Two months later.

"Harry, do you want to come to dinner with us tonight?" Jeffrey asked as we grabbed our jackets from the coat hooks on the back of the door. I wanted to say no but what was my alternative, hang around at home by myself? That would just make me feel worse. It had been a long and frustrating day and I'd been in a bad mood for most of it. I knew what would make me feel better, but I was reluctant to make the call. Lily and I had had sex three times in the last two months, phone sex once and each time so far had been instigated by me, not that she had ever turned me down or seemed like she wasn't just as keen as I was but still, I felt like I was constantly chasing her.

"Oh, and I should warn you Glenne is bringing a friend." He added and my ears perked up. Perfect. Lily wasn't the only girl in the world, why hadn't I thought about that sooner?

"Sure. Beats eating alone. Who is she bringing?" I smiled.

"Some girl she's been hanging with lately. I forget her name - it begins with A, I think?" Jeffrey shrugged.

"OK. We heading straight to dinner?" I asked.

"Probably should since we were meant to meet them a half hour ago?" Jeffrey laughed nervously as I followed him out to the car.

...

"Where have you been?" Glenne snarled as she greeted Jeffrey.

"Sorry. You know how it is." Jeffrey protested.

"All my fault, Love. Can't seem to write for shit these days." I interrupted and tried to get my friend off the hook.

"Well, you're here now." She smiled. "And this is Rosalyn. Rosalyn this is Jeffrey and Harry." She turned to the woman at the table. Her slightly floral name made me think of Pinky. Our routine had become familiar, I knew what she expected from me and vice versa. What if this woman wanted something more?

"Hi Rosalyn!" I smiled as I held out my hand.

"Hi Harry!" Her cheeks tinged with pink as her fingers grasped mine. That was cute.

Dinner was nice and Rosalyn was pleasant enough company. She was pretty too.

"Harry, why don't you drive Rosa home?" Glenne grinned at me as if she was some sort of matchmaking genius.

"Sure." I smiled while I settled the bill and we all made our way to the door of the restaurant.

...

The drive to Rosalyn's apartment building was cordial. She talked a little about her work; she was an artist, apparently she'd just sold a painting to the French President, and she'd been really flirty all night so I admit I was a little surprised when she didn't invite me in.

"Thank you, Harry. I had a lovely time, maybe we could do it again sometime?" She said, her body already half out of the car.

"Uh. yeah? That would be nice." I replied, and she yelled goodbye as she scurried off. I pulled out my phone to find out what the hell was going on from Glenne when I spotted a text that made me forget all about Rosa. Immediately.

Pinky - 19.45: Where exactly are you right now?

Pinky - 19.47: I need you and Skype just isn't gonna cut it

Shit! That was more than two hours ago. Hopefully she wouldn't be pissed.

Me - 22.15: LA, where are you?

Pinky - 22.17: Just landed.

Pinky - 22.18: Glad to be back but touring is fun though.

Me - 22.19: Isn't it? How long will you be in London?

Pinky - 22.21: 3 weeks off then Thailand.

Me - 22.24: Can probably convince Jeffrey I need a break?

Me - 22.25: Won't be a hard sell. I can't seem to write anything but shit, lately.

Pinky - 22.26: Don't be silly, Harry. You're working. You don't have to fly home just because I'm horny.

Pinky - 22.27: And I doubt anything you write is shit. Don't be so hard on yourself.

I threw my phone down on the passenger seat and finally pulled away from Rose's Apartment building. I had to go cold turkey, sever all ties. I didn't like how needy she made me, how desperate I was to please her. I knew suggesting I fly over there was stupid but it came spewing out anyway and she just threw it back in my face.

By the time I eventually got home I felt like a caged animal. All my frustrations sexual and work related were driving me crazy. I grabbed my phone from the passenger seat and ignored the blinking notification light. I was so pissed off I didn't even notice the body propped up against my front door until I was reaching out for the door handle.

"Hi Harry!" Lily smirked. And I honestly didn't know whether to hug her, rip her clothes off or completely tear her a new one for fucking with me.

"You're in London!" I accused even although it was plainly obvious she was not in London. She glanced around playfully.

"Nope. Pretty sure this is LA." She smirked.

"Ha ha!" I scoffed.

"Ha ha nothing. Do you know how long I've been waiting here?" She quirked her eyebrows at me. I thought about telling her about my alternative plans but what if it just pissed her off? Maybe she could use being a little jealous so fuck it!

"Well, you're actually lucky my plans fell through or you could have been stood here much longer. I was on a date." I added just to make it absolutely clear.

"Poor Love, doesn't know what she's missing." She smiled at me, not even a hint of annoyance on her face.

"Maybe I turned her down?" I replied matter-of-factly.

"Maybe you did?" She rolled her eyes, growing more and more bored with the conversation.

"Urgh. Maybe you should just leave?" I hissed out before I even realised what I'd said.

"OK." She replied calmly and began walking down the steps. I opened the front door and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I leaned my body against the glass and tried to get a grip on my thoughts. I'd missed her, no doubt about it but was that a good thing? And clearly she missed me, well fucking me anyway, or she wouldn't have stood on my doorstep for hours. Fuck, how long had she been there? And I didn't even invite her in, make sure she was okay.

"Pinky?" I yelled as I wrenched the door open, the glass panel shuddering in the frame.

"Yeah?" She was halfway out the gate already and it must have been a trick of the light that made her eyes look glassy. I stood to the side of the door and gestured inside the house. She glanced out to the road and then back at me and I became genuinely troubled by the fact that she might leave.

"Please, just come inside?" I cringed at the slightly begging tone of my voice but breathed a sigh of relief as she walked back towards me.

"OK. But I want you to make me come in that pool just like last time." She smirked as she walked passed me and into the house.

"Look, Lily. I'm sorry. I've been in a pissy mood all day-"

"Shh... it's okay, Harry." She cupped my cheeks with her hands before running them softly through my hair and I was putty in her hands. "I know how to make you feel better." Her fingers tangled with the hair on the back of my neck and she pressed her lips to mine gently and I whimpered at her touch. We continued to kiss slowly and carefully as she worked on undoing the buttons on my shirt. My fingers got lost in her candy floss pink curls and I'd missed how soft they felt.

Lily let out a soft moan as her hands slid up my body, over my chest and pushed my shirt over my shoulders but I wasn't ready to let her go so that's as far as my shirt went. My pinky finger brushed the zipper on her dress and I freed one hand from her hair to slowly pull the zipper down the glorious curve of her spine, my hand slid inside and roamed the tenderness of her bare skin and I smiled when I realised she wasn't wearing a bra. She removed one hand from my body at a time and I heard her dress fall to the floor; I was eager to get a look at her stood there in all her glory but I was reluctant to break the kiss.

It was gentle and slow and very different from how we normally kissed and I was becoming intoxicated by it. My dick twitched uncomfortably as her fingers undid the fastening on my trousers, she undid my zipper and my trousers fell to the floor like her dress. They'd barely hit the floor when her hand reached inside my boxers, her warm hand felt like heaven as she grasped my dick. I shook my head as we continued to kiss, I wanted to be inside her.

"I know. I've been wet for you since my flight took off this morning." She broke the kiss, and I whined, like a drug addict who'd lost his supply. She slid my boxers down my legs and placed a chaste kiss to the tip of my rock hard cock as she stood back up. "Missed you." She whispered, and I didn't like that she directed it only at my dick but there was no doubt he had missed her too.

"Sit down for me." She asked, and I rushed to do exactly as she asked. "Good." She purred, and I felt my chest puffing out at her praise. She moved to stand in front of me, her feet either side of my thighs and her delicious pussy just inches from my face. I couldn't stop myself from poking my tongue out to taste it.

"Oh, fuck!" Her hand grasped my head as her composure went out the window but it didn't take long for her to regain her control.

"OK. Stop Harry!" She panted as my tongue worked her clit. Her hand was pulling my hair. I flirted with the idea of ignoring her but I wanted to be inside her so I did as she asked. She lowered herself down, and she didn't even stop for a pause before she slid down onto my cock and her satisfied moan as I filled her up was like music to my soul. My hips involuntarily bucked up into her and my body welcomed her slow rocking on my cock, interspersed with her slowly lifting up and sliding back down. Her walls hugged me perfectly as always and my fingers beat her to her clit and she whimpered quietly as I teased it in time with her movements.

Before long we were both panting hard, on the edge of the precipice and there was no way I was jumping without her. Her walls clenching and unclenching around me felt amazing and when she suddenly let herself go it took me a little by surprise but her pulsing around me sent me tumbling over the edge as well.

"Thanks, H. I needed that." Her head leaned against my shoulder as she recovered her breath.

"No problem." I replied and the sudden breeze hitting our bodies made me realise the front door was still wide open, I reached out and pushed it closed. The thought of whether somebody had seen us didn't linger long in my head as I wrapped my arms around her. Welcome back, Pinky!

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I allowed myself a brief moment of comfort before I wriggled free from Harry's arms and un-joined our bodies. I found underwear in my bag and Harry handed me his shirt. A bright floral Gucci number that just so happened to be silk. I slid my arms into the sleeves happily, my fingers brushing over the orange flowers like a baby seeking comfort from their favourite blanket. I picked up my phone, the blinking notification light from the unopened message taunting me, like it had done all day.

"I knew you'd like that one." Harry grinned at me as he took my hand and pulled me behind him and into the kitchen. "You hungry?" I shook my head. At that precise moment in time I was one hundred percent satisfied. "Thirsty? I have some Casamigos here somewhere."

"Just water, please?" I replied, and he quirked an eyebrow at me but didn't probe me any further. We always had a little celebratory drink afterwards it was kinda our thing.

"Movie?" He asked as he handed me a glass of water before gulping down his own glass.

"Something funny or explosive." I requested, romance wasn't something I could handle tonight.

"Why did the scarecrow win an award?" Harry smirked.

"I don't know, why did the scarecrow win an award?" I forced a smile.

"Because he was outstanding in his field. Ha?" He chuckled and I couldn't help but giggle at the adorable look on his face but my heart still hurt like nobody's business. Maybe I should just get out of here? I glanced towards the kitchen door, trying to work out if wallowing in my own house would be any better.

"I'm pretty tired. Stay with me?" Harry asked as he read my thoughts. I could feel my tears prick at my eyes and I pressed my head against his shoulder to try to keep them at bay.

"Come on, Pinky. Just lay with me?" Harry whispered as his arm wrapped around me and held me close. Without responding I followed behind him as he headed upstairs. The silence seemed deafening but also comforting at the same time.

He pulled back the covers, and I silently climbed into bed and seconds later Harry was pressed up behind me, his arms enveloping me like my softest comforter.

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Lily's gentle breath tickled my arm as she fell into a deep sleep. I moved carefully to check I wouldn't wake her, but she was out like a light. I looked down at her looking all vulnerable and I wondered what had upset her. Seeing her like this set me on edge, it wasn't something I was used to. I wanted my strong and confident Lily back. Even her pink hair fanned out on my pillows seemed a little less bright than usual.

I spotted her phone on the bed and I picked it up to place it on the bedside table but my touch made the whole screen light up and my eyes were drawn to the message preview on her lock screen.

Hubs - 00.01: Happy Anniversary?

I quickly placed the phone down on the bedside table feeling like a guilty little schoolboy. I shouldn't have read that, but it wasn't as if I could help it. I didn't do it on purpose, she'd forgive me, right? And then I suddenly realised she never needed to know. I hadn't opened the message. I glanced over at her to make sure she was still asleep and headed to the bathroom to pee.

As I washed my hands, I suddenly became more and more angry. I mean what the fuck even was that? Happy Anniversary. Question mark. Was he trying to get under her skin? Just making extra sure she had a shity day.

"What a dickhead!" I muttered as I headed back into the bedroom.

"Who's a dickhead?" Lily's voice startled me.

"Oh, nobody." I shook my head. "I thought you were out for the night." I quickly changed the subject.

"Flush woke me up. I'm sorry I was a bit of a moody cow earlier." She replied and I noticed the notification light on her phone was no longer blinking.

"It's alright. I'm here if you want to talk?" I stood at the edge of the bed, feeling a lot more jealous than I ought to at the thought he might have cheered her up rather than me.

"It's chilly in here without you." She smiled and pulled back the covers. Without my permission my body climbed back into bed, drawn to her like a magnet. "Today would have been mine and Richard's Wedding Anniversary and it had me feeling all kinds of fucked up." She nuzzled into my side and it made my heart race, no doubt I was horny again. She always had me hornier than a teenager.

"Do you miss him?" I cursed myself for asking such a stupid fucking question.

"Yeah. I mean he was a huge part of my life for such a long time and I'm still not used to coming home to an empty house. I miss him less when I'm here." Her fingers must be able to feel my heart thumping, it doubled in speed at her words, as she traced circles around my chest.

"How long are you here for?" And I wasn't sure if I meant here with me or in LA and I was curious to see how she'd answer.

"I'm gonna be in LA for two weeks and uh - I can be here as much as you'd like. I haven't slept with anyone else since we last saw each other so I'm pretty horny." She playfully bit my chest and I smiled at her answer. Two weeks of evenings spent with Lily sounded like heaven, no awkward couples dinners for me. And then I remembered I had a party to attend tomorrow night. Shit!

"Don't suppose you'd mind meeting me at a party tomorrow night. I can get you on the guest list?" I asked.

"Could do. I could always pretend I'm meeting with somebody if anyone asks." She replied, and I felt a little hurt that she hadn't assumed I meant coming as my date but not that that's what I wanted, anyway. Our arrangement was good for me, commitment didn't fit well into my life.

"We haven't really done any proper sneaking around yet." Her fingers traced slowly up my thigh which immediately got my dick's attention. "Could be fun?"

"Pinky, why haven't you asked me to play with you?" I finally asked the question I'd been dying to know since we first hooked up.

"What do you mean?" She asked as her fingers ever so lightly touched my balls.

"Come on, clearly you get off on being in charge so why haven't you asked me to play?" I asked as her fingers slowly traced along my dick, making it twitch.

"You wanna be my sub?" The startled tone of her voice surprised me. I mean our sex was hardly dull, was it?

"Why does that surprise you?" I pouted as she moved to straddle me.

"Well honestly, sometimes you seem like you'd be such a good sub," her lips leave kisses all over my chest. "And then other times where you get really testy and clearly aren't into it?" She bit down on my nipple and I let out a whimper.

"Please, Pinky... I can do it." I found myself begging. Where had that even come from? How had I gone from being curious as to why she hadn't asked, to begging to do it? But I did want to do it. "I can be good. I promise." And her resulting moan made me smile.

"OK, Harry. We can talk about it but not right now. My mouth will be very busy." She said as she kissed down my body. My dick already fully hard and waiting for her.