Nearly this entire chapter is nsfw, so. Proceed with caution. :)

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so come on get higher loosen my lips
faith and desire and the swing of your hips
just pull me down hard
and drown me in love
Matt Nathanson, "Come On Get Higher"

Olivia made a sleepy little noise and shifted as he crawled into bed behind her and kissed her neck. "Tickles," she murmured. "Sasquatch."

"Sorry, baby," he said. He wrapped his arms around her middle and squeezed, and when a hand found her breast she made a different type of noise altogher.

"I'm tryin' to sleep here, Harry," she said, but she pressed her ass into him before she flipped over. She snuggled close and kissed him, nibbling and sucking at his lower lip before her tongue flicked against his. "Taste like beer."

"Yeah," he said. "I stayed after to have a couple with Jax."

She combed her fingers through his beard and kissed him again. "How is he? How's the baby?"

He played with her hair a while, his face pensive and drawn, and she gave him the time he needed to work it out. "He's…I don't know. Jax, ya know? Just sorta…there. He won't really talk about it. Says he don't know what to say."

"Sounds like Jax," she said, her brows flicking up as she rolled her eyes. "And Abel?"

Opie shrugged a shoulder and slid a hand under her shirt at the small of her back. "Doin' a little better, I guess. They got his heart fixed up, and next they're gonna work on his stomach. Man—that's some shit. Makes me almost glad I never had kids."

"Hhmm." Olivia nestled in and tucked her head under his chin. He was warm and familiar, his skin smooth beneath her cheek, and the steady drum of his heart was so soothing she almost dozed off again. Her eyes struggled open and she smothered a yawn.

"Tara said the stomach thing was from the drugs," she said, the haze lifting from her voice as she spoke. "The heart thing—well. That's a Teller for you. I guess you should be glad you never had kids with Jax."

She couldn't see him, but he made a face at her anyway. "That's lucky," he said. "I'll be sure to mention that to him." He skimmed his palm lower, to cup her ass, and she wiggled.

"What are you doing, Mr. Winston?"

He snorted out a laugh. "Gettin' fresh, Miz Gable. Why? You complainin'?"

"Nope." She kissed his neck and buried her nose in the curve of it to take a long breath. "Mmmm you smell good."

"Just got outta the shower. Didn't wanna get in bed smellin' like cigarettes and the clubhouse."

"So considerate." She pushed gently at his shoulder until he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him so that she perched on top of him.

"How's Tara?" he said as he stroked her thighs. "She okay with bein' Abel's doctor?"

Olivia's brow scrunched, and she absently ran her hands up his bare chest. "She said she wants to be on Abel's case. I didn't think they allowed a doctor to work with a patient she knows personally—or, I guess in this case, a family she knows. But her boss trusts her, so." Her head tilted in a shrug, and Opie nodded.

"She's a good doctor. Jax is glad to have her." His face scrunched in the way that made her want to boop his nose. "I think."

She smiled a little. "You biker boys suffer from a terrible case of emotional constipation."

He laughed so hard she nearly fell off, and he grabbed her hips as she started to slip. "You're such a goddamn lady, Gable."

"You want a lady go find one. You've never had a problem with my mouth before."

He rolled them again, cradling her head in his hand and pressing his leg between her thighs. "Ain't got a problem with your mouth now," he said on a growl, and she shivered as he bit at her lips.

"What's this, love?" she said. She slid her hand between them and squeezed his erection. "Is that for me?"

"Every inch," he said, kissing down the side of her throat. "You want it, baby?"

"You know I do," she breathed. "I want this." She squeezed again. "I want you. I want whatever you give me."

He stared down at her with wide eyes, and a surge of love and lust swamped through him so strong it left him shaking. The things he wanted to do to her Jesus Christ—!

"Ollie—" He jerked away, a little frightened of himself, and she frowned. Without giving her a chance to say anything or pull him back, he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, both hands fisted in his hair.

She stared at his bent back and reached out a tentative hand. "Opie? Sweetheart, what is it? Talk to me. Whatever it is, I'm listening."

"Oll, Jesus…I just…I don't wanna hurt you."

"Hurt me?" Her brow furrowed at the absurdity of it. "Ope, you could never—"

"I mean physically," he said, twisting toward her. He sounded…almost angry, but she thought it was directed at himself and not her. "You're so small, babe, and I'm so—" A frustrated flick of his fingers, and she caught his hand in hers.

"So what? Big?" She crawled around in front of him and pushed him back into the headboard. "Sexy?" she said, climbing into his lap. "Mine?"

"Fuck," he whispered. He caught her hips in his hands and kneaded hard, and her body moved in a sinuous, hungry roll. "You like that?" he said, his voice rough.

"Yeah, Ope. I love it." She smiled and tapped a finger against the center of his chest. "I'm small, but I'm not delicate." Her mouth twisted when she thought of her bad hip. "Okay, a little delicate, but…I don't think you'll break me. You haven't so far."

His chin dropped to his chest, and his expression was sheepish. "I've been holdin' back so far. Tryin' to be, you know…easy, like. I didn't wanna hurt you or scare you off."

"Oh," she said.

They'd been together a little over three weeks now, closing in on a month, and so far the sex had been great. Really great. Lots and lots of oral, which Olivia definitely wasn't complaining about, but she'd had a sense there was something like this conversation brewing. Opie enjoyed what they did together; that was obvious; but from very early on she'd been able to tell he wasn't quite as there as she was.

Not that he was zoned out or thinking of something else—just that he was concentrating part of his mind on something other than fucking her. Now she knew what it was, and she relaxed a little.

She swallowed and settled herself more comfortably in his lap. She loved straddling him like this: his body was so big, and it gave her an ache low in her pelvis and through her hips. A good ache. Not like the usual accident-reminder pain she lived with most days.

"You want to be rougher," she said.

Color flamed across his cheeks, but when he tried to duck his head she pulled him up by the beard.

"How rough? Are we talking whips and chains—"

"Jesus, Oll, no! Nothin' like that!" he said. "Not that rough."

She let out a breath. That was a relief. She was open-minded, and into a lot of different things, but hardcore BDSM or any sort of formal Dom/sub situation had never really been high on her list of kinks.

On the other hand, she wasn't averse to having her pleasure spiked with a bit of pain. A sharp thrill amidst the softness, like the prick of a thorn on a rose stem.

"So more like…hard fucking?"

He nodded.

Her mouth curved when he blushed. This could be fun. "Holding me down while you fuck me? Pinning my wrists above my head with your hands?"

Another nod, this time accompanied by a firm squeeze to her thighs.

"Bending me over things and fucking me from behind?" she said, her voice going low as she traced her tongue around the curve of his ear. "Making me scream with your fat cock?"

"God, Ollie," he said. "Yeah. Fuck yeah."

"Spanking?" she said, and bit his earlobe.

"Yes!" His head fell back on a low moan. "I wanna spank you till your sexy round ass is all red with my handprints. Fuck, Oll, I'm so sorry. I wanna bite you and leave marks on your skin. I wanna look at you when I get you naked and see myself all over you. I know it's not right, and I know it's not what you want—"

"Opie," she said. "You didn't ask what I want. I love the way you've been so far. I love how gentle it's been, and how sweet. I like that kind of sex a lot." Her grin turned wicked and she bit his neck, hard. She took his hand and guided it between her thighs. "Feel how wet I am for you, baby. How wet I am at the idea of you spanking me and holding me down and fucking me until I scream. I like sweet, gentle sex, and I like hard, rough sex. I like being on top of you and underneath you and on my knees in front of you. I love sitting on your face."

He flashed a half-smile. "I know you do," he said. His expression stilled and he tucked her hair behind her ear. "You'd really be into it?"

"God yes," she said with a laugh. "I'd be so fucking into it. I trust you, Harry; now I need you to trust me."

"Trust you how?" he said, the worry line forming between his brows.

She smoothed it with her thumb and kissed the spot. "Trust me to stop you if it gets too much. Trust me to know my limits. Can you do that?"

He cupped her face in his big hands and kissed her, his lips brushing over hers soft as a whisper. "Yeah, babe. I can do that."

"Okay," she said. He kissed her again, more roughly. She shivered at the feel of his mouth and the tickle from his beard, the warmth of his breath and the sharp nick of his teeth.

He gave her a smack on the ass that made her jump, and she bit her lip around a grin. She pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it away and ran both hands up her body to cup her breasts. "Whatever you want, Opie. Anything you want. I'm all yours."

"Yeah?" he said. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them. "Anything?"

The rasp of his voice made her eyes go wide, and he loomed over her, big and solid. He had been on top of her many times in the last three weeks, but this was the first time she felt the sheer size of him, their more than one foot height difference and hundred pound weight difference.

"Anything, Harry," she said on a breath. "I trust you."

He grinned and braced his weight on his arms, like he might be about to do a pushup. "Turn over," he said in her ear.

She did so slowly, taking her time about it, and he sank his teeth into her shoulder blade. Her body arched, and he kissed his way down her back, licking and biting and sucking as he went. His touch didn't have the gentleness and caution she'd gotten used to, and every time she felt the pinch of teeth she moaned.

"You like that, Ollie baby?" he said, biting harder.

"Yes! Yeah, yes, I love it!"

"I'm markin' up your pretty white skin, sweetheart." He went back and kissed all the spots he'd bitten; lathed his tongue over them. "These'll be here a day or two."

"Good!" she said. "Good. I want them. Don't stop, Opie. Please don't stop."

He groaned and tugged her panties down just far enough to bare her ass. He bit her there, too, digging his teeth in and sucking hard, before he trailed his tongue between her cheeks over and over while she wiggled and whimpered.

He dropped his forehead to rest against her and took a gulping, panting breath. "God, baby, fuck, I wanna eat you so bad."

"I'm so wet for you, Opie," she said between gasps. "I need to feel you; I need you to make me come!"

He shuddered and sat up. Gave her ass a sharp little smack just to hear the noise she made. She ground her hips into the bed and he clicked his tongue. "Be still," he said, spanking her again, harder.

"Opie!" she moaned.

"You do like that, don't you?" he said with another firm smack.

"Mmmm yes I do, so much!"

"Sweet little Ollie," he said, kneading her ass with both hands. "Not nearly as innocent as you look, are you?"

She cast a sly glance over her shoulder. "Baby boy, I took your virginity in the back of your daddy's pickup in the middle of a thunderstorm. How innocent do I look, exactly?"

"Fuck," he said through gritted teeth. He spread her legs and bit and sucked his way from her knee up the inside of her thigh until he hit the bottom edge of her panties.

"I wanna eat you, but I'm not going to," he said. "Instead I'm going to lie you down on your back and fuck you till you scream." He grasped her hips to flip her over, and then hovered above her. "You're gonna come for me."

"Yeah, Ope, yes," she said, her eyes wide and pupils blown.

He grinned and reached for a condom. "That wasn't a question. Or a request." Handing her the package, he shoved his shorts down and tugged her panties off the rest of the way. She ripped it open and rolled the rubber down his cock, her lip caught between her teeth.

Her back hit the mattress as he pushed her down, and she let out a rough breath. "Please," she breathed. "God, please, need you so bad!"

He growled and slammed into her; her body arched on a groan. He pulled her legs up until they were draped across his shoulders, and that sent him so deep, so fucking deep, that she gritted her teeth.

"Wait," she said. "Wait, gimme—"

"Am I hurting you, baby?" he murmured, a furrow of concern between his brows. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose. "Don't wanna hurt you. Do I need to stop? Do somethin' different?"

"No," she said. "No, I just need—I need a sec—"

"Not until you're ready," he said. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, Oll. So hard and deep. You're gonna feel it in your bones, sweetheart. You're gonna beg me for more."

Her head fell back and she dug her nails into his ribs. "Now! Please, now!"

Their moans mingled as he pulled back and thrust in again. "Like that?" he said, his voice strained.

"Yes," she whispered, "yes yeah yes like that, fuck me so hard, please please please!"

"Goddamn, baby," he rasped.

She opened her eyes to watch him as he wrapped his hands around her shoulders from underneath and buried his face in her neck. She tangled one hand in his hair and pressed the other against the headboard, her body arching to meet every hard, rough thrust, her teeth dug into her lower lip, and her brow creased.

"Tell me how good I make you feel, Ollie. Tell me how much you love me and how much you love the way I fuck you."

Her mouth fell open and his name tumbled out in a mindless litany: "Opie, Opie, sweetheart, love, I love you so goddamn much. That's so good, just what I want, everything I want! You're so big, fuck fuck don't stop please please!"

"I love you, Ollie," he moaned. "God I love you so fucking much you feel so goddamn good your tight little cunt fuck you're so hot and wet for me!"

"Don't stop, just like that!" She tugged his hair and her whole body shook every time he slammed into her. It was good, so fucking good, just skirting the edge of pain in the way she craved without even knowing it, and a tiny part of her marveled that this was Opie. Her Opie, gentle giant who always touched her with such reverence.

There was reverence here, but it was of a completely different kind.

"Fuck, baby, fuck not gonna last long you feel so good fuck I'm gonna come so goddamn hard for you!" he grated.

He rained kisses all over her neck and chest, never once letting up as he pounded into her, and she loved it; she loved feeling him over her, loved him fucking her like this, hard and deep and wanton, and just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, just when she was sure she'd have to beg him to ease off just a little, her body went taut and the orgasm shattered her.

She couldn't speak, her breath was gone, and when he felt her clench around him and the way she jerked beneath him that was it, he couldn't hold on, and seconds later he was spilling into the condom, jet after jet that left his balls aching and his muscles twitching.

"Fuck," she moaned as she shuddered through the aftershocks.

He nodded his agreement and gathered her against him, kissing anywhere he could reach, and she carded her fingers through his hair.

They were both quiet, trying to catch their breath, but after a moment she laughed.

"What?" he said, too spent to even raise his head.

"Experiment successful, I think," she said.

He echoed her laugh with a low, rasping one of his own before he stirred a little, just enough to lift off her and get rid of the condom. Her legs slid down to bracket his body, and he rubbed her thighs. "Sore, babe?" he said as she winced.

"Um hum. But I'll be okay."

When she looked up at him she saw that his ears were red and his eyes uncertain. She caught him by the beard and pulled him down for a long, slow kiss. "That was incredible, Opie. Really."

"Yeah?" he said on an uncertain breath. "I didn't hurt you?"

"Well." Another small flinch as she shifted beneath him. He rolled off her and wrapped his arms around her, careful and tentative, and pulled her to his chest. She stroked his skin with her palm and kissed the reaper tattoo on his sternum.

"A little," she admitted, "but mostly good hurt. Almost entirely good hurt."

He frowned and kissed the top of her head. "But not completely good hurt."

She sighed, maybe sort of sadly. "There are things I want, Ope. Like—really, really want—and incredibly rough, hard, intense fucking with you is very high on that list."

His hands were gentle as he caressed her back. "But?"

"No but. Not exactly. More like…well, okay, but, but not a hard one." She laughed at the confused noise he made. "I just mean—I have to be careful. I know you know that, and I know you'll take care of me."

"Of course I will, baby. Always."

She rested her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes to enjoy the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Not every time. The other stuff, like the biting and—the other stuff—is fine. But the—the actual—"

"Fucking," he said with a hint of amusement.

She took a deep breath. "Fucking. Yes. Not as hard every time."

He sighed. "I did hurt you, then."

"Opie." She tilted her head back to look him in the face. "I love you. That sex was—it was incredible. I now truly understand what Cosmo means when they use the term mind blowing."

He blushed. "Seriously?"

"Yes, Harry. Seriously."

His face scrunched. "It didn't last very long."

She muffled a giggle. "It didn't have to. It was a sprint, not a marathon. Sometimes a sprint is exactly what you want."

He flipped them over and dipped his head to kiss her nipple. Flick it with his tongue. "I love you so much, Olivia. I'd do anything to make you happy."

She grinned and tugged his hair a little. "Good. Then stop worrying! Since we got back together has sex ever been a problem?"

"No," he said, trailing his mouth down to her bellybutton.

"Okay. Then why would it be now?"

"Um." He bit the inside of her thigh, a gentle nip. "I guess, um…I guess it wouldn't?"

"Right," she said. "It wouldn't. So let's just—have a good time. Like we have been. I think we know each other well enough to tell when it's time to be rough and wild and when it's time to take it easy. Don't you?"

He ran his tongue up her slit and she wiggled. "I think now it's time for you to come again."

"Mmmm. See? Smart boy."

Well. I warned you.