Harry's sleep was agitated and restless, which meant mine was about the same since he was still sleeping in my bed. I felt awful for him; so much of his protected, innocent life had changed in a matter of mere hours. In a heartbeat, he found out who his mother and father were and lost them in the same heartbeat, finding out they were dead. It was well after midnight when I realized he hadn't had his meds either.

I got up to retrieve the pill box from my bathroom cabinet but I gasped in frustration when I remembered that it had been taken by one of Theodore's employees and I didn't remember it coming back to the suite. I searched everywhere I thought it could possibly be in case someone had brought it in when Harry and I had been sleeping. I became frantic, considering the consequences of him not having the pills he'd been taking. But I refused to let Harry see my anxiety so I calmly went back into the bedroom and told him, "I can't find your pills right now, so you might have trouble sleeping tonight, but I'll try to find them tomorrow."

"Oh, okay," he said.

"If you take off your shirt, I'll rub your back," I told him. He did and laid on his stomach. I sat next to him and rubbed and scratched along his smooth, warm skin for a long time, savoring this closeness with him. He settled but I suspected he wasn't sleeping, even after close to half an hour of soothing massage.

I laid down and tried to sleep but it wasn't long before he started shuffling again. "I'm sorry you can't sleep, baby. Do you want to get up and watch something on TV?" I asked. "Or I could find something on my...oh crap. Theodore took my laptop. So, TV?"

"Okay," he agreed and we walked hand in hand to the TV room. I sat sideways on the couch with one leg along the back and one leg on the floor. I motioned for Harry to sit in front of me and lean his weight against me. Once he was comfortable, I flipped on the TV and we found that there was no cable. Right - no wifi. Harry got up and put in a cartoon DVD.

When he sat back down, I lightly ran my nails up and down his arms and his torso. It was as much for his relaxation as for my enjoyment. I loved being able to touch him like this without fear of repercussions. It occurred to me that Theodore could have lied about a nanny cam in this room but even if he saw us, I would welcome the opportunity to tell him off.

We grew bored of cartoons rather quickly and we went back to my room. We climbed into bed and I nonchalantly said, "Well, we can always kiss some more." I winked at him and he blushed fiercely. "Come here," I said when were back under the covers. He was the first to close in on me, capturing my lips, still a bit unpracticed but very sweet nonetheless.

I rolled onto my back and he hovered over me, kissing me softly and then more firmly. As he lingered against my lips, I slipped the tip of my tongue between his and he pulled back at first, giggling. But then he resumed the kiss and when I slipped my tongue against his again, he learned what the fuss was all about. A slight moan emanated from his throat and I replied with my own.

There was so much angst built up around us, inside of us, in between us, and I realized that we needed each other. For comfort, for encouragement. For release. It was far too soon to think about actual sex but I wondered if Harry would be open to something more physical. The last thing on earth I wanted to do was to make him uncomfortable but I felt this might do us both some good.

As he still hovered above me, I entwined my leg with his and shimmied under half his body. As we made out, I gently rubbed my thigh between his legs. He gasped in surprise at first, but soon I felt his excitement growing.

He knew I felt it and his reaction was priceless. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he said, rolling away, off me and sitting up on the opposite side of the bed. I guess he had only associated an erection with masturbating so it still felt weird or shameful even though we had talked a good bit about how natural and normal it was.

"Harry," I whispered, sitting up on my knees and reaching for his shoulder. "It's fine. That's kind of...supposed to happen," I explained.

"But isn't that for...sex?"

Even his innocence was cute as hell.

"It is," I said reassuringly and he turned to face me again. "Sex is a very big step and it's not something we should do right away."

"So you want to have sex...wi...with me some day?" He asked in an incredulous tone.

I grinned widely while trying not to feel like an absolute creep. "Yeah, Harry, I do. But we have to get away from here first and foremost. And we have to grow as a couple too."

"Okay," he whispered.

"But it's okay to get sexually aroused," I told him. "I'm aroused, too."

"How!?" He asked with such surprise that I burst into laughter.

"Well, when sex actually happens, it helps to have some lubrication. So when women are turned on, they produce moisture to help things move...um...smoothly." Holy shit, it was different talking about it in this context and not the educational context in which we'd previously discussed it.

"Oh," he said, clearly intrigued.

"Come here," I giggled. "I'm not done kissing you yet."

"Good," he laughed.

As we kissed, I maneuvered into the position I'd been in before he pulled away. But I wanted to make sure he was okay with the way things were heading. "I want you to promise me that you will tell me if you feel uncomfortable with anything I do. I like to express my affection in physical ways - and in other ways too - but I never, ever want to push you to something you don't feel right about."

"Thank you," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Is this okay?" I asked, in reference to the way we were lying.

"Yeah," he said, a deep chuckle rising from his throat.

I grasped his face in my hands and pulled him close so I could kiss him again. My nails scratched his back as I moved my lips feverishly against his. As his hands threaded into my hair, I flicked my tongue against his lips and deepened the connection.

I reached down to his hips and shifted him to lie between my thighs. With both of us wearing only thin cotton shorts, I could feel him growing aroused against my most sensitive area. My heart began to race and my breathing shallowed, wanting to know what all of him felt like. I rolled my hips upwards towards his while pulling his backside against me.

He sputtered and stopped, his eyes closed as he basked in pleasure. "Oh...oh god," he muttered. "That's amazing."

"Yeah," I whispered, pulling him closer to kiss his neck and the bare skin of his shoulders. He was moaning without restraint now and I wished to high heaven that we could just say the hell with everything else and take each other here and now. But I knew he still had so much to deal with, I didn't want to add the responsibility and the weight of sex to his innocent self. Even though this was far from innocent.

"I...Is...Is this what sex feels like?" He asked shakily.

"Oh, Harry, it's something like this, but so, so much better," I said softly. I rolled my hips against his again, staring into his eyes and tugging him closer to me with each pass. Soon, he got the hang of it and rocked against me while we drowned in each other's gazes. He felt so good and solid against me and to be honest, even when I'd had actual intercourse before, I don't think I'd ever felt anything quite so pleasurable.

Eventually, he began to voice small murmurs of "Oh god, Jules" mingled with my high-pitched sighs and I love you's.

It didn't take him long to build to his peak, and honestly, I was right there with him. He looked uncertain, that maybe it was too embarrassing to cross this threshold with me, but I encouraged him lovingly. "It's okay, baby. Let it go."

With one more thrust against my hips, his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open as his breath caught in his throat. Watching him made me climax right after him. As the coursing pleasure subsided, he dropped his weight onto me and I nuzzled into his neck, breathing heavily.

"I love you, Jules," he gushed. "I love you so much. Please, whatever happens, don't ever leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere without you, Harry."

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Steamy! What do you think, in all honesty? Harry was just this innocent kid who hardly thought about sex before Jules came on the scene - or at least he didn't know how to act on his urges. Is this too much too soon for his level of innocence?