that's why I fucking-"

Harry roughly gripped her jaw - just as she had hoped. "If you want me to make you feel better, watch your fucking mouth," he ordered, "Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." Removing his hand from between her legs, he had to force himself to ignore the pout that appeared. He was quick with his adjustments, moving her body swiftly in one motion to straddle his waist. "Now, isn't that better?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're being so polite now, Bambi. It almost made me forget about your disrespectful mouth." He moved her hands to rest on his shoulders. "But don't worry," he spoke softly, sliding a hand down the curve of her back, "I'll make you feel good... you can fuck yourself on my fingers until you cum. How does that sound?"

Rory opened her mouth to speak but only managed a needy whimper.

"Look at you. You're a fucking desperate mess for it," The hand on Rory's back went lower, moving underneath her shorts and grabbing a handful of ass. "You're going to be a piece of work tonight, aren't you, Bambi?"

A nod was the only way she could respond. Her hips rocked back and forth in response to how he squeezed her ass, manipulating her movements - which she certainly wasn't opposed to.

"Look at you, so desperate to be fucked you're getting yourself off by fucking my leg. You could make yourself cum right now if I let you... wouldn't you? Mm?"

She shuddered over his words.

"Tell me, baby..." his lips ghosted over hers, "Are you a needy, desperate whore, Rory?"

A smack on her ass flexed her hips forward, forcing her soaked core to press against his crotch. She could already feel his semi-hardened cock through the material of his slacks.

"Answer me!" he demanded, roughly grabbing her ass to move her hips forward again.

"Y-yes," she choked out through heavy breaths.

Harry raised a hand to grasp her throat and pressed his thumb and index finger against her jaw. "Say it."

With every passing second, she could feel his grip tighten. "I'm a needy..." she started, "desperate..." she spoke slowly, teasing him to choke her, "whore."

Knowing her slow talking pace forced him to do exactly what she wanted, her full lips curved into a devious smirk.

A sound that could only be described as a growl released from Harry's mouth. He pulled her close, crashing their lips together, and his hand moved from the back of her shorts to the front. Little time was wasted. His fingers only passed through her slit a few times before pushing his middle finger past her opening. Rory's jaw went slack, but the chorus of moans that begged to escape was silenced by another kiss.

A second finger slipped inside her without warning. No kiss had the power to contain her moans this time around. All the tension in her body that had been building from last night was beginning to find its release. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders, bunching the material of his dress shirt, trying to find relief from the ever-building tension in her core.

Rory sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, attempting to conceal her sounds. She knew she had to be careful - she'd start screaming soon if given a chance.

Harry removed his fingers - the sudden action sending a wave of confusion through Rory before she received a slap against her outer lips, causing her to yelp. "Did I tell you to stay quiet?"

She slowly shook her head.

"That's right. So if I don't tell you something, don't do it," he warned, "Don't keep yourself quiet again. Understood?"

"B-but Kip-" Another swift slap forced her words to be replaced by another yelp - this time mixed in with a moan she couldn't control. She couldn't help herself - her desire was hitting uncontrollable levels of pleasure and pain.

"Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

His voice dropped to a much softer, kinder level as he cooed, "Good girl." But they both knew what was coming next. Rory wasn't given the luxury of adjusting to one finger. This time around, two fingers pushed past her opening without warning. Her eyes widened from the feeling, her jaw falling slack as she let a chorus of pleasure escape.

"See? You sound beautiful like that," Harry teased, pulling her forward by the grip on her jaw to place a delicate kiss on her lips. "I want everyone to hear you. Understood?"

"Yes-" her words were cut short as his thumb brushed her clit. It was only for a brief second; she assumed still part of her punishment - but it was enough to drive her body insane. "Fuck, Harry," she cried as she pressed her knees into the couch cushions, moving her body up and down.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, "Let everyone hear how good you're feeling."

"Harry... fuck- Harry," she chanted. Incoherent babbling fell from her lips, a string of curses and sounds of pleasure as she continued to ride his fingers.

Harry moved his hand from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers inching their way into her hair. "Fucking yourself on my fingers like a dirty girl? So desperate for it," he mocked.

Her mouth opened to speak. However, Harry and his magical fingers had other plans. The second Rory attempted a word, his fingers spread and curled - causing a string of curses to escape through her heavy, panting breaths. The euphoric rush of pleasure would have sent her collapsing forward if it weren't for Harry's grip on the back of her neck keeping her upright.

"M-more," she whispered in a distraught plea, feeling herself clench his two fingers, "P-please, Harry."

"You need more? Are you close, baby? Hm?" He didn't need her to answer; it was written all over her face. As her mouth fell open, her eyes fluttered shut, and the space between her brows creased - her mind solely focused on pleasure. "If you want to cum... I need you to beg for it."

A smug grin made an appearance, knowing how difficult it was for her to say a single word - let alone string a sentence together.

"P-please, I-" the sudden touch of his thumb pressing against her clit forced out a gasp.

"What was that?" Harry taunted. "Did you say stop? Do you want me to stop, Rory?"

Her eyes narrowed, knowing he was fucking around with her. But even the suggestion of him stopping was something Rory could not - and would not - accept.

"Don't fucking stop," she gritted through a clenched jaw. "Please, Harry. Please make me cum. Please," her begging returned in full force. It was partly due to knowing she had to play along while the rest of her begging released naturally. "Please, baby. Please, I'm so close, please. I need it."

"How could I deny you when you looking so pretty begging for it?"

Pulling her close, his lips captured hers in a hungry kiss - his tongue wasting no time to enter her mouth. His thumb pressed and moved in a quick circular motion, driving her wild. Her legs began shaking, a high-pitched moan vibrating against his kisses. His lips moved from hers to her jaw, kissing up toward her ear.

As he kissed the spot on her neck, just below the ear, that drove her insane, the speed of his fingers below increased, pumping in and out. Rory collapsed forward, letting her cries of pleasure release against his shoulder.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"So close, I-"

This time, it wasn't a moan that forced her into silence. It was a noise from outside.

"Harry-" she tried to warn him. "Harry!"

"That's it, baby. Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good."

"God-fucking-dammit! I can't find my key!" A voice by the front door cried. "Do you have yours?"

"How did you lose your key? You just had it two seconds ago!" Another voice replied.

"Harry!" Rory pulled her head back, staring at him with wide eyes. "Door!"

"I hear them, baby," he replied calmly. The hand in her hair untangled itself and moved to her chest. "Not until you cum."

"W-what?"

"I'm not stopping until you cum," his hand slipped under her cotton shirt, "Cum for me, baby."

"Retrace your steps!" The voices from outside continued to argue about the lost key.

Lips parting to protest, a swift pinch on her painfully hard nipples forced the words to die on the tip of her tongue. Her legs shook uncontrollably. His fingers moving in and out, the pressure of her clit, her nipples being pinched and pulled, was far too much for the Bambi to handle. Harry muffled the moans with a kiss, knowing she was seconds away from screaming.

"Found it!"

The muscles in her legs twitched as her body fought to stay upright. As her noises were still contained by Harry's mouth on hers, her entire body shook and vibrated against his kiss. Her hand went to the back of his neck, gripping his hair at the scalp and tugging for release. Rory collapsed forward, panting against his chest, as her mind fell into a post-orgasmic haze.

Heat flushed her skin, and a layer of sweat of evident. With one look at her, someone could tell she had just had an orgasm. Or had been in an extremely hot sauna.

"Rory, baby, you have to go upstairs."

The front door swung open just as the words left his lips, meaning the stairs were no longer an option unless they wanted Dumb and Dumber to catch on to what just happened.

"Kitchen," she mumbled.

"Can you walk?"

"Not unless you want me to fall over."

Harry turned his head, thankful the two were still arguing over the key in the entryway. Scooping her up in his arms, he hurried to the kitchen without being noticed. He put her down, resting her back against the counter and promptly fixed her attire.

"I'll distract them while you cool down, okay?"

With a goofy grin, she nodded and reached a hand forward, grabbing hold of his shirt collar. "Yes, Sir," she purred, pulling him in for a kiss.

Noticing how her thighs rubbed together, signalling a round two, he quickly said, "Be good, and we'll finish upstairs. Okay?" He wanted to take her right there and then. Unfortunately, evident arguing from the other room served as a reminder of why he couldn't follow through with his plans.

As Harry left the kitchen to distract, Rory did her best to gather herself. She opened the freezer, sticking her head in to cool herself down. Grabbing a bag of frozen peas, she pressed them against her neck, sighing in the relief it provided her inflamed skin.

"This idiot got us fucking kicked out!"

"Bro," Dallas said, "when someone challenges me to a beer-chugging competition, I can't say no!"

"Don't 'bro' me," Colson sneered. "You chugged the beer like an animal. You didn't have to throw the can at the guy's head and start a fight!"

"It was celebratory! Can't a guy have a signature move when he absolutely demolishes someone else in a drinking competition?"

Harry released a frustrated sigh. "And why couldn't you have just gone somewhere else?"

"Romano called and said he-" Colson stopped in the kitchen doorway. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Rory popped her head out of the freezer and quickly tossed the bag of frozen peas onto the shelf. "Looking for ice cream."

While Colson raised a suspicious brow, Dallas called out, "I ate it," as he made his way to the stove. "Oh! Mac and cheese! Nice!"

"Anyway," Colson turned to Harry, "We have to talk. Don't worry. It won't take long."

Rory forced a smile as she closed the freezer. "I'll just leave you guys to it, then." Walking past the group, she watched Harry smugly raise the two fingers that were inside her not long ago into his mouth. "Harry, can you quickly help me with the television before I go upstairs." She grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him into the other room. "I fucking saw that," she whispered harshly once they were alone.

He cocked his head to the side and innocently asked, "Saw what?"

"Licking your fingers like that."

Harry grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the wall. "You taste so good, baby," he whispered, dipping his head forward, "I can't help myself."

"Be upstairs in five minutes."

"I'll be there in two."

Unfortunately for Bambi, two minutes turned into five... which turned into ten... and then twenty. By the thirty-minute mark, Rory had enough. She slipped on her robe and grabbed an empty glass before making her way down the stairs.

"Still working away?" Rory forced a smile as she entered the kitchen, walking past the group and toward the sink.

"Yup." Harry nodded, tapping his fingers against the table. "Still working."

"I see." Filling up her empty glass with water, she did her best to ignore his apologetic stare. She was mad - furious. And she couldn't let his puppy dog eyes break her.

"Don't worry," Colson chimed in, "Your spooning buddy will be upstairs before the sun comes up."

"Colt," Harry snapped from across the table.

"What?" His eyes shifted from Harry's to the girl's and then back. "Oh, sorry. Did I hurt your friend's feelings?"

"Oh, please." Rory rolled her eyes. "Even your best insults couldn't hurt me."

As Rory left the kitchen with her glass of water, she heard Harry excuse himself and swiftly follow. "Bambi," he called out in a whisper, "Bambi!"

Rory turned around, eyes narrowing at the long-haired devil in front of her. "What?"

"Bambi, I'm sorry, alright? I'll be upstairs as soon as I can to take care of you."

"Oh, no," she scoffed, "Your window has expired."

"Excuse me?"

"Your window has expired," she repeated, "Which means your services are no longer required. If you need me, I'll be going back upstairs to get myself off because clearly, someone won't be doing that for me tonight!"

"Are you seriously upset with me?" he yelled in a whisper. "This isn't my fault, Bambi!"

"Yeah, well," she paused, trying to find the words. She knew he was right - but that didn't make it any easier. "I'm horny and sexually frustrated, so right now, it is your fault!"

All thanks to the little pink magic bullet, Rory got herself off that night. Twice. Although, she still preferred the real thing. It was never the same when she had to choke herself.

That night, she fell asleep without Harry by her side. He entered the room in the early morning hours, and by the time the sun came up, he was already gone.

I'm sorry about last night. I'll make it up to you soon.

It will be a late night tonight. Don't wait up.

I made you dinner and left it in the fridge. Please eat.

x Harry

What started as spending all day alone quickly turned into night. She ate the food he made for dinner while watching reality television on the couch. And for once, she found herself missing his annoying commentary. 

After washing the dishes, she checked the freezer for ice cream, knowing her fate would be just like every other time - none thanks to Dallas's inability to control himself around sweets. But her to her surprise, there was a brand new tub with the label "RORY'S ONLY" written in Harry's handwriting. She happily ate her treat with another episode of reality TV before heading to bed.

Rory's eyes suddenly flew open in the middle of the night. To her surprise, she wasn't woken up by Harry coming into the room. Instead, it was due to the sounds coming from downstairs. Recognizing the noise, she swallowed the lump in her throat.

Harry was listening to his Dolly Parton record.

She sat up in bed, wondering what to do. Should she check in on him? Maybe he was okay - it could be possible nothing was wrong, and he just wanted to listen to Dolly at three in the morning. Her mind was made up for her as the music stopped, and loud footsteps made their way up the stairs.

A loud thud, followed by what sounded like someone stumbling, was evident from the hallway. "Ouchie," she heard him whine. "I need to piss...."

His footsteps disappeared down the hall. There was silence for a few moments. A toilet flushed. The water was turned on, then off. The sound of his footsteps returned, and this time he ended up in the bedroom.

Harry collapsed on the end of the bed with a loud sigh, pulling at his tie. "Stupid knot," he mumbled. "Stupid tie! Yeah... stupid tie! Fuck you, tie!"

"Harry?"

He turned his head, eyes widening at the sound of another voice. "Woah! Rory! When did you get here?"

"I've been here the whole time." She sat up, watching him with a cautious eye. "Do you need some help?"

"Yeah... I think someone glued my shoes to my feet. I can't get them off."

Rory reached over to the side table and turned on the lamp. Getting out of bed, she went to where he sat and kneeled in front of him, untying his laces. "Lift your foot off the ground," she instructed, helping him slip one shoe off and then the other.

"Woah, you're a wizard!" He wiggled his sock-covered toes and pointed at his tie. "Can you take this off next?" As she worked her hands to undo the tight knot, Harry sighed and said, "I'm very drunk."

"I can tell."

"Shit. Really? I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she said, loosening the silk material around his neck. "Is there a reason you drank so much?"

"Stress," he answered simply. "Stefano wants us to have all the business figured out before Handler calls us next. Which makes sense," he nodded, "But when you don't know when that fucker is gonna ring next, it means we have to work shitty long hours to get everything done."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, you took my shoes off! That was fucking crazy!"

Rory pressed her lips together to suppress a laugh. "Let's get you into bed." Helping him take off his dress skirt and pants, she helped him to bed before going back to her side. "Comfortable?"

"Mm," he mumbled, eyes already closed.

Turning off the light, she rested her head against the pillow and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before Harry's arm snaked across her waist and pulled her close.

"You cuddle Pebbles more than me at night."

"Aw, are you jealous?"

"No," his tone was evidently defensive, "I'm just commenting on something I've noticed. I mean, is it because I don't moo?"

"Harry-"

"Do I need to start moo-ing?"

"Harry-"

"Moo!"

Harry-"

"Mooooo!"

"Harry!" Rory shouted, erupting into a fit of giggles. "Go to bed. You're drunk!"

He smiled against the skin of her neck. "I bet Pebbles doesn't make you laugh like that."

And with that, Harry fell asleep, and Rory was thankful he stayed that way for the rest of the night. When the sun rose the following morning, she was surprised he was still asleep next to her. But she was glad - she had something she needed to ask him and didn't want to miss the opportunity.

"Have you been keeping on top of your therapy?" she asked once he got out of the shower.

Harry scratched the back of his neck, attempting to shrug off an answer by quietly replying, "I've missed a few sessions."

"A few?"

"Yeah, just a few." He forced a smile. "But I'm fine. It's okay, Rory. Don't look so nervous."

She paused, choosing her following words carefully, "I think it would be good for you to prioritize daily sessions again. Work can wait. Your well-being can't."

"I'm okay," he repeated, adding a light laugh to try and diffuse the tension. "Besides, if I went, then we'd miss time together and-"

"Harry," she said his name with a warning tone, "Don't use me as an excuse."

"No, that's not what I mean."

"I can wait too - just like work. But you checking in with Doctor Khan daily is important to me. Even if it's just a phone call. Please, Harry."

His eyes fell to the ground. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I just want you to be good. It's okay to tell me when you need help. We're a team, remember?"

Harry nodded. "We're a team."

The two love birds had to quickly adjust to their way of living together. With Harry busy preparing the business all day and meeting Doctor Khan for therapy, time together became a rarity. And since Rory was still determined to keep their relationship status under lock and key, alone time was fleeting - causing the desire between them to reach unbearable levels.

After a week of waking up without him, Rory was finally awarded time alone with Harry. And neither of them planned to spend it talking. Well, that was their unspoken agreement until Rory asked,

"When we start telling people... what should I call you?"

Hearing that question first thing in the morning was the last thing Harry expected. "Well, considering it's my name, I like being called Harry."

"No, dummy. I mean, when talking about what we are," she clarified. "I'd suggest boyfriend and girlfriend, but the last time we went down that path, we barely lasted a week. You know, because you were still in your wanna-be criminal ways and denying I was the best thing that ever walked into your life."

"What an idiot I was," he mumbled, leaning forward to press his lips to her neck.

"That's what I'm saying!" she exclaimed. "At least we agree on one thing."

"So, boyfriend and girlfriend are off the table?"

"Not off necessarily. But doesn't it feel a bit... cursed?"

Moving his lips to her ear, sarcasm dripped from his tone as he replied, "We definitely don't want anything cursed."

Paying his response little attention, Rory continued, "Obviously, not an acquaintance. And friend doesn't work... you're much more than that." She pouted her bottom lip. "Fuck buddy? No... that doesn't work either because you'd have to be fucking me for that."

"What was that?"

"You'd have to fuck me for us to be fuck buddies."

Harry pulled back his head and raised a brow. "Are you saying I need to fuck you?"

"Well, I do have needs, Harry."

"Is that so?" He quickly flipped their position, laying against the mattress as Rory straddled his waist and rested her hands on his shoulders. "What kind of needs, Bambi?"

"Mmmm," she hummed, dipping her head forward, "Needs only you..." she pressed her lips against his neck as her hand travelled down his stomach, "and your big..." kiss, "...long..." kiss, "...thick...," kiss, "ego can fulfill."

Harry's mouth opened to speak, but he was instantly silenced by the tightest touch of her fingers nearing the waistband of his briefs. "Fuck," he cursed impatiently under his breath. A knot formed in his stomach as her hand palmed over the material. "Bambi, please," he wet his lips, "Don't tease me."

"Tease you?" she repeated as she pressed down, feeling the outline of his semi-hard cock through his brief. "I'd never do that."

"It's been-" a groan fell from his lips, feeling her hand move ever so slightly.

"What was that?" A smug grin formed, watching him unravel. Rory barely touched him and already had this effect - it made her proud. And horny.

"It's been too-" another jolt of her hand flew his eyes shut, "-long, baby. Please."

Lowering her head, she pressed a kiss to his chest. "Please, what?" she whispered against his skin. "Mm?" She placed another kiss slightly lower. "Want me to make you feel better?"

Harry eagerly nodded.

"Say it."

"I-" he sucked in a harsh breath feeling her lips press right above the waistband of his briefs, "I want you to make me feel better."

"Good boy." Her finger dipped under the band, tugging the material. "Now, ask if you can fuck my mouth."

His hand reached down, running his fingers through her hair. "Can I fuck your mouth?" he asked in a desperate whisper.

"Where are your manners?" she tsked. "I didn't hear a please."

"Please," he begged with eyes that matched his desperate, pleading tone, "Please, baby, can I please fuck your mouth?"

"Say pretty please."

"Pretty-" his head rolled back as she pressed her lips to the material of his briefs, kissing his cock, "fuck-"

"Pretty fuck? Well, thank you for the compliment."

Licking his dry lips, he whispered, "Pretty please." Harry's fingers twisted around her hair. "Pretty-fucking-please, Bambi. Please, can I fuck your mouth?"

"Of course, you can." A smirk curved across her lips. "All you had to do was ask nicely."

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good boy harry coming up!