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hotforharrysheart · 2 years ago

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Blackout

You’re both up early after the last concert of the European leg of Love on Tour and you’re headed to Cornwall instead of London.

You’re in bed snuggled up with him, side by side, chests pressed together, enjoying the last few moments before you have to get up and get ready to go to the airport.

He presses a series of soft kisses to your lips, just enjoying the feel of your warm mouth against his.

“Mmmm…these lips are magic,” you say as he pulls back, fingers brushing over them.

He smiles at you and presses another soft kiss to your mouth.

“Can’t wait to get to Cornwall. Just want to unplug from everything and be alone with my rockstar boyfriend,” you say against his lips.

“Mmmm…can’ wait either Jezebel.”

“I guess we should get up and get to the airport,” you say fingers softly moving through his chest hair.

“Mmmm…’m already up,” he drawls pressing his pelvis against yours.

“So you want me to scream your name one last time before we leave, hmmm?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh, his finger circling your nipple. “Maybe.”

“Wellll…I suppose you could talk me into that,” you say rolling over in top of him. “It’d be so easy for me to just lift up and let you in…”

“Do it…fuckin’ do it.”

You move your hips up to get into position and then you both jump as you hear someone banging on the door.

“There’s ya tea,” he says sighing.

“Best get up and going then,” you say moving off him and getting out of bed.

He watches you go to the door and then texts Ron. He’s gonna surprise you with a blackout after you arrive. You want to unplug then that’s what’s gonna happen.

He gets up and pads to the living area and pours a cup of coffee and sits down next to you while you sip your tea, his hand on your thigh. It doesn’t take long for you both to get ready for the airport and then you’re finally on the way to your little bubble.

You’re almost giddy as you approach the pink cottage and you sigh a contented sigh as you see the pink door and Harry pulls the Range Rover into the garage.

He squeezes your inner thigh where his hand has rested protectively since you left the airport. His head falls back on the headrest, he slumps his body, closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. You smile grasping his hand. There’s just something so sexy about relaxed Harry…his body limp with contentment and his muscles slowly releasing their tension. He rolls his head toward you and gives you a goofy grin, “We. Are. Here, Love…” he says on a huge sigh. “Love wha’ I do, love lettin’ it go fo’ a while too. You ok, babe?”

“I’m perfect, H. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much. Are you ok?” You say mirroring his position against the headrest and running your hand up and down his arm.

“’m great…jus’ wanna spend a couple of days, eatin’ a ‘lil food, drinkin’ a ‘lil too much, fuckin’ ya hourly, eatin’ a ‘lil more food, makin’ ya cum over and over, maybe visitin’ tha pets,” he leans forward to place a soft kiss against your lips, “makin’ love ta ya, drinkin’ a ‘lil wine off ya body, then goin’ down on ya, fuckin’ ya in the tub…,”

You interrupt, “Harry… baby, you’re digressing into filth…”

“tastin’ my honey in our pink room,” he reaches down and fondles your breasts, “wanna fuck ma tits, maybe eat a ‘lil more for strength, take some pics of your beautiful body while ya cum,” he inhales deeply and holds it and finally exhales a deep relaxing breath, “jus’ wanna get lost wi’ ya…ya good wi’ tha’?”

You smile a relaxed smile, “Oh baby, I’m so so good with that. Did you get to contact Ron and Helen about our stay, is the cottage ready for us?”

“Oh, yeah, they got us all fixed up, but they’re goin’ out of town fo’ a couple of days ta visit a friend so they won’t be around righ’ now.”

You pout, “Oh phooey, we can’t see Bennett and Thomasina for a while then.”

“’S ok ‘cause all I wan’ ya ta see fo’ a while is tha man who wan’s ta be ya husband…naked…inside ya,” his eyes get glassy.

Your eyes fill with tears that are slowly streaming down your cheeks. “Baby, say it again, please?”

“Tha man who wan’s ta be ya husband,” he chokes saying it.

You close your eyes, “Well the woman who wants to be your wife really, really likes that idea.”

This time when he grins a tear drops from each of his eyes onto the front of his shirt and he laughs that breathy laugh, “Fuck tha’ sounds good.” He reaches up and rubs your cheek, “I’m so in love wi’ ya.”

You reach up to place your hand over his on your cheek, “I’m so in love with you.”

“Maybe we oughta get outta tha garage now an’ go celebrate, yeah?” he says with a sniff.

You nod and wipe his tear. Truth be told it’s been a very emotional last few weeks with so so much going on. It’s not surprising that so many things feel raw, vulnerable and open. You know you’ve never, ever in your life felt so deeply and loved so thoroughly. You wonder if your parents had the same relationship, did they love as deeply? You shake your head wondering where thoughts of your parents are coming from. You’ve been having these wondering moments more often for months now, but they seem to sneak up on you at the most random moments.

Harry sees you shake your head and frowns slightly, “Ya ok?”

“Yeah, I’m great,” you tell him. Now’s not the time.

You make your way into the cottage and find the usual welcome basket from Ron and Helen. Helen left a dozen berry cream muffins from Marcy’s café, your favorite. There’s a stock fridge full of the foods and drinks from your requested list and, of course, fresh fruit, homemade breads with jam and butter and that cheese Harry loves so much. But no fresh Hydrangeas from their garden, they’re all gone for the season, instead there are flowers from the flower shop and a boat load of handmade soy and beeswax candles.

“Wow, Ron and Helen are feeling super romantic, look at all these homemade candles, and…,” you stop and walk toward the dining table, “what…what is this? This is an old Tiffany oil lamp? My god it’s beautiful, I bet that’s lovely when it’s lit!” you say spinning around looking for Harry.

He’s standing there holding his phone up with one hand when the shutter clicks.

You put your hand on your hip, “Are you taking a picture of me?”

“Yup.” He holds it up again.

You cover your face with both hands, “Harry I’m a traveling mess!” you say peeking through split fingers.

The shutter clicks again and he pulls the phone close to his abdomen so he can look at it. A few movements later, “Look at my new home screen,” he smiles proudly holding up his phone.

You walk toward him and look at the phone, “Babe, that’s silly! Maybe when one of Ron and Helen’s wedding pics comes in you can use that one,” you say wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“Nope, only wedding type pics tha’ go on ma phone are ones of my bride, till then silly it is,” he holds his phone up at arm’s length and takes a selfie of the two of you snuggled together, your head rested on his chest. He pulls it in so you can both take a look at it.

“Awww…I like that one, send it to me...I think I w….(Loud click, then darkness everywhere)

“Wha’ the…” Harry says holding you a little tighter.

“Harry! Oh my god, did we not pay the electric bill!?”

He burst out laughing, “Hardly, love,” he says through fits of giggles.

“Stop it! That’s the kinda thing we “common” folk have to think about in these situations!” You say slapping his chest cocking your mouth to one side.

“Don’ think tha’s the problem, babe,” he says pulling away.

You tighten your arms. “Ummm…Harry, I guess now is the time to tell you I’m scared of the dark…and with the shutters still closed it’s dark and the sun is going down fast. When I first came to live with my Auntie, I slept with the light on, not a nightlight but THE light on. Don’t know why, I can usually make it just fine if I’m very still, but if I have to walk around, I get really, really scared. Please don’t leave, please don’t leave!” you say in a massive, rushed jumble of words before burying your head in his chest.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, Shh-Shh-Shh… ‘m not goin’ anywhere. Jesus, I wish I’d known tha’… listen ‘s ok, worst case scenario we have tons of candles an’ tha’ lamp right there ya love s’ much, hmm? We can light it an’ see those beautiful colors ya were talkin’ abou’, kay? In fact, let’s go over there an’ light it right now.” He threads his fingers in yours and kisses your forehead, cursing to himself, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, for fuck’s sake.

You take a deep breath and reason with yourself as your eyes adjust to the darkness. It’s not all that dark, it’s just moving around in the dark that seems scary. You feel comforted that he’s holding on to you tightly.

He guides you over to the lamp and thanks the gods there is a butane lighter there. Carefully removing the glass lantern, he turns the wick mechanism and the wick rolls up slightly. Flicking the lighter on the wick bursts into flame and the entire room lights up. He turns his head immediately to you and you let out a deep exhale. “Ya good?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you chuckle awkwardly, “uh, so… that was me freaking out like an idiot.”

He chuckles, “S’ok, babe, everybody’s got summat, ‘m terrified of clowns, prolly piss ma pants ‘f one jumped out at me in broad daylight, so wha’?” he shrugs his shoulders, “ya hate the dark, I hate clowns. No big deal. Lemme go see if I can figure out wha’s goin’ on, ya ok?”

“Yeah, I’m good now that the lamp is on, I’ll go light some candles and put them around.”

“Hey c’mere,” he says pulling your arm to get you to walk to him, “I’m righ’ here, ‘s all good, I love you.”

He walks toward the garage door, “Jesus Christ, wha’ hav’ I done…” he chastises himself for planning a blackout night. She wanted to unplug, so he’d planned for Ron to switch the main off but leave the fridge and hot water on. A sort of planned stranded night alone together. Fuck, if he’d only known you didn’t like the dark. Wonder why he thought to himself? Well, it wasn’t a lie, Ron and Helen were out of town for the night and fuck if he knew where the main was to switch. You’d just have to live with it till morning. But, by God, his girl wouldn’t spend a moment afraid, he’d make sure of that. He’d make sure she was distracted and warm and comforted.

He walks through the garage, flashlight lighting up his car and miscellaneous garage items. He sighs. He looks all around but no sign of the breaker box. This was a bad idea, he thinks, but nothing to be done about it now.

You look up as he comes back in the room. You’ve lit all the candles and the room is aglow. You found three old down comforters in the bedroom on the main floor and are laying them out on the floor in front of the fireplace and he stops in the doorframe and just watches you work. “You just gonna stand there gaping?”

He smirks. “Jus’ admirin’ tha view is all.”

“Should we open the windows?”

“Yeah, it’s chilly but it’ll get stuffy in here if we don’. I’ll get goin’ on tha fire.”

“Ok, thank you,” you say softly.

You both work silently to finish up and get everything set up.

“Ya hungry? It looks like tha water an’ fridge are still on.”

You furrow your brow and look at him. That seems awfully convenient and you wonder if he’s planned all of this but you decide to just go with it. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

“Ok, jus’ stay here an’ I’ll get it tagether.”

You hear the wine bottle opening and the glug glug of the wine as he pours it into the glasses.

He brings in the wine on a tray and sets it down and then jogs back to the kitchen. A few minutes later he’s back with a charcuterie board. He sits the board down and sits down on your pallet bed next to you and picks up both wineglasses, handing one to you. “‘M sorry abou’ tha electricity, bu’ ya did say ya wanna unplug.”

You giggle. “I dunno if I meant literally, but yeah. I just want to be alone with you.”

“Cheers, Jezebel,” he says clinking his glass to yours and taking a sip.

After nibbling on the meats, cheeses and fruit, he watches as you stretch your arms in a yawn and the way your shirt raises up.

“Tired, baby?”

“Mmmm…a little.”

“Wanna cuddle fo’ a bit?”

“That’d be nice,” you say taking your shirt off and pulling down your leggings.

He gulps. The sight of your naked body is still something that makes him crazy…even after all of these months.

You lay down and watch as he takes his shirt and joggers off and lays down behind you, snuggling in close to you and wrapping his arm around you, his hand just under your breast, fingers moving over your tattoo.

You sigh a contented sigh and before you know it, you fall asleep.

Harry lays there for a moment, holding you, wishing he knew what caused that quiver he heard in your voice when talking about being afraid of the dark. You twitch in your sleep and scoot your body back closer to him and he leans over and kisses the shell of your ear. God, he loves how even in your sleep you need to be as close as possible. I better stay awake with all these candles and watch over everything, he thinks to himself. They’re all in glass jars…that’s good…maybe I’ll close my eyes for just a minute…he thinks just before he to succumbs to sleep.

An hour later he wakes up missing the feeling of your warmth against his body. He raises his head slightly and sees that you’ve rolled forward on your tummy and are still fast asleep. He can’t help looking down your body. He smirks slightly at the fact that white cotton panties have ridden up your bum on the left side while the right side stayed in place because you’ve bent your knee and pulled it up closer to your body. He raises up on his elbow just so he can get a better look. He can’t help himself, he runs his finger down the length of your spine and circles the dimples on your lower back as he leans forward to kiss that heart-shaped freckle on your shoulder.

“Mmmm, H?” you say sleepily.

“Hey baby,” he says kissing that freckle again.

“We fell asleep.”

He chuckles at your statement of the obvious and continues to kiss across your shoulders and the back of your neck. “Yeah, we did. How ya doin’?”

“Mmmm, good… but even better if you keep doin’ that.”

He runs his hand down your back and around to your tummy rubbing soothing circles. You start to roll over, “No, don’ move, stay like tha’,” he whispers against your skin before placing a wet kiss on your shoulder blade.

You reach up and pull your hair up and over to one side offering the back of your neck to him.

“Wan’ ma kisses, swee’heart?” he asks as he kisses the warm skin on the back of your neck.

Goosebumps breakout on every inch of your body and your breath catches as his tongue laves a particularly sensitive spot just behind your ear.

“Mmmm…” you roll straighter and stretch like a cat after a long nap; long arms over your head, straightened long legs, arching back, even your toes stretch and then curl. “Don’t stop…” you slur against the pillow.

“Never stop,” he whispers as he rolls over on top of you, trying to prop his weight up with his knees and elbows.

“Just lay on me, I wanna feel your weight.”

He relaxes on your back and you can feel his hard pecs, abs and his very hard cock nestled against your panty covered bum. Placing one knee between your legs he can’t help rutting his pelvis. “Feel s’good, baby, I wan’ ya,” he says running his fingers along your underarm to the side of your breast as it rests against the duvet.

“Side boob…,” you say with turning your head with a smile.

Raising up on his hands he kisses down your back ribs to the side, “Jezebel side boob.”

You pull your hand back to run it through his hair. “I want you, Harry. Do you want me?”

“Fuck yeah, I wan’ ya, wan’ ya jus’ like this. Help me take these panties off,” he says pushing at the waistband.

You reach down and cover his hand, taking a moment to squeeze it, a gesture to let him know you’re with him. You both manage to get them off while you lay flat. He shifts up to get his boxers off and to position himself between your legs propped on his knees. He props up on one hand next to your head and runs his other under your body and down to your mound. You can’t help but flex your hips up so he has better access to you.

“Tell me Jezebel, are ya wet fo’ me?”

You nod, “Touch me.”

He runs his fingers down your mound until his middle finger finds your clit, “Here, babe? You wan’ ma touch here?” He swivels his hard cock against your bum.

You roll your head down burying in your forehead against the pillow, “Yes, more,” you knees spread wider and this time your swivel your hips against him.

“Fuck, ‘m s’hard,” he says

“Babe, I’m so wet,” you both say at the same time.

“Pull ya knees up, love,” he says pulling back so you have space.

You pull your knees up, spread wide – a perfect dirty downward dog position with your pussy propped up and open to him. Your stretch your arms out long above and turn your head to the side.

He leans on his arm to the side to get a good look at your blissful, relaxed face. He grinds his cock against your wet open cunt. “Wanna fuck ya jus’ like this, ya gon’ lemme slip inside?”

“You know that’s what I want, Harry, I want you inside me,” you whine.

He reaches down and runs his cockhead up and down your drippy hole, “Fill ya up,” he whispers just as he pushes inside. His mouth slacks open and eyes flutter shut as he inhales deeply. He exhales through pursed lips very slowly in an attempt to gain a little control.

“Ah!....Mmmm,” you breath out.

“Oh baby…s’warm an’ wet fo’ me,” he murmurs against the skin of your shoulder.

“Deeper, Harry…” you moan longing to feel him as deep as he’ll go.

Running one hand around to your lower tummy he places his palm just under your belly button, “Here, wanna feel me here, doncha?”

“Mm-hmm” you nod rocking back to him.

He pushes up with his arm, hands propped on your hips for leverage. “Jesus,” he says looking down where his cock is buried. He pulls out and smirks at the glistening sheen covering him. You push back and he looks up and sees your hands fisted in the duvet, long lean back, shoulder blades flexing, sides quivering with your breathing. “Ya good?”

“S-s-so deep like this…,” you whine as he pumps once then again.

He looks down again at how your wetness has formed a creamy white ring at the base of his dick, “Tight,” he mutters to himself and flutters his eyes. His hands push you forward and then pull your back on him, he does it again, then falls forward onto his hands needing to be closer to you.

He bucks his hips, “Touch y’self fo’ me,” you pull your arms down, one wraps around his and grabs on, the other finds your clit poking out just above where he has you stretched out on his thrusting cock. You can’t help touching him as he moves in and out.

“Feel me, babe? Can ya feel me fuck ya?”

“Yes! Don’t stop, please….”

He swivels his hips and pumps, swivels and pumps as you pant out his name.

“Har..ry, Har..ry, it’s so good.”

“Wan’ ta fuck ya all week, yeah?” he picks up the pace, “Wan’ ta spend hours in ya, take ya ta the edge over an’ over, wan’ ya cumming fo’ me all week, wan’ ma honey all ov’r me…”

“That m-m-outh of y-y-yours,” you say on a long moan loving every word of his dirty talk.

“Know ya love it… Come on, babe, can tell ya close. I’m gonna cum an’ I need ya wi’ me.”

You rub your clit just right and he changes his angle just right, “Right there! Right there! Right there!” Your orgasm blasts through and your hips buck and writhe against his pelvis.

He pumps in one last deep thrust and stills. “Fuuuck! Fuuuck!” You both fall to the side a panting mess of limbs. “Jesus Fucking Christ, love, are you ok?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hum smiling. “Needed that so bad.”

“Wan’ed ta go slow, but, god…”

You roll over to face him and run your finger down his chest, “Was perfect. Just what I wanted, alone time to do what we want, when we want, as much as we want…but I kinda hoped you kiss me more.”

He grins, “C’mere.” He pulls you to him, smooths your hair to the side and cups your cheek. He strokes along your bottom lip, “All tha kisses ya wan’,” he leans to kiss your lips, darting his tongue out to tangle with yours.

He just makes out with you…right there in the living room, in front of the fire, candles burning low, and you a mess from the sex you just had…and neither of you care. He just enjoys kissing you with no agenda and it makes your heart melt.

When he does finally pull away from your mouth, you smile at him and card your fingers through his curls. You love how long they’re getting. “Thank you.”

He smiles his most beautiful smile at you. “Fo’ wha’?”

You shrug. “For being you. For loving me like you do. For…fuck, I dunno…everything.”

He tucks your hair behind your ears. “Ya welcome bu’ if that’s the case I hafta thank ya too. Fo’ all those things an’ fo’ puttin’ up wi’ ma crazy life…know it’s no’ easy.”

“No, but it’s worth it. YOU’RE worth it.”

He presses his lips to yours in a series of soft kisses.

He moves slightly and his arm grazes your breast and you moan into his kisses. “Sensitive?”

“Mmmm…yes,” you say shyly biting your lip.

“Hmmm…got plans for these this week yanno,” he rasps middle finger circling your nipple.

“Yeah? Tell me.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Patience, Jezebel. We have all week.”

You hmph. “Tease.”

He chuckles and kisses the apple of your cheek. “Ya love me.”

You sigh dramatically. “I do.”

“Found a deck of cards when I was looking for a flashlight earlier. Care to play a game?”

A memory flashes through your mind and then slips away. “Sure.”

He looks at you and furrows his brows. Somethings going on with my girl, he thinks. He just hopes you’ll confide in him soon. He stands up and walks to the kitchen and grabs the cards and sits down in front your legs crossed over each order. He takes the cards out of the pack and shuffles the deck. “Poker? Think there’s some pretzels we could use for chips…”

You don’t even hear him. A memory has come back of your dad teaching you to play poker and it’s so vivid you feel like you’re gonna vomit. You clamber up and run to the bathroom, flip the toilet seat and dry heave, tears running down your face.

Harry’s right behind you and he gently holds your hair back. “Ya ok?”

You nod and raise up to move to the sink and turn the tap on to splash cool water on your face.

He grabs a towel and hands it to you and you dry your face. “Wha’ happened? Wha’s goin’ on?” He asks, fingers moving gently over your flushed cheeks.

You grab his hand and kiss his fingers. “I…I had a memory of my parents. My dad was teaching me to play poker and my mum was kidding him about teaching an eight year old to play,” tears start running down your cheeks, “it was a good memory and…”

He grabs a Kleenex and hands it to you and you wipe your cheeks.

“I haven’t thought about them in so long, H. After they died, I couldn’t remember very much about them.”

He rubs his hands up and down your arms, soothing you. “An’ now?”

“I think…I think my memory is trying to come back…I keep having these flashes.”

He purses his lips. “Have ya thought about seein’ a therapist?”

“I have and I think…I think I need to.”

He pulls you into his arms. “I think s’too. We’ll find ya a good one, yeah? Whatever ya goin’ through, we’ll work through it, alrigh?”

You nod against his chest. “I want to remember.”

He kisses your forehead. “C’mon, let’s watch a movie, yeah? Laptop’s fully charged. I’d make some popcorn, but…,” he grins, “how abou’ some cheese an’ crackers? Sound good?”

You nod and kiss his chest.

You make your way down the stairs back to your pallet. Harry heads to the kitchen stark naked, comfortable to be in his own skin. You, however, feel a little chill in the air so you opt to snatch his discarded Beastie Boy’s tee and grab his boxers to slip on rolling down the waistband to just below your belly button. You pad over to the back of the couch to fetch your laptop and glasses, when you get back around to the pallet Harry is tossing a bite of cheese in his mouth as he sets the dish down.

“Hey! Steal ma heart an’ now ya steal ma pants!” he calls out pretending to be perturbed with his hands on his hips

You buckle over in laughter, “Harry…,” you laugh some more, “you’re so hard to take seriously when you stand there naked like you’re superman.”

He drops his hands with a grunt. “Think ‘m offended.”

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist and place your hands on his bum cheeks and do a little back and forth drumming on them, “Aww, baby, I’m sorry, you’re my superman and god knows I love ya naked.”

“Yeah? Well, I love ya naked as well, ya cold?”

“Yes, but…also just like wearing your things too… especially the things closest to your body,” you say leaning your head to one side and looking up at him as you press your body into his. “That alright?”

He leans down to kiss your nose, “Jesus, babe…sexy as fuck is wha’ tha’ is. Course ya can wear anythin’ of mine.”

“Can I pick the movie, please?” you say with a pathetic pout.

“Sure, but can we move ta tha couch, ma bum hurts on tha floor.”

You drum on his cheeks again, “It’s because you have so little padding back here, baby,” you say with a grin. “How about an oldie but a goodie, “When Harry Met Sally”?”

“Hav’n seen tha’ in ages, sounds great.”

While you get the couch set up with pillows and blankets, Harry disappears to put on some fresh boxers on the way back making a beeline through the kitchen for some bottles of water.

You sit back on the couch while he stretches out with his head in your lap and fiddles with the laptop on a pillow on his chest. You brush your fingers through his hair and he unconsciously gets situated better so you can continue. He grunts slightly when you stop causing you to giggle and start again. All situated you decide to watch the movie just as you are. The only time it’s a problem is when you’re both laughing so hard at Meg Ryan faking an orgasm at the diner.

“Ya never faked wi’ me hav’ ya?”

“Uhhh, you’ve got to be kidding, right? There’s no way…like…Harry, trust me, no, I have never faked an orgasm with you ever.”

“Better no’, jus’ so ya know, I’d know ma cock’d know…know how ya feel when ya cum…an’ I’d know,” he says looking up at your from your lap.

You raise your eyebrows and shake your head slightly, “Harry, I have no doubt that you’d know, I think you know my body better than I do.”

Grabbing the laptop so it doesn’t fall over, he leans up to kiss you. “Tha’s right, love, I know this body… an’ ‘ll know it tha rest of ma life.”

“You sure you won’t get bored of it after a while?”

He stops your hand in his hair and pulls it to his mouth kissing the inside of your ring finger, “Look at me… No. Answer to tha’ is…No. Ya my best friend, my lover, my mate…No. Just…No. Wan’ forever, wi’ ya, only wanna belong ta you. I love you.” He reaches up to thumb the bottom of your lip, “Don’ forget tha’.”

Blinking away tears, you release a breath and lean down to kiss him again, “I love you very much.”

You settle back against the couch and continue to play with his hair. It’s just as relaxing for you as it is for him, to be honest.

Twenty more minutes into the movie, your hand stills in his hair and he looks up to see that you’ve drifted off with your head leaning against a pillow against the back of the couch. He smiles and decides to finish out the film. So glad she’s relaxed he thinks to himself. He checks the time on his laptop and see’s it’s only 7:00 p.m. Deciding it’s your week to do as you please, sleep when you want and do what you want, he decides to leave you be as he watches Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan work out their own love story. It’s a love story…that thought starts his imagination to working on something special he can plan for the evening. He’ll have to improvise with no electricity, but maybe that would be part of the pleasure… part of being “unplugged.” By the time the credits roll on the movie he’s got a plan in his head and now he just needs you to stay asleep long enough for him to put it into play.

Thirty minutes later, you rouse to find yourself alone, stretched out on the couch with a blanket tucked around you and the Tiffany lamp moved to the sofa table in front of you ensuring there’s plenty of light around you. Harry must’ve gone to do some work and didn’t want you to wake up in the dark you think as you rub your eyes. You slip your legs off the couch and swivel to sit up. There’s a folded note tented next to the lamp with the letters LOML on the front.

You open the note to read, “Follow the candles. Follow the petals. Come find me.” You look behind you hoping upon hope that he hasn’t destroyed the flowers that Helen left. The flowers are sat on the dining table pretty as can be. You see that there are a couple of candles on the stairs leading up to the second floor, and, sure enough, there are little white petals trailing down the stairs back to you. You smile and lean down to pick up a few only to find they are pieces of white paper towel torn to look like flower petals. “So sweet,” you whisper aloud. Looking back at the note you see a postscript that says “If you get scared, call out and I’ll come get you.” You smile to yourself, biting the end of your finger, not because you’re nervous, but because you’re beaming inside. Following the “petals” you tiptoe on pink tipped toes up the steps toward your bedroom where there’s a glow and humming coming from the en suite bath along with the sound of running water. You peek around the doorframe to see his back as he’s facing the mirror and shaving. He reaches down to swish the razor in the water and looks up to catch your reflection as you stand in the doorway in his rumpled shirt and boxers. He stops, smiles and says, “Ya found me.”

You bite your bottom lip and nod, grabbing your hands behind your back and bouncing up on your toes, “I did. Whatcha doin’?”

“Thought I’d shave an’ maybe we could get a shower tagether, thought it migh’ be romantic wi’ tha candles, yeah?”

You walk to him and wrap your hands around his waist, “Can I help?” you ask kissing his shoulder blade rubbing your hand on his tummy.

“I’m almost done on my face, but you can help me shave down here,” he grabs your hand and runs it down his happy trail, “Needs a trim, ya think?”

“Well,” you say twisting around to look at his front, “yeah, but, babe, you have time off, it’s just me, you can let it grow, you don’t have to worry about it,” you say smoothing your fingers up and down the area. You smooth one finger along his jaw avoiding the left-over cream, “you can let this grow too, don’t have to worry about it around me, I love you anyway you are, but I’m especially happy when you’re relaxed and happy,” you say leaning forward to kiss just above his nipple, taking a moment to nip at it before you back away.

“Would ignore it, bu’, ya see,” he says with a cocky attitude, “don’ wanna whisker scratch ya up ov’r tha next few days.” He runs a towel over his face then leans down for a kiss and a smirk, “Plan on havin’ ma face in some very sensitive places, don’ wanna hurtcha.”

“Oh you do, do ya?”

“Mmm-hmm,” he says against your lips.

“So you want me to use the trimmer here,” you run you hand down his happy trail and into his boxers, “to here?”

He nods, “Trimmer’s behind ya,” he says will a smirk.

You hook your hands in the elastic of his boxers and pull them down keeping your eyes on his. Pulling the vanity bench out you sit down eye level with his waist. “So just a straight line across here and all the hair above it, right?”

He nods.

You look down and kiss half-way between his belly button and his cock and he groans. “Baby,” he says smoothing your hair off your neck and rubbing his thumb along your jaw.

You set about the job with the rechargeable trimmer, carefully and with concentration. A few moments later you stop and lean back to let the candlelight give you a better view. He runs his hand through his hair and looks down, “Wha’ d’ya think?”

Leaning forward you place a kiss at the base of his cock. “Baby right now I really don’t care, I’ve had your hardness on my lips and now, I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything else.”

“Wha’ do ya wan’, baby, hmm?”

“I want to take that shower your petals led me up here for…I want your hands on me and then, if you feel up to it, I want you to take these candles and me into the pink room and lemme feel that smooth face of yours on all those sensitive places you were talking about.”

“Mmmm…I like the sound of tha’,” he says nipping at your earlobe. “I wanna do s’much wi’ ya this week…wanna be deep inside ya as much as ya can handle…alright? Go ahead an’ jump in tha shower, I’ll run an’ grab tha other candles an’ turn off tha lamp an’ get tha pink room open. Bet Helen has tha room all stocked an’ fresh.”

You put your hand over your face, “Still can’t believe she knows about our room and has seen our pictures on the walls, I can’t think about it or I’ll never be able to face them again.”

“Together fo’ forty-five years, umm, ‘m pretty sure they hav’ a good idea how ta sex it up.”

“Harry!”

He smirks a chuckle and swats your bum, “Jump in the shower, be right back. You gon’ be alright here?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good, but thank you for asking.”

You adjust the temperature on the shower and reluctantly strip off Harry’s boxers and tee, you love wearing his clothes so much, they’ve touched his skin and always smell so good. Not ready to have a wet head of hair with no electricity you use Harry’s hair clip to clip your hair on top of your head and step into the warm water. It sluices down your back a relaxing waterfall causing you to moan. You wash your face first and are just about to reach for some of the lavender and chamomile homemade soap Helen swears by when Harry joins you.

He turns you around to face him and cups your cheeks like a man on fire, “I love ya so much, ya make me s’happy an’, baby, I feel like ’m lying to ya an’… jus’ can’ fuckin’ stand it. Wanted ta give ya an unplugged night, so I…I…had Ron turn off tha main except fo’ the hot water an’ the fridge. Had no idea ya’d be upset by tha dark an’ ‘m so goddamn sorry. The real shit of it is tha’ I don’ know where the breaker is to flip it back on, but I c…”

“Shhh. Harry, I had a feeling and I’m not mad or upset. In fact, I think maybe I needed to realize that I’m not really as afraid of moving around in the dark as I was as a child and you’ve made the most amazing moments of our time here, I mean, I’ve been so relaxed I’ve fallen asleep twice…that’s something. Thank you for worrying about it being a lie, but I don’t think of it as you lying to me, you were creating a moment for us based off something I said,” you reach up to cup his jaw, “And that’s so sweet of you.”

“Well, texted Ron earlier an’ he an’ Helen’ll be back in tha mornin’ ta flip tha switch. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, honey, I’m not.”

“Lemme bathe ya, yeah?” he says against your lips, “There’s a surprise fo’ us in tha pink room. Can’ wait to try it out.”

“Oh, there is, huh? What is it?”

“Ya know I can’ tell ya, ‘s a surprise…jus’ saw it m’self a mo’ ago.”

“Hmmmm…Intrigued…,” you say, squinting. “Will it make me cum? Or rather, will it make us cum?”

“I’m definitely thinkin’ there’ll be orgasms ‘cause of it. Was wonderin’ wha’ ya thought abou’ pickin’ out a safeword. I mean, we can keep the colors if ya like, but I kinna like ya havin’ a word tha’ we’ve picked out. Wha’ d’ya think?”

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about it too.”

“Ya have?” he says smiling and washing your breasts and tummy, he stops long enough to look up at you, “Have ya picked out a word?”

You nod smiling.

“Oh, ya HAVE been thinkin’ abou’ this,” he says with a smirk, “Ok, wha’s ya word.”

“Rainbow.”

He smiles, “I like it,” he says stand upright to meet your eyes. “Ya know I’d never hurt ya, right? ‘S jus’ in case it gets ta be overwhelming…”

“I know and I trust you with my body,” you thread your fingers through the hair at his neck, “with my pleasure.”

He presses his lips to yours, twists his head to slant his lips on yours. His tongue darts across your bottom lip and you open for him. Wanting him to deepen the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer. His tongue darts into smooth along the side of yours and you lick along the bottom of his. His breath is warm, his saliva tasting faintly of the toothpaste he must’ve used before he shaved. His hands run around your back and pull you closer to him, one hand sliding down your back to pull your hips flush to his. You can feel his cock begin to harden and twitch.

“Mmmm,” you moan into his mouth as you take your turn to twist your head and slip your tongue along his top lip, pulling away only to dive back in for more. Standing on your tiptoes you pull hard on his neck wanting more of him.

He breaks away reluctantly only to take a breath, “Let’s get outta here, I wan’ more of ya.”

He turns off the water and you both step out. He grabs a towel and starts to dry you off smiling and kissing your body along the way. Holding onto his shoulders for balance as he dries your legs and feet, you bite your bottom lip. When you grab a towel to dry him off, he takes it away, “I can’t, babe, can’t have ya hands on me jus’ yet, wanna make this last.” Threading his fingers in yours he leads you to the doorway in the master closet leading to your special room. Truthfully, it’s never looked more beautiful covered in the flickering light of candles. There’s a basket of fresh fruit and a bouquet of flowers indicating that everything has been carefully taken care of. Your pictures on the wall still pull at your core, just remembering the day they were taken, the intimacy captured, you feel a rush of arousal flow through your already flooded system. You’re lost staring at one of your solo boudoir pictures when he wraps his arms around your shoulders and props his head on top of yours. “Angel.”

You turn in his arms, “I don’t know about that, H, I can be kinda naughty, wouldn’t you say?”

“Deliciously so…” he trails kissing down your neck. “Notice anything new, love?” You look over his should and see that attached to the wall is what looks like a grid of bars. You nod and he pulls back to look at your face, “Wha’ d’ya think?”

“Can I take a closer look?” you say with a smile.

He nods, “’Course.”

Biting your bottom lip you walk over to the wall. The bars are floor to ceiling and at the base on the floor is a leather covered step that’s about six inches off the ground, twelve inches wide and six feet long. You step up on it and reach above you to grab one of the bars, you pull on it slightly to test it’s strength.

“There’s a dimmable light ov’r ya, we can check it out later, but fo’ now ya look amazin’ in tha candlelight."

You turn around as he stalks toward you. When he reaches you, you’re eye to eye with him, the step raising you to a perfect height. “Hi,” you say biting your bottom lip again.

“Hi, baby. Ya interested?”

You nod, then remember, “Ah, I mean… yes, I’m interested.”

“Good job swee’heart, ya remembered your words.”

“Wha’s ya safe word?”

“Rainbow”

“Let’s start slow. Spread ya legs fo’ me. Now let’s try this,” he says taking one of your hands and having you grab the bar above your head over to the side. He does the same with the other, “eventually I’d like ta tie ‘em ta tha bar, but fo’ tanight, can ya jus’ hold on?”

“Yes,” you say swallowing and nodding your head.

“Good girl.” He steps back a couple of steps to take a look at you. Shaking his head he says, “Baby…s’fuckin’ beautiful.” He walks back to you and runs his finger down your body from your collarbones, between your breasts, over your tummy, all the way down to your swollen clit. “Ya wet fo’ me?”

“Harry…” you say gripping the cold metal bar.

“Wha’ love?”

“What’re you gonna do to me?”

“See, babe, tha’s the thing, I’m gonna do wha’ever I wan’ to.” He says going to the armoire and fetching the toy you bought in Paris.

You gulp and grip the bars tighter, bracing yourself for an onslaught of pleasure.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Try an’ keep ya legs open as wide as ya can fo’ me.”

“Ok,” you say spreading your legs as far apart as you can.

“‘S’ok if ya can’. I can always strap ya in wi’ these.”

You look down and see restraints he picked up from the back of the bench and your breathing picks up.

“I won’ be mad if ya need ‘em. I wanna push ya a little bit an’ it migh’ get intense,” he says, licking his lips as he stands up and meeting your eyes. “Eyes on me, Jezebel at all times. Understand?”

You gulp, “I understand.”

“Listen, ya gon’ wanna cum, bu’ don’ no matter how good it feels.” He sees the quizzical look on your face. “Ya body is gonna tell ya it needs ta cum bu’ ya have control over it if ya try.” He leans in to press a kiss to your lips and down your neck, his hand sliding to your breast, thumb moving back and forth across your nipple. His mouth finds the sensitive spot behind your ear and your hands on the bars tighten.

You’re turned on and overwhelmed with anticipation and you feel your wetness drip to the leather bench below.

He pinches your nipple hard, while still laving at your neck.

“Mmmm…hahhh!”

He does it again, but harder and you feel a gush of wetness coat your pussy. He kisses his way to the other side of your neck and finds your sensitive spot while his hand goes to your other breast and he pinches your nipple hard.

You’re panting and white knuckling the bar above your head and you feel yourself drip to the bench again.

His hands move up to your wrists and then slide down your arms, fingers caressing your sensitive armpit and you tremble. They slide down your body to your pussy and he cups you. “Ya drippin’, Jezebel. Seems like this was a good investment,” he says, smirking.

You can’t answer him. He’s so close…pressed right up against you, his lips nearly touching yours.

“Got ma hand all wet bu’ tha’s ok. Won’ let it go ta waste,” he says as he sucks his fingers in his mouth, licking you from his skin. When his tongue darts out and licks a stripe up his hand, you groan.

He bends down to pick up the vibrator and his phone, opening the app that lets him control it. He turns it on the lowest setting and trails it over your collarbones to your armpit and then to your nipples, turning up the speed as the toy circles your nipples. He turns the intensity back down as he moves down your tummy and then bypassing your pussy, he trails it along your inner thighs and goose bumps break out over your entire body.

You watch as he sucks the toy in his mouth and then lightly moves over your slit. “Mmmm…” you say, hips jerking up to get more of the sensation.

He looks up to meet your eyes as he slowly pushes the toy in. “Don’ cum. Know ya wan’ ta, but don’. ‘F ya can’ hold it, lemme know.”

“Ok,” you say breathlessly. You watch as his fingers move on the app adjusting the intensity up and down and it feels so good. You’re so worked up.

He sets the controls to automatically and randomly move the the intensity up and down and then back and forth and stands up, hands going to your breasts and fingers pulling your nipples. “How’s it feel?”

“Ahhhh….mmmm…good,” your voice quivers as the intensity goes up.

“Is it on our spot?”

“Hmmm…no.”

He reaches down between your legs and pushes the toy in further causing you to cry out. “How abou’ now?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!” You’re panting and you’re tummy is quivering. You can feel an orgasm on the way and you clench around the toy.

“Don’ cum. Ya can do this.”

“Mmmmm…ohhhhh….mmmm…I can…I c-can do this.”

“Good girl.” He moves the toy in and out against your spot, eyes biting into yours.

It feels good and you do want to cum but you also want to see if you can control your body and looking in his eyes is giving you something to focus on.

He finds the controls on the toy and sets it too high and he can tell you’re trying to stop the inevitable. He smiles and kisses you and then turns it off.

You slump back against the bars, chest heaving.

“Did s’good fo’ me, Jezebel. Gonna use ma tongue an’ fingers now. Same rules. Don’ cum.”

Your head thunks back against the bar. “Ok,” you pant out. You grimace as he pulls out the toy. You’re so sensitive. You watch as he goes to the kitchen area and cleans the toy, leaving it to dry on the counter and then he comes back to you.

You’re legs are shaking and trying to close.

“Ya need the cuffs?”

You nod. “Yes…please.”

He smirks as he cuffs your ankles. He’s really gonna blow your mind with this next surprise. He stands up and untangles your hands from the bars and lowers your arms to your sides. “Grip the bars behind ya, please.” He smiles as he watches you grab them. He moves to the wall and grabs a small remote that you didn’t notice. He smirks as he hits a button and the bench starts moving up.

You gasp. What the hell?!

He moves you up until he’s mouth level to your pussy and then you get it.

“Jesus, Harry.”

“Arms up, Jezebel an’ hold on tight.” He watches as you do as you’re told and his cock twitches at the way your tits move up with the movement. He takes a second to take in the beauty of this moment. His beautiful Jezebel - ankles cuffed, holding on, and suspended in the air just for him. His hands smooth up your silky thighs as your eyes meet his and you smile a blissed out smile. His middle and ring finger slowly slip inside you and he twists his hand around and smiles at your gasp. He curls his fingers and your hips jerk when he finds your spot. He curls his fingers slowly, just working you up little by little and then his tongue licks up and down your clit at the same pace. It’s slow but intense and your hands tighten on the bars above you.

“Mmmm…mmmm…mmmm…”

He sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue moving against you slowly.

It’s slow and methodical. He knows your body like a book by now and he knows what to do to make you cum for him.

He never breaks your eyes contact. The whole time his mouth and fingers are working you, he never looks away.

You can feel another orgasm coiling and the urge to close your eyes and let it wash over you is strong, but you don’t.

He’s so, so proud of you but he’s ready to take it up another notch so he starts moving his fingers against your spot faster and then his tongue is working against you faster and your thighs start quivering.

You’re close. So, so close and you’re doing everything you can to hold it in and then he stops and you’re both panting.

He undoes the cuffs and lowers the bench back to the ground, picks you up and carries you to the bed, his body covering every inch of yours. “Did s’good fo’ me, Jezebel. Fuck…ya amazin’.”

“Hah…Hah…Hah,” you pant your breath out, “Harry, don’ be mad…Hah…I think I might cry, but…Hah…I’m not sad…it’s just so…Oh my god it’s just soooo much…,” you say with a sob leaning up to bury your face in his neck.

“D’ya need ya safeword, love?”

You nod frantically and pull back, “No…no…I don’t wanna stop, I’m just so overwhelmed,” tears dripping down, “I just love you so much and love this so much…I…I’m surprised how much I just never want the feeling to end. Does this kink make me…less?”

“Fuck no! No’ ta me! Ya could never be less ‘cause of wha’ we do,” he holds your chin in his palm, “It’s OUR kink ‘f tha’s wha’ ya wan’ call it. Fuckin’ love gettin’ ya off.”

“And I love getting you off,” you say searching his eyes as your body trembles with arousal.

“Then wha’s less abou’ tha’?” he says leaning down to place an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw that turns into a series of bites down your neck to your shoulder. The sensation adding fire to the burning sensation you feel in body…in your cunt. You can feel your body clamping down pushing wetness from your body. Your clit is feels like it’s been stung by a bee, the need, stinging the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Harrryy...,” you whimper, “I need…My body’s on fire for you. T…t…talk to me…please, t-tell me.”

He pulls back from working his way down your collarbones to your breast and smirks, “Ya wan’ me ta talk naughty ta ya, hmm? Tha’ it?”

You close your eyes and open them back as an answer to his question, “Yhheess…,” you confirm.

He smirks and crawls up your body to your ear, “Ya wan’ hear abou’ how hard my cock is fo’ ya, hmm? Abou’ how I wake up hard as a rock fo’ ya…? How I love smellin’ ya pussy on ma skin, on ma lips…? Tha’ I think abou’ doin’ this…,” he says pressing his middle finger in your channel deep and then swirling it around, “sometimes when I’m on stage, yeah, I hav’ ta focus ta remember lyrics sometimes when I see ya dancin’ because all can think abou’ is this cunt, hot an’ wet fo’ me.”

You roll your head back digging into the mattress, as he kisses down from your ear down to your breast to suck and pop first one nipple then another before kissing up to the other ear, “Think abou’ how sweet ya taste, an’ how pink ya pussy gets when ya all wet an’ ready ta fuck.” He stops for just a moment to breathe into your ear and lower his voice, “Love tha’ ya squirt fo’ me. Tha’ ya gush on me an’ ya can’t hold it back.” You whimper at that comment, his finger still in your pussy, “Jesus, babe…s’wet, ya like dirty talk, hmmm?”

“Gonna cummmm….,” you sob on a long groan.

“No’ yet, babe, hold it fo’ me, wan’ inside ya first,” he says as he settles between your legs, popping your ankles on his shoulders and leaning forward, “Ya ready fo’ ya cock?”

“Yes, Harry! Yes!”

He lines up, looks you in your eyes, “I love ya,” he says as he pushes in deep. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust or to signal you want him to move, he can’t because once he reaches the bottom your orgasm blasts through.

“Harry!” you scream out clenching down on him tight. Tears of pleasure and relief streaming down the sides of your face as the contracting of your abdominal muscles takes over your whole body. The sharp pulsing sucks him in deeper.

“Greedy little pussy, suckin’ me deep,” he pushes one leg off his shoulder to meet the other. He holds them together, pressed to the side while your body twists at the waist. His abdomen is pressed against the back of your thighs changing the angle and making you tighter on him. He snaps in and out with one hand on your thigh and one on your bum cheek, relentlessly thrusting, “Come on, love, know ya got mo’ than tha’ fo’ me. ‘M slippin’ in an’ out so easy, know ya love this!” He moves just right to where on every thrust this cock head hits your g-spot. “One mo’, love, give me one more good one…,” he pleads.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” you chant just before you can’t keep your eyes open any longer and the whole world blitzes white.

Harry pushes in one last time and stills as his orgasm overtakes him. He lets out a long groan before falling forward panting to catch his breath.

He collapses on the bed next to you, still panting, his hand running through his hair slowly. “Tha’ was intense…Jesus, ya ok?” He asks, scooting closer and pressing a kiss next to your ear, his hand on your neck, thumb rubbing over your jaw.

You turn towards him and smile. “I’m good,” you tell him as you try and catch your breath. “So good.”

He kisses your mouth softly. “Good. I’ll get ya cleaned up an’ then we can cuddle yeah?”

“Ok.”

He smiles softly at you as he cleans you up and then leans over to pick you up and carry you to your bedroom and laying you on the bed. “Lemme just grab the candles and make sure all the candles downstairs are out, yeah? Wan’ some water?”

You nod. After a few minutes you hear the secret door close and then he’s crawling into bed next to you.

He teaches to the nightstand and grabs a bottle of water and passes it to you.

“Thank you,” you say unscrewing to the cap and taking a few drinks before passing it to him. He finishes it and places it back on the nightstand.

You roll over onto your side and he snuggles up behind you, his hand finding your tattoo and fingers slowly moving back and forth over the skin under your boob. You smile at the gesture. Ever since you’ve gotten his initials and the bee inked, his fingers automatically gravitate there.

“Ya ok?” He asks, lips trailing softly down your neck.

“Yes, I’m good.”

“Tha’ was intense, yeah?”

“It was, yeah. Good, though,” you say turning your head to meet his eyes.

He presses a kiss to your lips. “Was really good, Jesus, can’ stop thinkin’ abou’ it.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Hey…how did the bench work if the power is out?”

He laughs his breathy little laugh against your neck. “Knew we’d wanna use tha’, so I made sure tha’ the breaker for tha’ wasn’t turned off,” he says, placing a warm kiss to your neck.

“Oh my god…I should’ve known,” you say giggling and lightly swatting his arm.

“Had ta put a new breaker in for the pink room…s’it all worked out.”

You smile and snuggle back into him. “Wait…so the lights work in there too?”

He chuckles. “Yeah…everythin’ but the furnace.”

You shake your head at him. “Thank you for letting me unplug. I needed that.”

He kisses you on the nose. “My pleasure. Ya wanna go ta Marcy’s for brekkie? Maybe visit with the Chapman’s and Bennett and Thomasina? I gotta an errand ta run.”

You curl your fingers around his. “I’d love that, but what’re you up to?”

He chuckles. “Goodnight Jezebel.”

You sigh. “Goodnight Harry.”

****30 minutes later****

You’d fallen into a deeply sated and contented sleep on Harry’s chest, hair a tousle on his shoulder. Your rest included a rather unladylike snore, that he thought was utterly adorable. He realized it was late, but it just couldn’t wait, he needed to make a phone call to Ron.

“Hey, Ron, so sorry ta bother ya so late. You an’ Helen doin’ alright?”

“Harry, son, how are ya? Is everythin’ alright?,” Ron says with a slight bit of concern.

“Oh, everythin’s fine. Like I said, ‘m sorry ta bother ya so late.”

Harry could hear Helen in the background, "Ronnie, is that the kids? Is everything alright at the cottage? How’s my girl?”

Harry couldn’t help the chuckle.

“It’s Harry, everythin’s fine ‘Elen, kids are ok, sweetie, jus’ some business we need ta talk abou’.” Ron says away from the phone, “Ok, I will, love. Harry? Ya there?”

Grinning to himself, “Yeah, I’m here an’ our girl is doing great,” he says thinking about her sleeping soundly in their bed.

“Good, tha’s good ta hear. ‘Elen sends her love an’ we can’t wait to see ya. What’s on ya mind, son?”

“Well…umm…I need some help lookin’ fo’ somethin’ in town, but I need know it’ll be private, very private, because it’s important…one of the most important things I’ll ever do in ma life…an’…well…I..I’m hopin’ you’ll help me…”

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