.Perfect Fantasy. |H.S.|

Chapter 27. Under Control.

.Natalia.

I twisted my body again, leaning forward as far as I could, but it was fruitless, got the palm of my hand flat against the cold metal, and wiggled my body while pushing with my feet, but I was definitely stuck in there. I didn't even know if it was the adrenaline that got me to this point, but I kept twisting and pushing, fully aware of some pain happening somewhere on the side of my hips.

I realized, too, that Harry was trying to help me by pushing me from behind, his large hands startling me as he was trying to help my waist forward. Oh, how I wanted to die. And on top of him touching the thicker sides of my hips; I couldn't help but locking my throat to hold my grunting sounds in, but I was afraid I was not making a good job so far.

"Stop with the kicking, you're going to hurt yourself." His still amused voice was stifling some laughter, I could hear it from his tone of voice, and I felt the urge to kick him instead of the floor. "Maybe I should help from outside."

"It's pouring out." I yelled loud enough for him to hear me. Had my brain been manipulating my body? Stupid brain and even stupider body; the raindrops mixed with sweat were not greasing my sides enough, not helping me one bit to the already built shame of my overreaction. "Just leave me here to die."

There was no answer. Only the sound of his boots crossing the hardwood floor, probably obeying my request to be left alone... I took a deep breath, trying to pretend to have everything under control by tucking in my abdomen, sucking the air around me to finally go through, but no, it wasn't happening.

And before I turned my head back to the muddy mess below and the spot of grass that my fingers were pulling, I found myself staring at Harry's shadow making his slow way across the garden, as if he had all the time in the planet, with his clothes already clinging to his body at the hammering of rain and his hand pushing his wet hair back.

"Are you okay?" He asked me as he came close to me, a tiny smile a little unsure as he assessed my current situation, from the other side of the window, his eyes looking from my face to my behind, and then back at my face.

"Mind your hand, and I'm sorry for what I'm gonna try to do, but I think it's the only way, uh, to get you out." As he was talking, I couldn't help but see that heavy-lidded look of his come back and a little cruel upturn of his lips, like he wanted to crack a joke about this, but trying so hard not to.

I had no chance to say anything back, or even think, his minty breath puffed against my lips as he kneeled right where I was, his arm was moving its way hugging my back to his body, while the other one, solidly rested against my behind, and sending my heart into overdrive. He was trying to make my ass go through, at the same time that he pulled my body to him, and even though we both knew it was in the most respectful way, that didn't stopped him from apologizing a bunch of times from what his hands were doing.

"Calm down." He managed to say as I relaxed my body, little by little, until I was resting slightly against his arms.

The feel of those expert fingers raking lightly across my back and the close proximity of Harry's body to mine; was definitely overcoming my blood stream and all logic. I kept my eyes shut and let my other senses take over, as the rain clouded my eyes once more.

And maybe that was what finally did it, my hips finally scraping loose and the rest of my body tumbling down into his chest, which was covered by his thick black coat and a simple white t-shirt. He smelled like soap, and rain, and something sweet I couldn't quite place in my olfactory memory. His jaw flexed with each chew of his gum and my eyes were looking at the steady drops of water running down his hair and disappearing under the collar of the clingy shirt underneath. My tongue itched to follow the wet trail, but then wondered how close I was to him, if I was able to notice such details.