andwhenshesays

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You may remember a little story I started a few years ago called Trick of the Light - it’s undergone a bit of a facelift and it’s finally being finished. If you remember it I hope you’ll revisit, and if it’s new to you, welcome! Thank you so much for reading. 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/335474749?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=andwhen_shesays&wp_originator=Fy1i8muPJJE%2B67oOp0IoyAEvM2T2ZIMWsKGnQPo%2FnFC5gKQDrjvRAg2cBvjH8AwnZStuduq1A%2BxHQ3PA49WK%2FxpBBvFuKzFDdwFEwnumNNgv0oHF59gTLXqJPQ2QV1ja
          
          

Hello! Just wanted to share a little sneak peek of On the Rocks, a one shot set in the same universe as Stretch. What can I say, I was inspired by those post-Chicago show photos. Excited to share a little angst with you all soon! 
          
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          You stared after Harry’s retreating form, opening your mouth but unable to find words. He was petty when he was mad, and he was clearly still pissed. Even more so than the last time you saw him, but after what happened in that Vegas hotel suite you knew you deserved it. 
          
          He reemerged a couple of minutes later, already wrapped tightly in the robe, and paused at the bank of sinks. From your vantage point you could easily watch his reflection as he busied himself rubbing a towel through his hair, already longer than it was three weeks ago. He brushed his teeth, slowly, methodically, refusing to make eye contact in the mirror even though you were certain he could feel your gaze on him. 
          
          Heat flushed your face when it occurred to you that, typically, this was when he would have you bent over the counter. His show night energy was insatiable, and typically he couldn’t wait a moment longer to have you.
          
          Your throat went dry as you recalled with vivid clarity one such occasion, backstage at the Forum for his big album debut. Fucking you was his favorite way to ease nerves and anxious anticipation, and that time it caused a delay that had even his crew giving him shit before he went onstage.
          
          Countless dressing room encounters over the years had taught you both to be quick, and quiet, but that night you were neither. Halfheartedly clapping your hand over his mouth hadn’t helped your case; his tousled hair and swollen lips and the fact that neither of you could figure out how to fix his damn suspenders fully gave you away. 
          
          You shook your head to free yourself from the memory. Tonight wasn’t typical.

Surprise! A little midweek blurb from the Close Quarters universe was just posted. I wrote With Two Hands for a fic slam challenge from oh-honey-styles (if you’ve not read her brilliant work you must, immediately) and it’s a bit out of order chronologically, set in May 2020. Thank you for all the support you’ve shown this series - I hope you enjoy! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/1079408751?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=andwhen_shesays&wp_originator=CMggsCm41mFw%2FxBzh%2BGUbJCSOlm4seys%2B3Ij8gqQGpilzRyKcWWDysU7Lg0sNWAV2sHQco1yeZid5bFiE3SESSvto7i%2B3fhWdZUb%2B9UeXnFREacnsxyqKGAI1nVACzgh