AN Sorry this took a bit, my beloved dog passed away this past week. Anyway, thank you for your reviews. I look forward to more. Please read and review. Hope you enjoy. Warning:things get a bit uncomfortable at the end. AN
Reese's hands flew over the catastrophe that was her counter, little aesthetic enhancing accessories leaping through the air to land haphazardly in every potential nook and cranny of her bag. Looking down into the chaotic mess that'd have made Eris proud, a flash of purple caught her eye. Though her clothes had been exchanged for more modest travel wear, her legs were still perched in the bright purple boots she'd worn for her routine.
"Fuck." Reese grabbed her own leg in displeasure and dropped it rather loudly on her chair, where it echoed with a resounding thud. A long line of faces, from the most elegantly made up to the trashiest train wreck, turned to look at her. She blinked at the varied spectrum of "the fuck?"
"Heh," she mumbled, a little flustered. "Sorry." Once the last of the glares had ceased, she turned her attention back to her boots. Yanking down the zipper, Reese peered about for the flats she wore earlier. She spied a timid brown heel peeking out from under her chair. Prying her somewhat sore limb from the grossly impractical footwear, she used her now free foot to tease the flats out from under the chair. She hooked her toe into one of the shoes, and quickly set to work removing the other boot. The shiny purple beauties bid the light farewell with a final sparkle, before disappearing with its compatriots into the bag. Reese wrenched the zipper shut, grumbling once or twice when it snagged. Patting herself down, she did a quick check of all her necessities. Satisfied that all her belongings were in their designated location, she quickly tightened the sash of her coat, hooked a hand in the two worn handles of her bag, and made a hasty escape through the door.
She'd barely had a moment to take in the fresh evening air when she felt herself pulled to the side of the door. A small shriek scrambled up her throat. The bag fell forgotten at her side. Her rigid body made contact with a very warm, very masculine wall. Reese whipped her head round in a panic, unable to take in any one part of the person who grabbed her to decipher a whole person. It wasn't until she found herself drowning in a familiar pair of bright blue pools that she manage to begin to reign in the massive succession of panic attacks that would have followed.
"Harry," she breathed, the words barely making it passed her frightened heart that had leapt up to pound violently in her throat. A warm long fingered hand slid up her front, and closed gently over her throat. "Kinda," he chuckled into her ear. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of her earlobe, making her shiver. Slowly, he inched her backwards until her back was pressed firmly against the brick wall behind her. His free hand wrapped around her hip, pulling her lower half forward. Back arched, Reese laid her hands flat against the cold bricks behind her to brace herself in her new awkward position.
"Madden," her words died against the soft lips that found hers. She moaned softly against the onslaught his lips dealt her. The sounds that escaped her only seemed to encourage him, his tongue sliding back and forth along hers. She inhaled sharply through her nose, as she felt her lips open of their own volition. Into her mouth swept his tongue to slide along the length of hers. Lost in the sensation of his mouth plundering hers, the sudden wave of warmth that settled between her legs knocked the strength from her knees. Before her butt made sudden and intimate introductions with the cold concrete floor, Reese encircled her arms around Madden's neck. The hand at her neck left, as he nibbled the inside of her lower lip, moving to a far more scorching place at her hip.
She winced lightly as both hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her skin. She was sure there would be bruises. A blatant clue for her customers to see into her private life. His rough hands moved from her hips, down the swell of her butt to dig in once more into the back of her thighs. Reese squeaked in surprise as her feet left the ground. Her protests evaporated into lust laden sighs, as her new found position brought his body tight against hers. A very noticeable bulged rubbed rhythmically against her. Deep shudders flowed through her, erupting in loud moans that were barely muffled by his mouth. The sounds of her own passion echoing off of the walls, brought a ray of common sense and a general reminder of public decency through the fog that, quite frankly, just demanded she jump that boy.
"Wait," she panted. He pulled his lips from the numb mess that was her mouth, but instead of setting her down, he found a new target in the crook of her neck. Reese's eyes took a little trip up toward the back of her head, while he nipped and sucked the sensitive skin.
"Please," she croaked. "Not... Not here, please... Harry!" Her raspy voice came out in a panicked shrill at his name.
Pulling back from her throat, he stared hard into her face. His chest surged with each shakey breath. Deep in the dark blue orbs holding her gaze, she saw a faint flash pass through. Slowly his arms loosened their hold on her kegs. She slid unceremoniously to the ground, her body in full contact with his throughout its decent.
"Thanks."
"Oh you'll be making it up to me," He pinned her with a heated stare, before wrapping a hand tightly around her wrist with one hand and snatching up her bag in the other. Madden dragged her from the alley, and with her in tow, hailed a cab.
He nudged her into the back seat, giving brisk instructions to the driver. Once the door closed behind him, he'd turned his attention fully to her. He reached for her, tugging her closer on the seat. His right hand caught her chin, holding her head forward. With his strong grip on her chin, the only direction she could really look was forward. She saw the curious eyes meeting hers in the rear view mirror. Reese smiled apologetically at the driver, as his eyes switched back and forth from the road to her face in the mirror. Her smile quickly evaporated as Madden went back to kissing and sucking her neck. She couldn't hide the trembling when his tongue began to trace the length of her neck and along her collar bone. She shifted awkwardly in her seat, trying to ignore the growing moisture between her thighs. He moved back to her ear, biting hard on her earlobe. Reese barely bit back a cry of pain laced ecstasy. She caught the driver staring at her, eyebrow raised in amusement.
With her attention focused elsewhere, Reese forgot about the mobility of his other hand, which found a place on her knee. Her thigh twitched as Madden's free hand squeezed the flesh just above her knee. His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath the thin sweat pants that covered them. She tried to search his face out from the corner of her eye, but all she could see were the sandy colored locks at the back of his neck. She gasped as his hand slid the last few inches up her thigh to the part of her body that burned hottest for him. His lips curled into a smile against her ear, as he felt the damp fabric. His knuckles brushed lightly against her, moving in languid strokes. Shuddering with every shallow breath, a Reese spied the driver watching them intensely. Reese grimaced at the idea of putting on a show. Stripping was one thing. She'd detached from her body during every dance. In sex, she was there, intimately involved. Fully clothed at Madden's mercy, she felt more exposed to this one cab driver, than she had topless in front of a dozen people.
He paused his teasing, feeling her growing tension in his arms. Reese slid toward him in the car, as he pulled her tighter to his body. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he turned her face toward his. The expression was definitely Madden. Madden's harshly edged smile. His dark appeal, shadowing Harry's sweet features. Still, in that cocky calculating mixture, she could make out a tenderness. He held her in his arms, the only movement was his thumb rubbing up and down along her cheek. The one feeling stronger than the demand for release searing her insides was the soft fountain of tenderness bubbling in her chest. Her heart beat a fearful tune under her skin. Locked in his gaze, Reese was terrified. She had always loved Harry, but now in his arms and trying to accept his darker side, she found herself falling. She had tumbled over the edge and fallen in love. Her skin on fire with lust and her heart near to bursting with love, she felt herself spinning out of control with nothing to hold onto except him. Shaking with unshed tears in her eyes, Reese clung desperately to his body for fear of floating away.
They stayed in that position, clinging to one another until the cab pulled to a stop just outside of her apartment complex. She blinked seeing the familiar ragged landscape interrupted at intervals by different sets of metal stairs. Noting the change in the subject of her focus, Madden turned his head to glance over his shoulder. He took only a moment to note their destination. Taking her hand, he pulled them both out of the car. On unsteady legs, Reese carefully made her way up the stairs with Madden tight on her heals. After a few unsuccessful attempts to fit the key into the lock (and carving some spectacular designs into the lock) she managed to unlock the infuriating barrier and let them into her apartment.
As the door closed behind them, Reese watched with a nervous stare as he quickly locked and bolted the door. The cramped space gave a physical embodiment to the intimate situation. She back up slowly, running a hand up and down the opposite arm. Madden was watching her from the shadow by the entrance, head cocked at a hard angle. Brisk deliberate motions brought him inches from her face. She gasped in surprise at the sudden closeness.
Madden's hand cupped her cheek, his index finger toying with her ear lobe.
"You don't need to be afraid of me," his words flowed over her, themselves a caress. "I like you too much to drive you away. He and I both."
He brought his face closer to hers. Reese's eyes flicked down and saw his mouth hovering above hers, waiting for her to close the distance. Letting her choose the moment, if at all. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against his. He kept his kiss soft and unassuming, allowing her to maintain control. Pulling away, she took his hand in her own and ushered him into her bedroom.
Reese turned slowly. Madden's dark eyes looked from her to the bed, a knowing smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. Her hands moved to the sash of her coat. With her slender fingers, she pried apart the knot and slid the garment of her shoulder. It fell with ease into a puddle on the floor. She kicked her shoes off. They landed with a comical against the wall. Catching hold of the hem of her sweatshirt, she pulled it over her head, tossing it lightly toward the hamper in the corner. Finally, Reese hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and shimmied out of them one leg at a time. Shy at her exposed skin,she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her knees up to her chin. She watched as he, taking her lead, slipped out of his clothes.
Once he'd slid his pants off of his legs, Madden set a hand on either side of her. His knuckles braced his weight on the bed. She quickly scooted backwards, half out of the need to put distance between them, and half to give him room to join her. He followed her backwards trip up the length of the bed, his movement quicker than hers, until she found herself stretched out underneath him. He rested his forearms on either side of her head, enclosing her in his embrace. Madden sought out her mouth with all the aggressiveness he'd shown in the alley. His fingers brushed through her hair, sending chills down her spine. Reese felt his weight shift to one forearm, as he slid his right hand down to her shoulder, pulling her bra strap from its place. She arched her back slightly, letting him reach under her and unclasp her bra. His fingers hooked under the strap and with her compliance, slipped it off her body. Her breasts now exposed, Madden turned his attention to each goosebump covered mound. His alternating caresses and suckling prying soft whimpers from her.
"Please," Reese begged, her hands digging into his broad shoulder. His soft chuckle rumbled against a hardened nipple. Pulling his mouth from her chest, Madden sat up on his calves. She almost cried at the loss of his mouth on her body until his finger slid under the band of her panties. Through half hooded eyes, she watched him pull the damp cloth down her legs. His head bent low, placing a kiss on her hip bone. But as his breath ticked the apex of her thighs, she froze.
Mmm sweeet little girl.
"No!" her high pitched voice came out in a rush. He pulled away in surprise, looking questioningly at her wide eyed face. "Don't... Don't go down on me, please. I can't," she stuttered between breaths. "I just... Please don't. "
A startling anger filled Madden's eyes, and she knew he could guess why she didn't want him to do it. The air in the little room thickened, as he twisted her blankets in his fists. Reese watched, terrified at the inner struggle she saw brewing along his features. His eyes focused and unfocused with each passing second. "I'm sorry," she said quickly.
His eyes snapped onto hers. An infinite sadness streaked through the glossy rage that still commanded his eyes.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said through gritted teeth. He pulled away from her legs and sprawled out on the bed next to her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he pulled her into his body, tucking her into the safety of his arms. "I never want to hear you apologize for something that isn't your fault."
Reese nodded, not trusting her voice.
"Hey," he said softly, turning her head to face him. "It. Is. Not. Your. Fault." Is words busted open the proverbial flood gates, sending her into a crying frenzy. His hand stroked her hair, as he whispered nonsensical words of comfort to her sobbing form.
AN: I'm sorry if there is any confusion as to who is who, but for the most part it is Madden in control. I kinda pictured it as in the movie where Madden has the reigns and and Harry is talking to him as an observer. In this case giving him advice when to take it easy and such. Hopefully it was not too bad.