Hey Peoples! Miss me? I know, I know: I update too much, but what can I say, I'm as into this story as you guys are! Well get reading and hopefully someone will tell me not to update so much and take it slower, lol.
Chapter 3
Harry awoke with a migraine, probably from his overdose on alchohol the previous night. His eyes creaked open as he realized he was having a major hangover. Lazily, he dragged himself over to his closet and randomly selected his wardrobe for the day. The blood red sun fought its way through the overly gloomy drapes and placed a radiant golden finger on Harry as he slumped through the hallways and made his way to the master bathroom. He spuinted in its brilliance, and blocked the rays with an ignorant hand. As if the hand was a sign of war, the sun burst through an open window on another side of him and flooded him with daylight. Feeling defeated, he entered the halflit bathroom and shut out the raging enemy. He placed his clothing atop the cabinet and began to unbutton his shirt. Once off, the shirt fell to the floor slowly. Harry noted his muscular arms and chest. He removed the rest of his clothing and turned his shower on. Mildly hot water immediately spewed from the showerhead in a massaging cycle. He stepped in and let himself relax his tense self. The water beat against his back continuously and steam began to settle on his mirror. Beads of sweat and water washed away from his handsome but tired face. He grabbed the head&shoulders and poured it into his palm. Then gently ran it through his wet hair, rubbing it deep into his scalp.
The remnants of dirt particles glided off his hair & scalp as he began to wash it away. He shut his eyes and was calm.
Just then, a knock came on the bathroom door. Harry opened his eyes and jumped out of the shower, water still dripping from him, quickly grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
He unlocked the door and opened it. Before him stood a young woman, dressed in a house cleaner uniform, just to fool the other house cleaners. Harry smiled and gestured for her to come in. She stepped in and shutt the door behind her silently. She leaned in closer to him and with a provocative hand, felt the warmth of his chest. She then eyed the towel and tugged gently until it slide off and fell to the floor, exposing all of him. He placed a hand on her waist and and skillfully took her outfit off, leaving just her thong for last. His hand then moved its way up her body and found her chest. He caressed her full breast and stroked it with lust. Shocks of pleasure shot up and down her spine and she moaned gently in response but it became more persistent when his tongue helped the pleasure increase. She back up a bit and stepped into the shower (which was still on) disappearing behin the shower curtain. She signaled him to follow. He stepped through a wall of mist and reached for the thong. He passionately worked it off and used his tongue to explore her inner thighs. He found her pleasure point and touched it repeatedly. The shock made her cry out. She pulled him up and her lips found his. He tasted her raspberry lip-gloss as she tapped on the inside of his mouth for permission to go further. He approved by pushing her closer to him. Her bubblegum togue ventured into his mouth wanting to discover to much more. Steam of passion filled the room, and harry was overtaken by the urge to be in her. Therefore, without further delay, he pulled her up against the shower wall and went in. Suddenly his lovve was uncontrollable and he pushed himself on her rapidly, slowly building his climax. Each time he dove in, she groaned. It was not enough for him. He pushed into her harder and faster, the friction mounting inside of him. Reaching the tip of an orgasm, she cried out his name, not caring who or what heard. He panted, placing her down gently into the ever-rising bathtub. She thought she was finished but his fingers gripped her back again, pulling her ontop of him. She waas rising again, meeting his every thrust, bodies crashing together and not gentle at all but passionate , strong, desire , and lust. The world went away in the force of her second climax.
A sensation of warmth and comfort swept over her as she nuzzled her head on his bare chest, and she listened to his rapid heartbeat.
Harry held her in his arms, and gently stroked her soaked hair.
As long as he could wake up to this every morning, facing the rest of the world would be a bit easier.
MJ played with her long dark red orange hair as she rehearsed her lines. She was supposed to be studying them, and yet her mind was studying something- Or she she say someone -else. Doctor Osbourn was her idol. She had admired him since the day she met him. Every time he insulted her, she hung on every word, and each day she tried harder and harder to meet his standerds. It was a passion of hers. She dreamed of him, having him as a father in law in some, in some others it was having him as a passionate soul mate. Her dreams over took her so much, that she was secretly plotting to bring him back. Ever since the day he died, she had studied over thousands of books, learning how to bring an inanimate object back to life, and grins evily she had really learned a thing or two. In addition, tonight she planned to steal the body and bring him back, once and for all.
She skimmed through her lines and finally threw them aside. She would handle them tomorrow, or whenever she had spare time. She then reached over to her alarm clock. It was 8:35. She restored it to it spot on her cherry wood dresser, and dugg through her bureau drawers for a suitable outfit to wear. She found a red skirt and a white halter top to go with it. She changed quickly and stuffed her books into a medium sized duffel bag. Slipping on red thong sandals (you know the ones that have this thing that goes between you big toe and the rest of them?), she bounced happily out the door, and into the nearly mid day sun.
Tonight. She reassured herself. Tonight it will happen.
Hey sory about the weird MJ adoring harry's dad thing. But personally I think it will make for a good story. But you decide.
Hope I wasn't TOO descriptive on the lemon. If I was I am sorry but that's just my thing. If you did like it , thank you for your appreciation! I think it was a mediocre lemon though. imitates jaque from finding nemo Oui I am ashamed.
Anyway,
Leha- THANK you for you review. I loved it! In fact i do think I am a bit good at writing but your fic Is by far better than mine.
Keep reviewing! It keeps my inspiration going!
ravens sis 4 eva
