The cops haven't shown up for two weeks now, but Harry and Annabel are still on the lookout and trying to act as normal as possible. To keep things looking like they have a routine and that they let people go, they bring s number of people home and have sex and then let them go. This makes it look like they do send their partners home routinely.

Harry knows that they're under surveillance still, so he's trying his hardest to keep his mind restrained when they're in bed with potential victims. Lately, he's been taking it out on Annabel and she's got bruises and cuts in almost every place imaginable. He knows that she doesn't mind it—that she likes it—but he feels like he's hurting her far more than he should and he doesn't like that.

Today is her birthday and she doesn't know that he knows because he did a little research after they first met and he remembers the date as clear as day. Since he's been so rough with her recently, he decides that tonight he's going to be gentle and take his time with her. It's rare when they take things slow and it's a hell of a lot better if he's being honest.

He loves pushing into her slowly and making her gasp and beg him for more because they're used to rushing things and pushing everything to the limit. The soft sounds that pass her lips are so much sweeter and he loves watching her beneath him, holding on to him tightly and lifting her hips because she wants more, more, more.

He's thinking about it too much and the moment Annabel walks into the room with a bowl of strawberries, a smirk rises to her lips. Harry's sweatpants look like a tent and it's really amusing because she's literally only been gone for five minutes.

"Someone's happy to see me."

Harry doesn't bother to hide his smile as he rolls his eyes, "Always. Are you going to share those?"

Annabel licks her lips before popping a sugar coated strawberry into her mouth, "Depends, are you going to share your enthusiasm?"

She stands by the foot of the bed and watches him as she eats her strawberries and it's making him frustrated because the way that she's looking at him is only making him harder.

"I was planning on it later in the evening, but now is fine if you'd like. I mean, it is your birthday after all."

Annabel's eyes widen slightly. She never told him that today is her birthday and she didn't want him to know anyway because it only means that she's wasted another year of her life.

She raises an eyebrow in question as she carefully climbs into bed and sits cross-legged beside him. "How do you know that?"

Harry reaches over and steals one of her sliced strawberries, popping it in his mouth and smiling as she waits for his answer. She looks nice like this, with her hair loose and a bit messy from sleep and her face wiped clean of makeup, and he can't help but to stare at her for a moment. He thinks that she's beautiful all the time, but he hasn't really told her that a lot.

"You're so beautiful."

The compliment catches her by surprise and her cheeks flush as he takes another strawberry and slowly pushes it past his lips. He's complimented her a few times before, but something about this compliment felt different and she really liked it. He still hasn't answered her question though.

Annabel tilts her head and smiles at him as she repeats her previous question, "How did you know that today's my birthday?"

Harry takes the bowl of strawberries away from her and places it on the nightstand. She's not quite sure what he's getting at until he reaches for her and pulls her on top of him. Annabel's smiling as one of his hands finds her waist and the other gently pushes the hair from her face. He hasn't been sweet like this since...well, she can't remember when he was this sweet. But it's a really nice change from how rough he's been with her lately and she really likes it.

He smiles up at her even though she's sitting on his hard on and it's starting to become painful from the lack of attention. "I did my research after I met you. You've kind of been stuck on my mind since then, so I guess it worked out."

There's something in the way that he's looking at her that makes her antsy and giddy all at once, "You're being so lovely today. Have they stopped watching us?"

Harry shakes his head and rests both of his hands on her hips, his fingertips barely pushing past the hem of her shirt and grazing her skin. "No, I just want to make today about you. I can't abuse you all the time, you know."

Annabel laughs and leans forward to kiss him slowly and sweetly, "But I like the way that you abuse me."

His hands move to the small of her back as he pulls her back in and returns her kiss, taking his time to really feel her body against his and savor the lingering taste of fresh strawberries. She's not wearing a bra and he can feel her nipples pressing against his chest after only a few moments.

He likes her on top, but today's not about him, it's about her and he doesn't want to make her work for anything because he's used her so much in the last few weeks and it's her turn to feel good.

Harry's grip tightens as he flips them over so that he's on top and she's beneath him. Annabel hums because she likes it when he takes control. Sure, she really loves it the other way around too, but she's positive that their roles will switch at some point and she doesn't mind it at all.

She can tell that the sex isn't going to be like it usually is. He isn't going to pull her hair, smack her ass, or bruise her. And, while she's a little disappointed because she knows that he probably isn't going to let her blow him, she's a little excited because it's been a while since he's been like this and the slow sex is always really incredible.

His hands caress her skin as he fluidly removes her top and throws it somewhere across the room. Annabel runs her hands down his chest and loops her fingers in his sweatpants. Harry groans because she's taking it incredibly slowly and he really wants to be free from his clothes.

She laughs against his lips and dips her hands down and under the elastic of his briefs, running her hands along the soft band for a moment before pulling both pieces of fabric down his legs. Annabel sighs as his lips move to her neck and suck on her sweet spot.

His hands roam to her breasts and squeeze gently. Annabel moans softly into his mouth as one of his thumbs rubs over her nipple and he bites her neck. She's yearning for more though and she needs to touch him. Her hands slide down his stomach and tease him for a moment.

A sound somewhere between a moan and a growl passes his lips as he grabs her hand to stop her, "Not today, today is your day."

Annabel frowns, "If it's my day, I want to touch you."

He kisses her again and smiles against her lips because he knew she would fight him on this, "Then touch me."

She doesn't hesitate to do exactly as he said, her hand wrapping around his shaft and teasing him by gently tugging. Harry bites down on her lower lip and his hands travel down her back until they're at her bottom and kneading the soft flesh.

He pulls her closer and she pulls on him with a little more pressure. Harry's getting antsy and wants to speed things up, his hands shift their focus to her hips, his fingers looping in the soft material of her underwear and slowly pulling them down her legs.

Taking it slow needs to speed up a little because she's driving him crazy and the need to touch her has become overwhelming. He slips his fingers down and runs them against her, smiling against her lips because she's always so ready for him so quickly.

Annabel's still teasing him with small strokes and he's teasing her with his fingers, not entirely giving her what she wants because he's building her up for a better release. He pulls her hand away from him and kisses down her torso until he's right where she wants him.

She's a mess of soft sighs and harsh grips as he takes care of her exactly the way that she likes it. He knows her body like it's the back of his hand and she loves it because she doesn't have to ask him when she wants more or how she wants him.

Harry stops the movement of his tongue and his fingers when he feels her nearing her high. Annabel groans in frustration even though she knows that he does this to get a better orgasm out of her in the end.

"I hate it when you do that."

Harry laughs and kisses her neck as he rubs himself against her, teasing her and himself by only pushing in his tip slightly every now and again. After a little while, Annabel pushes her hips up and pulls him into her, a heavy sigh leaving her lips.

"You're a dick."

He chuckles as he picks up one of her legs and pulls it over his shoulder, "But I'm good at it."

Both of her legs are over his shoulders now and her eyes are practically rolling to the back of her head as he slowly pushes into her, pulling out nearly all the way before repeating the action over and over again. The slow burn is heavenly and her toes curl as he picks up the pace a little bit and his hands lift to cup her breasts.

Annabel lifts her hips to meet his, gentle moans passing her lips every now and again as Harry drives into her with a sensuality that they haven't shared in a long time. She's not close enough though, so Harry stops admiring her breasts to reach the small of her back and pull her closer, his other hand slipping down between them until he finds that special bundle of nerves that drives her wild.

Her thighs are shaking after only about a minute and her nails are digging into the skin on his shoulders. And Harry loves the way that she's squirming beneath him and how her legs tighten around him with each push of his hips. She's a little quieter today, but he loves that too because it means that he's really getting to her and stealing her breath away.

Harry shifts a little and she's practically falling apart with each thrust, high pitched whines passing her lips frequently and accompanied by his name and string of curse words. The urges to hurt her have been less difficult to quell this time, but he really wants to choke her because he knows that she loves it and he loves the look on her face when he does it.

She opens her eyes at just the right time and smiles once his hand wraps around her throat. "Oh, Harry..."

The moment that his fingers push into her skin, Annabel's back arches and her eyes roll back. Harry speeds up the movement of his hips and increases his hold on her neck. Annabel's in pure bliss even though she's on the verge of seeing stars.

Harry releases his grip and her eyes shoot open because she knows that he likes it when she looks at him while she's having an orgasm. That look in her eyes is what does it to him and he buries his face in her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin and a low groan escaping his lips.

He continues the movement of his hips until he's calmed down. Annabel sighs happily as he sponges kisses over her neck. His nose tickles her skin and her body is still buzzing in a pleasant way. Harry moves his attention to her breasts and she laughs because he's always had such a fixation with them.

"What would you do if I didn't have these?"

Harry smiles against her skin before he looks her in the eyes, "I guess I'd have to become a butt guy."

Annabel laughs and he takes a moment to pull out and roll onto the bed beside her, resting on his elbow so that he can still look at her and so that he can trace the veins that hide under her skin.

"You'd be very disappointed then."

Harry shrugs, a smile still on his lips. She doesn't have a bad butt at all, it's actually perfect in his eyes because it's not too big and it's not too small. "I like your butt."

Annabel smiles, "I know. I like yours too, it's cute."

Harry laughs and pulls her a little closer to him, "You're cute."

Annabel rolls her eyes because now he's just making fun of her because she used the word 'cute.' She kisses him slowly and gives his arm a squeeze, "Whatever you say. I'm going to take a shower, care to join me?"

Harry grins at the thought of a second round, "Of course."