#I love how even when nervious and unsure

[theborzoiarebackintown]

I took Light to agility last night to watch and learn to chill out in a crate! She was a little worried at first but settled in well. Afterward she let some new people go over her and look at her teeth! Including a big dude with a beard and hat. A very good and brave baby!

[hxarrysbabe]

Forbidden - H.S. fanfiction

Prologue

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Chapter 1

Only four months left - Jane thought to herself as she scratched off one more day of the calendar, hanging on her bedroom wall. She had to live with her parents and her annoying brother only for four months more. Then she would leave for college (hopefully, Oxford) and she would have to deal on her own.

Even the thought of it scared her and made her feel nostalgic. She neved admitted it but she was a daddy's girl and she never learned to cook as good as her mother so she would miss them terribly for sure. Damn, she would even miss Hugo, who was nothing more than a pain in the ass with his pranks and stupid jokes.

She would miss her father who taught how to ride a bike and how to throw rocks in the lake. She would miss the times they would go fishing for hours and come home hungry and cold, trying to hide their muddy shoes from her mother.

She would miss her too, even thought she sometimes hated her for being so demanding and for expecting so much from her. She would miss her because she had shaped her in the person she was today. She would miss her because when she looked at herself in the mirror, she could see her - her blond hair and her green eyes which had blue thick rings around their irises. They looked so much like each other, yet they had a very different way of seeing the world and they fought a lot with each other.

She would miss her brother as well. She had grown up used to him always being around and pissing her off, that she didn't believe she could just leave home and go somewhere far away from him. Hugo was twenty-three years old which made him five years older than her. His hair was dirty blond but he had eyes similar to their father's - warm brown eyes which shined like gold when being exposed to the sunlight.

Jane loved their house. It was on two floors and had a beautiful front porch and a backyard with a stunning flower-bed. She loved to spend her spring days, taking care of the flowers, and her summer nights, reading in the wooden swing on the porch. She loved every single memory she had in this house and it was definitely a home to her.

It was the middle of April now and the clock in the shape of an owl on her desk signalised her with a funny "coo" that it was already two in the morning. Her parents were on a vacation somewhere in Nevada for the whole week and her brother was on one of his mate's birthday party with his girlfriend, Mary, so she didn't expect him to come home earlier than sometime tomorrow.

She took the chance of the empty house and the lack of distracting noises and started studying from five p.m., finishing just now. Her parents were always scolding her because she studied way too much and Hugo was always making a fun of her for not socializing enough, so this was the perfect oppurtunity for her to do extra credit stuff for school.

Just as she brushed her teeth and was finally ready to read a little before going to bed, she heard the door bell ring. Scrunching her eyerbrows and growling, she stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the corridor, wondering who for fuck's sake was bothering her at this hour. It could be Hugo only if he had forgot his keys or was drunk out of his fucking mind and couldn't think of a way to open the door. But if he and Mary wanted to bang, why didn't they go to her apartment? She lived on her own because her parents were in Oregon and...

"Coming!", Jane yelled, almost sprinting to the door.

Who was the crazy bastard, who didn't want to stop knocking and ringing the bell at two fucking o'clock in the morning?

She unlocked and opened it, her eyes widening at the boy in front of her. Her best friend stood outside their house, with only a t-shirt on in this chilly night, and his hands on the two sides of the door frame.

"Harry?" She murmured, rubbing her eyes.

She was sleepy and tired from studying but she couldn't be dreaming, right? Was he really here when he should be in Mat's house, drinking and chatting with the boys?

He didn't say a thing and continued staring at her, the only evidence that he wasn't sleep-walking were the soft breathes he exhaled and the slow way in which he was blinking at her. His dark hair was messy as if he had runned his fingers throught it multiple times (she knew he had a habit of doing it when he was nervious about something) and his lips were slightly parted.

"What are you doing here?" Jane asked, confused with him.

Harry finally showed a sign that he was alive and pinched his nose with one hand, the other one was still on the door frame. "I just...", he started with a husky voice but then stopped, thinking of a way to express himself.

What was going in his mind that he couldn't tell her? What could it possibly be? They were used to sharing everything with each other. His attitude was starting to scare her a little bit - not because she was worried about what he could have done or what he could do, but because he's never acted this way before. He's always so confident in himself and it always seems that nothing really bothers him, and he made her feel secure and believe that everything is possible, and... He just had that thing about himself. So what was wrong now?

"Mat has a birthday", he blurted out out of a sudden, confusing her even more. "He's a great guy really, one of my best mates after your brother and you, you know."

"Harry, what's up?" Jane shivered, the cold air easily sucking through the thin material of her pijamas.

"You", he shrugged. "I'm partying with all of my friends and all of a sudden... you. You pop in my head and make me leave Mat's huge house, get in my car and stop in front of your house. And now i'm standing here like an idiot, wandering what to say to you and how to explain all of this shit that's going in my in my head right now."

"You're drunk", she shook her head, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "What the fuck made you think it was okay to drive in this state?"

"Just two beers", Harry moved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "I can still think properly but the thoughts in my mind... God, i just wish to forget about all of this."

"About what?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line and silenced himself, clearly not wanting to overshare something with her. She sighted and he forgot how to fucking breath because she stood there in front of him only with a baggy white T-shirt (it was probably an old one of his brother's) and pink shorts on. He lost his words because he had a crush on her from ten years now and he wasn't even ashamed to say that the time was half of his life.

"Jane", he said her name in a certain pleading way and she didn't know what was going on anymore. "Can i-"

But before he could continue he gave up on saying whatever it was on his mind in that moment and leaned in, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her. He had dreamed of her pink lips almost ever since he remembered himself but in none of his dreams they weren't as soft and as tasty as they were in reality. He could smell the trace of the toothpaste she was using and he felt a little guilty because he was sure he didn't smell like anything but beer.

Jane was taken aback by his actions and didn't return to his kiss at first but when he stepped closer to her, pressing their bodies together, and lifted her chin with two of her fingers, parting her lips with his tongue, she started moving against his mouth. Her tongue welcomed his in her mouth and he could swear that his heart was going to fly out of his chest.

But before he could fully process what was happening, she pulled away and, keeping her eyes closed, she put her hand on his chest. "Harry", she sighted, shaking her head. "You're drunk."

"I'm not", Harry squeezed her hand just the slightest, making her open her eyes. "I drank, yes, but i'm sober enough for this, trust me." His voice was pleading and his dark eyes shined with a new-found light in them now. "Please, just let me kiss you once more..."

"We're going to regret this", Jane exhaled harshly.

Her nipples were poking trough her T-shirt.

"Oh, trust me, i know."

He stepped in, closed the door with the back of his foot and pushed her against the wall. His arms pinned hers above her head and his lips crashed against hers once again, this time with so much more force. She smiled into the kiss, loving the way he was man-handling her.

She's never seen this side of him, not until now. He was always a gentleman around her, helping her carry her bag to school and driving her home every afternoon. She didn't know he could be like this and she loved the beast, unfolding in front of her right now. So she collected all of her confidence and pushed her lower half against his, rubbing herself on him. His leg momentarily parted her two by sliding between them and he pressed his chest to hers even closer.

There wasn't any space between the two of them now and the thought of it made her lose her breath too soon. He felt her hands gripping onto his hair and he pulled away, looking at her eyes. She watched him with an amusment, written all over her beautiful face, and he felt himself throbbing in his pants for her.

The temperature in the room had quickly excalated and now they were both hot and unsure of where was this going to now. Bleise rested his forehead against hers and gulped heavily, wanting her more than ever.

How was this even possible?

"Let's go in my room", she suggested and lifted his T-shirt, exposing his stomach.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself just for a minute. She was his best mate's little sister, the girl who he watched growing up in front of his eyes. But she was also the girl who he loved since he was thirteen.

So he noded and he followed her to her bedroom, her small hand stil in his. Once they got in there, she took off his T-shirt completely and he bended a little, starting to kiss her neck. By the time she had took off his belt too, her neck was covered in red spots. Harry smiled against her skin, proud of his masterpieces.

"Fuck", he growled, her hand on his crotch suprising him. "Mischievous little thing, aren't you?"

Jane bit on her bottom lip, stepping back just enough to look at his muscular stomach and his V-line, showing above his jeans. Harry pushed her on the bed, quickly undressing her and kissing every inch of her pale skin. She was so fucking soft and smelled like lemonade, he wanted just to eat her all up.

But this was Jane and he had to be careful, he had to be gentle with her. So he kissed her one last time and, trying not to look down to her boobs, he concentrated on her face, exploring every little detail of the way she was watching him. Her lips were already a little puffy from all the kisses he gave her and her cheeks were a little red, showing her embarrassment of being naked under him.

"Don't stop", she whined and tried to pull him in again, but he looked at her with some sort of seriousness in his eyes and that's what made her calm down a little.

She felt smaller and smaller under his heavy gaze and her face kept getting more and more flushy. Her hands dropped from his shoulders to the mattress.

"Do you have a condom?" He suprised her by asking.

Even thought he was the one with two beers running in his veins, he thought more soberly than her.

"I'm on the pill", she shook her head.

"What?" Harry's eyerbrows scrunched up in confusion.

He had suspections that she wasn't a virgin because she had a serious boyfriend before six months but... On the pill? Did she hook up with other guys after the prick who was Norman?

"Just in case", she shrugged, wanting to dig a hole in the bed and fall in it.

"Good", was all that Harry said, planting a quick peck on her lips before kicking off his pants.

He pushed a finger in her, feeling how tight she was. Rubbing himself against the mattress and teasing her clit with his other hand, he added a second finger in, making her arch her back.

At that moment Jane was careless about him, being older than her and her best friend since their childhood. At that moment she could only think about the way he was watching her from inbetween her legs with his big eyes with the color of the darkest night sky and his messy hair, which was a bit longer than usual because he hadn't cutted it in a while.

Harry opened his mouth to say something but quickly changed his mind and putted it on her pearl instead. She could feel his stubble against herself while he pumped three fingers in and out of her.

"Har", she moaned, pulling his hair.

He looked up and stopped sucking on her clit for a moment, intrigued by the needy way she called his name in.

"Hm?"

She giggled, finding him a bit cute with his nose, pushed against her pussy.

"C'mon, i want you in me."

He didn't have to be called again, pulling his fingers out of her and lifting himself on the bed with his arms. Even thought there was no light on in the room, Jane could still see her juices glistening on his lips and his chin. She kissed him, tasting herself from his mouth. And as he entered her just with his head at first, she yelped in suprise.

"Can i go deeper? Is it okay?", he asked, wrapping an arm under her back.

"Yes", she encouraged him and felt him kiss the tip of her nose instead of saying "thanks".

Jane knew it was probably hurting him by now because he was a little impatient and by the years she spent with him, she knew well that he never got tired of waiting if he wanted something that much. Norman wasn't really big and the guy after him, who's name she didn't even remember, too. So when Harry filled her to the brim, she couldn't stop herself from digging her nails into the skin of his back. Moaning and tightly holding onto him, she heard him groan.

"So tight", he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffing her hair which smelled like strawberry shampoo. "You're so fucking sweet and your skin is so soft, and..."

He felt her clenching around him and looked up, mesmerized by her pink lips and the way she was squeezing her eyes because the pleasure was getting the best out of her. She was trembling underneath him with her legs, wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her hot body.

"Jane, look at me", he managed to say, wanting just to see what was hiding behind her eyes.

She quickly followed his order and blinked at him with her long eyelashes. His hand cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed it, while he was continuing to fuck into her. In the corners of her eyes there were little tears from how good it felt to be stretched out like this.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Harry smirked and pushed himself even deeper in her. "Just say the word and i'll give it to you all."

Jane nodded, not really being able to say a word, and got up on her elbows so she could kiss him. His lips moved against hers and his tongue played with hers with a certain experience, which made her want to never stop kissing him.

But before she could love on him enough, his hand settled between their bodies and two of his fingers started rubbing on her clit. This took her by suprise and she fell back onto the pillow, gasping. His lips continued to plant kisses down her chin and her neck, sucking on the skin from time to time. Her fingers were pulling onto his hair and she was calling his name again and again, closing her eyes, when he growled out of a sudden.

"Look at me while you cum. I want to see how beautiful you are when you do it."

This was everything she needed, clenching around him one last time before she came, shakening with convulsions. He came just a second after her with his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, feeling like he wouldn't be able to ever stop spilling himself in her.

When the both of them calmed down and were able to breath properly again, he layed down next to her with his arm still underneath her body. He didn't ever want this night to end as she cuddled into his side, looking like an angel. Too bad the halo above her head was a little broken.

"You were amazing for me, sun", Harry complimented her, pulling her even closer to his chest.

She smiled and only hummed to him, too tired to answer him. Holding her in his arms, he thought that it was impossible to love someone so much but yet, he somehow had found a way. And god, was he scared of what was going to happen when they woke up tomorrow morning...