Chapter 28
Harleen dashed to the toilet with a box wrapped up in a carrier bag. She had to be quick but also inconspicuous, she peed on the test and set it on the back of the sink. She had a few minutes to kill and washed her face and hands thoroughly. Whatever the result, she'd have to hide the tests until she could dispose of them. Waylon could've been talking about so many things, but this was a constant paranoia for both her and Jonathon, so she had to address this first. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and got lost for a few minutes. Her mind whirling as she tried to process this possibility.
"Calm down Harleen," she mumbled too herself.
"Harl, dinner's almost ready!"
"Won't be a minute," Harleen shouted back.
She was broken from her reverie by his call and she took a deep breath. She looked down at the results and blacked out.
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Floating. She'd been floating forever. She'd had tantalising little glimpses at the world beyond, but not enough. She was in her own little world of giggles and torment and it stretched on forever. She'd had plenty of time to herself, but she wanted more. She wasn't happy being just confined when she knew there was a world out there that she needed to explore.
She could feel anxiety and panic swirling around her and she tried to make sense of it. It was like being thrown around in a hurricane and spat out the other side. She decided that there was enough worry around her and she just relaxed into it. Then all of a sudden she was thrown forwards and she gasped as so many things hit her at once. She could smell and feel everything around her. She flexed her fingers and she felt it. Actually felt it. She could feel the movement of her joints and the world was clear around her. It wasn't like she was seeing it through a thick fog any more. She looked up and caught her reflection. She touched her face and hair, trying to figure out what was happening.
"Harley! Are you stuck or something?"
That was a man. She knew his name but she'd never spoken to him before. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She stopped and touched her throat, she tried again but once more she couldn't speak. She shrugged and pulled her hair down from the messy bun it was in. She took her glasses off and immediately put them back on. She turned and walked to the door, feeling very unsteady on her legs. She left the room and the smell of food hit her hard, she turned, ran and threw up into the toilet.
"Harls, are you okay?" the man asked and barged into the room. She couldn't answer him but looked at him in shock. He was handsome. He was gorgeous and apparently cared for her.
"Talk to me, baby, what's wrong?"
I'm fine but the food smells too strong
"Harley?" He repeated and she reached out and touched his chest. She could feel another person and it wasn't some weird dream. She could feel the texture of his clothes, she could smell his cologne and all she wanted to do now was touch him.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded and smiled at him. She grabbed her toothbrush and cleaned herself up before she left the bathroom. Everything was so overwhelming and so exciting. She wanted to investigate and find out about all of the stuff around her. He was talking again, but she wasn't paying notice, and he took her to the dining room. He sat her in a chair and put a glass of red wine in front of her. She licked her lips and tucked in to the meal in front of her, she drained a couple of glasses of wine and her decisions became a little fuzzy. She still couldn't seem to talk but she didn't care, she grabbed hold of his hand as he finished his dinner and wine after her and she studied his fingers and nails.
"Harley… you're not… yourself are you?"
I'm fantastic, what the hell is wrong with you?
"You haven't said a word since you went in the bathroom. I'm more than just a little concerned, should I take you to Mercy?"
She shook her head and let him lead her to the living room. He sat on the couch and she perched beside him. She knew he was important, her stomach had butterflies around him. But she just didn't know what was happening really. It was the first time in years that she'd been able to experience life like this. He was still talking to her, a frown starting to form on his face.
No, no! I don't like that, don't frown.
She climbed into his lap and used her hands to gently force him to smile. She giggled and grinned wildly at him. She bit her lip and stared at his lips and eyes, she could see a spark in him and it made her laugh a little more. She felt his hands stroke up and down her back, ass and thigh. He made her feel… he made her feel something very odd. She leaned in to kiss him and her heart skipped more than a beat. She felt her reality slam into realisation and she whimpered against his mouth as he reciprocated. Her hands twisted in his shirt and her thighs gripped his like a vice. It was only a few seconds before they were pulling off each other's clothes and she groaned in pleasure and agony and she lowered herself onto him. His hands pulled at her hips and she felt herself spike higher the harder his fingers dug into her flesh.
She scratched her nails through his hair and giggled as he pushed upwards into her and her head rolled back on her shoulders.
More, harder, please. Just hurt me.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He was moving so fast and his growls just pushed her higher and higher. She was grinning wildly as she gasped for air, this was everything she'd even wanted and her body was on fire. He growled, moved her off and repositioned them both so he was looming above her. She started laughing and jarred her pelvis towards him and her fingers dug into the material of the couch. She felt herself approach her end and her laughter turned into a scream as she fell. She raked her nails down his back and yelped when he slammed into her. She kept her legs around his hips and pulled herself to meet his thrusts, she felt herself fall again and she screamed once more.
"Oh god, yes baby, yes." He growled and spilt inside of her with a pained groan. She could feel everything. This was the most intoxicating experience she'd ever gone through. She was desperate to feel it again. She kissed him gently as he moved from her and moved to sit. She clambered back into his lap and started to kiss and nip at his neck.
"Christ, Harl'," Jonathon chuckled. "What has gotten into you?"
"You," she giggled and jumped at hearing her own voice.
"Ah, you can speak," Jonathon laughed.
"No time to chat, I want-" she trailed her hand down his chest to his groin and met his eye. "More."
"Whoa, princess," Jonathon said with a frown. He grabbed her hands and pushed her away. He was now very concerned. Her voice was different with a very strong Brooklyn accent, she held herself differently and was very intense.
"But-"
"I'm not going to be ready for more for a bit," Jonathon said. It was a half lie, he would be good to go pretty quickly with Harleen around but as he was now very worried for her, he wasn't going to be able to relax enough. She was slumped back, arms and legs crossed and pouting like a child.
"I'll go get something together for dessert," Jonathon said and stood up. He pulled his boxers and trousers back on, but left his shirt as she was now cuddling it against her. He went back to the kitchen and got a bowl with some ice cream for her. His mind was cycling through all the possible disorders that could be going on in her mind but none of them seemed quite right. He wondered if she'd slipped in the bathroom and was experiencing some concussion derived amnesia and nausea. She had been in the bathroom some time, but he was almost certain that he would've heard her fall.
"Right, Quinzel, let's figure out what's going on here then," he sighed and took the ice cream to her. His mind was a scramble of different conditions and disorders, but he just couldn't apply one to this very sudden difference. He was still lost in his thoughts when he put the bowl down on the coffee table.
"Ice cream for-" He stopped himself and smirked as he realised Harleen was snoring in a heap on the sofa. "Me. Ice cream for me."
Jonathon scooped her up in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom. He put her under the duvet and kissed her forehead gently.
"Sleep well, my darling." Jonathon smiled. He turned off the lights, closed the curtains and left the room.