Scarlett awoke to find him gone. She didn't know why she thought it would be any different this time.

Perhaps the drugs had really started to mess with her mind.

It didn't take long for her to throw on a robe and light a cigarette, although the robe was really pointless considering that she didn't bother to close it. She wasn't too keen on modesty, she hardly knew the word nowadays.

Moving to the window she exhaled a cloud of smoke with a bored expression. The city below was so dull and drab in the mornings and without the effect of the drugs. And things were much too quiet whenever Harry wasn't around.

A young kid on his bike passed by below and ran smack into a row of waste bins; Scarlett smiled knowing the exact reason for the incident.

Once he collected himself, the boy looked to the window once more. She took a drag and winked at the awestruck kid, not concerned at all about his age or the fact that she was on full display.

"Do you ever actually put clothes on?" Harry's voice spoke suddenly, causing her to jump slightly and turn around to face him.

"I thought you left."

He shrugged and leaned into the door frame, "I did, but I came back. You didn't answer my question though."

Scarlett inhaled once more and blew a smoke ring in his face, "No, I suppose not really."

Her expression remained neutral as she pondered why in the hell he was back so soon and without warning this time, it was very unusual of him.

Bored of her cigarette, she snubbed it out and stated, "I thought we had an arrangement."

He licked his lips as she crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up and turning him on.

"I didn't think that it mattered much if I called or not since we do this quite frequently."

She sighed at the answer and brushed past him, jumping slightly when his fingers pinched her bum.

"The initial arrangement still precedes Harry, I do like my privacy."

He looked to the window and upon seeing the lad below sarcastically replied, "Clearly."

She rolled her eyes as she took a seat on the couch, "So? Why did you come back?"

He remained in the doorway to her room, green eyes scanning her body with each move that she made, completely captivated by her whether he realized it or not.

"Bought some of the good stuff and thought that you'd like some."

She flicked on the TV debating her answer briefly, "After lunch."

He sat down beside her, hand resting on her upper thigh, "Why not now?"

Scarlett removed his hand, "Because it's too early and I have things to do."

He sighed, disappointed, and moved his gaze away from her, "Fine. I'll just wait; I have nothing better to do anyway."

* * *

"Nice hickey."

Scarlett laughed, "Thanks Tara. Did you get the stuff last night?"

Her friend smirked, "Of course. While you were getting your brains fucked out by your fuck buddy I did all the dirty work as per the usual."

Scarlett rolled her eyes with a slight laugh, "Alright. Thank you, I won't ask again. You can keep half, sound good?"

"Very good. As always, pleasure doing business with you."

* * *

By the time she returned it was nearly six and Harry was still there which puzzled her slightly.

"I still can't find your stash. How the hell do you hide it so well?" He commented as she walked to her room, heels clicking on the tile.

Scarlett shrugged, it was a simple answer really, "Easier for the cops to not find."

"Good point. Anyway, I just ordered a shit ton of pizza so don't make anything."

Her apartment felt unusually hot and she ignored his comment.

"Did you touch the thermostat?"

No answer. Rather than bother him more she stripped to her bra and panties, too lazy to check or change it. It was either broken or he'd been a twat and messed with the settings again.

"I got some more powder if you want that. Or are we just sticking to the weed today?" She asked, taking a seat beside him with a neutral expression.

His eyes took in her change and he shut the television off no longer needing a distraction.

"Well, you are a bit more daring on the powder."

She pulled the small bag out from her bra and handed it to him, "The honor is all yours."

A wicked grin spread across his lips, "Lay down."

Scarlett grinned and did as he asked; she knew what he was planning to do already and reveled in the thought.

He knelt beside her as he dumped some of the powder on her chest, grabbing a nearby card to set the line.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth as his index finger lightly traced around her skin causing goosebumps to rise.

His lips pressed a soft kiss to her collarbone before his nose tickled her skin as he snorted the line.

He flared his nostrils and sniffed a few times before grinning, "Your turn sexy."

She had him do the same thing, only she snorted the line from his defined stomach.

The moment she was done his lips crashed against hers like waves against the shore, frequent and insistent.

His skillful hands were quick to unclasp her bra as his hands feverishly roamed her body as she melted into him.

"Mmm baby..."

In only moments they were both completely naked and passionately snogging on her couch, each of their hands roaming the other's body.

Something in her mind clicked and she took control this time, breaking away from him to have him stand so she could blow him.

He tried to sit back down and she smacked him before dropping quickly to her knees in front of him.

She bit her lip as she took his large length between her hands, kissing his swollen tip and flattening her tongue against him a few times just to tease him before entering him in her mouth.

His hands were quick to find her hair and tangled themselves as he bobbed her head at the pace he wanted and thrust his hips making it so that his tip hit the back of her throat, nearly making her gag.

"Shit...Scarlett...keep doing that."

One of his hands moved to squeeze her breast and she moaned around him, which only added to his arousal and had her wanting to please him even more.

It was clear that they didn't have a normal relationship, but it definitely wasn't just a friends with benefits type of relationship either. Only, the two of them prefered to pretend they didn't notice and that their relationship was purely for fun and nothing more.

He stopped her soon after, wanting things to end a bit differently, laying her on the ground and entering her without much warning.

Scarlett let out a loud moan as his pace increased and his body shifted to hit her spot, after a few months of fucking like rabbits he'd finally figured out where exactly that was and she was beyond grateful for that among other things.

He raised her legs so that they were on his shoulders, intensifying her pleasure that much more and driving himself deeper, if that were even possible, and silencing Scarlett only briefly.

Her body squirmed under him as she reached her orgasm, screaming his name as she came undone and marking him in the process.

He followed moments after, spilling into her with a loud moan of his own and a final kiss, almost as if he were sealing the deal.

The doorbell rang loudly in their ears and she made him get it considering he ordered the damn pizza in the first place.

The delivery guy got an eyeful and she made a mental note to not order pizza from there again, not like they'd deliver after that anyway.

Harry slammed the door and threw the pizza on the counter, pulling Scarlett into him and kissing her hungrily once more, only this time against the wall near the door rather than the couch.

When his lips moved to suck at her collarbone she gasped, "Weed and then we can continue mmhmm."

He didn't give her the option as he pressed her back into the wall and slipped inside her.

She screamed his name as her nails dug into his back and his hips banged against hers. He was rarely like this and, God, did she enjoy it when he was.

His lips hovered above her ear, "Still want the weed?"

"N-no...fuck go faster."

She felt his smirk against her skin as he listened to her demand. For the second time in the evening he got her off in the most splendid of ways.

He set her down gently and made sure to squeeze her bum before going to get the weed as she had previously requested.

He tripped on the coffee table on the way to the stash and she giggled before jumping over the back of the couch and making herself dizzy and giggling again.

Harry reappeared, bowl in hand and dimpled smile highlighting his face upon seeing her.

He neared the table and she giggled again, quickly covering her mouth, "Don't trip."

He felt so good that he took no offense and danced around it stupidly, only to plop down beside her and place a chaste kiss to her collarbone.

"You first."

Scarlett readily agreed, quickly lighting up and preceding the blow rings in his face and grin as he caught them and blew them back.

She went to pass it to him when his large hands grabbed hold of the sides of her face and he kissed her fervently.

"Harry, take at least one hit. You'll regret it if you don't." She breathed once he pulled away.

He knew she was right and nodded, mimicking her earlier actions as she reached for the pizza that now set on the coffee table.

"Did you bring any cigarettes with you? I ran out and forgot to buy some."

Harry hummed and threw her a pack and the lighter, he'd known that she'd ask eventually, she always did, "Light me one will ya?"

Scarlett did so silently, enjoying the familiar taste of nicotine along with the now fading cocaine high that was aided by the marijuana.

"So, I've never asked, but how did you get into all of this?" The curiosity was killing him, he knew it was because of the cocaine but there was nothin he could do about it now, the deep talks had already begun.

She threw her head back and closed her eyes, releasing a cloud of smoke before she spoke, "Wrong crowd I suppose."

Harry shook his head, he knew she was lying, "No, there's got to be a real reason."

Scarlett sighed not wanting to tell him the truth but doing it anyway because, fuck, she didn't have a filter with these drugs.

"I didn't get much attention from my parents, or really anyone. It picked up around high school and it only got worse as the years progressed. By then, the only people who wanted me were guys and all they wanted was sex. It's stuck with me ever since. What about you?"

Harry took an unusually long drag, "Sort of the same only, my dad paid less attention where my mom paid a little too much. They divorced when I was little and I don't think I really grasped it until my later years. I was never really popular, until puberty really, and from there it was the wrong crowd and a roaring addiction. Haven't thought of, or tried to pull away from it since."

"Did it get worse when that girl broke your heart?" Scarlett turned her head to watch him as he spoke wanting to watch the way his lips formed the words and to check his expression as he answered.

His fingers nimbly rolled the cigarette around in his hand, "Yes."

Scarlett gently pushed the curls from his face, admiring the vibrant shade of green in his eyes, how structurally well his features were, and how soft his lips looked.

His hand hesitantly caressed the curve of her face, he was secretly admiring her as well, "You've really never been in love?"

She brought her cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke against his lips before she answered, "Nope."