These characters belong to ITV's 'Emmerdale' and do not belong to me. The chapters will be fairly short but of course, some will be longer than others. I was hesitating writing fanfiction again but thought I would give it a shot. I hope you enjoy and look forward for more to come. Feedback is much appreciated.
Cain's POV
"Your place or mine?" I ask. I could see the fire and lust in Harriet's eyes. It didn't take much to win her round, luckily. I've never been good at admitting when I'm wrong.
"Yours." She replies with no hesitation. "After I've finished my pint."
I laughed as I admired the beautiful woman standing before me. She was slightly bent over, leaning on the bar. I took a few sneaky looks at her backside. I couldn't help myself. She was wearing tight skinny blue jeans which made her backside stand out so much more. We hadn't said a word to each other in minutes, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I kept staring at her, I was in absolute awe. She was half way through her pint. I could see she was rushing through it so we could get back to mine. I looked at her backside once more and this time, she caught me.
"Oi!" she snapped, with a cheeky smile on her face. "Will you stop looking at my behind?"
"You know as well as I do, that can't be helped" I smiled. Her gaze caught mine. Everything just suddenly got so much hotter. I could feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as I look deep into her eyes, thriving with passion.
Harriet's POV
I wanted him so badly. I look into his big brown eyes as his gaze is still drawn to mine. I couldn't wait any longer. "C'mon" I said, grabbing my flowers and his shirt in the process, guiding him out the pub.
In no time we were back at Cain's. Luckily there was no one home and we had the place all to ourselves. Cain did a double check to make sure. I placed my flowers onto the sofa. I didn't really care much for flowers; I'm not that kind of girl. It was more the fact he made the effort to do that for me. I wasn't use to people being affectionate towards me. Nobody had ever bought me flowers before, apart from Emma. I look on as Cain comes hurriedly down the stairs after checking if there was no one home. He walks towards me with passion in his eyes and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Looks like we've got the place all to ourselves." He hesitates, his gaze catching mine once more. Without saying a word, I clasp both of my hands to his face and our lips met. He moves his hands up to my neck, capturing a firm grip. I could feel his tongue embracing mine as he swirls me around and forcefully pushes me against the door, making a loud bang as our bodies slam against it.
Cain's POV
She gasps, breaking our kiss. Our eyes meet for a few seconds and I lock my lips against hers again, taking both her arms and pinning her against the door. I could feel her breathing become heavier. I move my lips down towards her neck and she lets out quiet moans as I do so. I continue to embrace her neck as she begins to strip me down, roughly removing my checked shirt and throwing it on the floor. Her hands running up and down my torso trying to un-tuck my white t shirt from my trousers. I make my way back up to her lips again as I help her un-tuck my shirt. She breaks away from the kiss and lift my t shirt over my head. I stood there shirtless watching her admire my body, her breathing becoming increasingly heavier. She looks me deep into my eyes with pure lust and desire and then forcefully rips off her dog collar. "Take me" she whispers. I lean in and our lips meet once again, lifting her up as she wraps her legs against mine. There was no place I'd rather be than right there with her. She was amazing, she was sexy, she was beautiful, and she was mine.