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069. PRESENT // PART 003

Don't forget the camera.

"Holy shit," was all Harry could manage to reply in a breathless whisper.

Never did such a simple request make his mouth run dry yet cause his palms to sweat instantly. He tried to keep his mind from running off in every direction over what Rory wanted the camera for. Even venturing down one path left him weak in the knees. Harry would have enforced more self-control in any other situation, given the likely outcome was that she wanted to take pictures of something innocent, like the room.

But that devious smirk and evident desire in her eyes sent his mind down a path he couldn't control.

"Harry?"

The man in question blinked. "Huh?"

"Get the camera and hurry upstairs."

Her words no longer served as a light-hearted request – it was an order. Not wanting to risk missing out on his dessert, Harry hurried off to locate the camera, nearly tripping over himself a handful of times. With the camera spotted on the kitchen counter, Harry silently prayed it didn't slip out from his sweaty hands onto the ground. Harry certainly prayed his own feet didn't give out from under him while he climbed up the stairs, hand gripping the railing for dear life.

A shaky, excited breath released from his mouth once the landing was safely reached.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and an evident glow peaked through the crack. But nothing could have prepared the long-haired Devil for the sight on the other side.

There she was, standing at the end of the bed near the large standing mirror. Candles were lit in the fireplace, creating a glowing halo around her body. A few more light sources were scattered around the room, illuminating the space further. And combined with a familiar scent of vanilla wafting through the air, it created a perfect ambiance.

A silk, light pink robe covered her body. The loose tie around her waist caused the matching coloured garments covering her breasts to poke through ever so slightly—an intentional styling choice by the vixen. Her hair was braided into two pigtails, secured with a ribbon on either end. It was still undecided whether the pigtails would be pulled on or the ribbon would be used to tie one of them up.

It wasn't the candles, vanilla, or picturing the scraps of lace underneath the robe that stole his attention. It was her.

A hint of a smirk crossed her lips, soaking in the purely silent moment. Rory loved finding the traces of absolute control she had over him, where he was entirely hers. It wasn't always in the bedroom; she knew there were other evident moments, like when he bought however many books she wanted.

But there was something about the power possessed in these vulnerable moments that fulfilled a craving far more than toying with a man's mind or stealing without their knowledge. Knowing she could make her long-haired Devil sink to his knees whenever was an unexplainable feeling. And Harry agreed. Those large doe-eyes could make him crumble every time – he would drop to his knees for her without needing a request.

"You should take a picture. It'll last longer."

Harry wasn't sure what surprised him more–her sudden words breaking the silence or the request itself. Darting his gaze between Rory and the camera clutched in his hand, he quietly asked, "Do you really want me to?"

"Yes," she said, "I really want you to, Harry."

Rory's smirk broadened over his nerves. Watching his shaky hands raise the camera, she did her best not to laugh. It was adorable when he was taken by surprise. Given his current nature, Rory doubted she could convince anyone that her brainwashed assassin robot boyfriend could send someone into a feared spiral with just a glance. Of course, this side of Harry only came out when the two were alone... another silent feather in Rory's cap.

Click.

Inching her finger to guide him closer, she explained, "I want you to take my picture now... when you undress me... when I'm on my knees for you... when you're pleasing me... Tonight we take pictures to cherish the memory and maybe next time," her voice dropped to a seductive whisper, "we'll make a movie."

"Holy shit..."

Rory took a half step forward, aiding to minimize the distance between them as he moved slowly. "Did you think I was joking at the grocery store?" Head cocking to the side, she rested her hand against his chest. "I told you I wanted to watch in the mirror as you made me cum and get it on camera."

Harry remembered the conversation well, resulting in his dry mouth returning. Her sinful words caused the clerk to go red in the face; reflecting on the memory had Harry looking the same way.

"I want you in the photos too. I had a feeling that mirror," Rory gestured to the large standing object in a gold frame against the far wall, facing the bed, "would be perfect for capturing both of us. But only if you're comfortable, of course. If not, there can be more photos of me."

"Holy shit," was all Harry whispered.

Twisting the belt of her robe around her finger, Rory asked, "Do you want to unwrap your dessert now?"

"More than anything."

As Harry held the end of the belt in his hand, Rory stepped back. The distance created tension between her robe and the belt, undoing the bow that kept everything together. Loosening the material, it parted to expose the lace underneath. Harry didn't need a nudge to take his photos. He automatically clicked the camera button, capturing a perfectly framed Polaroid picture of his pink-laced dessert.

"Am I still a good muse?"

"Perfect," he said, adding another photo to the small pile. "Turn around."

Rory spun around on her heels and faced the mirror. Assuming Harry wanted to take a cheeky photo of her backside, she was surprised when he appeared behind her. With his front pressed against her back, he rested a hand on her hip. A hint of pleasure spread throughout her body, watching Harry focus on every curve and inch of her skin.

Meeting her glance in the reflection, he softly said, "You look so beautiful."

"Thank you." Her gaze fell to the floor, wanting to conceal her reddened cheeks.

Click.

"Inside and out," he added, "My beautiful girl." Harry dragged the tips of his fingers up the side of her body, stopping at her shoulder and running his touch along the silk material that covered her skin. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

Rory turned her head to the side, looking directly into his eyes. "I don't know either."

Click.

Harry grinned over the remark. "May I please kiss you now?"

"Keep talking like that, and you can do whatever you want to me."

"Is that how easy it is, Bambi?"

"It is when you're a good boy."

His hand moved to the front of her throat before sliding up to her chin, holding with a gentle grasp to keep her head in position. "I'll always be a good boy for you," and with those final words, Harry removed the remaining distance between them with a kiss.

Rory felt light as a feather as his touch consumed her body. Every kiss was special in its own way – but the ones that took her breath away were always something else.

Craving more, Rory deepened the kiss, her parting lips eagerly welcoming the entrance of his tongue. She leaned against him for support and felt his hand return to her waist, keeping her body stable and upright. Harry's fingers were firmly pressed into the silk material of her robe. Harry broke the kiss before allowing himself the chance to rip the item off her body.

A needy, impatient whimper became evident the second he pulled away and staring into her disappointed, doe-eyed glance nearly made the man give in. The hand still grasping her chin tilted her head upward, allowing the light to reflect off her features. His thumb grazed across the swollen, redden colour of her bottom lip.

Nodding to the robe, he instructed, "Take it off."

Without breaking eye contact, Rory raised her hands to her shoulders and pushed back the material. Her arms fell back down to her sides, forcing the silk robe to fall. When her attention didn't follow his to the mirror, Harry turned her head and said,

"Look at yourself," his lips whispered against her ear, "Look at how perfect you are." Harry pressed a gentle kiss against her neck. "My beautiful..." kiss, "sexy..." kiss, "confident girl."

"I feel it."

"I can see that... it's written all over your face, baby."

Harry's gaze never left hers while his fingers toyed with the scraps of pink lace that covered her body. The attention caused her cheeks to flush for what felt like the hundredth time. Although Rory stood in the matching dusty pink bra, thong, and garter belt, his eyes focused solely on hers. He saw what she did looking into the mirror – the confidence wasn't from her outfit (or lack thereof) but from her. Solely her.

"I think there's something wrong with this picture," Rory interrupted the silence with the sudden remark. Noting his confused glance in the reflection, a smirk appeared. "You have far too many clothes on."

"Is that so?" he questioned. "Well, by all means, you're more than welcome to fix that."

Instantly hearing the request, Rory turned around and stood facing him. She held his gaze, soaking in the silence as her hands rested against his chest. Her tongue darted across her bottom lip, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride over Harry breaking eye contact and becoming entranced by the action – a habit of his since day one.

With slow movements, Rory's hands dragged down the front of his tank top, lightly pressing her nails against the material. Harry sucked in a harsh breath, causing the muscles under her touch to tighten. She traced around every curve until she reached his waist. Fingers toying with the bottom hem, she slowly moved her hands under and began pushing it upward. With his help, the tank top was quickly discarded and tossed onto the ground.

As her hands returned to his chest, Rory stood on her tippy-toes for leverage, kissing one side of his neck and then the other. Moving to the centre, she peppered light kisses along his throat before trailing further down.

The room began to heat up in more ways than one – the mixture of her actions and the fireplace caused a light layer of sweat, which Rory happily gathered on her tongue. Continuing her descent, she placed her hands on either side of his body for support. Her eyes peered up, noting the focus he held over her actions. Rory continued to kiss down her trail, tracing each ink mark with her tongue as she went.

Without removing her lips from his skin, she cautiously lowered herself onto her knees and pressed the final kiss right above the waistband. As her attention became consumed by undoing the button of his pants and sliding down the zipper, clicks of the camera were evident from above. Rory bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from commenting – she wanted the pictures to surprise her in the morning.

As the material pooled around his feet, she helped guide Harry out and pushed the pants to the side. Rory wasn't quick to her feet and decided to take her time getting back up. Slow kisses were pressed to his skin, starting just above his ankle. She worked her lips up his calf... then his knee... and finally the inside of his thigh. Her movements became even slower, wanting to tease him with every kiss.

The impatient sounds from above signalled that her plan was working.

Reaching the bottom hem of his briefs, Rory took it one step further. Sitting up on her knees, her eyes met his. She noticed the camera in Harry's hand, pointing down at her but noted the slight hesitation. With a smile, she gave him a nod of approval before leaning forward. Her glance remained fixated on his as her lips pressed against the material, kissing his covered cock.

A loud groan of approval, followed by Harry cursing a "fucking hell, Bambi" under his breath, was all that was needed for a moan of her satisfaction to slip past her lips.

Far too consumed by his cock hardening against her lips, Rory heard the camera click from above but lost track of how many times it went off. Her eyes fluttered close as she squeezed her thighs together – it appeared the glacier pace she had set was not only taunting for Harry to handle.

Two hands cupping her cheeks brought Rory back to reality. She assumed the camera had been placed on the bed behind them as she didn't hear it crash to the ground. Although, she wouldn't have been surprised if her haze of pleasure tuned out the noise.

Pressing the pad of his thumb against her bottom lip, Harry found himself pleased by how quickly she parted her mouth and wrapped it around the digit. As his little vixen on the ground hallowed her cheeks and began rocking her lips back and forth, Harry couldn't help but praise her.

"So fucking perfect," he managed in a whisper, "Needy for it, aren't you?"

If her actions of sucking his thumb like a cock weren't enough of an answer, her reply of humming a 'yes' vibrated against his finger.

"Yeah?" Harry slowly slid his thumb out from her mouth and wiped it against her cheek. "I can see it, baby – how fucking needy you are." He paused to allow a moment for Rory to catch her breath. "But so am I." Swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, he instructed, "Stand up."

Rory bit the inside of her cheek to suppress the groan of protest that bubbled inside. She wanted to spend some time down on her knees and please him. And so, when the opportunity was taken away, she couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. However, that feeling quickly diminished when Harry pulled her in for a hungry kiss.

There was nothing soft or delicate about the way he kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth roughly and passionately, proving his word on how needy he truly was. Rory moaned, then whimpered, and then moaned again, unable to contain her sounds as his hands explored her body. Without breaking the kiss, his hands went to her arms, guiding them around his neck before returning his touch to her waist.

"Jump," was all he instructed in a brief parting of their lips.

Rory was quick to oblige without a second thought. Her arms wrapped securely around his neck, while her legs did the same around his waist. She could hear Harry's feet shuffle against the wooden floors but didn't care where he was taking them far too consumed by kissing him again, and again, and again.

It wasn't until Harry broke the kiss that Rory was forced to take in her new position. With his gentle guidance, she laid back against the mattress as Harry's body hovered over hers. Silence overtook the room – the only noises that filled the space were the sounds of their breaths and the crackling from the fireplace. Bringing a hand to her face, he brushed away a strand of fallen hair and tucked it behind her ear. His eyes traced over every inch of her, wanting the memory of the beauty in front of him forever sketched into his mind.

"Perfect," he mumbled as his head dipped forehead, kissing her lips. "Fucking," kiss, "perfect," kiss.

There was something in the way he always spoke between kisses that set off a fire burning across her skin. Rory loved hearing his voice – the deep, raspy sound was enough to drench her panties. But intermixed with a delicate touch of his lips on hers while his hands roughly explored her body was an unexplainable feeling.

As Harry ran his hand along the outside of her thigh toward her waist, part of Rory wished he would just hurry up, ram his cock into her and fuck her until she wouldn't be able to walk for days. But that was never the way he operated. Harry always took his time – even from day one in the alley, he never rushed their time together. Even when she begged him to... and begged, she did.

Everything was done with intention; every touch, lick, kiss, and groan of pleasure. Harry stared at Rory like it was the first and last time their eyes would ever meet. He treated her with such care, making her feel like the most prized position while simultaneously being the dirtiest girl in the world.

And Rory loved every moment.

She loved how he looked at her like he was savouring every glance. She loved how he would ignore her pleas to just 'hurry up and fuck her' because he wanted to take his time as if the moment in the present would be the only one. Most of all, she loved how safe and comfortable it felt under his gaze and in his arms.

"Don't go quiet on me, Bambi," Harry's voice pulled her back to reality. "I want the people in the next town over to hear you moaning my name all night long."

Rory proved herself worthy of the challenge as his hand palming her lace-covered breast and his lips on her neck caused sounds of pleasure to immediately slip through her mouth. Harry moved to the center of her throat, scrapping his teeth against her pulse. Wet, sloppy kisses were placed along her skin, adding a mixture of sucking and nipping the sensitive flesh – all actions he knew drove her crazy.

Although a tug on the hair at the nape of his neck signalled his movements were appreciated, Harry could tell she was getting impatient. And much like knowing the responses from her body, he also knew how powerful she could turn on the charm and bat those doe-eyes to persuade him to hurry things up. However, Harry was aware of the sinful desires his vixen whispered in the grocery store – and the last thing he would let happen was rushing through that.

With one swift motion, Harry adjusted their position. His back now rested against the mattress as Rory straddled his waist. Rory did not allow a second to go to waste, pressing her wet core against his length. Her hips slowly rocked as she leaned forward for a kiss. Capturing his lips with hers, Rory moaned into the kiss, feeling his cock grow harder between her legs. Harry groaned from the friction, his satisfaction only increasing as she moved to kiss along his neck and down to his chest, scrapping her teeth and tongue across the ink marks on his collarbones.

Rory sat up and rested her hands on his stomach to stabilize her body. Her eyes were half open and hazed with pleasure. Tempted to touch herself, she licked her lips and forced the hand not to move. "Harry," the sound of his voice escaped the back of her throat in a moan, "Please, Harry," she begged, "Please let me suck your cock."

"You want to?"

Rory eagerly nodded.

The angel before him begged to please him before her own (undeniable) needs. What kind of fool would he be to say no to that?

Without waiting for an answer, Rory had already begun kissing down his chest, lowering her body. The desire in her eyes was evident when she kneeled in front of him to remove his clothes. She found pleasure in pleasing him but didn't get the chance to earlier, and now it was apparent she wouldn't give it up again.

"Wait, Bambi-"

Rory ignored him.

"Bambi-"

Kissing his hardened cock through his briefs, she ran her tongue along the wet patch she caused.

"Bambi-"

Her fingers dipped below the waistband. But before she could tug the material down, a hand came forward and roughly grabbed her jaw. Rory's head was forcefully turned upward as an impatient pout appeared on her lips. Harry spared the doe-eyed glance little mind – on the outside, at least.

"You're facing the wrong way." Receiving a confused head tilt, he clarified, "Face the mirror. I want you to watch yourself get your mouth fucked."

An indistinguishable noise rumbled from the back of her throat – a sound that mixed a growl of intrigue with a whimper of delight. Following directions, Rory turned herself around and faced the large standing mirror.

Sitting up slightly, Harry rested his back against the abundance of pillows, positioning himself to watch the events take place. Eyes catching her glance in the mirror, a knowing smirk crossed his lips. The look she possessed, a mixture of determination and horniness, told Harry he would be in for a treat. And quite the treat it would be.

Rory leaned forward, pressing her knees into the mattress. Little time before her hands went to his torso, sliding down to the waistband of his briefs. Her fingers dipped underneath the elastic and slowly slid the material down.

She felt his hand rest on her calf and couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach over his adorable gesture. He always liked having his touch somewhere on her – a reminder that he was there. And, although sweet, Rory also couldn't help but find the humour in it, considering his cock in her mouth would also serve as a similar reminder.

Biting the inside of her cheek, the last thing she wanted was a giggle to escape as Little Harry sprung free. It was anything from little and obviously starved for attention. Her mouth salivated at the chance to please him, and judging by Big Harry's expression in the mirror, he was impatiently thinking about the same.

Rory lowered her body further, resting against a bent arm to align her mouth with the base of his cock. Keeping her gaze on the reflection, she ran her tongue against his hardened length from bottom to top. Her eyes focused on him, watching his unravel from the slightest, unannounced touch. Harry groaned, and the hand on her calf went from slightly grazing her skin to suddenly grasping it.

There wasn't a designated person in charge for the night. It was a role they would willingly share tonight – something Rory was more than happy to do. Especially when the long-haired man unravelled so quickly by the feeling of her flattened tongue against his cock, running along his hardened length. Wrapping her hand around the base, she slowly moved up and down as she continued to wet his length with her mouth with a mixture of her tongue and kisses that neared him to the edge.

Rory collected the pre-cum from the tip and swallowed it with pride, a feeling that only heightened when the man begged without shame,

"Please, baby... take my cock in your mouth..." Harry released a groan as she teased him by pressing a wet, open-mouth kiss to the head, "P-please be my good girl and-"

Without warning, Rory did just as he asked and wrapped her lips around the head. Her hand, wrapped around the base, fisted his cock as inch by inch disappeared into her mouth. She felt his touch return to her calf as the pad of his thumb stroked her skin. Rory didn't take the move as something to distract her by. It's just what Harry did – touching her by placing a hand on her shoulder or thigh or wrapping his arm around her waist. It was his thing.

The unintentional distraction proved to be just that. While Rory allowed her mind to slip into the adorable nature of Harry's love language, one glance in the mirror reminded her of her current position. Hearing the long-haired Devil call her a 'needy whore for his cock' may not have sounded like loving words to some. But to Rory, it was.

Rory moaned over his words with muffled sounds. Her head pulled back slightly, trying to relax her jaw and gain a better angle to take it all. However, Harry lifted his hips in quick thrusts, taking her movement as another round of teasing – something he could only tolerate briefly.

"Come on, baby... I know that mouth of yours can take more." His voice edged on taunting her – which was only proved by the evident smirk she spotted in the reflection. "Don't tell me you lost your touch."

Rory pulled her head back and spat the built-up saliva onto his tip. "Need me to hurry up so you can cum?" She matched his taunting tone. "Shame... you used to last so much longer."

His eyes narrowed. "Mouth. Now."

"With pleasure," she purred.

An unspoken challenge came into play. As Rory worked inch by inch of his length back into her mouth, she could tell he was already nearing the point of needing to finish. In his defence, he had been worked up a few times throughout the day. At the grocery store, hearing the vixen utter her desires for the night. Outside before the rain cock-blocked them. Seeing her in the sheer dress, which now he knew was intentional and not his mind playing tricks. But Rory was competitive by nature and wouldn't give a pass for something like that.

Especially not when she managed to work his entire length into her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut from the intrusion invading her opened throat. The chorus of praising and curse words from her long-haired Devil was an award in itself. But she wanted him to cum.

Unfortunately for the poor Bambi, she had forgotten one crucial fact. She had met her match—an equal opponent who was also competitive by nature.

Struggling to keep his entire length in her mouth provided a distraction of his hand moving along the inside of her thigh. Her struggling breaths took over her mind, letting the touch slip from her focus as it moved higher until it rested on the curve of her ass.

It wasn't until Rory felt something press against the lace that forced her eyes to open, widening in surprise. She could see his smug expression in the mirror. Noted how his brows knit together, trying to hold back his release while keeping his attention fixated on the space between her legs.

Harry pressed his knuckle against her lace-covered core and felt the soaked material. Not only did it cause a groan of delight to escape past his lips, but it also forced the Bambi to pull her head back, releasing his length from her mouth.

"So fucking wet for me," he praised.

Gasping for air and struggling to regain control of her breath, his words sent a chill down her spine. Rory rested her cheek against his thigh and hummed out a moan of gratitude in response. As her hand slowly moved the wetness up and down his cock, she watched his tongue dart across his bottom lip. His knuckle pressed against her again, forcing out a whimper from her mouth.

Rory knew what he was doing – distracting her from his cock with eclectic jolts of pleasure so he could suppress his release. She didn't bother putting up a fight. His teasing touch felt far too good to ignore. Besides, hearing Harry swallow a groan of delight when realizing how wet she was, made his task far more complex.

The slow drags of his knuckle suddenly stopped, leaving Rory to foolishly think she had a chance to regain her composure. Forcing her head up, she returned her mouth to his cock. A moan vibrated against the head, feeling Harry's hands on her thighs. She tried ignoring the feeling a simple touch on her skin caused, but it was nearly impossible.

Eyes focusing on the reflection, she realized Harry wasn't just touching her thighs but adjusting her position. He lifted the knee closest to his torso and guided it to the other side of his body in one fluid motion. Mentally scolding herself for not putting up a fight, she instead bobbed her head faster, working more of his length into her mouth. Rory tried to ignore it, wondering what his reasoning could be for her to straddle his chest. Another distraction, she quickly concluded and focused back on his cock.

"Perfect," Harry whispered from behind, running his palms along the backside of her legs. "Fucking... perfect."

Before Rory could process what was happening, the thin strap of her thong was pushed to the side, and Harry's finger pressed right against her slit.

With her head pulled back, she moaned a shocked, "Oh, fuck," against the tip of his cock.

"Mm," Harry hummed in agreement, "Perfect... fucking perfect, baby."

Rory tried everything to stay focused. The bedsheet bunched under her hand as the other remained on the base of his cock. She tried to keep her attention focused on his pleasure, which became increasingly more complex as every second passed. She heard the man she wanted to please constantly muttering how perfect her wetness was, dragging his finger across her slit. But the moment she thought she had it under control, that she could resume her work, everything came crashing down. Harry stopped dragging his finger between her folds and pressed it against her opening. The second it pushed through, their sounds of satisfaction fused together and echoed throughout the room.

"Lean back. I want to make you cum."

She forced her eyes to keep open. "B-but you need to," she licked her lips, "finish, too."

"Later," he replied shortly. "Let me take care of you first."

There was no taunting tone in his voice – no competitive fire burned his words. Harry was forfeiting their unspoken challenge in the name of pleasure. More specifically, hers. He didn't care about his own needs or desires; Harry just wanted to care for her.

Feeling his hands on her waist, guiding her back, Rory quickly asked, "Do you want me to lie down instead?"

"No. I want you just like this."

"A-are you sure?"

"Mmhm," he hummed, suddenly unable to speak as she hovered over his face. "God," Harry groaned, "I need to taste you."

Rory was thankful Harry took the lead in guiding her body where it needed to be. Otherwise, she would have remained a frozen mess. No man had ever been with wanted to go down on her like Harry did. Sometimes, it was easy to forget someone may enjoy giving her pleasure as she did to others. Rory was used to a finger poking around, jabbing her until she pretended to finish or using their mouth in ways that were anything but sexy. Most of the time, it was done out of thinking it had to be – not because they wanted to do it.

Those men from the past were nothing compared to Harry in many more ways than she could ever count.

Sometimes, Rory forgot it wasn't a game or competition between them. Sure, they had fun being competitive – but no one needed to keep score. Harry would willingly make her finish more times than she could imagine and not expect the same in return because he wanted to. Not because he felt like he had to. Or because he wanted to rush through it so he could fuck her. Harry wanted to please her. Make her feel every touch from his hands, tongue, and cock. Hear her moan, whimper and groan. He wanted to do those things because pleasing her pleased him.

"What do I do?"

Harry smiled – not in a patronizing way, but because he knew she was still thinking of him and what she could do to satisfy him. "Nothing," he said, guiding her body down, "All I need you to do is watch yourself cum."

Watch myself cum, she repeated. All I need to do is watch myself cum. Easy enough. I can totally watch-

But the second his tongue pressed against her slit, Rory was sure she saw stars.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

Her eyes fluttered shut, ignoring the one instruction she was given. She reached aimlessly behind her to grab hold of the headboard to help stabilize her body. One swipe had her ready to crumble – she couldn't imagine what the rest would do to her.

Harry started slow, wanting to ease her body into things. He ran his tongue skillfully between her folds, moaning against her over the taste. The sounds of her whimpering above made him want to lose his mind – but he did everything he could to control himself and take it slow, just as she deserved. His hands remained on her waist with a sturdy hold, keeping her body in position. The right move considering when his tongue circled her clit, Rory unintentionally tried to lift her body up.

It took her a few minutes (and Harry's expert tongue to shield her mind from overthinking) before Rory stopped resisting the pleasure and allowed her body to melt into it. Rory raised a hand to her breast and grasped the skin. Her fingers clawed against the sensitive flesh before tugging down the material that covered it. She inhaled a sharp breath as the air hit her exposed nipple as her hand moved to her mouth, and she quickly wet her index finger and thumb. A moan slipped through her lips, rolling her nipple between her wet fingers.

Losing the grip on the headboard, her body began slumping forward from the overwhelming bliss forcing her hands to grip his waist. Rory tried to keep her attention fixated on the mirror, but it became increasingly difficult. When Harry took things a step further and started to guide her hips up and down, causing her to—

"Oh, god," she cried out.

Jaw falling slack, her nails dug into his skin over the feeling as the curses and chants of Harry's name fell from her lips. Harry replied in a way that only neared her closer to finishing – releasing a groan that vibrated against her core as she continued to ride his face. Never did she expect quite the thrill to ride something other than his cock – but pressing against his flattened tongue was coming a close second. But as his hands pressed into her waist, stilling her movements, Rory thought the fun might be over just before hitting her peak. That worry quickly diminished as his lips closed around her clit, sucking the sensitive spot and causing her to let out a cry.

Rory choked out incoherent words and sounds. Her legs shook. One hand clawed at the sheets while the other dug into his skin. If Rory thought she had seen stars from the first swipe of his tongue, this felt like her body was overpowered by an entire supernova. Her vision became a blurry haze as the pleasure coursing through her body took over. Rory turned into a panting, sweaty mess when she reached the peak of her high and felt Harry's lips ease off, placing delicate kisses on her skin.

With a gentle hand, he maneuvered her body to lay flat against the mattress, wanting to ensure she was comfortable while coming down from her high. He leaned forward for a quick kiss. Rory placed her hand on the back of his neck, returning the gesture before he got too far away. Her tongue traced his mouth, cleaning his glistening lips from her release.

Harry groaned in response to her action. "You do crazy things to me, Rory Young," he murmured against her lips, stealing a final kiss before regretfully pulling away.

Noting her bra now hung around her waist, Harry unhooked the front clasp and discarded it before sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. His fingertips gently grazed across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps to appear behind and a shiver to escape from her lips.

"Are you okay?"

Rory nodded at the large, naked man sitting beside her. "Really, really okay," she replied, lips tugging into a grin. "I've never done that before. It felt good."

"Yeah?"

"I liked it."

"Well, we should do it more often then."

Reaching for his hand, she slipped her fingers through his. "You still need to cum."

"I can wait."

Although it was obvious to them both that it was a lie, Rory nodded in agreement. "You could wait," she played along, "or you could slide your cock between my tits like you want to."

"I..."

In a rare moment, he was speechless, which only further amused Rory. Harry's cheeks flushed slightly over being called out. Unfortunately, he wasn't as sly as he thought. It was apparent how his eyes kept falling on her bare breasts and how he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. She assumed his erection had to be painful by now. And although she was still recovering from that orgasm, she wanted him to get a release too.

Harry placed a hand on her stomach before slowly sliding it upward. "I've never..." he cleared his throat, "I've never tried this before."

"Well, then, I guess we can both try something new tonight." She sucked in a breath as his finger toyed with her painfully hard nipple. "If you don't like it, we can stop."

With a playful smirk tugging across her lips, Harry found it hard to say no. He did want to try it – it looked so inviting. And his vixen was right – it would lead to a night where they each tried something new. He followed her guidance, resting a bent knee next to her body while his other foot remained on the ground to stabilize his body.

Harry watched as she lewdly spat into her hand and coated his cock. "Fucking hell," he groaned from the touch, "Baby, you better start before I cum right now."

Suppressing the urge to tease him, Rory focused on getting his cock into the proper position. Her hands grabbed hold of her bare breasts as she engulfed this length.

Meeting his glance, she softly instructed, "Harry, you need to move." Rory smiled as he instantly listened and began slowly rocking his hips. "There you go..." she encouraged, "Good boy."

Rory watched the man hovering above her. She studied every line between his furrowed brows and the way his jaw fell slack. She noted the hand on the bed, resting near her head, gripped the sheets with such a tight hold that he could tear through them within seconds. She listened to every grunt, gasp, and curse that slipped through his lips. Although she lay under him, body involuntarily rocking against the mattress due to his strength, Rory felt powerful.

"Baby, I'm about to-"

"Look at me," she interrupted. "Let me see your pretty eyes."

Slowly, she was reintroduced to a breathtakingly beautiful shade of emerald green. Knowing Harry struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to close and indulge in releasing his pleasure, she added, "Keep your eyes on me while you cum."

Harry's movements turned sloppy, not keeping in time with the pace he had previously set. Pressing a hand against his waist, she signalled for him to stop moving. She quickly guided him forward while her other hand grabbed hold of his cock, angling it toward her waiting open mouth.

The man above grunted and pleaded under his breath, fighting to keep his eyes open. Her hand quickly moved up and down the base of his length, telling him to "cum for me" before extending her flattened tongue. Harry fought to keep his eyes open, but all of it was becoming too much to take; the movement of her hand, her sinful words, the way she looked up at him with those large doe-eyes with her mouth open that way. His hand, the one not gripping the bedsheets for dear life, moved to her breast and palmed the flesh before his fingers delicately twisted her nipple.

A sinful moan from his vixen was Harry's undoing. As Rory's hand continued to work along his length, his release came quickly. Thankfully Rory was ready and just as prepared. A grin tugged her open mouth as his cum shot into her mouth and on her tongue. Harry's eyes remained open, but his gaze became clouded by pleasure and watching her.

Rory pridefully swallowed and licked her lips. Sitting up slightly, she leaned forward and ran her tongue against the head, cleaning off the remaining cum from the tip. As she pulled her head away, Harry slowly readjusted his position, moving his body back. He resumed his spot near the edge of the bed and reached to the side table to grab a tissue before bringing the tissue to her chin and gently wiping her skin.

"Thank you."

Harry raised a brow. "For what?"

"You always just... I don't know," she shrugged, "take care of me during sex." Rory's cheeks reddened. "It's nice."

"I appreciate the thank you, Bambi. But wiping my cum off your chin is hardly a chivalrous act."

"In my books, it is." Moving across the mattress, she moved over to where he sat on the edge of the bed with both his feet on the ground and maneuvered into his lap. "Most guys would just toss the towel at me to clean it up myself... and most would probably not even think about it and just continue on."

Harry rested a hand on her hip. "You know, we need to work on raising your bar of standards – even though you'll never have to worry about that again."

Rory had to dip her head slightly from hearing what he said, embarrassed by how every inch of her body felt like it was burning red. Although she knew his words to be true herself, it still ignited an unexplainable sensation every time he brought it up.

His thumb gently stroked across her skin as he continued, "Just because I may call you certain things in the act-"

"Like a needy, desperate whore?" she interrupted with a grin.

"Yes," he cleared his throat, "just because I may say something like that doesn't mean I'm going to treat you as such and forget basic manners."

"But what if one night I wanted you to finish all over me, leave it, and keep fucking me?"

"Then you tell me that."

Rory wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mm... wow...," she hummed, thinking it all over, "Communication can do wonderful things, can't it?"

"It can. And as long as we're open and honest, nothing will stand in our way."

"This is some of the sexiest foreplay we've ever had."

Not a hint of sarcasm laced her words. Rory wondered if this was what it was like to be in a safe and trusting relationship – getting turned on by discussing communication and respect. Unsurprisingly, she hadn't experienced anything like it before. And the best part was that Harry didn't talk down to her during these discussions. He listened and understood her side while expressing his own. He was learning alongside her, not pretending to already know all the answers.

Harry was right – her bar of standards was considerably low. Maybe there had been someone from her past that would have helped raise that bar. But Rory could never willingly trust another person to show her that... until now.

Rory closed the small distance between them and pressed her lips against his. She could feel his hands run along the sides of her body, exploring like it was the first time. Harry returned the kiss, leaning into her to deepen it. His tongue nudged against her lips, prompting her to part them and allow entrance. Rory moaned – partly due to Harry's touch and partly due to the thoughts that ran through her head. The idea of communication and trust was making her horny. Very horny.

Harry pulled back his head slightly to move his lips to her neck. She tilted her head back and to the side, allowing him better access – which she was instantly thanked for. He kissed the exposed skin, biting and nipping in all the areas he knew drove her crazy – which it certainly was. Rory moaned and whimpered in his lap. Her hands ran down his chest, scraping her nails against the ink marks of his tattoos. A loud gasp of pleasure slipped past her lips, feeling his teeth sink into her neck before running his tongue over the spot. As her hips slowly rocked, she could feel something hard press against her ass, causing another moan to be released.

"Harry..."

"Yeah?" he asked against her skin.

"Will you do me a favour?"

"Anything you want."

A smirk tugged the corners of her mouth. "Rip my panties off and fuck me like your needy, desperate whore."

Harry didn't need any further invitations. He pushed her hips up for better access and instantly toyed with the lace waistband. Within seconds, the delicate scraps of pink that covered her were torn into shreds and discarded on the ground, leaving her in just the garter belt.

Rory grinned and tilted her head to the side. "Those were my favourite pair," she teased.

"Bill me," he replied before pulling her in for a messy, hungry kiss.

Harry kept a hand on her waist to keep her body in position as the other reached for his cock. As Rory pulled her head back, needing a moment to catch her breath, she turned to the side and watched Harry line himself up with her entrance. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, biting the sensitive flesh as he teased her with just the tip.

"Come on, baby," Rory taunted him, rocking her hips slowly back and forth. "Fuck me like you-"

Harry pushed the head of his cock past her entrance. Suddenly, knowing how to form a sentence was impossible for the poor Bambi. Her jaw fell slack. The hands resting on his shoulder dug into his skin. Her brows furrowed. The only noises escaping past her lips were whimpers and moans for more – a request Harry happily obliged.

"So tight," he murmured against her neck, scraping his teeth across her skin.

"Feels... so good... don't stop," her tongue darted across her bottom lip, "don't fucking stop."

"I wouldn't dare. You look way too good taking it all for me."

Rory focused on the pleasure as her body was guided up and down, keeping her eyes fixated on the mirror. She watched Harry kiss across her collarbones and down her breasts, lips moving onto one while he hand palmed the other. As his mouth wrapped around one nipple, the moan slipping past her lips suddenly mixed with a loud, "Oh, fuck!" as the final inch of his cock pushed into her.

But just as she thought he would start thrusting, Harry held her body down – filling her with his cock.

Eyes squeezing shut from the overpowering pleasure, Rory whimpered a needy, "Harry." The man in question was busy marking her breasts with his mouth. "Harry," she tried again, followed by a loud moan. "Fuck– Harry–"

Getting nowhere and feeling his grasp tighten in response, Rory snaked around to the back of his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. With one aggressive pool of his long locks, she forced his mouth off her skin.

"Fuck me," she gritted through her teeth, "Now."

Harry only responded by grinning like the Cheshire cat. "I'd be mad at you pulling my hair," he whispered, "If it wasn't so fucking hot." He withdrew his length completely before slamming it back in with a single thrust. Then again. And again. And again. And again.

And then, without warning, Harry began fucking her just like she requested – like a needy, desperate whore.

Both hands went to her ass, each palming a cheek. He rocked her body up and down, matching the timing set by his own thrusts. A loud groan escaped from the back of his throat, feeling her clench around him so soon.

He slowed their movements, letting her take the lead in his lap. Rory flexed her hips, back and forth, up and down, riding his cock. The only sounds filling the room were their mixture of moans and her ass slapping against his thighs. A symphony, one might call it.

"So fucking good, baby," Harry grunted, "Feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Mmhm," was all she could manage before cursing out his name.

Rory pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed, signalling that she wanted him to lie down. Harry instantly obliged and laid his backside flat against the mattress. Following his lead, she leaned forward for a kiss that entangled their tongues. She pulled her head back, but not before capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.

Just like pulling his hair, that action set Harry's skin on fire.

Harry fucked her like never before.

He couldn't explain what took over him. Rory had pulled on his hair and bit his lip in the past. But something ignited inside Harry. He wanted to hear every moan and every high-pitched noise tumble from her lips. He wanted her to claw her nails into his flesh and sink her teeth into his sink. He wanted to hear her beg for more and tell him never to stop.

Like always, she felt perfect clenching around his cock. A part of him crumbled hearing his name slip from her lips, and hearing her chant it like an oath only served as a reminder of the pleasure he caused. The noises he replied with, the groans and whimpers of his own, praises for her and utters of how good of a girl she was, were the least Harry could do to show how amazing he made her feel.

Switching their positions, he got Rory to lie on her back. He kissed every inch of her skin he possibly could while his hips continued to thrust. "Such a good fucking girl," he praised, "So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good–"

His eyes lit up in amazement, watching her back arch off the bed as she screamed his name with every thrust. God, she was fucking perfect. Clenching around him. Making sure the house miles away could hear her. Marking his skin with her nails. Doing all she could to–

"H-harry," her voice whined, "I need to–"

"Hold on, baby."

With one quick move, he switched around their positions again, getting Rory on her hand and knees while he kneeled behind. Rory wanted to watch herself cum tonight – and so, he was going to ensure that every time she needed to, she was facing that mirror.

And thankfully, Harry had made those adjustments just in time.

"Harry, oh god, I-" Rory's jaw fell slack, watching herself in the mirror. Her skin was glowing – slicken with sweat that glistened from the warm light of the fireplace.

"Cum for me, baby," Harry encouraged, "Watch yourself cum all over my cock..."

Rory moaned out his name, feeling her cheeks rush with heat. Her thighs clenched before her body stilled. "Oh, fuck," was all she could manage, feeling her release.

Rory's body slumped down against the bed. She turned her head to watch him in the mirror, biting her bottom lip as she noted Harry was nearing his need to finish. But as Harry pulled his length out of her, Rory felt empty. Her body still craved him – she wasn't ready for it to end. And thankfully, he wasn't either.

With her attention fixated on the mirror, she watched as he palmed his cock. Then, without warning, cum painted across her ass. Harry groaned and tipped his head back. She felt his release drip down between her legs. The feeling was enough for Rory to release sounds of pleasure. But the tip of his cock pressed against her, dragging his cum along her slit, sent her overboard.

Harry leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the bottom of her spine. His lips worked their way up, kissing slowly as his cock continued stroking her slit. Once he reached the top of her spine, his lips moved to her ear, eyes meeting her glance in the mirror. "One more?"

She grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

That was all Harry needed to push his cock past her opening. Rory's jaw fell slack against the mattress from the sudden intrusion – but it was a rush of pleasure better than she could have ever expected. She assumed this would be her final position for the final round; head down with her ass in the air. But once again, she was taken by surprise.

Harry wrapped his hands around her arms and lifted the front half of her body off the mattress. With her backside pressed against his front, Harry put his arm around the front of her neck. Her body was secured in this hold, allowing her chin to rest perfectly against the crook of his elbow. She wore his tattooed-covered arm like a necklace – her new favourite piece of jewellery.

Rory tried to focus on anything other than her building pleasure as his length slowly entered her, inch by agonizing inch. Her attention went to his tattoos, watching as the muscles of his inked skin flexed.

But just as she thought she could contain herself, a sudden thrust caused her eyes to flutter close as a chorus of pleasure escaped past her lips.

"Eyes open, Bambi," he reminded, "I wanted you to watch yourself every time you finished – let's make sure those eyes stay open for the last one, baby."

Rory did her best to keep her eyes open – but every passing second made the simple task increasingly difficult. As Harry guided her body up and down his cock, she tried her best not to focus on how his grunts made her skin tingle or how she could hear their wetness mixing together with every thrust.

"Look at you... taking it all," he gruffed into her ear before nipping the skin and earning a delicious moan. "Such a good girl... mm?"

"Y-yes," she somehow managed, trying not to let her eyes roll back. "Harry-"

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

"Harry– oh, fuck!" Another thrust hit her at a sensitive angle, causing Rory to fall apart with pleasure. And as he wet his fingers and brought his hand down to the front of her body, pressing it against her clit, "fuck, Harry, fuck–" were the only words she could chant.

"Such a fucking good girl, yeah? Taking my cock all night," he encouraged, rubbing her clit in tight circles, "Cum for me, baby..."

Rory found herself completely overpowered by an orgasm. From the second it hit, she lost all sense of control. Her legs shook, sounds of pleasure tumbled from her lips, and her eyes remained open, but she couldn't understand what was in front of her. She registered that Harry was shortly behind her – she felt his thrusts fall out of the pattern set. One minute, she was upright with Harry's arm around her neck, and the next, she was lying on her back.

A grin tugged on her lips, feeling Harry's release paint her skin like a work of art. He groaned from above as he palmed his cock, spraying cum on her breasts and stomach. The bed dipped beside her, and Rory slowly turned her head. Harry was out of breath, panting as he looked up at the ceiling. He brushed the sweat-slicked hair from his forehead and ran his fingers through his long locks. But within a blink of an eye, he rolled onto his side and got up from the bed.

She watched his figure disappear from the room. Her gaze returned to the ceiling, trying to regain control of her own breath. Sleep would be a fantastic reward for her spent body. But she needed to shower. But sleep. But shower. But sleep. But–

The feeling of a warm cloth against her chest shocked Rory wide awake. Before she could open her mouth to question what was happening, she noted Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing a washcloth to her skin.

"You know you're allowed to give yourself more than, like, thirty seconds to recover, right?"

Harry rolled his eyes – but the grin and laugh he attempted to cover gave him away. "It was a few minutes, at least, Bambi. Besides," he moved the cloth to her stomach, "it's the least I can do." Leaning down, he gave her a gentle kiss and whispered, "You were fucking amazing tonight."

"It takes two, so right back at you, handsome."

He allowed his grin to show even more, causing his dimple to poke through. "Can you get up on your own, or do you need help? I drew us a bath."

"God, you're hot." Never did Rory imagine a man drawing her a bath to be such a turn-on, and yet, just like every time he did it, here she was – turned on. "You're lucky my legs feel like jello right now because if they didn't, I'd totally be trying to get you to go for another round."

"Let's be real, Bambi. You say jump, I say how high. Now, come on," he tapped her thigh, "Let's get in there before the water gets cold."

XX

Good morning :)

I'm downstairs – I didn't want to wake you.

x R

(ps. you're so cute when you snore hehe)

Rory sat outside, taking in the beautiful morning.

Selfishly, she was glad to have a morning alone. Not because she wanted to spend a moment without the long-haired Devil snoring away in bed. But because the silent minutes that passed while she sat by herself outside helped her truly take in just how picturesque the property was.

Although she really wanted a cup of coffee – the fight she had with the old machine earlier in the kitchen was a battle she did not win. And Harry always knew how to work the appliances she hated. Like the one that made coffee. Or ovens that preferred to burn at the same temperature as hell.

And so, Rory probably looked slightly too relieved when she heard a familiar voice call out, "There you are!" from behind.

She silently prepared her little speech on how to ask Harry to walk right back the way he came to make her a cup of coffee. But as she turned her head and met his gaze, the words suddenly died on the tip of her tongue... because Harry made his way over carrying two mugs.

"Good morning," Harry greeted with a grin. "Coffee?"

"Did you make that for me?"

"Mmhm," he hummed, "I saw that an... attempt, we'll call it, was made."

Rory wrapped her hands around the warm mug. "That was not my fault!"

"I know it wasn't."

"That machine is stupid!"

"Mmhm..."

"And dumb!"

"Mmhm..."

"And... evil!"

Sitting beside her, Harry leaned over and stole a quick kiss. "Yes, it's a stupid, dumb, evil machine."

"Thank you for your sacrifice."

"Anything for you, Bambi." Extending an arm over the back of the bench, he pressed another kiss to her temple. "So, you couldn't resist sneaking out of bed first thing to get away from my snoring, could ya?"

Rory giggled against the brim of her mug, taking a long, careful sip to avoid scolding her mouth. "First of all, it's cute snoring. I specifically said cute," she clarified, "And second, I came out to appreciate the beautiful morning. We only have so many hours left here... I can't waste it sleeping!"

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes! I was reading for a bit... there was an adorable family of ducks swimming in the pond... saw the most beautiful sunrise... oh, look, I made sure to get a picture!"

As a few polaroids were held up for him to see, Harry quickly spotted one near the end of the stack and promptly snatched it from her grasp. "Is this me sleeping?"

"You looked so cute!" Rory cried. "All curled up! I had to take a picture!"

Harry released a dramatic sigh. "This really doesn't help my image."

"Image?" She scoffed. "What image would that be? You're a big, squishy teddy bear."

His lips parted to reply, but just as quickly, he pressed them back together. Brows knitting over the remark as he pondered the outcome, Harry released a sigh, concluding she was right. Only for her, of course.

"Well, how about this big, squishy teddy bear goes and makes us some breakfast?"

"I'd actually love that because I am starving, and that oven is evil."

Harry grinned. "Evil?"

"Evil! I swear it hates me. I walked past it this morning, and I swear it hissed at me."

His brows knitted in pure confusion over the remark, and he couldn't help but let a laugh escape. "You are so odd sometimes, Rory Young."

"It's part of my charm," she said with a shrug, not bothering to fight him back over the very true remark.

"I'll go deal with the evil oven myself then. Any breakfast requests?"

"Mm... surprise me!"

With a parting kiss, Harry went back to the house, leaving Rory to return to the quiet morning alone. She resumed reading her book, flipping through the pages as a warm breeze floated through the air. Her eyes fell from the page, and she looked around at the sight in front. A sigh left her lips, wondering how she could leave this house in a few hours – or whenever Harry planned on returning home. It was perfect here... a place where she could actually picture the two of them spending their future, as crazy as it sounded.

"This place is beautiful," a familiar voice said. "I can see why you wanted to spend your morning out here."

"Harry certainly knows how to pick a place for vacation." Rory smiled, watching as the man rounded the bench and sat beside her. "I've missed you, Dad."

"I've missed you too, Peanut."

Her eyes scanned over her father's face, taking in every feature. Aidan was clearly older – more lines creased his forehead than when she remembered seeing him last. He didn't seem old, barely looked it either, but that didn't stop Rory from commenting, "You've got some greys, old man."

Aidan released a short laugh, shaking his head at the remark. "I'm glad you still got that sense of humour, Peanut."

"Please, that part of me will never go away." She turned her head back to the view. "It's been a while."

"I know," her father said with a sigh, "I wanted to see you sooner... but I needed to give you some time."

Picking at her nails, Rory regretfully asked, "So... is something bad supposed to happen?"

"What?"

"You normally come by when I'm at my lowest." The cheerful smile that she proudly wore moments ago strained with sadness. "And nothing that bad has happened recently... so is this a warning for the future?"

"No. Not at all."

"Are you sure?" As her eyes glazed over, Rory sunk her teeth into her cheek. "Because I'm happy for the first time in a really long time, Dad. I don't want any-"

"I'm here because you're happy, Aurora."

Rory instantly returned her gaze to her father. Ever since she was a kid, Aidan called her Rory or Peanut – unless it was serious, then used her full name. Hearing it now felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. He wasn't here because she toyed with being at the lowest of her lows like all the other times.

"I know I said I'd always come back when you needed me," he continued, "But I needed you this time. It's been so long since I've seen you this happy... selfishly, I just needed to come see it for myself."

The smile that caused her cheeks to ache returned. "I am happy," she affirmed, "I miss you all so much, but I have a real shot at a future with someone now."

"I know you do, Peanut. And I'm so happy for you."

"You are?"

Aidan nodded as a smile that matched his daughter's appeared. "All I wanted was for you to be happy again. You found that reason in yourself... and you found someone to share it with. That's all that matters to me." He looked past her, eyes falling to the house before his gaze returned. "I should go." Aidan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Cherish this happiness, Peanut. It looks good on you."

"I will. I promise." She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo."

Within the blink of an eye, the image of her father was gone. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Rory didn't feel the significant loss from his leaving. She missed him tremendously. But Aidan visited her this time because she was happy, making her hopeful that he would do the same in the future too.

"Alright, here we are!" Harry announced as he strolled over to the bench. "I brought a blanket so we could sit on the grass, and-" As his eyes landed upon Rory, Harry immediately fell silent. "What is it? Are you okay?" Within seconds, the tray of food was placed on the bench, the blanket tossed to the ground, and Harry kneeled in front of her. "What is it, Rory? What happened?"

Rory didn't utter a word. She threw her arms around his neck and fell into his arms, catching Harry off guard. Now seated on the grass, Rory pulled him in for a kiss. The tears that stained her skin pressed into his. But Harry didn't move a muscle. He accepted the kiss and returned the gesture. His hand went to her cheek, brushing away the tears that fell. She would talk when she was ready. If Rory needed a kiss and a hug for now, he would happily provide that.

With the kiss broken and her forehead resting against his, she uttered in a whisper, "It's not tears of sadness. I promise."

"You don't have to tell me why you're crying. But can you at least tell me if you're okay?"

"I'm okay," she said, a smile tugging on her lips. "I'm better than okay, actually. I'm happy."

"So, these are happy tears?"

Rory nodded. "Very happy tears."

"Alright, those tears I can accept."

"Whatever you made for breakfast smells amazing."

"I'm glad to hear it." He kissed the tip of her nose before pulling away. As Rory climbed out of his lap, Harry got to his feet and spread the blanket across the grass before grabbing the tray off the bench. "I made your favourite."

Rory wiped her eyes, silently promising not to cry again as she looked at the breakfast spread. Pancakes with chocolate chips. Bowls with sliced fruit. A small container of syrup and a dish with butter. She watched with a cheek-aching smile as Harry topped her plate with her favourites, dishing it up just as she liked.

Her mouth was watering by the time she received her plate, and without waiting a second longer, Rory dug in her fork. "Oh my god," she moaned, savouring the bite, "I think these are your best ones yet."

"Really? I made them the same way as always. Maybe it's the stove or something."

"How do you feel about being stuck on pancake duty for the rest of your life?"

"As long as you're happy with them, I am happy to accept the honour."

"Good," she said before shovelling another bite into her mouth.

With that, the two ate silently for a few minutes before diving into simple conversation. The weather. The scenery. How weird it oddly felt not to have Dallas and Kip fighting over cereal. Although a night away from the chaos was needed and very much appreciated, Harry never imagined he would somewhat miss having to parent those two.

"Would you be open to doing yoga with me?"

Harry looked down at his fork. "Right now?"

"No, not right now. I wouldn't dare interrupt pancake time," she replied honestly. No trace of sarcasm laced her words – it was a fact. "I just mean in the future."

"Oh, then, yes. I'd love to."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, "Why not? I'm sure it would be fun to try."

"I thought I would need to do a lot more to convince you."

"You really think you have to convince me to spend time with you, Bambi?" He smiled, collecting more fruit onto his fork. "What made you think of the suggestion?"

"When I was sitting here watching the sunrise, I thought how amazing it would be to wake up to the view every morning and do some yoga out here... and then realized how much I've missed it and thought it might be something to do together. It would be good for us... You know, get a chance to relax our minds and center ourselves so we can limit how overwhelmed we get by everything else going on."

There was a slight worry in Rory's stomach over bringing up the suggestion, unsure of how he would interrupt it. She didn't assume he would take it the wrong way, but everything had been going so well that she felt there had to be some type of ball to drop. On the other hand, Harry was taken aback by the gesture in the most wonderful way.

Rory cared about him – a fact he was reminded of every second of every day. But the side of him that assumed he would always be undeserving of such a thing was always surprised.

He leaned forward, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Then let's relax our minds together," he said with a grin before stealing another kiss. "I need to grab something from inside. Will you be okay for a few minutes?"

"I'll do my best to survive."

Harry hurried back to the house. Unlike when he ventured off to make breakfast, this time around, he practically ran back when the coast was clear. He didn't want Rory to notice him running. But he couldn't help himself. Excitement coursed through his body. He wanted to get what he needed and bring it back as soon as possible.

Entering the house, Harry hurried to the front hall closet, grabbed a bag that held all his supplies, and made his way to the kitchen table. He took out the items and laid everything out. The wrapping paper (with cartoon cows he found at the same market with her cow pin). Scissors. Tape. And the secret.

Harry began wrapping and tried remembering the videos he had watched online. It was important for him to practice knowing it would all have to be done within a short amount of time. Plus, he wanted it to look good. Rory always made every gift look so nice. Harry wanted to do the same.

But once the paper was cut to size, Harry blanked. He knew it was simple enough to remember how to wrap a gift – but his mind was far too overwhelmed with wanting the surprise to go perfectly that when he tried to remember the next step, there was nothing.

"Why can't my brain work this way when I actually want to forget things," he muttered bitterly.

"Take a deep breath," a familiar voice said, "We'll do this together."

Turning his head to the side, Harry's eyes widened as he spotted a similar shade of emerald green looking back at him. "Mom? W-what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you, my little love," she said with a smile. "Rory is going to love this gift."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now, come on. Let's get this wrapped so you can give it to her."

With his mother's guidance, Harry could relax his mind, calm himself down and focus on his task. He wrapped the gift somewhat well – it definitely didn't look like the video he watched, but it was done well enough. And seeing the woman next to him so vividly proud of what he had done was enough for Harry to feel good.

"I love seeing you like this," the woman commented, raising her hands to his face. "You look so happy, Harry."

"I am happy. Rory makes me happy."

His mother's smile widened, causing her dimple to show. "She's perfect for you."

"Does that mean you like her?"

"Like her? Harry, I love her. I can't imagine you spending your life with anyone else."

"I can't either."

The woman leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on, my sweet boy. Go give her that gift."

Harry nodded and picked up the item off the table. Stepping towards the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back around. "Will I get to see you again?"

"Whenever you need me, I'm here."

Within the blink of an eye, the image of his mother was gone. Harry wanted to feel sad and long for her return, but her words kept replaying in his mind. She knew he was happy. She loved Rory. She couldn't picture him spending his life with anyone else. Harry thought he would feel sadness, but all he felt was happiness.

Stepping outside, Harry returned to the source of his happiness with the gift in hand. He released a shaky breath, ridding his body of the nerves that crept in. His mother's words continued to repeat through his head. Little did the woman know that her confession about Rory made a battle Harry had been silently toying with finally come to an end with an obvious decision.

Sitting on the blanket, he handed her the gift and said, "For you."

"For me?" Rory's eyes widened. "But I didn't get you anything!"

Of course, she would worry about that, Harry thought with a smile. "I don't need anything. Please... just open it."

Rory took the item from his hand and instantly giggled upon spotting the cartoon cows in a field of grass. "Oh my god, this is adorable," she squealed, trying to slowly unwrap it so she could save the paper. "I can't believe you got me a gift, Harry!" Pulling off the gift wrap, she pointed to it and said, "We're keeping that, so don't-" Rory fell silent as her eyes caught sight of the item in her lap. "HORY FARM," she read out loud the words written in permanent marker on the front cover.

"Don't judge. Dallas said it's our ship name."

"Ship name?"

"Yeah. The combination of our names together."

Another giggle escaped. "We should put a silent W in front of it. You know, so it's like whore."

"That is kind of funny." Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled out a marker. Leaning over, he quickly added her suggestion to the front of the word. "There."

"Now it's perfect! And fitting for us, too," she teased. "Wait. What does the farm part even mean?"

"Open it."

Giddy at the thought of all the possibilities, Rory opened the gift before she let her mind wander too far. But whatever she was thinking it could be did not match what it was.

"Oh my god," she whispered in amazement, eyes watering over the first page.

Lined in perfect rows were their Polaroid photos from the trip. Starting from the first picture Harry of her took outside the house... to the one she took of him... to their photo together. Images of their trip in the car and into town were next. Rory looking over every bookshelf at that beautiful store they wandered into... venturing around town... all the views they came across. Back at home, when she sat outside and read to him... the photos she took of him from her secret before and after kiss experiment... and then...

"You took these?" she asked, pointing to the photos of her dancing in the rain. Given she had no idea he had taken these pictures, she was surprised and equally touched to see them.

She wiped her eyes and turned to the page from their nighttime activities. "We're hot," was all she could say, knowing if she tried any more words, she would turn into a sobbing mess.

"Do you like it?"

With a nod, she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "It's..." she sniffled, "amazing."

Rory had no idea these photos were taken for a photo album. Of course, she wondered why Harry had a sudden interest in taking pictures, but she assumed it was a cute hobby or thing for them to do. She never thought there would be more to it – a place for them to hold all their memories of their first trip away together.

Harry raised his hand and gently brushed away the tears with his index finger. "I'm glad you like it. But you should flip back to the first page." As the first page appeared, Harry tapped on the photo of the two of them kissing and said, "There's a message written on the back of this one."

Rory carefully took out the Polaroid and turned it over. "The first photo together in front of our house," she read out loud. It took her a moment to comprehend what she had just read, and even then, she scanned over the written message at least a hundred times. "Our house?"

"Yes."

"As in, just the house we stayed at for the night... right?"

"No."

"B-but then what does that mean?"

"It means it's our house."

She blinked and repeated, "Our... house..." The words fell from her lips like she was testing it out for the first time. "Our house," she said again, "This is our house."

"Yes."

Harry wanted her to process the news however she needed to – therefore, he decided to keep his answers short and direct, ensuring he didn't add any confusion to the mix.

"So you..." Rory's eyes darted from the message to look over her shoulder at the structure behind where they sat and back to Harry, "... so you brought us to a house for the night that is ours."

"Yes."

"Which means you bought us a house."

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"I can't believe you actually bought us a house... and it's this house!" Rory released a quiet laugh, still unsure of what to make of all of this. "What else have you purchased recently?"

"Well, to be honest... there's also– well–" he cleared his throat. "Flip to the last page. It'll explain what I'm having trouble putting into words."

Rory watched him closely before turning her attention back to the photo album. She flipped to the place Harry instructed, trying to ignore the shakiness in her hand. Nerves twisted in her stomach, unsure of what she would find. But nothing could prepare her for the moment she realized what was laid out for her to see.

"Harry..." Her voice was a broken whisper. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is.

"I bought us houses all over the world. So, if you decide you want to live here..." Harry pointed at the first photograph of a house, "or here...," he pointed at another, "or here... or here in the English countryside... we can. Wherever you want, we'll move to. And if you change your mind or want to live in multiple places throughout the year, we'll have a home anywhere we go."

Rory felt silent as she tried to process everything. It was difficult to understand why he would do something like this. How the man that had already given her everything could continue to surprise her and why she was worthy of such a thing. All her hopes and dreams were coming to light – words were no longer just promises written down on a list... they had turned into real actions.

"Is this really happening?"

"What do you-"

"I'm not being pranked, right?"

"Rory-"

"And I know I'm not dreaming...."

"Rory-"

"Maybe I am...."

"Rory-"

Pinching the skin of her forearm, a quiet yelp of pain escaped past her lips. "Okay," she confirmed, "I'm not dreaming. But-"

"Rory!"

Falling silent from her ramblings, she softly hummed, "Yeah?"

"Breathe, please," Harry softly instructed. "Is it too much?"

"Too much?" she repeated. "Yes–no, wait, no, I mean–" Rory pressed her lips together. Inhaling another deep breath, she released the air slowly. "I just can't believe you did all of this... I mean, this must have cost a fortune and..." Rory felt his hand reach for both of hers before her nails could dig into her palms. "Are you sure about all of this?"

"Of course I am."

She nodded slowly, chewing her bottom lip. "Are you sure about me?"

"I have never been so sure about something in my fucking life, Rory." The hand not occupied by holding hers went to her face and brushed the fallen tear away. "I know our story isn't ordinary – but it's special. You are special, and from the first moment I met you, I knew that to be true. And I'm so thankful you stole from me," he grinned, "because I got to fall for the smartest, kindest, most beautiful person in the world. Do you know what else is so amazing about you?"

With a trembling bottom lip, she asked, "What?"

"Since the day my mother died, I have never felt like myself, my own person again, until you."

"I've never felt more alive since my dad died until you."

"Yeah?"

Rory nodded. "I finally understand why he didn't want me to die before I was ready... because that means I would have missed out on this... on us." Wiping her tear-stained cheeks with her hand, she quickly placed them back against his. "Do I really make you feel like yourself again?"

"Every-fucking-day." Harry leaned forward. "And once we're done with all the bullshit, I can't wait to get married, move to wherever you want, start our family... and give you the life you deserve."

"We," she corrected, "The life we deserve."

Harry's glance softened as the corners of his mouth tugged upward. He couldn't believe the woman in front of him was real – countless times a day, Harry wondered what he had done to deserve someone like Rory. An incredibly confusing question, considering he had done so much bad. Why he deserved someone as pure as her would always remain a mystery. A lovely, beautiful, wonderful mystery.

As Harry was lost in thought over the funny workings of the universe, Rory noticed something, causing a silent gasp to part her lips.

Rory watched in amazement as he blinked. She raised her hand forward to cup his face. The pad of her thumb gently pressed to his skin and swiped across his cheek. Pulling her hand back, her eyes fell to her thumb. She couldn't believe it. Her skin was wet. The tear was real.

The long-haired Devil in front of her was crying.

The surprised nature Rory found herself in wasn't due to him expressing emotions – she had seen his vulnerable state before. But it was the timing of it all. Harry's tears resulted from the happiness felt when thinking about their future.

"Harry," she whispered softly, "Are you-"

"I love you."

Without missing a beat, she replied, "I love you too," like it was the easiest thing in the world for her to say.

Because that's what love was. It made everything easy – easy to know, to feel, to understand that he was her person. The one she would spend the rest of her life with. The person that a few months ago she was making a list of what she wanted... to find out he had followed through. Not just with one house. But many.

Hearing he loved her didn't cause fireworks to set off in the distance. It didn't solve all the problems in their world or heal all the wounds she suffered throughout her life. Being in love with him wasn't something she questioned, not for a second. It was simple. Harry loved Rory, and Rory loved Harry. It just... made sense.

Everything felt just as it was. There was something so beautiful in the simplicity of it – in the normality of it all. Rory used to view love as such a daunting word. Something she never understood because she believed she would never find someone that loved her for her. Feelings were scary. Emotions were terrifying. And therefore, love wouldn't be meant for her.

Now Rory knew there was nothing for her to be scared of... because when with the right person, love was simple.

Harry cupped her face with his hands, grazing her skin with the pad of his thumb. Watering emerald green eyes locked onto his favourite doe-eyed glance. He smiled, watching her cheeks flush with his favourite shade of dusty rose. Dipping his head forward, he whispered, "You and me."

"Are you ready to be stuck with me forever?"

"Baby, I've been ready since the first day we meet." He grinned, nudging his nose against hers. "Now, can I please kiss you?"

"Yes–"

The word just left her lips before Harry removed the remaining distance between them. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders in that kiss. Maybe it was because hearing he loved her confirmed that they were on the same path, and her feelings weren't so crazy after all. If anything, Harry was the crazy one for buying them, not one, not two... not even three... but five homes around the world.

But that's what Rory loved about him. Harry was crazy... but so was she. They had met each other's match... and instead of fighting against it, they decided to be more powerful together by falling in love.

"Aside from you buying us the most perfect house, which, by the way, I still can't believe you actually did," Rory said, laughing at how crazy it sounded out loud, "this," she tapped her fingers against the photo album, "is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."

Harry attempted to shrug off the remark, feeling his cheeks flush. "It's not a big deal, I–"

"No, it is," she affirmed. "When we're old and grey, sitting on the porch in our matching rocking chairs, we'll be flipping through this book and telling our kids this story for the millionth time. And I know I'll be just as in love with you then as I am now."

Typically, Harry was the one that brushed away her tears. But now, it was Rory's turn. Raising a hand to his face, she gently guided her finger across his skin, brushing away the wetness that ran down his cheeks.

"Thank you," he whispered before pressing a kiss against her lips, "Thank you for stealing from me..." kiss, "for giving me another chance even when I didn't deserve it..." kiss, "for putting me in my place..." kiss, "for making me a better person..." kiss, "for always being by my side..." kiss, "for helping me see that there is no life without you in it..." kiss, "for allowing me the gift of falling in love with you."

Harry guided her body into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. With her backside resting against his chest, she felt like a perfect fit, nuzzled under his chin. They both stared at the house, now a symbolic structure for their future, with loving smiles tugging on their lips.

"Before, I thought it would be hard leaving, thinking we'd never get the chance to come back... but even knowing it's ours forever now, it feels too soon to leave." Rory sighed. "I wish we could stay here for just one more night."

"We can."

Rory lifted her head off his chest, staring at him with a wide-eyed gaze. "What?"

"There's still time before we have to start preparing," Harry avoided adding 'the mission' to the end of his sentence, not wanting to ruin the perfect mood by verbalizing a reminder, "I set aside two nights for us – ensured it was in everyone's schedule so we weren't disturbed. If you want to spend it here, or at home, or anywhere else, we can easily do so. It's up to-"

"Here!" Rory giddily interrupted. "I want to spend it here." She turned her head and looked back at the house as she quietly added,

"I want to spend the night here... with the man I love in our forever home."

this chapter we got: harry saying i love you first (hehe), harry buying the whory farm, harry buying 4 other homes in case rory wants to live somewhere else, whory being goals 4ever