AN: Sorry this took so long. Crisis… Crisises? Crises… Issues have been popping up like nobody's business. ^_^ But ok Big ole warning here: I earn my M rating. It's terribly sweet and then just awful. Thank you for the time you have taking in reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it. Please, please, please keep it up. Thank you!

Choking on her own surprise (which was infinitely more pleasant an experience than drowning in humiliation) Reese stumbled gracefully over her sudden shyness and fumbled with the locks. Framed in the doorway stood the source of her abnormally timid behavior. Chin tucked into his chest, Harry stared at the floor by her feet. She smiled at his introvert posture. His unease always seemed to encourage her to make bolder choices. Sensing her gaze on him, he turned his downcast eyes to peer up at her through half hooded eyes, as he rubbed the side of his thumb against his bottom lip. Taking a step to her left, she pressed her body firmly against the wall to give him the room to pass through.

"Come in."

He shuffled quietly through her doorway, passing by her to make his way into her apartment. She shut the door behind him, the locks sounding unusually loud as she secured the threshold.

"So," she said loudly, clearing her throat as she ventured into her small kitchen. "Coffee?" Her voice trailed off lamely at the pitiful invitation.

"Sure," he nodded, hovering nearby the old couch in her "living room."

"You can sit down," she smiled. Reese moved swiftly about her kitchen, the muscle memory for making coffee deeply engraved into every fiber of her being. Folgers could probably meet their quota off of her purchases. Through the open window over her kitchen counter, she watched Harry plant himself carefully in her couch. It's less than firm couches sunk precariously under his weight. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip to smother the wave of giggles creeping up her throat. "Sorry," she smiled apologetically at his awkward seating. "I had to save what money I could. I guess the quality of… everything else suffered for it."

"It's fine." He shifted in his seat, rubbing the palms of his hands over his knees. Pouring the steaming liquid into two mugs, she walked around the barrier into her living room area. Gingerly, she set the two trivial mugs on the little second hand coffee table sitting in front of the couch. Uncomfortable with the stagnant air of silent air, Reese's brain sparked with a parade of small talk necessities.

"So," she began while she took her seat, the ring master of the peculiar circus of nonsensical dribble dancing fanatically on her tongue. "I don't have any special coffee or anything, just whatever is cheapest, honestly. When you're…" her words were smothered inside her mouth by a pair of unbearably soft lips, pressed roughly against hers. Her eyes snapped open as far as they could go, she found herself staring up the length of Harry's nose. His own eyes were clamped shut under a deeply furrowed brow. His kiss bruised her mouth, forcing her lips uncomfortably against her teeth.

"Hmm." she squeaked against his mouth. Reese pulled away stifling an impertinent giggle that tickled the back of her tongue. "Woa, there." Pulling back, she touched two fingers to her tender lips. Harry frowned at the motion, a sheepish tint marring his boyish features.

"I did that wrong, didn't I," he mumbled quietly. A soft laugh escaped her tingling mouth. Rather than answer his question, she reached out and cupped his warm cheek in her hand. Her thumb stroked his skin, brushing the corner of his. Reese leaned in to go for a second try. Her tongue flicked lightly along his closed mouth, coaxing it open so that her tongue could play with his.

Though hesitant at first, he mimicked her tongue's motions and slid closer to her on the couch. Her head swam with the faint aroma of Irish Springs soap and that familiar male scent of Harry. Timid fingers crept up the outside of her thighs, coming to rest snuggly about her middle, just under her ribs. Despite the thrill at the unexpected affectionate action, Reese realized his embrace both increased the contact between them as well as kept her at a distance. She scooted her torso forward only to find herself blocked by the rigid limbs that held her.

Pulling from his kiss, Reese rested her forehead against his. Their combined breath stirred through the air in front of them. She felt his brow crinkle in a scowl.

"I can do this," he hissed under his breath. She blinked at the angry outburst. Her free hand joined her other one to cup his face.

"You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with," she said, starring squarely into his eyes.

"Not you," he sighed, tugging her hands from his face and holding them on his knee. "I'm just not sure how… I mean I kinda know how. I looked at a book."

"Honestly, I'm not that sure either," she admitted with a sad smile. Exhaling loudly, Reese stood from the couch, and reached out a hand to him. "We could figure it out together, or at least have a decent amount of fun trying." Looking up at her offered hand, Harry pushed off from his knees and caught her fingers in his own.

Reese led him around the couch to the door to her bedroom door, shutting and locking the door behind them. Turning around, she watched as Harry set himself on the edge of her bed. Streaks of moonlight streamed through the blinds, sliding along his face and body in an impertinent fashion. She reached out her hand and traced the path of the rays with her fingertips, lulling little shivers that rippled through his entire body. She tugged up the hem of her dress so that she could plant a stripped sock clad knee (she'd forgotten to remove them after work) on either side of his slender waist. The soft fabric of her dress pooled around her hips, half covering his thighs.

She kissed a slow loving trail down the side of his neck. Low groans rumbled up his throat, tickling her lips along the way. Thoroughly distracted by the taste of his skin, Reese didn't notice the pair of hands that had traveled up her back to catch hold of the zipper of her dress. Heat flooded her body through the burning fingertips that slid down her spine, splitting apart the dress in its teasing wake. A succession of shivers helped her inadvertently shimmy the straps off of their precarious perches. Harry brought his hands back up to her shoulders, pulling the straps down her arms.

Delighting in the bold decisions he had begun to make, she watched as he slid his palms over the cups of her bra, gently kneading the sensitive skin beneath. Nipples pebbling as the glorious torture continued, Reese reached behind her back to pop the clasp. Cold air wafted up under the slack cups, brushing the undersides of her breasts as she waited for Harry to remove the undergarment.

Harry stared at her blushing face with that intense blue stare of his, before tugging off her bra and letting it slide onto the bed next to them. His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples sending a flood of moisture between her legs. Breathless, she could only sit passively in his lap as he explored her body. He tucked his head against her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breasts. Gingerly she ran her fingers through his hair, running the blonde locks between her fingers. Reese gasped as the soft nuzzling gave way to shy kisses circling each breast.

Her back arched instinctively into the contact, encouraging him to do more. From under hooded eyes she saw his mouth close over her left breast, sucking softly on the skin. Her hips forgot the word patience and started to rock against his. Through her damp panties she felt the teasing swelling of his erection rubbing against her.

"Oh God, Harry," she moaned, sinking her teeth into her lip.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked plucking his mouth from her flesh. Nodding Reese tugged his shirt up, lifting it over his shoulders before pulling him back to her other breast. Her hands pushed his down to cover her ass, letting them get a feel for the rocking motion. His suckling grew more fevered as he teased her with his teeth. Lying back, Harry pulled her down with him, planting her forearms on the bed on either side of his body. His hands slid up and down her spine, while she continued to grind her hips into him.

Suddenly Harry pulled her body off of his, laying her down next to him. His hands continued to roam over her body, over the r rolled up dress that had bunched up at her waist, and paused questioningly at the band of her panties. Not yet brave enough to vocalize her desires, Reese covered his hand with hers and slid them both under the elastic band to the part of her that burned hottest for him. His long

fingers slid against her folds, coating his skin in her moisture. Her hips bucked as his thumb bumped her clit. Noticing the dramatic reaction to his touch, he repeated the motion, sliding his thumb back and forth in a gentle teasing motion. Reese grabbed his forearm, her body writhing about nest to him. Her head turned to the side, her head burying into his neck. She smothered her cry against the crook of his neck as an orgasm shook her body, her legs quivering violently on the bed.

Desperate for his body to fill hers, Reese pulled at Harry's broad shoulder until he understood her need and settled himself between her damp thighs. Rearing up onto his knees, Harry fumbled at his pants, the buckle repeatedly slipping from his grasp. Just as she began to reach out to help him, he tugged the disobedient clothing down, the left leg flailing stubbornly as it remained hooked on his foot. Mercifully the underwear (an incredibly bright pair of white briefs) was far more cooperative. Stretching out over her again, he reached down to adjust himself. She felt the hardened tip of his erection against her folds. They gasped in unison as Harry pushed into her, sheathing himself completely in her warmth.

Panic filled her head at the invasion. Her muscles stiffened, locking her in her own private hell with no escape. Frantically she focused on Harry's face, reminding herself that this is what she wanted. She stared hard at his boyish features. This was what she wanted. His sandy blonde hair atop a slender faced.

This was who she wanted.

The cute little mole that sat at the corner of his mouth.

This was Harry.

Those familiar eyes that had taken on a midnight blue hue in shadows of her room. Harry kissed a little path from her mouth to her ear, resting his head against the pillow next to her head. His lips brushed against her ear lobe, "I love you, Rey." Tears threatened her dignity at the corner of her eyes. "Harry," she breathed against his shoulder. "I love you too." Wrapping her arms around her arms about his torso, she held tight to him as he began to thrust into her. He nuzzled her neck, stealing kisses from the increasingly damp flesh there. The bedroom echoed with the sound of their combined moans.

Panting heavily, Reese plucked one of her hands from his back and slipped it into the welcoming grasp of Harry's. Fingers interlocked, he kissed the inside of her wrist before turning his attention to her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head behind her closed eyelids. A thoroughly earned feminine scream broke through the humid air. Through the fog of her ecstasy she swallowed, her throat oddly sore. Above her she felt Harry convulse and a flooding warmth spilled into her body. They lay there unmoving, still trying to catch their breaths for a indeterminable amount of time. Slowly Harry pulled himself from her body and collapsed on the bed next to her. Smiling, Reese caught up the blanket with her toes and spread it over the both of them, before drifting off into a well satisfied sleep.

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It had been unusually quiet that evening, which sent her on edge. She had come home from school to the ominous lack of yelling. In fact the only sounds echoing through the ill-kept house was the muffled sounds of the t.v. set in the living room. As she made her way to the stairs, she passed by the doorway that led into the living room, the obnoxious ring-side commentary of a boxing match barking through the opening. Her step father sat slouched in his stained cushioned throne, a half empty bottle of jack hanging casually in his grasp. Stepping as quietly as possible, she walked towards the first step of the stairs. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up as the eerie feeling of being watched oozed over her skin. Turning, she caught in her peripherals the sight of the useless drunkard's eyes fixed upon her. Gulping, she hurried up the stairs and shut the door.

She had been so frazzled by the experience that she stayed into her room for the rest of the night, opting out of dinner. She wouldn't have been able to eat anyway. Her stomach was in knots from the overwhelming instinct of danger in her near future. While the couple from hell dined on their plates below, (a sumptuous platter of mushy self-pity and obnoxious selfishness, garnished of course with shavings of child abuse) she snuck into the bathroom and quickly rushed through her bathroom ritual.

Reese tucked into her little bed, the same bed that she'd had since she was a toddler. Her ankles hung over the edge of her bed. Skirting about the idea of closing her eyes and trying to sleep, she saw light stream through from under the door. She watched through wide eyes as two shadows appeared next to each other, blocking most of the light. Shaking under her sheets, she stared in terror as the door knob twisted with an alerting squeak. Tears pooled in her eyes as the door creaked open, spilling light into her room. Framed in her door frame stood an enormous dark shadow…

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Reese snapped awake, tears streaming out of her eyes. Her body shaking, she realized in humiliation that the mattress beneath her butt was soaked through. Terrible memories fresh in her mind she ran to her bathroom and threw herself before her toilet. Digested food and bile fought their way up through her esophagus and sprayed into her toilet. Sweat beaded across her forehead as she became re-acquainted with her most recent dinner.

"Rey?" Harry asked. "Are you ok?" Turning her head to the side, she saw him squatting next to her on the bathroom floor. His hand reached out, heading towards her naked shoulder. She recoiled violently at the motion.

"Please," she gasped between heaves. "Don't touch me right now.'

Harry nodded, pulling his hand back. He unraveled her toilet paper and folded several little pads, placing it next to her on the floor. As she rested her hot forehead against the cold rim of the bowl, she caught a glimpse of that dark look flashing over Harry's face once again.