79 - All That You Need Tonight

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Neither of them spoke.

"Argue about what?" I repeated, a little impatiently.

Harry cleared his throat. "She's apologising for being a bitch these last few months. I wasn't being very gracious about it."

"That doesn't answer my question," I said bluntly.

I looked over at Callie, whose eyes were fixed on Harry; an expression of desperation on her face. Harry stared back at her for a moment before looking back at me again.

"Why don't you ask her?" he said.

"Callie?" I prompted, my heart now pounding harder than ever.

"It was just an expression," she muttered. 

"So you weren't arguing?" I challenged. "You just said you didn't want to argue anymore."

"I just meant I'm sorry for being an arse to him. I misjudged him, and I don't want us to be at loggerheads anymore."

I looked over at Harry for confirmation, and he looked at me and shrugged. "Whatever. I don't want any trouble. I've never wanted any trouble."

I couldn't help thinking this was a pointed comment, aimed at Callie.

"Me neither," she said humbly. "Can we start again?"

"Ironic," Harry huffed, with the tiniest eye roll. I stared at him. I'd never seen him behave like this towards anyone before; so undeniably intolerant, and downright rude.

"Harry," I said, softly.

"Fine," he said shortly. "She's your friend. We're cool."

He turned away from both of us and walked back to the table without so much as a backward glance. There was a moment of heavy silence.

"OK... so what was that really all about?" I asked, turning back to Callie and folding my arms across my chest so it wouldn't be obvious that my hands were trembling.

"I guess he's just fed up of me," she said, in a resigned tone. "I don't blame him, really. I've never exactly been his biggest supporter. That must be draining after a while."

I raised an eyebrow at her and pulled a face. "You've changed your tune."

"I know," she sighed, looking away. "I'm trying, I really am. I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend."

"You won't lose me," I assured her, feeling a little confused and putting my arms around her shoulders. "But he makes me happy. We've come so far. He's not going anywhere, but neither am I."

"I get that," she said fervently, hugging me back tightly. "I get it now. I'm on your side, Jess, I swear."

"Come on," I said, releasing her and inclining my head in the direction Harry had just walked, with a smile. "There's a bottle of Prosecco on our table that needs finishing."

"I'll be over in a sec," she said. She stepped back from me and walked over to the bathroom door, and I nodded and made my way back across the restaurant, weaving my way slowly and carefully through the other diners to get to our table. Anne was standing up talking to my mum as I approached, so the seat next to Harry was empty. He was texting on his phone, and as I went to sit down he locked the screen and slid his phone into his pocket out of the way.

"You OK?" I asked, leaning close to him so we wouldn't be overheard.

"Yeah, you?" he asked without looking at me, extending his arm around the back of my chair.

"Yeah," I nodded, wondering whether to bring up the subject of Callie or whether to leave things alone for now. I didn't want to rock the boat right before Harry went away, and I couldn't blame him for being short with Callie. Hadn't he already told me he was fed up with the way she treated him? It sounded as though she was finally coming round, and I didn't want to inflame the situation by pestering him about it. Better to leave things be, and let Callie prove in time that she wasn't the bitch Harry thought she was.

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We said goodbye to my parents, Calvin and all of our friends, and managed to get out of the restaurant, into the cars and back home without being spotted by anyone (as far as we could tell.) I got my clothes ready for work the following day, said goodnight to Anne and Robin (they were staying overnight with us as they were all flying out to LA first thing in the morning) and got into bed while Harry packed a small suitcase for the flight. He usually travelled light, as he had clothes in every location that catered for each climate. I watched as he laid out a white tshirt, an old hoodie, ripped black skinny jeans and a pair of boots to travel in, and threw a few essentials in a black bag with a shoulder strap. 

He stripped down to a pair of tight black boxers and disappeared into the ensuite where I heard the taps running and him brushing his teeth. He emerged a few minutes later with his hair pulled back off his face and a tiny smear of toothpaste in the corner of his mouth. He switched the bedroom light off and climbed into bed beside me, shuffling immediately over to my side of the bed to take me in his arms. I reached up and wiped the toothpaste off, and kissed his lips that now tasted cold and minty.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Hi," he replied, leaning over me and pushing me onto my back so his weight was pressing onto me. "Have you had a good birthday?"

"The best," I nodded, closing my eyes as his lips brushed delicately against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

"What was your favourite part so far?" he murmured against my skin, his hand slowly slipping under my top and his fingers making their way carefully up my body.

"So far?" I repeated, slightly breathlessly, as his thumb ran along the curve of my breast. "Umm...,"  I struggled to think of an answer, but it was hard to concentrate with his mouth now pressing soft kisses onto my collarbone.

"Cat got your tongue?" he whispered, lifting his head to kiss my lips. He nudged his hips forward against mine and I moaned softly.

"Harry," I murmured.

"You make me so hard when you say my name like that," he grunted, thrusting forward again so I could feel the truth in his words.

I wound my fingers into his hair as he kissed me again, and slipped my tongue in his mouth. With one hand he removed his and my underwear, and this time when he pressed his hips to mine I could feel the heat radiating from him, almost throbbing with desire for me.

"Get this off," he muttered, tugging at the hem of my camisole that I wore to bed. I pulled it up and over my head, and he lowered his face, slowly trailing kisses down my chest to swipe his tongue across one nipple while his fingers gently stroked the other, sending a jolt of longing through my body that was so strong it was almost painful.

"Harry," I begged again, and he moaned softly as I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him against me so his tip was pressing gently into me. I lifted my hips up off the bed, desperate for him to be inside me, and he eased slowly in with a soft groan and pressed his lips to mine again.

His breath was hot on my face as he paused for a moment, getting comfortable and propping himself up on his elbows before beginning to move. I moved in sync with him, holding his face close as his tongue glided softly against mine. As his strokes became longer and faster I ran my hands down his back to his buttocks, gripping him tightly and digging my nails gently into his flesh as I could feel my insides tightening, racing towards the explosion I craved.

He dropped his face into my neck, breathing hard as he pounded into me, over and over, harder and harder until finally I reached the peak and cried out in relief. His lips were back on mine in an instant, and my fingers dug into his skin involuntarily as I struggled to control my reactions. He maintained the pace the whole way through until I felt my muscles begin to relax, and only then did he slow and pull back slightly from me. I opened my eyes to see him watching me intently, still gently moving in and out, but surveying me with a serious expression. 

I smiled softly at him and he smiled back, pushing deep inside me and then pausing for a moment to let me catch my breath. My heart was still hammering. He gave me a soft peck on the lips and then drew back. He flared his nostrils at me, his lips pressed together in a faint smirk. "Think you can go again?"

I stared at him. "Did you... have you not...?"

"Not yet," he replied. "I'm close. I want to make you come again."

"Fine by me," I grinned, and he grinned back and kissed the tip of my nose before resuming his movement, but slower and more gently this time. I ran my fingers over his hair, stroking it back from his face and holding a couple of loose strands at the nape of his neck to stop them falling into my eyes. His face grew serious after a minute or so, as his breathing became laboured, and I knew he was struggling to control himself. I pulled his face down hard to mine as I felt myself nearing the edge again, and focussed on the feeling of him inside me; so close to me that he was now part of me; the two of us now one. I squeezed his bum again, pulling him deeper into me and lifting my back off the bed to meet his thrusts until I felt myself tightening around him again.

"Baby... I'm really close," he said in a strangled voice just as I let out another cry of pleasure, and he grunted in satisfaction and relief as he immediately picked the pace up again, driving into me hard and groaning softly after a couple of seconds as his own peak took over.

I finished before he did, and I held him tightly as he eventually slowed to a stop and collapsed on top of me, panting uncontrollably and sweating. He rested his cheek on my shoulder and closed his eyes, slipping out of me but remaining on top of me between my legs, where I stroked his hair gently and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you," I murmured softly.

"Love you too," he mumbled.

I closed my eyes too, sated and relaxed, as sleep beckoned and eventually enveloped us in our tiny little bubble of love.

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