Alysia waited by the window in Harry's bedroom. He'd been on a flight when all of the photos were released, and she wasn't even sure if he knew. She wished she hadn't known about it.
She didn't think that Harry was a huge jackass. He'd never given her reason to believe he would spend such an amazing two days with her and then publicly cheat, but she was hurt. Alysia has spent the greater part of his 11 hour flight pulling herself together to once again fall apart.
Her man was coming home though, right now he was hers, so she put on her favorite little green dress and let herself into his house to wait. Now that her decision was made, she was oddly calm.
She knew the moment he landed, because her phone blew up.
"Hello."
"Love, I'm so sorry. It's not what it looks like. I know we just had this conversation. Nadine got really smashed and forgot herself. That picture was just taken at the worst possible moment. I took her home because I was worried about her, honestly. Not a thing happened. I mean she kissed my neck, but..," Harry had worked himself up into a frenzy. When Jeff contacted him about the story, the photos, he immediately thought of Alysia. He had just felt like they were in the same place after a month of being at cross purposes. Fuck.
"Harry," she interrupted, "I know."
"Wha," Harry was speechless, what faith.
"I know you wouldn't do that to me, not after last weekend, not ever. You wouldn't hurt me like that. It did hurt though," Alysia said on a sigh, biting her lip to push down her welling tears.
"Can I see you? Want to lay my eyes on you and make sure you're ok."
"I'm in your bedroom right now, actually, so you only have to come home. I'll be waiting, I love you," Alysia spoke with conviction.
Harry was confused but thankful as he drove home.

Alysia's phone buzzed, Maureen again, she'd been calling relentlessly. Alysia turned her phone off and got herself a glass of wine. She stared out the window and thought back over the 5 months she had spent with Harry. They were some of the most magical of her life. She had never felt this way about anyone, didn't think she ever would again.
They also had some of the worst moments she had ever experienced, rivaling the night she realized her daddy wasn't coming back and the day she and Maureen had buried their mother.
She was just starting to think about what it was like to be 9 years old and watch all her mother's beautiful brown hair fall out when she heard the front door close.

"Lysia, love, you here?" Harry called frantically.
"I'm in here, Harry."
When he reached the door to his bedroom, Harry stopped short, Alysia was stood by his floor to ceiling windows in a emerald green skater dress, glass of wine in her hand. The dress skimmed the upper middle of her thighs and he was immediately distracted by the memory of the way they felt locked around his waist. When he tore his gaze away from her lovely legs, he looked at her face and the soft smile she was giving him renewed his faith.
"Sunshine, I'm so sorry, I know how bad this looks, what you must be seeing about she and I. She's a friend, but We dated briefly, she was so fucked up couldn't walk even. Fell into my lap, literally, didn't seem gentlemanly to feed her to the wolves."

"So you fed yourself to the wolves?" Alysia nodded.

Harry shrugged, "better me than her. She just lost some contract she needed. Dunno, couldn't make much sense of her, and she was so embarrassed yesterday morning, she lit out of my house before I could slow her down. I had no idea we had been photographed until Jeff started frantically calling me when we were landing." At this harry hesitantly stepped into her space. "I feel like I need to ask for forgiveness, though nothing happened, I know the possibility must have hurt."

"Harry," she bit her lip, "I never thought you cheated on me, even when we fought. Think I'm struggling with how easy it would be for you to cheat on me. And how no one would blame you if you did. Some days I'm not even sure why you are with me."

"Sunshine, that's madness, never been happier than when I'm with you. I'm in love with you," Harry promised, sealing their lips together.

Alysia return his kiss fervently and reveled in the way his hands ran up and down her back. Memorized ever second of it.

He pulled back from her kiss and said, "You look so lovely, why do you look so good? Your eyes are greener than I've ever seen them love, god, love this dress," he ran his hands up into her hair, "Thank uou for being here. Finally got you to meet me by the window," gesturing to a dusky Los Angeles before reconnecting their mouths.
They continued moving together for some time until Harry backed her up against the window and pushed the full skirt of her dress up over her hips to rub over the lace covering her ass.
"Can I take these off?" He murmured.
Alysia chuckled, "Since when do you ask? Do what you want, Harry, Im yours," she vowed.
He smiled against her wet lips and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and smoothed them over her shapely legs. Stopping to peer at her core from his position.
"You know that Dave Matthews lyric, 'hike up your skirt a little more, show the world to me'. I know just what he meant," he breathed against her pussy and licked into it while she took a mental photograph of this moment.
"Could live happily between your thighs, would you make me a home here?" He asked cupping her sex.

"Where would I live then?" Alysia gasped out as he hooked his thumb inside her while lapping at her clit.

"Love, you don't need a home, you are home," he broke off to say before resuming his work.

Alysia let her head drift back and paid attention to the details, how he always held her open, pulled her taut so the sensation was strong. How his fingers were slender and long, reaching to the heart of her, that precious place he had planted his flag. How his lips looked when he pouted them to seal around her clit. The hums and rasps he made and the way he was harder after tasting her, especially when he'd already been inside. She committed all this to memory and then focused on sensation just long enough to come in his mouth.
"Alysia, do you forgive me?" He whispered, petting her clit while she started to come round.

She ran her fingers into his hair, "Harry, there is nothing to forgive. You've done nothing wrong."

He smiled before pinching her between his first two fingers and licking the nub there until she was nearly screaming. "Scream, baby, go on. Whose is it?"

"Fuck, yours, always yours,"

When her legs gave out, he carried her to the bed and removed her dress and his own clothing. When they were naked together he asked, "want to suck it baby, or need me inside already?"

"Both, I need all of you tonight." getting up to her hands and knees and sucking him down her throat until he was wet and glistening. "Sit down, please."

Harry obeyed her request, and she climbed into his lap, wrapping herself around him. "Watch baby, watch me take you," she requested tilting his head down as she ran her soaked core over him several times before using her hand to tip him at the right angle, sliding down until there was no space between their pelvises. She rose and fell over him as the sun finished going down until only the city lights glinted off their sweat. Harry held her hips to aid in the power of her bounces until he seized up. Alysia watched the pleasure roll across his face and let herself be carried away on the wave.

He held her to him, placing his big palm against her cheek. "I love you, thank you for trusting me."

Alysia blinked back tears and moved to get off his lap.
"No, Alysia, stay a minute," and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her mouth and neck until she felt him swell inside her again. He rolled her onto her back and pushed her thighs up to her shoulders. Harry hooked one arm under her body, grabbing her opposite shoulder and gripped her neck. "Eyes on me, want to watch you. You are such a good fuck, baby. Best I've ever had. Love the way you tighten around me and arch. Love your eyes when they are heavy and glassed over. Could listen to you beg me the rest of my life. Love how you try at everything...." he drew in a huge breath and pressed his forehead to hers, "What do you love, sunshine?"

This she had an answer for, had been thinking about it all day, "I love your voice, it's like honey, slow, and sweet. I love your smile, especially the cheesy one that lights up your face and makes your dimples grow so large you resemble a chimp."
"Heeeyyy," he laughed and her answering chuckle drew a moan from him as her channel tightened.

She smiled up at him while pressure mounted behind her eyes and between her thighs,  "your eyes, they're the color of celery ribs," she moaned at his deep stroke and gripped his locks, "the feel of your hair between my fingers, and on my thighs. Your strong thighs, and Harry, I love what's between them!" She gulped, "never tasted a prettier cock. Best I'll ever have."
"Alysia, baby, why are you crying?"

"Because you feel so good Harry, harder, please, fill me up," she gasped out as he found just the right angle.
He felt her quicken and maintained his stroke until she groaned, "Baby, Can I come?"
Her asking for permission lit a fire in him and he stopped the smooth strong strokes he had been giving her and switched to shorter sharper jabs at her spot, "Come, come, all over your cock, Alysia."

"Fuck, yes, I love you Harry, always."

They napped, and ate, and made love through the night. When the sunlight woke Harry, he reached for her finding her side of the bed cold, a note placed upon her pillow.
"I love you but I can't. Maybe it's not worth it."