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Pete’s Place

“No, no, no, no! Mumma!” You cry out. “Daddy!” You’re crying and whimpering and then you sit straight up in bed, panting, tears streaming down your face.

Harry wakes up with a start. “Ya had another nightmare, dinna ya?” He asks as you lay back down and snuggle into his chest, closing your eyes and listening to his steady heartbeat.

You nod.

“Tha’s the third one ya’ve had since the cottage. Blackout really did a number on ya, yeah?” He asks, stroking your hair.

You look up and meet his eyes. “I…this is different. It’s about my parents. I think…I think my memories are trying to come back.”

He sighs. “Ya gotta find a therapist, Jezebel.”

“I know…I'm scared...not sure I wanna remember what happened more than what I've read in the police report,” you say, fingers running over his sparrow tattoos.

“Know ya scared bu’ ya can’ keep havin’ these nightmares, love.”

You sigh. "I'm so sorry, H, this is the last thing you need during MSG..."

“The hell wi’ tha’. I’ll cancel the whole thing if I hafta.”

You press a kiss to his chin. "I promise I'll find someone...some of the victims I’ve interviewed have seen a childhood trauma specialist, I can probably find someone...and I'll make sure they understand our situation with the public."

“Today, if ya can. Wan’ ya ta be happy, Jezebel. Maybe my therapist can recommend someone in New York.”

You meet his eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Do anythin’ fo’ ya, know tha’.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll text her today. Get ya a referral.”

“Thank you.”

“Ya welcome, baby. Ya excited for New York City?”

“It’ll be nice to be in one place for a bit…even if it is NYC,” you say giggling.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “It has its challenges, yeah, bu’ there’s a great Italian restaurant I wanna take ya to.”

“Yeah? Tell me about pasta while I’m starving why don’t ya!” You tease him.

He chuckles. “Best pasta I’ve ever had outside of Italy. It’s a family owned place in an old house an’ ya in ya own room an’ the waiters knock befo’ enterin’. If ya need somethin’ ya flip a light on. S’called Pete’s Place.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmmm…sounds romantic and nummy.”

“It is. Can’ wait ya take ya there,” he says, fingering your engagement ring. “Only the best fo’ my Jezebel.”

You smile and lean in for a kiss and then he’s kissing you in soft, open-mouthed kisses that cause your blood to boil. By the time he rolls you over and settles his weight on you, you’re aching for him to be inside you.

“Gonna fuck my gorgeous fiancé, get her some brekkie, workout an’ then chill out fo’ the rest of the day…how’s tha’ sound?”

“Mmmm…sounds good,” you say, legs falling open for him to slot between.

He furrows his brow as he feels your warm pussy against him. “I love ya, Jezebel. I wan’ ya ta remember tha’. Always,” he says, as he moves just enough to slide into you.

You gasp. “I love you too, H. I always have.”

The day rolls by faster than expected, thankfully Harry was able to contact his therapist who contacted another therapist, Dr. Sarah Jane Freeman, who specializes in childhood trauma. She called promptly to schedule an initial appointment. After an initial consultation she requested a copy of the police report from your parent’s murder and made a virtual appointment for you for that afternoon. On the plane, you were able to do a little research on Dr. Freeman. She’s impressively qualified and highly recommended. As soon as you arrive at the NYC apartment, you have just enough time to send off a copy of your parent’s police report and start a load of laundry before it’s time for your appointment.

Harry helps you get set up in the office for the call then kisses your forehead, “You be alrigh’?”

You nod your head with a slight shrug. “Yeah… nervous, but yeah, I’ll be alright.”

He leans in for a warm hug then cups your cheeks. “Ya gon’ be jus’ fine, yeah? Jus’ relax an’ be honest wi’ her. ‘ll be close, jus’ gonna work on some melodies at tha piano.” You smile softly, close your eyes and pucker up animatedly looking for a kiss to which he happily complies. “I love ya an’…ya ‘ave ma support, we’ll get though it tagether, yeah?”

“Thank you, I love you,” you say taking in a deep breath and visibly steadying your shoulders. “That’s right, I can do this,” you say with false bravado, “can’t I?”

“Ya can, love,” He says kissing your nose and squeezing you closing to him.

You get comfortable in the office chair and find the monitor display ready for the call, thanks to Harry. He really does care, you think to yourself. “So lucky,” you whisper aloud as you look at the door he just left through. The chime comes through indicating an incoming call. You steady yourself, smile and click to accept the video connection. A lovely, gentle-faced, middle-aged woman’s face and shoulder’s fill the screen. She smiles kindly, removing her reading glasses and setting her clip board to one side. She cordially greets and introduces herself and you do the same. “So, I see that you had quite a troubling event happen when you were eleven. I’ve read the police report and I’m very sorry that you had to go through that at such a young age,” she says before leaning in. “Let’s put that aside for a moment, tell me what you remember about your parents.”

You take a deep breath and fidget nervously, “Well, Dr. Freeman...”

“Please, call me Sarah Jane,” she smiles setting you at ease.

“Well…so much of what I remember about them is centered around the shop they owned. My mum, Laura, and my father, Edward, owned a jewelry shop. Daddy was born in Gloucester and met my mother while they were in college in London,” you smile and look down, “I really wish I’d paid more attention to the stories they must’ve shared about how they fell in love, but I didn’t. They moved to Boston after college and eventually opened the shop,” you shake your head at the memories, “’Laura’s Fine Jewelry and Antiquities Shoppe’.” You chuckle softly at the memory, “When I was little I couldn’t pronounce ‘Antiquities’…I would say, ‘Laura’s Five Chewry and Tickletickies’,” you giggle and look up at Sarah Jane who is listening intently with a relaxed smile. “I remember that Daddy called mum, Button. I can remember him calling, ‘Button, ya ‘ere, love,’ when he would come in the shop after being away and she would always say, ‘where else would I be, honey.’ Isn’t that sweet? They must’ve been so in love,” you say looking to her for reassurance. Sarah Jane smiles, “It sounds lovely. I hope you realize that as young as you were it’s perfectly normal to have not paid much attention to your parent’s relationship. You were still a child and focused on yourself in relation to your parents. Absolutely normal.”

You brace yourself to continue, “Most of my memories are at the shop, I loved being there. It was always bright and, I swear, everything in the front room shined like…well…like diamonds. I loved helping mum clean the glass cabinets. There were all kinds of things to look at…some of the antiques they had were extremely old, like old porcelain and silver, but the cases I wasn’t allowed to touch were kept in the back. They had some very, very old English jewelry…rings, bracelets, brooches and watches. They kept everything locked up in the display cases, but the back cases were often empty because Daddy would only bring out the very old, expensive things when a customer had an appointment. The rest of the time those things were kept in a safe.” You smile at a memory that pops in your head, “Mum used to jingle when she moved because she carried the keys to the cases on a stretchy pink key chain around her wrist. She always smelled so good…my god, they were so trusting…,” you say with a lump in your throat.

“So, what I like to do is just get right into the event. It’s a sort of ‘ripping the band aid off’ move, but I feel like it’s best to get that nervous anticipation over so that you don’t spend too much time focusing on it or anxiously worrying about when we’re going to bring it up. Once it’s out in the air, we can focus on you a bit more in our sessions, does that sound ok?”

You nod, “Yes, that sounds fine.”

She nods compassionately and leans forward, “You doing alright, do you need a break?”

“Uhh…no, no, I’m good, I just wanna get through this…”

“Ok, well, just let me know if you need a break, I want you to feel comfortable,” she sits back, picks up her clipboard and perches her glasses on her nose, “I’ve read the police report you sent. I only received two pages, however, maybe the whole document didn’t come through?”

“No. That’s the full report that was done by Detective Fitzgerald and his partner Detective O’Malley,” you say raising your eyebrows and shrugging. “You know I have a true-crime podcast and of all the homicide reports I’ve ever looked at, I’ve never seen one so short. It’s shorter than most B and E, err…break and entering reports. And by the time I was old enough to wanna look into it, Detective Fitzgerald was retired and Detective O’Malley is dead. It’s frustrating and I have no memories from that day.”

“Well, you do have memories from that day, your sweet eleven-year-old brain just protected you by locking them away from your consciousness,” Sarah Jane reassures.

“I’m not sure I wanna remember them, honestly,” you say looking away.

“Well, I feel like the dreams you’ve been having aren’t giving you much choice, that day is going to come out eventually, maybe when you least expect it, that’s where it’s good for you to have a strong support system around you to support you through the process. Do you have the support you need?”

“Yeah, I have a great support system…I mean, you know my situation, although Harry and my friends, most of whom are with the band and crew are very busy, they’re such amazing people. Harry is the most spectacular person; he’a my best friend and is so supportive.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, and I’m so glad Harry knows about this event, and…”

“Well…” you interrupt, “I…, uh, haven’t really told him much about it, I mean, he knows some things, like, obviously that they’re not alive, but…I-I-I haven’t told him…or really anyone…about what happened. I’ve just gone to school, more school, worked, and….now the pod cast…”

“Why do you think you haven’t told him about it?”

“I just…I dunno, really… maybe, he won’t feel the same about me? I mean, what if this gets out to the press…he’s got such a following…and… and…maybe…I just…,” you shake your head at your rambling and grumble at the tears that fill your eyes. You rub your forehead, “I mean, I just don’t wanna… put all this on him.”

“Well, I can’t tell you what his reaction will be, that’s where trust comes in, do you feel safe with him?”

“Absolutely,” you answer immediately.

“I encourage you to think about what his reaction would be based on everything you know about him and consider sharing with him. We can talk more about that in moment if you like,” she says making a note. “So, I’ve read the police report, but I’d like to hear in your words what happened. Don’t try too hard to focus on specifics, just tell me like you’re telling a story.”

“Most of what I remember is what just what I’ve read in the report or heard from my Aunt Elizabeth, but after a while the subject was just dropped, and we never talked about it. Apparently, my father had some extremely valuable antique watches, that he kept in the safe in the back. He had dealers who would make appointments to come in for trades and purchases. One afternoon around closing time a couple of men in suits, at least that’s what the witness who saw them leaving said, came to the shop just as Mumma was locking up. For whatever reason she let them in, because there was no evidence of forced entry. I was in the back; my parents had set up a couch, television and desk area for me for after school. Somehow, they ended up overpowering her and proceeded to tape up her hands. I must’ve heard because I told the officers I crawled out from under the couch after it was all over. According to the report, she was sat on the couch and, apparently, gave them the combination to the safe. They took all the antiques and some other jewelry from the front cases.” Thoughtfully you say, “They must’ve gotten the keys from Mum’s wrist. Then Daddy, came in through the front…he probably called for his Button like he always did,” you say with a slight smile, “I told them that one man went to the front while the other stayed with my Mum.” You swallow hard, “Something caused him to hit her very hard and she was crying. I told the officer that she wouldn’t stop crying and saying ‘Edward’ and,” you take a break and use air quotes, “I told him that ‘he put a plastic bag around her head to make her be quiet’, I mean…apparently that’s what I said. She was found on the floor in front of the couch with her eyes open,” tears running down your cheeks, you reach for a tissue on the corner of the desk. Then the officer said it appeared that Daddy fought with the other man, but he never called for me. He told me that probably saved me, he must’ve known it was important to keep my presence private for my safety. God, he must’ve been so scared,” you sob. “Then there were two loud pops and..and…the fighting stopped. They must’ve opened the cases and took some other jewelry, but they left some behind as well. It..It seems that, m-my parents had great financial sense. Evidently, they never used credit, all the inventory was paid for and insurance paid for what was stolen.” You look at your hands tightly threaded and gripping each other. What was left af-after their f-f-funerals was placed in a trust for my Aunt Elizabeth to use to raise me and give me a good education,” you shake your head like you’re trying to rid yourself of the cobwebs. “Anyway, the bad men turned out the lights and left out the back door. According to the Medical Examiner’s determination of my parent’s time of death, I didn’t manage to leave until it was after dark…and when I did, I ran out into the street and flagged down a passerby screaming. Th-Then I passed out and was taken by EMS to the hospital where I was watched over and interviewed. But honestly, now…I don’t remember anything other than staying with nurses in the hospital until Aunt Elizabeth could come get to me. It appears that, I was in the shop…with…,” a sob escapes your chest, “with them for over three hours just hiding under the couch. An-an-and now, I’m having these dreams and flashes of memory and I’m sick that it’s never been solved. I mean, Sarah Jane, I’ve helped other cases get reopened and looked into, even solved, but for some reason, no one with Boston PD, at least not in the Beacon Hill borough, seems to be very helpful. But I haven’t really tried that hard either… I-I…haven’t wanted to know in all honesty. I can help someone else’s case quite easily, but I just don’t wanna think about my own.”

“Well, I think it’s going to be a very healthy thing for you to continue therapy. I would like to continue to work with you to help you face these memories and deal with them. I would highly recommend that you NOT work on this case yourself, at least not for a while, you need to deal with these dreams and memories before you start working on the case as aggressively as you do in your pod cast. Yes, I’m a fan, you do great work. Very inspiring. Let’s deal with these dreams and how they fit in your world now at age 32 because somewhere in there is a little 11-year-old girl who is fighting to remember what happened to her. So, let’s work on giving her some peace of mind. How does that sound?”

“I would really like that, I’m nervous but… I…I am going to trust this process,” you say with a slightly plastic smile.

“I also reviewed your intake paperwork, and you said you were open to hypnotherapy, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve never tried it, but I know a few of the clients I’ve worked with have found it to be helpful, so I’m open to it. I don’t know if you can get me to clear my mind enough to go under…but…who knows? Maybe I’ll just fall asleep, as tired as I am,” you say with a disgusted chuckle.

Dr. Freeman frowns, “You mentioned you weren’t relaxing enough to rest well, and the nightmares were keeping you up as well. I have a supplement I recommend for that L-Theanine is an excellent source of a specialized amino acid that helps with anxiety. I’ll send you a link to purchase and I recommend one capsule each night before bed. It can even help in a pinch if you’re feeling particularly anxious. Make sure you’re taking a good multivitamin and get that handsome boyfriend of yours to help you relax before bed so you can get a full night’s sleep. It’s going to be important as we work together that you take good care of yourself, ok?”

“Thank you, I will,” you say nibbling your fingers.

“I have an appointment available on Friday morning at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?”

You take a moment to review your schedule and that happens to be a great time for you albeit the day before the first MSG show, that night you and Harry have a dinner engagement to attend, but that morning works. “That works great for me,” you say as you add it to your calendar.

She takes her glasses off and sets the clipboard back to one side. “Excellent, now I want you to do me a favor. I would like for you to keep track of any dreams, flashbacks or things that arise related to your parents. I recommend you just keep notes on your phone of when things come up of what it was you remembered, what you were doing when you remembered it and how it made you feel. It can be as detailed or as simple as you like, but just make sure you note it so we can talk about it. Feel free to make a note of anything that might come up that you’re curious about, but I specifically want you to remember to note those parent related ideations that arise.”

You finish up your conversation, bid your thank yous and farewells and close the call. “Whew!” you say rolling back from the desk. You take a moment to look at the picture on the desk. It’s a candid shot of you at the cottage on the sitting on the couch in low light with a glass of wine in your hand, the fire place reflecting off the glass and your eyes as you smile softly for the camera. No, not for the camera, for Harry…that’s who you were smiling for. That’s who always makes you smile, you think as you finger your engagement ring. You hear a soft knock at the door and see his fingers appear on the door as he cracks it slightly and pokes his curly-haired head in.

“Ya alright, babe? Dinna hear ya talkin’ when I walked by…though’ I’d check on ya,” he says leaning against the doorframe half in the door and half out.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just a lot.”

He scoots in all the way and walks over to you behind the desk. He leans over and rests his hands on the arms of your chair. “You really ok, baby?” he asks kissing the top of your head.

You let your head fall back against the chair headrest, “Yeah, I will be,” you say searching his eyes. You know you should really tell him everything, it just doesn’t feel like the right time. He’s so patient to wait. So heartstoppingly patient and understanding, he may long to know what’s happened, but he would never hold an expectation that you reveal anything before you’re ready. “I love you, H,” you say cupping his cheek.

He turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand, “I love ya too…so much.”

“Thank you for this,” you say nodding toward the monitor.

He squats down and rests his hands on your thighs, “Ya welcome. Hey, I made a reservation fo’ tanight at Pete’s Place. Talked ta Pete, himself,” he smiles a smirky grin, “We’ll be in the Carina room, that’s Pete’s wife’s and Pete said Carina would be serving us herself.”

“How very posh,” you say with a sly smile, “I hope Carina can keep secrets…”

His eyebrows jump, “Mmmm…like tha sound of tha’.” His hands run up and down your thighs. “Wear a dress, somethin’ sexy…”

“Yes, sir,” you say leaning forward as if to kiss him. You pass his lips instead and go straight for his ear where you blow out gently, “Something sexy, hmm? Harold, do you have plans for me? Would you like to come help me pick something out, I do…sooo love…your…tassstte…” you continue breathily.

He puffs out a breath against your neck. “Careful wha’ ya wish fo’ Jezebel,” he rasps against your skin causing you to shiver.

Your hands move to his neck, fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck because you know it drives him crazy and you feel his pulse jump under your palm. “I’ll wear whatever you pick out…no complaints.”

He smirks and kisses your neck. “In tha’ case come wi’ me,” he says standing up and grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the office and into the walk-in closet. “I have the perfect dress fo’ ya,” he says, leaning down to pull out a fancy box from one of the drawers and sets it on the top of the dresser.

“What’s this?!”

“Wha’ ya wearin’ tonigh’ wi’ no complaints,” he says smirking.

Your hands hesitate over the box.

“Go on. Open it.”

“Ok,” you say breathily and open the box. You’d challenged him and the fact that he’d already anticipated this moment has your heart racing. Hands shaking, you untie the bow and pull up the lid and gently peel back the glittery tissue paper and gasp. You pull out the dress, mouth open. It’s a beautiful mini dress. Parts of it are sheer but there are crystals strategically placed so that your covered but skin will still show through.

He’s watching you intently, gauging your reaction. “Ya like it?”

Your eyes slide to meet his. “It’s gorgeous. Everyone’s gonna see a lot of me tonight,” you say blushing.

“Body like yours deserves to be shown off. There’s more,” he says pointing to the box.

You lay down the dress and go back into the box and pull out a pair of matching ballet flats. He knows your aversion to high heels. You smile and move to stand in front of him. “Thank you. I love it.”

He places his hands on your waist. “Can’ wait ta see ya in it an’ can’ wait ta see ya out of it,” he says against your mouth.

“Mmmm…me either.”

He leans and kisses you…soft at first and then you feel his tongue on the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth and your tongue darts out and tangles with his. You sigh into his kisses and just let yourself be consumed by him - the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. You moan into his mouth and he pulls you closer, one of his hands on your bum pulling you into him.

He pulls back, both of you breathless, eyes glazed over with lust. “If I dinna wan’ see ya in tha’ dress s’bad, I’d cancel our reservation,” he says pressing his forehead to yours.

“Mmmm…don’t tempt me.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Hired a hair an’ makeup person fo’ ya. They should be here soon.”

“Harry…didn’t have to.”

“Know I didn’t. Wan’ned ta.”

“Thank you.”

Just then you hear a knock at the door. “That’ll be them then.”

You pad out of the closet and open the door and sure enough it’s the beauty team. You welcome them in and they get set up and get started making you look beautiful.

An hour and half later and your coiffed and made up and it’s time to get ready. You decide on a tiny pair of thong bikini panties and then you slip your barely there dress on and pull it down, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup and then look in the mirror and your mouth drops open. Your hands smooth down your body and you smile. It’s gorgeous. You slip your sparkly flats on and go to the en-suite in search of Harry. He’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror styling his curls. You smile watching him without him knowing.

Finally satisfied with his hair he turns and sees you in the doorway and his eyes get wide. “Fuckin’ hell, Jezebel. Ya look…look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You giggle. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”

He looks down at his black flared pants, lace shirt with the ribbon tie and black blazer that he wore at Jeffery’s wedding and smiles. “Thank ya. Ya ready?”

You nod.

“Jus’ gotta put my shoes and rings on.”

You smile. “Sure.”

You sit on the bed and watch him select his rings and slip them on and you shiver, a shot of arousal shooting straight through you at the sight. You look down at your gorgeous engagement ring and sigh. The thought of taking it off makes you sad. You get up and walk into the closet and silently place your ring in his ring box. He meets your eyes as his fingers trace over your ring finger, letting you know that it’s ok. He pulls your hands up to his mouth and kisses it.

You smile.

“Ya ready?”

You nod and then you’re getting in the elevator and going down to the lobby and out the door where Cal is waiting for you in the car.

Harry helps you settle by buckling you in, something he’s always done. “Thank you,” you say as he softly kisses you.

He quirks an eye. “Wha’ fo’?” he says as he buckles himself.

“For always making sure I’m buckled in.”

He smiles, staring hard, “Baby, always make sure ya safe,” he leans in to your ear, “’sides, gives me a great opportunity ta accidentally touch ya…fuck knows I’d do anythin’ ta get close ta ya…mmm…ya smell so good tanight,” he says has he noses behind your ear causing a hitch in your breathing and your body to break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you, it’s just my shampoo.”

“Nah, tha’s no’ wha’ it is…jus’ you…’s jus’ you, love,” he says before he kisses his way to your lips.

You smile as he pulls away. “So where is Pete’s, babe?”

“’S jus’ outside tha city. ‘S quiet an’ Pete an’ Carina are tha swee’est people. Lovely, large Italian family…all in tha business tagether. It’s in this old three story ‘ouse tha’s been renova’ed to ‘ave tables in their own rooms so ya eat in privacy. We are in Carina’s room on tha third floor. ‘S ma favorite room, ‘s quiet. Ev’rythin’ is so fresh an’ Pete’s cookin’ fo’ us tanight, so he knows wha’ I wan’ an’…well, babe, ya jus’ gon’ love it as much as me. Carina makes this red wine vinegar dressin’ fo the salad…mmm… it’s delicious.”

“I sounds amazing, and what a great concept to have rooms in an old home for dining.”

“It is…an’ each room closes off. Staff always knock before enterin’ an’ ya call fo’ them by switchin’ on a light that indicates ya need service. Most of tha time ‘s hard ta get a reservation,” he says running his fingers down your thigh.

You slide you hand over his and can’t help the disappointment of seeing your hand on his without your engagement ring. You quickly recover and place your other hand over it so it’s out of sight.

He notices the disappointment, “Soon, baby, soon….”

“No, I don’t wanna rush it, honestly, I’m enjoying it as our secret, I just miss my ring I’ll be glad when Anne sends that chain so I can wear it around my neck.”

“Yeah, it’ll be close ta ya heart, right here,” he says running his hand over your chest.

“You tryna cop a feel, Styles?” you tease.

“No’ at first, bu’ maybe now,” he says as his finger runs down and around your nipple.

Cal clears his throat and announces that you’re about fifteen minutes out.

The rest of the drive is a beautiful trek through a heavily wooded area up a two-lane road that looks like a private drive, but there doesn’t seem to be anything in sight ahead. Finally, you break through to a clearing and a big, beautiful yellow Victorian home with white trim is lit up like a Christmas tree. There’s a small sign hanging that says, “Pete’s Place est. 1953”. There are two white rocking chairs on the front porch, one with the name “Pete” painted on the head rest and the other “Carina”. There are wooden crates stacked with tomatoes and lemons in some and brown bottles in the others. It’s absolutely charming. The minute the door to the car opens you can smell the fresh cut grass that surrounds and, yep, the smell of roasted garlic and fresh baked Italian bread.

You grab Harry’s hand as you make you way up the sidewalk to the front doors. Through the glass of the front door there you see a small, dark-haired woman dressed in a red dress covered with a white apron looking back at you. She claps her hands together and throws the doors open but takes a moment to yell back in the house, “Pe - te! He’s here!”

Harry squeezes your hand and looks at you with a smile and you can’t resist the grin and giggle that escapes.

“Har-ry! It’s so lovely to see you,” she says as she grabs his cheeks to kiss. She abruptly pushes him to the side and grabs your hands and looks you up and down, “And this must be the beautiful love you told Pete about!” She cups your cheek, “You are too beautiful for Harry! Harry!” She whirls around to him, “She’s too beautiful for you, piccolo!”

“I know, I know, Carina,” he says with laugh and a shrug.

She turns to point a wagging finger at him, “And you’d do good to never forget that, piccolo! She’s too beautiful…just perfecto,” she says turning back to you.

At this point you can’t help the giggles coming from behind your hand that’s covering your mouth. Carina is something else and then some. She’s utterly delightful.

“Leave the bambino alone, Rina…” a gray-haired balding man standing in the doorway says as he dries his hands on a towel.

Harry walks over to him, “Pete, thanks for havin’ us on such short notice.”

Pete reaches out to shake his hand and ends up pulling him in for a hug, “You know we always have room for you here Harry! I see Rina has met your lady, but I haven’t had the pleasure.”

After introductions, Pete excuses himself to the kitchen and Carina leads you up the stairs to your dining room.

“You are in the Carina Room, piccolo.” Carina says smoothing her apron as she makes her way up the steps.

Harry squeezes your hand and winks as you follow Carina up the stairs. You rush up a couple of steps to get ahead of him and tease him by stopping causing him to step into your bum. You glance over your shoulder to smirk and wink animatedly at him as he grabs your hips above him to steady himself. He quickly places a kiss to your lower back and then makes his way up the couple of steps and up a few more to pull you along. “Minx,” he mutters on his way by causing you to giggle.

“Careful Harry! Be a gentleman!” Carina scolds looking over the banister to see what’s taking you so long, “Don’t rush her up the stairs.” Shaking her head, “Bambini che giocano sulle scale. Heavens! Bambini che si fanno male,” Carina mutters under her breath in Italian.

You look at Harry and both swallow the giggle that threatens to erupt. “Busted,” you mouth to him. He sticks his tongue out and makes a goofy face before finally sucking in both lips with a smirk. When you reach the landing you quickly make your way to Carina before she has a chance to turn around.

“Har… where is that bambino?” Carina asks placing both hands on her hips.

Ever the tattle-tale you point toward the landing and say, “He’s back there…”

“Harry! Stop ya dawdlin’, piccolo. My gracious, your mind is wandering like a lost sheep,” she says taking your hand and leading you into your dining room.

“This is your room for supper tonight,” she says as opens the china cabinet and pulls out two dinner plates, salad plates, bowls, stemware and locates flatware from the drawers. She begins to set the beautiful, yet overly large dining table. She sets two places on the corner of the rectangular table. There are six chairs along the ends and one side of the table and a long bench along the other side. The table is rustic looking with a dark stain and a matching, lighted china cabinet sat at one end holding enough china and wares for the seats in the room. Carina pulls out two silver candle sticks and gold long tapered candles, “I use the nice candles for you, darling. This is a special occasion, no?” she comments looking at you.

You look over to Harry who smiles at the floor, “They’re all special occasions with her, Carina.”

You blush and match his smile at the floor as he moves over to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Oh piccolo, I can see that…I can certainly see that.” She turns to you and takes your hand in hers, “He never brings a lady here…it is love that brings you,” she says and makes a point to tap your left ring finger causing you to gasp and look at him with wide eyes.

He tugs on his smiling lips with his forefinger and thumb and shakes his head looking at the floor, “Carina, ya are a hopeless roman’ic…,” he drawls with an extra thick accent.

She pats your hand and turns to leave, “Harry will tell you how things work around here, bambina. Harry, piccolo, you want your usual?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, I will leave you two alone. Shall I serve you or would you like to just serve yourselves?”

“Ya know, Carina, I think we can manage, I’ll flip tha light if we need ya. Also sent up a bottle of red, an’ some of your ginger beer an’ cream soda. Wanna give my girl here a taste of Pete’s specialties,” he says pulling you close to him.

“Will do, I’ll send it up the waiter, along with an ice bucket. You need anything else, you flip the light.” She turns her attention to you, “Welcome, darling, we hope you enjoy your evening, and it’s lovely to meet you,” she says as she steps outside the door. She slides the door panel door shut and the latch clicks.

You turn toward the table but before you can make a move, he has you pulled around and pushed up against the wall.

“Harry!” you whisper shout shocked.

He nuzzles your neck with his nose. “Can’ help it. Ya look s’amazin’…can’ stop starin’.” His hands slide down from your waist, just lightly grazing your sides until he reaches the hem of your dress. Both of your heads turn as you hear the whine and hiss of the dumb waiter. “An’ believe me, Jezebel, befo’ we leave here tonigh’, I’ll be doin’ a lot mo’ than starin’.”

“Harry,” you say breathless, gasping as his fingers slightly pull at the hem of your dress.

“Salads here. Shall we?” He says pulling back and going to stand in front of your chair, pulling it out.

You walk on shaky legs to the chair and sit down and he tucks you in.

He pours the wine and you clink glasses. “Cheers Jezebel.”

“Cheers.” You take a sip and sigh. “This is good.”

He smiles and brings the ice bucket with the ginger beer and cream soda, sitting it on the table. “Wanna try one of these?”

You shake your head. Let’s drink the wine first and have our salad. Heard a lot about this salad dressing from a fan of this place.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh.

“Fair enough, Jezebel,” he says spooning salad into two bowls from the large salad bowl. “Bread?”

You nod frantically and he chuckles, grabbing a slice of warm bread on the side of the bowl.

He places the bowl in front of you and then you’re picking up your forks and diving in.

“Oh my god, you were right about this dressing! It’s delicious!”

Harry smiles at you fondly. “Knew you’d love it.”

You take a bite of bread. “Don’t get me started on this bread.”

“It’s worth the carbs, this bread.”

You finish up your salads and wine and he places all the dishes and extra food in the dumbwaiter and hits the button.

“They’ll box up any leftovers,” he says before you can ask. “We have about 45 minutes until dinner. Dance with me?”

“Ummm…” it’s just then you hear Little Freak coming out of the speakers and smile.

He stands up and holds out his hand and you place your hand in his and stand up. He pulls you into his arms and then you’re swaying to the song he wrote about you, never breaking eye contact. You can feel the goosebumps raise on your arms as he sings the chorus and places his forehead to yours.

You can’t help the lump that forms in your throat as he whispers the words. You swallow hard trying to hold it together.

“I’m… just thinkin’ abou’ you…,” he sings. “Ya know tha’s true, Jesus, baby, I’m always thinkin’ abou’ ya, you are such a distractin’,” he places a soft kiss to your lips and hold there, “doesn’t matter ‘f ya around or no’, ‘s effort ta concentrate…this song’s filled wi’ words an’ memories I had through tha years…jus’ hard ta believe ya mine, ‘m so in love wi’ ya.”

“I love you, H. So much it’s consuming.”

He runs his hand down your bum and pulls your hips in to his even more than they already are. You can feel his strong thighs and growing bulge.

“Harry…” you whisper softly.

“Sorry, ‘m jus’ thinkin’ abou’ when I finally go’ ta tell ya abou’ this song. Waited s’ fuckin’ long for ya ta ‘no…was worth tha wait,” he kisses your bottom lip then works his way to your ear, “Buried deep inside ya when I told ya abou’ it, ‘member?”

“God, Harry, how could I forget. We left our own dinner party…got me naked…”

“Was abou’ ta bare ma soul, wan’ed ya bare ta me,” he says kissing below your ear. “Felt so fuckin’ good…but ya always feel s’good ta me.”

About that time the song closes and you whimper softly, “Damn…” you mutter. Then you hear the first few chords and know immediately what’s about to play next. He pulls his stare back on yours and kisses your nose. You both whisper, “Used to spend nights out in bar room…” as the song Tennessee Whiskey drips softly from the speakers. Your sways instinctively slows, but you pull in even closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he grins down at you and moves in to kiss your shoulder. His finger thread up through the back of your hair and he presses his lips hard to the space below your ear. His teeth work their way up to the lobe of your ear and you feel the warmth of his breath whisp down your neck. You shiver.

“Warm…as a glass of brandy…I stay…stoned..on your love…all..the..time,” he breaths in your ear. “So warm, baby, ya always s’warm…God, I wan’ make ya cum so bad, wan’ see it, wan’ feel it….wan’ taste it, he whispers thickly, accent rasping in your ear.

“Har…” you start to whisper

He takes a step forward which pushes you backward and you feel the table at your bum causing you to gasp as he slots a thigh against your core. “Please, love, don’ tell me no, please,” he pleads against your lips, his eyes wide, staring into yours.

“Ok,” is all you can manage.

His hands draw down to the hem of your dress and he walks it up to your waist. The dress is tight so it takes a little wiggle on your part to help him draw it up. His eyes stay on yours for a few seconds before he can’t stand it any longer and they fall to see what he has revealed. He grips your waist, “up…” he mutters as he helps you sit perched on the edge of the table. His hands slide down to between your knees and he pulls them open so he can work his hips in between them. He pulls you toward him opening you that much more to him.

“Tell me, angel. Are ya wet fo’ me?”

You gulp, meet his searching eyes and slowly start to nod.

“Jezebeeelll...,” he warns with a scolding but warm smile.

“Yes, Harry, god yes…I’m so wet for you,” you say closing your eyes and reveling in the fact that he is in control…when he wants your words…there’s no doubt left in your mind, he’s in control and he’s gonna take care of you and your surroundings so you have nothing to worry about. He’s got you. It’s the best feeling to just let go with him.

“Good girl,” he praises. He’s nose to nose with you, “Keep ya eyes on me, kay?

“Yes, I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

He smiles a tender, proud smile and you can’t help the feeling of excitement at making him proud.

He runs his hand up the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing the crease where your thigh meets your sex. “Ya ‘no I know ya scent, when we’re this close, my body know’s when ya turned on, just by ya scent. Ya ruined those tiny panties, right?”

You swallow hard and nod and he tsks and hisses, “Words please…”

You squeeze your eyes trying to concentrate, “Yes.”

“Yes, what, Jezebel?”

“Yes, I’ve ruined my panties,” you whimper softly against his mouth.

“Fuck, love ta hear ya breathe out those admissions,” he says biting his bottom lip and leaning his head to one side just as his lips take yours. He opens wide and thrusts his tongue in and slides it against yours. You’ve completely forgotten where you are as your fingers thread in the back of his hair. You suck on his tongue as he turns his head to get more of you. He continues to devour your mouth until you have to pull away to breathe. Panting he says, “Off…Off…take them off…” There’s no question, no statement to what he says, it’s a demand and you can’t wait to comply.

Just as you begin to reach under your hem to pull them off, he steps away to the door where he locks the latch and turns the lights off filling the room with only the light from the candles.

He’s back in an instant. “’S not that I don’t wanna see ya, ‘s jus’ that I wanna see the candlelight flicker in ya eyes,” he mutters as he helps by dropping your shoes to the floor and taking over pulling your panties off your ankles. He wads them up and shoves them in his pocket.

You smirk knowing he’s got a collection started of panties of yours he’s stolen in public places.

He cups both your cheeks in his hands and pulls your mouth to his for one last long sensual wet kiss. “Gonna lemme taste my honey? Gonna lay back on this table for me, Jezebel, and let me lick my pret-tee, wet, pussy, hmm?”

You answer by leaning back on both elbows.

He pulls your bum to the edge of the table and jerks a chair under him, sitting to get comfortable.

You smile and reach one hand out to cup his cheek to which he turns his head to kiss your palm. “Ya gon’ have ta be quiet, yeah? I mean, think we’re tha only ones on tha third floor, but I can’t be sure.”

“I’ll be quiet, Harry.”

He nods and grabs your ankles to prop your heels on the edge of the table. He looks down at you wide open for him and can’t help but close his eyes and exhale through pursed lips. The air blowing out sliding over your wet cunt. He wraps his arms around your thighs and uses one hand to hold your dress up and the other to brace your hip. Keeping his eyes on yours, he starts by placing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your knee, then the inside of your thigh. Jaw slack, you let out soft moan of anticipation. When he places a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your eyes roll back in your head. When he licks a stripe up your slit you can hardly keep your head upright. Your brows furrow when he does it again and you let out a rather loud whimper causing him to pop off with a smack.

“Easy babe…” he warns.

“Uh, I’m trying!”

He reaches forward and lightly flicks your clit, “Don’ sass, Jezebel, it doesn’ become ya.”

You flex your bum at the sensation and your elbows falter, you lean give up the strength holding you up and just relax all the way down lifting your head just slightly looking for his approval. His hand rubs your tummy and his head nods once to let you know all is well. You reach down and thread your fingers with his on your tummy.

“I love ya, Jezebel, love ev’rythin’ abou’ ya, baby.”

“Oh Harry, I love you too.”

His free hand pets your pussy and his forefinger and middle finger part your lips. You can feel his warm rings against your skin, just before his warm wet tongue licks circles around your clit. You feel a rush of arousal coat your channel and the idea you might drip on Carina’s table causing you to jerk your knees together.

“Baby, ‘f had ya home, ‘d have these legs tied open, keep these knees open.”

You respond by letting your knees fall open again and you can feel his smile against your body, “Oh Harry…”

“So good fo’ me, my sweet Jezebel…love my sweet honey,” he says lapping at your sex, slurping every drop your body pushes out for him. You feel the fingers he’s using to hold you open slide down to your drippy hole and circle it.

“God that feels so good,” you whisper up into the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

“How abou’ this?” he asks just before he slips both fingers in to the first knuckle. He twists and turns his hand his fingers screwing into your depths.

“Hahh..Hahh,” you whimper moan and then bite the back of your free hand trying to get control of your noises.

“Wish I could hear ya, swee’heart, but we gotta be quiet,” he says kissing the inside of your knee.

“Mmmm…” you nod faltering and squeezing your eyes.

He leans in and kisses your clit as his fingers pump in and out. He curls his fingers slightly and immediately hits your g-spot. He knows your body better than you do at this point.

You raise your head to meet his eyes.

“There?” he asks.

You nod your response unable to speak at this point and you squeeze his fingers and bite your bottom lip and let out a soft whine as he pumps and pumps. When he sucks hard on your clit your head falls back to the table and your back arches sharply, knuckles turning while as you fist one hand.

He knows you’re close so he continues his assault on your sensitive body. His thumb replaces his lips on your clit and he circles softly as his other hand continues to pump.

“Close…I’m so close, H. Don’t stop… don’t stop.”

He flutters his eyes and kisses the inside of your thigh. When your thighs begin to quiver with orgasm he mouths against your skin while his eyes fix on your opening and closing channel. “So fuckin’ sexy….”

With your back still arched you twist slightly from side to side as the contractions of the orgasm flood your core. You bite down hard on the inside of your mouth to keep from calling out to him.

You raise your head to get his attention while he holds his lips to the inside of your thigh. “Please?” you whisper.

He furrows his brows.

“Want you…it just…not the same without you…want you, please?” you whisper while panting and staring with pupils blown, reaching for his arm to pull yourself up as he stands.

“Babe, I can wait,” he says hearing the dumbwaiter arrive with your food. You both look over to where the aroma of homemade Italian food is oozing.

You pull his cheek over to meet your eyes as you place your lips on his. “But I don’t wanna…I need to feel you inside me, please don’t say no,” you whine against his lips as you reach for the button on his pants. “I promise, I’ll be quick.”

“Jesus, Jezebel, tha’s supposed ta be my line,” he says grasping your wrists and smirking.

You look down at his hands on yours and frown then close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Step back for me”

He steps back and you slide off the table, turn around, pulling your dress up to your waist. You swing your hair to one side and brace yourself on the edge of the table, bent, with your legs spread for him.

He hesitates, takes a look at the locked door and back to your bare bum and begins to rapidly unbutton and unzip his pants. His hard cock falls out and you can barely swallow a whimpered groan.

He pushes down on your lower back cause your back to thrust your sex out to him. He grasps his cock and lines up with your sopping pussy and pushes in slowly inche by inch until he bottoms out deep inside you.

His jaw clenches and you can hear him swallow as he squeezes your waist.

About that time a shadow takes up space blocking the light from under the door.

You both look over at the same time and you bite your bottom lip and he holds his finger up to his mouth. You both can’t help a slight snort of giggle.

Outside, Carina is about to knock when she stops stares at the door for a second, looks both ways then o leans in toward the door. She hears a gasp and snort, then silence. She straightens with a smile.

Pete comes up the stairs and bellows, “Well, did they like it?”

Carina waves down at Pete and shushes him. He walks over and whispers, “Is something wrong?”

She places her hand on his chest, “Oh no, mi amour, everything is fine, they haven’t even gotten to food yet.”

“Well, what’s wrong with the…” he starts as he raises his hand to knock.

Carina grabs his hand, “Don’t you dare!” she whisper-shouts, “They are in love, P. Let them be….”

Pete frowns and then raises his eyebrows with realization. “Ahh…”

Carina caresses his cheek, “Yes, I saw the look…in his eyes, but also in hers,” she looks to the side and back to Pete whispering quietly, “I think our piccolo has given her a ring, but it’s a secret.”

“Oh Car…careful, your nose with get you in trouble…” Pete warns and taps her nose with his forefinger.

“I know love when I see it, Pete.”

He smiles and wraps his arms around her, “Yes, prediletto,” he says kissing her gently. They turn and with his arm around her waist, Pete leads his bride of fifty-six years to the stairs and down.

Meanwhile, he has begun slowly thrusting while you move back on him.

You revel in the feeling of him moving inside you; the fullness of being filled by him. “Ssssoo good,” you mutter to yourself.

“Gon’ be quick, Jezebel. Take ya slow and easy later…” he warns just as he picks up the pace and the sound of his hips against your bum cheeks quietly makes its way to your ears.

It takes no time for you to cum because you never really stopped…Your ability to cum multiple times is so easy with him.

He sucks in both his lips trying to maintain some control. “Babe, don’ wanna mess up ya dress,” he says squeezing his eyes tight as his balls draw up.

You turn your head long enough to see the frustration on his face, but you realize he has a point. You do have to sit through the rest of dinner and ride back into the city with a barely-there dress on. You grab his hand on your hip and squeeze as you pull forward and he falls out. “Hold on,” you whisper as you turn around to face him. You tiptoe to give him a kiss and then slowly move down his body until you’re on your knees before him. You roll your eyes up to his and smirk as your hand encircles his hardness.

He smooths your hair, “Ya sure? Don’ hav’ ta.”

You answer by placing a kiss on his tip and take him down your throat. He’s warm and hard but his skin is as soft as velvet. He tastes clean and earthy, and all Harry.

His fingers fist in your hair as his head falls back on his shoulders, teeth clenched, jaw tight. His breathing picks up and you can feel his heart beat on your tongue as the blood flows through the vein on the bottom of his cock. Your free hand squeezes his thigh as he groans softly.

“Cumming…cumming,” he whispers as he looks down into your eyes. Brows pulled tight, bottom lip in his teeth, you feel the warmth of his cum run down your throat. It spurts over and over and his stance falters slightly as you swallow him down. You pop off and lick your bottom lip causing his eyes to flutter and his breath to stall. “Jesus. Christ.” He takes a moment to run his thumb along your lip then quickly buttons, zips and helps you get your feet under you. He bends down and straightens your dress down and you smooth it in front. He crouches down to catch your eyes, “Thank you, dinna hav’ ta do tha’…”

You lean into him, “I know, I wanted to. Your Jezebel, loves her little freak…but maybe I’m a little bit of a freak too.”

He pulls your chin up and kisses you deeply, “Thought of both of us on ya tongue, ya so fuckin’ perfect fo’ me.”

“I love you Harry…all of you.”

“Love ya too, Jezebel.”

“Will you plate our food while I run to the ladies room?” you say slipping into your shoes.

“‘Course.”

You excuse yourself and find a restroom just around the corner outside your dining room.

He’s just pouring the wine as you come back into the room and sit down. Your stomach rumbles at the sight of the bowl of Alfredo pasta and the hunk of garlic bread on the plate next to it. “Does this taste as good as it looks?”

He smiles as you sit down. “It’s better, Jezebel. Promise.”

You take a bite and he watches your face as your eyes roll back in your head. “Oh my god! This is amazing!” You say, taking another bite.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “I told ya it was good.” He holds up his wine glass. “Cheers Jezebel.”

You raise yours and clink your glass to his. “Cheers.”

You talk and giggle over dinner and just enjoy this wonderful calm before the storm of his residency gets under way.

You finish up your pasta and he sends the leftovers back down the dumbwaiter to be boxed up.

“Dessert and coffee’ll be up soon.”

“I think I’ll go to the loo real quick first,” you say kissing him quickly. You walk down the hallway and you see flashing lights and hear commotion from the window. You gasp as you look out and see the parking lot swamped with paps and fans. You jump as Carina places her hand on your elbow.

“Don’t worry, bambina. We’ll work it out,” Carina tells you.

“Has this ever happened before?”

She shakes her head no. “Not like this, no. Pete and our grandsons will take care of it.”

You sigh. “Thank you.”

“Pfft. You’re welcome, bambina,” she says, patting your arm.

You turn back to go back to Harry and see Pete standing in front of the door waiting for you. You open it and he follows you in.

He looks up in surprise at the look on your face. “Everythin’ ok?” He asks as you sit down.

“Yes, but there’s a situation.”

He drops his napkin on the table. “What’s goin’ on?” He asks looking between you and Pete.

“There’re paps and fans outside,” you say, grabbing his hand.

He hangs his head and your heart breaks a little.

“It’s ok, H. I’m sure Pete has a plan,” you say looking up at Pete.

“Uh yes, bambina. Me and my sons and grandsons will help you out of here. Carina is sending up dessert now. When you get ready to go, we will assist you,” Pete says, wringing his hands slightly.

“I’m sorry, Pete. I though’ we’d made it out of the city unfollowed.”

“It’s not your fault! You couldn’t have known piccolo!” Pete exclaims.

“Granpapa! Is he still here? Is he still here?” You hear coming from the hallway.

Two tween girls bound Into the room, eyes wide as they look to Pete and then to you and Harry.

“Luna! Valentina! You know you weren’t supposed to come up here!” Pete exclaims.

You look at Harry and smile and he smiles back.

“It’s ok, Pete. Hi girls,” he says and they gasp in pleasure and shock. He stands up and walks to where they’re standing in shock, mouths open. He’s taking to them in soothing tones and you can see them start to relax. They’re smiling and giggling and practically swooning as he leans in to hug them both.

“C’mon nipotinas! Let’s leave them to their dessert!” Pete says, ushering them out the door.

They wave shyly to you and Harry and then they’re gone and Pete closes the door.

Just then the dumbwaiter comes up. He sighs and grabs the tray and sits it on the table next to you.

You watch as he pours the coffee and sits the bowl of tiramisu in front of you, and places two spoons on the table. “You ok?” You ask him as he sits back down.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. I hate it, bu’ ‘m fine.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but it’ll be fine.”

He takes a spoonful of tiramisu and smiles. “Yeah ya righ’.” But the smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

You do your best to distract him by feeding him and it’s mostly working. You get a genuine smile when you boop his nose. He grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. “Love ya Jezebel.”

You blush. “I love you too.”

He feeds you the last bite and then places everything back in the dumbwaiter and flips the lightswitch.

A few minutes later, Pete and Carina come in and then you all make your way to the front door. Pete opens it three inches and then quickly shuts it.

“How bad is it?” Harry asks from behind him.

“Uh, well, there are many persons out there.”

You wince at the sigh that leaves his mouth.

“Your leftovers are in the car and the driver is ready to go. We will go out first and hold them back so you and the bambina can get through to the car, capiche?” Pete says to you all.

Everyone nods and Pete and his crew go out the door. You can hear them making a path to the car.

Harry turns around and grabs your hands in his. “You can do this. I’m righ’ in front of ya. Jus’ keep holda ma hands an’ stay close ta me, yeah?”

You nod.

He kisses your forehead. “I’ve go’ ya. Gon’ be ok.”

“Oh piccolo! Bambina! I’m so happy for you both! You come to see me again soon, yes?” Carina says, kissing you both on your cheeks and opening the door.

As soon as he steps through the threshold, the flashes are so bright you can barely see and he puts his hands behind his back and you grab his hands, entwining your fingers with his.

He steps out onto the porch and everyone is screaming his name. Your fingers grip his harder as he maneuvers you down the stairs and past the circus. You’re about halfway through when a pap breaks through the men holding them back.

“Get back!” Pete yells but the pap is already in front of you and snapping pics like crazy.

You scream as you see Cal yank the pap back and then you move forward again. It feels like forever but you’re finally in the car and you snuggle up to him and bury your face in his neck. You’re shaking and tears are streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, H. I thought I could handle it, but that was intense.”

“Shhhh, Jezebel. Ya ok. Shhhh…” he says pulling you closer.

You pull back and look into his eyes. “When we get home…will you take me, H? Make me yours? Please? I need to go to that place where it’s just you and me. Please?”

“I’ll give ya whatever ya need, ya know tha’.”

You slump back into him, your head in his neck. “Thank you.”

You feel yourself start to crash as the adrenaline high from the night begins to fall rapidly. The lull from the car engine, the smooth ride, Harry’s heartbeat and occasionally placed tender kiss soothes you to a light sleep. Soon, you’re lying flat on the floor with something heavy over you, a woman’s face staring at you, but you have this foreboding feeling that she isn’t well. She looks so shiny… why does she look so shiny like she’s made of plastic? And why are her eyes unmoving? Why isn’t she blinking? Her eyes look familiar…they look like the ones you see each day in the mirror. Why does this woman have your eyes and why is there darkness all around…other than…a blue blinking light? You feel like you’re being dragged away from the woman, but you don’t want to be…she needs you. You shouldn’t be leaving her! Wait! Wait! Don’t leave her. There’s a tear trickling down the side of her face from those blank eyes. “Alone…leave me…stop…stop…leave me alone!” you call out. Then you hear someone calling for a baby? Who’s baby? Stop! Someone is grabbing your wrists.

“Baby, Babe…shh…oh baby please…it’s me! It’s Harry! Jezebel!!” he calls out holding your wrists to his chest so you stop fighting him.

“Har…ry?” you whimper shaking all over.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me, shhhh…jus’ a dream…shhh… I’m right here.”

You look down at his shirt and see it wrinkled from where you have it fisted. “Oh my god, H! I’m so sorry,” you say frantically smoothing out his shirt. “I…I must’ve fallen asleep. Th-there was this woman,” you close your eyes and shake your head. “Her eyes…they looked like mine. I just don’t understand…”

“Hmm…d’ya wanna talk abou’ it?”

Sitting straighter in the seat you look out the window and shake your head. “I don’t even know what there is to talk about…I don’t know why this is happening, I mean, why now?” you wonder aloud unable to meet his gaze.

“’S ok,” he says softly. “Look at me. Really. ‘S ok an’ we’re gonna figure this out, mkay?”

You turn and nod your head reluctantly.

He pulls your chin up, “Stay with me. Don’ get lost in ya head, we’re almost home.”

The car pulls into the underground parking and you make your way to the elevator fingers threaded together. Thankfully he doesn’t say a word about your sweaty palm, he just holds on tight and the reassurance is exactly what you need.

In the elevator, he kisses your temple and pulls out his phone. “’M gonna call Jeffrey ta let ‘em ‘no abou’ tha paps tonight. Maybe they can get on top of wha’ might get posted tanight.”

You nod your head as the elevator dings and he squeezes your hand and leads you in the apartment. “Ya be alright ta go on up an’ get comfortable while I make this call real quick? I’ll be up straight away, yeah?”

You smile softly and nod your head. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

He leans forward, grabs your cheeks and pulls your face in to captures your lips. “I love ya. You wan’ me ta run ya a bath? Or bring ya some of that tea ya love?” he asks eyes meeting yours with concern.

You start to shake your head slowly…

“Ya sure…? I…”

“Yes, I don’t want a bath or tea. I jus…I-I just want you…to help me get lost… please?”

His eyes search yours back and forth and he sees the torment and pleading. He leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose, “Ok. Go get comfy, love, an’ I’ll be right up.”

He watches as you walk away stopping at the base of the stairs to slip your shoes off. You bend to grab them and carry them and yourself up the stairs with a deep sigh. He shakes his head and murmurs, “Fuck…” He hates feeling so helpless. His girl needs him and in a way only he can provide. He steps to the office and presses the dial button on his phone for Jeffrey. He sums up the evening and thanks Jeffrey for getting on top of it. He’s about to turn out the lamp when he looks down and see the Boston Police department seal at the top of a stack of papers. A closer look says it’s from the Homicide Division with a date of 2001. He picks up the papers and turns them over face down. As curious as he is to know what happened, this isn’t the way to find out. “Patience Styles…” he murmurs to himself. He knows you’ll come to him when the time is right. He shakes his head feeling heartbroken for the story that’s haunting you…haunting you with memories you can’t even decipher. Tonight, he’ll do his best, tonight he'll do what you asked of him…he’ll help you get lost…remind you that you’ll always be able to find yourself in him.

As he makes his way up the stairs, he unbuttons his cuffs and begins to make a plan. He stops in his tracks as soon as he steps inside the bedroom doorway. There are candles lit and there in the middle of the bed you sit, naked, on your knees, hands palm side up on your thighs, head bowed, sniffling with a old Alexander McQueen skull scarf draped across your thighs.

“Jesus, babe.”

You look up at him and your face his been scrubbed clean but he can see the tracks of tears that have run in rivulets down past your chin and on to your neck.

His shoulders slump and his jaw clenches. As much of a turn on as this is…the tears slay his insides. He walks to the edge of the bed and you simply hold your wrists out for him.

“Ya sure?”

“Yes, Harry, please…” you whisper with a final tear dripping down onto your bare chest.

He can’t help the fact that his eyes follow the tear as it slowly runs down to your hardened, crinkled nipple. Before he can even think better of it, his finger darts out to trace the wet dribble.

You close your eyes and let out a deep breath and your shoulders relax, the tension leaving your body.

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, “I. Love. Ya. So. Much. Ya no’ alone in this…”

You nod your head to avoid a sob and although he’d rather have your words, somehow he knows you are doing your best to just hang on at the moment.

He pulls the scarf in his hands. “Wore this s’many times wrapped ‘round ma head,” he says with a chuckle, "looked kinda foolish if ‘m honest.”

“No, you looked amazing. I loved you in that scarf…that’s why I picked it.”

“Yeah?” he says wrapping it around your wrists. “Dinna think I looked like a right twat in it?”

“Harry, in your whole life, you’ve never looked like a right twat.”

He smiles as he looks at your expression relaxing. Yeah, this is exactly what she needs, he thinks to himself. A little “before” time. Before all the craziness…before the memories…Once he has the last knot tied he braces himself on his hands on either side of your thighs. “Do ya remember your safe word?”

You smile and relax that much further. Inside you feel yourself start to melt and relinquish. He has exactly what you need…to just let go.

“Rainbow.”

“Good girl…lie back fo’ me, Jezebel, an’ just let me take care of ya. Don’ hold back, wanna hear ya, feel ya, see ya…I wan’ all of ya tanight,” he says pulling your legs out straight and slightly parted on the mattress. “D’ya need me ta tie them to the bed or can ya hold them above ya head? Yanno, nevermind, I wan’ ya tied down, all mine.”

He sees your breath catch in your throat before you release it with a long moan.

“Tha’s what ya wan’, huh, babe? You wanna be tied down fo’ me, don’ cha?”

He threads the hanging tails from the scarf around the slats of the headboard and knots them tight.

“Please, yes, please Harry,” you whimper and tug your wrists. The tighter the knot, the less you can move, the more you relax.

He leans down next to your ear, “Pull all ya wan’…give ‘em a good tug, love. Ya not goin’ anywhere... ya mine…ta love…ta please…ta play wi’. An’ ya mine for forever. Where’s ma ring?”

You flutter you fingers from your bonds. The fact that you can only flutter them, reminds you that you can’t move causing you to gulp audibly and him to smile smugly. All this time, he’s held your eyes with his intensely, but you can’t resist rolling your head up the pillow so you can see your hands bound to the headboard.

“Tha’s right, baby, ya bound to our bed, wearin’ my ring, no body knows abou’ wha’ we do in this bed…it’s jus’ you,” he runs his forefinger down your torso from breastbone to belly button, “and me.” He reaches down to pull one knee up and out, taking a moment to kiss the sensitive skin on your knee cap. He then reaches across to push up the other knee spreading you open wide for him.

You tuck your head against your upstretched arm and look at him adoringly. “I love you Harry.”

“’No ya do, darlin’ an’ ya ‘no I love ya jus’ as much, don’ cha? Ya ‘no ya can trust me don’ cha?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Give me ya power, love. Lemme have control.”

You groan and your eyes flutter and roll back. Suddenly you feel a quick, startling slap to your wet core and your clit stings in response. Your eyes fly open and you suck in your bottom lip with a sharp gasp and a gulp, back arching off the mattress. Your hips flex at the sensation. “Mmmm…Harrrryyy…”

“Eyes on me, love. Ya keep ya focus on me, hear me.”

He stands back from the bed and begins to slowly undress. You’re so focused on his actions that you begin to recite the tattoos you see as you see them, “butterfly, swallows…” you swallow hard again, “ship, rose, mermaid…” you blink once, “A-Anchor....” He begins take his rings off and you rush out, “Leave them!” His head jerks to side and he tsks. “I mean, please…leave them,” you correct yourself. He smiles and nods once as he moves on to unbutton his trousers. He slips them and his boxer briefs down when his cock pops out. You lick your lips, eyes glassy with lust. He makes no effort to hide how hard he is, in fact, he fists himself and gives a good tug and a deep groan.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby. Make me so god damned hard…see,” he says holding his cock on display.

You whine and close and then open your knees. “Keep them open, baby,” he warns. You flex you hips up and open your knees even wider.

“I’m dripping,” you whine squirming.

“I know, Jezebel, I can see ya wet lips.” He tugs his cock, “Love it when ya this wet. Love knowin tha’ when I finally fuck ya, ‘ll be able ta hear ma wet cunt slurpin’ an’ suckin’ my cock.”

You inhale sharply and your eyes flutter, but stay open.

“Oh baby, you do love when I talk filth don’ cha.”

“God yes, H, I love how ya talk ta me in bed.”

He reaches for the duvet under you and you frown wondering what he’s up to.

“Lift up, love, wanna take the duvet off.”

You pull your brows together and his lips slide to the side. “Wan’ ya full fo’ me…want ya ta come hard for me…all over me.”

You hiccup and pull on your wrists; he smirks at your reaction. You know he’s serious when he steps just inside the en suite to grab a towel that he folds and slips under your hips. After he situates the towel, he leans over and sucks your nipple and nips the tip hard. You twist your body begging for more. He responds by kissing his way up your neck to your lips and crashing them together. He licks into your mouth and then sucks your tongue. As he pulls away you lift your head to take as much as you can for as long as you can.

“Jesus, Harry, don’t stop, I need more…please?” you beg flexing your hips up.

He settles in stretched out next to you. His hard cock laying over his thigh and the leaky tip leaving a trail of wetness along the outside of your thigh. He slides his ringed hand along your tummy back and forth and leans forward, kissing the side of your breast just under your armpit. “Fuckin’ love ya soft skin. Every inch of ya belongs ta me,” he murmurs against your skin as his lips trail kisses up and down your side while his hand circles closer and closer to your core.

You can feel the cool metal from his rings as it runs along the sensitive skin below your belly button and just above your public line.

You raise your head and follow the line of your body to his hands. His rings and painted fingernails stroking you, just the sight is enough to have you vibrating. You flop your head back and groan. “Rings…!” you sob out

He sucks his lips in with a groan of his own. Using his thumb he turns the pearl ring around to the inside of his palm and runs the cold hard stone in circles around your clit.

It takes you by surprise and your screech comes out rather inelegantly. Your body immediately rolls with the preamble of a intense orgasm. Not quite there, but your body spasms over and over.

“Wan’ ya ta fill up fo’ me, Jezebel, don’ cum, bu’ fill up fo’ me.” He looks deeply in your eyes, “Ya know wha’ I wan’, hmm?”

You nod shyly while his pearl continues to assault your pearl.

“Nah, no’ this time, don’ go shy on me this time, mkay? Ya safe here, ya body is amazin’ ta me. Ya know wha’ I wan’ don’cha?” You nod again and he tsks. “Say it, love.”

“You..you want me to…fl-flood.”

“Mmm…well… ‘ll take tha’,” he says kissing your breast again, “but ya an’ I both ‘no tha’ when I edge ya, I make ya squirt. An’ ya ‘no I fuckin’ love tha’…

“Jesus Harry, your mouth,” you say squirming, his dirty talk driving you crazy, “Touch me inside.”

“Like this?” he says as his middle and ring finger move to your entrance and slip in easily.

Your pelvis thrusts up involuntarily and your wrists pull on the scarf.

He curls his fingers up against the spongy patch of tissue inside the front wall of your channel.

“Hahh! Right there! Right there! Right there!” you screech out breathily.

“Our spot…So warm an’ wet.”

Your entire body is covered in goosebumps….then it happens. You reach that point of inevitability. You’re gonna cum, so things need to slow down for you to hang there on the edge. And, yeah, your mind is…gone. There’s no time or space, just need, desire, passion and, but above all, there’s love. The love intensifies every sensation. Your blood roars in your ears, your body tingles and the only thing you can concentrate on is Harry. It’s the best feeling in the world.

Your body clenches down hard on his fingers. “Jesus, baby, ya there aren’t ya?” he asks slowing down.

One corner of your mouth quirks, “Yes, go easy…oooo…Stop! Stop! Stop! Need ta breathe,” you exclaim with a smile.

“God I fuckin’ love it when ya get like this,” he says has he props up on one arm causing him to accidentally apply pressure to your g-spot.

You dig your head back into the pillow and groan, “Hahh! Don’t move…s-so close…,” you pant out trying to hold off the orgasm.

He pulls his fingers from you and circles your nipple with your juices. His cool breath tickling your nipple, just as he pulls it into his mouth.

You’re twitching and pulling at your wrists. It’s overstimulation and you’re gonna lose it if you aren’t careful. “Untie me! Untie me! Too much…I don’t wanna cum yet!”

He pulls himself up and quickly unties his scarf from your wrists. You pull free and immediately grab his bicep. “Ya ok, baby?”

You smile and bite your bottom lip.

“My Jezebel, ya so lost righ’ now, aren’ cha?”

“Yes, Harry,” you say nodding and reaching for his cock.

He scoots back to lean his back against the headboard. “C’mere, baby,” he says pulling you to sit in his lap facing him.

“I’m so close,” you say stumbling your way into his lap on weak muscles. His cock is nestled against your slit and sliding up and down on your clit.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” he says grabbing both of your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “I love ya, Jezebel. ‘S jus’ me an’ you,” he whispers searching your eyes.

“Just me and you,” you reply with a smile.

“Ya ready fo’ me…babe, ya ready fo’ me inside?”

Your eyes roll back…and you rest your forehead to his. To answer you lift up and reach between you to guide his hardness to your opening.

He reaches down to meet your hand, looks into your eyes and says, “Together.” You both guide him to your entrance and you slowly slide down onto him.

“Relax, love, ya clenched so tigh’ on me.”

“Can’t help it, H. I’m so close…”

Forehead to forehead he says, “Watch me…in,” he takes a deep breath in, “and out.” As you blow out, he pushes up and pulls down on your hips, seating himself deep.

You grimace at the overwhelming stimulation on extremely sensitive skin, “Oh. My. God,” you whisper bracing your hands on his shoulders.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry mumbles at the same time.

You slowly rock you hips, breathing deeply in an attempt to control your orgasm.

“Look,” he says looking to where you’re connected.

You lean back slightly and rest your left hand on your tummy as you peer down, your right threaded in the curls at the back of his neck.

He fingers the engagement ring on your finger, “Ya safe an’ ya mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in close by wrapping his around your waist. Together you push and pull, in and out, back and forth in a dance only you know, it’s only yours and Harry’s dance and the balloon that’s been full now is beginning to reach it’s point of no return.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum, but I don’t wanna make you a mess. I…I’m scared,” you whisper in his ear.

“Don’ be scared, Jezebel, jus cum fo’ me, jus’ fall apart in ma arms, make me a mess, please…wan’ ya cum all over me. I can feel ya flutterin’.”

You stop and try to breathe through it.

“No, don’t stop, come on…cum my love.”

“Hahh, Hahh, Hahh…” you chant as the floodgates open. That full balloon bursts and your body contracts over and over on his cock and your thighs quiver with the vibration. With every clench you feel your cum push out leaking all around his cock.

“Fuck tha’s so hot,” he says just before he drives up and holds himself still and deep.

You squeeze your arms around his neck tight, “Harry, I can feel you cumming inside me.”

He squeezes his eyes shut tight and buries his head in your neck, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

He’s breathing heavily but takes time to reassure you, “So good, Jezebel, feels so good when ya cum like tha’. So amazing. Love tha way we fuck.”

Although the temptation to hide, to fight the rawness and vulnerability that comes when you cum that hard, is there…you fight it. This is a safe place and Harry loves you…and he’s gonna love you for forever. You clutch him tighter, bury your face in his neck deeper, panting a little slower.

“Ya ok?” he asks running his hands up and down your back and kissing your shoulder. You simply nod against his shoulder and you feel him grin against the skin. “Doin’ so good, love. Look at me.”

You reluctantly pull back and rest your forehead to his, “I love you, H.”

“Oh baby, love ya so much. How abou’ I run us a bath?” he says kissing your cheeks.

“Sounds nice,” you whisper, “Thank you.”

He searches your eyes, “What fo’?”

“For taking care of me, for reminding me I’m not alone and that I belong.”

“Aw, swee’heart, ya DO belong. An’ this family,” he circles his finger between the two of you, “this family tha’ you an’ me are making will always be a part of ya.”

“I think it’s time for me to tell you what happened with my parents…or, at least what I know from the police report because that’s all I seem to be able to remember,” you say carding your hands through the hair on the side of his head. “I’m pretty sure these nightmares or dreams, or whatever it is that is going on in my brain, have something to do with what happened that day…but I don’t know,” you say shrugging. “I want you to know it’s not that I’ve kept it away from you on purpose, I’ve just not wanted to talk about it, because, honestly, I thought it would just remain a story from my past that didn’t really affect my future, but I was naïve and wrong. I’m sorry if I unintentionally shut you out. Most people don’t know. Hell, I barely know because the Boston PD barely worked the case.”

He smiles reassuringly and kisses your lips softly. “Thank ya fo’ trustin’ me, I trusted tha’ you’d come around when ya were ready. How abou’ I fix us a warm bath an’ we can talk?”

You smile. “Yes, I’d like that.”

He kisses your nose and you move off of him and lay down, closing your eyes and he clambers off of the bed and into the en suite.

It feels good to give over the power to him and just belong to him as he sees you and you sigh.

He comes back in and gently touches your back. “Ya ok?”

You roll your head to meet his and nod.

He bends and picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bath tub, puts you down and helps you into the tub.

You scooch up and he steps in and sits behind you, pulling you to him.

You sigh and relax back into him, your hands covering his on your tummy. You lay your head back on his shoulder and sigh again, closing your eyes.

He pulls up your hands and places his hands between his, his fingers circling your engagement ring.

You smile at his fascination with your ring. “My parents owned a shop with jewelry and antiques. I spent time with them there on Friday nights because we closed early and we always went out after, just the three of us.”

He smiles and kisses your neck.

“According to the police report, it wasn’t a typical B&E because there’s no sign of forced entry.”

“So ya parents knew who the perpetrators were,” he fills in for you.

You nod. “Yes, that’s the theory. The police report says that my dad must’ve been led back to the safe and once they found what they wanted, they shot him. My mum was strangled with a plastic bag and was found on the floor. I was under the couch where I must have hid and then after three hours, I ran outside and someone found me and called the police,” you finish up.

Harry squeezes you tighter to him and kisses your neck. “Oh ma sweet Jezebel, ‘m so so sorry.”

You sigh. “Thank you. I just…I want to remember or forget. I hate this in between.”

“I know, baby, I know. Ya’ll get there. I’m s’sorry an’ I hate tha’ ya went through tha’, bu’ it brought ya ta England an’ ta me.”

You turn around and look him in the eyes, smiling. “You’re my silver lining, Harry. Everything I’ve been through led me to you and I can’t be sorry about that. I won’t. Ever.”

He places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you to him for a series of soft open mouthed kisses. “Ya were made fo’ me an’ I love ya very much.”

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