This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

Mia Comforting Harry

Anonymous asked:

Ugh some fluff of Harry being upset and not knowing how to deal with it but finally letting Mia just give him a cuddle and fret over him for a night when they're still dom and sub would melt my heart!!!!

sorry for letting this sit in my inbox for months :0

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Mia learns pretty early on that Harry's a moody person. Some days he's happy and eager to crawl into bed with her, attacking her with his affection, and then there are the days where he can go hours without speaking to her.

Today seems like the latter, and it's driving her insane.

He's overworking himself, as he always does, and his submissive is sitting right beside him and he still hasn't given her a proper glance over. She doesn't really understand what he's doing on his laptop. A few minutes ago she had snuggled into his side to peer at his work, but it's just some vague emails to which Harry replies some very not nice things.

The frown on his face is deep and he's clearly upset from the moment he picked her up and brought both of them to this pretty decent hotel room, but the anger at his day hasn't washed away yet. It's still settled into his fine lines.

He doesn't seem to care that she's reading all his personal emails, but she's alarmed by his language.

"Are you allowed to say that in an email to an employee?" she murmurs against his shoulder.

"What?"

"You said," she pauses to squint, "'fuck your work ethics and consider updating your resume'."

Harry briefly looks over the words. "What did I say wrong?"

"You're not the nicest boss, hmm?"

Her dominant scoffs. "If you think I'm not nice, wait 'til you meet my father. He's the real asshole."

Mia nuzzles her nose into his jaw. "I don't want to ever meet your dad."

"Don't worry," he replies gruffly, "you never will."

He picks up his pace as he opens another email that makes him seemingly a little angrier. She truly doesn't understand why he's so upset when the email just contains some constructive criticism about the manufacturing end of his company, but it makes his blood boil nonetheless. She's seen him frustrated and anger, but never this unsettled.

"You had a bad day," she tells him, dropping her cheek onto his shoulder. "And it's almost midnight. Why don't we go to sleep?"

Harry licks his lips. "I'm not stopping you from sleeping, Amelia. Go ahead. I just need to put these pricks in their place."

"Well, maybe that the problem. They're misjudging your tone. Maybe you seem less angry over email even though you're hot to the touch right now."

His fingers pause for a second. "You're right." Then, he shuts his laptop with an alarmingly strong hand and says, "I should fuckin' call 'em."

He pushes himself off the bed, but she scrambles to him, holding him down by the wrists to immobilize him. "Not what I meant, sir. Let's just sleep. I can tell you're tired."

"Not tired," he mutters, swinging his legs over the bed until his socked feet touch the floor. "Need to work. Have a deadline by the end of the week and my dad's been on my fucking ass about it. He leaves all this shit to me as if I don't have a damn life of my own. Can't be doing his fucking job and mine, now can I?"

Before he stands up, Mia pouts and drapes her arms around his neck, legs around his waist. His hands immediately drop to the back of her thighs as if about to hoist her into his back for a piggyback ride.

"Sir," she says quietly. "That's what's gotten you so upset? Your father?"

"If you knew him," Harry insists angrily, "you'd know how much of a dick he is. I'm fuckin 23. I don't know shit about this company and he expects me to be able to run it. Me!" He lets out a dark, sarcastic laugh. "I'll fucking show him how great of a boss I am by firing half his workers and then–"

"Okay!" Mia exclaims, releasing him but quickly traveling around his side to seat herself in his lap. "I get it, you're mad. But it's midnight. And you need sleep so you have the energy to call those dickwads in the morning and offer to fire them. If you don't sleep, you'll half ass it and you'll regret not screaming at them enough." She loops her arms around his neck and sends him a pretty smile that makes his heart melt just at the mere sight. "Come on. I'll be the big spoon."

"Your hands barely even touch when they go around my biceps."

"That's irrelevant. Now strip. And get back in bed."

Harry rolls his eyes. "What – you want me to start calling you mistress, too?"

Mia playfully pretends to think about it. "Are you into that?"

"No."

"Then, no. C'mon."

She releases him long enough to pull her shirt over her head and watch him do the same. She unbuckles her bra and stands up to push her sweats down. As she walks around the bed back to her spot, she feels his eyes on him.

His expression isn't lustful. If anything, he's asking with his clear eyes to hold him and listen to him. She slinks into the bed and waits for his own pants to drop before he joins her. With a careless flick on his finger, the lights are turned off and she's got him finally where she wants him to be.

Harry lays his head between her soft breasts and sighs deeply. One of his hands comes up to softly attach itself onto her breast and he doesn't massage or pinch her nipple. He simply rests his entire weight on her and holds her breast for what seems like comfort.

Mia smiles. She runs one hand through his hair while the other caresses his arm. "Wanna talk about it, sir? I might not understand a lot, but I'm going to listen to everything you have to let out."

Harry's quiet. She doesn't expect him to jump at the idea of venting to her.

A few minutes pass. She's positive he's fallen asleep so she stops scratching at his scalp and turns her neck the other way to find her own comfort and fall asleep.

To her surprise, Harry forces a hand under her and pulls her closer to him. The hand on her breast is still there, as if it's keeping him grounded.

"I don't like him," is all he says. She doesn't need to ask who he's speaking about. "Don't wanna talk about it. Just want...this." Then, he adds in quietly, "Thank you."

She tightens her arms around him and tilts her head towards his curly mop. "Okay, sir."

She decides a blowie is in order first thing in the morning to get his day started right.