MARIGOLD |H.S. AU|

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX*

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Harry's P.O.V.

I close the toilet to the bathroom, turning the lock, hoping that there's no one left in the two cubicles that are in here.

I see her sat on the counter, legs swinging off the edge as she runs her fingers through the end of the boa.

She has an unmistakeable smirk on her face she is oozing confidence as she looks at me with the same hunger I feel in the pit of my stomach.

I stand frozen at the door, waiting for her to say something or move towards me, and right on cue, she pops off the end of the counter, jumping onto her feet, and slowly saunters towards me.

"Touching me...in public, is that something you like?" She whispers as she gets closer to me.

I nod my head quickly, allowing the way she so clearly wants to take charge tonight, and because I know she needs it, I allow it.

"Because I like touching you in public, in front of all those people." She says, exaggerating the movement of her lips, and making a conscious effort to teasingly lick them as she finishes talking.

"I bet you do," I smirk, glancing down at her small and delicate fingers that are still fiddling with the end of the green feather boa, "you know how painfully hard you made me, massaging my leg and my crotch?"

She smirks back at me while noticing how hard I still am, struggling to hide it with the tight material of my jeans.

"Flower likes to tease." She says, lust clouding her eyes, pupil dilating as I can practically see all the ideas she's getting right now, thinking of what she wants to do to me, and I will gladly let her do all of it.

She slowly reaches for one of my wrists, and tangles her fingers with my own, teasing me slowly. She knows what our touch does to one another, and just the mere action of her touching my hand, sends ripples of excitement through my body.

She reaches out for my other wrist and brings it next to the one she is just holding.

"Always wanted to tie someone up you know," She murmurs under her breath, "no one's ever let me." She finishes, not looking at my eyes just cupping her hands around my wrists and playing with different grasps.

"Really Flower?" I ask her, to which she nods in response.

"You going to do that to me?" I tease her, and she reacts to my words by flicking her head up and looking at me, letting me see her ever-changing eye colour which in this light looks emerald green, muted by the dilation of her lustful pupils.

"I really... really... want to." She whispers, her hold around my wrists tightening.

I lean my head down so my forehead is now touching hers, and I whisper quietly, accentuating my words so she notices the movement of my lips.

She does instantly notice them, and licks her lips a second time at the view she has.

I see something snap inside of her, like when you stretch an elastic band too far, or when you blow up a balloon too much and it pops. It's like she flicks into a part of herself that she doesn't let out very often, and I'm excited at the prospect of seeing a new side of her, a person that she hides from the world.

She drops my wrists and grabs hold of my neck either side with her nimble hands, and she forcefully pulls me into her face, meeting her frantic and urgent lips that start to move as soon as they can.

The feeling of her lips is something I'll never be able to describe, and every time I kiss her I want it to last longer, a taste is never enough, and to be honest, I think I'll always be hungry for her, crave a certain kind of lust that will never encapsulate my entire body the way she makes it.