P.S.

Harry peered out the window as the plane taxied towards the gate, trying to get a glimpse of Olivia’s hometown. He had been here once before, but his mind had been so preoccupied with saving his relationship when he last visited four years ago, he didn’t focus on the small city she grew up in.

He couldn’t wait to see his girl. She’d only just come back into his life, a week was an eternity without her and the last few nights of the tour seemed to go on forever. Harry found it difficult to focus on the shows and put his best foot forward, but he reminded himself that the fans had been waiting ages to see the band and none of them cared if he was missing Olivia. So, since the band promised the fans their best night ever, he tried to give them just that. Judging by the cheers, screams and standing ovations the North American fans had given them, they’d succeeded.

As excited as he was, Harry was also nervous. Olivia’s sister had a big mouth and it wouldn’t have surprised Harry if she told Olivia’s parents of his indiscretion so many years ago. He wanted so badly to make a good impression on them; he hoped his past stupidity wouldn’t hinder his chances. A part of him, however, almost hoped Stephanie had told her parents. Even though Olivia deserved to hear Harry’s secret from his own mouth, he didn’t want to be the one to tell her. But he knew he had to.

Though the airport was small, it seemed to take forever to get to the gate, but finally the plane bumped against the terminal and the doors opened. As there were only a half dozen passengers on the small prop plane, Harry was able to grab his carry on and quickly vacate the plane. He tried to not push his way off the plane, but he couldn’t wait to see Olivia.

Harry hadn’t expected the airport to be busy when he landed after 9 o’clock at night, but it surprised him to see the only terminal all but shut down for the night, save for a few custodians bustling around. He realised he liked it. The airports in New York or London were always so busy, so crowded. Harry liked that he could just breeze through this airport – and, as he cleared customs in Calgary, he could do just that.

He spotted Olivia the moment he rounded the corner into the terminal. However, even if they were at Heathrow or JFK, he’d have easily spotted her in a massive crowd of people. Their faces broke out in simultaneous smiles as they caught sight of each other. Harry quickened his pace – he wouldn’t run, as Olivia would tease him mercilessly about acting like a rom-com leading man, but his strides were longer than normal.

Harry dropped his bag to the floor and swept Olivia up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him, breathing him in as they silently embraced one another. Their bodies melded together in the familiar way and while their lips yearned to touch, the comforting embrace was what they both needed.

The week without Harry was torture. The rekindled romance brought on opinionated questions and musings from Denise. In an attempt to avoid her, Olivia spent much of her time at her sister’s house. It was a testament to Denise’s attitude that Olivia would rather spend time in Jessica’s loud, dirty home than in her quiet, clean childhood home.

Denise had also taken to searching Harry’s name online. Upon her discoveries, she asked Olivia tasteless questions about his past relationships, his lavish lifestyle and the cult-like Larry obsession. Olivia hoped her mother had enough tact to refrain from asking Harry the same questions, but she wouldn’t hold her breath.

She wouldn’t tell Harry though. He was already nervous enough about spending time with Olivia’s family; she didn’t need to make it worse by telling him he had his work cut out for him with Denise. Though, she supposed she should at least warn him.

“Mmm… I missed you, sweetheart…” Harry murmured into Olivia’s hair. He squeezed her against him, feeling as though she would never be close enough. He reminded himself they were in a public place and he needed to keep his hormones and desires in check. With this in mind, Harry slowly released Olivia before cupping her face between his hands and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. “That tastes like one more,” he determined in a husky voice, allowing himself to kiss her one more time. He would show her how much he missed her – and then some – once they were alone.

“Tastes like a whole bunch more,” Olivia corrected with a cheeky smirk. She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. “So let’s get your piles of suitcases I’m sure you brought and get out of here.”

Harry snickered and shook his head. “This is it,” he replied, gesturing to the single carry on laying at his feet. He met Olivia’s sceptical eyes and laughed again. “Seriously!” he insisted. “Took a page out of your minimalist book, love,” he added, ducking his head for another kiss. “Besides, you once promised me I wouldn’t shit my pants three times a day, so…” He trailed off and shrugged. “I‘m hoping you‘re right!”

Olivia shook her head in amazement. Harry was notorious for over packing, bringing countless outfits he didn’t even wear. She expected him to bring half his wardrobe, Gucci belts and vintage blazers to her parent’s home in small-town Canada. “I… think I might be speechless!” Olivia said with awe, pressing her hand to her chest dramatically.

Harry nudged his hip against her. “Finally!” he teased, pressing his hands together as though he was thanking a higher power. He laughed as she scowled at him and he picked up his bag before wrapping his arms around Olivia’s waist. “But I do sort of like when you’re a bit of a loud mouth,” he whispered into her ear, his groin stirring at the thought of the actual meaning of his words.

Olivia snickered. “Down, boy…” she cooed, allowing her hand to graze against the front of Harry’s pants. She loved teasing him in public. She only wished Harry had agreed with her when she suggested they stay at a hotel for a couple days versus staying in the confines of her parent’s home. Harry had convinced himself her parents would know exactly what sort of x-rated shenanigans they were getting up to in a hotel room and didn’t want to appear disrespectful to her parents. Olivia wondered how bending her over and fucking her in her childhood bedroom was somehow more respectful, but Harry had his reasons and she didn’t ask.

Harry let out a growl and took Olivia’s hand as they walked towards the exit. “You like it,” he told her.

Olivia shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant. “Eh, maybe so…” she replied, squeezing his hand. “Y’know, it’s not too late to get a hotel…” she added innocently. “Got some special loud mouth words saved up, just for you…”

Harry groaned. “Shut up,” he instructed as they stepped out of the airport. “If we get a hotel, your parents will know what we’re doing! I don’t want them to know that! They’ll hate me…” he determined, unsure if they already did.

Olivia laughed. His concern for her parent’s approval was rather cute. Annoying, but cute. “I’m pretty sure my parents know I’m not a virgin,” Olivia told Harry. “Pretty sure they know that you’ve damn near broke my back with this thing, too…” she added, elbowing Harry in the side before covertly touching his crotch.

“How would they know that?!” Harry asked, alarmed. “You didn’t tell your mom details about our… canoodling… did you?”

Olivia stopped and faced Harry, a grin forming on her face. “First of all…” she said, holding up a finger. “Uhm… canoodling?!” She shook her head. “You really are a grandpa,” she teased, pressing a kiss against his cheek. He was so adorable. “Secondly…” Olivia continued. “My mother criticises what kind of cereal I eat… so no, I definitely don’t tell her anything about our… special touching time…”

Harry snickered. “Special touching time?” he repeated. “And I’m the grandpa?”

Olivia nodded, fishing her keys from her pocket. “Too bad we won’t be able to do any canoodling or special touching time while we’re at my parents…” she told him, lying, of course, but she enjoyed teasing Harry too much.

Harry’s jaw fell. “Not even a teeny bit?” he whined, dropping his bag at the back of Olivia’s car before pulling her into an embrace. “You like it…” he mumbled against her neck, pushing his pelvis against her. “Right?” he asked, swaying his hips in a thrusting motion.

“Oh, but you’re so concerned about respecting my parents…” Olivia countered, running her fingertips along Harry’s back for a moment before pulling away from him. “Probably best if you sleep in a different bedroom, even…” she added, smirking at Harry as she opened the back of the car. “Then they’ll know for sure there’s no hanky-panky going on.”

Harry frowned. She was right, of course, but he was almost certain she was teasing him. “You better be kidding,” he told Olivia, hoisting his bag into the back of her car. He slammed the hatch shut and smirked at Olivia. “I doubt you would ever make me sleep so far away from you, when you’re easily the horniest one out of the two of us.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Get in the car, idiot,” she instructed. “Don’t be thinking you can grab at my boobs while I’m driving, either,” she added as Harry climbed into the passenger seat beside her, her tone telling him to do exactly what she’d instructed him not to do.

“Hmm…” Harry mused as he fastened his seatbelt. “Well, that’s fair…” he replied, gently massaging Olivia’s thigh. “Wouldn’t want you to drive distracted or anything like that…” Olivia was far better at teasing than Harry was, but he could still play in the minor league of her game.

Olivia started the car. “Exactly,” she answered with a nod. She stretched her arm towards Harry. “Can you help me take off my jacket?” she asked, pulling her arm out of the sleeve as Harry gripped the cuff of her jacket. She pulled her other arm out and tossed the jacket in the backseat, revealing a tank top tight across her breasts.

Harry glowered at Olivia, knowing exactly what she was up to. “Fuck you,” he told her, watching as she fastened her seatbelt, the strap settling in the valley between her breasts. His semi was officially at full mast, stretching uncomfortably in his jeans. There was no way Harry would be able to keep his hands off of her.

“What?” Olivia asked innocently. She smoothed the fabric across her chest, letting her hands linger against her breasts for a moment longer than necessary before pulling out of the parking stall. She felt herself growing more and more turned on, and she hoped Harry wouldn’t take too long to touch her.

Harry huffed out a sigh, shifting his position as he tried to give his erection some relief. “You’re a real brat, sweetheart…” he told Olivia, his fingertips grazing slowly up her arm. Even though it was dark outside, he saw goosebumps along her skin.

“What?” Olivia asked again. “It’s a warm evening! I was hot in my jacket, so I took it off. It’s not my fault every little thing turns you on,” she added teasingly.

“Mm-hmm…” Harry hummed, unconvinced. “If you’re so warm, why do you have goosebumps? And also…” he continued before Olivia could answer him. “I wouldn’t exactly call these ‘little things’,” he told her, dragging his fingers from Olivia’s arm to the top of her chest, gently caressing the valley between her breasts.

Olivia let out a quiet sigh, her hips swaying slightly in her seat as she tried to focus on the road ahead of her. She realised she wasn’t so worried about just crashing, but crashing without fucking Harry again. It didn’t surprise her how quickly they were able rediscover their passionate compatibility after being apart. Their sexual compatibility was never an issue in their relationship. Even when Harry drove her crazy, she still wanted him. They had years of other issues to discuss and work out, but their sex life was something that didn’t need to be on that list. It was a relief, but Olivia still found herself apprehensive about discussing the rest of the issues they both chose to table for the time being.

Harry laughed at Olivia’s moan. “Thought you didn’t want me to touch these,” he taunted, his fingers circling around her protruding nipple.

“I might have lied…” Olivia admitted. She let out another, louder moan, as Harry came closer to her sensitive nub.

“Obviously,” Harry snickered, pinching her nipple between his fingers. He watched Olivia’s face as he massaged her nipple. He loved getting her so turned on. “Still planning on making me sleep in a different room?”

Olivia gripped the wheel, concentrating on the empty, straight road in front of her. “If you keep distracting me, we might not even make it to the house,” Olivia told Harry. “Because I might crash!” she quickly added before Harry could interject. “Not because we pull over on the side of the road.”

“Can we?” Harry whined. He pulled his attention from Olivia for a moment, glancing out the windshield. “Look!” he exclaimed, gesturing. “There’s no one around! No houses… you know you want to…” he teased. Olivia wouldn’t pull over, and Harry wouldn’t expect her to – they were far from teenagers stealing Mom’s car and heading up to Lookout Point – but God, he wanted her to.

Olivia scoffed, shaking her head. “Oh, you think you’re so persuasive,” she told Harry. Though pulling into an empty parking lot and letting him have his way with her was a tempting thought, she would have to resist. She glanced sideways at Harry. “If you promise to keep quiet, I might let you canoodle me a bit when we get home,” she added. There was never any question she would get frisky with Harry in her parent’s house, but she liked to make him sweat.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. “You better!” he grumbled. “You and your fucking tits really aren’t playing fair right now!” He was only half-joking.

Olivia laughed. “I know,” she admitted, reaching out for Harry’s hand. “You poor baby…” she cooed, clucking her tongue with mock sympathy. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, though… We’re almost there.”

“Really?” asked Harry, forgetting to whine for a moment as he peered out the window. “I thought we had to cross a bridge…” he said, surprised he remembered such a miniscule detail about the last time he was in town.

Olivia shook her head. “No,” she answered, his memory about the last time he visited causing her to feel slight discomfort. “That was, uh… my old house was over the bridge, but my parents are right up here,” she added, hating the memory of Harry’s past visit and the breakup that ensued. She wished they could go back in time and never break up, despite being together again now.

“Oh,” Harry answered. He squeezed Olivia’s hand, sensing her discomfort. “Well, good… I don’t care much for bridges, anyway,” he joked, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

“You’re cute,” Olivia answered with a laugh. She pushed the awkward memories out of her mind. They both wished they hadn’t lost the past years, but they couldn’t go back and change it. They could only move forward and keep their feelings and thoughts vocalised. “It’s kind of weird to talk about when you were here before, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed simply. “It wasn’t quite my favourite trip ever,” he added with a dry chuckle. He leaned across his seat and pressed a soft kiss against Olivia’s cheek. “And I know it wasn’t yours. But… we can’t change that one, can we?” He watched as Olivia shook her head. “So we’ll just keep moving forward and uh… make this trip obviously better than the last one. Deal?” he asked, holding out his hand for Olivia to shake.

Olivia chuckled, ignoring Harry’s hand for a moment as she pulled into the driveway. “Deal,” she agreed, taking his hand. He was right; and he had such a way of reassuring Olivia and calming her thoughts. Even if they were thinking the same, Harry’s words made her thoughts seem sensible and feasible.

He squeezed her hand, letting out an exhale as he took in the house before them. “So… this is home, huh?” he stated. The split-entry house was a simple, cookie-cutter suburban dwelling. The large front yard was open to the sidewalk, a single oak tree in the middle. An open air garage connected the gravel driveway to the backyard and while the neighbouring homes were close, they didn’t feel to be on top of one another like the homes Harry owned. Across the quiet street stood an elementary school, the jungle gym and swings a stone’s throw from Olivia’s childhood home.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “You go to school there?” he asked, picturing sweet, school-aged Olivia riding her bike through the school yard, or pumping on the swings as high as she could, her dark brown pigtails flying behind her. After a moment, he realised the little girl he pictured wasn’t Olivia, but his and Olivia’s child. It wasn’t a new thought – he’d been thinking about having kids with Olivia since he first met her – but being in her hometown brought on a stronger feeling. Picturing his daughter – identical to Olivia, of course, with maybe only his musical talent because Lord knew she couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket – swinging on the suburban swings warmed his heart.

Olivia nodded, stepping out of the car. “I did,” she answered, meeting Harry at the back of the car. “Kissed a boy for the first time there, like… way over by that shed thing…” she told him, pointing through the darkness. “His name was Seth, and he complimented my skinny chicken legs so… what’s a girl to do?” she wondered with a laugh, opening the hatch.

Harry snickered. “Atta boy, Seth,” he teased, letting out a low whistle as he pulled his suitcase from the car. “What are you going to give me if I compliment your skinny chicken legs?” he wondered, squeezing Olivia’s bottom.

“Hmm… a pair of glasses to start,” Olivia teased. “And then… well, let’s go inside and find out…” she told him, taking Harry’s hand and leading him through the dark garage. A short, narrow staircase at the end of the garage led them into the basement of the house, but before Olivia could open the door, Harry stopped short in his tracks.

“Wait,” he hissed. “Are we… visiting with your parents tonight?” He knew visiting was the entire reason for the trip, but he had an uncomfortable situation growing in his pants and he didn’t think he could sit through any conversation with Mark and Denise Hayes with thoughts of fucking their daughter racing through his mind.

Olivia snickered. “While you’ve got this third arm situation going on?” she asked, reaching down and cupping Harry’s hardening manhood. “Definitely not. Even though it would be funny…” she mused thoughtfully. When Harry let out an indignant scoff, Olivia laughed. “Oh, calm down… they were in bed before I even left!” she assured him. “Come on…”

She took Harry’s hand and led him though the darkened basement. While Olivia could manoeuvre through thirty years of Hayes family heirlooms, Harry couldn’t see a thing. Finally, she flicked a switch and light flooded the basement. Harry quickly realised Olivia was not about to give him the grand tour as she pushed open another door.

“Bathroom is over there,” she said, pointing across the hall before closing the bedroom door behind them. He hardly had time to acknowledge before Olivia wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him close. Her hand travelled down his side to the hem of his shirt before letting her fingers dance against his bare back, his soft skin intoxicating.

Harry chuckled against Olivia’s lips. “Not wasting any time, are you?” he teased, raising his arms and looking at her expectantly.

Olivia tugged Harry’s shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. “I don’t want to waste time with you…” Olivia answered, her voice a whisper as her words meant more than just her haste to disrobe him. It may have seemed odd or hurried to anyone else, considering she’d been engaged such a short time ago, but taking their time wasn‘t Harry and Olivia’s style.

“You’re cheesy, honey,” Harry teased, taking Olivia’s face in his hands. “But neither do I,” he answered, his voice as low as hers as he rubbed his thumb against her cheek before ducking his head to meet her lips in a soft kiss. “So… that being said…” He raised his eyebrow as he tugged on Olivia’s shirt. “Your turn…”

He only hoped he could be quiet.

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