Harry

Scarlett had fallen asleep much earlier than he had and he sat awake, thinking and just watching her sleep.

She was beautiful, even with the dark rings under her eyes. He knew he shouldn't have been thinking in such a way, they were just fuck buddies, but he couldn't help it, it was human nature.

Her lips parted and a small moan escaped her lips. His hand found hers and traced the skin lightly. She mumbled a lot in her sleep but he didn't mind it at all, actually, he found it rather cute.

She turned on her side and cuddled into him, her exposed breasts meeting with his chest as her legs tangled with his.

He breathed deeply, pushing his thoughts down so he didn't get aroused once again.

Scarlett was something else and the more he tried to stay away, the more she drew him in without even trying.

He felt himself getting sleepy and, knowing that she was a heavy sleeper, he placed a sweet kiss upon her lips before succumbing to the pull of sleep.

Scarlett

She awoke with a familiar pain in both her sinuses and her jaw and with strong arms wrapped securely around her.

Harry had stayed.

There was a strange pull in her chest as her eyes took in his sleeping form for the first time.

His plump lips parted slightly as small snores escaped, his curly hair covering his face in a sleepy disarray, and his eyelids fluttering slightly as he slept.

He was breathtaking.

Of course, he had morning wood and it was pressing against her, but she didn't mind it, after all, it was nothing new.

Without thinking about it, she ran her fingers over the ink that painted his skin. He had so many where she only had a few and she found herself wondering what the meaning behind each was.

She had just traced over the ship on his arm when his grip tightened and his curls tickled her bare skin.

"What are you doing?" He mumbled into her skin grogily.

Scarlett shivered noticeably, his morning voice was deeper than usual and very raspy and it kinda turned her on.

She dropped her hand, "Tracing your tattoos. I like them."

Neither addressed the obvious and, when he opened his eyes, her breathing caught slightly, he said nothing and pretended that he hadn't noticed.

She didn't know what was happening exactly but she liked it, whatever it was.

His grip loosened and he gently nudged her on her back and moved to straddle her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I know we haven't taken anything, but, do you want to see the difference when we are sober?"

His lips drew closer to hers and she nodded, it couldn't hurt anything, could it? It was just sex and they had sex all the time...

He kissed her after a few brief moments, a long and soft kiss, and she felt that pull on her heart again and, once more, she ignored it.

It didn't take long for the focus of his mouth to move to her left nipple and in moments small moans fell from her lips.

His left hand massaged her right breast while his right moved to hold her back up.

His tongue flicked over her nipple and she moaned his name. She could feel his smile as he continued his assault.

He got bored of that soon enough and trailed wet kisses down her body, purposely stopping just above where she wanted him the most.

"Please...."

Almost instantly he obliged, his tongue skillfully working it's magic and eliciting loud moans from Scarlett.

Her hands knotted in his hair as she squirmed under him, pushing his head down further in an attempt to feel more of him.

He chuckled and the vibrations only made her want him more.

"Harry...stop fucking around and fuck me."

Scarlett was never the one to beg, he always gave her what she wanted. Somehow it was different this time and she wanted more than he was already giving her.

"Someone's needy today..."

His face was level with hers once again and upon seeing his smirk she rolled her eyes.

"Shut up and do it."

His lips moved to her ear, "Tell me how badly you want it."

Scarlett had been about to make a bitchy remark when he began sucking on her neck.

"So badly..."

* * *

"Fuck...why was that almost... better this time?" Scarlett spoke as her breathing went back to normal and her eyes drifted to the ceiling.

Harry ran a hand through his damp messy hair, "No idea but damn Scarlett...where did that come from?"

She shrugged and lit a cigarette, "No idea."

Harry was staring at the ceiling too now, "Are you planning on staying? I didn't expect you to be here this morning."

Harry took the cigarette from her hand, forcing her to look at him in turn, "Do you want me to?"

Scarlett shrugged and reclaimed her cigarette, "Doesn't bother me either way."

He smirked as his hand groped her ass, "I think I'll stay for a while."

Scarlett hardly acknowledged it, "Try not to eat all my food then. I'll be in the shower."

Scarlett got out of bed and stretched her limbs while Harry watched her.

"Mind if I join?"

She shrugged and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving that decision up to him.

                       * * *

"How come you don't have friends or anything?" Harry asked as he shook his long, wet hair.

"Don't have the need for them. Plus, no one really hangs out with a druggie. Except you, but that's because you're my fuck buddie, not my friend."

She had just finished brushing her hair when he removed the towel from her now dry body, his proximity now very close.

"You don't consider us friends baby?"

Her eyes found his in the mirror, "No."

Warm hands found her shoulders and he kissed her collarbone.

"I think we're very good friends Scarlett."

Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact and she tilted her head to the side to give him more access.

"Friends with benefits yes?" She spoke lightly as he continued to pepper her skin with kisses.

Harry hummed against her skin, "Yes."

Scarlett stopped him when his hands moved to her breasts.

"Not now, I've had enough today."

Harry pouted but dropped his hands, "Alright."

The door sounded through the house, an unfamiliar voice calling for Harry.

Scarlett gave him a look, "Who's that?"

When he didn't answer, she went to see for herself, without anything covering her exposed body.

Harry tried to throw her the towel but she ignored it and walked straight out to the living room, arms crossed angrily.

"Who are you?"

The man's eyes widened at the sight of her and he stumbled over his response, "I...uh...Matty, Harry's roommate."

"Okay, so why are you here?" She was angry and it was obvious.

"I needed to talk to him and he's usually here so..."

Harry walked in front of her to hide her indecency, "You can't just waltz into people's homes though Matty. What is it?"

"Jeremy called from jail last night. Told them he forgot his address but they'll get it out of him soon. We have to leave so get your shit and book it out of that place. If they find our shit we're screwed. He told them he lived alone too, so don't leave anything of yours at all."

Scarlett scoffed, crossed her arms and disappeared back into her room. She was ticked off.

Harry wasn't supposed to tell his 'friends' that they could find him at her apartment and they certainly should learn to knock.

It was actually sunny out for once and she decided that she would go to the beach in an attempt to tan and relax.

Both Harry and his friend, Matty, were surprised when she walked out in an actual state of dress.

"Don't be here when I come back." She stated as she walked out, letting the door fall shut behind her.

She had only been there a few hours when Harry called her. She ignored it and went back to reading her book, not particularly wanting to deal with him.

When he called the third time, she answered out of annoyance.

"What do you want? I already told you, no more sex today."

"I didn't call for sex. You heard what happened earlier. I don't have anywhere else to go, my family disowned me a while ago and those were my only two friends. I'll pay you rent and do whatever you want if you'll let me stay."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Harry..."

"Scarlett, please. I'll do whatever you want."

"Fine. You will clean up after yourself, chip in on food and drug money, no strippers and no bringing girls home, you can do that somewhere else but not in my apartment."

"Deal. By the way, I detest strip clubs and only see one woman at a time and baby, you're that one right now."

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "If that's all I'd like to get back to my book. Goodbye Harry."

She hung up before he could respond and went back to reading while wondering what it would be like to actually have him around all the time, probably irritating as fuck.

                         * * *

"Where should I hide the drugs?"
Scarlett gave him a look, "Really? That's the best greeting you could come up with?"

Harry shrugged, "I've greeted you with my dick before and you were fine with that."

She flicked him off, "Just give me the damn drugs and follow me. Fucking wanker."

Harry did as she had said and pulled the string to the top of her bikini and threw it to the side.

Her hands went to cover herself and he chuckled at her sudden care which disappeared in only seconds.

She walked to her room and pointed at a picture of a black and white cliff face on the wall, "This turns to the side and opens to a safe. Combination is 18, 4, 12. Take any of my shit and I'll bite your dick the next time I give you head, understood?"

She smirked as his eyes widened and he nodded quickly, "So that's why I couldn't find them!"

Since she only had half of her bathing suit on, she dropped the lower half as well, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.

She could almost hear Harry's pants tighten and smirked to herself.

"Solve that yourself. I'm going to make dinner, smoke a joint and then go to bed. Try not to ruin anything."

"About that...I actually don't have a bed, I used to sleep on the couch. Can I share yours or am I banished to live on the couch forever?"

Scarlett shrugged not really caring either way, "Do what you want, I don't care. Just don't try to fuck me while I sleep, got it?"

Harry laughed and shook his head, "Got it Scarlett."