3 Years Later...

After a long, fatiguing day at the nursing home, I was so happy to be stepping into my own home, letting out a tired, yet blissful sigh.

Another great day over, now to relax and decompress.

The large entrée never got any smaller over the years, but it had gotten homier after Harry let me put my finishing touches on it. A few flowers, knickknacks, and small things here and there, it now actually looked less sterile and more like someone actually lived here.

Coming inside, still in my light pink scrubs, I took off my jacket and shoes, and immediately looked up when I heard Giselle coming out of the laundry basement, carrying a stack of fresh fluffy towels. She smiled my way and bid me hello, and I repaid it with a warm smile of my own. I could already smell Jean cooking in the kitchen as well, no doubt creating another masterpiece for me to sink my teeth into in about an hour or so.

But the one who I had hoped the most would greet me at the door, sadly hadn't.

Sighing, I began my usual march towards the two double doors. The doors were closed, which translated into him being busy with work. Nonetheless, I still opened the door, giving a small tap before poking my head in. "Knock knock."

And there he was. As usual, in his favorite spot.

Spinning the chair around, Harry looked my way the second I stepped into his office. His lips turned up in a little smile, but didn't speak. I quickly realized why, as he sat in front of his desk, wearing his usual brown trousers and white pressed shirt, except today, he had a phone pressed to his ear.

– But that wasn't the thing I was concerned about. Instead, my eyes sought to his lap, where his other hand was busy as well.

Smoothing over his sleek gray fur, Harry's hand moved in a constant calm petting motion over the half-sleeping cat in his lap. He looked quite content as he laid there, purring audibly even from across the room.

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms at the sight. Unbelievable. Buying a cat had been my decision, and yet of course he became a complete daddy's boy the second I wasn't around. Always curled up on Harry's lap, every single afternoon I came home.

The betrayal was real.

"D'Artagnan," I sighed, shaking my head again at the cat who just kept purring, ignoring me completely even as I came closer.

"Don't take it personally," Harry spoke, his lips tugging up at my annoyed expression. "He had a long day. He tried to help with this," He nodded down at the desk filled with his math, "but gave up rather quickly. After that, he decided to take the rest of the day off."

"Sitting in your lap," I finished, leaning down to Harry's lips, stopping inches away. "I can't say I blame him. I'd spent all day in your lap as well if I could."

Harry chuckled soundlessly, but then kissed me back as I pressed my lips to his. It was a slow, unhurried battle, even as the phone against his ear kept ringing.

"How was work?" He then asked, letting me pull an inch from his lips. I hummed tiredly.

"Long, but good," I smiled, before turning my eyes to his phone, still ringing. "And you?"

"I'm trying to get in touch with a Swedish astronomer. Time difference and connection is proving rather a bother."

"Well, I won't bother you then," I whispered, pecking his lips a last time. "Just wanted to say hi. I'm gonna go relax upstairs. I'll see you later tonight."

"See you tonight," Harry smiled back, before suddenly focusing. "Yes, hello. Dr. Larson?"

I quickly swept out of the room, leaving my two guys to their business, even if one seemed to be sleeping on the job. Sighing a last time, I still couldn't help but smile to myself as I tiredly walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

Our bedroom.

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It was about two hours later, well after dinner, and I had just come out of the shower.

Sitting in front of my vanity table, I was brushing the last tangles out of my half-dried hair before bed. It was quiet, Harry still working downstairs. It wasn't unusual that we ate dinner at different times; usually Harry liked to work past nine, and I was too exhausted from work at the nursing home to stay up late. Still, every weekend, we'd spend the whole Saturday and sometimes Sunday together, enjoying each other's presence. We lived two separate lives, but we enjoyed them together. This was the future we had mad; this was the future we had both wanted.

Brushing a stubborn tangle out of my hair, I looked up when I suddenly heard the bedroom door finally go. From my spot in the mirror, I saw Harry enter, closing the door silently behind himself. "Hey."

"Hey," He sounded as tired as I felt, yet I still saw the faint smile lift to his lips as soon as his eyes found mine.

Coming closer, I watched him through the mirror lean down behind me and press a lingering kiss to my temple. I smiled back and kept working on my hair, even as he kissed a lazy trail down my neck. "Busy day?"

"Busy day," He echoed back affirmingly against my skin.

With a last peck, Harry then stood up and headed to the bathroom. With the door standing wide open, I saw him loosen his tie and take off his watch and cufflinks, before grabbing his toothbrush to brush his teeth. Meanwhile I finished up with my hair, clipping it up, and moved on with my nightly routine, dabbing some moisturizer on my face, before grabbing my body lotion.

Sitting on the small puff, I worked around my fluffy robe and began lathering on the cream. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harry washing his mouth out and then washing his hands, before drying them. I finished up with my legs and moved on to my arms, rubbing the cream into my elbows and around my shoulders.

By the time I had lowered my robe to my waist and was smearing lotion onto my neck, I sensed Harry walk out of the bathroom, now only wearing his shirt and pants, the prior hanging loosely open. Coming up behind me, he kissed my shoulder again, before reaching for my lotion, and without a word, began to rub some onto my back where I always had trouble reaching.

"Thank you," I smiled gratefully through the mirror, watching him diligently massaging it in, his fingers soft, yet firm. Then, smoothing up to my shoulders, he leaned in again, inhaling the scent of my shampoo while languidly massaging the tight knots out of my shoulders. I moaned softly and closed my eyes, focusing all my attention on the way his thumbs rubbed small, circular motions across my skin. Not much different from how he rubbed me elsewhere...

"My mother called today."

Well that was an instant turn-off.

Snapping my eyes open, I looked at Harry through the mirror and couldn't deny how my expression visibly soured. "And what did she have to say this time?"

Over the years, Harry's mother calling had become the equivalent of insults raining down on either of us. I knew Harry spared me from most of them, only relaying some of the softer insults that came to my name, but that was because of his everlasting need to protect me. Funnily, he had no quarrels relaying the ones she pinned to him, perhaps not realizing that those were the ones that actually hurt me the most.

"She told me my brother just finished up at the Swiss fertility clinic and is coming home today." He told, pressing his lips to my temple again. That instantly made me soften ever so slightly, melting into his soft touch.

"And?" I asked, trying to hide the cheeky smirk on my face. "Did it work?"

Harry met my face through the mirror. His lips twitched shortly. "No."

I bit down my grin and tried my hardest to look sympathetic. "I'm so sorry to hear."

"No you're not."

"No I'm not, and neither are you."

"Not even the slightest," Harry chuckled, pressing a hard kiss to my throat as I no longer tried to hide my laugh.

We were awful people for celebrating the fact that Richard remained spermless, but we honestly didn't care. They were horrible people themselves, so it was hard to find any sympathy. They could've just adopted, but nooo. Only Richard's actual genes counted.

The pure and utter hypocrisy.

"My mother had another take on it, though," Harry told, causing me to snort lightly.

"I'm sure she did. Did she ask you to contribute yet again?"

"Of course. And I gave her the usual answer."

"Which was?"

"Take it up with my wife," Harry responded, now gripping my chin and turning my head to claim my lips.

Moaning, I looped my arms around Harry's neck and allowed him to lift me up onto my vanity table, pushing my legs apart. I welcomed him and pulled him closer, not caring that I could hear my perfumes and lotions knocking over on the table. This was the moment I waited for all day, every day.

Kissing Harry back passionately, I mewled softly when his hands ran up my thighs, tracing my smooth skin. They finally came to the tie around my robe and undid it, opening the middle to run his fingers up my sides, all the way up to my breasts. I shivered when I felt him lightly brush them, before cupping them fully, his lips traveling down to meet up with his hands.

"Harry..." I moaned, tangling my fingers into his hair as he peppered kisses all across my chest, before suckling one nipple into his mouth and teasing the bud. Expelling a breath, I tried to keep still under his lips as he continued to tease me, switching to my other breast. I felt his tongue trace a circle around my areola, before softly wrapping his lips around my hardened nipple. He sucked gently, letting me feel just the lightest graze of his teeth, just enough to leave me shuddering. "Harry."

At my needy voice, he released my hardened nipple and met my eyes. I gave him a look back, and without further incentive, he moved towards my lips, the same time my hands sought out the clasp of his pants.

Kissing me deeply, tangling his hands in my hair, Harry devoured me until I could barely focus on my task of undoing his trousers. Finally, after a minute of fumbling, I felt them come undone and I reached inside, quickly finding what I needed.

Grunting, Harry stiffened as my hand wrapped around him and stroked his hardened length, feeling the weight of his arousal for me. Even years later, I still marveled at his size.

I didn't get long to marvel though, because suddenly Harry stepped closer, pulling me against him the same time he gripped my chin and stole my lips.

Gasping, I couldn't help but shudder as Harry kissed me deeply, gliding his tongue over my lips, before sipping in, the same time I suddenly felt him pressing against my inner thigh. My legs automatically widened more, giving room for him to find where I needed him the most.

I clung to him desperately, running my hands over his impressive physique, those strong arms and muscular back. All the way down to his ass, where I felt him grip my hand and steer it between us.

Pulling an inch away, Harry then surprised me by meeting my gaze. I looked at him through hazy eyes, but then realized what he wanted a second later.

Between us, Harry wrapped my hand around him and his own over mine. Holding my gaze, I breathed shallowly as he then, slowly, made me bring him to my core, pressing against my wet opening.

"Harry..." I wasn't even sure my voice was registering as I saw him then lean in, pressing his mouth to mine, the same second he pushed forward.

In one, deep delicious thrust, he was inside me.

A moan ripped from me and I clung to him hard as he pulled me tighter against him, letting me have him all the way to the deepest end. I felt him hit bottom, and with a small shudder, I felt him clench my hip, almost reassuringly.

He was so damn deep, and he knew it.

With a slow, steady thrust, Harry then pulled back and begun a rhythm that had me panting in no time. My vanity table shook beneath us, my perfume bottles rattling and my trinkets threatening to fall off the table. I didn't care. I only clenched Harry's shoulders harder as I felt him kiss me down my neck, making sure no spot was uncared for. All the while moving inside me, exploring every part of me he already knew so well.

Need built up inside me like a storm, tugging at the deepest parts of me, all the way to my fingertips. As if sensing I was close, Harry gripped me tighter and kept his pace steady, rocking into me firmly until I could barely catch my breath.

"Harry!" I shuddered and cried his name as I finally hit the edge and tumbled over. Drowning in a delicious orgasm, I gasped and mewled as I Harry kept me afloat throughout it, never once pulling away or allowing my climax to flicker. Instead, he let me dig my fingertips into his arms and spasmed around him as I got overwhelmed to the point of no return.

Finally, after what felt like minutes, I slowly hailed down. My senses returned to me, and I discovered Harry had slowed his pace to a gentler one as my sensitivity maxed out after my orgasm. He was pressing slow, unhurried kisses against my rapidly beating pulse, almost as if coaxing it to come back down to normal.

"Harry..." I breathed pleadingly, and like always, he knew what I needed.

Gently, yet sturdily lifting me off my vanity table, he carried us to his bed where he quickly discarded the rest of his clothes, before settling on top of me again. I didn't waste a moment to wrap my arms around him and pull him down, giving a soft moan as he entered me once again.

He was still pulsing hard, slick with my orgasm as he plunged deep and made my back arch. My nails scraped down his shoulder blades, pleasure tickling through me as he began a new rhythm. I felt his lips along my neck, kissing down to my breasts where his tongue teased my stiff nipples, just the lightest graze of his teeth making goosebumps spread across my skin.

And to think this man would've still been a virgin if he hadn't met me. What a waste that would've been.

Smiling cheekily to myself, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sheer and utter luck as Harry's mouth locked and gently sucked on my breast.

This was all mine. A brilliantly smart, incredibly intuitive and sexually dominant male with a soft side.

...Who was currently about to make me come again.

"Harry!" I clung to him harder as his hips suddenly took a firmer pace, plunging into me with drive. I gave a breathless gasp when I felt his hand then push my legs wider apart, giving him better access to go even deeper. "Oh, God!"

I threw my head back as he thrust deep, driving pleasure all through my body with just a few aimed hits. A garbled sound left my mouth, but that was all I could do to breathe as Harry's mouth now claimed mine, one hand jerking my chin up to meet his lips.

Sparks and fires seemed to burst inside me, my body going haywire on me as I felt Harry's length swell inside me. With a grunt against my lips, I felt him brace himself against the headboard as he pushed harder and harder, bringing us both over as light finally exploded and—

With a loud cry, I came apart, hearing Harry let out a staggered groan above me as well. The next second, I felt warmth fill me as Harry joined me, releasing inside me with a few labored breaths. Together, we rode the wave out, me clinging to Harry desperately as pleasure threatened to float me away, and Harry anchoring me down with his weight. For minutes, we both stayed like this, feeding off of each other's climaxes.

Softly, I then felt Harry's lips peck mine, just a featherlight touch as I still panted for my breath. Slow, sweet kisses then peppered down my neck, down to my chest where my heart was beating rapidly against my ribcage. Little by little, my tight grip loosened on Harry, until my body finally surrendered to relaxation, coaxed by his mouth.

Slowly, I then peeled my eyelids apart. Harry was still above me, pressing languid kisses to my shoulder. When my hand moved and softly combed through his tousled hair, his eyes lifted and met mine. I smiled lazily, seeing him mirror it; a contented grin stretching on both our lips.

With a final kiss, Harry then rolled off me with a deep breath, me shuddering slightly as his semi-hard length slipped out of me. I felt absolutely ravished and satiated at the same time, my breath still struggling to find its way into my lungs.

"Well..." I panted breathlessly after a few moments. "I think I know one place... your mom can find a deposit."

Rubbing my legs together as I felt his 'product' trickling out of me, I heard Harry chuckle dryly beside me. Then, rolling up to me, he pulled me into his arms and sighed deeply, almost hopelessly against my neck, before kissing it. "That mouth..."

"Nope, she won't find it in there."

– And that, ladies and (not so) gentlemen, was how I found myself getting spanked hard by my mathematician.

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The (absolute final) End

If you hated it, you've got no one but yourselves (and my writer's block) to blame.