MARIGOLD |H.S. AU|

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE*

Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, bit of a writers block and some other stuff but I'm back!!!!

Forgive me with this chapter maybe? ;)

Harry

Tonight, I was going to get my revenge. As much as I loved being tied up with that fucking feather boa, it's not something I ever usually let happen to me, so tonight I'm reminding Flower exactly who's in charge.

I was terrified to sing her that song, but once I did, and then saw the smile on her face and I sauntered back over to her, I knew that the risk had been worth it.

We stayed for a few more cocktails at the bar, the vivid pink lights bouncing off the glow of her skin as we spoke. We didn't even realise or notice the sun go down, maybe because of our jetlag, or maybe because we were never bored in each other's company.

We spoke about music, books, both of our experiences with school, and we both agreed that getting out of that hellhole as early as we possibly could, was the best decision we ever made.

We held hands on our walk back to the hotel, an unspoken agreement that we had to be touching each other, and the way we both clearly didn't want to talk about what that meant, just that we didn't want to not be touching each other whilst being together, made it easier to bask in the Tokyo evening as we strolled along peacefully together.

It was obvious how she's in love with this place, the adoration behind her eyes every time her head moves and spots something new is a sight unmatched. It's how you want someone to look at you, to have that much admiration behind their eyes that you know you're everything to them.

And now I have her pushed up against her hotel door, not even making it inside her room, with the devious room key I stole from her this morning, resting between her fingers whilst our hips are glued together against the wooden door.

Our foreheads are touching, and our lips are tantalisingly close as we can both feel the murmur of our breath around each other. As I have her pressed up against the door, my hands are gripped to her waist, to tell her I'm aching to have full control of her body tonight, if she'll let me of course.

She's looking up at me through her shockingly clear and mystic eyes, filled with a deep desire and lust I very much recognise. I love it when she has that look, it makes my skin feel as if it's been set alight, like every nerve in me is vibrating against my skin, fighting to feel what I desperately need to feel. The feeling she makes feel even better than usual, reminding me it's only like this with her.

She flutters her eyes and takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her face telling me exactly what she wants. The room key is between her pointer and middle finger, but I forget its existence when I feel her take the palms of her hands against each of my biceps, smoothly running them up and down, caressing and relaxing me. Although it is usually an action of comfort, it feels the complete opposite, like she is teasing and playing with me, knowing what her touch does to me.

Her shoulder blades are pressed against the locked door, but she arches her back so that her hips are pushed even more against me, blood rushing to my own centre, radiating a heat I'm sure she's able to feel.

Once she realises she's pressing her pelvis into the place I crave her most she releases her lips from the grasp of her pearly teeth, and gives me a smirk that feels almost evil, a desire-filled glint in her eyes that makes my stomach stir.

I move my hands further up on the door, weaving them through her arms, until they are either side of her head, and I push my weight forward so that our faces are almost completely touching. From where our foreheads were lightly grazing each other in a flirtatious exchange, they are now firmly touching, a tension and a pressure between us, both of us knowing exactly what we want from our actions.