SMUT, I WARN YOU ITS SMUT!

My take on Harry leaving... etc. It's very different from how I usually write so I'm sorry if you all hate it and if you dont like smut... ignore this chapter, there won't be any more smut :)

This is for Claire. Because back in February/March time I set up the FansofSW on twitter and I started to get a lot of people talking to me. I don't remember the first time I spoke to Claire, but soon we were tweeting regularly. And we talked about fanfic and, me being the fanfic crazed person I am, I told her she should publish hers, and them came Contact (which if you aren't reading, then why the hell not?... get over there and read immediately! Well, after you've read this preferably.). And we carried on talking, carried on being good friends. We exchanged emails. (She was emailing me smut whilst I was at my school prom, tried not to read that around the teachers! One friend kept asking me what I was smiling at! :P) So, anyway, emailing continued and we arranged to meet, and I know what you lot are thinking (If you're still reading the A/N and haven't got on with the story) , " You shouldn't go meeting strangers off the internet" and Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know! But when you're good friends with someone, they aren't really a stranger, even if you haven't met them. So we met, wandered around London for 4 hours, and went to a bloody amazing chocolate shop. And actually, Claire is one of the best friends I have. If I feel down, or I'm having a bad day, she always makes me smile. Sometimes I think it's crazy how close you can be to someone you've only actually met for 4 hours. But it's true, I have such amazing friends here (of whom I will mention in later chapters). And I'm not always that good with words or knowing what to say to people when something is wrong, but this is my way of saying thank you and I love you and I'm always here for you, all of you, even if I can't help with words, a hugs is always being sent your way. So thank you, Claire, for being an amazing friend and for everything.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All recognisable characters belong to the BBC.

Growing Pains

Nikki Alexander was sitting at her desk. His desk. She had always sat there. Since her first day at The Thomas Lyell Centre. But it was his first. It was always his. But now all that was left of him is here is a pen and his favourite mug. She'd received the phone call three nights ago.

"Dr Alexander." She had answered the phone automatically, without looking at the caller ID.

"Nikki?" His voice had been barely a whisper. It sounded to her like he had been crying.

"Harry? Are you okay? Where are you?" she was worried. He hadn't been himself for the last couple of weeks and he definitely didn't sound good now.

"Outside your flat, brought wine with me. Let me in?" he croaked out, she concluded he'd definitely been crying.

She opened the door, pulling the man in front of her in to a hug. His eyes were puffy and red. He squeezed her not wanting to let her go. His arms were big and strong, safe. They made her feel so safe. Even when he appeared so vulnerable. He made her feel safe. Loved.

"Harry? Tell me what's wrong?" He just shook his head. He planted as soft gentle kiss on her forehead as she squeezed his arm.

She fetched the wine glasses from the kitchen cupboard and a corkscrew from the draw. She had to dust the corkscrew off, they usually just had screw tops. She poured two large glasses. Harry picked his up and downed it.

"Harry?! Please talk to me?" Drinking was normal for Harry, but not that much that quick. She was worried about him.

"Something you said... irreplaceable... made me think." He was mumbling, not really coherent. "Screwed you over enough... I'm sorry." Tears were streaming down his face.

"Oh Harry... you haven't screwed me over, you're my best friend. You are irreplaceable. You're my Harry."

Nikki lifted her hand to his face, delicately wiping away the tears. His hand cupped hers, his face was moving closer, he was leaning in. His lips met her. She gasped, opening her mouth just enough to give Harry the access he longed for. His tongue swept across hers, fighting her for dominance. Her hand wrapped itself in to his hair, pulling him closer to herself. She moaned in to his mouth as his hands snaked down her back, to the hem of her blouse. He tugged at it, asking her permission. She continued to kiss him, passionately, pulling him ever closer, moaning. He took that as a yes.

He lifted her blouse, running his fingers across her bare skin as he did so. Unclasping her lace bra from her back. She pulled her mouth away from his long enough to allow him to slip her blouse over her head and discard it on the floor. No words were spoken. She shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders, refusing to allow her hands to leave her lovers hair, his back, his chest. She couldn't get enough of him.

His hands found her soft breasts. Cupping them, squeezing gently, eliciting a soft moan from her rosy lips. Her nipples were erect and hard. His fingers brushed over them, flicking lightly, teasing her .Her lips found his neck, kissing along his jaw line, sucking on a sensitive spot, sweeping her tongue down the shell of his ear. He shivered.

Her hands struggled with the buttons on his shirt, she was shaking. He wasn't sure if it was out of nervousness, pleasure or need but right now he didn't care. He pulled at his shirt, ripping the final few buttons off. He discarded it on to the floor, throwing it behind him. Her hands began stroking his chest, tracing patterns in his skin. He took her momentary distraction to take her nipple in to his mouth, biting down, sucking, licking her breast, teasing her. Her moans were becoming louder, more need filled. More desperate.

She moved closer, climbing on to his lap more. Grinding her centre against his leg, begging, gasping for some friction, for release. Her hands trailed down his chest, reaching the waistband of his jeans. Se undid the button and zip and slipped her hand inside. He wasn't wearing any boxers. His hard cock was straining against the denim. It couldn't have been comfortable. She wrapped her soft hand around him. Slowly stroking up and down, twisting her hand as she went. His head fell back and his mouth opened as he released a low moan. She stroked harder, softly stroking his head on every stroke. His hips were soon thrusting to meet her hand, his face contorted in pleasure.

His hand had found its way up her skirt and was stroking her upper thigh, getting ever closer to where she need him. He could feel the dampness already. He could feel just how turned on she was. How much she needed him. She need him to fuck her. To be rough with her. The making love could wait for another day. She wanted him to hurt her.

His hand slipped in to her silk knickers, they were wet. Very wet. He could feel her, tripped neatly and swollen with need, her clit was pulsating. He stroke it as she continued to pump his cock. She screamed out in pleasure as he violently thrust two fingers inside of her. She released his cock from his grasp and he pulled his jeans down, quickly standing and stepping out of them before sitting down again and pulling Nikki on ho his lap. The base of his cock grinding against her clit as he continued to thrust his fingers in to her. She was rocking on to him, begging for the friction, needing to orgasm, desperate for release, the pleasure almost too much.

He stood up, picking her up by her bum. He placed her on the sofa, bending her over, so her arse was in the air. A sight to see, he thought. Slowly, teasingly, he entered her from behind. His cock going in deep in to her, as deep as he could go, before he swiftly pulled out and quickly thrust back in to her, she felt so tight, so wet, so needy. He could hear her moans as he thrust in. He held her hips still as she tried to meet his thrusts. She fell on to one elbow and reached backwards to touch herself, stroking her clit as he pounded in to her. It hurt as he reached as far as he could, hitting her inner walls, but the pain was good, it only seemed to turn her on more. Her moans were becoming louder. Swear words littered every breath she took.

Her body tightened. Her muscles clenched as he continued to pound deep in to her. Her nipples brushing against the fabric of the sofa with every thrust. The friction was intense. Too much for her to handle. She felt like she was about to explode. His hand left its position on her hips, finding her clit her played with is, stroking it, rubbing and then quickly removing all pressure. Bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Leaving her just teetering on the brink of orgasm. One more thrust. One more rub. And pressure applied to her clit and she screamed. Clenching his cock tightly inside of her. Two more thrusts. Hard, fast, erratic. And he came. Deep inside her. Filling her up completely.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over so she could lie on top of him, pulling out as he did so. Her head rested on his chest, breathing in his smell. Her eyes fluttering closed, obviously exhausted. It had been amazing, they'd both agree on that. She was asleep and he wasn't far behind, his eyes closing, as he took in the beautiful woman in front of him. Sleep took him at last.

I hope you liked it and it wasn't too different!

It is a multichip but as yet I have no idea how many chapters it will include but each one will be dedicated to another one of my special, amazing friends. But I hope you enjoyed, and a review would be lovely if you could spare 5 minutes?

Lizzi
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