A/N: Warning, Graphic Sexual Content. If not comfortable than scroll down to the page break. Thx.



An unidentifiable noise disrupts my sleep. It's morning and the smell of Harry's room pleases me. I swear his bed is cruel, way softer than mine. Why is that? The sound of rings sliding across a rail followed by distant humming tell me that Harry is in the shower. I'm in no rush to jump out of bed so I stretch instead. Slouching up a bit, I lean my head against the headboard, taking in the sight of his room in the daylight. It's so peaceful.

Holding the blanket over my chest, my eyes jump to the naked figure exiting the bathroom with his hands shaking a towel over his head. Harry continues a bout the room, allowing me to observe him well from all angles. Dangling the towel around his neck, he searches through his dresser while I smile amusingly . . . and aloud.

"You're up?" he turns his head startled initially until a smile sparkles forth.

"Yes, admiring you from here . . . all of you."

"It's all yours, love." He grins and comes closer, dropping the towel on the floor. "Show me that tattoo again."

Harry climbs the bed till he reaches my legs. My knee slides from beneath the sheet, exposing not only my tattoo but my hip, barely. After Harry runs his fingers over it once again, his head drops on my lap. For a moment I'm confused, especially when he shakes his head. I convince myself that I should have waited till I was with him to get the tat but I can't do anything about it now.

"Are you upset?" I whisper desperately.

Harry pushes his body up till he's kneeling and points his hands down to his crotch. "Does this look like I'm upset?"

I'm relieved to see him grinning, even if it's in frustration. My mouth forms an O at the evident erection and I don't know whether to feel guilty or not.

"Sorry," I lie and smile crookedly.

"Don't be. . . that's just so fuckin' hot," Harry whispers at the end. "Like, I'm afraid every time I think of it, I'll get struck with this massive boner. And knowin' my luck. . ."

I almost want to hide my leg but I raise my knee curious to see the phrase once more. Still, my eyes can't escape the vision of Harry simply watching me, mesmerized.

"How do you feel? From last night?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried walking yet. You?" I smile bashfully.

"I'm a bit tender. . .but the reminder is rather delightful. I should be aright later on."

I don't know what's come over me whether it's his soaking wet hair dripping upon his shoulders or him sitting completely exposed and content. Either way, I can feel myself grow damp down there the more I gape. Sliding my leg back down, only this time my foot begins to crawl up his thigh, I bite the corner of my mouth and catch him licking his lips as he welcomes the tease.

"I'd like us to try new things," he implies calmly.

"Really? Right now?" I ask patiently but secretly very eager.

"Eventually, perhaps tonight or whenever you're in the mood. . .I think you'll enjoy it."

My imagination soars as I conjure the possible ideas, probably boring ones in comparison with his.

"Alright," I smile trying to maintain composure.

Harry carefully grabs my foot and begins to rub the inner arch while raising it above his shoulders. His eyes are glued to mine as he inserts my big toe in his mouth. It's gooey, wet and slimy, yet somehow arousing. The shivers begin from my ankles all the way up my leg, encouraging me for more.

Slowly, he kisses then sucks on every single toe, swirling his tongue in between the spaces. Then he passes his wide tongue over the bottom, from the heel to the balls of my foot. Finally, Harry lowers my leg till my toes touch beneath his shaft as he uses my foot to masturbate. After a few strokes I'm already on edge, if he touches me, I'd surely come undone.

I want to do something but I'm stumped. Soon Harry releases me and continues on his own but I can't help notice him cringe and hiss when he reaches the tip.

"What's wrong?"

"Still quite sensitive," his smile is flat.

"Can I do anything? Do you want to try something now?"

"No, you don't have to."

"I want to. What are you thinking about? I'll do it, Harry."

"You sure? I know you haven't tried this before. . ." I nod willingly and Harry begins to pull down the blanket from me. "Scoot down a bit, you'll kink your neck like that."

I wiggle beneath him while he continues to venture up my body, straddling me till he's barely sitting over my ribcage. At first I worry that his weight will crush me but he sustains himself carefully all the while impressing me with his visible thigh muscles.

"Now push your breasts together."

For a moment I thought he wanted me to suck him but obviously that would be too excruciating. I fight the urge to laugh, this position is just bizarre to me. Harry's eyes are glued to my chest and with a questionable groan, he gently thrusts between my breasts. Sighing once my soft skin embraces his length, I can tell he's elated.

"Better?" I almost giggle.

"Darlin', you have no idea."

He bites his bottom lip as he rocks a few more times on my chest, head falling in surrender. Harry drags his moans and then I don't feel so stupid squishing my B cups. Towering over me, his hands grip onto the headboard. He glances down at me and smiles as he closes his eyes again.

"I'm com-in' soon," his voice hitches.

"Are you going to spill on me?"

"I'll . . . aim . . .away," he pants.

"No, I mean I want you to," I don't know why the idea thrills me.

"I-I won't."

"On my chest?"

Harry shakes his head and the gutsy side of me grabs hold of his thighs. I never thought I'd play out this scene as I remember two girls talking about this in the bathroom, between classes, while I kept silent in the stall. His pace picks up and I know he's nearing. With an abrupt huff, Harry's hips back away and he grabs his member to point it down on my stomach, away from my face.

If this were my first time with Harry I'd probably be disgusted but I'm so comfortable with him now, I fear I'd be willing to do whatever. His hand beside my waist is supporting his tired frame while he catches his breath, head hanging low. Looking up at his mess, he whispers an apology while I feel like the canvas to an art piece.

"Why did you want me to come on you?"

"Curious," I shrug, enjoying the warmth of this sticky substance.

"Oh yeah?" Just then Harry dips the tip of his middle finger in the puddle on my stomach and holds it over my mouth. "Taste me."

I swallow and part my lips. My tongue timidly licks off the drop and smears it on the roof of my mouth. His taste is familiar but I've never actually had the liquid at my disposition. There's always a bitterness at first but its entwined with a creamy sweetness I'm afraid to admit to anyone. . .or I'd die.

"Good?" his accent sends a shiver down my core as he dips his finger again.

This time my mouth opens wider and he slides his finger right in. My tongue dances around his finger while he smiles slyly. Leaning down he brings his mouth close and pulls my mouth open with his finger before replacing it with his tongue. Forgetting all about the goo, Harry lays on me and kisses me intimately.

"What can I do for you?" he whispers in my ear. "Tell me what you want."

I gulp, somehow forgetting how to talk. I raise my other leg and wrap it around him, wanting anything at this point.

"Are you sore?"

I nod in lament.

"I should kiss it and make it better."

Harry looks at me dead on, lowering and tossing the sheet aside. My body is ready before I can mentally prepare and not even two minutes into it, I'm convulsing in pleasure. There's a part of me that feels dirty and raunchy but the woman in me assures me to embrace it. I'm doing these things with the person I love and enjoy, in all extremities. This is the love people dream of but never get to have. To have it all.

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Riding in the car, I know we're going to meet up with Calvin though I'm unsure where and what I'm to do today. We look as cute and innocent a couple but every time our glances meet, I blush and Harry smiles. No one will know what went on at his place this morning. No one but us.

My mind ridicules me as I fluster over the second heartbeat in my body, or so it seems. My groin is still throbbing, pulsating like a ticking clock. Perhaps it's serving as a timer, reminding me to abstain from anymore physical play. My quiet thoughts provoke a giggle out of me and I look out the window to avoid Harry's inquiring scowl.

"What could Jude possibly be thinkin' bout?"

"Jude isn't thinking about anything," I play along blushing terribly.

"Your eyes tell me you're lyin'."

"Since when can you read my eyes?"

"I don't think you realize how well I can read you. . .all of you. In fact, whether your mind is conscious of it or not, your body submits to me quite well."

"Submits?" I laugh dryly.

"You think I'm makin' this stuff up? I see the way your body conforms, open and willing while you struggle mentally to go on. Hesitant. Just like I was in the beginning."

"I'm not hesitant anymore."

"I know, I was just provin' my point of knowin' you better than you give me credit for."

"We should come up with a code. It will be a fun inside joke."

"Aright. What's this "code" for?"

"Whenever we make this sign, you have to think of your favorite intimate moment together."

"Very well, which moment is yours?"

"We won't reveal it till this evening."

Harry laughs as he parks. I completely lost track of our plans for this morning.

"My sign will be when I lick my lips while looking straight at you."

"Okay. I will . . ." Deep in thought I bring my fingers to my bottom lip and tap repeatedly.

"Do just that."

"Huh?" I pull my hand away and realize what I was doing. Seems like a good sign to me. "Now the rule is, any and every time we do this sign we have to immediately picture the scene."

"That won't be a problem for me sweetheart, it's you that I'm worried about."

"I can handle it."

I pull on the door handle and grab my purse. We walk inside to what appears to be a recording studio. I hear the tuning of instruments and chatter down the hall. I follow Harry like a faithful shadow into a dark room with what seems like hundreds of tiny lights scattered everywhere. It is then that I come to realize they're from sound mixing boards. There are two gentlemen conversing rather intensely, trying to convince the other of their strong opinions I gather.

Calvin stands behind them more interested in the dynamic of the band inside the actual music studio, looking rather entertained until he spots Harry and I.

"Hey, Jude. I take it you enjoyed the surprise?" he asks pointing towards Harry. "I'm not one to throw lies left and right but I figured I could make the exception this once." He pats Harry's shoulder and in turn gets a fake punch in the stomach.

"Yes, it's forgivable."

"Follow me, I want you to meet Shelly," Calvin instructs.

I follow him to a room across this one and see a few computers set up, there a tiny woman with thick glasses in her mid thirties is working in front of one of the screens.

"Shelly will be helping me with video edits and macro tasks while you'll be taking care of the minor ones, of equal importance. We spoke about the website and the weekly blog. There's also both Twitter and Facebook accounts. I need you to deliver the exact information to all three sites and as far as the blog, this will include interviews and feedback from the band regarding every concert venue. We'll also include a separate page where fans can get to know the band mates, ask them individual questions and link the news feed to their individual Twitter accounts."

"Alright," I huff.

"We'll go through the details tomorrow. For now, I want you to observe Shelly and I will introduce you to the band after their recording session."

I smile politely and it escapes me that Harry is no longer around. Taking a seat beside Shelly, she guides me through the website layout and design. We proceed to the other social media sites and she hands me a USB stating it contains all that I need to know, from programs to the band's music tracks.

I learn about tomorrow's assignment, consisting of individual interviews of the band that will be uploaded weekly both to the official website and YouTube. I hear muffled live music and I immediately see why Harry likes their sound. We sneak back to the other room to watch and I'm captivated by one of the singers, a beautiful blonde with her sexy bohemian fashion. She has light golden hair and pouty lips but I can smell the sass straight through the glass window.

The other singer catches my attention next. He's tall, serious and displays similar blonde hair and puckered lips. He's playing bass while staring at the girl. To his right is the guitarist who has a neon sign blinking over his head that reads trouble. And in the back sits the drummer, focused yet smiling and singing back up vocals during the chorus.

They're an attractive group which shouldn't be a problem when it comes to the right publicity. The fan base is sure to skyrocket in no time, including the male fans over this gypsy bombshell.

"Jude," Calvin interrupts. " I'd like you to write an opening piece, introducing yourself as the official blogger for the band Skewed Lines. I'll email you a few things to add but if you could have that for me by tomorrow that would be great. Then we can get the site up and running with that, the first interview with Kaycee and their first track if its finished and polished tonight. We'll blast the announcement of One Direction's opening act on all accounts and start this madness!"

I nod as I've been doing since I got here. Calvin waves for me to follow him and we enter the music room.

"Hey guys, this is Jude Pierce, our social media marketing assistant. She'll be shadowing all of you so I suggest you get well acquainted," he claps once as a settled deal.

"I'm Kaycee," she says indifferently.

The other singer walks around her and reaches out his hand. "I'm Zac," he says shaking my hand, very professional.

"Billy," Mr. Trouble says next with a smirk, taking a few seconds too long to return my hand.

"Hi. And I'm Troy Benson," the friendly one answers.

Troy waves his hand from behind the drum set, sticks still in his hand. It's interesting how I feel like I've got everyone figured out. I can tell Kaycee's going to be a challenge to get close to while Billy will be a challenge to keep from getting too close. Doesn't he know I'm Harry's girlfriend?

"Are you going to be joining us for dinner tonight? There we can discuss some ideas we'd like to share with you regarding our outreach to the fans and our website image," Zac comments, the business-minded band member.

"Yes, I believe so."

"Come Jude, there's a couple more things I want to run by you before we're done," Calvin announces.

I follow Calvin out but not before smiling and waving at anyone who'll accept my kind gesture. Everyone except for Kaycee. After some brief paperwork and signatures, I make my way to the bathroom before leaving, hopefully.

For some odd reason I'm overtaken with jealousy over Kaycee's effortless beauty. Maybe it's her attitude that's thrown me off my balance beam. I hate sensing tension between someone and that's the vibe I get from her right off the bat. I need to remain professional and not let meaningless emotions or make-believe drama affect my work.

The first thing I ask myself as I stare at my satin bow tied blouse and black skirt is: am I presenting myself as a person this band can take seriously? Not signifying that I ought to be adorned in business suits but the confidence I dress myself in rather. Thanks to Harry, I have more confidence than I can chew, or so I think. He makes me feel beautiful, smart and sexy. Kaycee has nothing on me. . .I have Harry, enough said.

My phone beeps.

Where are you, babe? I'm licking my lips. . .you know, our code ;) -Hxx.

Yes I remember, Harry. As I promised, I think back to that very first time we made love at his place. I exit the bathroom, cheeks not quite back to their normal color, and find Harry further down the hall with phone at hand. Although I don't show it, the soreness in my body is constant, specifically my pelvic area. Regardless my sensitivity, I reignite like a furnace that's never had a chance to cool off. Harry was right, I can't control the way my body responds to him.

"Ready?" He smiles. "Did you do it?"

"Hmmm," I hum and tap my finger against the plump part of my bottom lip.

Harry growls quietly and sinks his face in my neck. "Can you guess my favorite moment?"

"I'm scared to know."

"Heyyyy, you'd be surprised to know it's one of our milder times," he smiles boyishly and hooks his finger in my necklace.

"Oh really?" my brows arch. I'm very intrigued. "Which is it then?"

"No. You said we had to wait till this evenin' to reveal them."

Then he licks his lips again ever so slowly taking arrogant steps back, killing me so softly.

Notes

Chapter Playlist:

"Hesitate" - Steve Moakler

"Hold On When You Get Love And Let Go When You Give It" - Stars


Dolls,

I'm here and haven't left the planet as hard as it is to believe :) I've had a lot on my plate that hasn't allowed me to breathe, sit back and write. But you know I'll eventually come around, weekly. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Still you must know, as drama grows so does Harry and Jude's romance...I don't have to explain any further because if you haven't caught that by now . . . well that's why I assume you've stuck around (evil laugh)

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