Pink Slip {h.s.}

PART V*

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of eating disorders and other content surrounding food. 

Talulah's P.O.V. 

I woke up the next morning to gentle kisses and soft touches lulling me out of my slumber. As my eyes opened I realized I was in Harry's bed and he was currently waking me up. Harry. Even calling him Harry in my mind is going to take some getting used to.

"Well good morning," I said before turning my body around toward him. For this first time in the natural light I was taking in the tattoos that littered his chest and upper arms. I knew he had them, and I had even walked in on him shirtless a couple times, but I had never seen them up close. I started tracing over them with my fingertips as my eyes refused to meet his intimidating gaze.

"Morning Puddin', you going all shy on me again?"

I lift my head to see his eyes much clearer in the morning and his under eyes all puffy. "Sorry," I mumble.

"Nothing to apologize for." His hand cradles my face and his thumb rubs back and forth on my cheek. "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

My eyebrows raise. "Oh? Why is that?"

He smiles at me like a dope. "Because I have been dying to do this," he leans forward and closes his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss as he rolls us over so he could keep kissing me.

"Harry, Harry," I start giggling. "Stop come on I haven't brushed my teeth."

"Mhmm," he hums against my lips, "don't care." He continues to kiss me and I feel our noses smash against each other.

He straddles me and sits back, placing the weight on his knees and calves. His pointer finger starts moving around my body. His shirt that I was wearing was riding up and he started poking and pushing at the purple bruises that littered my skin that he caused. "I did a number on you Puddin'."

I bite down on my bottom lip. "I didn't mind."

He continues to feather his fingers across my skin. "I got that. I didn't expect you to be so wild Ms. Knight." I put my hands over my face to hide my impending blush. His hands wrap around my wrists and pull my hands away from my face. "No, no, you don't get to hide from me. I've gotta say now that I have met this dark side of Talulah I am very curious to see what else you're hiding."

He leans down with my wrists in one of his large hands to kiss me. "Tell me Puddin'. What do you dream about in that pretty head of yours." He keeps our faces inches apart but doesn't make another move to kiss me. I pick my chin up to try to kiss him but he moves his head away. "Nope. I'm not kissing you until you tell me."

I scoff at him and roll my eyes. "You're not playing fair."

He dramatically gasps, "I'm not being fair? How dare you! Here I am sitting here, wanting to kiss you, and willing to do whatever your little heart wants, and you won't even tell me!"

I let a laugh escape me. "Okay, okay," I am trying really hard to get out of the mindset of holy shit I am telling my boss my deepest sexual fantasies, most of which include him, and more into a, holy shit there is a man in front of me who is willing to do whatever I ask him I need to take advantage of this once and a lifetime opportunity.

I take a deep breath and try to look around the room but it is not ten seconds before his hand is pushing my face to look directly at him. Does he not realize how extremely intimidating this is with him this close to me?

"Well there's just certain things that I've wanted to do or try, but it's not something you can really throw out there to a one night stand, and most guys love to remind me how lucky I was to have them bang me anyway."