9.

Velvet


They come back to a dark apartment. She throws the keys on the kitchen counter while he follows behind with slow steps.

"Meet you in the shower?"

He nods and she watches his frame retreat behind the bedroom walls.

The ride to NYC has been unsurprisingly quiet. All the driving, the funeral planning and the condolence acceptance has tired him to the brim. Not to mention how he must be feeling and dealing with the raw news of his mother's death.

She takes care of a few things before she joins the bathroom, the shower sounds envelop her as she dresses down in front of the mirror, lost in thought of what she could ever do to help him through all this.

She opens the shower door and finds his slumped form from behind, head hanging low under the hot water.

He's lost in thought when he feels familiar arms wrap around him, clutching his chest as her warm cheek finds his shoulder blade and he finally relaxes a little. His heart has this strange ache but he feels warmth blooming in his chest at the same time. The thought that she will always be there making this just a tad bit better.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be," he clutches her hand, "just stay."

She knows it's not a lot, but her presence can make him feel better. And she roams her hands all over his body, not in an intentional way but she's just trying to envelop him with her comfort and if she ever knows Harvey, her soft touches will always make him feel good.

She starts kneading his abdomen and chest, the friction slowly producing heat that seeps into his body. She works his back muscles, slowly up to his trapezius that she massages persistently, and alternating from them to the back of his neck, easing up all the tension locked in there. Once she's finished, she turns him around in her arms, and he gives her one long affectionate kiss the moment their eyes meet.

She then takes the shower gel, working her way all around his body, creating small bubbles against his skin, while he watches in awe how concentrated and careful she is, enveloping his heart with a strangely vulnerable feeling. Her hand dances around his groin, stroking lightly the V shaped muscles in there but never touching him, even though she notices his growing erection.

He gently drives her hand to its direction, asking her to more than demanding, and she whispers:

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah," he breathes out and follows it with a quiet whimper once her hand wraps around his hardness, slowly working him up and he swears he never felt this much loved while being handled, and it almost puts all his sorrow to bed.

She swirls her smart fingers around his head, feels his precome already leaking and spreads it out along the foam all around his shaft, the slippery feeling making him close his eyes in pleasure. She imitates an up and down movement, the extra skin feels like velvet against her hand and she enjoys the fact that she can still make him feel good, even for a couple of minutes.

His groans rise in volume and she knows he's at the brink of sanity so she speeds up, bringing her body close to his and making his head bump against her pelvic bone with each pump until she feels his hot seed on her skin, Harvey's moans filling the space.

He kisses her senseless, and tells her he loves her, and she's not sure when he'll actually start to feel normal again but she knows they have each other and eventually, it'll be okay.