Something I'm Not 2- History (Sequel)

Chapter 28

I could barely drive with her next to me, she kept giggling and reaching for the buttons on my shirt and even time I would shift, she'd giggle again. I wanted to just pull over and get it over with now but I had hoped that maybe she would sober up a little during the ride home but she didn't. She had my shirt half undone by the time I parked in the driveway. She got out of the car and tugged my wrist up the sidewalk to the front door. "Caroline, I really think we should talk about this." I tell her nervously. She takes the keys from my hand and unlocks the door before tugging me inside, closing it behind me and pressing me up against it. "Why? Don't you want me?" she stares up at me and puts her hands underneath my shirt. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the growing urge to end this war. 

"Yes, I just know if you weren't drunk, you wouldn't be doing this." I tell her as her hands slide lower to my belt and I pull her wrists away. She giggles again and reaches up to touch my face. Her eyes deep and playful. "C'mon Harry. Talk to me like you used to." she says leaning up to kiss me. I'm doing everything to try to restrain myself from her. I followed her a little too willingly up the stairs and she pushed me down on the bed. I stopped her hands once they went to my belt in attempt to stop her one last time. 

"You're gonna regret this tomorrow, Caroline." I tell her and she tugs my jeans down and straddles me, her dress sliding up to her hips and showing the lacy material she was wearing underneath. She ignores me and bends down to kiss me. When she bites my lip, I almost lost it. 

"I need you to love me, Harry." she coos at me and I open my eyes to look at her. I couldn't take it any more, it's not healthy to hold something back like this. I let my head fall back and let out a groan when she grinds her hips onto me. I reached up and slid her underwear down before entering two fingers in her. She tensed for a moment and my eyes darted open as I began to fear I had went too far too soon. I have to remind myself she's still recovering and vulnerable, even as drunk as she is right now. 

I relax when she giggles though and continue. She tugs her dress over her head and I saw something faded on her right arm, I couldn't exactly see what it was cause she bent down and sunk her fangs into my neck. She started to squirm a little and shift and that was it, I had to finish this. I flipped her over on her back and she squeaked, looking up at me either scared or anxious. I shrugged my shirt off, tossing it on the floor before pushing her up to the middle of the bed. 

"You need to know how much I love you, Caroline." I speak quietly in her ear as I enter her. She relaxed and shut her eyes. "I need more."she says breathing a little harder. 

I put a little more pressure into her and her hands tighten around my upper arms. It wasn't long before she was repeating my name and panting heavily underneath me. It was pure perfection and was long overdue. I couldn't help but think what she'll do in the morning. She'll hate me but this is worth it. This is fucking worth it. I pulled out and spilled onto her and she melted back into the bed, her breathing slowly. 

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(Caroline POV)

I woke up panicked about something. I don't know what exactly. I sat up in the bed and when the blanket fell, I only had my bra on. Then I glanced down and saw my clothes mixed with Harry's on the floor and feel frantic. I was drunk, but I remember what happened. I remember it, I knew what I was doing, I just couldn't stop myself. He was telling me how much he loved me and I fell for it. It's happening all over again and frankly it scared the hell out of me. 

I gripped my hair before looking over at Harry still asleep, tangled up in the blankets. The tattoo of my name was facing up and I shook my head before standing up, gathering my clothes and putting them back on, I shook as I did so and started pulling my clothes off the hangers, throwing them in a bag and going to the drawers for my pants.