Of course I'm overwhelmed when he lifts me off of the bed and cradles me in his arms and carries me to a pile of beautiful, colorful pillows on the floor. He undoes the belt of my robe and pulls it apart, then turns me over onto my stomach and slides it off of me; I'm mortified, completely naked on the floor, and too shocked to say a word or protest.

Too intrigued as well, I find myself breathing a bit heavily, my heart pounds in my chest. He kisses the top of my spine and rests his chin on my back as he speaks.

"Calm down Baby."

"I'm terrified." I lift my head and he chuckles. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just helping you relax." Failing miserably at that if that's really what he's after. "Lay down and be quiet."

His voice is soothing and calm, deep and quiet and as soft as Harry's voice can ever be and I'm not exactly able to resist him or defy him when he talks that way. So I rest my head on the pillow and bite my tongue, and try to relax. He places my robe across my bottom and I stare at the wall and window across from me. I notice the snow falling outside as oil slithers down my leg.

He takes my foot in his hand and rests my leg across his lap as he rubs the oil in, spreading it slowly down to my foot then up to my thigh. He goes back down to the sole of my foot and his thumbs press into it, working in circles, stimulating the muscles deep under my skin, muscles I didn't know were tense or sore until they felt the pressure of his touch and relaxed. I lift my head and look back at him as best I can.

"Lay. Down."

His voice is a bit louder and firmer than before, and the only sound in the room. I do as I'm told. His hands rest flat against my calf and he uses his palms to stroke them. The muscles there relax under his touch too, and every time he pushes into my skin I shut my eyes and bite my lip.

His hands tremble against my thighs as he kneads the back of them, and even worse as he nudges them open and uses his finger tips to massage my inner thighs. Something incredible happens inside me as I feel his touch. I squirm and rub my face against the pillow. He kisses my thighs and I moan, too quietly for him to hear. The feeling building in my stomach is unusual, it feels like what happens when he plays with my belly ring, only much more intense.

I'm terrified, or I should be, but I'm too busy feeling to acknowledge how incredibly odd it all is.

I can feel every bit of his touch, and not vaguely or almost. I feel it, even when he only touches me lightly to spread the oil over my skin. He repeats his actions on the other leg, and then moves his attention to my back. Everything he does with his hands is deliberate and everything he touches is immediately better. I could feel the tension lifting off of me as his strong fingers and palms make circles and lines and all kinds of patterns on my muscles. He kisses down my spine and the softness of his kiss relieves the dull ache and longing I feel for his touch. His fingers press into my waist as he holds me. His face nuzzles into my back as he speaks again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

My voice is in that odd, high, breathless pitch again, but I feel no shame in it. He sighs, his breath brushes across my now very sensitive and responsive skin. I moan again, the small groan he lets out tells me he heard it this time.

"Don't distract me. Turn over."

Being obedient and submissive is new for me but that tone in his voice doesn't give me much choice; I turn over, the robe covers my lower body and I cover my chest. He stares down at me, his eyes rake over my body, I bite my lip and run my tongue over the ring in it. His eyelids lower.

"Kiss me."I still sound like a desperate teenager, but then again in the moment I am. He shakes his head no. I sit up, still covering my chest and bring my lips to his. His hands grip the pillows behind him. "Touch me, Harry."

He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close to him, holding me at the small of my back. I pull away and hold his face, he pants a little into my open mouth, I run my tongue over his swollen lips and watch his mouth as he speaks.

"I wasn't finished."

"Touch me, Harry." I breathe out as he kisses me. I close my eyes and continue to hold his face as he lays me back on the pillows, I slide my arms around his shoulders and he lets his hand wander to my belly button, pressing on it and using his thumb to rub it in circles. "Not there."

He lifts his head and looks down at me, his mouth parted a bit.

"Cilly..."

"Please Harry." I run my fingers slowly through his hair and he kisses me softly. "Touch me, its okay."

"I can't."

"I want you to."

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and pull it gently, he smiles. I don't give him the opportunity to ask if I'm sure, instead I guide the hand that rests on my stomach and bring it down between my legs. Once there I feel his fingers tremble against me. He nervously looks into my eyes as he begins to move them, letting them gently rub the skin there delicately with all the same motions he uses on my belly button. He watches my face the whole time, and I don't take my eyes off of him either.

As long as I'm looking at him I don't think about the way I've been touched there before. His hand is far different from Peter's, and it goes without saying that his face is too. I circle my hips in the same direction that his thumb moves against me and he grips my waist tighter with his other hand. I've never felt anything there in the past, but of course with Harry it's different. With Harry it's sensational and I'm shivering beneath his touch. My nerves react to every brush of his fingers against my skin, and as I take in a sharp breathe he stops abruptly.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't stop."

He kisses me softly and places his thumb back where it was before, this time placing more pressure against the spot he rubs and making my hips rise up off the pillows. My stomach writhes in and out, and inside of it there's a feeling I've never had before, a kind of tingle that slowly turns into a sort of burn as his thumb rubs more vigorously. I whimper, he pulls his lips away from mine and looks terrified.

"I'll stop okay?"

I squeeze his bicep with my hand and speak softly.

"Please don't stop again Haz."He bites his lip and looks conflicted, I use my free hand to take the one he has resting between my legs and guide it to move. "I'll stop you if I want you to stop."

He nods, and his apprehension seems to disappear as he continues without anymore hesitation. His fingers are perfection, I want to tell him what every stroke of them is doing to me, but of course I have no idea what to say. He moves his digits against me with the precision he used on the rest of my body, only here it's much more delicate. He trails his index and middle finger over every inch of my heat, and I try not to dwell on the fact that he obviously knows exactly what he's doing. He leads them down to my entrance, but hesitates before trailing them back up to the incredibly sensitive area above it. I sigh in relief, he kisses me softly before sitting back a little; he gazes at his fingers as he spreads them into a V over my skin, then uses the thumb of his other hand to rub against the area between them.

I bite my lip and grind my hips into the pillows. My eyes close and my heart races in my chest. I was afraid to shut my eyes for no reason, I can't think of anything else right now but Harry and his long and perfect fingers and what they're doing to me in the moment. I would give anything to hold his hand in mine right now, and link our fingers together, but I couldn't bear for either of his hands to stop touching me.

One does though, because my hips have bucked up off of the floor, and Harry pushes them back own and holds them down this time, his fingertips sink into my skin as he grasps my hip and I moan, my eyes only slightly open, his eyes on mine despite the fact that my body is naked beneath him. He could look at anything he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted to me. I tremble at the thought.

His thumb continues to work against me. I moan and sigh in relief as he brings his body back down against mine and kisses me softly on the lips. I bring my hand back over his and he mumbles against my lips.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm perfect, Baby. I love the way you touch me."

I whine into his mouth as the pressure intensifies in my stomach and spreads down to my core.

"Are you sure?"

I bite my lip and nod, rocking my hips back and forth under his touch, creating friction between our hands and our privates. I stroke him gently through the fabric of his boxers as his fingers wander more freely, the pressure and movement he applies to that one spot is more rough and faster. I let go of his hand and run my fingers over the fabric of his boxers, stroking him gently. He moans my name, I take another sharp breath. The feeling in my stomach is slowly spreading down to my core, and I jump a little in surprise. Its easily the most incredible thing I've ever felt, completely indescribable, the only thing someone's ever done to my body that I never had to question if it was good or not. I squeeze his arm more tightly and rub him as best I can. I can't stop the moans coming out of my mouth, or the shallow breaths, or the way my legs have bent beside him and now rest against his sides. The pressure in my stomach is now almost unbearable and my body begins to shake.

I screw my eyes shut tightly and let whatever is happening to me overtake my entire body. He kisses me and I dig my nails into his arm. He groans into my mouth and his member twitches against my hand as I slowly open my eyes. His eyes are shut tightly too, and his mouth is parted, and his boxers are wet where my hand rests. The incredible feeling hasn't completely left my body, and I'm still shaking as he moans softly. I pout as he pulls his hand away from me. I shouldn't have. He looks terrified now.

"Are you okay?" I can hear the panic in his voice, I hold his face in my hands and kiss him softly. He breathes heavily and sighs in relief. "I can't believe that just happened."

"I love you."

"Baby." He pecks my lips, then gives me a devilish grin as he brings his thumb to his mouth and sucks on it. "You're amazing."

"Nasty bastard."

"It is not nasty, Cilly. I love it." He sighs and buries his face in my neck as he wraps his arms me. "I love you."

"Your fingers are perfect."

"My tongue is better."

"Are you going to be this rude from now on?"

"I was rude before. You like it." He brings his lips to mine and I whimper as he kisses me, parting my lips with his tongue and giving me passion in a slow and deep kiss. My fingers run through his hair and my heartbeat steadies. "How do you feel?"

"I don't know...I'm happy."

"Did I do anything wrong..."

"Of course not, Harry." He kissed down my neck, and licked and bit on it as I spoke. "I can still feel what happened..."

"What happened?"

"At the end..."

"Oh, when you came?" I shake my head and pinch his arm "Ow!"

"Stop it. You're embarrassing me."

"I came too."

"Harry!"

My hands cover my face, he sits up and grabs my wrists and makes me look him in the eye.

"Cilly Baby, don't be embarrassed. You should be proud. I am not the kind of guy who gets off just touching a girl, but that's how sexy you are. A lot of women wish they could do that to me, but they couldn't. Not at all."

"Arrogant Bastard...I was touching you too by the way."

"Yes I am and yes you were. But it's still true. You are the sexiest woman I've ever had, and after what just happened I'm basically your bitch. Okay?" I giggle and nod. He kisses me. I take a deep breath as he stands up and covers me with my robe. "So do you want a bath or a shower?"

"A bath."

"Okay, I'll go get it ready...I'm hungry again actually..."

"I can call room service. What do you want?"

"A hamburger and fries...Do not open that door when they come; call me and I'll get it."

I slightly resent him giving me orders like a child, but that tone is back in his voice, so of course all I do is nod. He saunters into the bathroom. I grin to myself and run a hand down my face as I take a minute to fully recover from what just happened.