Case Closed

//sexual content//

*AU Harry as a lawyer
*AU Louis as a Homicide Detective
*AU Niall as a punk tattooed band member
*AU Zayn as a tattoo artist
*AU Badass Liam


8. Cruel Sheets

4 months since Mr and Mrs Prescott case file was closed, both Harry and Savannah have started working together as opposing councils on other case files as to their sudden increase of high demands for the both of them due to their skills,knowledge, and work ethics. Both of them were known to be enemies in court. A fire breathing dragon against another. Both strong fiesty and aggressive. Yet, these features were only to the public eye, otherwise, when they're together, still the same features yet with passion. Harry and Savannah's relationship was intimate. Two opposing lawyers as a couple wasn't a crime at all; the only reason why they chose to have kept it was because it might intefere with their jobs as to the given that they are always fighting against each other in court. But this time it was different. Harry had a special case to work on. A case wherein, Savannah wasn't the opposing council. A case wherein he had to go to a different city for his convenience.  


The scalding water streamed down Savannah's back, marking her skin red from it’s scorching heat as she held her hands over her face and tried to take deep breaths over her heavy chest and the rising steam. The last month without him. The fading memory of his skin on hers. His absence was hard enough on it’s own. The cold of her sheets. The stiffness in her bones. The burn in her palm without his there. The paleness of her lips without his there to mark them. Leave them red with his want for her, his love for her. She couldn’t smell him anywhere. She couldn’t feel him. He’d never felt more gone. Even though he called her every night even when he was exhausted just to hear her voice and tell her he loved her. Everything felt horrible.    When Harry wrapped his hands around her arms and his chest pressed to her wet back, his nose burying itself in the back of her drenched hair, She finally began to relax. Lifting her face from her palms and keeping her eyes closed as she tilted my head back against his shoulder. Reaching behind her to tangle her wet hand in his hair and feel his palms smooth across her stomach, over her hips and under the crescent of her breasts.   

“I missed you babe,” she sighed into the steamed air of the shower, feeling his lips press to her neck and his hand ghost down her slick abdomen to the warm pillowy flesh between her thighs. Cupping his hand there just to give her his heat.   

“Are you okay, love?”   She shook her head, feeling tears building behind her lids. “I need you.” Savannah uttered in the most audible voice that she could.  

“I’m here. I’m right here.”   She heard his words, felt him against her. The rise of his body at the small of her back. The pressure of his fingers against her core. He was home. He was with her now. That’s all that mattered. 

Moving her hand down his forearm, She scratched her nails against the back of his hand, urging him to part her folds and glide his middle finger over her clit, pressing the pad of his finger against her opening. Slipping inside of her effortlessly and making her gasp in the heated air. The water scorched her skin as his hand lit a fire inside of her. His hand pumped slow, allowing the base of his palm to graze against her clit as she breathed in the skin at his neck. 

 Harry bit his lip and watched through his curtain of dripping wet hair at the work of his hand inside and against her. Savannah brushed her hand up the tension in his forearm to the strength and curve of his bicep to curl behind his shoulder and hold to him. A second finger joining his middle to stretch her further, to prepare her for the fullness of his body that she knew she would get. Savannah waved my hips against his hand and he pushed her against his body, holding her there with the strength of his hand that was still unraveling her. Pressing her tight to him as his fingers beckoned inside her and his thumb circled against her clit.   

“Oh God, Harry,” she gasped, her thighs trembling with pleasure that was stacking against her.    “Do you wanna come for me, love?”  

“You know I wanna wait for you. But God, you feel so good,” Savannah exhaled and gripped tighter to his skin as he pushed in deep, letting her body overtake his knuckles.   

His lips traced the line of her jaw to her ear, letting her feel his breath, hot and welcoming pouring down her neck. “Turn around.”   

Her muscles took a few seconds to respond to his request as his hand slipped away from her and she faced him, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him lift her off the slick tile floors of her shower and wrap her legs tight around his waist.   

She grasped the back of his head and pinned her forehead to his as he turned the shower off and carried themselves from the bathroom to her bed, both of them dripping wet. Laying her against the sheets, their bodies soaking the soft cotton as she finally got the comfort of his lips, the serenity only his tongue could grant her. Savannah whimpered against him as his fingers curled behind her ear and his thumb pushed the curve of her jaw up to allow him further, his tongue strong yet so soft against hers. Taking her hands in his, entwining their fingers and bracing them tightly against the mattress, She hitched her leg up his hip and angled herself to him so he could guide his ready length inside of her without any guidance from his restrained hands.   

Feeling him again was a relief her body and mind needed more than she even knew. She took in a breath and felt a hot tear trickle from the corner of her eye back into my soaked hair as he stretched her and pushed further and further, slowly, until she had all of him and he all of her. The pleasure of the embrace of her body overwhelming him, breaking him form the kiss to turn his cheek to my lips and groan softly.   

“God, your whole body is so warm, Savannah,” Harry admonished, his fingers flexing around her.    “Take me, Harry. Please God, take me,” She begged, wanting to be completely overtaken by his body. His heat. His everything.   

He slid their clasped hands behind her head and held them there as his hips pulled back and pushed deep, slow at first but gathering speed as her body yielded to his. She could feel how wet she was for him. It leaked out of her every time he pushed inside her, coating them both. His hair dripped to her forehead as his electric eyes focused on hers, lulled and glistening, his red lips parted and his tongue held to his teeth as the pressure of his thickness pushed in her stomach and parted her walls. The pace and having gone too long without causing him to get overcome quickly, his breath catching and his eyes squeezing closed as his head dropped slightly and a breath of a word getting lost between them. 


“God, I missed this,” his words were a gust of pleasure and Savannah smiled against his cheek before moaning out in protest as he pulled from her, stretching his body down her, kissing her collarbone and further to my breasts. Flicking the peak of her nipple into his mouth to hold between his teeth and suck gently for only a moment before releasing their hands and finding his way further down her stomach. His eyelashes tickling the sensitive skin under her navel as his wet hair left trails against her. His wide hands spreading her legs further, admiring the way his body had pinked the flesh at her thighs apex before licking her gently and fully from opening to clit with a soft groan as her body arched to him. Closing his lips around her clit like a deep kiss, knowing he could taste himself there. His palms massaged her thighs as she moved his hair back and watched his  eyelashes rest against his cheeks as his lips sucked against her bundle of nerves and his tongue pulsed, licking her slowly once more. Trying to bring his body down some and build hers up further. Once he tasted enough and brought her so close to the edge she was whimpering and squirming, he moved his lips to her hip, folding me over and coming to his side behind her. Her leg draped over the crook of his arm with his chest against her back and her fingertips pressing into the firm skin of backside as he pushed inside her once again.   

She never tilted my face away from Harry's, wanting full access to his lips and wanting him to see how much I’d missed him across my features.  He took her steady, their skin smacking against each other as he rest her leg back over his thigh and moved his fingers to her swollen clit.  Savannah sucked in a breath, contracting her stomach as he rubbed and circled, pinching her between his fingers and rolling her softly as his thick length brought her closer  and closer.   

“Don’t stop, God, don’t stop. Baby, shit,”    She pressed her butt back against him, seating herself deeper and causing a deep groan from him as his lips pressed to the back of her shoulder. She clenched when his hips pulled back and drove up hard and he grazed his teeth against her, rubbing faster against her until she was unraveling.  

“Oh God, oh God. Jesus, Harry baby,” she gripped to the sheet in front of her and felt her body shake as he took her over and down even further.  

“I want to be under you, love,” Harry was breathless in her ear and when her legs allowed muscle movement, she shifted away from him as he rolled to his back and let her straddle him, taking his length between his fingers and holding himself steady as he watched her lower herself on him.  Her body was so incredibly spent, so weak from her orgasm that she moved in a lazy wave, rocking against Harry before finally bringing her body down over him. He gripped her backside as she fisted the sheets by his head and his hips took her over once again. Thrusting up from under her. She held her breath then let go in a loud exhalation as she glided him in and out of her, grazing her breasts against his smooth chest. Feeling his hard nipples as hers moved over them. One of his wide hands stayed against her ass as the other moved up her spine and twisted itself in the back of her hair.  

“Touch yourself, love. Do it for me,” he coaxed but Savannah couldn’t open her eyes. Couldn’t imagine getting off again. Her body was already so weak.  

“No, Harry. I can’t,” she was out of breath, delirious with him.   

“Please, baby. One more time,” Harry raised her hand off the bed, folding down her thumb and pinkie and licking his hot tongue against the three remaining fingers before sucking them into his mouth, wetting them completely and causing her stomach to contract. He moved her hand between their bodies and pressed her wet fingers to her hypersensitive nub, guiding it in slow circles with his fingers against the backs of her.   

“Oh uh God,” she gasped, his hand leaving her to work alone and his hips thrusting up again. Her body clenched against her will as her second and last orgasm built but his body was too overcome. She felt the flex of his fingers against her and watched as he swallowed deeply then couldn’t breathe, his teeth grazing deep into his bottom lip as his back arched before she felt him spill and pulse.   

She was so close, She couldn’t stop. Even though his body relaxed and his hips rest back on the mattress he was still inside her and her fingers never stopped their furious circling on her clit. As he came around and looked at her, his eyes traveling to her vigorous work against herself, he clasped  his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. Holding her forehead to his as her jaw dropped over the powerful waves coming on strong.   “

That’s it. Come, baby. Let go. Fuck, that’s it,” he encouraged quietly as her body jolted hard, knocking a startled breath out of her at the impact of her orgasm. Her muscles shook uncontrollably as he pushed back her hair and watched in awe.    Savannah relaxed against him, letting him stroke her hair and her back as she panted and tried to moisten her dry mouth with her tongue. She felt his lips against the top of my head and heard him tell her he loved her as she tightened her grip around Harry's torso. She could hear his heart beating in her ear. Calming. He was there, She knew he was but as she drifted awake, alone in her bed and reached out to the cold emptiness beside her; she knew he hadn’t been. He was still miles away. Her dreams giving him to her only for her reality to take him away again. She felt her heart rate accelerating as it all hit her. Savannah pulled herself from her bed and rushed into the bathroom.   

He wasn’t there. No evidence of their shower together. No reminder of his smell. She backed up to the wall and slid down it, her breathing was erratic.  But she’d felt him there. She could still feel him as she clasped her hands over her core and cried. Breaking down completely. Her subconscious had done her a kindness. Brought him to her when it knew she needed him but it didn’t take into account the waking. How horrible it was to be ripped  back into a cold morning feeling him but finding him nowhere.   

Once she could gather herself enough; She pulled her body back into her room and found her phone, hitting Harry's number and curling back up in bed. Bringing a pillow tightly to her chest as his phone rang on the other end.   

“Good morning, my girl,” his voice was warm and light. It wasn’t fair. He was in good spirits. Happy. Distracted. While she was being swallowed by his  absence.   

“Harry—” was all she could manage before she broke again.   

“Sweet heart, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The light was gone from his voice and replaced with concern. She couldn’t answer him. She couldn’t even think of words let alone form them over my sobbing. 

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, covering her face in her hand and coughing, feeling sick with her tears.   

“You’re scaring me, love. What’s going on?”   

“I can’t,” her words were barely audible and she felt as if she wasn’t even the one speaking them.

  “Can't what, love? What's wrong?” 


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