Flat 51

“Um, Emily?” I called, pushing the door gently open. It creaked slightly, sending chills down my spine. “Em?” I said again. I heard the bathroom door open, and Emily came limping out on her crutches in my black silk robe.

“Oh! There you are, Harry! I’m so lost. I have no clue where we are in this house. I think he should put maps in the halls or something, because this is ridiculous. Are you ok? You look pale.” Of course I’m fucking pale. You’re standing there in my robe in my room next to my bed with soaked hair and steam coming out of my bathroom. I took four careful steps toward her without a word. My body was on fire, my eyes were locked on her. I took her crutches from her and dropped them on the floor, placing my hands on her hips to steady her. I found it odd how she never stopped talking, but the moment when I wanted her to talk me out of this, she didn’t say a word. She was literally trembling in my arms, but her eyes didn’t hold fear. They screamed of desire and anticipation and fuck she wanted me. I could feel it pulsing through her body. I watched her chest as her breathing picked up. If only she knew how badly I wanted to take her right then and there...

I walked her backwards until her back pressed gently against the wall. I realized I’d forgotten to breathe, and I also realized that I hadn’t even properly kissed her yet. This is what she does to me.

“You know, you have a very comfortable robe,” she said breathlessly, obviously finding the silence uncomfortable. I was mentally pleading with her to stop talking and let me kiss her. “It’s very soft. Did you know that statistically the most common color of bathrobes is white? White is considered cleaner and fresher and-”

“Shut the fuck up.” I couldn’t wait any longer, and leaned down and kissed her like I’d never kissed another woman. It was slow, romantic as our lips met, both feeling the tension in the air. She tasted so good, she felt so perfect on my mouth. Her hands gripped my biceps harder, sending fire coursing through my body. I pulled back and watched her for a reaction. Her eyes searched mine, and when I saw her nervously bite her lip, I was lost.

I crashed my lips down on hers, sliding one hand to her neck and pulling her close with the other. I pushed against her, yearning for more contact, wanting to feel every inch of her against my burning body. She eagerly kissed me back, and soon I felt her fingers sliding up my arms, down my chest, and then she was pulling at the hem of my black t-shirt. I released her just long enough to pull off the offensive clothing and felt my knees go weak when she replaced her hands on my bare chest. I groaned and buried my face in her neck as she touched me, feeling a bulge in my pants begin to form. I ground my hips into hers, forcing a deep moan from her throat and her hands to grow rigid on my stomach.

“S-Shit,” I growled, nipping at her earlobe. She whimpered beneath my wandering hands as I parted the robe at the bottom and dragged one hand along her thigh. “I want you, Emily. I want to touch you. I want to taste you…” I purred in her ear. Her breathing was ragged and uneven as my fingers trailed along her inner thigh, so close, so close…

“I’m home!” came a completely unaware shout from down the hall.

“Dammit,” I mumbled, though not with lust. Louis was here, and headed our way. I backed up and grabbed my shirt, throwing it over my head and running to hide in the bathroom, as my arousal was painfully obvious. I left Emily standing there to recover and shut the bathroom door just as Louis entered my room.

“Oh, um… was I interrupting something?” I heard him ask. I’ll bet the bastard was smirking.

“Uh, n-no, um, I got lost in the house while Harry was at the store, so I just showered in here, but I didn’t realize it was his room, and I was just leaving… Can you tell me how to get back to my room please? I need to get dressed, and um, like, do my hair, and oh! I’m Emily White. Are you Louis?” I brought my palm to my forehead. She was an awful liar.

“Uh, yeah, pleased to meet you, love,” Lou replied. He gave her directions back to her room, and I heard her practically sprint out the door. “Haz! You were totally feeling her up!” he shouted through the door. I sat for a moment longer before I decided I was composed enough, and opened the door.

“No I wasn't,” I argued. It was a lame argument, but the best I had. I stared out the door, wondering what she was doing at that second. The directions he gave her were shit, so she was probably lost again.

“She talks like nobody I’ve ever heard. If you weren't doing that, then what were you two doing?” Yep, that smirk… I wanted to slap it off his stupid little face.

“Nothing,” I growled, pushing past him and heading to the kitchen. “I got spaghetti for lunch.” My phone rang, and I wasn’t surprised to see Emily pop up on the screen. This time, though, it was skype. “Hey, you’re lost again, aren’t you?” Louis had followed me, and grinned at me from across the kitchen. I flipped him off before returning my attention to Emily.

“Yep. Please help?” she whined, giving me a pouty face. I laughed and set off to find her. Was she really lost? Or was she… I walked faster, ignoring the vulgar remarks Louis was making from the kitchen. I knew where she was by the background of her call. “I skyped you so you could see where I was.” She flipped the camera and showed me her surroundings… She was in the music room. I broke into a dead run, shoving my phone into my pocket, and crashed through the door, reinitiating contact with her body almost immediately. She dropped her phone and lifted her hands, running them through my hair, and it felt better than anything I could have imagined. She tugged my head back and began kissing down my throat, sucking and biting at the tender skin. I groaned as she pushed me back.

“Jump,” I whispered breathlessly, grabbing her just below her bum. She hopped up, and I caught her, wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed my lips and my eyes and my nose as I did the same, frantic for more. I felt awkwardly behind me for the doorknob and pulled it open, never losing contact with her as I clumsily carried her down the hall to her room, having memorized the house years ago. I slammed the door shut and pushed her back against it. I slid my hands up her sides and gently squeezed her perfect breasts, watching with satisfaction as she lolled her head back and moaned.

“Dammit, Harry, I can’t… I need…” I pulled one hand back and undid the hooks on her boot, letting it fall to the floor behind me.

“Say the word,” I breathed. I wanted to know that she wanted this. If I didn’t know that for sure, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. “Please,” I begged. My voice cracked, showing my desperation. The next two words were words that would change our lives forever.

“Rock me.”

Notes

Ok, next chapter is going to be fun...................................................... Bottoms Up by my boy BG is such a good song.