A few hours later, I was stood in the shower.
I hadn't come back down after I left to deal with my... situation, so I had no idea how the meeting had went. I had no idea if they got to talk about what needed to be talked about, but I did know that Professor Havers had stayed for a good five hours or more.
Now, just around 3pm in the afternoon, I was chilling my body down with a much needed shower, after trying to distract myself with my assignment and papers, but it seemed my body had gone into some sort of heat.
If it wasn't because I knew my body so well, I would've actually suspected I was coming down with something.
But unless you counted your period as an illness, it was just Mother Nature taking her monthly place in my uterus and making me extra horny.
I sighed as I stood in the shower and let the hot water soften and massage my skin until I felt all my tense muscles loosen up. There was something else that had been on my mind for a while now, but I had continued to ignore it since, just like my period, it brought too much pain to think about. And, much like my period again, it would all pass if I just let time run its course.
Although, this usually took longer than a week to clear out of my system.
I was too deep in my thoughts and my head was halfway buried under the stream of water, I didn't hear the door to my bathroom open. It was only when I sensed movement in the corner of my eye, I turned my head and found Harry leaning up against my sink.
Shit.
Why the fuck did he look so good with his sleeves rolled up and his top collar slightly undone? Leaning up against the marbled sink casually with his arms crossed over his chest, the light above hit his dark brown hair just right and made his perfectly combed locks look irresistible. Even his jawline seemed shaded as his hooded eyes watched me through the glass.
"There's a name for it," He then spoke.
His deep, low voice resonated against the marbled walls and sent hot chills cascading down my back.
"Being aroused by intelligence. There's a term for it."
I didn't fucking care if it had a birthday and a social security number. I just knew the water and his dark eyes weren't helping me, and I had been waiting hours for a release.
"Get in here," I whispered, but with earnestness.
It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command.
I saw his jaw clench at my words, and for a moment, he did nothing but look at me. My eyes didn't waver from his, but my body quivered as the water pelted down over it and coated it in another kind of heat.
Then, it happened.
He slowly arose and straightened out. I watched as his hands lifted to the buttons at his chest and started slowly unbuttoning them without a shred of haste.
I felt my chest rise and fall with impatience and frustration as I watched him slide his shirt off and let it drop to the floor before he went for his pants. It was almost torturous watching him unbuckle his belt and slide it out first before dragging down his trousers and boxers together.
Stepping out of his clothes, he opened the shower stall door, just as I felt my breath evaporate. I didn't move as he came up behind me, the steam from the water enveloping him the second the door shut behind him. Boxed in, the shower suddenly became that much smaller, and my stomach tightened as I felt his body heat press against my back.
When his lips then suddenly grazed my shoulder, my eyes shut, just as I felt his hands come around my body. My breath got pulled out of my lungs, and I surrendered to his mercy as he pulled me into his chest and turned my head with a light grip on my chin. In the darkness behind my closed lids, I felt him looking down at me, before his mouth pressed firmly against mine.
A pliant whimper I didn't know I had the submission in me to expel came out of my throat when his hand came up and lightly cupped my breast. They felt heavy with need, and his touch did nothing to lighten the feeling pressing over my chest. His thumb caressed my nipple softly, and just like that, another whimper left my mouth.
Suddenly I was turned around, or maybe I turned around by myself-all I knew was that my hands were suddenly wrapped up around his neck and clinging to his hair as Harry's hands swept down and caressed every longing part of my body.
That was the thing about him that I couldn't explain.
His touch wasn't ravenous, yet every part of felt how much he wanted me. He handled my body the way a man should handle a woman's body; Softly, but firmly; Demandingly, yet gently. I had never been touched with that much respect before, and it made me feel hot all over.
I gripped the back of his head firmly now and pulled back from his lips for a moment to meet his stare through hooded eyelids.
He looked back down at me and brushed my cheekbone with his thumb, but the constant look of calmness and control still ruled his gaze. For once, I just wanted him to... let go.
For me.
Pressing my lips together, I stepped up on my toes and pressed my lips back against his and felt him lean down slightly to kiss me back. My hands automatically cinched themselves around his neck, and the next moment I felt Harry's hands travel down my thighs.
Within a flash, I was in his arms, my feet no longer touching the ground, but my legs wrapped around his hips instead. I let out a small whimper when he then pressed me up against the cold, tiled wall, the same time the warmth of his cock pressed against my moist lower lips.
His eyes lifted, and for a moment, our gazes met.
His amber eyes looked into mine, and I momentarily forgot how to breathe. We both knew we weren't just fucking anymore. We both knew, yet his eyes that set the mood didn't change. They were dark and they were staying that way, but filled with control as I scraped my fingers against his scalp provocatively.
I needed him to fuck me. Just fuck me, and nothing else.
A hard, merciless fuck to get rid of the sensation in my chest that wouldn't go away on its own. If he could just do that one fucking favor for me..
I gritted my teeth, and with resolve, reached down between us and palmed his stiff erection. Looking up, I then caught his eyes as his jaw tightened when I steered him towards my wet entrance that throbbed to feel him.
Fuck me, I spoke with my eyes, glaring hard at him.
Just fuck me, please.
I knew he was smart enough to read me. That's why when I saw his eyes darken a shade, I knew he had heard me. He slowly leaned in towards my mouth and stopped just a breath away, just enough to let me feel his parted lips graze mine.
Fuck me.
Fuck me so you won't make love to me again.
You owe me that much, you prick.