A/N: Warning-MATURE
"Was it mine Harlee? Why didn't you tell me?"
"What difference does it make now?"
"Because I need to know if I have to be sorry, sorry for what I have done. I assumed you wanted comfort that night..."
There was silence behind her door.
"I did", she barely whispered so only the air could hear. Then she flung her door open and trained her eyes on his non-existent heart.
"No, Robert, " her voice rang out "you didn't assume. I asked you. I made it perfectly clear", she took a deep breath. "I still want you, now". "And it hurts, Robert, but not in the way I imagined. Back then the pain you gave me was sweet and right. Including that port, you dumb ass. Did you think I was that unrefined? I could have gone to you every single day since that night and let you do what you wanted, what you still need, Stahl. In bed, you are an incredible, sick bastard. Did you know how many times I sat at night missing your mouth, your hands, your touch? I wanted you, whenever and however you wanted. But you did not notice. You went after my daughter. How could you be so stupidly blind? "
She looked at his lips. They were bloodless. He had rolled his bottom one into his mouth and bit with the top. His signature tell...
"Come here ", she said. "Turn around, don't fight". She pulled off his jacket and hung it on the balustrade. Slowly, ever so slowly, she circled her arms around his body like he did around hers that first time. Now he really knew what comfort felt like. All along, he had no idea he had her. And he fucked up.
Harlee turned down his collar and slid her hand underneath. She pulled down the fabric and exposed his neck. She trailed soft wet kisses up to his hairline and pressed her cheek in. She ran her hands thru his hair, gently, feeling every strand. Her lion, lost in his way...He suddenly swung her around and she found herself flush with the wall. His breath dampened her neck. She moaned into his arm and he pressed himself closer, praying it was not for the last time. He tried to catch her mouth with his but she resisted. He slid to his knees like a born sinner and ripped open her robe. Oh, my God, those breasts, hips, thighs...She was so slick and wet when his fingers touched her. He wanted to please her so bad his eyes turned silver. He moved lacy fabric aside...and he heard a sob. Wait, was she crying? His eyes flew open, he quickly got up. He held her, and felt something tear roughly inside, his breaths became fast and shallow. Next second, she disengaged and her door clicked shut. He sat on her steps for the rest of the night begging and bargaining with his God...