I was currently on the floor of Harry's kitchen in his flat at five a.m in the morning, scraps of crafting material spread out in front of me while I finished snipping the ribbon around the weaved basket in my hand as Fluffy layed on top of my head, sleeping.

Harry entered the room, opening the door and accidently hitting me since I was close to the entrance but I only scooted to the side in response, my determined gaze still set on my basket as I added soft, colorful tissue paper into it.

He just glanced at me with a straight face, narrowing his eyes at the cat on top of me before casually stepping over my body on the ground while I continued my crafting as he made his way back to his laptop on the island in front of me.

"Are you worried?" I couldn't help but ask after a few moments of the sounds of me snipping my ribbons and his fingers typing over his keyboard as I felt him remove his gaze away from his computer screen to look at me.

"About what. We're too good at what we do for Angelo to fire us, even with this one slip up." He shrugged in a deep careless voice, going back to whatever he was typing as I paused, frowning as I secured and tied the silk ribbon around my basket with great care.

Harry and I were supposed to be continuing our mission with protecting Spencer at the moment, but this morning our client himself had requested to see our boss Angelo to talk about something.

As agents we couldn't deny him access to our boss, especially if there was something wrong and he wanted to complain about our service.

Remembering back to when he walked in on Harry and I in my room, he probably had something in mind that he wanted to complain about.

But that wasn't what was worrying me so much.

"Not that," I said in a small voice, grabbing the plastic wrapped muffins and situating them perfectly into the basket.

"What we did was unprofessional and he probably didn't feel safe... I want my clients to feel safe, it's my job to protect them." The pout on my face caught Harry's attention as I took in a deep breath, trying to collect myself before I fixed my 'I'm Sorry' gift basket for Spencer.

"Poor guy, probably burned his eyeballs seeing us like that. I just feel
bad." I vented with a shake of my head, fluffing up the tissues in the basket and overlooking the entire appearance as Fluffy stretched on top of me, yawning and slowly sliding off my head.

"But bambina, I thought you were feeling, so good..." Harry drawled out, keeping his dark, mischevious eyes on me as I snapped my gaze up at him in embarrassment at the emphasis of the last two words.

I let out choked stutters, eyes wide and face turning a deep red as I placed my hands over my burning cheeks, looking back down at my basket and vigorously shaking my head, not knowing what to say making Harry chuckle in amusement.

"You're a bully." I playfully told him when I could finally manage a coherent sentence, trying to cover up my embarrassment as I scrunched my nose at him from the ground, sticking my tongue out as he stared at me with a straight face before poking his tongue out at me as well.

A giggle escaped my lips at the rare sight of Harry playing along with me before he turned his attention back to his laptop as I rose from the floor, raising my finished basket in triumph.

"There, all done! What do you think? Do you think Spencer will like it?" I clasped my hands together and tucked it under my chin with an expectant expression, my excited brown eyes darting between the basket on the counter and Harry who stared at it with an emotionless face.

My eager smile widened when he traced the soft ribbon tied to it with his fingers, rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger with an almost bored look.

He then flickered his green eyes to me.

"I want it."

"Oh, I'll make you another one then." I blinked in surprise, smiling with delight before he shook his head, grabbing the handle of the basket and pulling it to him, away from me.

"I want this one." He claimed in his deep, stern voice as I furrowed my brows in confusion at his serious expressiom.

"Harry this is for Spencer."

"No it's for me." He protested, hugging the basket with a dark smirk as I brought my lips inward, giving him a look.

"Harry, you already have a lot of gift baskets from me." I tried to compromise with him in a gentle tone, attempting to reach out for the basket only for him to shield it away with his arms.

"I want this one." He simply retorted with a stubborn look.

"Why?" I asked with a light laugh, resting the side of my face against his arm, peering up at him as he stared down at me with an even gaze.

"Because you want to give it to Spencer." Harry explained, making me smile at his quite childish attitude before I went on my tiptoes to get closer to his handsome face.

"Please," My request left my lips in a soft, soothing tone before I gave his cheek a loving kiss, causing Harry's resolve to practically crumble in front of me as he loosened his grasp on the basket, handing it back to me with a distracted expression.

"Thank you." I beamed up at him, watching him roll his eyes and turn back to his laptop as I went back to the ground, crouching and cleaning up the mess I had made.

Today was like another day off for Harry and I since we were still waiting on our boss and client, my thoughts seeming to wander about while I recycled my leftover scraps of paper, Fluffy following me around now fully awake before an idea suddenly popped into my head.

Somewhat energized by the thought I quickly scampered back to Harry in the kitchen, hopping onto the counter and swinging my legs on top of it besides his laptop, before gently grabbing his face and turning his head so his eyes were on me.

"Show me how your day is." I said on exhale, causing him to raise his brow and narrow his eyes at me in confusion, grabbing my wrists to pry his face away from my grasp.

"We always do whatever I want to do. Let's do something you want to do!" I explained, seeming more excited than Harry was as he slowly blinked at me.

"I want to eat you out again-"

"Okay something else!" I quickly backtracked with a nervous smile when he ran his thumb against the skin of my wrists, eyes heavily set on mine.

"I want to fuck you-"

"Okay maybe I worded this wrong- what I meant was what do you do on your days off, you know, before you met me? We can do it! Together." I reiterated with a small persistent smile as Harry raised his pierced brow.

"What I do when I'm off wouldn't exactly be fun to you bambina." He warned in a deep voice as I tilted my head to the side and grinned.

"I'm up for anything." I told him in a determined tone, wanting to know more about the mysteriously dark, green eyed man in front of me as he sighed and closed the laptop in front of him.

He released my wrists, backing away and lifting his shirt over his body, revealing his completely tatted and toned chest, my gaze falling to the inked spirals and designs of an asian dragon snaking across his broad shoulder, various horrendous images and mysterious writings on his bare skin before he move passed me.

"Oh," I blinked in realization, following his movements with my head before I quickly took my shirt off as well, hopping off the counter and following after him.

"Wait for me- oof!" I ran into Harry's hard back, walking too fast to catch up as he held a silver cylinder in his hand, lingering at the entrance of his living room before he pressed a button on it, the metal extending until it fit right in between the doorframe before he raised the bar up.

"I do fifty pulls ups every morning around this time." He explained, turning and pausing with slightly widened eyes when he saw me in my baby pink bra.

"Why did you take your shirt off?" He questioned in a gruff voice, distracted as I casually looked down at my top in my hands.

"Um, well you took yours off and I just wanted to copy since I'm doing whatever you're doing today." I explained with a shrug, looking up at him.

"I can put it back on-" I offered with a smile, only for it to diminish in replace of a flushed expression when Harry approached me, hooking his finger over the front of my bra where the bow was before he tugged my body forward against his.

"No." He said in a low husky voice that made me shudder slightly despite the heated stare he was giving me as unexpected, pleasant chills ran up and down my spine.

"Keep it off." Harry rasped, his dark eyes traveling down to my chest before settling back on my face.

"Okie dokie, fifty pull ups right?" I broke the silence, rolling my shoulders in motivation as I eyed the bar while Harry bit his pierced lip, attempting to hide the small smile on his face as he let me go, stepping to the side and out of my way.

"Sí." He confirmed, taking my shirt as I jumped and easily grabbed the bars with an excited smile, pulling my whole body up as the adrenaline began to pump through my veins.

As a trained assassin doing tasks like this had to be second nature.

Harry made sure to watch me as I did my set, at first observing and lingering around me with hooded eyes, resting his calloused, tattooed hand over my taut stomach to make sure my breathing was okay while I continued my pull ups before leaning back against the wall across from me with what I could only say was a proud smirk.

"Look, one arm!" I panted, doing a pull up with one arm before hooking my legs up onto the bar between the door so my whole body was completely off the ground.

"No arms!" I laughed, thankful that the arch of Harry's doorway was high enough for me to spin and flip my body continuously over the bar like I was the love child of an acrobat and a professional gymnast before I hung upside down on the bar, my legs keeping me from crashing to the ground.

My brown waves of hair swept the ground as I giggled and looked at Harry who was upside down, his usual frown looking like a smile before he approached me, crouching so we were face to face.

"Show off." He muttered, his eyes on my lips that I playfully pursed for him, surprised when he actually obeyed my silent request as he gave me a kiss, just like Mary Jane did to Spiderman when he was upside down.

Except I was Spiderman.

It was shortlived, just a teasing peck that seemed to satisfy me nonetheless as I smiled at him before I quickly rose towards the bar I was hanging on, lifting myself up and flipping over it one more time before my feet landed back firmly onto the ground.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, soft pants leaving my lips as I raised my hand for Harry's for a high five.

I was so excited my palm was tingling in anticipation.

Harry stared at it with an uninterested expression, giving me a blank look before he let out a small huff of defeat, raising his hand and giving my own a slap while my jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Yes! Woo! Best day ever! Best day ever!" I celebrated with joy, jumping up and down on my tiptoes like a small energized dog around Harry in a circle as he stood completely still in the middle of the hallway looking one hundred percent done with me.

I honestly felt as if I had discovered The Eighth Wonder of the world when I watched Harry do his own set of pull ups, sitting on the floor and looking up at him in awe with his toned, tattooed, back facing me, his muscles flexing under his skin as I blinked in disbelief.

So amazing.

I clapped when he was finished.

He just rolled his eyes and flicked my forehead in response.

"Breakfast." Harry instructed, entering the kitchen as I followed close behind him, putting my shirt back on while he took out a blender.

"Ohhhh... fruit smoothies." I quickly assumed in an eager tone, peering curiously at the ingredients he was getting from the side as he attempted to gently push my face away, only to peek over his arm when he tried to playfully block my view.

"No, I usually do something quick and easy." He explained in a gruff voice, cracking an egg over the open blender, capturing my attention as I rested my chin on the island, drumming my fingers over the countertop as my wide eyes followed the descent of the raw yoke that dripped from it's shell and into the clear container.

"That doesn't look like a smoothie." I whispered to myself, my brows creased when Harry began to put in the strangest ingredients into his shake, like an abundance of nuts, spinach, and wheat grass.

I swallowed, trying to hide the slight disdain on my face.

I can't be rude, just because it might not look as appetizing doesn't mean it is.

He placed the lid over the clear container and blended it, the solid food churning into a green thick liquid making my eyes widen.

Breathe Malu, I can do this, it's just a drink and Harry made it.

I knitted my brows together at the sight of Harry transferring the green shake into two tall glass cups, attempting to hide my frown.

"Oh, you don't have to fill it all the way up to the- and you filled it all the way up to the rim. No that's, that's just what I wanted- this looks great." I nervously babbled, concealing my apprehension with a shakey smile as Harry simply gave me a look, sliding the full cup to me.

I eyed the drink, some type of air bubble popping through the thickened green liquid making me gulp before I darted my wide uncertaineyes between the cup and Harry as he downed the shake without a moment's hesitation.

I glanced down at my own drink in my hand.

Oh sweet peas.

Just because it's different doesn't mean it's bad, just because it's different doesn't mean it's bad.

Not wanting to offend Harry in any way I took a considerate sip, blinking and smacking my lips together loudly causing him to turn to stare at me.

Taking another slurp I paused, licking my lips and smacking them together to let the taste settle.

I continued to make the sound until Harry pinched my cheek.

"You're annoying." He scoffed as I cradled the drink to my chest in thought.

"I can't tell if I like it or not..." I pondered truthfully as Harry placed his elbows over the counter, resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he sent me a blank stare.

The second I looked at him my mind was decided.

"You made it so I like it." I concluded with a nod, bringing the large glass back up to my lips and drinking it in loud, audible gulps as Harry rubbed his sharp jawline, making sure to cover the lower part of his face and glance out the window to avoid my gaze even though I knew my comment had pleased him.

"Alright, what do we do next partner." Slamming the empty glass cup down onto the counter with a satisfied sigh, I wiped my lips with my arm and sent him an expectant look as he flickered his green eyes back to me, narrowing them slightly at the nickname I had given him.

"I check my inventory." He said, pressing some secret button underneath his kitchen counter before there was the sudden sound of shifting and a distinct click that seemed to resonate around the room before he walked over to his large, stainless steel fridge, opening it and revealing a display of different high quality sniper guns and weapons in place of the food.

Harry then stalked over to the drawers, pulling them out one by one and showing the amo tucked into the black styrafoam of the small space along with perfectly aligned shiny bullets, sharp edged knives and deadly handguns.

"Stupid gatto." He cursed in irritation when Fluffy hopped onto the counter, trying to touch the weapons curiously with his paw before Harry grabbed him by his back, cauding the naked feline to immediatly hiss and claw at him in obvious disdain, both the man and the cat seeming to glare at one another before he placed my pet on top of my head.

Fluffy settled on top of my hair as I smiled at Harry, watching him glare down at his inventory, his concentrated gaze flickering over his weapons and checking each one as I admired him.

Harry could be doing the simplest things and I swear I would be happy just watching him all day.

After we checked if each weapon was working correctly, Harry situated himself into his living room, his shirt now back on as he settled into one of his modern, stiff, white chairs, silently reading a classic novel while I stayed in my own chair besides him, upside down with my legs in the air reading one of those interesting self help books I got for sale.

I kept switching my position a lot, not liking staying in one place for too long as I layed across the small chair, then hooked on leg over the arm of it, then sat upright, then went back to going upside down with my eyes glued to the pages in front of me until Harry glanced from his novel to glare at me.

"Are you done moving." His deep voice cut through the air as I brought my head up from my book in surprise to look at him.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." I quickly apologized in a soft voice, hiding slightly behind my book as he sighed, running a hand through his waves of brown hair.

"You don't have to sit next to me neonata." Harry reminded.

"Sit wherever you feel comfortable, just don't move all the damn time." He snapped with impatience, muttering something in Italian under his breath as he went back to his book while I pursed my lips in thought.

I usually enjoyed a good read in bed or with a blanket around me where I'm all nice and warm.

Nice and warm.

"Okay." I smiled, getting up from my chair and moving to where Harry was seated, causing his gaze to flicker up to me in confusion before I brought his arms up, letting my small body crawl onto his large one in the small chair as I settled onto his lap, my back against his broad chest and my legs up and folded on him as I snuggled closer while his arms continued to hover in the air.

"This is not what I meant." He bit out as I rested my head against his shoulder with a small smile of content, going back to my reading.

"Love you." I just told him in a casual tone, not really knowing why I had such an urge to say it but saying it anyways.

I wanted him to know.

I wanted him to feel the love he deserved.

His body was still somewhat stiff beneath mine before he lowered his arms around me, his book in front of us as he rested his chin over my head.

"You shouldn't keep saying that, if you just repeat it it'll lose its meaning." Harry advised in his monotone voice as  my grin stayed in tact.

"No it won't." I reassured him in a positive tone, feeling him turn his attention on me as he leaned back to make eye contact with me.

"What makes you so sure of that bambina." He questioned in a serious tone, as if challenging my feelings before I pressed the side of my face against his chest and peered up at him through my lashes.

"Because as long as I'm saying my 'I love you's' to you, it will never lose its meaning."

The look on Harry's face was absolutely priceless that I just had to look away with a smile, turning back to my book in satisfaction.

I could feel Harry's heart rate pick up in his chest from behind me, his beats racing a million miles per minute even though he stayed silent.

Eventually my attention drifted to Harry's open novel that was practically in front of me as well and at some point I closed my book and was fully reading along with him, silently in my head enraptured by the plot.

"Are you done?" His soft voice checked like he always did everytime he was done reading the page, his fingers running over the edges of the paper to flip it on my word as I nodded, letting him move to the next page for the both of us to read.

I don't know how and I don't really know when but somewhere through the drama of Daisy and Gatsby's love affair in the novel I had fallen asleep in Harry's lap, my head resting against his chest as I slowly awoke, feeling warm and realizing Harry's strong arms were securely around me as his body slumped against the chair, his sleeping face still pressed over my head.

I rub my eyes, cuddling closer to his comforting body before my gaze fell onto our discarded books on the ground.

Attempting to pick Harry's novel up so it wouldn't be damaged, I leaned forward slowly, only for Harry to hold me to him closer, lowering his head until his face was buried in the crook of my neck.

"A little longer.." His rough, drowsy voice requested.

"Hm?" I murmured in confusion, running my hand through his soft locks.

"Please stay with me like this a little longer neonata. Just a little longer." He elaborated, softly inhaling as he buried his face against my neck, keeping his arms around me while I smiled, feeling my heart flutter.

"Okay Harry, I will." I reassured him, feeling the cool metal of his lip piercing
brush against my skin as he held me to him.

"Around this time... what would you be doing after you're done reading?" I asked after a few moments of silence, wanting to know more about him, about what he did in his day off as I continued to run my fingers through his hair, knowing that soothed him as he stiffened a bit at my question.

He didn't answer me immediatly, just held me as if he was afraid I'd disappear from his grasp and evaporate into thin air.

"I'd be having meaningless sex." Harry responded in a blunt tone, his attitude immediatly changing into a distant one as my finger paused through his locks.

He noticed that, raising his head and loosening his grip on me as I frowned.

I was sad, but not because of the sex.

Everyone had sex in their life, it was normal.

What made me so sad was that I reflected on what Harry and I did so far- or what I learned Harry did whenever he had a day off.

He would wake up at five o'clock in the morning by himself, do pull ups to keep him busy, make his own breakfast- preferrably a fast, easy one like a drink so he wouldn't have to sit at his table and eat alone.

He would then check his weapons, over and over again, even if he already knew that each one worked correctly just to pass the time.

Then he'd try to escape his reality by reading, just for the time being.

And when the day continues to drag on with its endless hours, Harry would try to lose himself in sex that meant nothing to him, and would leave him only emptier in an unshared bed with his thoughts.

He was just as lonely as I was.

Even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Bambina, say something." Harry urged with an uncertain look, catching me off guard at how boyish he looked, the expression in his green eyes almost vulnerable as I stared at him.

I blinked at him before fully turning in his lap so I was straddling him as I cupped his warm face in my comforting hands.

"I know you're probably sick of me always sticking around you but just know if you're ever bored and you want someone to count your guns with you, or read a book, or even do pull ups and make shakes I'll be here. You can always call me, I'll be here." I repeated in a tender voice, gently running my thumb against his skin as he gazed at me with slightly wide, unreadable green eyes.

"Malu..." My name left his lips in an awed exhale before he suddenly lifted me up and brought us down to the floor, catching me off guard when he began to shower my face in kisses like I always did with him.

I couldn't help but laugh and try to shy away from his persistent lips underneath him, even though I was thoroughly enjoying his caress as he raised his head up, the both of us smiling at one another as I lost my breath at the loving, dimpled, grin he was sporting as he peered down at me.

Still hovering over me he brought his hand up to my face, gently cupping my cheek and running his thumb across my skin as I leaned into his touch with a smile, placing my own hand over his wrist before his thumb grazed my lower lip, catching his attention.

Harry dipped his head down slowly, his parted lips ghosting over mine and just before they could make contact his television suddenly turned on.

"Why am I not surprised." Angelo's disapproving voice tsked, catching both Harry and I's attention as we froze on the ground, turning our heads to find our boss on the screen of Harry's large television.

"Look I'm on tv. Hi Malu!" Spencer casually greeted with a frantic wave of his hand and a charming smirk as I blinked in surprise.

"Hi Spencer." I smiled, waving back just as enthusiastically as Harry hesitantly got off me with a begrudging look on his face, muttering something about murder under his breath.

"So sorry to interrupt, but I just finished talking to your client here." Angelo said, addressing Harry and I as I quickly stood to my feet in realization.

"Please let me just apologize to Spencer first," I requested in a serious tone, my gaze locking with Spencer's through the screen as he blinked at me in surprise.

"Spencer what Harry and I did was unprofessional and I never meant for you to-" I stopped mid-sentence when Angelo raised a confused brow as Spencer began to vigorously shake his head with wide eyes, running his hand over his neck in a sweeping motion.

"Ixnay on the eating puss-ayyy..." He whispered, making me realize he hadn't told Angelo who turned behind him to look at Spencer as he quickly dropped his hands, placing them behind his back and straightening his posture before he sent Angelo a colgate smile.

"What did just- you know what I'm not even going to ask." Angelo huffed, turning back to me while Harry let out an irritated scoff, still laying carelessly on the ground with his elbows propping him up as he glared at the screen.

"Your client wanted to talk to me today about discussing the possibility of having you two as long term body guards for him. He's willing to pay a pretty penny as well." Angelo explained, making me glance back at Spencer behind him who tucked his hands into his suit pockets, nodding with a smirk.

"No." Harry immediatly responded right as I said "sounds great," causing us to pause and snap our gazes towards each other.

"Right, well of course I get to choose what happens at the end of the day anyways since I am the boss. But since  you two seem to ignore my instructions despite my position and my warning of relationships between agents, I'll need to talk to you today. Be here at my office no later than 2. That is all." Angelo ranted, now looking angered and impatient before the screen went black

Whatever discussion was awaiting Harry and I, it was bound to be bad.

AN: Thoughts on Spencer?

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