"You think I'd leave your side, baby? You know me better than that. You think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees? I wouldn't do that."

Chapter Theme Song: 'By Your Side' by Sade.

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Harmony

I scour through my English notebook, my pen propped in my mouth, brows scrunched as I read through the article our lecturer is on.

Then the sweet scent of Blaze meets my nose, as he sits in the chair next to me, placing his bag on the desk.

I smile, even before turning my gaze away from my book. I glance at our lecturer, who's currently jotting on the whiteboard with green-inked marker, then back at a smirking Blaze.

Today he's wearing that green long-sleeved shirt he'd worn to class on the first day of school. The one I'd sketched him wearing that same night at my dorm.

"You're late..." I whisper with a smile. "What have you been up to?"

"James. He wanted help with his Economics worksheet." He dramatically rolls his neck as he takes his book from his bag, and I dramatically gasp.

"Blaze helping someone?" I see him smile, his eyes trained on his pencil case. "Ooh, keep it up..."

He chuckles quietly, and I recall a time when he'd laugh as loud as he wanted in class. "What'd I miss?"

"Just notes."

"Oh, my kiss..." He leans over and quickly pecks my lips with his. A girl across from us is looking over with a flushed face, when she glances away, I smack Blaze on his arm.

"We're in class..."

Mr. Dixon, our lecturer, spins around, scratching his forehead with his marker. He starts going over what he's written on the board, and Blaze leans back, swaying his splayed knees from side to side. I keep watching him out the corner of my eyes, blushing so hard, my face hurt. God, class was so boring without him... Now that he's here, all the sleep has left me.

I reach for my pen to start jotting down my notes, when I feel a warm touch on my knee. I'm wearing a skirt today with a really cute off-the-shoulder top that, again, April got for me. I really like it.

With my pen in my mouth, I glance down at where Blaze's fingers are lingering on my knee, his thumb stroking me there gently. When I look over at him, he's focused ahead, occasionally nodding at whatever Mr. Dixon is saying.

I swallow and shift a little in my chair. He's not planning on, is he...

His finger starts to trail higher, and my eyes widen as I shift around again. I look over at him, but he's doing everything he can to not look at me.

His hand slides higher up my front until he gets to the waistband of my tights. I gulp and squeeze my pen tightly between my fingers, keeping my eyes trained on Mr. Dixon, but his figure is now blurry from me squinting my eyes.

Blaze slides his palm inside of my tights and underwear, and the feel of his hand against my skin causes my throat to tighten.

"Open..." he whispers in a hoarse voice, still staring ahead of him, and I obey.

As soon as I open my legs, he parts me with his forefinger. I hear him sigh when he discovers how wet I am. My fingers are about to grow callouses from the way I'm holding my pen.

"So wet, aren't you?" He whispers, perching a hand over his mouth.

He slides a finger inside of me, then another, and I spread my legs wider, my arms and legs shaking. I bite my lip hard to fight a moan as he begins to stroke me with his fingers. The air conditioners are high in the theatre, the hum of them drowning out the sounds of my arousal and the uncontrollable sighs leaving my mouth.

Blaze plunges his digits in and out of me, long, slow strokes that have me sweating out of my skin. I sigh and lean forward, trying to keep my focus on Mr. Dixon, but he's suddenly speaking Chinese.

"Right, Ms. Skye?"

I jump, but Blaze doesn't let up, only slow his motions, as my lecturer gazes in our direction.

"Harmony?" Mr. Dixon prods, and I squirm while Blaze's bag on the desk conveniently blocks what's happening underneath.

"Uh-I'm sorry, sir, what was," Blaze rubs my clit. "Uh-W-What did you say?"

A few giggles erupt, and Blaze starts going faster, and I feel my seat becoming wet. I breathe quietly, leaning even more into the ridge of my desk. My climax is approaching as my teacher repeats.

"I was saying you did well on the last assignment and if you'd like to read the essay to the class next session?"

"Uh, yeah..." I squeak, and hang my head. Oh, God...

"Ms. Skye?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, yeah..." I say, meeting his perusal, feeling my legs trembling. A burst of light exploded behind my vision, and Mr. Dixon nods absentmindedly and turns to the board.

I drop my head on the desk, pushing my bag in front of my red face as I come undone completely. I put my hand on the desk and bite hard into my skin as my thighs squeeze together, trapping Blaze's fingers inside of me.

He slips his fingers out of me, brings his cool lips to my ear, and says: "You owe me one..." And then he smiles and leans back.

••

After class, Blaze takes me by the hand, and I giggle at the reminiscence of what just happened, in front of our lecturer, without his knowledge. Blaze can be so naughty at all the wrong timings!

"Blaze Xander, you know I'm gonna kill you for what you just did!" I say, punching him on his arm.

"Please do when you get on top of me again, Harmony Xander..."

He keeps saying my name then adding his last name at the end, almost like he's indirectly telling me he wants to marry me or something...

When he sees how red I am, he chuckles. "What?"

I shake my head, hugging my books to my chest. "Honestly, where are you taking me?"

Blaze smiles and puts his warm arm around my neck. A group of girls passes us in the aisle, peering between the both of us. Gawks and frowns. My back stiffens a little in discomfort, but Blaze doesn't seem to care for them as he leans down and kisses my temple. I never used to like PDAs, but now I don't mind it at all.

"Where are you taking me..." I push him away playfully, pretending to be wiping his saliva off my face. His breath smells like the minty gum he was chewing all through English class.

"To my dorm..." He grins.

"Your dorm?" I raise a brow. "James and the girls are waiting for us at the Caf, aren't they, Blaze?"

"You want to eat at the Caf?" He asks, his eyes holding that hazy glint again, taking my hand in his. I know what he's thinking  about. Blaze's sex drive is so high that it's hard to keep up.

He knows the answer to that question is a no, though. I want us to have some alone time before my next class starts.

"No..." I mutter, "take me to your dorm..."

Blaze chuckles. "That's more like it..." He salivates his lips, and my eyes drop to them.

"Keep looking at me like that, and I might kiss you here in the hall."

I pretend to frown. "So what am I gonna eat?"

"There's food at the dorm. Ramen. That's good?"

"Okay. But you'll cook it for me, won't you?"

"Anything you want, baby."

Baby. Such a sweet tongue and a sweet pair of lips.

"Shut up..." I say shyly.

"Never!" He says, "I'll shout it from the mountaintops! I LOVE HARMONY SKYE! I LOVE YOU, BABY!"

"Blaze!" I giggle, grabbing his hand and tugging him down the corridor. A few heads turn to gawk at us as I haul him across the shiny floors.

He uses his back to push the dorm door open, taking me inside with him as he walks backward. Inside here smells like spicy Ramen. "How many ramens have you and James been eating?"

"A whole lot." He grins. "It's nice with boiled eggs."

I smile and shake my head. He looks so happy that it automatically makes me happy.

"Spicy? Or not spicy?" He asks as he swags to the kitchen, walking intentionally dramatic so his hips sway.

I giggle and shake my head. "Spicy."

"As spicy as I am?" He asks, licking his mouth as he juts his head behind the door sill.

I chew on my bottom lip, still clutching my books.

When I don't answer, he chuckles and his head disappears again. "I'm kidding!" He says, "Not like you've tasted me before..."

Tasted him before?

"Harmony, hear what, I'm gonna watch one of your romance movies while we eat. Anything of your choice."

I smile and sit on his bed, peeling my bag off. "Okay..."

When he says I've never tasted him before...I think I know what he means. When it comes to oral sex...Blaze and I have never done it. Well...Blaze does it to me...but I've never done it to him. He's never asked for it. He seems fine without it.

He comes back out the of kitchen and dives next to me, almost hitting his head on the ridge of the top bunk bed. I make an 'ouch' face, and he clutches his head like he can feel the pain that nearly happened.

"That almost hurt..." He whines, and pulls me down onto his chest. His heart is beating fast, and he's already sweating. "Didn't I say you owe me one?"

I grin and lift my head, propping my cheek in my palm. "What do you want? Pick anything."

He pretends to think.

"Mm. I want my sweet baby...to kiss me twenty times..." He says, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

I smile wide. "That's all? So boring!"

He chuckles. "Okay. What should I have asked for then?"

I shrug my shoulders and look down. "I don't know..." I peer up beneath my lashes.

Blaze watches me. His smile isn't so wide anymore. Just barely on his lips while his eyes tell me a million things. I feel something hard against my tummy, and my mouth cracks open in desire. He's...really really hard.

"Mm? What should I ask for then?" He levels his head up a little so he can whisper: "a reverse cowgirl?"

I grin, and he smiles.

"No?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"No..."

"Then what?"

I purse my lips and drop my hands to the drop-strings of his dark shorts. He smells really nice. "I guess...um...I've never..."

Blaze's smile is still on. Sometimes I feel like, he really can read my mind.

"You've never what, green eyes?" He asks, his voice low but somehow knowing.

"I've never...um..."

"Never had spicy ramen?"

I chew on my lip, tingles running all over my skin.

"Never had my spicy ramen?" His tone is teasing, his words coded yet so clear...

I look up at him, my heart beating fast.

"So naughty green eyes..." He whispers, and rolls his lip into his mouth. His gaze darkens with ardor.

"I just want to return the favor." I say.

"You don't have to return the favor. I make you feel good because...I want to..." He tells me gently.

With the light from his dorm window spilling in, he looks like a celestial being yet so unholy at the same time. 

"Yeah...but I also want to make you feel good..."

"Okay..." He answers, searching my nervous features, "You can if you want to..."

I want to. I've never done it before.

"Okay..." With shaking fingers, I reach up and untangle the knotted strings of his shorts. The spicy scent of the boiling Ramen, the humming of the pot alongside my breathing stuffs the room. Blaze is quiet, and when I look up, he's studying me with a red face.

I clear my throat. "W-Wish me luck."

Blaze laughs deeply, his stomach vibrating as he does.

I open the front of his shorts, and he reaches down and curls his fingers under the hem of his shirt, lifting it past his navel. His fit stomach almost distracts me for a moment. He has very smooth skin.

I slip my hand into his shorts and boxers, and he smiles, trying to hide it by biting down on his lip.

When I feel the warmth of him against my fingers, I try wrapping my hand around him. He's too huge and the front of his shorts is too tight...

I twist my face.

Blaze laughs. "Harmony...it feels like you're searching for treasure..."

I smile. "It's just...so tight."

"It's okay. The Ramen will get soggy..." he says, then adds under his breath. "Though, I'd love for something else to get sog—" Blaze stops short when I pull him from the confines of his clothes. He breathes out.

My eyes widen just a little as his penis points to the ceiling. It's very long, thick, and red. It's safe to say he gets bigger with every passing moment. It's a little intimidating, and the sunlight that's bright in the room doesn't aid my case.

My hand shakes. Blaze isn't smiling. He isn't making any jokes. His breathing has changed, and so has mine.

I swallow and lean forward. Intaking a deep breath, I grip him in my hand and slowly bring his hard-on close to my mouth. Blaze sighs and lifts himself onto his elbows. "Harmony, are you sure...are..." He closes his eyes as I slowly wrap my lips around him.

"Harmony..." He breathes and drops back against the bed. His brows scrunch. "Jesus..."

I move my lips up and down his length, using my tongue to stroke the underside and along the head of him. I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm trying. Blaze reaches down and trails his hand down my hair.

When I look up, he's staring at me down the length of his nose, scrunching his forehead like what I'm doing is hurting him. But when he nods, and continues to run his slender fingers through my hair, I know he likes it.

It's not bad; doing it, that is. He tastes like fresh soap, and something wet coats my tongue.

I take him from my mouth, run my hands up and down the span of him. His breathing becomes more labored, so much so his stomach flexes at each breath that discharges from him. "Harmony..." Taking him into my mouth again, Blaze softly lifts his hips so he fills my cheeks even more.

"Harmony, I'm gonna cum..." he pants and wraps his hand around himself. He pops from my mouth, and I use the side of my hand to wipe my lips as he strokes himself once, twice, and then spurts of his climax jet from him and spill all over the bedsheets. I watch in awe as evidence of his finishing taints his dark blue spreads. That's...a lot.

I blush, and he pants hard, sweat coating his nose and forehead. "Wow..." He breathes, staring at me like I'm an alien, but a very appealing one.

I giggle at his expression. "Did you like it?"

"Like?" He gasps, out of breath, "Green-eyes. I love it, Harmony. Who-how do you even know how to..."

I can't help chuckling again, covering my mouth. "Don't ask, Blaze!"

"No, I have to. Who taught you to—"

"No one!" I gently press my hand to his lips, and he laughs and pushes it away.

"You just fucked me with them hands..."

I laugh again as he stares at me fondly, like he's seeing me for the first time. I'm getting warm all over. "Go get cleaned up. Or the noodles will get soggy..." I say, so he'll stop looking at me like he wants us to go further...

"Oh, trust me. It's not the only thing that's soggy..." He gets off the bed, holding his thing in his hands. He smiles, blushing openly. "Now I gotta change my underpants..."

I purse my lips as he waddles to the bathroom. He's walking like a penguin, and I can't help the chuckle that bursts through my lips.

"Don't laugh at me..." He squints his eyes playfully at me before escaping into his bathroom and shutting the door.

"Shit, Harmony, I think I gotta throw these away!" He says from the inside.

I grin, bite my lip, and then get up to help him change his soiled sheets. I've never felt this alive and free with someone before.

••

While we eat, we watch a movie together.

"Blaze..." I mutter.

"Mm?" He can't take his eyes off the couple making out.

I smile softly. "Thank you for visiting my Mom's house the other day...she told me...that you asked her to let me stay..."

Blaze's hand freezes on his fork, and for a second, he looks embarrassed. "Did she have to mention that?"

I nod. "Mm. Especially since it showed her how much you loved me. Thank you, Blaze. For fighting for me."

"Don't thank me..." he says, twirling some noodles onto his fork. "I'd do it a thousand times over. You mean the world to me, Harmony. More than you know..." He meets my gaze, and I fight the urge to cry again.

"I feel the same. You know I do..."

He nods, his lips tipping to the side. "Yeah. I know you do."

I twist my lips, wanting to grin and prance from joy.

"Can we please watch the movie now? I think they're about to fuck." Blaze says, and I throw my head back in laughter.

"Sure, okay, let's watch the movie."

His eyes stay glued to the romantic film, his expressions shifting at each shot that comes on. I watch him, feeling my heart exploding like stars at the human sitting next to me on the couch. Oh, Blaze, I think the heavens tossed me a gem when I met an irreplaceable man like you...