fun fact: originally, 61 & 62 were supposed to be posted as 1 chapter. and well, this chapter alone is about 17.5K ... yikes! good thing I split them!

this is LONG (that's what she said) so make sure u grab a snack & enjoy! 

ps - don't be afraid to comment hehe 

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062. GOOD // CRAWL

Good boy. 

Who knew those two words were all it took to make the devil unravel.

Rory had to press her thighs together over his reaction.

Seeing the man in front of her transform when he took control was one thing. But watching him unravel for the slightest touch and easily beg on-demand sent a euphoric rush through her body.

"Such a good boy. Mmm? Being so patient... not getting to cum once..."

She leaned down, pressing a kiss just above the waistband of his briefs. Her tongue darted across her bottom lip, watching his muscles contract, flexing his inked skin.

"Please, Rory," he whimpered, "Please, baby, don't tease me."

"Don't worry," she cooed. "I'll make you feel so good, baby."

A loud bang rattled against the bedroom door. "Harry? I know you're in there," a voice from the other side yelled.

"Fuck off, Colson!" Harry gritted through his teeth.

"Romano called. We gotta go in thirty minutes."

He reached for Rory's arm, attempting to pull her back into position. "Ignore him, baby," he whispered, "Please."

"Harry?"

The long-haired devil remained silent, pleading at her with his eyes.

"Harry?" Colson yelled again. "Are you getting up?"

"Fuck, yes, alright?!"

"Good. You now have twenty-nine minutes!"

Hearing the descent down the steps, Harry released a frustrated breath. "I'm going to kill him one day, I swear."

"When you do kill him," she purred, "can I watch?"

"Baby," he groaned, "You're not making this any easier for me."

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a giggle. "Sorry." Making her way off his lap, her eyes watched him as he slowly got up and briefly struggled to stand upright before walking to the door. "Want me to jack you off in the shower?"

Harry hesitated and turned his head. "That's alright." He remained by the door, a puzzled look on his expression. "No," he mumbled, clearly battling the argument in his head, "No."

"Are you sure?"

Brows pinching together, a mixture of frustration and being deep in thought, he finally gave a definitive nod and said, "I'm sure. And, for the record," he leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, "It's fucking hot when you take charge."

"I'll keep that in mind," she whispered, kissing him quickly. "Now be a good boy and go shower before Colson starts yelling again."

Releasing a groan of pleasure, Harry pressed his lips back again hers. "Yes," kiss, "Ma'am."

Harry made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She remained in bed for a bit longer, twisting around the band on her ring finger. She hadn't taken it off since Harry gave it to her. Rory liked wearing it - she found it comforting and a reminder of him, especially when he was out of the house and she was all alone.

It still amazed her that she received something so special, like his mother's ring, in the first place.

Hearing the water turn on, she waited until the glass shower door opened and closed before getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of sweatpants. Not only did her stomach grumble, but she wanted to ensure she got Harry something to eat before he left. He always rushed out of the house without breakfast. And for someone who constantly commented on how she needed to eat better, Rory wondered why he made an exception for skipping the most important meal of the day.

Heading downstairs and into the kitchen, she quickly rummaged through the cupboards and inspected what was left in the fridge. There weren't many groceries left - with everyone's busy and chaotic schedules the past week, it had slipped the mind. Well, not for Rory. She was left behind every day - and for once, she didn't mind being out of the loop. There was enough visible stress across their faces when they returned while Rory spent the day playing video games with Kip or making plans with her friends.

Sourcing a banana, bread, and a small amount of peanut butter remaining in the jar, she settled on making him a sandwich. As she waited for the toaster to work its magic, she made herself a coffee with the fancy machine Harry had purchased. Placing a mug in its position and pressing the start button - the only part of the machine she knew how to work confidently - she waited for the coffee to brew.

"What's going on between you two?"

Rory turned her head. "Good morning to you too, Cheese."

"Well?"

Her attention turned back to the machine, ignoring his annoying presence as the scolding hot liquid finished pouring into the mug. She made her way to the fridge and grabbed the container of creamer, continuing to ignore his pressing stares as she did. When only a few drops managed to make its way into the mug, she groaned, "Dammit! Guess I need to add this to the grocery list too. Do you need anything?"

"What?"

"Do you need anything," she repeated, "you know, from the store?"

"No. Are you going to answer me?"

Rory sighed. "Sorry. What was your question?"

"What is going on between you and Harry?"

"What do you mean?"

The toaster dinged, signalling the machine had completed its task. And thankfully, for once, not burnt the bread to a crisp. Finally, she had mastered the little evil machine.

"You're acting...." Colson waved his hand in front of her face, "weirder than usual."

"Considering you operate with a lack of knowledge of what friendship means, I know it's hard for you to understand basic decency between two people." Rory opened the container of peanut butter and dipped her knife into the jar to collect the minuscule amount left before she smeared it across the toast. "But that's all it is, Cheese."

"So, friends?"

Rory nodded. "Friends."

"Then why are you wearing his mother's ring?"

"What?"

"His mother's ring," Colson pointed to the silver band on her finger, "He's never taken that ring off. And when he has to, it's on a chain around his neck. And there's no way he would ever give it to a friend to wear."

"I guess you don't know him as well as you thought. I'm sorry I had to be the one that shared this news with you. I'm sure it doesn't make it any easier."

"Oh, please. I know more than you ever will."

"Is this some weird competition to you?"

"No." He shrugged. "Just a reminder."

Releasing a frustrated breath, her jaw tensed as she angrily sliced the banana. "Is there a reason you're so curious about who I am friends with?"

"I don't give a shit who you want to call a friend, Rory. I care about the future of this mission and want to ensure no one serves as a distraction."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"How many times have the two of you gotten together and broken up? Three times?"

"Twice," she corrected under her breath.

"Our lives are on the line. And we don't need you two breaking up and getting back together whenever is fucking convenient."

"It's not like that."

"Oh, please. Did you not listen to me the last time we talked about this? Playing house right now might seem like innocent fun, but when shit hits the fan because you two decide to start up round ten of breaking up, you will be fucking all of us over." Colson stepped forward, dropping his voice to a condescending whisper, "Is this what you want? To be someone's distraction? Because he will never give you what you truly want, Rory, and you know it."

"God, you're disgusting."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you are disgusting. And maybe if you spent less time wondering about what we do behind closed doors and focused on getting a fucking hobby instead, you would be a lot happier in life." She stepped forward, poking her finger into his chest. "You don't get to interrogate me like this, and you certainly have no right to talk to me the way you are."

"I'm only looking out for you."

"Looking out for me?" Rory cried in disbelief. "Oh, wow, thank you so much. Your kind words have really warmed my heart." She scoffed, shaking her head. "All you do is degrade and put me down any chance you get. You're not looking out for me - and thank god for that because you're shit at it." She angrily dropped the knife into the sink. "And for the fucking record, my life is also on the line, in case you forgot. So the last thing I would ever want to do is be a distraction. But thanks, you know, for looking out for me."

Collecting the plate in one hand and her mug of coffee in the other, she pictured the satisfaction that would have washed over her if she threw the scolding liquid in his face. Instead, she removed herself from the situation peacefully - which was clearly the less enjoyable option.

She headed back upstairs, taking her frustration out on each step. As she entered the bedroom, she placed the items on the dresser and sat down on the edge of the bed. With her arms crossed over her chest, the angered girl barely noticed Harry's half-naked and very wet self re-enter the room.

"Did you make yourself something to eat, Bambi?"

"It's for you," she replied, the grumpiness evident in her tone.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," she huffed. Letting silence pass to collect her thoughts, Rory took a deep breath and softly said, "I'm fine. Cheese was just frustrating me."

"Doesn't he always?" Harry teased. Noting that her angered brow remained furrowed, he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Rory wanted to do exactly that and spill every detail that pissed her off from the conversation—starting with the accusation that she was a distraction. Unfortunately, she was also aware of the close friendship between the boys, and the last thing she wanted was a snide comment to become anything more.

She shook her head and said, "No. Just kiss me." Receiving a peck on the lips, her pout finally curved into a smile. A sad smile - but still a smile.

"I don't want to leave the house with you upset, Bambi."

"I guess I'm just a bit frustrated." It wasn't the truth about what made her currently upset. But it wasn't a complete lie, either. "We agreed not to tell them so we could have some alone time with it first... and yet I feel like alone time is the only thing we haven't gotten."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry."

"Maybe we should just tell them."

"But you wanted to wait."

Rory shrugged. "But I also want time with you, and the only time we have together that's not rushed is when we're with everyone else."

"We'll find time, okay? Don't decide about telling them just yet." He took her hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss the inside of her palm.

"Okay," she whispered in agreement. "We never finished our discussion from earlier. You know, about what we should call each other?"

"I gave it some thought in the shower, actually. How about partner?"

"Partner?"

Harry nodded. "You're my partner, Rory. In life and crime."

"I like it."

"And just to be clear, you are my girlfriend," he clarified, "But I know you think that word is cursed."

"Then why would you say that!"

"Because I'm going to prove you wrong - that it's not a curse." Harry could tell something was still off. Her smile was genuine but still hinted at something that told him it wasn't all pure. Sadness? Hurt? He didn't know. But he knew that something with his girl was off - and he needed to make it better. "Tonight, it's just you and me."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Yeah, sure it is."

"I mean it. I'll get rid of everyone else."

"Really? And how are you going to do that?"

"I'll buy Kip that new video game he wants and a pizza. And... I'll figure out what to do with the other two. But I promise, Bambi. Tonight is you and me. Okay?"

"You promise?"

He held up his pinkie. "I promise," he said, smiling as she hooked her small finger around his.

"Lock it with a kiss."

Rory kissed the pad of her thumb and waited for Harry to follow suit. Mimicking her action, Harry pressed his thumb against hers. "Locked," he said, "And if I break it, then-"

"I get to cut your dick off."

Harry blinked. "You came up with that alarmingly fast."

"Yeah, well, a promise is a promise," she nodded to their intertwined pinkie fingers, "Now, you won't be able to break it."

"Is that so?"

"A pinkie promise is, like, legally binding."

"Really?"

She nodded proudly. "In our house, it is."

Our house. Hearing her say that was enough for him to give in to her crazy antics and stop arguing - even if it meant the possibility of losing his dick over it. "You can't pull that card all the time," he warned as he walked to the dresser to find a pair of clothes.

"We'll see about that."

Rory watched Harry quickly pull on a pair of slacks before slipping his arms through a dress shirt. Gone were the days of wearing a cotton t-shirt around Mr. Romano - he expected everyone to dress the part.

Harry faced the mirror and held up two ties, trying to decide which was best. "Bambi?"

"Neither." Rory walked to the drawer and pulled out her selection, pressing it against his chest so he could see the colour match. "Much better."

"You're always right about these things."

"Everything," she corrected. "I'm right about everything. Now turn around." As he immediately followed instructions, the corners of her mouth tugged upward. "Good boy," she cooed, placing the silk material around his neck and under the shirt collar. "Busy day?"

"I'm sure it will be. But knowing I'll get to come home to you will make it all worth it."

Her eyes peered up in disbelief as her hands continued to work the silk material into a tie formation. "Yeah, we'll see about that," she huffed under her breath, pulling the knot and sliding it into position.

"A promise is a promise." He tucked his finger under her chin. "Besides, I'll lose my dick if I break it."

"I guess I'll be spending my day picking out the perfect knife."

"Have some faith in me, Bambi."

"I do! It's them that I don't have faith in."

"Well, that's fair. But I'll call in some reinforcements for help. And since most things should be wrapping up tonight, I'm confident I'll be able to pull through for us."

"Confident..." she repeated, "That's a big word." Leaning forward, her lips brushed his as she whispered, "I wish you and your little Harry the best of luck."

They snuck in a kiss before Colson started yelling from the bottom of the stairs. Not wanting to see the source of her anger this morning, Rory stayed behind in the bedroom, using the shower as an excuse not to go downstairs. Harry gave her one final kiss and grabbed his breakfast off the dresser before leaving the room.

Rory sat down on the bed, letting out a frustrated breath. She knew it was selfish to wish he didn't have to work like this. It wasn't like Harry wanted to be under this stress. But she couldn't help it. They needed a night alone. She desperately hoped Harry was right in possessing his confidence. Even a few hours would be accepted - shit, she'd take one hour if that meant they could kiss and snuggle without interruptions for sixty minutes.

Keeping herself busy was the best - and only - way Rory kept herself sane. There weren't that many places she could go during the day. Or at least, there weren't many she felt safe going to. Only public places filled with people were options for her - which possessed a significant obstacle considering she hated people.

Aside from her dislike of people, one of the main reasons she didn't want to leave was all due to a small device. Every time she left the house, she had to take the phone gifted by Handler. She felt Harry's disgust and hatred when giving her the instruction - he hated the thought more than she did. However, it wasn't the phone itself that she had a problem with. It was just a reminder that she, or any of them, could be contacted at any given time.

The second they were contacted meant everything would become real again. The mission. The fear. The pain.

Rory wasn't ready for that to start.

It was nearing lunchtime when the house phone rang. A distinct ringtone from the old landline ensured no one was frightened when it went off. Pausing her show, she reached to the side table at the end of the couch and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Miss Young," the deep voice said from the other end of the call, "It's Stefano."

She was relieved to hear his voice. "Hi, Mr. Romano. Is everything okay?"

"Certainly. I just wanted to call and let you know that I will be keeping the boys out of the house tonight," he explained, "I don't mean to overstep, but Harry did express some frustration over how... hectic the house has been, let's say. And I wanted you to know that you two will get your night alone."

"Oh," Rory chewed her bottom lip, "That's nice of you."

"Well, I am aware of my contribution due to some current business ventures keeping him busy the past few days. So, this is my way of making up for it. I'll ensure no one returns to the house until the morning."

"Thank you."

"Not a problem. Harry will be occupied until just after seven, but I'll ensure he heads home immediately."

Hanging up the phone, Rory took a moment to let it all sink in. Tonight was about to be real. A real moment alone between them. And suddenly, the realization of just that sent her into a spiral.

Oh god, she cried to herself. How the fuck do I spend time alone with him?

"Calm down, Rory," she whispered, "It's just Harry. You don't need to get sweaty palms over Harry." Wiping her sweat-covered hands against her pant legs, she bit the inside of her cheek. What the fuck were they supposed to do all night? "Think," she coached herself. "He'll be home after seven. He'll be hungry. It's dinner time. I'll make him dinner." Walking into the kitchen, she nodded along to her own words, "A nice romantic dinner."

Her eyes fell to the bare shelves of the kitchen cabinets and empty fridge.

"Groceries. First, I'll get groceries."

Hurrying up the stairs and into her bedroom, Rory quickly found a clean pair of clothes and brushed her hair. She wasn't trying to look good by any means for a trip to the store - just the bare minimum of presentable. Once her appearance was handled, she headed for the ballerina jewelry box on top of the dresser and took out the giant wad of cash Harry had left her. She counted out a handful of bills, noted the amount taken, the date, and the reason on a piece of paper and put the remainder back safely into the box.

She got a ride to the grocery store, courtesy of Big Mike. The two had become fast friends during their time together as he accompanied her on various trips. Rory liked having him around, especially when he offered to push the cart for her so she could freely stroll around the ample space.

Standing at the meat counter, she sunk her teeth into her cheek, overwhelmed with choice.

"Get that one," Big Mike suggested, tapping the glass. "I may not be a chef, but I know that's the best cut."

Listening to the guidance of the large man beside her, Rory ordered exactly that and added it to the cart. If it weren't for Big Mike's continued suggestions, including the other ingredients she needed to make her meal, Rory would have most likely broken down in the store. Now that would have been a spectacle for sure.

Unfortunately for the poor Bambi, her moment of relaxation only lasted so long. A pressing issue flooded her mind when she returned to the house with her abundance of groceries and looked at all the items.

She had no idea how to fucking cook any of this.

Rory's breakdown didn't happen in the store.

Instead, it happened on the kitchen floor.

She instantly turned into a sobbing mess, tucking her knees into her chest as she rested her back against the cabinets. Big Mike didn't know how to cook (he just knew what tasted good), Kip wasn't around to help, and the other boys were at work. Not that they could know why it was so important for this dinner to be perfect. They wouldn't understand why she was crying over meat.

After what felt like far too long, Rory wiped her eyes and reached for her phone. There was only one person she thought to call for help - but she knew she had to somewhat collect herself so she wouldn't worry them over the phone.

But the second the call was answered, the tears flowed uncontrollably.

Feeling pathetic for crying, she couldn't muster the strength to get up. Therefore, she remained on the ground until her saviour came rushing through the front door. Upon their arrival, a wave of calm filled the overall tense space in the kitchen - something Rory desperately needed.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't cry," the woman cooed, "Everything is going to be okay. I'm here to help."

Rory lifted her head, and her bottom lip trembled as she met the worried glance of Doctor Khan. "B-but I j-just-"

"It's okay," she said softly, reaching a hand forward to wipe the girl's eyes. "We will get through this together. I brought some extra ingredients just in case and even some fun things to get you ready for your special night."

"Thank you. And thank you for coming so fast. I-I didn't mean to interrupt your day."

"Sweetheart, it's no interruption at all. I'd drop anything to come and help you." Doctor Khan checked her watch. "Now, we have plenty of time before Harry returns home, and I will handle all of the dinner preparations for you, so don't you worry about that. But first, how about we start by getting rid of these tears? I have an eye mask in my bag that always does the trick."

With a sniffle and another wipe of her eyes, Rory took the Doctor's hand and got off the floor. "I'd like that."

"Excellent! Let me show you all my goodies!" Doctor Khan led her over to the table where she had dropped her things.

Rory's attention immediately fell on the garment bag. "What's this?"

"I was cleaning through my closet the other day and found a dress I used to adore when I was about your age. I thought you may like it, so I brought it for you to try on."

"You brought me a dress?"

The Doctor nodded as she riffled through her bag. "But if you don't like it, I won't take any offence. Now," she held up two options, "which mask would you like to try?"

XX

"Rory? I'm home, baby," Harry called out, closing the front door behind him. "Stefano told me he called and told you the good news! It's just us - like I promised." Shrugging off his suit jacket, he hung it on the coat rack. "It smells fucking amazing in here, Bambi," he said, loosening his tie.

Stepping out of the entryway and into the house, he opened his mouth to call out her name again. But the moment his eyes fell on the sight of her, his mouth ran dry. He stood in amazement, wondering how someone could look so innocent and yet devious at the same time.

An exquisite black dress clung to every curve of her body and was designed with a square neckline that perfectly accentuated her bust. The material ran down to a few inches above her ankle and had a slit in the back. Her hair hung behind her shoulders, and a shade of red painted her full lips.

Harry had difficulty over what to look at. The dress he wanted to rip off, hair he wanted to weave his fingers through and pull on, lips he wanted to kiss, or her eyes - God, those Bambi eyes of hers made him melt every damn time.

However, it wasn't just how she looked - but the undeniable confidence she possessed that sent him to fall under her spell.

"Welcome home," her voice purred, heels clicking against the wooden floors as she approached him. "Hungry?"

"Definitely."

Harry rested his hands on her hips, eyes roaming every inch of her body up close. He wanted to drink it all in, every curve of her. She was intoxicating - more potent than any drink or drug he had ever consumed. And he loved every second of it.

One hand moved along the side of her body, feeling the material of her dress until it reached the curve of her breasts. His finger slowly trailed along the neckline, back and forth, before resting in the space between her bust. The light touch of his finger up her chest left a trail of goosebumps behind on the Bambi's skin. A desire to mark every inch of her skin burned inside him. But he knew he wasn't the time yet. After all, they had all night for him to do just that.

His hand wrapped around the front of her throat. He briefly let his hand rest there - he didn't squeeze or apply any pressure. That, too, would be added to the list of things to do later. Sliding his hand up her throat, he gripped her jaw, tilting her head slightly.

"Want a taste?"

If he weren't already, those four words from her sinful lips would have made Harry fall in love right there and then. 

Her mouth curved into a knowing smirk as he remained silent, knowing her effect. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he leaned forward and closed the remaining distance, capturing her lips with his for a needy, hungry kiss.

Rory grabbed a fistful of his shirt, keeping his body close to hers. She tried to keep her poised exterior; however, it proved difficult the second their lips connected, melting into his touch. Thankfully, Harry was far too intoxicated by his vixen to notice. He could only focus on his lips on hers and kissing her repeatedly.

Forcing distance between them, Rory quickly regained her composure and reminded him, "I said just a taste." She raised her hand to his mouth, wiping the red tint off his lips. "How was it?"

"You taste as good as you look."

"You think I look good?"

He hummed a response, nudging his nose against hers. "Fucking perfect, baby." His hands ran over the sides of her dress. "Where on earth did this come from?"

"My fairy godmother." She wrapped her hand around his tie. "She showed up, waved her magic around, and poof. Here it is."

"Well, remind me to send her a fucking thank you card."

Rory giggled. "Will do. But first," she tugged on the silk material around his neck, "I have a special night for us."

"Oh, yeah? Is that why it smells so good in here?"

She nodded, leading the way and dragging him along with his tie. "Had some help with that, too," she explained as they entered the living room. "While we wait for dinner to finish in the oven, why don't I fix you a drink?"

Harry didn't have a chance to respond. Her hand pressed against his chest, gently shoving him back into a chair. The action caught him by surprise, one he quite particularly enjoyed. He liked seeing her take charge and set the tone.

As Rory walked to the bar cart to make his drink, his eyes looked around the space. It surprised him to barely recognize his own living room. The lighting was dimmed, only providing a soft golden glow. The fireplace had been lit, a feature of the home he couldn't remember ever using. But the dim lighting and glow from the fireplace added warmth to the space. And the sound of jazz music playing softly from his record player perfectly set the mood for their evening.

Rory returned with a glass of his favourite amber liquid. "Here you are," she said, handing forward the crystal. "How does it taste?"

He took a small sip and licked his lips. "Delicious."

"Perfect." Watching her turn, he quickly placed the glass on the side table and reached for her arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

She gestured to the empty chair beside his. "To sit."

"Why? There's a perfect spot right here." He patted his thighs, and a sly grin appeared as he added, "Come. Sit."

Rory gave him the honour of winning this round, allowing him to guide her back. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his lap, hanging her legs across his. Harry secured his arm around her back, keeping her body stable. He reached for his drink and took a sip before resting the glass on her knee.

"Comfortable?"

"Very," she purred.

Leaning closer, she captured his lips in a kiss, letting her tongue tangle with his, tasting the hint of scotch still lingering behind. Her hand rested on his shoulder, keeping him close. The moment she decided they had enough, her touch lowered to his chest, and she pushed to create distance between them.

As Harry leaned in for another kiss, not wanting it to end, Rory strained her neck. "Not yet," she whispered. "Be a good boy and enjoy your drink."

"Are you trying to get me liquored up, Bambi?" he asked, raising the glass to his lips.

"No. I just want you to finish it before we eat. We have nice, expensive wine to have with dinner."

"Nice and expensive wine? Now, where did you find that?"

"My fairy godmother gave me more than just this pretty dress you like."

Harry took another sip from his glass. "Did she now?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, running her hand back and forth over his chest. Her attention moved to his shirt collar, playing with the material. "She helped me with dinner, too."

"Wow... do you think we can get her to make us dinner every night?"

"I'm sure I could arrange that."

"Fantastic," he whispered, eyes lost as they scanned her body. "I think I could get used to coming home like this."

Her fingertips grazed the skin of his neck, and she watched Harry hold back a shiver in response to the slight action. "Are you saying you want to come home to me in a dress and heels every night?"

"I don't care what you wear, baby. You know you could wear a garbage bag and still be the most beautiful person in the whole world." He sipped his drink. "I just like coming home to you."

Taking the glass from his hand, she raised it to her mouth, and with her lips hovering the brim, she asked, "What if I wanted to come home to you?"

"Then I'd be waiting by the front door on my knees for your arrival."

Draining the remaining liquid in one swing, she ignored the burn that fired down the back of her throat. "Good answer." Rory leaned forward and placed the empty glass on the side table. "And do you want to know what good boys get for good answers?"

Harry couldn't decide what enticed him more: the scent of her vanilla perfume overwhelming his senses or her words. It's the words, he concluded, feeling his mouth run dry.

His eyes fell into a trance, watching her tongue dart across her bottom lip. "What do good boys get?" he asked in a desperate whisper, attempting to contain a groan that begged to escape.

The place between them became further minimized. Rory brushed her lips against his and peered her eyes up. A sinful grin spread across her red-stained lips as she said, "Good boys get a reward."

"I've been good," he blurted out, "I promise!"

"I know you have, baby. So why don't I-" Hearing the timer in the kitchen ring, Rory pulled back. "Oh," she pouted her bottom lip, faking her displeasure in a bordering mocking tone - she had set it up perfectly, knowing the timer would interrupt the moment, "I guess I'll just have to reward you after we eat dinner."

Disappointed washed across the devil's expression, watching his innocent vixen easily get off his lap. With his desire for her reaching uncontrollable levels, a protest over not receiving a reward lingered on his tongue. But when Harry attempted to vocalize it, the only sound released from his lips was a dismayed whimper.

"Don't be sad, baby," Rory cooed as she reached a hand forward and gently grasped his chin. "The longer you wait for me, the better it will be."

Staring into her doe-eyes, a trance overtook his mind, causing him to utter without realizing, "I have never been more turned on in my entire life."

Lips curving into a satisfied grin, her touch dropped from his chin to grasp his tie. "Come on," she said, tugging on the silk material to guide him onto his feet, "We have a dinner to enjoy."

Harry followed silently behind. Entranced by the way her hips swung, the dining room setup almost passed him without notice. The flicker of a candle from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned his head.

"I'll get our food. How about you open the wine?"

Rory motioned to the bottle on the table, but he was still taking in the four walls surrounding him, amazed by the sight.

The lighting was dimmed, continuing the flow of warmth from the living room into this space. However, instead of a burning fireplace, various candelabras were scattered around to add ambiance. Harry liked the atmosphere it created and made a mental note of it for the future.

Two spots were set at the table - one place setting at the end and one on the side, creating a corner of intimacy. Forcing himself back into reality, he quickly started his task, picking up the bottle of wine and a corkscrew. He didn't want to risk getting scolded before dinner officially started.

However, getting scolded didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

Red rose petals were scattered across the table, but the vase in the middle contained none other than a collection of lollipops. Harry smiled to himself as he filled the two glasses of wine.

Spotting her enter the room, he asked. "Did you do all of this?"

"Yes." She placed the two plates full of food down on the table. "Why... is it too much?"

"No, not at all. It's amazing." He stepped toward her, voice dropping to a whisper as he added, "No one has gone to this kind of effort for me before."

With reddened cheeks, she shrugged off his remark. "It's no big deal."

"It is," he insisted. His hand went to her waist as he took another step and leaned forward. "Thank you."

Rory closed the remaining gap between them. Kissing him now wasn't part of her grand plan for tonight. She wanted to make him wait until after dinner before getting another taste. However, she couldn't help but give in. His expression broke and mended her heart all at the same time.

And it was at that moment she realized how similar they were.

Both of them wanted love - but neither of them thought they deserved it.

Harry's happiness came from spoiling her. But he never thought about how nice it felt to be on the receiving end of such a gesture. And Harry showed just how thankful he was with the passion behind his kiss.

With her backside pushed against the table, Rory melted against his touch. It became hard for the poor Bambi to contain her sounds of pleasure that begged to escape.

His lips moved to her jaw and quickly worked down her neck - mixing in a pattern of kissing, nipping, and sucking at the skin. Everything drove her crazy and made her forget a hot meal was ready.

She sucked in a harsh breath as he spent time on the spot that drove her insane. Her hand gripped the table's edge, back arching in response to his pleasure. Her eyes fell on the perfectly plated dinner as her head rolled to the side.

"H-harry-" she fell silent, biting back a moan.

Harry grinned against her skin. "What, baby?"

"Harry..." she tried again, "We need to eat-"

Harry wanted her back in control. Moving his lips up to her ear, he was more than happy to remind her. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, "Make me," he nipped at the sensitive skin, "Force me to, baby."

Regaining control of her breath, her hand moved to the nap of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. She tugged, roughly pulling his head back. But the groan and sly grin across his lips signalled that it was pleasurable for him.

"That's enough," she warned, pulling on his hair again just for good measure. "Sit and eat. Now. Or there will be no reward for you."

Not only was watching him scramble into his chair as fast as he could comical, but it also served as a reminder. Rory wasn't just in control tonight. She was in complete control. Harry wouldn't risk anything to hurt his chances over a reward.

Rory had all the power tonight.

Straightening her dress and fixing her hair, she slowly lowered herself into her chair. She picked up her glass of wine and looked at him. Her lips parted to cheers him, but Harry had other plans.

Taking her hand in his, he said, "Before we start, I wanted to say thank you."

"For what?"

"For doing all of this - putting it all together... and giving me a second chance so I can spend this night with you." His thumb grazed across her ring finger. "Also, for wearing this... have I told you how much I love seeing you wear it?"

"Really? You don't regret giving it to me?"

"Not for a fucking second, baby." He grinned, raising his glass. "Most importantly, thank you for being my partner."

She clinked her glass against his. "Thank you for being mine."

"I'm so lucky to have you."

Smiling against the brim of her glass, she took a sip. She tried to ignore the disgust from the liquid she swallowed - for something so expensive, it surely had a particularly interesting (and unappealing) taste. "You said it best," she licked her lips, putting the wine glass on the table, "We're permanent."

"I love hearing you say that."

"Good. Now, behave yourself and eat."

Harry didn't need another order to dig into his food - his plate was piled high with steak, vegetables and roasted potatoes. The smell alone caused his mouth to water. And the first bite left him close to orgasm. He wanted to blame that on his week of sexual frustration; however, the food truly was just that good.

"Do you like it?"

He nodded his head feverishly, taking another bite. "Tastes fucking amazing." Reaching for his glass of wine, he quickly added, "And this wine is amazing too."

"Mmhm," she stuffed her mouth with food and hummed a fake agreement.

Harry abruptly got up from the table, leaving Rory wide-eyed and rightful confused. He hadn't gone far - she could hear him in the living room. The sounds of glass bottles being picked up and placed back down only added to her confusion. He returned with a short crystal glass and put it in front of her before returning to his chair.

"What's this?"

"A new drink. Vodka soda."

"Thank you... but why?"

A laugh escaped as he shook his head in disbelief. "Because you hate the wine, Rory."

"What! No, I don't!"

"Rory-"

"I love it, actually."

"Rory-"

"Best wine I've ever had."

"Rory-"

"Rich people totally have good taste. This wine is a perfect example of that!"

"Rory," he repeated softly, nudging the glass to her, "You don't have to pretend."

She released a sigh. "Thank god. That's foul. Do you actually enjoy it?"

"I do."

Wrinkling her nose, she slid her wine glass across the table towards his. "Well, now you have two."

"We need to work on your pallet, Bambi."

"I have a fantastic pallet, thank you very much. It's so good that I know that tastes like feet." Rory looked down at her plate, wanting to ignore the sly grin he proudly wore over her comment, and stabbed her fork into the meat. She released a breath, calming herself down from the wine debacle before meeting his gaze and sweetly asking, "So, how was your day, dear?"

"It wasn't too stressful today, honey," he said, copying her sweet tone of voice to play along. "All went well today."

"I'm glad to hear it."

"Me too." He sliced his knife through the meat. "We have everything figured out now."

"Oh? Does that mean-"

"No more early mornings and insanely late nights?" Raising the fork to his mouth, he grinned and said, "It does."

"Wow... so we'll be able to see each other for more than thirty minutes a day?"

"Crazy, right?"

"It's madness!" Rory propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm. "So... do I get to know what you'll actually be doing there now?"

"My presence around the bar will remain the same with the employees. But the backend work with the finances and all that will move to Gio." He studied her expression over uttering the name, but she didn't even flinch.

"So, you're just the pretty face now," she teased. "Must be nice getting to show up and play the boss."

"Well, let's not-" The rest of his sentence died on the tip of his tongue, feeling something press against the inside of his pant leg. Harry looked down, watching her foot travelling up his calf and back down.

"What was that? I don't think you finished your sentence there."

Harry tried to remember what he intended to say - but their entire conversation had evaporated from his memory. Feeling her foot move once again, he grabbed hold of her ankle and asked, "I thought you said we had to behave."

"We?" she repeated, cocking her head to the side. "I never said we - I said you had to behave. But I didn't say anything about me." Rory pointed to his plate. "You still have some food left."

Rory sat back and watched in amusement as Harry attempted to focus on his meal. With every slight movement of her foot, his skin would flush. She loved watching his breakdown in front of her so quickly - in fact, she was sure a tap on the shoulder would cause him to cum right then and there. It was fascinating to see.

"All done?"

Harry nodded, wiping the corners of his mouth with the napkin.

"Good boy. Now, push your chair back."

She smiled proudly as he instantly followed instructions. The legs of the chair scratched against the wooden floors as he pushed it back. His fingers tapped against the armrests in anticipation, watching her movements.

Reaching forward, she grabbed her drink off the table and took a long sip. His impatient eyes were evident, but that didn't stop her from taking her time. With a single sip left in her glass, she made her movements even slower, and his frustration built even higher. She truly loved all of this. Once her glass was finished, Rory rose from her seat and circled to the back of his chair.

"You've been such a good boy for me all week... haven't you?" she said, placing her hands on his shoulders, "Every time we had a moment alone together..." her head dipped down, ghosting her lips past his ear, "you always made sure to please me first." Her hands trailed down the front of his chest. "Even though I know you were dying for some attention. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes."

"My good boy," she cooed, kissing his neck. "I want to show you how thankful I am. Can I do that for you?"

"Please."

"Please?" she repeated, stifling a laugh as she walked around his chair. "You already sounding so desperate for me - how adorable." Rory placed her hands on either armrest and leaned forward. Her lips brushed against his as she spoke, "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight. And even if someone walks in, you don't stop. Understood?"

"Y-yes."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Good boy."

Leaning back, she gave him one final look over, soaking in his desperate need before lowering herself to her knees. Pressing the palms against the inside of his thighs, she moved her hands slowly towards his crotch. Rory couldn't deny it - she was almost as desperate as he was for this.

Her hands made quick work of his belt buckle and zipper, and with his dress pants tugged down, Rory pressed her palm to his briefs and licked her lips.

"Bambi," his voice whined, "I-I probably won't be able to last long."

"I know... but that's fine. I just need you to get a release before dessert."

His lips parted to question her statement. However, the feeling of her hand dipping beneath the waistband of his briefs silenced any possible words. And as she stroked him, Harry had to do everything possible not to cum right then.

"So hard for me already," Rory commented, a smirk tugging on her lips as she leaned forward.

Harry sucked in a breath - but nothing prepared him for the moment she ran her flattened tongue from base to tip. "Fucking hell," he groaned, hands gripping the armrests. "Do it again," he begged, "Please, Bambi."

Rory happily obliged, not needing to be asked - or begged - twice. She went from the bottom to the top and swirled her tongue around the tip. Her knees pressed into the floor as she reached for more height to spit out a buildup of saliva, and her hand worked it down his hardened length.

Resting her cheek against his thigh, her eyes peered at him as her hand jacked him off. She watched his expression, his half-opened eyes and pinched brows. "Harry," her voice drew out slowly. She inched her face closer to his cock and pressed a delicate kiss to the side of his length. "Look at me, baby."

His head rolled forward; green eyes hazed with lust met hers.

She lifted her face off his thigh and pressed another kiss higher, working her way back up to the tip, "Do you," kiss, "want to," kiss, "fuck my," kiss, "mouth until," kiss, "you cum?"

A loud, desperate groan fell from his lips over the words. "Yes," he managed out in a whisper, "Please, Bambi."

"Well, since you said please, how could I deny you?" Her tongue swirled around the head, cleaning off the pre-cum from the tip and swallowing it with a grin. "I don't want to get any mess on my pretty dress. So, when you're done fucking my mouth, you'll cum there too. Understood?"

"Y-yes." He nodded feverishly. "U-understood."

"Good boy."

Without warning, Rory wrapped her lips around him. While Harry released a groan at the sudden act, she couldn't help but do the same - causing a vibration around his cock. Just as he was for her mouth, she, too, was desperate for a taste. There was something she loved about being able to please him - the expressions of pleasure that crossed his face were worth the sore knees and jaw.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," Harry moaned as she worked inch by inch into her mouth.

Releasing the grip on the armrest, his arm reached forward, gathering her hair in his hands. Harry was aware he wasn't in complete control tonight. However, he had been instructed by his vixen to fuck her mouth - therefore, he had a role in contributing. Tightening the grip on her hair, he nudged her head father, encouraging her to take more and go deeper.

"So, so good," he chanted in a whisper, "So, fucking good, Bambi."

Rory was more than happy to oblige. She relaxed her throat and worked as much of his length as she could. The sounds coming from the man above her only encouraged her further. Every groan of pleasure and gasp of breath made her work harder - take more, even when she was close to gagging. She wanted to please him.

He pulled her head back, allowing them to both catch their breaths for a second. Harry stared up at the ceiling with a thick layer of sweat on the back of his neck. He couldn't look at her - not yet. Those sinful doe-eyes were torturous enough on their own and even worse when he was trying to hold back from finishing so soon.

"Is that all you got?"

The words sent his attention immediately to the smug vixen on the ground.

"Don't hold back," she whispered, mouth hovering over the tip, "Use my mouth until you cum."

Hearing those words was enough to snap Harry back into reality. He remained weak under her spell, but enough strength was left within him to push her head back down without warning.

"You're so good to me... so fucking good...." His softened words contradicted the roughness of his actions.

Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he controlled the speed and amount of cock she was forced to take. Her eyes brimmed with tears at the sudden intrusion. But Rory loved every second of it - evident by the arousal that dripped down the inside of her thigh.

Feeling her gag around him, Harry loudly moaned. Only a few seconds passed before he pulled her off again, letting her catch a breath. "You okay?"

She stared up at him. The makeup around her eyes was slightly smudged, and her cheeks were rosy and flushed. And the smile that crossed her red, swollen lips never left as she replied, "Again."

Harry thanked his lucky stars right at that moment for her. "Oh, fucking hell," he groaned out at her eagerness and pushed her head back down.

Time to adjust to his length was not given this time around. But Rory showed no fear of his lack of mercy. Her eyes remained peered up, watching his expression, every gasp of breath and a pinch of his brows. She loved watching him try to contain himself as she took his cock, letting it hit the back of her throat. He was close - very close. And she knew the chance of him slowing down now was nonexistent.

His fingers grabbed her hair right at the root, grabbing with a rough hold, keeping her head in position and bobbing it up and down. Thrusting his hips, he forced his cock to repeatedly hit the back of her throat. She let him set the rhythm and relaxed her throat, wanting him to use her mouth however he saw fit.

Looking down at her, he wore a lopsided grin as he hissed through his teeth, "Fuck, baby, so good," his rambling continued with every thrust, "So fucking good to me."

Rory could only respond to his gratitude with a moan against his cock. Her thighs pressed together, attempting to keep her own wetness contained. But with every passing second, it was getting harder and harder to keep herself under control.

His arms wrapped around the back of her head as the front half of his body hunched over. The tip of her nose pressed against his skin. Her eyes squeezed shut, gagging around him. Just as she struggled to breathe, Harry pulled her head off. She gasped for air and watched a thick trail of saliva drip from her mouth to his cock.

Rory didn't wait for her head to be pushed down this time. She took matters into her own hands - or, more accurately, her own mouth, causing his hips to jerk forward over her action.

"F-fuck, Rory," he groaned, attempting to keep his head up. "I'm gonna-"

The release hit the back of her throat before Harry could finish his announcement. Hot spurts of cum filled her mouth. She released a quiet squeal at the amount - but was determined to keep herself in position until he finished. His legs twitched as he continued to unload. With his head rolling back, a chorus of moans and heavy breathing escaped his lips. Rory thought it was a beautiful sight to see. She was proud to finally bring him to release. And what a release it was.

Harry returned to consciousness, rolling his head back and looking down at the beautiful sight before him. Slowly, his head guided her head back, easing her mouth off his cock. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. A small amount leaked from both corners of her mouth, and he quickly reached a hand forward to wipe it away, not wanting it to trickle down onto her dress.

But just as he looked for something to wipe his fingers with, Rory took the digits into her mouth, licking them clean.

He could have finished again right on the spot from her doing that.

Harry remained quiet as she cleaned him off. His breathing was still heavy to speak - besides, he was far too overwhelmed with what had just occurred to articulate a sentence. Watching as she stood, his heart skipped a beat as he noticed the smirk on her lips. He couldn't help but feel his palms get slick with sweat over meeting those honey-brown eyes. She was perfect; beautiful. It was no wonder his heart skipped a beat over someone like her.

Handing him a glass of water, she softly spoke, "Harry, are you listening?"

He nodded.

"Words."

"Y-yes," he sipped from his glass, "I'm listening."

"Good boy. Now, when I tell you to, you'll count to one hundred and then come upstairs. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Excellent."

A haze clouded his mind so heavily that he hadn't realized Rory had left until she was already gone. Her figure disappeared up the last step as his head rolled to the side. "Start counting!" he heard her call. Start counting, he reminded himself. Start counting.

One... two... three...

Harry sipped his water.

Nineteen... twenty... twenty-one...

He tried to focus on his breathing.

thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five...

Getting his heart rate down would help.

Fifty-one... fifty-two... fifty-three...

He took another sip of water. He needed to stay hydrated.

Sixty-seven... sixty-eight... sixty-nine...

Shit, he groaned to himself. Usually, it didn't take him this long to bounce back.

He sipped his water.

Fuck. I forgot where I was.

"Harry?" Rory's voice called out in a sweet-sounding tone, "Did you fall asleep on me?"

"N-no," he cleared his throat, "No, I'm still here!"

"Did you lose track of your counting?"

He winced. "Yeah..."

"Aw, poor boy," she cooed, "Come up, baby."

Draining the rest of his water, he placed the empty glass on the table and stood. "Coming!" His eyes fell down to the unbuttoned dress pants hanging around his waist. "Oh, shit," he mumbled, quickly buttoning them up as he hurried to the stairs.

One hand grabbed the railing while the other skimmed the walls for support. A slight wobble remained in his legs, and the last thing he wanted was to lose his balance completely and fall. And doing something like that would mean he would risk losing his reward.

There was no fucking chance he would miss out on that.

Standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes fell to the ground, spotting the same rose petals from the dining table scattered across the floor. To his surprise, they didn't lead to her room. They led to his.

He slowly made his way to the opposite end of the hall and pushed open the door to the dimly lit room. Candles were lit and placed on the dresser and side table. His attention could only focus on the new decor for so long once he spotted his vixen standing near the bed.

Harry had never felt the impact of falling silent like this before. But one look at her took his breath away.

Similar to how it felt first spotting her when he entered the house, it had nothing to do with the clothing (or lack of clothing) she wore. It had everything to do with her confidence.

Rory commanded the room.

And soon, she would command him too.

His mouth ran dry as she moved toward him slightly. Ample distance remained between them, but the small step was enough to crash a wave of anticipation through his body. His eyes scanned over her new attire - he couldn't help himself.

The tiniest scrap of white lace covered her chest and matched the fabric that clung to her hips. A chain hung around her waist, lined with perfect white pearl beads, while a thick white ribbon tied around her thigh matched the bows at the end of her braided pigtails.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat.

Braided pigtails. They're great for pulling on during sex - he could distinctly remember her saying.

If it weren't for the slight tug on the corner of her mouth, pulling into a smirk, he would have been easily tricked by her appearance.

Bambi looked sweet and innocent.

However, Harry was well aware his girl could be anything but - and he was prepared for the vixen to prove just that.

"Harry," she drew his name out softly. As his emerald green eyes met hers, she asked, "Safe word?"

Harry blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "Batman."

"Batman," she repeated, humming it over. Confident it wouldn't come up in any other situation, she nodded in agreement, "Alright. Batman it is." Her lips curved into a smile - an almost patronizing one. "You're going to do as I say tonight, understood?"

He nodded instantly. He'd do anything she asked.

"Words, Harry."

"Yes," he whispered, "Understood."

"Unless I tell you otherwise, I am in control tonight."

"You're in control tonight," he repeated in agreement.

"You said you would do anything for my forgiveness. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

With a proud smirk, she roughly demanded, "Then say it."

"I'll do anything for your forgiveness."

"Say it again."

"I'll do anything for your forgiveness, Rory."

"Again."

"I'll do anything for your forgiveness. Please, Rory. Please, forgive me. Please."

"God," she uttered in a satisfied groan, "You're adorable when you beg." Resting against the end of the bed, she said, "Now, why don't you come here and prove to me how sorry you truly are." The second Harry took a step, Rory held up her finger to stop him. "Not like that."

Harry raised a brow.

"Get on your knees and crawl to me."

Without a second thought, Harry lowered himself, sinking down on his knees. With his hands on the ground, he did just as she asked - he crawled to her. There was no shame in his movements across the bedroom floor. Rory had instructed, so he listened and did as he was told. And stopped in front of her, he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Sit up," she ordered, "Let me look at those pretty eyes of yours."

Rory waited until he sat up on his knees, pressing his bottom against the heels of his feet. But when he took too long to look, she reached her hand down and grasped his hair, tugging roughly at the strands to force his head up.

"There we go," she said. Satisfaction coaxed through her, noting how he held back a moan over her action. "You look so pretty on your knees for me, baby," her voice cooed, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. "I love making a powerful man crawl to me. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes," he whispered, "Thank you."

"Aw, look who knows their manners. How polite." Her hand gently grasped his chin. "I'll play fair tonight. You can let me know if you want me to do something harder or faster. But you don't ask for it - you beg. Understood?"

"Yes."

"This is where you earn your reward," the grip on his chin roughly tightened, "And your reward... is my forgiveness. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good boy," she praised. Her hand dropped from his chin, earning a whimper of disappointment from the long-haired devil kneeling on the ground. She sat down on the bed and inched him forward with her finger. "Come on, my good boy. Time to show me how badly you want to earn your reward."

Rory leaned back and pressed her palms against the mattress. She sucked in a nervous breath as Harry shuffled forward, drawing closer to the end of the bed. Anytime she had been more dominant in the bedroom, it was all done for a con. She had never been this way out of desire. And for a second, she feared she wasn't doing well at being in charge. Maybe none of this was right - was she even talking to him the right way? Did she need to order him around more? Less?

Oh god, her chest clenched with nerves. I'm fucking this all up, aren't I?!

Harry's sly grin instantly diminished her worries as he whispered, "Yes, ma'am," and leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the inside of her ankle. His lips slowly trailed up her legs, placing soft kisses as he went, slightly parting her legs after each gentle touch.

Feeling his hand on her skin, she sucked in a nervous breath. Pleading emerald green eyes met hers as his kisses skimmed over her bent knee. Harry focused on her inner thighs, never letting his eyes leave hers. His lips dragged across the skin on one side and then the other until he hovered over her core.

Hands following the trail his lips left behind, his palms moved inside her thighs, spreading her legs further apart. Harry licked his lips and waited for instruction. "Keep going," she encouraged.

Rory didn't know if she should order him around more - pull on his hair and force his head into position. If that's what he wanted, he surely didn't show it. Harry knew she was new to this and thought she was doing her job perfectly. He comforted her with another smile, saying, "Yes, ma'am," and gently dragging his knuckle across her lace-covered core. Rory gasped from the action - and Harry had to contain his own groan, feeling how wet she already was.

Remembering she had the power, Rory instructed, "Take them off." Feeling his hands on her hips, she quickly grabbed his wrist. "And don't fucking rip these."

"Yes, ma'am." His fingers slipped under the lace. "Lift your hips for me, love."

Love.

Rory had never heard him refer to her that way before.

Love.

No one had ever referred to her like that.

Love-

"Rory?"

She blinked. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

She cleared her throat, unsure how to answer, but opted for a nod. "Yeah," she said, quickly eyeing her current position. Her underwear had been discarded, but her legs remained closed.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby."

"Why don't you move back?" He nodded toward the headboard. "Resting against the pillows may be more comfortable for you."

Looking over her shoulder, she silently agreed and moved into position without a word.

Harry stood, remaining near the end of the bed. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. "May I start earning my reward?"

She appreciated his guidance - helping her resume her dominance and not testing her slight bits of nerves by acting out. It made her feel more comfortable with this idea and a new dynamic. Since she was so used to being the brat - the one that desired punishment - it took some adjustment. But it was nothing they couldn't handle when doing it together. "You may."

Kicking off his shoes, he slowly made his way onto the bed. Like before, his knees and hands pressed into the mattress, and he crawled toward her. She blocked his entrance with her legs bent at the knee and thighs pressed together.

"Beg," was the only word she had to utter for him to know what he had to do.

His lips returned to her ankle, kissing one side and the other. "Please, baby...," he whispered, lips trailing up her skin, "Please... let me earn my reward...." Running his hands along the trail left behind from his kisses, he coaxed her legs to open. "Let me prove to you how good I can be."

Harry's eyes never left hers as he spoke - causing something in her chest to tighten. It was a powerfully intimate moment between them. The way his sole attention focused on her and the words he spoke sent a shiver along her spine. Rory had become so entranced she hadn't realized her legs spread effortlessly for him.

She watched with anticipation as he kissed the inside of her thighs. Her lips pressed together, containing a moan that begged to escape. It was too early for that - he hadn't even properly touched her yet. And although she had the power to make him pick things up, a part of her wanted to wait it out - see exactly how he planned to start proving how good of a boy he could be to deserve his reward.

When Harry leaned forward and brushed his index finger along her slit, Rory failed to keep herself silent. Her lips parted as she quietly gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. His finger stroked with a light, feathery touch, following a continuous pattern to open her more. But just went Rory thought he would once again continue the repetition of moving up and down, he surprised her by circling his finger against her clit.

Rory muttered a curse over the action. At that moment, she realized Harry earning his reward would become a test of her own patience. No longer could she act like a brat to get her way and trick him into punishing her so she could cum. Nor could she give in to her impatience and order him to make her cum immediately.

Licking her lips, she said, "Again."

He immediately obliged, sliding his finger up, circling it around her swollen clit, and then back down again. Rory let out a hum of approval and repeated, "Again." As Harry worked on his new pattern, she reached her hand down and stroked his hair.

"Do you want a taste?"

His eyes widened with bewilderment - a look would have appeared too enthusiastic for such a simple question to anyone else. But others weren't earning a reward like Harry. He had to earn the prize of getting to taste her. With an enthusiastic nod, he inched closer to her core. "Yes, please... please let me have a taste," he pleaded in a desperate whisper, "Please, baby. Please let me taste you."

"Replace your finger with your tongue," she instructed. "Just once."

"Thank you," he breathed against her.

Rory sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and held her breath. However, nothing could have prepared her for the moment she felt him. Trailing his tongue along her slit, he moved with a slow, agonizing pace. Her fingers tangled in his hair, containing her moan by pulling on his long strands. But the second his tongue circled her clit, she couldn't keep herself silent any longer and rewarded him with a soft cry of pleasure.

Disappointment briefly washed over her as his tongue trailed back down - she didn't want it to end. Thankfully, she was in charge, meaning she had all the power to tighten the grip on his hair, signalling him to keep his head in position and order, "Again."

"Thank you," he managed to get out before the hand on the back of his head impatiently pushed him back down.

"Again," she continued, "Again... again... again... keep going, d-don't stop." Her back arched slightly on the bed, and the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair gripped the sheets. "S-so good, baby," she managed through a hum of approval, "So fucking good...." Another chorus of moans spilled from her lips as Harry kissed her clit before trailing his tongue back down. "Such a good boy... you like pleasing me with your tongue, don't you?"

Harry replied with a groan of agreement against her - the sound causing a vibration up her body. As his tongue circled around her clit, instead of giving it a kiss this time around, he captured the swollen numb between his lips and sucked.

Her back arched off as she released cries of pleasure - she couldn't contain herself any longer. She wanted Harry to hear how good he was making her feel. "F-fuck, yes, s-so good, baby," she somehow managed to articulate through her moaning.

Releasing with a loud, wet smack from his lips, he looked up at her for approval. His lips and chin were slick with her arousal. Rory smiled, glowing with pleasure as she regained control of her breath.

"Keep going." With heavy breaths, she stroked her fingers through his hair. "Don't stop, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum."

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, a mixture of a groan and whimper following as he licked his lips.

Lowering his head, he focused his attention slightly further down. His tongue lapped at her opening, nose brushing against her clit as he worked. Harry had to press his hand against her thigh to legs apart as she started to squirm underneath him. He knew she was close, but it wasn't up to him to decide when she got to cum.

Grasping his hair from the scalp, she guided his head back and forth, riding herself against his mouth. "Add your finger, baby," she instructed in a breathless whisper, "I need you to get me ready to fuck you."

Harry lifted his hand to his mouth and wet his middle finger. Slowly pushing the digit through her opening, Rory attempted to continue encouraging him, but her words were quickly replaced by sounds of pleasure. His tongue lapped at her clit as his finger pushed in and out, his pace quickening with every second.

A euphoric feeling flooded her body - toes curling over the rush. She clenched the sole finger inside her as Harry sprawled his arm over the lower half of her stomach, keeping her hips on the mattress. Her brain had trouble processing everything he was doing - it was all too much as she neared her orgasm.

"Harry-" she panted, "Harry- I-" the words died on the tip of her tongue as a wave of pleasure overtook all her senses, but something was holding her back from finding relief.

"It's okay," he told her, his voice no longer sounding like the submissive whisper he once had. "You decide when to cum, baby," he reminded her.

That was all she needed to find her release. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her brows pinched together. Her back arched as far as Harry's restricting arm over her stomach would allow. "Fuck," was the only word she could manage before her legs shook uncontrollably.

Rory focused on the ceiling as she slowly returned from her high. Her skin was slick with sweat - a reminder of the pleasure that had just crashed through her moments ago.

"Come here," she murmured, raising her hand to lazily inch him forward with her finger. A smile crossed her lips as he crawled to the end of the bed where her head lay. Reaching for his tie, she tugged him closer. She ran her tongue across his chin and around his mouth, cleaning off her release from his skin. "Good boy," she whispered. "Now, kiss."

With his lips pressed to hers for a hungry, needy kiss, she savoured this moment. Her strength started to return as she pulled him closer, moaning as she tasted herself on his tongue.

Rory pulled back and rested her forehead against his. "Am I doing okay?" she whispered.

"Fucking amazing, baby." He was surprised she even asked such a thing - she was fulfilling all his needs and then some. "Are you okay? Comfortable?"

She nodded, a grin appearing from his questions. "Yeah... I just need a few minutes. I haven't cum that hard in a while."

"You squirted a little."

With a raised brow, her grin curved into a proud smirk. "Look at me go." Pressing her hand against his chest, she pushed him back. "Now, I'm still in charge. So, be a good boy for me and take off your clothes."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice returning to its submission tone as he moved off the bed to undress.

As his hand went to the tie around his neck, Rory quickly halted his actions. "Keep it on. Take everything else off."

Harry raised a brow at her request but made no objections. He was curious to see what she had in store. Discarding his shirt and dress pants, he motioned to his briefs. "Those too," she instructed, leaving him naked except for the silk tie hanging from his neck.

"Come," she patted the spot on the bed beside her, "Lie down."

Waiting until he was in position and lying on his back, Rory kneeled beside him. "You haven't asked me about my ribbon." She wasn't referring to the bows hanging from either pigtail. Her fingertips danced across the white material tied around her thigh. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," he whispered.

"You love it?" she repeated. "I'm glad you do... because do you want to know where I think it would look even better?"

"Where?"

"With one end tied around your wrist... and the other tied to the headboard." She sat up on her knees and undid the knot of the first ribbon. "Don't you think that sounds nice?"

"Yes."

"You like the idea of being tied up for me?"

Harry nodded, whimpering out another, "Yes."

"Well, you've been such a good boy for me," she ran the ribbon through her fingers, "How could I deny you?"

As Rory tied one end to his wrist and the other to the bedpost, Harry wanted to ask if she learned her knot-tying skills from one of her textbooks. But not wanting to speak out of line and risk his reward, he remained silent - however, internally, he was laughing at his joke.

With both wrists secured, Rory scanned over her work and asked, "How does that feel?"

He gently tugged his wrists to test it out. "Perfect. Thank you." Harry could easily break through if he wanted - knowing that would be part of his test of control.

"You're welcome. Now," she swung her leg over his waist, hovering in the straddled position, "I'm going to reward you. That's what you want, right?"

Her hands moved behind her back, unclasping the lace bra. The material slowly slid down her arms before she tossed it to the side. She raised a hand to her bare breasts, lightly trailing her fingers over each nipple, teasing herself. The corners of her mouth tugged upward, noting how his eyes were glued to the action.

"Please," he wet his lips, "Please, baby. I've been so good for you... please-"

"Don't worry," she hushed him, "Your reward is coming." Rory lowered her waist, lining herself up with his hardened cock that lay flat against his stomach. "But why should I just let you fuck me right away?" Her head cocked to the side, a sly grin forming across her lips. "Where's the fun in that?"

Pressing against him, she rocked her wetness along his cock. Her grin broadened, watching as he pulled on his restraints.

Rory leaned forward, resting one hand on his chest for balance while the other reached behind and grasped his cock. "Say thank you, Harry."

"Thank-" Harry fell silent. The moment the first word left his lips, Rory pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. "Oh, fuck-" he groaned, eyes squeezing shut from the tease. "B-baby, please-"

"Please, what?" She swallowed her own moan, sliding her hips back and forth again. The arm not resting on his chest for balance raised to her mouth, and she wet two fingers. "Tell me, baby... Tell me what you need," she taunted. Her hand reached down to play with herself. "I'm so wet, Harry," she pouted her bottom lip. "So wet and needy for your cock."

Harry's mouth fell open, entranced by her movements. He couldn't take his eyes off how she rubbed herself against him, coating his cock with her wetness. No one could deny how needy his vixen was, playing with herself to find relief.

She removed her fingers from her clit and brought them to his mouth. "Taste how badly I want you."

Harry took the two digits into his mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes pleaded with her as she removed them and wiped the spit from her fingers onto his cheek.

"B-baby," his voice desperately stuttered, "P-please. Please, fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Please fuck me," he repeated. "Please, I need you. I need you so bad."

Her nails pressed into the skin of his chest. "Say it again."

"I need you," he groaned, watching the tip of his cock disappear as she flexed her hips forward, and reappeared once she moved back, "I need you so bad. Please fuck me. Please. I'll do anything for you."

Dragging her hand, her nails clawed his skin as she slowly sat upright. "I love watching you beg for me," she said, pressing her knees into the mattress and lifting her hips. She reached for his cock, teasing the head around her entrance again. "This is what you want, yeah? Want me to use your cock?"

"Yes, please-" he choked out a gasp, feeling the tip push in, "Fuck- oh-" his wrists tugged, "Baby, please, don't stop. Please-"

With slow movements, Rory lowered her hips back down. "Don't move," she warned. A gasp escaped her, feeling her walls tighten around him as she took more of his length. "F-fuck," she moaned, eyes clenching shut.

Harry watched with bated breath as inch by inch of cock disappeared. A chorus of curse words joined hers as she slowly rocked her hips, adjusting to his length. Harry couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure at how she clenched against him. His hips begged to lift and help ease her into things - but her warning pressed at the forefront of his mind.

Gripping his waist for support, she found a comfortable rhythm. "So good," she mumbled, "You're doing so good, baby," her eyes slowly opened, "letting me use your- Mmm," a hum of pleasure released from her lips. "Looking so cute... laying in your tie..." her nails dug into his ink-covered skin, "while I use your cock... being so good for me."

Rubbing his wrists for relief, he only managed a groan in response.

"That's it, baby...." Rory tossed her head back, causing one braided pigtail to rest over her shoulder while the other remained in front. "It feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes," he stuttered, gasping as he watched his entire length disappear. "F-feels so good...."

Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, her brows pinched as her body adjusted to the intrusion. "Aren't you-" she sucked in a breath as her walls clenched his length, "Aren't you glad I'm using your cock?"

Harry nodded, whimpering as she resumed moving her body up and down. "Thank you."

"That's hardly showing gratitude." Rory pressed her hands against his chest and leaned forward. Her hips lifted, sliding his length out and only letting the tip stay inside her. "Thank me for using your cock."

"Thank you for... for-" his head became dizzy with pleasure, "for using my cock."

Reaching for his tie, she tightened the silk knot slightly and ordered, "Again."

"T-thank you for using m-my cock."

"Again."

"Thank you for using my cock," he managed, this time without a single stutter.

"You're welcome," she purred. "What a good boy... and do you remember what I said about what good boys get?"

His eyes widened as he eagerly replied. "Good boys get a reward."

"That's right, baby. Look at you... being such a smart boy and remembering what I told you," her tone slightly mocking him as she spoke, "And would you like another reward?"

"Y-yes, please," he pleaded, "Please, I-"

Rory pressed her finger against his lips to silence him. "I'm going to untie you," she whispered, "But you can only put your hands on my hips. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he managed against her finger.

"Good boy."

With the knots on either bedpost undone, she left the end of the ribbon tied around his wrists - if she needed to tie him up again for punishment, it would make it easier to have half of the job done. Besides, she liked how the delicate ribbon looked hanging from his wrists.

Rory enjoyed the look of him being tied up. But his hands moving to her hips reminded her how much she enjoyed his touch. She craved the feeling of his touch on her skin. And the goosebumps that appeared over the smallest action proved that.

Returning her hand to his tie, she tugged the material and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. "When I tell you to... you're going to fuck me... just like this... understood?"

"Yes."

"You're going to prove how thankful you are. Yes?"

"Yes."

"And you're not going to cum until I say so. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"And if you can't say your safeword, I want you to slap the mattress as fast as possible. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," she groaned in delight. Her hand slid up the tie and passed the knot, resting on his throat. "Mmm," she hummed, stroking her hand up to his jaw and back down, "I think you're going to enjoy this."

Before Harry could get out a word, Rory leaned forward, pressing her lips to his for a soft, gentle kiss. He tried to focus on her delicate touch, but his mind struggled with the idea of not cumming on the spot. Harry wanted to make her proud and prove he could control himself for her. But every movement and word she spoke was irresistible and greatly challenged his restraint.

Rory was taking her time with her kisses. As her tongue explored his, she could feel the passion increasing - the sounds of her groans meeting his whimpers for more. She loved watching him beg, having him tied up and hearing him plead for more. But most of all, she loved that he gave her control.

Tonight proved there was an undeniable sense of trust between them - something that would only strengthen their bond further.

Taking his bottom lip between her teeth, she was rewarded with another whimper - and a hint of a growl. She loved pleasing him. However, hearing his sounds of pleasure was an entirely other prize she loved winning.

Releasing his bottom lip, she gave him a soft peck. "Harry," she whispered, "Begin slowly," she cautioned, kissed him again, "and start fucking me."

Harry didn't need to be instructed twice.

With his hands on her body, he kept her in position and raised his hips off the bed. He listened to instructions and started slow - but she never said anything about how far he could go. Slowly, each inch disappeared. Harry didn't watch his cock sinking into her; he watched the pleasure that crossed her expression. Rory's lips parted as her eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed. He loved pleasing her. But he loved watching and hearing her pleasure even more.

"Fuck," she drew out the curse as he rocked back and forth, keeping the same slow pace. "So good, baby." Her eyes opened to meet his similar glance - eyes filled with lust staring back at each other. "Want to go faster?"

"Yes," Harry begged, "Please."

"Go faster, baby," she encouraged. A yelp escaped her as he instantly picked up the pace. They were both close. Rory knew a slight touch on her clit could make her immediately finish - but she wanted to push it. She wanted to see how long they could hold back together. "Fuck me, Harry," she whined, "Oh, yes, just like that-" her lips pressed together, releasing a hum with every stroke of his cock, "So, so good."

"I need to-"

"Not yet," she ordered, "Hold back for me a bit longer."

It was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold back - evident by how Harry's strokes quickly turned into a sloppy, irregular pattern and his fingers dug into her skin.

"Beg for it," Rory managed, doing all she could to hold herself back. "Beg to cum."

"Please... please let me cum," his voice was a desperate whine. "I need to-"

A gasp silenced his words, feeling her clench around him. And just when he thought that was all she'd do to test him, her hands went around his neck. Harry realized he could no longer afford to be slow with his begging.

"Please let me cum. Please. I've been such a good boy. Please."

"M-more." She tried to keep her voice firm, but it shortly became increasingly difficult to do so. She needed to cum - badly. But she also wanted him to keep begging.

"Please, baby. Please, let me cum for you. Let me show you how good you've made me feel," he pleaded. His whimpers mixed with a groan as her hands and silk tie tightened around his neck. "F-fuck, please."

Harry felt his breathing restrict - a mixture of her hands, the tie, and the overwhelming pleasure doing the trick. He fucked her as fast as he could while continuing to beg. Rory's head was dizzy. She felt her own breath giving out with his.

"Please, baby. You feel so fucking good... I need to cum. I need it so bad... Please..."

Her mind was in such a haze she couldn't tell when she had moved one hand from his neck to her clit. But one light touch against the highly sensitive nub was enough for her to say, "Now."

A growl of relief from Harry mixed with her high-pitched moans. His hands gripped her hips with a firm hold - but her body still lurched forward as he slammed his length into her. With her head resting against his chest, her legs shook from the overwhelming orgasm. Her legs wanted to give in and collapse, but Harry's grip forced them to stay in position.

His length buried deep inside her, and he found his release, filling her with his cum. Their panting breaths, mixed with the smell of sex and sweat, filled the room. Harry kissed her head as his cock continued to unload, thanking her for allowing him to finish. "Thank you," he repeatedly whispered, "Thank you," he kissed her head again, "thank you."

Rory released a whimper as Harry guided his cock out of her. He was slow and cautious as he adjusted her, not wanting to move her too much as she recovered. Her legs straddled his thigh, neither caring as their mixture of fluids leaked. If she were more conscious, Rory would have joked about their cum dripping on the tattoo of a tiger on his thigh. Instead, she only managed to smile to herself.

Minutes of silence passed peacefully. Rory kept her eyes closed, and her head remained on his chest. She was sore and exhausted, but her body still burned with desire and satisfaction - a feeling they hadn't been able to share in quite some time.

"Rory," Harry whispered, kissing her forehead, "We should get ourselves cleaned up before bed."

Her head slowly returned to reality. "I can't move yet," she mumbled against his chest.

"You can lay here a bit longer while I warm up the shower."

"Aren't I supposed to do that?" Her bottom lip pouted. "Shouldn't I be taking care of you?"

He smiled. "It's okay. I don't mind."

Rory didn't protest as Harry carefully moved her body, allowing her to rest on the mattress as he entered the bathroom. Her mind was still in a blissful haze as she heard the water turn on and the faint sound of a song he sang to himself. When Harry returned, he easily scooped her out of bed and carried her into the bathroom.

"Can you stand?"

With a nod, her half-opened eyes focused on his as her feet were lowered to the ground. Although her legs didn't feel like they would instantly give in, Rory still reached for his arm for support. Her hand gripped tighter as they walked into the shower.

"Lean on me if you need," he told her. "Is the water okay?"

"Yes," she whispered, "Thank you."

Harry smiled as he lathered up the washcloth. "For what?"

"For taking care of me when I should be caring for you."

"You took care of me more than I deserved tonight, Rory," he said, gently washing her body with the cloth. "Let me do this for you."

Rory watched with adoring eyes as he cared for her and rinsed the nightly activity from her skin. Once clean, Harry wrapped her in a towel and fetched her some clothes, helping her change. She tried to take a step but winced, feeling a jolt of soreness between her legs. Rory was ready to pretend the pain was never there. But Harry wasn't going to let that happen.

Despite her protests, Harry carried her out of the bathroom and into the hallway until they reached her bedroom. "Does that make your room the naughty place?" she giggled as he laid her on the bed.

"I don't think a designated room will stop you from being naughty elsewhere," he teased.

Her cheeks reddened, knowing it was true. "Can you get my cream? It's on top of the dresser."

Harry fetched the item and laid down beside her on the bed. He released a yawn, surprised to see her staring at him with a small amount of product on her finger. "What?"

"I need your chest."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and reached her other hand forward to lift the cotton material of his shirt. Without warning, she dabbed her finger against his stomach and chest.

"Shit, that's cold," he hissed. "Why are you putting this on me?"

"Don't be a baby." She gently moved the cream around his skin and leaned forward, gently blowing to speed up the drying process. "It's for your scratch marks." She closed the lid on the cream and placed it on her side table before resting her head on the pillow.

"See, you do take care of me," he said, smiling as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He reached over and turned off the lamp, causing darkness to fall over the room. Snuggling beside her, he rested his arm across her stomach and whispered, "I am a lucky boy to have you, Rory."

Harry fell asleep with her by his side. But when morning came, his Bambi was nowhere to be found. His alarms would have instantly rung if it weren't for the note placed on her pillow.

Good morning my lucky boy,

I want to let you sleep in.

Come downstairs for breakfast when you're ready :)

x Rory

Never in his life had he ever gotten out of bed so fast.

He nearly tripped over himself as he hurried down the stairs - there was an unknown rush of excitement he felt. A warmth spread through his chest over her gesture of leaving him a note. But the peaceful moment he had in silence quickly was quickly interrupted.

"Oh, you fucking stupid thing!" Rory cried, stomping her foot on the ground in frustration.

Harry leaned his frame against the doorway of the kitchen. "Everything alright?"

"No! Your stove hates me!" Using her tool, she lifted the burnt pancake out of the pan. "It's only been cooking for like a minute! And now the stupid thing is burnt to a crisp!"

Making his way over to her, he placed a hand on the small of her back. "I'm sure there's something we can do to fix it."

"No, there's not! You have a dumb stove!"

Harry secretly turned down the heat as Rory turned to dump her failed pancake into the garbage. "Let's try the next one together," he offered, "Maybe we can make the dumb stove work together."

Rory released an unconvinced sigh but returned to her position in front of the stove. She watched as he whisked the contents of her mixing bowl. He cautiously eyed the lumpy, thick contents but didn't utter a word. As he poured the batter into the pan, Rory noted it was a sizably smaller amount than what she had used prior.

She bounced impatiently on the balls of her feet. "Can I flip it now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No."

"Now-"

Pressed against her backside, Harry reached his hand around and slid it up her throat. He trailed his hand to her jaw, gripped it roughly, and turned her head. "I'll tell you when Bambi."

"Okay." The vixen licked her lips, not taking her eyes off him as she whispered, "Now?"

"You're just asking to get punished, aren't you?"

"Well, I do have needs, Harry."

His eyes darted back to the pan. "Now."

Flipping the pancake, her eyes widened to see a perfectly golden side. "I did it!"

Technically, they had done it. But Harry let her take the win. "Thank you," he whispered against her neck, placing his hands on her hips.

"For what?"

"Take it off," he said, motioning to the pan. He helped her pour more batter into the pan before saying, "I meant, thank you for last night."

"Was it okay?"

He kissed her skin. "Better than okay - it was fucking amazing."

"I'm sure I messed up some parts... but I'll get better for next time."

"You were perfect." His hands squeezed her hips as his lips kissed her neck. "Fucking perfect."

"Thank you for coaching me through some parts. It was helpful."

"Of course. Even if it wasn't your first time, it was our first time doing it together. We have to learn my comfort levels, as well as yours." He helped her flip the pancake over to cook the other side.

"I like learning with you."

"Yeah?" He grinned against her skin. "I like learning with you too, Bambi."

As Rory continued to master her pancake skills (even pouring her own batter into the pan at one point), Harry briefly left her side, disappearing into the other room. He re-entered moments later with the sounds of Dolly Parton's voice filling the space.

Returning to stand behind her, his hands returned to her waist, gently guiding her side to side as he hummed along to the song.

"You're a master at pancakes now, Bambi," he commented, proud of her perfectly golden stack.

"Well, you're a good teacher."

"It helps when I have a good student that loves to learn."

"While we're on the subject of learning... can I ask you something?"

"Always."

Turning around to face him, Rory bit her bottom lip, gnawing nervously on the skin. "What if I wanted to learn more about myself?"

"In what way?"

"In the," she sucked in a nervous breath, "I also like girl's way."

"Then go learn."

She stared at the man with widened eyes. "You wouldn't care?"

"I care because if you want to explore, you should feel comfortable doing so. But I also think it's important we establish some ground rules to ensure we both feel comfortable."

"Like what?"

"I think it's best we have a full conversation about our ground rules when we don't have pancakes cooking on the stovetop. But, for example, I prefer open communication. If you want to spend the night with someone, I'd like you to tell me beforehand."

Rory nodded in agreement. "Open communication. Got it."

"There are other factors we can agree on... like whether it happens in the house or out. Whether we have a strangers-only rule. You know, things like that."

"What if I wanted us to play together?"

"I'm open to that."

That prospect certainly made her excited. "You can explore too, right? I don't want this to sound like a one-sided thing."

"I'll keep that in mind. But I don't need anyone else, Bambi."

She pouted her bottom lip. "That doesn't sound fair. If you want-"

He silenced her with a kiss. "I just want you," he said against her lips before kissing her again, "And I want you to be happy," kiss, "and to feel comfortable playing with whoever you want," kiss, "and feel good about exploring yourself however you please," kiss, "Okay?"

"Okay," she repeated, feeling her cheeks redden. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"I've never been with someone that I feel comfortable even having this conversation with before." She shrugged. "It's just nice being able to talk openly... and not feel like I'll be judged for wanting to be myself."

"You don't have to thank me, Bambi," he kissed the tip of her nose, "You were just with the wrong people that never deserved a chance to breathe the same air as you."

Rory smiled, nudging her nose against his. "And now I'm with my permanent person."

"You know, it gets sexier and sexier the more you say that word."

"What? Permanent?" She leaned forward. "You like it when I say we're permanent, hmm?"

"Baby-"

"Permanent," she dropped her voice to a seductive whisper, "We," kiss, "are," kiss, "permanent," kiss, "Harry."

A distinct groan of pleasure escaped him - but Rory barely had a second to process the sound before he captured her lips in a needy kiss.

"Harry-" she mumbled between his kisses, "Pancakes-"

"Well, eat those after," he kissed her again, "I'm craving something else right now."

Rory squealed as he playfully squeezed her ass and gently tapped one cheek. His lips were back on hers, kissing her with a sense of urgency as he pushed her back against the counter. Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his body close. She moaned against his kiss as his hands explored, dipping under her shirt and touching her bare skin.

"More," she managed to tell him, mumbling against his lips.

Harry didn't need to be told twice. His mouth moved along her jaw and down her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin - making up for everything he couldn't do last night while she was in charge. He wanted to mark her all over, and he knew quite well how much she liked that.

"Holy shit!"

His eyes widened. That didn't sound like her voice. And as he met her equally surprised glance, he quickly knew she wasn't the one who said that.

Harry turned his head, spotting three unwanted faces lingering in the doorway. There was a beat of awkward silence. Clearing her throat, Rory pressed her hand against Harry's chest, signalling him to step back. It's not like they were going to continue with an audience.

Actually, she wouldn't mind that.

But right now wasn't the time.

The five stood around the kitchen island. Kip, Dallas and Colson were on one side, while Rory and Harry stood next to each other on the other. She tapped her fingers against the countertop, waiting for someone to break the silence.

Dallas stepped up to be the brave member of the group - doing so the only way he knew how. "So... how long have you guys been like... you know..." he made a circle with one hand and stuck his finger from his other hand through it, "doing it again?"

"Fucksake, Dallas." Colson rolled his eyes in disgust. "Could you sound more like a child?"

"We decided to get back together the night Rory moved in. But for the record, there has been no doing it-"

"Not that we haven't tried," Rory mumbled under her breath, receiving a rough pinch on her bottom over the interruption.

"-Since you morons don't know how to knock before entering a room. Which will be changing."

"Not you, Kip," Rory cooed to the kid at the end. "You're doing perfectly fine."

"Now that everyone knows," Harry looked around at the group, "we're done here, right?"

"Woah! Hold on!" Dallas cried. "That's all we get?! No details?"

Harry arched a brow. "Why the fuck would we be giving you details?"

"Oh, sorry for caring about my two friends!" He scoffed, throwing up his arms in disbelief.

"Well, I would like to say something." Rory cleared her throat. "I know the past while has been crazy. And there's still a lot about you that I may not know, and this whole mission with robot lady is still looming over us," she started, "But, Harry and I aren't being careless about this decision."

"You don't have to defend your choice to us, Ro," Kip pipped, reassuring his friend.

"I know. I just want you guys to know this is real and what we both want. I don't want you guys thinking that us being together again will impact anyone or be a distraction."

"Distraction?" Harry repeated. "Where did that come from?"

Forcing her eyes to remain on Harry, she gave him a nonchalant shrug. The last thing she wanted was to provide him with an accidental clue by looking at the source of that word. "Nowhere in particular. I just want them to know we're permanent."

Dallas let out a whistle. "Permanent. Damn. Bossman is getting wifed up! Who would have thought! Hey, can I get one of those pancakes?"

Rory nodded, thankful for how Dallas's mind operated - he was good to have when you needed to avoid lingering on an uncomfortable conversation for too long. She loaded up a plate with pancakes and handed it to him. "Syrup and butter are on the table."

"Sweet!" Dallas instantly began stuffing his mouth before sitting down. "Oh, these are fucking great!"

"I'm glad you-"

A ringing noise in the distance caught her attention, forcing her into silence. Everyone else in the room picked up on the sound as five pairs of eyes searched for the source. Harry reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers and gave her a comforting squeeze.

But despite his best attempts, nothing could prepare them for what would come.

Colson disappeared from the kitchen and returned seconds later with a locked box. "It's the phones," he murmured, placing it on the counter.

"It won't stop ringing," Kip added, rocking nervously. "They keep going until we answer it."

Harry didn't move. All he could do was stare. The last thing he wanted was to open it.

The past twelve hours with Rory had been blissful, and opening that box was about to end it all.

A comforting squeeze was exchanged - this time from Rory. He turned his head and looked down, meeting her gaze. Forcing a smile, she tried to ignore how her hands trembled with fear. She needed to be strong for him, show Harry he could lean on her. That everything would be okay because they were an unstoppable force together.

He nodded to her as if reading her mind and hearing her comforting thoughts before turning to Colson. "Open it."

The latch was flipped, and with baited breaths, they all watched as the box opened. The ringing instantly became louder from the five devices inside. Colson quickly handed them out to each respective person.

Rory hated holding hers. And Harry hated seeing her hold it.

Wanting the ringing to end, everyone flipped open their device.

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: Agents... The time has come to prepare for your mission.

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: Please proceed to the following location when prompted... 40°42'42.9"N 73°43'33.8"W

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: 24:00.00... 23:59.59... 23:59.58... 23:59.57...

The room fell into an eerie silence. No one spoke or dared to move a muscle. They all just stared at their phones, rereading the words that appeared.

Everyone knew this day would come.

But the silence over the past week forced them to live through rose-coloured glasses. Even with taking the phones everywhere they went, nothing prepared them for the sinking feeling the first text would cause.

Harry felt his phone buzz in his hand.

He looked at the others, seeing their attention remain on the devices on the table—a lump formed in his throat.

No one other phone received another text—just his.

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: I have a special task for you to complete before we meet, 001...

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: I know you love keeping secrets... so it should be easy for you to keep this just between us...

MESSAGE FROM HANDLER: Ready to comply?