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@sonoftheshield ASKED FOR A STARTER

Natasha sighed, shook out her shoulders in an attempt to get her body to relax. It certainly wasn’t easy, with a stranger’s hands on her, but mentally and emotionally getting to that point was part of what made these trips worthwhile.

         The spa worker rubbing her feet (Arlene, divorced, mother of two, drove a shitty Honda, collected parking tickets and was mercifully quiet) was really putting her all into it. Her thumb found a knot that had Natasha tensing right back up, before she tried to force herself to relax again.

         The one working on Colton had called in reinforcements. Twice. Supersoldiers. It wasn’t often that Natasha was glad for her own bastardized version of the serum having mostly broken down, but it might just be worth it if she could get massages more readily.

         “I don’t need to tell you that you are covering the extra charges, yes?” she told Colton, not even bothering to pretend to disguise how amusing it was. “Do you think acupuncture would work on you?”

[ilyasorokinn]

misc. masterlist, part 2 (western conference)

this masterlist is basically just blurbs, and maybe some fics, that i'm not proud of (but don't want to delete) or players i no longer write for. just because they are on this list doesn't mean i don't write for them. this list will probably grow as time goes on, i don't know.

key: name = do write for currently name = no longer write for *= from a prompt list

arizona coyotes,

✷ 3+1 (travis dermott) - y/n tells travis some very exciting news.

colorado avalanche,

✷ cute babies (bowen byram) - y/n tells bowen they make cute babies and wants to have another one.

✷ post-roadie cuddles (ross colton) - ross comes home after a roadie and all he wants is to cuddle. *

✷ hair transformations (cale makar) - y/n and cale have a youtube channel together, and y/n surprises scale with a hair transformation.

chicago blackhawks,

✷ make it better (anthony beauvillier) - Anthony had caught word that y/n has a bad day, so being the good boyfriend he is, he takes care of her and helps turn her bad day into a semi-good one. *

dallas stars,

✷ bubs the pup (roope hintz) - y/n finds a dog and brings it home with her.

✷ beach braids (roope hintz) - y/n and roope braid each other's hair on the beach. *

✷ wired autocomplete interview (tyler seguin) - y/n and tyler do a wired autocomplete interview.

✷ couples account (tyler seguin) - y/n and tyler pull tiktok pranks on each other (and the dogs).

✷ slow swayin' in the kitchen (tyler seguin) - the only rosie can fall asleep is if someone is holding her and swaying. *

edmonton oilers,

✷ an old married couple (dylan halloway) - y/n and dylan are kind of like the old married couple of their friend group, so everyone always goes to them for advice. *

los angeles kings,

✷ cuddle (erik portillo) - movie nights are erik's favorite. why? cuddling.

✷ there for him (erik portillo) - y/n's there for erik after the loss.

✷ safe in these arms (alex turcotte) - alex had a pretty bad day, but knows the second you wrap your arms around him, he'll be okay. *

✷ proud of you (alex turcotte) - y/n and alex are talking about their future, and talking about how proud they are of each other. *

minnesota wild,

✷ hat trick (matt boldy) - y/n's with matt when he scores his first hat trick.

✷ matt boldy's imfamous cheese quesadillas (matt boldy) - y/n has a bad day, so matt makes her his world-famous dish. *

✷ sweet dreams (matt boldy) - matt wakes up after a bad dream. luckily y/n's there to help him fall back asleep.

✷ kirill night (kirill kaprizov) - after. aloss, y/n spends the night comforting kirill. *

nashville predators,

✷ new job - (juuse saros) y/n works with kids, so she gets sick at least once a year, but luckily juuse’s always there to take care of her. *

st. louis blues,

✷ time to go (colton parayko) - colton drags y/ out after a long day of work where they fall alseep, mid party. *

vancouver canucks,

✷ job opportunities (brock boeser) - y/n gets a call, while hanging out with family, that she got the job she wanted. *

✷ daddy's girl (conor garland) - stella garland is a daddy's girl, especially when she gets hurt.

vegas golden knights,

✷ red, taylor's version (brendan brisson) - y/n finds out brendan is (secretly) a swiftie.

✷ post college anxiety (brendaon brisson) - y/n's been getting lots of job opportunities for after school, and brendan's getting stressed.

misc. players,

✷ britney and the astronaut (ethan edwards) - y/n and ethan's halloween costume is iconic.

✷ proud of you (ethan edwards) - y/n is there for than after the loss.

✷ sore (mark estapa) - after a hard game, mark's sore everywhere, so y/n gives him a massage.

✷ looking a little low (mark estapa) - mark comes back from the bathroom to see a guy getting a little too close.

✷ root beer floats (jimmy lambert) - y/n has a tradition of whenever she watches harry potter, she makes root beer floats. jimmy knows this, and ditches the guys to join her.

[drtamarahayes]

”It’s a done deal, then.” Tamara mused softly, chocolate hues meeting with blue pools. The more time they spent together, the more she realised just how much she valued him. As a friend, as a partner, as a lover. Theodore Browning had captured her heart. “Probably. I’m guessing this Chandler is a cat person, then?” and honestly, it didn’t matter to her if Theo was or wasn’t a fan of feline companions, because now in particular she knew at the end of the day he would sacrifice anything for her. “They are going to love you, so long as you show them just how much you love me.” That had really been their only prerequisite when it came to possible romantic partners, not that she’d had a lot. But that made them meeting Theo all the more meaningful. “Not at all. I mean, they were mildly concerned about how it would affect Cage and Colton, but apart from that, they didn’t seem to really have any issues. They just want me to be happy.” And she was sure she was going to get asked for more detail when they were there visiting in person, no doubt. “That’s great, Theo.” Though Tamara always had a feeling that the brothers would be the first to ‘make up’ since he’d asked to meet her not long after the renfaire. “Absolutely. It’s important for them to have a village to back them up, and they have that.” She couldn’t agree more with him, that it was in the best interests of everyone involved, especially the teens, that they had family to reach out to. Even despite whatever complications arose, there was always going to be someone there for them. “I try to be, you know? I really do.” Tamara aimed to make at least one persons life a little better every other day. Letting the beverage glide down her throat, she held the glass so it hovered above the waters surface, bubbles sticking to base of the stem. She could hear the playfulness in his tone, and any other time Tam would have quipped something right back at him faster than she could think about it. The pair had truly been like a couple of horny college kids, unable to keep their hands off of each other and taking every chance they could to be together. “You know what would really show how much you love me?” the woman cooed, teeth running over her lower lip before she shifted to whisper near his ear. “A foot massage.”

"You got it babe, and we talk about whatever we want to. Whether the good stuff or the bad stuff, no questions asked." He added, leaning his head forward a bit so he could see her, face to face. Despite how he messed things up with his siblings by not communicating with them, he believed talking things out with one's partner was an important part of a good relationship. He shrugged a bit at her comment about Nebula, "I don't know, I guess I'm not a cat person and maybe she sensed it. I think at first she might have been weary, but now we're buds." He reassured her, and though he had never really been around cats before, he liked Nebula. He had never had a cat before due to his allergy and he was growing to like them. Chuckling a bit, he was curious as to what she did share, "I can only imagine what they said, " he rolled his eyes, but he did hope they didn't have an opinion of his already without meeting him. "I do hope they don't completely think I'm bad news for you," he said jokingly though deep down inside of him he'd hate to put her in a pitision where her parents would be disappointed for dating him. He loved her too much for that and wouldn't want her to have to choose between him and them. He didn't have parents like hers but he was still able to sympathize and empathize with her on that, and hoped he was a good parent to his own kids. "He did, yeah I told him that the kids had asked about him, which they did. And he then offered. Which despite everything, I really appreciated. And still do," he knows he wouldn't tell his parents anything as a kid so he figured his own kids might not want to come to him but having Jason be there for them meant the world to him. "He's a good guy, and I'm glad my kids have him there for them. And despite me hoping they'd come to me or their mom for anything, I'm glad he's there for them too you know?" He asked, knowing it might have sounded silly, but he was glad he had three siblings that would hopefully be there for his kids despite his own flaws. "I can only imagine," having to part with anyone, let alone a child you had grown to love and care for was hard. And Theo was forever grateful for the shared custody agreement that he and his ex had come up with. "You're a great woman you know that? And I'm so honored to be able to witness your kindness every damn day." He tightened his arms around her momentarily, essentially hugging her and holding her closer to him. "I like being cheesy," he said with a sheepish grin, letting his arms unwrap her as she took a sip of wine as he tilted his head back and rubbed his face with his hands, making sure not to leave any suds on them. "You know, you keep talking like that, I might have to show you how much I love you right back."

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[sonisaiyan]

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[sky-gren]

Asian Massage Colton

LV Massage in Colton offers Asian-inspired massage techniques to promote relaxation, reduce stress, and ease muscle pain. Their skilled therapists use a range of techniques to target specific areas of the body, tailoring each session to meet the unique needs of their clients. The spa's peaceful ambiance enhances the overall experience.

[hangovercurse]

Surprise (i)

You and Pete had been hooking up casually for a while now, and he wants to surprise you on your birthday.

Request: hi girl! I don’t know if requests are still on or if you’d even consider it but if you do how about a bit of Coulson x reader x Pete I mean either smut or something fluffy hehe

Pete x Reader x Colson

 Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: I had to turn this into 2 parts because it was getting too long. This is just pure smut omg

Word Count: 1469

Read part ii

“Pete? You’re not gonna murder me, are you?”

You got a text from Pete telling you to come over a few hours ago. You weren’t surprised, you guys had been hooking up for the last few months and it was your birthday after all. Now you were sat on his bed in your favorite piece of lingerie, blindfolded.

“I’m not gonna murder you.” He chuckled, and you could feel the bed dip beside you, indicating he sat down beside you.

Your assumption was confirmed when you felt his lips on your neck, a small gasp leaving your mouth at the unexpected contact. He let out a small laugh, lips traveling up to your ear, leaving a hickey at the sensitive spot right underneath. “I have a surprise for you.” He whispered, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

The small action sent shivers up your spine. You loved how turned on he could get you with so little touch. He took your silence as a sign to continue. “You know how you always talk about taking two guys at once?” His voice was husky and his words made your breath stop. You could already feel wetness spreading to your panties. You nodded in response to Pete’s question, his teeth nipping at your neck. “You wanna try it tonight?”

You wished that you could see right now only to kiss his face. Excitement ran through your body, “fuck yeah.” You smiled and Pete laughed, his lips making their way to your jaw line, pressing short kisses all the way down until he reached your lips, stopping at the corner of your mouth. His hands raised behind you, and you could feel him start to pull at the fabric around your eyes.

“Good, because this was gonna be really weird if you said no.” He finally untied the knot and you could see again. Standing in the doorway of Pete’s bedroom was none other than Colson Baker. You bit your lip as you took in his shirtless figure. Pete’s lips found their way back to your neck, leaving small bruises anywhere he could get away with.

Colson moved towards you slowly, sitting on the opposite side of you as Pete. “You’re okay with this, right?” You looked at him, trying to stifle your moans as Pete’s lips grazed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. You couldn’t trust yourself to get the words out, so you nodded. You pushed Pete softly, and he got the hint to back away.

You brought your hands around Colson’s neck, swinging a leg over his lap so you were effectively straddling him. You pressed your lips against his, pulling him closer to you. His hands went to your hips, rocking you slightly against his strained jeans.

You pulled out of the kiss, your eyes searching for Pete who was laying back on the bed, watching you closely. When he found your eyes he sat back up, connecting his lips to yours. Colson’s lips moved to your neck, continuing Pete’s work.

The feeling of both boy’s lips on yours and Colson’s ever-growing hard on you had your body screaming. You moved one of your hands to Pete’s thigh, moving up until you found his clothed member. You palmed him through his pants, hips rocking against Colson’s slowly.

Colson moaned against your collarbone, sending vibrations through your body and right to your heat. His hands found the clasp of your bra, pulling it off of you and moving downwards to your breasts. Pete’s tongue made its way into your mouth, pushing against yours and establishing dominance.

You whined as Colson’s tongue made contact with your nipple, breaking from Pete’s kiss, and throwing your head back in pleasure. Pete smirked at your reaction, reaching up to massage your other tit. Colson moved away, releasing your titty with a small pop. Pete moved his mouth onto the nipple that Colson hadn’t gotten to, taking the bud between his teeth. Your lips met Colson’s in a hungry kiss, one hand reaching up to run over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath your fingers.

Pete’s lips travelled down, reaching the top of your panties before pulling away. You moaned against Colson’s lips at the loss of contact, making Pete chuckle. You pulled away from Colson, his hands leaving your hips. Pete stood up, his hands replacing Colson’s as he pulled you up, your back pressing against his chest.

Colson pulled down the only piece of clothing left on you, leaving you exposed. He grabbed your hands in his, leading you to lay down with your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. The blond boy moved to kneel on the floor in front of you, in between your legs.

Pete, who had been watching you with dark eyes, tugged his pants and underwear down, exposing his familiar, hard cock. He stroked himself as he moved towards you, kneeling on the bed near your face.

Colson’s face got closer to your heat, his breath hitting your aching core. His lips ghosted over your clit, his eyes watching your face as you writhed in anticipation. Finally, after what felt like ages of agonizing teasing, his mouth made contact with you, sucking on your sensitive clit.

You threw your head back at the pleasure, your hand reaching up to stroke Pete’s length. You sat up on your elbow, twisting your upper body to get the best angle you could. Your mouth met his tip, tongue circling the sensitive head.

Colson’s tongue found its way onto your slit, running up and down a few times before returning to your clit. His hands moved up to you, resting in the crease where your pelvis met your thigh and squeezing.

You slowly took more of Pete into your mouth, moaning at Colson’s movements. You started to bob your head up and down slowly, taking more of him into your mouth each time you went down. His hands went into your hair, wrapping his fingers around the strands. With the control he now had over your motions, he sped up your pace.

Colson’s long digits found their way to your pussy, slowly entering you and pumping very slowly. You moaned onto Pete’s member as Colson’s fingers curled inside you, sending a pulse through your body. Pete thrusted into your mouth at the vibrations, his tip hitting the back of your throat, and you fought your gag reflex.

The fingers in your cunt began to pump faster, Colson’s lips still sucking on your clit. Pete was in full control of your motions, thrusting to meet your bobs. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy starting to clench around Colson’s fingers. You could feel Colson smirk against you, his eyes moving up to you and Pete.

“You getting close?” He mumbled the words against your clit, causing your hips to buck up into him. His pumping slowed down as watched you, waiting for an answer. You moaned around Pete’s cock, causing him to gently pull you off of him.

“Oh, baby, we’re not even close to being done with you.” He smiled down at you, reaching down to kiss your lips.

You groaned as Colson’s head left your core, “Please, I can take it.” You begged.

Pete looked at Colson, a smug look on his face. “What do you think, think she’ll be able to take it?” Colson smirked, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick your clit before attaching his lips to the bud. His fingers began pumping in and out of you again, giving Pete his answer.

Instead of resuming his position in your mouth, Pete leaned down and took your tit in his mouth, biting and sucking the sensitive skin. His hand massaged the other, rubbing your small nipple between his fingers. You groaned, your hips thrusting into Colton’s face as you neared your high. His free hand reached up to hold your hips down, his fingers pumping into you harder and faster.

“Mmm I’m gonna cum.” You moaned; eyes shut in pleasure. Pete let out a hum against your skin.

“You can cum, baby.” His voice was husky and his eyes were dark as he watched your face scrunch up with pleasure. He loved watching his best friend bring you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Colson hummed against your clit, continuing his attack on your cunt, and sending you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around his fingers that were still pumping you, waves of euphoria washing over you. Your head pushed back into the mattress, small whines leaving your mouth as you came down.

Colson moved his fingers from you as you opened your eyes, sitting up on your elbows to watch him suck your orgasm off of his fingers. It was so fucking hot.

“Oh baby, we’re only getting started.” He smirked.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Possessing A Harem 3

Part 1

Henry has a personal client session with his pal Stephen who joins us.

He walks in to the room for a massage in his under pants only.

Henry walks in spinning you to your back and begins to rub you up.

I let him do his job as Stephen falls into a deep coma like sleep.

Stephen ask for the heads placing it on to his head.

He presses play then Henry’s hand rubs his neck softly and slowly.

“What is this?”

“Mmmmmmmmmm”

“I love this sound”

“This music “

“It sounds so good”

“My body feels high, so euphoric and I love it.”

“Relax, enjoy the music and obey”

“Yyyyyyeeeessss”

“I will obey”

“You will must obey”

“Give in to my pleasure “

“Mmmm, yyyyeeesss, I will obey”

Part 2

In the next waiting room his cousins Robbie looks so damn fine in just a towel.

He is so nervous walking through the room in tight form.

I clap with joy watching the room from a lap top hotel screen.

The air vent above slowly blows my Hypno gas in to the room flowing through.

“That smell”

“Where is it coming from?”

“Uuuuggghhhhh”

“Aaaaaaahhhhh”

“The air flow it is so amazing “

“I feel so good”

“Ooooohhhh”

“Aaaaahhhhh! Ooooohhhh yyyyeeeaaahhh”

He falls to his knees coughing loudly as he collapses on to the floor.

He fell in to a deep coma like state starting to shake out of control.

He flails on the floor in to full volatile crazy shaking vibrations.

Suddenly a random wall turns into itself and reveals a elevator and they exit.

Henry and Stephen enter the room lifting him up in to their arms.

They place him on a medical cart slab and

push him in to the hidden elevator shaft.

Part 3

Henry plots away leading them both to a hot and hotter the hell steam room.

Dropping both men out like habit on to the seats and kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

Before Stephen can react he races over to the door and he is to late.

Henry locks him in to the room then on to the elevator and back to me.

“Master Lawrence?”

“Yes Henry!”

“It is finished”

“Go get Colton then, make it quick and I’ll

be grateful.”

Henry exits the building grabbing him from the back and silencing him.

Poor Colton did not see it coming a arms is wrapping around his throat and rag to his mouth.

He falls back in to Henry’s arms who grind with a evil glow and it only helps to endear me to him.

The elevator doors sprang open as they are boarding and we zoom up.

“Master will be most pleased.”

“Whatever! You wish”

“You are one of the men of of his dreams”

“Sir deserves everything Sir”

“I am your Master, Lord and God.”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

[hookingminor]

colton’s love language

acts of service

colton is a certified softie

like if I were to choose one man to watch my drink at a bar, it’d be him

but other than that he just very mature and considerate and always thinking about you

therefore, he’s always thinking about what he can do to help you

since he’s always got a busy schedule, he feels bad about leaving you home alone a lot

so when he is home he’s doing everything he can to help you

he’s a grown man and you have your own life outside of him and it’s not fair that on top of all your responsibilities you still do so many things for him

whether its buying him groceries, cleaning up around his place, taking care of his plants and/or pets, cooking food for him, helping out with laundry

so he’s always sure to return the favor with you

he tries at least once a week to make dinner for the both of you, or as often as he can as long as his schedule allows it

takes out the trash every time he leaves your place because he knows it’s a far walk and tedious and you hate doing it

if you cook dinner, he always loads the dishwasher

if he thinks both of you need a break, he’ll order in and cuddle with you on the couch as you eat and then run you a bath afterwards (which he always joins you for)

a bunch of other little things colton will do for you:

taking your car in for all its tune ups or to fix whatever problems it has

filling up your gas

fixing things around your place, building furniture, helping install appliances, etc.

makes you breakfast in bed on off days

always makes a pot of coffee for when you wake up and he has to leave for morning practices

picks up groceries that you’re out of on his way over to your place

running errands

massages and back rubs and head scratches

hauls in the christmas tree during the holidays

he always asks if there’s anything he can do for you

memorized your schedule and knows it like the back of his hand

knows exactly how you take your coffee/tea

helps fold laundry

he hates to see you stressed or worried, so literally anything he can do to help he will

also if he helps with things like chores, it gives you both more time to relax together and colton will take all the cuddle time he can get

[hockstuff]

so Alvin and the chipmunks

Dave- Claude Giroux, literally a father on and off the ice, patience is always tested, someone get him a massage

Alvin- Matt Martin, will stick up for anyone and doesn’t believe in actions have consequences, always running his mouth, OLD

Simon- Colton Parayko, is actually intelligent (sorta) and tall, always down to help others to avoid his own problems, glasses

Theodore- Mitchell Marner, a child, has no brain, very easy to trick and gets bullied quite easily and needs protection from Alvin

-dumb

LOVE THISSSS!!! other anon that requested this i hope you see it bc it’s gold 😂😂😂 now i will never be able to see Giroux and not think about him as Dave lmaoooo it’s just too perfect ahahaha and matt martin!!! “doesn’t believe actions have consequences” YOURE SO RIGHT and marner “gets bullied quite easily” I SEE IT 👀 idk much about Parayko but i have no doubt it’s fits ahahahaha

did a thing:

did i put way too much effort into this by making both a poster and a gif? maybe

[hopeless-weakness]

2021 Books I’ve Read

173/75

Filthy Beautiful Lies by Kendall Ryan

(Filthy Beautiful Lies book 1)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ve been told that I could go for more than two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and maybe more given that I’m still a virgin.

I was NOT expecting a slow burn! I mean, the book opens up with an auction! But our darling “Drake” is reassuring and sensitive from the get-go. He wants Sophie to feel safe, comfortable, and confident. Not just because that’s what he wants, but because it’s what she deserves. Sophie never hesitated to get to know him, in the same way he wanted to know her. She wanted him to be real to her, more than in the bedroom where she assumed was where he wanted her. The gesture of showing her his office when she asks where she spends her time, and telling her he works too much, was the first whisper of trust and honesty. And the walls just kept crumbling down after that. Colton never wanted her to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He never pressured her, never tried to talk her into anything. I mean, he wanted to thank her with body massages! Nothing about this story felt rushed. But then, the ending showed up, and suddenly everything felt like it was happening too fast and it was over too soon!

My Favorite Quotes:

•’Does he have some weird sex room like Christian Grey’s red room of pain?’

•”Eyes up.”

•”I’m not going to hurt you sweetness.”

•”I want what all men want when they spend a cool mil for a virgin. I want a cold beer and to watch the sports highlights.”

•’I tell myself that it’s important I get her comfortable with me, but in actuality, I just like touching her.’

•’She is fearless. A woman worth knowing.’

•”You need to understand you’re mine to look after.”

6/10 Dirty Birdy

8/10 Slow Burn

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[strawberriestyles]

Chapter 20

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

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Harry and Melody spent Saturday morning curled up under the sheets, recovering from their late night, when Melody hadn’t been able to fall asleep for hours. Eventually, toward midday, Harry coaxed her out of bed and they each packed a bag. He had no clue what he was supposed to wear to this party. And when he asked Melody, she smiled mischievously at him.

“Actually,” she began, “I bought you an outfit.” She giggled to herself, and Harry was so glad to hear her laughter after the night before that he wasn’t even bothered by her picking out his clothes. Until she followed up with, “You’re gonna hate it.”

Harry groaned, stuffing a pair of socks roughly into his suitcase.

“It’s in my suitcase already. Do you wanna see it?” Melody asked.

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I might decide not to go.”

Melody thought he was probably right. She continued to pile things into her suitcase until she felt satisfied that she wasn’t forgetting anything, and then she sat on the edge of the bed while Harry dug through the closet for clothes to wear that day. She could tell he was agitated. He threw four different pairs of jeans across the floor, as if he was looking for something less casual, but Melody knew that the only other things he owned were sweatpants or athletic shorts.

“Harry,” she said, interrupting his frustrated rummaging. “Just wear the jeans. The black ones are fine.”

“Are they?” he asked, turning around and leaning against the closet door.

“Yes.” She nodded toward a rumpled pair that he’d tossed. “They’re fine. Does it look like I’m wearing a dress?” She gestured toward her outfit—a simple pair of black leggings and a chunky yellow sweater, old enough to be fraying at the edges.

Harry pulled at his lower lip and then let out a defeated breath, reaching for the black skinny jeans to pull them on over his briefs. He turned back toward the closet when he’d done up the button, but Melody spoke before he could begin picking through his clothes again.

“Just a t-shirt,” she encouraged. “Whatever you want to wear is fine, Harry.”

He muttered under his breath, something that Melody couldn’t make out, reaching for a plain blue t-shirt and pulling it over his head before he could second guess the decision. He smoothed the cotton down on his abdomen and then made his way back to the mattress, zipping up his suitcase. Melody was watching him when he looked at her next, and his lips formed an unhappy frown as he studied her face.

“Your parents are gonna think I fuckin’ beat yeh,” he whispered, grasping the back of her jaw to turn her head, examining her skin. Somehow, a good portion of her jawline seemed unharmed. Most of the bruises were faint, and without looking for them, they might go unnoticed. But the one on her chin was dark and splotchy. Although they’d iced it before going to bed, there was no hiding that one.

Melody caught Harry’s wrist before he could prod at the bruise. She shook her head incredulously. “I would tell them the truth before I let them think that, Harry.”

“Yeh’re ready to tell them that?” he asked, raising a doubtful eyebrow. “That yeh’re fightin’ in illegal boxin’ matches?”

Melody drew in a long breath before she let go of Harry’s hand, looking down while she picked at the hem of her sweater. “Not really.”

“I didn’ think so.”

“But if it came down to it,” she insisted. “If that’s what they thought, I would tell them the truth.”

Harry licked his lips, watching her fingers work at a loose string. “Do we have another explanation?” he asked. The thought made him tense. He hadn’t even met these people yet, and already he was concocting lies to feed them. How could they ever like him when this was their first impression?

“We can just say I f—”

“Do not say yeh fell,” Harry dismissed with a roll of his eyes. He could still remember her using that excuse on him, and the annoyance he felt then blossomed in his belly all over again. “Yeh’re not fuckin’ clumsy, Melody. Tha’s a horrible story.”

“Well, what’s your idea, then?” she prompted, folding her arms together.

“Jesus, I dunno.” He shrugged, looking around the room for something that could’ve caused a bruise like the one she was sporting.

“Fine. Bea slammed a door into my face.”

Harry looked at her again, frowning. “Well, tha’s rude.”

Melody shrugged. “It was an accident.”

“And it bruised your chin?” he asked. "Didn’ hit your nose?”

She turned her eyes upward, thought for a moment, and then added, “There was a spider on the ceiling. I was looking up. She was coming to kill it.”

Harry scoffed. “Why wasn’ it me?”

Melody let out an airy laugh, lowering her gaze, noticing the crease between his brows. “Do you wanna tell my dad you slammed a door into my face?”

Harry pursed his lips and then gave a short, acquiescent nod. “No, tha’s fine. It was Bea.”

Melody glanced at the clock on the bedside table as she laughed. She tilted her head when she saw that it was only just after noon. “I say we watch a movie before we go.”

“What?” Harry followed her gaze to the clock. “Yeh don’ wanna get there—”

“Unless you wanna spend extra quality time with my mom?”

Harry pressed his palms to his face. He was still tired, and the strange feeling in his gut wasn’t excitement for the day. It was closer to nausea. “What movie?”

***

Harry’s knuckles were chalk-white on the steering wheel of the car he and Melody had rented. His other hand was curled up into a fist in his lap. Melody had been playing Fleetwood Mac through the stereo for the past two hours, but it wasn’t having the effect that she’d hoped. Harry didn’t seem to be able to hear anything. And he hadn’t spoken a word since only a few minutes after they’d left.

“Hey. Hey.”

He blinked, turning to glance briefly at her before watching the road again. She was staring at him, a deep-set frown on her face. “What?”

“Harry, relax.”

“‘M fine.”

Melody rolled her eyes, watching him adjust his grip on the wheel, the skin over his knuckles loosening and then tightening all over again. She reached out to touch his arm. “Switch hands.”

“What?”

“Harry, switch your hands.”

He sighed, placing his fisted hand on the wheel and peeling the other away, stretching it out. Melody pulled his hand from the air, flattening his palm against her thigh and kneading his stiff fingers.

“I can tell when you’re worked up, okay?” she said. “Don’t tell me you’re fine.”

Harry wetted his lips, drawing in a deep breath. Melody stretched his fingers out when she was done massaging them. Then she lifted his hand to her mouth, pressing kisses to the old scars that shone across his knuckles. When she was finished, she laid his hand back in her lap, open, and gently traced the lines in his palm. She could almost feel the tension draining from him.

“Are you scared to meet my parents?”

Harry eased onto the brakes as traffic slowed and muttered, “‘M not scared.” He blinked languidly, shivering as Melody’s fingers drew up the inside of his wrist.

“Nervous, then,” she amended. “You know their opinions don’t mean anything to me, right?”

Harry frowned, looking at her fully when their lane came to a standstill. “They’re your family.”

“Sure.” She nodded, leaning her temple into the headrest. “But how they feel about you isn’t going to affect how I feel. I love you, okay? I think they’ll see that, too.”

Harry’s gaze was repeatedly drawn to the ugly bruise at Melody’s chin. He sighed, turning to face the street again, creeping forward as the line of cars began to move again. “How much do they know about me, anyway?”

“Some.” Melody glanced out the window. It was a dreary day. Old snow was still packed along the sides of the highway and thick clouds hung in the sky, letting only occasional sunlight filter through. “I had to tell them about Colton,” she continued. She hated saying his name. “I mean, you were in a coma for months, and I didn’t finish my semester and I wouldn’t come home. And I told them you were a boxer, but I left out a lot of the details. My dad thought that was cool.”

Harry snorted. Melody smiled at the sound, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“I didn’t tell them about your mom,” she said, turning to look at his profile. She curled her fingers between his, keeping his hand in her lap. “Or your dad. Or anything else, really. They know we used to go to school together.”

Harry nodded, drawing in a deep breath. He hesitated before he spoke again. “You don’ think they...blame me for yeh bein’ out of classes?”

Melody’s brows furrowed. She leaned closer to him, confused. “Do you think that’s your fault?”

He was silent, his eyes unmoving.

“Harry,” Melody said, “you can’t take the blame for any of that. Not finishing my semester—that’s because what happened was really traumatic for me. No one could’ve expected me to do schoolwork. I think my parents understand that.”

“But yeh’re still not takin’ classes when—”

“I wasn’t ready. And that still isn’t your fault.” She couldn’t believe he had been blaming himself for the time she’d taken off from school. Were there other things he felt he was responsible for? “Whatever you’re thinking about yourself, whatever’s going on in your head, no one else is thinking that. Least of all my parents. They haven’t even met you yet.”

“Can’ believe you want them to,” he muttered.

“Harry.” She groaned in frustration, squeezing his hand. “Why wouldn’t I want them to meet you? Do you hear anything I say to you?” She shook her head. “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Harry pressed his lips tightly together, giving Melody's hand a squeeze in return.

“Just try to relax, okay?” She stroked his knuckles. “It’s not going to be as horrible as you think it is,” she insisted, reaching across the console to comb hair back from his face. It was getting a little long, a little harder to tame, a bit bothersome as it tickled his cheeks and neck, and she often caught him pushing at it. “Oh, they also think I’m working at a bookstore, okay?”

Harry shook his head. “Right.” He couldn’t imagine how they would react if they learned the truth.

They lapsed back into silence, nothing but the quiet music for sound. Harry seemed lost in his own world again for the rest of the drive, but at least he seemed more at ease. His hand no longer seemed painfully tight on the wheel, and the hand in Melody’s lap, which had been clammy when she’d first taken in, was no longer radiating heat. But he pulled away from her as she directed him down her street and he turned into her parents’ driveway, putting the car into park. A four hour drive and all of the effort Melody put into keeping him relaxed, and suddenly his nerves reignited.

He leaned forward, shaking his head as his eyes scanned the property. The house itself was large and looming. There was a fountain running in the front garden, stone siding around the front porch, flowerbeds stretching around the garage. “This is your house?”

Melody sighed. “I know it looks like a lot, but that’s only because my dad built it. If he didn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to afford half of this.”

“Oh God, Mel,” he murmured, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead into the top of the steering wheel. He hadn’t turned the engine off yet. “What the fuck am I doin’ here?”

Melody shook her head. “Harry, I told you that you didn’t have to come.”

“I know,” he said, looking up at the house again. He didn’t think he’d ever been inside a home that looked this expensive before. “Fuck, I know what yeh said.”

“You’re gonna be fine,” Melody murmured. She reached for him, lifting his face away from the wheel. “Come here.”

Harry leaned toward her, trying to take a deep breath, and then she was kissing him. Her fingers tucked hair behind his ears before she cupped his jaw, lips pressing comfort into him somehow even more firmly than any words. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place, kissing her until he’d begun to forget why he was nervous in the first place.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she pulled away, sensing the shift in him, still running her thumbs along his jaw. “Really. Look, my dad’s truck isn’t even here.” She pointed out the empty space where he usually parked. “You’ll just meet my mom for now.”

Somehow, that calmed him. Harry glanced at the house once more. Melody’s hands fell into her lap. She waited for him to say something, but all he offered was a soft “okay” before he twisted the key in the ignition, cutting the engine, and threw open his door to step out of the car. They collected their suitcases from the back seat and trailed up to the porch. Harry tried to flatten out the wrinkles in his shirt as Melody rang the doorbell. The sound of it chiming inside the house made Harry’s heart leap in his chest.

It was only a moment before the door opened. Melody’s mother stood there in a bright green dress, a curious smile on her face as she glanced at Harry over Melody’s shoulder. And when her eyes trailed down to his jeans, he tried not to shift in discomfort. “Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted Melody, leaning in to give her a hug. “I thought you’d be here earlier.”

“I had to run into work for a bit,” Melody lied. Harry tried to keep his face neutral as her mom stepped back and directed her attention to him.

“You must be Harry.”

He gave her a curt nod. He could see Melody in her features, in the thin bridge of her nose and the set of her eyes. “Nice to meet yeh, Mrs. Rhoden.”

“Beth,” she corrected, smiling. “You went to school with Melody when you were younger?”

“For a few years.”

“What a small world,” Beth said, finally stepping back to allow them inside.

***

Harry wasn’t shocked to see that the inside of the house looked just as upperclass as the outside. He and Melody had escaped to her bedroom only a few minutes after they arrived, after the short greetings with her mother, to put away their suitcases. He had very nearly laughed when he saw that her walls were painted a bright bubblegum pink. Books were stacked sideways on a set of shelves in one corner, overflowing onto the floor, and there were stuffed animals piled up in the next corner.

“What’s so funny?” she’d demanded.

“Nothin’,” he'd said with a grin. “Absolutely nothin’.”

They ate dinner with Beth, and it really wasn’t nearly as bad as he’d been prepared for. She asked simple questions about him, about where he’d lived, about his family, and he didn’t have trouble answering her truthfully. She already knew about Colton, and explaining about his mother and the lack of contact with his father was somehow easier than it had ever been.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” Melody had asked when they’d finished eating. She was surprised by how well Harry was handling interacting with her mom, especially after his behavior when they’d arrived. And she was even more shocked by the way he had opened up. She never expected him to reveal so much information about himself, especially to someone he’d only just met, but she didn’t want him to get overwhelmed. “We could walk to Littlewood.”

“The school?”

She’d nodded and Harry had agreed, so they’d bundled up and set out along the sidewalk.

Melody almost regretted her suggestion by the time they reached the school. It was cold and dark, with only the occasional streetlight to illuminate their path. And somehow she’d ended up with snow in her left boot, melting into her sock. But Harry didn’t seem bothered at all. His breath was condensing into clouds before him as he looked at the front doors to the building. Being here felt incredibly strange, like he was somehow sorting through someone else’s memories.

“How’re we gonna get in?” he asked after a few moments.

Melody turned to him in confusion, only half of his face visible in the moonlight. “In? You wanna go inside?”

“Sure.” He shrugged before peeling his gaze from the doors, his lips turning upward in amusement as he caught sight of her expression. “Are yeh scared?”

“To break into a building? It makes me nervous, yeah.”

Harry snorted. “Mel, yeh’re already a criminal.”

“But it would be kind of impossible for me to go to jail when half the city’s police force is in on the crime,” she protested. “What happens if we get caught here? Is Brian gonna vouch for us, make sure any charges are dropped?”

“If he needs to,” Harry answered with an affirmative nod. “Owes us, doesn’t he?”

Melody chewed on her lip, studying his face for some hint of humor, but he seemed genuine. He wanted to go inside. And he didn’t think they’d get into any trouble. She wasn’t quite convinced, but she sighed and swept her gaze along the length of the school anyway. It was cold out here and a short wander through the halls might offer some relief.

“Maybe there’s an open window into one of the classrooms,” she muttered.

Harry was grinning when she looked at him again. She watched his bright smile disappear in the darkness as a rolling cloud overtook the moon, and then he was tugging at her coat sleeve, pulling her hand from her pocket and lacing his fingers with hers. He led her toward the closest window, using his free hand to test if it gave, but it was latched, so he dragged her along to the next window.

They continued like that, around the side of the building, Melody shivering, until Harry pulled upward on a window that squeaked in protest.

“We have a winner,” he whispered. Although there was no one around, it felt right to stay quiet. Breaking into buildings didn’t seem like an activity that required any sort of volume. He let go of Melody and used both hands to pry the window open farther, wide enough that he would be able to fit his body through the opening.

Melody stuffed her hand back into her pocket, turning around to make sure that they weren’t being watched. The closest house was past a thin line of trees, but the moon was uncovered now, and if someone were to look, she didn’t think they’d have much trouble catching the two of them.

“Let me go first,” Harry murmured, reaching for the windowsill and poking his head inside.

“Wait,” she hissed, grasping his elbow to hold him in place. A sudden thought had occurred to her. “Harry, aren’t there cameras?”

He pulled back to look at her, frowning. “Probably. But yeh think they run through the feeds without a reason?” Turning his body, he leaned back against the brick wall, pulling Melody toward him. He saw how red her nose was and pressed his hands to her cold cheeks, warming her skin. “Mel, we’re not gonna leave any clues that we were here. Why would they check the video?”

She merely shrugged.

“Do yeh not wanna come in with me?” Harry asked.

“No.” She shook her head quickly. “I mean yes, I’ll go.”

“Okay.” Harry delivered a quick kiss to her lips, then shifted back to the window, he lifted himself through the opening, feet first, and his shoes squeaked against the tile floor of the classroom he landed inside. He glanced around, and in the bit of light leaking through the window behind him, he could see books lining the shelves along one wall.

“C’mere,” he said, turning back around to reach for Melody. She swung a leg over the sill, holding his shoulders as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside. “Watch your head.”

She landed in front of him and immediately wrinkled her nose. “It smells like bleach in here.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “Smells like school.”

The moon disappeared again and the classroom grew dark. Harry’s eyes struggled to adjust to the loss of light as he took a couple steps forward, in the direction he remembered seeing the door to the hallway.

“Jesus, fuck—” His foot caught on the leg of a desk, sending it squealing across the tiles. He caught himself on the next seat before he could fall, but he swore again under his breath.

Melody was laughing behind him. “Glad I’m not the clumsy one.”

“Oh, yeah?” Harry turned to glare at her, but he couldn’t make out her face in the darkness. “Can you see?”

Her laughter took a moment to fizzle out. He heard her step toward him. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t you turn your flashlight on?”

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone, blinking quickly as light suddenly filled the room. Melody swung the desk that he’d tripped over back into place as she moved in his direction.

“Take your boots off,” Harry said, lifting a foot to strip off his shoe.

Melody frowned. “What?” She turned and followed a trail of water back to the window when he shone the flashlight on his phone in that direction. She sighed, slipping her feet free. Harry waited for her, and then led her out into the hall, making sure the door stay unlocked, leaving their boots in the classroom.

Harry made his way along, Melody on his tail, shining his light at the walls as they walked. He recognized a few of the teachers’ names. It took a few minutes to figure out where they’d come in and then he knew what direction they needed to go. Melody didn’t have a clue where they were going until they were standing in front of a familiar row of lockers. She scanned their surroundings when Harry stopped and she pictured the scene all over again. Harry, much younger, much smaller, shoved inside one of these lockers while the taller boys laughed.

“Was it this one?” she asked, stepping forward and placing her hand on a locker.

Harry shook his head and patted the metal door of the one beside her. The sound echoed through the empty hall.

“Never liked small spaces,” he muttered, pulling the latch to swing the locker open, peering at the schoolbooks and binders that it now held.

“You’re claustrophobic?”

Harry shrugged. Melody was floored. She never thought he was scared of anything. Logically, she knew that he had to be, but he didn’t seem at all fearful of Colton. Just hateful. Claustrophobia?

She hummed, linking her arms at her chest.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Tha’s not your ‘nothin’’ face.”

Melody snorted and lifted one shoulder. “I just didn’t see it, I guess.”

“Yeh didn’? Feel like yeh woulda picked that one up real fast.”

Maybe he was right. The more she thought about it, the more claustrophobia seemed an obvious dread. Harry, however complex and confusing she found him, liked control. He liked using his body as a tool, placing himself in or out of situations, forging his own path. An inescapable space, a locker that constrained his movements, these weren’t surprising aversions.

“A little slow on the uptake there,” Melody whispered.

Harry turned away from her, staring into the depths of the shallow locker. He slammed the door shut again and rapped his knuckles against its surface once more.

“I went to the gym in the next town over that night.” Melody wanted him to look at her, but he was gazing down the opposite hallway. “Told my mum I had a club meetin’ or somethin’.”

“And what did she do when you got in your first fight?”

Harry’s lips puckered. “Was proud of me that first time. For stickin’ up for myself. But the next time I started the fight on my own.”

“She wasn’t as happy with you?”

Harry shook his head. “No. Sounded like she was about ready to hit me herself.”

Melody frowned, playing with the catch of the locker Harry had been stuck inside on that day so far removed from now. “She didn’t, did she?”

“No,” Harry said, turning back toward her. “No, she’s never laid a hand on me. My dad didn’ either, actually. He’s just a dick.”

Melody snorted and gave an understanding nod. She glanced at Harry when a thin silence pressed between them and she was surprised when he broke it. Surprised at the way he broke it.

“Yeh’re the reason I didn’ hate myself,” he muttered, “for the rest of the time I was in school. If yeh hadn’ said anythin’ to me...”

Melody shook her head vigorously. “I didn’t save you any heartache, Harry.”

“No,” he agreed, “but I think yeh made it all less miserable. I didn’ just lie down and take it. And my mom kept me safe at home, and then she couldn’. If I didn’ start fightin’ back, maybe Colton would’ve killed me before I graduated.”

Melody’s blood ran cold and she shook her head again, as though it could clear her mind of the idea.

“Point is,” he continued, “yeh were the catalyst for me. For a lot of who I am. That gym, those people, what I learned—I wouldn’ be here without all of that.”

Melody glanced down the hall in the direction that Harry had been staring. His logic felt like a stretch. But she felt his eyes on her, heavy and warm and intense. And the next thing she new it was his hands on her. They snuck under her coat, beneath her t-shirt, settling on her hips, and he pressed her back against the lockers so quickly that her breath abandoned her.

Their eyes met in the semi-darkness. Harry leaned in until their foreheads met, until Melody could taste his air. His fingers shifted up her waist. She wasn’t surprised when he kissed her, but she still hadn’t recovered her breath and she gasped for it in the brief parting of their lips.

“Let me fuck you,” Harry whispered, shuffling forward until his hips pinned her in place.

Melody’s fingers grasped at the short locks of hair that brushed his ears and settled her head back against the locker, attempting to separate herself from him enough to speak, but there was nowhere for her to go. He was too large, too enveloping, and her words barely felt like they had space enough to leave her tongue. They were quiet and short. “What, here?”

Harry swallowed up her next breath, tightening his hold on her waist and leaning more of himself into her. He traced the inside of her lip with his tongue and reveled in the way she opened up. Her toes slipped against his feet as she tried to gain traction and he fed an arm behind her for support, crushing her to him. The last time they’d been here together they were nearly the same size and height, and now he was lifting her just for their mouths to meet. “Fuck,” he muttered between her lips, “please let me. Let me in.”

Melody could feel him hardening in his jeans. She swallowed down the thick sensation in her throat. She searched for words, something intelligible, but her mind couldn’t organize anything coherent. It only screamed Harry, Harry, Harry in an endless chant. So she nodded, barely even a movement in the little space she was granted, but his mouth returned, greedy and harsh, all sharp teeth and bruising lips. He’d never kissed her like this, never handled her so recklessly. Her toes could no longer find purchase on the tiles. And she couldn’t remember ever wanting him so badly, so desperately that it made her sick to her stomach, but she was nauseous with it.

Harry lowered her to the ground and clawed at the fastenings of her jeans. The loss of pressure made her somehow needier. Her lungs couldn’t expand far enough to grant her the air that she craved, and Harry’s mouth disappeared long enough for him to glance down at his hands before he kissed her again, so hard that her head hit the lockers. She was kicking frustratedly at her pants, trying to free her feet, and she barely tripped out of them before Harry was shoving her panties down her thighs, nearly ripping them.

Melody was beginning to sweat beneath her coat as she shimmied free from her undies. Her fingers dug into Harry’s shoulders as she finally kicked them off, and she didn’t have a moment to prepare before he angled one of her thighs up and sank himself inside her.

She choked on an intake of air, her upright leg shaking. She hadn’t noticed him undoing his own pants, but he’d obviously gotten them open and she could feel the metal of his zipper pressed again her skin, his boxers tugged down just enough to free his cock. Harry grunted against her chin as he drove himself into her again.

Melody’s ears rang for a moment. A chunk of her hair was stuck in a metal piece of the locker behind her and it pulled against her scalp with each one of Harry’s thrusts. All she could hear was his shallow breathing, the forceful outlet of air each time his hips slapped against her, the feel of his jeans biting her thighs. And this was all she could handle, the feel of him, the sound of his strained panting, the lingering taste of his mouth. Neither one of them seemed able to find enough extra energy to speak.

Harry’s head knocked into Melody’s chin as his bared teeth searched for her throat. He could feel her pulse beneath his tongue, taste the sweat that was beginning to collect along her skin. The roots of his own hair were growing damp and the knowledge that he was working her just as hard only sharpened the force behind his thrusts. But this angle was wrong. It made everything harder, from the way he held Melody’s thigh to the angle of her hips.

Melody gasped when Harry pulled out of her, peeling her heavy eyes open to stare up at the ceiling. He dropped her thigh, let her feet return to the floor, and she stumbled to find balance before he spun her around and pressed her flat against the lockers. His knee separated her legs enough to fit himself back between them. His hands lifted her hips until she rose onto her toes and he buried his cock back inside of her.

A sharp, shrill noise left Melody’s throat. She turned her face until her cheek rested flush against the locker at her front, skin already warming the cold metal. She wanted desperately to peel off her coat but Harry’s torso flattened against her back, pressing the material even tighter to her. His breath stirred the hair at the top of her head, warming and slicking the metal around her face.

Air hissed from between Melody’s parted lips as Harry’s hips knocked into her, as he developed a rhythm that was somehow quicker than her pounding heart, as his palm pressed into the back of her hand where it lay against the next locker. She moaned, too high, broken by a staggered thrust as Harry widened his stance. His forehead met Melody’s temple, nose to her cheek, open mouth against the corner of her jaw, just beside her ear.

“Fuck, fuck,” she muttered, so breathily that she doubted it was audible. Harry’s gasps, his carnal grunting, the grating moans that he let slip were feeding directing into her ear. He kissed her neck. He teethed the edge of her earlobe and then tilted his head to bury his nose in her hair, still heaving at the edge of her jaw.

Melody slid her hand up the lockers when she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. She brought the edge of her thumb to her lips. Harry was forceful, vigorous, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He released a deep moan as she tightened around him and she felt her last bit of control slip.

Melody panted and whined and twitched against Harry’s chest. Her fingers wiggled beneath his hand. She constricted around his cock, drawing a deep ache from his belly, rocking his steady pace into a frenzy.

“Coming, ‘m fuckin’ coming,” he nearly sobbed, slamming the side of a fist into the locker above her head, forcing his other arm in front of her and anchoring it around her hips. He drove forward twice more, listening to the lockers rattle, listening to Melody whimper into her own wrist, until he was bursting inside of her. His fingertips twisted into her hip and he held her as close as he could get her, as deep as can be and somehow still craving something deeper. He spilled everything he had, even more than he knew he could give, and Melody clawed at the metal lockers but let him fill her until he was completely finished.

Harry winced as he slid out of her. He was tender. He hadn’t only ruined Melody, but he’d wrecked himself, and he had to be gentle as he tucked his dick back into his briefs. When he’d zipped up his jeans he felt different, like he was viewing the scene from a new perspective, removed from what they’d just done.

Melody’s cheek was still pressed to the lockers, her breath catching on her wrist, her other hand braced beside her. As Harry watched, she drew one socked foot across the tiles until her shaking legs met, but she didn’t turn, didn’t even open her eyes. Her face was twisted up and his stomach dropped, a wave of anxiety rushing through him.

“‘M sorry,” Harry said, an ache in his voice. His stomach rolled again. He lifted a hand to touch her back and then changed his mind, clenching his fingers into a tight fist. “Did I hurt you? Mel?”

She shook her head in the faintest gesture and finally lifted her cheek from the blue paint of the lockers. “No, no,” she whispered.

Her voice had cracked and Harry clenched his jaw. He’d never touched her like that before, never even faced her away from him, never been so desperate to get off that he hadn’t worried about how she felt. Because that was how he’d treated girls before her and that was not how he treated Melody. Now there was a hollow feeling in his chest.

“‘M sorry,” he repeated, quieter, more apprehensive.

“Please, don’t,” she replied. She turned around, keeping her weight balanced against the lockers. Her cheek was red where it had been pressed to them and the rest of her skin was flushed. Sweat matted loose strands of hair to her forehead. “Don’t be sorry, Harry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I swear.” The edges of Melody’s lips curled and she reached for his coat. “You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing. I’m great.”

Harry took a step forward as she pulled on him, still searching her face, a deep crease between his brows. She held his jaw and her hands were cold against his damp skin, frigid as ice. He grasped her wrists, felt her pulse beneath the skin, strong and erratic, but beginning to steady.

“Yeh’re sure yeh’re okay?”

“So sure. It felt good Harry, I promise you. God, I wish I could tell you how good it felt.”

Harry swallowed back the worry that had begun to climb up his throat and exhaled. He shut his eyes, resting his forehead in Melody’s hair, a hand falling from her wrist as her fingers snaked around the back of his neck. They pressed into the muscles on either side of his spine. Her lips, wet and soft and warm, sponged at his chin, up his jawline until even her toes couldn’t lift her any farther. She sighed against his collar as she fell back onto her heels.

“Not to ruin the moment,” she whispered, barely above a breath, “but I need to get to the bathroom before I start leaking all over the hallway.”

Harry groaned a defeated sort of sound, trying to reel himself in. He backed away from Melody, letting his eyes run down her bare legs. Juices were already trickling along the insides of her thighs. She wasted no time collecting her pants and underwear from the floor. Harry tapped her bottom as she straightened up.

“Go,” he said, smirking and nodding to the girl’s room down the hall when she turned to look at him. He followed behind as she hastened through the open archway and shut herself into a stall.

“You’re still smiling, aren’t you?” she asked from the other side of the door. Delayed lights flickered on, sensing their entrance. Harry leaned against the wall across from a mirror and shrugged as he looked at his reflection.

“Yeah. So?”

“You’re so smug.”

“And?”

The toilet flushed and Harry watched Melody’s socks beneath the stall door as she slipped first into her underwear and then into her pants.

“And,” she continued, stepping back into view as she zipped up her jeans, “I don’t have anything to add.” She studied his smile for another moment before turning to wash her hands.

Harry sidled up behind her, looking at her through the mirror. “Wanted to fuck yeh before I even knew what it meant, Mel.” He tugged at the collar of her coat and placed a swift kiss where her neck met her shoulder. “Middle school me would lose his shit if he could see me now.”

Melody turned off the water and grinned up at him. “And adult you? He doesn’t lose his shit?”

“Nah,” Harry scoffed, letting Melody’s coat fall back into place and taking a step back. “Much too cool.”

She spun to face him and raised a brow. “That so?”

“‘S exactly how it is.”

She trailed the few feet to where he stood and tucked her fingertips into the waistband of his jean, nails brushing the skin at his hips. Harry’s smile morphed, teeth closing over his bottom lip but still smug.

“I think you’re wrong,” Melody whispered.

Harry took a single step back and she matched him. “‘M not wrong.”

Her brow arched further, knuckles tickling his stomach as they crept inward along his waistband. He held her stare until she popped the button of his jeans.

“Please don’ do this,” he muttered.

“Kiss me,” she said, soft, a request. Harry leaned forward to reach her lips. He’d only just brushed them with his own when Melody yanked her boots from his hand and twirled toward the hallway. “Definitely too cool.”

Harry grinned after her, watching her disappear around the corner. He fastened the button she’d undone and followed. He found her a few paces down the hall and reluctantly he lifted his watch.

“‘S almost ten, love.”

Melody whipped her head around, her expression one of disbelief. “You’re kidding.”

“‘M not.”

“Fuck.” She stuffed her hand into her pocket and fished out her phone, checking that he had the correct time. “We need to go. My dad will kill us both. Me first so you have to watch.”

“Mel, yeh’re an adult.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m immune to knives.”

Harry took one last glance at the familiar row of lockers, searing every detail of tonight into his memory, and then followed Melody as she dashed toward the classroom that they’d come in through.

Chapter 21