"Let me hear you say you want it all; say it now, say it now."

Song: Gorilla

Artist: Bruno Mars

Harry had me pinned to the floor, my back pressing into the wood while his hips held me in place.  My near hysterical laughter had been cut off abruptly by his lips crashing down onto my own, his sudden intensity mysterious to me.  I wasn’t sure what I’d done for him to suddenly feel so urgent, but I wasn’t going to complain. 

It was insane how one minute we could be laughing and playing and the next desperately tearing away at each other; my emotions for him could change at the drop of a hat, the slightest indication from him flipping something inside me.  He could make my body come alive in a second, not that it was hard for him; I was practically always craving his touch, craving the way his body felt against mine.  In all honesty, there wasn’t much he needed to do to make me want to tear his clothes off.

My hands had snaked their way into his hair, the strands gripped between my fingers as I pulled him down against me.  He hadn’t said a word since kissing me, and I couldn’t find the strength to stop.  His lips pressed firmly against my own, the kiss rough and urgent as his tongue pushed into my mouth.  I could feel the weight of his body against my own as he pushed himself against me, the heaviness of him digging me further into the floor. 

He held himself up by his hands, his palms splayed wide on the floor on either side of my head as he lowered himself down, his hips never separating with mine.  Our kiss grew even rougher, his tongue pushing deeper into my mouth as I found myself leaning off the floor to create more pressure.  My neck strained as I rose to meet him but was promptly pushed back down to the floor as he increased the pressure even more.  Tufts of his hair were tugged with my fingers as they flexed against his scalp before releasing them and sliding down to his back. 

I needed more contact, more pressure, more everything as I dug my fingers into his skin, the soft texture of it giving to the pressure of my fists.  I could feel the intensity building momentously between us, every swipe of his tongue or roll of his hips against me adding to the inevitable fire that always burned through me when he touched me.  It crept through my veins now, the ever-searing inferno that grew more intense by the second. 

The muscles in his back were tight as he held himself over me, the push-up position he was in straining every fiber in his back.  My palms slid down the muscled expanse before finding his heated skin on his lower back where they flattened out against him to pull him even tighter against me.  I could feel him between my legs, firm and ready just as I knew I was ready.  He pushed himself against me as a quiet groan strained from his throat.

I could feel the groan in our kiss, the tiny vibration of it traveling through our lips as he continued to kiss me deeply.  He shifted his weight so he held himself up with one hand as his other traveled down my side, his hot palm heating the skin on my hip as it slipped beneath his sweatshirt I was wearing. 

My body felt needy as he squeezed my hip, impatient to feel him and feel the way my body reacted when it was connected with his.  I could tell from the rough way he tore his lips from mine and shifted them to suck harshly against my neck that he felt the same.  I lifted my hips to meet his, earning another groan that vibrated against my throat as my hands clawed at his back.

“Harry,” I said in a strangled, breathless voice.  I didn’t want to waste any time- I wanted him now.  The fire already searing through my body made it difficult for me to focus on forming a word and he hadn’t even really touched me yet.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait,” I said truthfully.  I already felt like I was going to explode if he waited any longer.  He let out a strangled groan, clearly turned on by the desperation in my voice. 

“I can’t either, baby,” he said, nipping at my neck one more time before returning his lips to mine. 

“I need you,” I mumbled into the kiss, his lips pressing down hard against mine as his tongue swiped against my own.  My hands clawed at every inch of his bare skin I could reach, and I was thankful he hadn’t put a shirt on this morning.  His hips pressed into mine once more before pulling back enough for him to shove the shorts I was wearing down my legs leaving me naked from the waist down.  My hands found the band of his shorts, digging into the fabric and copying his actions until I had them down to his thighs.

That was all the further they made it, however, before he pushed forward suddenly and filled me completely.  A loud gasp left my lips as my mouth fell open, his sudden intrusion setting a jolt of electricity through my veins and relieving some of the pressure that had been building up inside me.  His hand that had been roaming around my body, squeezing my hip, my side, my arm, practically anything it could reach, found the side of my face to hold me still as he kissed me roughly.

I could hardly return his kiss, however, as he shifted his hips backward only to slam forward into me again, the force of his thrust forcing all the air from my lungs.  I gasped again, my jaw falling open even more as he took advantage and let his tongue swoop in once more.  He pulled back, his hand clamped over my jaw as he forced me to look him in the eye.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his tone matching the intensity and urgency of his movements as he rocked his hips forward sharply again.  I felt almost dizzy as I felt every movement he made in every cell of my body.

“I need you,” I said, my tone strangled and weak from the way he was slamming into me.  He let out a low growl, the animalistic urgency taking over and absolutely setting me on fire.  I had never seen him so desperately feral before and it was extremely hot.  His hips rocked forward, this time using the momentum of his entire body as it rolled languidly beneath my palms.  I had no control over them as they roved down his back, the muscles flexing and relaxing in time with the way he rocked his body.

My body was practically buzzing with a desperate need for him and it was very quickly invading my brain.  I completely forgot that we were in the middle of his living room, on the floor, still half dressed.  In our desperate urgency, we hadn’t bothered moving to somewhere more comfortable or even managed to fully take off our clothes.  All I was able to focus on in that moment was Harry and the way his body felt all over mine.

My neck was arched as far as possible, the deep, heavy thrusts he gave making it impossible to sit still as my entire body writhed on the floor.  He gave up on kissing me, clearly seeing that I was unable to make any minute movements as he rocked into me so sharply and heavily.  His lips found my neck again, his teeth sucking against my skin as he brought blood to the surface.  My shoulders actually left the floor as my back arched, the depth he was reaching making me positively restless. 

I could feel him lower himself to his elbows, his hands tangling into my hair and pulling roughly on it as he tried to hold me still.  It was no use, however, because his tight grip on my hair only served to ruin me further.  My legs were actually shaking as his entire body rolled over me, the fluidity of it clear as he pressed his chest to mine.  My thighs were clamped around his hips as they moved between them, the tips of my toes tingling every time he moved inside of me. 

 “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly, unable to withstand his actions much longer.  His hands stayed tangled in my hair, his fingers pulling on the strands while his lips shifted all over my neck and chest, sucking, biting, and kissing.  The way his hips moved was rhythmic, animalistic, and desperate as he drove into me again and again.  It was harsh and fast-paced yet impossibly deep as he rolled above me, the crest of the wave peaking as his hips drove into me. 

My hands slid down his sides, their grip tightening in time with my gasps and moans every time he hit the sensitive spot deep inside me.  The sharp ridges of his hips passed beneath my palms as they shifted to his backside, my fingers digging into the muscles there as they flexed in an attempt to draw him even closer.

“Shit, Hal,” he groaned against my skin.  He nipped once more at the soft flesh above my breast before returning his face above mine.  My eyes struggled to stay open as they connected with his, the commanding grip he had on my hair holding my head in place despite my neck arching backward.  He held my gaze as he shifted his hips forward over and over, every inch of him sliding inside of me and adding to the growing pressure in the pit of my stomach. 

It was almost too much to see him this way- wild and feral and frantic with need for me.  The intensity of it lit something deep inside me, a dangerous and animalistic side I didn’t even know I had until he had awoken it.  Right now, I wanted it rough, I wanted it hard, and I wanted it just like he was giving it to me.

Every thrust he gave seemed to send a jolt through me, the rough action pushing me harder and harder into the floor.  It was like every time he pushed into me, he chipped away at any self-control I had.  I wanted everything he could give me, and he wasn’t disappointing.  My body was shaking beneath him now, the nearly angry thrusts growing even more intense as he moved over me. 

I was surprised when I felt the urge to shove him off me, my hands moving to his now sweat-covered chest in a sub-conscious action.  It was like my body knew this was too much for me to handle and was trying to fight it off even though that was the last thing I wanted.  I was at war with myself, fighting my instincts to preserve my sanity and desperately trying to tear it down at the same time. 

My hands balled into fists against his chest as I fought back whatever was going on inside me, the impossibly deep thrust he gave wilting my strength even more as I let out yet another moan.  Any weak attempt at pushing him off me was negated by the way he pushed his chest against me.  It was as if he could sense my strange need to fight him off, which only motivated him more. 

Sweat dripped from the tips of his hair, splashing onto my skin as he seemed to dig himself even deeper into me, every thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge.  I was a trembling mess below him now, my hands managing to unclench their fists but unable to still their shaking as I pushed them around his neck and into his damp hair.  I clutched at the strands, desperately trying to hold out as long as possible.  My legs curled around his back, crossing at the ankles to bring him even tighter into me.

“Jesus, Hal, baby,” he mumbled, his words not really meaning anything as he voiced his feelings.  His tone was so strained and wild that it sent a shock through me, earning an uninhibited moan. 

“Harry-“ I was cut off by another gasp as he pushed even harder into me, his hands using my hair as leverage as he pushed his body farther up mine, digging deeper than he had the entire time.  One of my hands slipped from his hair to slam against the ground, the loud smack echoing strangely through the living room before a loud whine left my lips.  The fire he had built inside me absolutely exploded, burning every cell and nerve inside me to a crisp as it flooded through me while I hit my high.  My breathing was impossibly labored and my heart hammered against my chest as the feeling spread through my shaking limbs, ruining my entire body.

Harry let out a tight groan as he felt me clench around him, my body’s reaction to the orgasm pushing him closer and closer to his own.  He never stopped the heavy rocking against me as he continued to push deep inside me, the sensitive nerves in my body burning from what he was doing to me. 

I hadn’t even caught my breath from the first orgasm he had given me when I felt a second one rip through my body, his never-ceasing actions releasing the pressure for a second time.  My hand that had fallen to the floor balled into a fist as the feeling flooded through me and I couldn’t stop it from pounding into the floor several times.  His hair was still tugged roughly in my other hand, hauling his mouth down to my own for another desperate, needy kiss. 

“Come on, baby,” I breathed against his lips, my weak body barely managing to cling to his own after my two orgasms.  I only had a few seconds left before I absolutely collapsed from exhaustion.  I managed to lift my head enough to let my lips find his neck, the skin there wet and salty with sweat as I sucked at it.  My teeth tugged on his earlobe as he rocked into me once more.  He pushed in deeply, his muscles quivering beneath his skin as he held himself over me and I heard the heavy groan rush past his lips. 

I could feel the strain in his muscles and hear the slight gasp he took before taking another ragged, uneven breath as he hit his high.  As soon as I knew he was done, my body collapsed back against the floor, unable to hold myself up any longer as fatigue set in every muscle fiber in my body.  My eyes closed instantly as I blew out a heavy breath, my arms falling limply to the floor by my sides.  My breathing was cut off for a second as Harry pressed his lips to mine firmly, his body hovering over mine before rolling off and collapsing next to me. 

I could hear him breathing, uneven and ragged, but still normal.  Heat rolled off his body in waves, colliding with the heat from my own as we both lay next to each other trying to recover.

“Holy fuck,” he said breathlessly.  I laughed quietly, unable to even respond as I reveled in the after affects still flooding through my body.  His hand fumbled between us before finding mine and gripping it.  He brought it to his lips to press a kiss into the back of it before letting our hands fall back to the floor lazily. 

“I fucking love you,” he said truthfully, the urgency of the moment carrying over into our words now.  I grinned widely, my eyes still closed as I tried to reign in control of my body again.  I sucked in a deep breath and rolled over to my side, my hand resting on his damp chest while my other propped my head up.  I ducked my lips to press into his skin once before speaking.

“I fucking love you too,” I said, laughing.  He opened one eye as he peeked at me, his hair wet and his cheeks flushed; he looked absolutely exhilarated and painfully beautiful.  After shooting me a lopsided, dimple-inducing grin, he slung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me on top of him.  I grinned as I shifted my weight and let my arms fold over his chest before resting my chin on them.  I felt the slow drag of his fingers running down my back, the feel of it diminished slightly by the sweatshirt I was still wearing.  I felt hot, the fabric trapping the heat and sweat that had been procured from what we’d just done. 

“I’ve never heard you so loud,” he said suddenly, a smug grin on his face as he looked up at me.  I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.

“What?” I asked.  To my knowledge, I hadn’t really been that loud. 

Had I?

He laughed and I was reminded of the cocky man I’d met months ago at the party, the looks he’d given me clearly communicating that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You were practically shouting.  And all that moaning and stuff… I think my neighbors heard, baby,” he said smugly.  He continued to run his hands down my back as I buried my face in his chest to hide my embarrassment.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled.  I hadn’t even realized at the time but now that he said it… I hadn’t exactly been focused on being quiet.  He laughed loudly, his chest vibrating beneath me. 

“I thought it was hot,” he admitted, bringing one hand up to force me to look at him.  He raised his eyebrows at me and nodded to reiterate his point.  “Really fucking hot, actually.”

I blew out a breath as I tried to calm the blush in my cheeks.  “Well good then because it was all your fault.”

He chuckled again, clearly not at all remorseful about it.  He shot me another grin before wrapping his arms around me and hugging me to him.  “You can scream my name anytime, baby.”

“Oh god, just stop,” I cringed, hiding my face into his neck now that he had me pulled further up against him.  He let out yet another amused laugh before kissing my cheek. 

My breathing was finally returning to normal, as was Harry’s as we lay there on the floor tangled up together.  A blissful lightness had settled over my body, the day with Harry and the things he had just done to my body successfully lifting nearly all the stress from me and replacing it with an endorphin induced happiness.  Harry was, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to me. 

What could have been minutes or hours passed as we both hugged each other, too exhausted to move from the floor.  It occurred to me that it was getting late because the windows were dark from the night sky.  I groaned internally, upset that I would have to go home soon.  It was Sunday night, I still had a lot of homework to do, and I had class Monday.

“Harry,” I said quietly, making sure he was still awake despite the probably uncomfortable floor.  I hadn’t noticed in the slightest, but that’s because I had been far too preoccupied with the way he was making me feel to be worried about it. 

“No,” he said, accurately guessing what I was about to say.  He tightened his grip around me in a preemptive attempt to keep me here.

“I have to go home,” I said disappointedly.  As much as I never wanted to leave his side, I had to at some point. 

“No you don’t,” he replied stubbornly.  “You need to stay here with me.”

“I wish I could, Harry,” I said honestly.  I hated how every time I left him it felt like I wouldn’t see him for ten years. 

“Let me come with you then,” he countered.

“I can’t, I have stuff to do and I’ll never get it done with you there.”

“Sure you will,” he said lightly.

“No, I won’t, because you’re distracting as hell,” I told him with a light laugh.  It was the truth.

“You know I’ve never even been in your room?” he said suddenly.  I blinked and looked at him before I realized he was right.  The farthest he had ever made it into my apartment was the kitchen that one time ages ago when he’d come over.  Even then, I hadn’t been able to hold out against him.

“You haven’t,” I repeated, still finding that odd.  “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “You always just come over here.”

“Because you live alone,” I said simply.  As much as I loved Maggie, it was really nice not to worry about any roommates at Harry’s house.  He nodded, seeing my rationale. 

“Still… could be fun.  And we should probably christen your room since we’ve taken care of your kitchen,” he said, winking at me. 

“We just had sex, you fool.  We’re not even fully dressed yet,” I said, laughing.  This was true, yet despite my statement I knew that would never stop me.

“So? I always want you, Hal, I’ve told you that before,” he said honestly.  There was spark in his eye that told me he was telling the exact truth and it made my heart pound a little harder in my chest.

“Still? Even after everything we’ve been through?” I asked.  He had said once a long time ago how he always wanted me when he saw me, but I didn’t know if that was based off our chemical physical attraction alone.

“Of course,” he said incredulously.  He looked at me like I was insane.  “Actually, it’s even worse now than when we started all this.”

I smiled happily, beyond pleased to hear his lust for me hadn’t diminished at all as we developed in our relationship.  “It’s the same for me.”

“I know,” he said smugly, grinning at me once more.  I shoved his chest lightly and shook my head.

“You cocky idiot,” I teased.

“Yeah, yeah, you love me,” he said lightly. 

“I do indeed,” I admitted.  He ticked his head backward, drawing me forward before pressing his lips against mine in a light kiss.  “But I do have to go, Harry.”

He sighed heavily before letting his arms fall dramatically to his sides.  “Fine, do as you must.”

I giggled, kissing his lips one more time before pushing myself off him and standing.  The sweatshirt I was wearing fell down to my thighs even when I raised my arms above my head to stretch.  A slight groan left my throat at the feeling of my muscles stretching out after so much time on the floor and I caught Harry’s smirk at the sound. 

“Not a word,” I warned teasingly as I moved past him to go find my clothes from yesterday.  He followed me into his room, sitting on the edge of his bed as he watched me gather my things.  He didn’t say anything until I was ready to go, turning to face him before leaving his room.

“Okay, ready,” I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet as he pushed himself from the bed.  He followed me out to the door, hauling me to his chest one more time as he hugged me goodbye.

“Drive safe,” he said quietly, his words muffled by my hair as his lips pressed into the top of my head.

“I will,” I said into his chest.  I pulled back enough to tilt my head back, puckering my lips at him as I waited for a kiss.  He rolled his eyes at the cheesy gesture before obliging and closing the space between us.  His lips lingered on mine for a few seconds before pulling back and releasing me.  “Bye, Harry.”

“Bye, Hal,” he said with a soft smile, opening the door for me and leaning over the frame as he watched me move outside.  I shot him one last grin over my shoulder before heading to my car and climbing inside.  As much as I didn’t want to leave him, I knew I had to if I wanted to be a productive adult at some point in my life.   

The drive home was quick and my mind was, as always, consumed with thoughts of Harry as I parked and made my way up to my apartment.  It was relatively late so I wasn’t surprised that most of the building was quiet while I moved down the hall.  I had just pulled my key out of my bag to unlock the door when I froze.

My eyes landed on the door, but it wasn’t closed as I had expected it to be.  A gap a few inches wide separated the door from the frame, and there was no light coming from inside the apartment.  Heavy beats of my heart set my pulse pounding through my veins before my mind could catch up. 

Maggie must have not closed it all the way, I thought, trying to calm myself down and rationalize the situation.  That’s all.

My hand pressed against the wood and I swallowed harshly, the dark of the apartment unfolding before my eyes as I squinted into it.  It was hard to hear over the pounding of my heart, but nothing made a sound as I slowly entered the apartment.  I scanned what I could see, but it was too dark to see much.  My hands fumbled for the light switch on the wall, my frantic movements increasing with each passing second.  Finally, I found the switch on the wall and flicked on the light.

Immediately my eyes searched the living room, still adjusting to the sudden brightness but seeing nothing.  I let out a heavy sigh of relief, my eyes closing as I relaxed a little.  Clearly I had just overreacted. 

“Hello, Halle,” said a cold voice from the kitchen, the opposite way of which I had looked.  My heart hammered in my chest once again, instantly recognizing the voice.

Oh god, no.

This can’t be real.

What is he doing here?

I turned slowly on the spot, my feet rooted to the floor as I braced myself to see what I had heard.  There, standing in the middle of my kitchen, was exactly who I didn’t want to see.

Ben.

"Look what you're doing, look what you've done... but in this jungle you can't run."