All Again

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
HARRY

Then.

My throat burned as I took another sip of tea.
I winced and waited for the warm liquid to soothe my throat.
"You gonna make it?"
I turned to Liam, the voice behind the question. He was sitting beside me.
Smiling, he patted my back and I coughed.
"Yeah." I said hoarse.
My voice had grown weaker in the last few hours despite me spending most of my day resting.
I hated being sick. Genuinely hated it, and I wasn't even sure where this cold was coming from; though my immune system hadn't always been the greatest.
I took another sip of my warm tea and reached for my phone.
I had to commit to an hour and a half of being here than I could leave.
Taping for the James Corden show started at three and it was now 2:30pm. I had already been here an hour, mixing with the staff and getting instructions from our management team. Now, I was just waiting to get the whole thing over with.
James was a good friend and had already warned us on some of the questions he would be asking, so we had already went the routine script of what to (and not to) say.
It had almost been five years, yet our management team still treated us like we were seventeen at times.
Little did they know, I had enjoyed dinner with James and his wife a few nights before, and we had caught up then, so I wasn't planning on speaking much in today's show either way.
My cold had gotten worse since the previous day and now my throat was even more raspy and I was sure the fans didn't want to hear the congested mess that was coming from my nose and filtering through my voice.
It didn't seem Liam wanted to hear it either.
"You should take some cough drops." Liam suggested beside me, checking on me as usual. "You sound kind of rough."
"No I'm fine." I said, finishing up my tea. "This'll work in a few minutes."
He grew silent as I scrolled through my messages, and quickly sent Becca a text.
*What are you doing?*
I was anxious to get home and meet her and then spend the rest of my night relaxing. I could picture a bed and my TV in the foreseeable future thanks to a lack of sleep, and my cold.
My thoughts moved to the previous night. Last night me and Becca had been up late, pigging out, talking and just enjoying each others company. We hadn't had sex, but there was intimacy in the way she fell asleep in my arms and rested on my chest. Long after I heard her soft breaths signaling she was asleep, I stayed awake, kissing her head and watching the TV in the hotel.
I smiled to myself now as I remembered the small drool she left perfectly perched between my sparrow tattoos.
I glanced at my phone again.
She didn't text back right away so I figured she was still working. I scrolled through my phone texting other friends while I waited for her response. I was a little worried about tonight and possibly getting her sick from our repeated contact, but to be truthful, I was being selfish.
I liked her company and didn't want to be alone- plus, I only had two more weeks in Los Angeles and was planning on spending as much as I could with her.
I didn't know what the future held for our friendship, but in my past experience, it was about to get really rough, really fast.
I wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
I settled back in my seat, closed my eyes and prayed that the cold medicine I had taken an hour ago would finally kick in. Ten minutes later, my name was called along with the other guys and we were being called to the stage.
As we sat through the interview, I let the boys take over, only commenting when asked a specific question or when something was especially funny. James was always a good time so it did go quickly but my mind was venturing elsewhere.
When the interview ended, I checked my phone and saw that Becca had texted me back.
*Staying busy. We have a big crowd today for some reason. How did the taping go?*
*Good. I'm heading back to my house now. Are you still meeting me?*
She texted back seconds later.
*I am. I work until seven tonight, but I'll sneak out to you after.*
*Sounds good. Has any of your family even noticed you've been gone? lol*
*Yes but they don't care. I'm quite responsible you know. :p*
I smiled as I sent the next text, picturing the smile that was probably highlighting her face.
*You're quite a lot of things* I teased back. *And I can't wait to see you*
She sent me a kissy face emoji and for a second I was reminded of Nadine.
We hadn't spoken in two months and if I'm too be honest, I didn't really think about her anymore. Since Becca had found her way into my life she had become the priority and every other girl I was interested in had taken a backseat.
I sent her a smiley face back and wrapped up the conversation promising to see her soon.
I drank some more tea, changed clothes into what I had on earlier, bid farewell to the guys and then hoped back in my Range Rover.
I decided to head to Jeff's job to kill some time. He was a little far from the taping studio but in the general direction I needed to be in.
As I parked and made the familiar trek to his office, I found him huddled behind his desk. He was on his phone finishing up a conversation.
Waving me in, I took a seat and laid my head back on the chair, closing my eyes once again.
The cold medicine was kicking in and helping with my symptoms, but I needed a bed and soon.
"What's up Hersh?" He asked as he hung up the phone.
"Nothing." I mumbled. I crossed my hands and sat them in my lap. I didn't glance his way yet.
He chuckled. "You alright?"
"I'm tired." I said honestly. I opened my eyes slowly and faced him.
"Me too." He said. "This whole day has dragged."
I nodded in agreement.
"How was the taping?" he asked.
"It was alright. Quick."
I fiddled with my fingers and sniffled.
"Where have you been all day?" he asked. He got up from his seat and moved around. "Your house?"
"No. With Becca at the hotel."
He turned to me in curiosity. "Oh...again huh?"
I looked up at him.
"I didn't know you were still staying there."
"Just last night."
"With Becca?"
I grinned. "Obviously."
"You guys are spending a lot of time together aren't you?"
I shook my head no in disagreement. I felt like I barely saw her.
"What are you going to do when the tour starts back up? Still going to hang out?"
I leaned forward and ran a hand through my hair. "I don't know. Maybe. I might fly her out or something. I haven't really thought about it."
"Well would you want to see her?"
"Yeah, for sure. I mean, she's fun."
"What about when we go to London? Are you going to have her come out then?"
"I don't know," and then I smiled. "Why are you asking me so many questions?"
He laughed, throwing his hands up.
"I'm done. I'm just curious."
"Why?" I asked. It wasn't like him to usually care. When I had been dating Nadine, he barely brought her up and when she was around, he was cordial, but mostly uninterested. Since he had met Becca, he had been almost overtly curious about her.
"She just seems... I don't know. There's something about her." He said gently.
He had my full attention. That phrase could go two ways. He could either really hate her, or he could really like her. Both made me uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?" I asked quickly.
"I don't know yet. And I can't decide if I have a really good feeling about her or a really bad one?"
I knew what he meant. There was a pull to her that I was starting to feel, but I still wanted everything to remain casual. She was a good time but in the back of my mind- in a part I was constantly pushing away-something pegged she could be trouble.
I didn't want to admit that yet, so I cleared my throat.
It felt heavy and coated with phlegm.
"I need some tea." I declared. "Do you have some downstairs?"
"Yeah." he said. "I need some coffee myself."
I stood.
"Cool."
I felt my phone buzz.
Pulling it from my pocket, I smiled as Becca sent me a picture message. It was a meme, making fun of my cold.
I started to text her back when Jeff spoke.
"Hey what are you getting ready to do?"
I looked up. "What do you mean?"
"Feel like running somewhere?"
"After I get my tea." I said wryly.
"Let's go to The Art. It's ten minutes away."
A slow smile came across my face; that was Becca's parents coffee shop-and also where she would be right now.
"What?" Jeff asked, reading my face.
"Becca's there." I said.
He smiled back, already knowing my answer.
"Let me get my phone." He said.
I nodded okay.
I looked down at my phone.
I decided against texting her back and would just wait until I saw her to answer.
We talked about minuscule things and possible plans for the weekend. If I wasn't with Becca, we would probably go golfing. My scheduled appearance at the Billboard Music Awards was in a few days and then after, a short break before I headed to London.
When we arrived at the The Art Cafe, I immediately looked for paps. We had been photographed in this area a couple of times, and I didn't feel like the hassle today.
"Fix your hair." Jeff said as we climbed out of his car.
"What?" I asked looking for the pap he must have seen.
"Check your hair." He said and smiled. "For Becca."
I smiled and flicked him off.
We shared a laugh as we entered the cafe.
Immediately my eyes were on the hunt for Becca.
I scanned the decorum; the pictures on the wall, the rich brown counters, the bright white lettering that outlined the menu on a black board ahead of us, but I didn't see her.
It seemed Jeff was looking for her too.
"Is she here?" he asked.
"I don't know. Let's get the drinks." I said.
By now my throat was dryer (if possible) and though I wanted to see Becca, I needed replenishment.
We approached the counter where a young bubbly brunette stared back at us.
Her eyes immediately let me know she recognized me, but that wasn't what kept my attention-it was the eyes; they were familiar.
It was only once that I had seen her, but I was pretty sure it was Becca's sister.
Jeff began to order his usual coffee, while I looked above her and looked at the menu.
I scanned my eyes over the hot tea options: Cinnamon Spice, Citron Green, Mint Verbana, Earl-
"And for you?"
I brought my eyes back to mini Becca and smiled.
Taylor. I think that was her name.
I looked back at the menu.
"Uh can I get a large Mint tea and-" I paused as if I had a sixth sense and brought my eyes back down. At that exact moment, Becca came out the back.
She didn't see us.
She was completely focused and no nonsense as she breezed past us and to one of the machines. I shifted a bit so that I could see her clearer as she partially disappeared behind the space like machines they had. I couldn't exactly see what she was doing, but she appeared to be mixing something further down the counter.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and I could see the edges of a white shirt underneath her black apron. Her ponytail swayed as she moved around and mouthed the words to a LeeAnn Rhimes song that was playing.
I felt myself smile.
So quiet but so bold.
So plain yet so beautiful.
"Harry?" I heard Jeff call beside me and I was brought back to the moment.
I looked back at Taylor who was still waiting on me to finish my sentence. Luckily nobody was waiting behind us.
"Um..." I tried to remember what I was about to order. "Just a water." I said finally since the thought was lost.
"And the tea?"
"Yeah. The mint tea and a water." I confirmed.
I turned back to study Becca, but now her eyes were on me.
Maybe she heard my voice.
Her hazel eyes were alight with confusion.
I smiled at her and she smiled at me, but she didn't move.
Her sister fumbled a bit in front of me, but I kept my attention mainly on Becca. After we paid, we moved down the counter and that was when Becca came over.
"I got it!" Becca called out in reference to our order and I hovered near her by the counter.
As she began Jeff's drink she smiled at me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked gently.
"I wanted some tea." I said simply. "And Jeff wanted some coffee."
"Oh really? And there's no other places in the area?" she teased; her smile wide enough that I could see the faint traces of her dimples.
"You act like you're not glad to see me?" I joked.
She smiled. "No, no... thanks for thinking of us." she said lightheartedly. "We appreciate the business."
I smirked. She reminded me of her mum from months earlier.
"So how is your day going?"
"Good. Better now." she said. "I've needed some eye candy around here."
"Eye candy huh?" I asked. "Aren't you suppose to be focusing on your...ya know...work?"
She shrugged in surrender. "I can't help it if I have handsome customers."
I smiled and turned to Jeff who was further down the counter. He was giving us our privacy, but I knew I needed to wrap the conversation up.
"So... You're off at seven right?" I asked bringing my eyes back to Becca.
She nodded.
"Can I pick you up later, instead of you meeting me?"
"From here?" she asked in confusion.
I nodded. "You can leave your car overnight right? There's a private lot?"
She leaned forward and lowered her voice.
"What's wrong with me meeting you?"
"I want to come get you." I offered. "I don't feel like waiting for you. I already miss you too much." I flirted.
She smiled.
"Um..." she paused looking around. She lifted the drink for Jeff and gestured for him to get it.
"Thanks." he said as he came over and nodded his drink at her.
"You're welcome Sir." she emphasized. Then she went back to work. She began to prepare my tea.
"So?" I asked since she hadn't answered my question.
"That's fine." she said. "But I don't have any extra clothes. I won't have anything to sleep in."
"That definitely won't be a problem." I said and she giggled. I was already imagining her nude in one of my shirts.
Her sister came over suddenly and Becca immediatly tensed.
"Need help?" Taylor asked her sister.
Becca took her eyes off of me and turned to her younger twin.
"Nope." She said. "It's all yours."
She gestured to the machines and seemed to move out of the way.
I was confused when Becca's eyes met mine.
"Well it was nice to meet you." she said quickly to me.
"You too...I guess?" I said with slight hesitation. I didn't get why she was suddenly running away—plus, I still didn't get my answer about picking her up.
I tried to gesture with my eyes for an answer, but Becca wouldn't face me.
"Can you finish it?" she asked her sister.
"Sure thing." Taylor said warmly, keeping her eye on me.
I acknowledged her through a quick facial expression, but her sister was who had my attention.
What was wrong suddenly?
Why was she pushing me off on her sister?
Becca moved away from us and my tea as her sister bent to finish the drink, but not before mouthing some words to me.
"I'll text you." she said so quickly that if I would have blinked, I would have missed it.
Then she was gone, disappearing in the back once more.
I turned to Jeff, still in confusion about what had just happened and he turned from me.
Don't ask me Bro.
Becca Jr. gave me my tea, a playful wink and then we left.
"What was that?" I asked Jeff as we climbed back into his car. "Did you see how Becca acted?"
He just shrugged. "She's your girlfriend. How would I know?"
I almost corrected him but didn't. I took a sip of my tea and shrugged it off.
Becca was something to me, but I just didn't know what yet.
Or, what I exactly wanted her to be.
*************************************
At 6:54pm, I pulled up in front of The Art Cafe. I was still in my clothes from earlier and feeling much better. For the last few hours, I had stayed with Jeff, riding as he completed various errands.
I sent Becca a quick text to let her know I was outside and she texted back to let me know it would be a few minutes.
Her sister had already left at five, and her mother wasn't working so I wasn't worried about any of her family seeing me.
As I waited, I sent a few texts to friends and to my assistant.
Then I got a text from my friend Grace, inviting me to dinner.
I called her back. After small talk, I explained I couldn't come.
"I'm with someone, I can't."
"You already promised earlier this week. You're coming." She said stubbornly.
She spouted off the address, which was surprisingly about twenty minutes from us.
"I hear you," I told her. "But I can't. I'm with my friend and I made plans with her."
"Well if its dinner plans just bring her along. Just show your face for a half hour then you can go. I leave town in two days Harry and you promised you would stop by this time around."
I sighed playfully. We had been friends for a while, and I hadn't seen her in a couple of months due to our schedules. I had been pushing her off and I knew over the next few days I would be too busy to see her.
"I'll see you next time-" I started again.
She immediately cut me off, laying on the guilt trip.
"You owe me." she explained. "Do I need to list how?"
Rolling my eyes, I caved.
"Fine. We'll stop by." I said. "But only if she says its alright."
"She will. Whoever she is." she said.
"I'll call you back." I said as I saw Becca heading towards me.
I disconnected the call as Becca climbed in.
"Hey you." She said with a warm smile. Her apron from earlier was now off and she replaced it with a jacket.
"Hey." I said starting my car.
"Sorry for the wait. I had to close down one of the registers."
"No worries." I said and turned to her. "Are you hungry?"
"Actually yeah. I've been nibbling on muffins all day. What are you thinking?"
"Well, a friend of mine actually invited us to dinner. They're like twenty minutes away if you want to go." I said. "It's an Italian place."
"A friend?" she asked turning to me, as if that was the only word she caught.
"Yeah her name is Grace. I kind of promised her a few days ago that I would meet her before I leave town...Would that be okay?" I asked hesitantly. I was sure she would prefer one on one time.
"Um.." she said turning from me.
"I know you probably want to be alone, and we will be," I said quickly. "It's just I told her I would and-"
"You know what I'm learning about you Harry?" she asked cutting me off. Her voice was soft.
"What?" I asked.
"You're a people pleaser."
"I'm a what?"
"A people pleaser." she said facing me again.
I turned from her. I didn't know if that was an insult or a compliment.
"But that's okay." she continued. "We can go. I'm hungry. Besides, I really like your friends Jeff and Glenne and if she is like them then, more the merrier."
"Well she's a little different." I said honestly. "She's very nice though. She's the lead singer of The Pink Slips."
"Never heard of them." she said.
"You'll like her." I reassured.
I drove the short distance to the restaurant and we discussed her day more in depth.
"How's your cold? You feeling alright?" she asked.
"I'm feeling great actually." I said. "A couple of hours ago I really wanted my bed, but now...I'm quite okay." I said facing her.
"Damn. So I missed the train?" she teased.
I smiled.
"Well I mean I was planning on getting you into my bed a little bit later if that excites you."
"That does excite me." she said grinning. "That sounds like where I should be."
I chuckled and she just smiled.
I pulled up to the restaurant and we both got out.
I gave my keys to the valet.
"Do you think when we're ready to leave, you could maybe pull it in the back and we could meet you there?" I asked the gentleman who took my keys.
"Of course."
"Thanks mate." I said as Becca met me. "Ready?" I asked her.
She nodded and I led her in the restaurant. I had already texted Grace to let her know we were coming, so she met us midway.
I quickly did introductions and then she led us over to the table.
From there, there were more introductions and Becca took a seat beside me. We settled in quickly after Becca ordered an appetizer (that we shared). We remained polite during the dinner, but with the looks Becca was giving me, I was aware she would rather be somewhere alone with me.
So within the hour, we were leaving.
The valet pulled my car around to the back, but it didn't help what I already predicted would happen.
Since we were at a popular restaurant in the Glen Centre, some fans met me around the back.
Becca must have remembered my instructions in Thailand, because she went right to the car, not stopping and climbed in.
I posed with a few fans, hugged them and apologized if I got anyone sick from our close contact.
The fans were very sweet and after I bid everyone goodnight, I climbed in my car.
"Thank you." I said as I pulled out of the narrow alleyway.
"For what?"
"Remembering what to do. You just moved out of the way and got in the car, that was great." I said honestly.
"Do you think any of the girls got my picture?"
"No." I said honestly. "But I wouldn't be surprised if its on Twitter that I was with a girl."
"Like what? 'Harry was with a girl tonight. They went to dinner. Sound the alarms.'" she said, mimicking a news article.
"Yeah, exactly like that."
She smiled. "So you're a creeper?"
"What do you mean?"
"When fans meet you...you read what they say don't you?"
"No...well...maybe...maybe sometimes." I said with a mischievous smile.
She turned away from me and dug through her purse.
"Well either way that's not so bad. I could be an assistant or something right? If it comes down to it?"
"You'd be a very hot assistant. We'd never get any work done." I pointed out. "But yeah, you could."
We took the forty five minute drive to my house. When we entered, I led her straight to my bedroom, and after the removal of clothes, and exchanging of my t-shirt, we climbed in the bed, and I settled into her.
Resting my head on her chest, I wrapped my arm around her body and closed my eyes.
My TV was on, but I don't think either of us were seriously watching or listening to it.
"This is all I've wanted all day." I said.
"To be on top of me?" she joked.
"Yeah of course." I said with a grin. I inhaled her Vanilla perfume and gathered some of her soft hair in between my fingers.
She ran her hands through my curls and I gently kissed her skin.
"You're softer than a pillow ya know?" I mumbled into her neck.
I felt the curve of her mouth pull into a smile.
"Your hair is so soft." she said. "It's like perfection. What godly products do you use?"
I lifted my head and faced her.
I didn't answer her question. I was paused by our eyes locking.
I trailed my hands along the lines of her face studying her. I was growing quite fond of the wide eyes, slender nose and full pink lips. I couldn't imagine any guy getting tired of ever looking at her. I sure wasn't.
"I love your eyes." I said as I peered in them.
They were entrancing up close and held so much warmth. The unique swirl of brown and green was a perfect contrast to the rest of her oval face.
"I love your green eyes." she said back with a light smile.
I leaned towards her for a quick kiss, and she met me.
As our lips touched, I knew immediately it was going to be hard to pull away.
I really didn't want to get Becca sick, but it seemed she didn't too much care.
She placed her hand on the back of my head, and let her tongue enter my mouth. I kissed back, teasing her mouth with my own.
"Those lips are so amazing." she said as our kiss broke.
I bent and trailed soft kisses on her neck.
I was pretty much naked in just my boxers and she was wearing one of my oversized t-shirts and her underwear.
I let my hands trail up her body until I removed the shirt off of her.
"Well that didn't last long." she joked.
I silenced her by leaning and kissing her again and she moaned against my mouth.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked a second later.
"Yeah." I mumbled against her collarbone, gently moving my mouth on her skin.
"Can you get it?"
"I'm sick." I reminded her.
"I don't care." she said. "Go get it."
Her tone was playfully demanding and I looked back at her in amusement.
I smiled. "Jeez, so anxious."
"I've missed you. I need you inside of me."
Her voice was now filled with lust. I didn't face her.
Instead I moved my hands down and rested them above her panties. They were already soaked. She wasn't lying.
Remaining silent, I cupped her panties in my hand and pulled them down her legs.
Then, I lifted off the bed to grab a condom.
As I pulled it out of the mantle and adjusted it on myself, she watched me.
"You're staring." I remarked as I rolled the condom on me completely.
She sat up on her elbows.
Our eyes met.
"I'm staring and drooling actually." She said with a girlish smile.
I smiled and looked at her chest. The angle of the way she was sitting making her breasts in her bra look amazing.
I went over to her and climbed on top, but she put her hands on me, stopping me.
"No." she said softly. "I want to be on top tonight."
I didn't protest and smiled as she gently pushed me down and climbed on top of me.
My hands found their way to her bra, releasing her breasts. I threw it somewhere to the side. Then my hands found her hips and I looked up at her.
"Beautiful." I said gently.
She smiled and placed me inside of her.
We both gave a sigh of relief as she lowered herself on me.
Her hands found mine on her hips and she removed them, pushing them above my head.
She leaned down giving me a soft kiss.
"Try not to touch me." she said. "Just lay back and enjoy it."
I didn't know immediately what she meant, but she began to roll her hips slowly on me.
I laid my head back on the pillow and enjoyed her movements.
She moved very slow and sensually, rolling and rocking her hips in different positions.
"That feels so good." I said honestly, realizing at that moment how much I had missed being inside of her too.
"Yeah?" she asked breathlessly. She still had my hands above my head and our fingers were interlaced.
On instinct I wanted to move my hands to her hips, but she wanted control, and I was succumbing.
She knew what she was doing.
She would speed up enough to build my orgasm, but then slow down to delay it.
She was extremely wet and tight, and I knew even with the slow movement of her rhythms, I was going to come quickly. I shut my eyes, and pushed my head into the pillow.
I bit my lip, fighting an internal battle with my body to hold on.
I wanted to last for her, but she was making it extremely hard- pun intended.
"Damn it Bec." I panted, feeling the familiar rise in my body.
She whimpered on top of me, feeling her own source of pleasure.
Soon, she was letting my hands go, and bringing them down to rest on my chest.
She was such a beautiful sight. Her eyes closed, and her face scrunched in ecstasy; all because of me.
"I'm close." I said watching her.
Her hips finally began to speed up and she bounced up and down on me bringing us both to our own little climax.
"Fuck Harry." she groaned, throwing her head down in defeat so all of her hair fell on my chest.
It was a slight tickle against my skin as she continued to rock and enough to bring me over the edge.
Finally, I gripped her, bucking my hips and matching her actions until we came together.
We both said each others name until she collapsed on top of me completely. One hand moved to the back of her head and the other continued to rest on her hip.
As we caught our breaths, she mumbled, "What are you doing to me..."
I smiled and ran my hands through her hair, lifting her to meet my eyes.
"Same." I said as our eyes locked and she gave me a wide smile.
She kissed my nose, and then unhooked her legs from around me, falling beside me.
Removing and tying the filled condom, I tossed it, then immediately resumed my previous spot and laid on her chest. I rested my head in the curve of her neck.
I could still hear her heart beating rapidly but it was soothing to me.
It was apart of the soundtrack we had made together.
Her hand rested on my back and the other traced my arm.
There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, as we fell from our bliss.
Then in the softest and sweetest tone, she spoke.
"You still didn't give me the stories."
My eyes found my arm that she was tracing with her short and pink manicured nails.
"You want them now?" I asked.
"Sure."
"Pick one." I said nodding towards my arm that was still draped around her and covered in ink.
"What was your first one?"
I lifted my arm and showed her my five point star.
"This one." I said. "Though I didn't get it filled in until later."
"And what does it mean?" she asked.
"I got it for the boys." I said. "Five points. Five boys."
I sat up and completely faced her.
Her eyes trailed me. "So many...I don't know where to start."
I just smiled.
She started at my left collarbone. "I'll go in order of appearance."
"Whatever you want love."
"This G." Her hands flicked the top left of my shoulder.
"Gemma. My sister."
"1957."
"One of my parent's birthday,"
I brought my hand up.
"And this is the other."
I pointed to the other side of my chest.
"Aww family man."
"Always." I said with a smile.
She trailed two hands over my sparrows.
"These."
"I don't really remember when I got them. I had a different tattoo and I wanted to cover it, and they seemed cool."
"I love them."
She sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself in the process. She looked down at my butterfly tattoo, but I looked down at her and the sheet she had just covered herself with.
I pulled it from her and her eyes met mine. She immediately moved to pull the sheet back up.
"Don't. I want to see you."
"You've seen me."
She smiled and brought the sheet back up, clutching tighter.
"No." I said bringing it back down. "Don't Becca. You're too beautiful to cover up."
"You're supposed to think I'm beautiful. You just had sex with me. Your opinion is a little biased."
I smiled.
"Believe me, I'm not the only one who sees your beauty. I'm still trying to understand how it's in my bed right now."
She blushed.
"Seriously though," I said continuing. "I want you to be comfortable with me."
"I am." she said.
I looked down at the clutched sheet.
"You sure about that?" I asked.
She cut me a look and sighed.
Slowly she dropped the sheet, exposing herself again.
"Only because I like you." she mumbled.
I trailed my finger over one of her raised nipples and smiled. "Thank you."
I looked back at her and her smooth unmarked skin; her curves perfect.
"Would you ever get a tattoo?"
"Probably not."
"You don't like them?" I asked.
"No I just don't love anything enough to have it permanently on my skin...but I mean...who knows the future."
I brought my finger down that was trailing on her skin and circled her belly button.
"If you do, get it right here." I said tapping her hip.
She giggled. "Why?"
"It'll be sexy."
"Right on my hip huh?"
"Yeah. There's an advantage to a spot like that too. It'll be like a hidden spot, that only you know about. Or someone like me." I said honestly. "Like a little secret between two." I said.
"Hm...well...deal. If I ever get a tattoo, I will get it right there...on this hip." She said tapping the previous spot.
"And I'll be the first one you show it too right?"
She smiled. "Well I don't know. My future husband might not like that too much."
"Hey.." I drawled, wrapping my arms around her and laying on top of her again "Don't talk about another guy." I teased. "You're with me now."
She smiled. "Am I?"
I didn't answer verbally and kissed her. A slow, soft kiss.
Once more her hands went to my hair and I wrapped myself around her.
I was in complete bliss.

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