Can't Crush The Boss

A messy pile of blankets and pillows laid spread out before the sofa on the floor. Harry and I were comfortable in our little camping spot watching the last movie as it came to an end. It was now around 11:30 or so, and even though I was tired, I didn't want Harry to leave yet.

My legs were tangled in the blankets while I laid my head over my arm. I faced Harry as he laid in the same position, lazy and cozy. Sweet melodies from the ending credits filled our little haven while we stared deeply and doe-eyed at each other.

"I don't feel sleepy, I think, but if I close my eyes..." Harry mumbled.

Harry was fighting the urge to sleep, even his voice had changed into a deep groggily tone. I found it so cute; I just wanted to keep him here. I wanted the night to be endless and just worry about school when the time came.

"Why are you looking at me like that . . . you're not going to pull a prank on me if I fall asleep are you?" he asked, getting drowsier.

I giggled, "No . . . I like seeing you like this. Helpless."

"Helpless huh? You like taking advantage of men when they are weak? I see how you are."

"No, just you."

I brushed my fingertips over his strong jawline, then tickled the tiny space between his nose and lips. His nose scrunched up as he fought to keep his eyes open, but he finally gave up.

"I'm not sleeping . . . I'm just enjoying this," he uttered.


I combed his brows with my finger nails, observing every corner and curve of his face. He had a pair of sweet little dimples I couldn’t help poke before I played with his hair. It felt so strange to feel this close and relaxed with a guy, and he wasn't just an ordinary guy; I was fortunate to find me a good one.

I rolled over to be as close to him as space would allow. I cuddled against his face and neck like a playful kitten, smiling as he groaned trying to keep from falling asleep. Giving him tiny kisses while I inhaled his scent, I saw a wide smile begin to form.

Harry raised his arm to throw it around me, it fell heavy and almost lifeless.

"Hey," I whispered.

"Hmmm…" he hummed.

"Are you awake still?" My voice cracked as I tried not to giggle.

"Umm hmm…"

It was useless. I didn't care that I was being selfish; I wanted him to be responsive to my aching affection but how could I lure him out of this dreamy state? It was time to play his way. I began to nibble at his neck, once I heard the sluggish monster quietly grunt I proceeded with my tactics.

I began to delicately lick from under his chin up to his ear, like a puppy that’s discovered a trail of milk. Soon my gentle giant was coming back to life as he tried to awaken the rest of his limbs.

"Did I pass out?" he said in a drunken-like manner.

Harry’s eyes opened slowly revealing an angelic green haze; letting out a friendly growl as he rolled over. Switching roles, now I looked up to see his face overshadow mine. He laid propped up on his side, rubbing his eyes to fully awaken. Finally up, I pretended to be asleep this time.

"Uh-no . . ." he nudged my side.

And then it hit him like a brick, he realized what I was doing. Watching my cheesy grin and the look of anticipation as my shut eyes fluttered.

"Ahhh, I see," he whispered, "It's my turn."

He grabbed a light hold of my neck and continued with my previous strategy. Though I refused any signs of disturbance.

"The princess isn't waking up," his voice was still low and deep. "I'm just going to get Herman to help me."

"What? Who's Herman?" I jolted my eyes open inquisitively.

"Shhh…" Harry took his index and middle finger, facing them downward as though it were a walking hand. "…this is Herman."

This so called Herman, was now standing on my face which held a lame expression. He began to walk down my nose, leap off my mouth and land on my chin. I was beginning to see the humor in this and the possible path Herman would well be traveling on.

Herman slid down my neck and began to take small steps, leaving a tickling trace on my skin. Passing my collarbone, he stood on the very center of my ribcage.

"It appears our friend Herman has reached his first crossroad. To the East and West awaits an adventurous hike of the Chloe Peaks, but unfortunately our friend comes unprepared without his climbing gear, so he must travel further South to the coral sea."

I couldn't contain my laughter any longer. This could have definitely been an enticing activity, but Harry's narration was too entertaining. His face was focused and determined on his hand puppeteering. Yet, because I held in my laughter, my body trembled a bit.

"What's this Herman? We've encountered a minor earth quake. Should we take cover and head back for the peaks or should we scurry along? See, although Herman wanted to go back, I convinced him not to," He winked.

I slid my hands under my head to observe the show and Harry’s expressions as he continued with the story. His or should I say Herman's feet slightly sunk as he journeyed across my stomach. The tingles sharpened the further down he went. But his hand began twisting rather uncomfortably due to his position.

"And for Herman's next trick . . . he will continue to roam backwards."

"How convenient!" I chuckled.

"Yeah well, I was about to dislocate my wrist here. Hey, you're supposed to be sleeping anyway!" He exclaimed.

"Okay, I won't interrupt," I said quietly.

"Thank you. Now, where were we Herman…? Ah yes, he was about to do the Jackson moonwalk towards the shoreline."

"Shouldn't he be swimming if it's a 'sea'?"

"Shhh… you said no more interruptions! It's my story! You'll get your turn."

I laughed again; he was taking this quite seriously.

"You know what this story really needs is soundtracks," I suggested.

Harry sighed in frustration, dropping his head.

"Really? You're ruining it."

"Just hand me the remote over there."

I pointed to the couch where he reached and handed it to me. I changed the TV channel to the soft rock stations and found a Dave Matthews song Crash Into Me and left it there. Settling back into my former position, I noticed Harry with a raised eye brow and smirk.

"Are you finished? Can I continue now?"

I nodded pressing my lips together to keep from smiling. His sigh shifted into a mischievous grin as his fingers stood over my bellybutton.

"Hmmm? It seems like we've embarked on another crossroad Herman. What's that, we should head back, but go under water eh?"

My grin began to fade, not in disappointment but in unknowing anticipation. Harry's hand flattened as it mimicked a swimming motion, more like a squirming starfish if you asked me. I cracked a nervous smile every other second, starring at his curious eyes rather than his hidden hand.

Harry's amorous touch never felt invasive or vulgar, although I could have very well been under a spell and I didn't mind. He'd glance over to see if I showed any sign of hesitation but I just smiled. His firm hand slowly began to ruffle up my shirt, undressing my pale tummy, making me tense up.

I watched Harry crawl back and lower his head to subtly kiss my skin. My nerves caused a small twitch each time, making his smile grow wider as he continued to kiss across my stomach. His hand held my side and shirt steadily as his kisses persisted North. I was almost too scared to look in his eyes as he did this. His gaze was different, no longer hazy but aroused … yet tamed.

He was about to reach the rim of my sport-bra with kisses growing wetter. He stared longingly and while keeping his hand on my high stomach he grazed towards my mouth. There I could finally relieve the tension I had built up. His kiss never felt so good, or what I really meant to say, each time they got impossibly better.

His body laid down next to mine and his hand sweetly caressed my cheeks. After his passionate gentle kiss he pulled his head back and waited.

"Is that how you like to be awoken in the morning?" He said lightly patting my nose.

I shrugged innocently.

"Maybe one day," he whispered.

"Can I have my turn now?" I asked giggly.

His face was stunned from disbelief, I could tell, not thinking that I would be yearning for more.

"Okay…"

I sat up with my back leaning against the couch. Harry exhaled a chuckle or two as he joined me.

I bit my lip, trying to figure out how to ask him. I leaned over to whisper in his ear; causing him to jerk back in wonder. All he could do was smile, almost bashfully, and I shrugged a pleading look.

He leaned forward to remove his shirt carefully, instantly changing from bashful to a flaunting sneer. My heart pounded harder and faster as it echoed in my quiet still body. A sly grin peeked its way as I climbed onto his lap, with my legs extended to the side. I could never be as bold as to straddle him; I drew the line there. Meanwhile his strong arm held on to my back, making its way to play with my hair again.

My hand was shaky as I forced it upon his chest but Harry placed his other hand upon it.

"Relax beautiful," he said soothingly.

Nodding, I swallowed hard as he freed my hand from his grasp. I began to outline his muscular trunk. Exploring all these defined mounds, making me nauseous with desire. He was calm, enjoying my fingertips, smiling so wide I could see a row of his perfect teeth glimpse through. My navigation soon turned into a doodle of swirls across his chest and brush strokes of admiring hands.

He then entangled his fingers in mine to bring them up to his cheek.

"So what's your little traveler's name?"

"Hmmm … Hannah." I answered cleverly.

Harry started kissing my palm, gradually pulling to continue down my arm. I didn't want him wasting any more of those as I quickly interrupted with my lips. Letting go I now held on to his head and delivered the best kiss I was capable of giving. He moaned modestly whilst his hands pressed down on my hips.

The air was much too invigorating; I wasn't even under any alcohol influence as that Martini had worn off hours ago. With one swift and gallant move, Harry took off my tank top leaving his hand to wander, yet he still avoided touching my breasts. I loved him for that. What guy wouldn’t jump at the chance?

His hands remained on my back, neck and stomach, occasionally sliding under my outer thigh. He'd tenderly squeeze me and I could see how our breathing increased profoundly. Just when I thought I had felt something strange beneath me, I heard keys bang against the door outside.
Gasps.

Notes

I liked this chapter because the flirtation was stronger but still with in bounds. What do you think?

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