Mal and Harry

Harry followed Mal up the staircase, his eyes watching her hips move as she climbed the steps. Mal said goodnight to Jay and Lonnie with a swift wink when the two couples parted and she entered the bedroom they were sharing.

Harry turned the main light off in the hallway before he followed Mal into the room. He shut the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness. Mal turned on her heel when the pirate locked the door, a loud noise in the quiet room.

"Your eyes," Harry murmured, reaching out to touch Mal's cheek gently. Her irises looked as though they had been backlit and they were glowing. "Kiss me," he breathed as he pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair. Their lips met in the softest of kisses.

Mal smiled and leant into him, allowing him to wrap his arm around her back and to drag his hook down the side of her face. She shivered at the contact of the cool metal. Harry pressed a second kiss to the tip of her nose and Mal giggled, turning her face so that she could cover her smile with her hand.

"What?" Harry grumbled, annoyed at how quickly his body had responded to the feeling of Mal pressed against him and how uncomfortable his trousers had become in seconds. The pirate pouted dramatically as Mal's giggles turned into laughter. He adjusted himself as she buried her face in his neck.

"It's just that you're being all kissy but you've got a bloody hook on my cheek," she snorted, pushing him away slightly so that she could double over and laugh harder.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows and he used the point of his hook to bring Mal's chin up, like he had when they had been on the Isle. It had always made Mal gulp and shiver with heat. The point made a small indent in the smooth expanse of her skin, the column of her neck becoming longer as he forced her chin higher so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

"Still feel like laughing?" he asked slowly. Mal swallowed as she sobered up. She shook her head and he broke out into a Cheshire Cat like grin. "Want a shower then," Harry lowered his voice into a gravelly whisper and Mal blinked several times.

"Uh huh," Mal swallowed again, squirming under Harry's piercing stare as a fire ignited in her belly.

The pirate set his hook down on one of the bedside tables and then he held out his hand, palm side up, so that Mal could slide her own into it. When her skin came into contact with his, a jump of electricity shot through her and the pit of her stomach, fanning the flames.

Harry lead her to the ensuite, flicking the switch on as he went passed it. The bathroom was modern; white tiles and a marble countertop was topped by a large mirror. Harry pulled Mal in front of him and mirror, placing her in the centre of the mirror. She looked at her reflection and watched, mesmerised, as Harry stood right behind her, admiring her.

He swept her hair to one side, the purple locks tumbling over one shoulder to exposed the other. Harry looked up from under his lashes as he kissed her across her jaw and down her neck. Mal melted back into his chest, alternating between closing her eyes and sighing softly and watching Harry's lips dance across her collarbone in the mirror.

The ability to see what he was doing to her made Mal a little crazy and she allowed her mind to wander to dirtier situations and ways to use the mirror to their advantage.

"Why don't you turn of the shower," Harry whispered, stepping back with a smirk. Mal stumbled slightly and she gripped the marble counter to steady her weak knees. The beginning of the teasing had sparked her interest already.

"Fine," she replied, looking him dead in the eyes via the mirror. Mal gripped the ends of her t-shirt and tugged the material over her head, leaving her in her jeans and bra. She twisted and leant over, brushing up against Harry's torso as she reached to turn the shower faucet on.

Harry sucked in a breath, hissing through his teeth as he looked down to see Mal's skin under the dim bathroom lights. She grinned up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, knowing exactly what she was doing to the pirate. The shadows and planes of her body were being illuminated by the several soft lights, all complimenting her curves and accentuating them.

Slowly steam began to rise and curl around the couple but both were simply staring at each other, having a silent conversation through looks alone. Harry was beginning to sweat under his jacket and Mal quickly realised as a sheen began to form on his brow.

Her fingers brushed down over his chest and under the lapels of his thick jacket, peeling it down from over his shoulders until it fell to the floor with a dull thud.

Harry tilted his chin back and Mal pressed a kiss to his stubbled neck as she balled up the fabric of his t-shirt and up over his head, dropping it down onto the floor to gather with the jacket.

She couldn't help herself; her fingers traced the inky lines of the tattoos on his muscled stomach which flowed up over his chest. She could feel his chest vibrate when he hummed in appreciation. Becoming a captain of his own ship had helped Harry's body in ways Mal had never imagined. He had always been strong and broad but the sunshine had tanned his skin and he looked healthy and fit.

Mal shimmied out of her tight jeans, playing up the act so that it became a performance. Harry made a noise in the back of his throat that was half whine, half growl and reached out to grip her hips, roughly pulling her close so that their bodies were pressed together and she could feel his excitement against her stomach.

"Think we should skip the shower, don't you," he said between kisses and Mal wriggled out of his grip with a slow smile.

"Huh uh, you wanted a shower so a shower is what you're getting mister," Mal sassed and she quickly divulged herself of her underwear and went to stand under the shower head, leaving Harry to fumbled with his trousers and underwear.

Under the hot spray of water, Mal rolled her neck and allowed the pressure to sooth her back and neck, systematically relaxing the muscles as Harry walked into the larger than average shower cubicle and settled himself behind her.

The mood sobered from aroused to content as Harry helped Mal wet her hair under the spray. Somebody had left some products on a shelf in the tiled wall and Harry took it upon himself to lather Mal's hair into soapy bubbles.

Mal poured some shampoo into the palm of her hand as she turned around, and she stood on her tip toes and lathered Harry's messy hair into bubbles, like he was for her own.

They helped each other wash the bubbles off as they kissed languidly. Harry picked up a flannel and he soaped the material up and began wiping the soap along Mal's collarbones, slowly teasing her.

The heat from the water had made her skin pink under the light and Harry swept the flannel down her sternum. He swallowed as he circled her breasts, leaving a trail of soap behind as he ghosted over her pebbled nipples. Mal took a sharp gasp as his hands teased over her sensitive nubs and around the soft flesh of her chest.

It took serious restraint on Harry's part not to bend and capture a nipple or tease her further. Instead, he continued down her stomach and over her hipbones. Mal was facing Harry and he could see into the mirror and the pale expanse of Mal's back and the swell of her arse, fulling his arousal further.

Mal leant back against the cool glass of the shower wall, squeaking at the temperature difference. Harry sunk to his knees without removing his eyes from Mal's face or the flannel from her hot skin. He continued his decent down over her pelvis and down her thighs, skimming his hands over calfs and then back up her legs. He could only see her shoulders and head in the misty reflection now.

Mal was breathing deeply, her fingers locking into his wet hair as Harry abandoned the task of soaping her up, instead, he focused on what was right in front of his nose.

It was not the first time he had seen Mal in all of her naked glory, but this moment felt sweeter, more important that all of the other times they had been together on the Isle of the Lost. This time Harry felt as if they were more than just two people enjoying the feel of another body; they were partaking in an act of something deeper. Something more loving and intimate.

Mal pulled his head closer to her body and he complied, his nose skimming along her navel as he fumbled behind him, blindly turning the shower pressure down so that it was barely trickling. The halt to the warm water made goosebumps blossom over Mal's skin and her nipples became stiff peaks, aching almost as her body responded to being touched.

Harry's fingers ghosted up the back of her legs, dispelling droplets of water as he made it to the apex of her thighs. Mal sucked in a breath as Harry dragged the tip of his finger up her slit, revealing in the way that her crotch surged forward from the glass at the slight contact.

"Wound up are ya?" Harry said but Mal's groan made him smirk and re-evaluate his attention to her body. Water dripped from Harry's hair and he chased them with his tongue, finally tasting Mal's arousal on his tongue and the girl hissed in pleasure.

"Fuck," she swore, raising a hand so that she could bite on the soft flesh of her palm. Mal was conscious of the people presumably asleep on the other side of the bathroom's walls but Harry nipped at her most sensitive part until a keen wail erupted from Mal's throat.

"Harry- the, the others," Mal breathed out as two fingers began to trace the outskirts of her entrance. Harry seemed to take this as a challenge and he was knuckles deep within a second, making Mal see stars and black spots for a moment. A loud intake of breath turned into a moan and Harry laughed against the bundle of nerves in between his lips, making Mal's eye squeeze tightly shut.

The water was no longer flowing as Mal had accidentally turned the faucet off when she had been looking for something to grip onto, and the tiled room made every heartbeat and breath seem louder. Mal could no longer care about the way she was making guttural noises, or the wet slurping Harry's mouth crudely made. Instead, she was focused on one goal; making the tension knot of anticipation and pleasure in the pit of her stomach explode as soon as possible.

All Mal could focus on was the feel of Harry's fingers twisting and plunging, retreating and teasing deep within her, much like he had when they had been secluded in the forest. The same build of pleasure and the same loving, safe feeling was all she could comprehend as he licked and nipped at her clit whilst massaging her inner walls with a satisfied smirk which she could feel against her skin.

Harry looked up through his lashes but Mal was leaning on the wall at an angle so he could only see the tilted point of her tipped back chin and her breasts moving as she huffed and moaned, practically grinding herself onto Harry's hand and face.

The pirate knew her body almost better than she did. He knew that when she began to quietly chant his name, almost as though she was praying, that she was close. Her nails were embedded into his scalp and his shoulder and Harry retreated quickly.

Mal cursed and her legs faltered as Harry stood up with a grin. Mal's eyes were a deep green and he could tell she had been on the verger of an orgasm.

"What the fuck?" She hissed, reaching out to grab at the pirate but he smirked and climbed out of the shower.

"I've waited seven months ta take ya again, I ain't doin' it in a shower," he practically purred as he used a hand towel to dry his body and his hair.

Mal shivered at the cold air and the way Harry's body looked slightly damp. He had droplets of water running down his back and over his chest, running through the grooves of his defined muscles and meeting at the V of his pelvis. Mal's eyes appraised his torso and she broke out into a small smirk when she looked at the muscle between his strong thighs, ready and waiting and all because of her.

It gave her a new sense of power, confidence and hunger. Mal waved her hand over her hair and her magic seeped over it, drying the purple locks instantly. She felt alive and as if her magic was overflowing from within her, so was the effect the pirate had on her.

"Holy shit," Harry said, picking up on the primal energy that seemed to have overtaken the girl. Mal's eyes were twinkling and bright as she all but threw herself onto Harry.

The pirate swore at the feeling of Mal's skin on his, neither separated by clothing but her lips were on his in seconds and she kissed his surprise away. Mal had gained some height when she had jumped and she had been able to wrap her legs around his torso, hovering just a inch or two shy from Harry's throbbing member.

The pirate wasted no time in walking them to the large double bed, too eager and turned on to bother with any more teasing.

"How," he whispered on her lips as he gently knelt down, settling Mal's body onto the mattress below.

"I wanna look into your eyes," she replied as Harry reached between their bodies to run a finger through her slick heat. Mal mewled and arched her back. "Please, Harry, please," she begged quietly and Harry kissed her jaw.

He manoeuvred himself so that he was caging Mal's head within his forearms and he used his hand to guide himself to her entrance. Harry kissed her deeply, pouring all of the emotions he had not allowed himself to feel in over half a year as he pushed into her, swallowing both of their cries as they joined.

When he was buried within her to the hilt, Harry ran his free hand up her body from where it had been gripping her hipbone, over her ribcage and around her breasts. He used it to cup her face as Mal kissed him eagerly, allowing both of them time to adjust to sensation of the others body.

Neither had been with anybody since each other and they feel into the pre-existing routine easily, as if it had been minutes not months that they had been separated.

Mal eventually rolled her hips and Harry swore into the crook of her neck, his long hair flopping into his eyes as he slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her warmth quickly, making Mal's breath catch in her throat.

A thick sense of lust and need overtook the pirate and his hips began to piston, surging and retreating from her body in a way that hit a part within her that had her back arched and her eyes rolling back.

"Sweet Circe Harry," Mal groaned when he angled her hips in a way in which made Harry's pubic bone meet her sensitive clit every time her bottomed out.

Spurred on by the piercing feeling of Mal's nails in his back and her cries in his ears, Harry knelt up onto his knees as Mal arched back rose from the mattress for a moment after a particularly deep thrust. He gripped at her hipbones so tightly he was certain he would leave a bruise. He used the difference in angles to pull one of her nimble legs onto his shoulder.

"Oh gods," Harry breathed as Mal bit her palm to stop her scream-like wails.

"Fuck," she swore quietly as the bedroom was filled with sounds of flesh hitting flesh, laboured breath, moans and creaking from the bed frame.

The new angle and the possessive expression on Harry's face meant that Mal was the on the edge and she was struggling to contain the pleasure deep in her bones.

"Harry, please, I'm gone-"

"Come for me then Mal, I love you," he cut her off, doubling his speed as he began to play with her clit like a man possessed.

Mal began to dimly understand his confession but her orgasm crashed over so violently that she began to shake and her eyes rolled back into her head. She could see stars and barely registered Harry coming deep within her with a roar. She could hear herself saying something but all she could see were black spots in her vision and all she could feel was a bone-deep pleasure ripping through her body.

Harry felt as though he was having an out of body experience. He had his eyes screwed shut tightly as he weakly thrusted through their orgasms. Mal's thighs were shaking against his chest and hip and she was chanting his name as he was hers. He felt like a rag doll when he finally released Mal's leg and collapsed at her side.

She was still saying his name with her head tilted back and her eyes shut. Mal had a satisfied smile on her face and she was shaking ever so slightly. Harry rested a hand over her navel and he caught his breath as he watched her bask in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

After what seemed like hours, Mal eventually opened her eyes and looked at the pirate to her side. Her eyes were still acidic green but she had a thin layer of tears misting her sight.

Harry panicked for a moment and he reached for the blanket to cover them. Mal sniffled and scoffed as he tucked her into his side slowly.

"What's wrong my love?" he asked her as she traced her shaking fingertips over his pectorals.

"Its stupid really," Mal sniffled in reply. "I'm ruining a perfect moment by crying," she said sadly.

"Nothin' ya could do would ruin this moment fer me," Harry kissed her temple. "What is it then?"

"Do you really?" Mal questioned quietly. "Because no-one ever has before."

"Really what?"

Mal licked her lips and tilted her head on his chest so that she could look at him. "Do you love me?"

Harry took a sharp breath and looked into her eyes. He swallowed nervously and then rested his head on his left arm, keeping the other around Mal's shoulders. He knew that the daughter of Maleficent didn't think her mother loved her and that anything he would say would impact her for the rest of her life.

"Yeah, I always have," he said simply. "Wanted to tell ya on the Isle. Almost did so many times but I always thought it would end up hurting us both. Sorry I said it." He stiffened under her cheek, worried about her reaction.

"I love you too." Mal threw her leg over Harry's and he slowly relaxed. Mal's breathing deepened and she fell asleep in his arms as Harry grinned like a god.

Okay so, here it is! I have enjoyed my first week at Uni (and thank you to those who wished me luck!) Keep your requests coming in as I am writing them down and I will post them when I have finished H&H

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