Her whole body tingled. Every nerve ending came alive. She felt sensational.

A deep burning desire coursed through Harry's veins and without even thinking, she found her gloves sliding through his perfect hair, not allowing him to move. She knew that his touch was bound to be intensified with such intimate contact, but she had no idea it would be so intoxicating. She longed to discover just how alive she would feel when their touch became even more intimate.

Masculine hands ran through her hair. They jerked down, wrenching her head back and exposing her neck. Her heart thudded with tremendous strength. He dipped her backwards in time with Shakira's saultry wail. Light kisses caressed her neck; each one sending a ripple of fire running under her skin from the point of contact. She giggled softly.

Sam righted her and backed away. Harry needed to resist the urge to pull his lips back onto hers. He looked at her earnestly.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Harry bit her lip, taking a moment to calm the drumroll in her chest.

She grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and flipped it up over her head. As she stood, attempting to peel it off her arms, she became aware of Sam gazing at her chest. Her plain black bra sat perkily, though it didn't have much to hold. He looked from her breasts to her face in wonder.

She felt powerful knowing that she had this kind of effect on someone so beautiful, someone who could clearly have his choice of gorgeous women. She knew she shouldn't  find self-worth in being desired by a gorgeous man (who happened to also be a demon), but in that moment she didn't care if she was being shallow, or unfeminist, or even if she was being a poor human. She just cared that her body was wanted by the thing in front of her.

He opened his mouth to speak.

She shook her head. "I want to feel better. Please, for tonight, just make me feel better."

Once again her mouth was on his.

She guided him towards the sofa, pushing him down to a seated position. Dropping herself after him, she straddled his legs. Her back tingled where his fingers traced. She wanted desperately to claw her nails into his back. She wanted to cry out in pain and ecstacy, and hear him cry out for her in return.

His hands brushed along her arms, landing upon her gloves. He wove his fingers between hers. Giving a grunt, he flipped her. She plopped onto the lounge, and the feel of suede rubbed against her bare skin.

Sam slid between her legs; her heart fluttered in anticipation. On his knees on the ground in front of her, Sam stared up at Harry apologetically.

"Oh, Precious, I won't lie. This is exactly how I was hoping this night would go, almost anyway. But still,  I can't do it... not like this... not just to make you feel. Don't get me wrong, I would any other week. You're easily the most tolerable human I know... - his eyes trailed down her body- and you should definitely walk around topless a lot more... but...  I want you to trust me in a week's time, and I doubt you'd trust me if you think I've taken advantage of you. I need to think big picture, and what's between your breasts is, at this moment, more important than your breasts themselves." 

Harry opened her mouth to protest, but Sam cut her off. "I know that you're trying to take advantage of me, but I also know how this plays out. I look forward to the day when this - he gestured between the two of them - happens, but this is not that night. If you still want me by the new moon, then I'm yours. Until then..."

He lent forward and kissed her softly. She wanted to push him away after what he'd just said. To slap him. To punch his chest. Instead, she let him kiss her, unsure what was happening. It was more tender than his kisses only a moment earlier. Where she had felt wild before, despite herself, she now felt safe, like a babe nursing at its mother's breast. The embarrassment she had felt mere seconds beforehand slowly ebbed. Her eyes started to droop. Her head lolled, and was caught by Sam's strong arm. He continued kissing her as her body went limp.

As her eyes sealed shut, she heard him whisper gently, "Night, night, Harry. Don't worry, I'll see myself out. I look forward to doing this again soon."

All went black.