Together Everafter (Accidental Fate Sequel!)

*SEQUEL TO ACCIDENTAL FATE!*
Alice finds herself on the same path as earlier, only it's real this time. Along side her best friends and boyfriend, she's learning to veer her life down the right path, rather the sticky one which occurred in her dream. Although, Alice still faces the big question, should she tell Harry about her dream? What would he think of her after that? Would he think she's nuts? Or completely understand? In the end will her horrific dream come to life? Or will Alice succeed in avoiding that sticky fate?
(READ FIRST BOOK TO UNDERSTAND SEQUEL!)
It's Yellow Rated, for language, and I MIGHT add some dirty scenes...I'm not sure how ya'll would like that though.

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4. Chapter 3

A/N: If you're younger please skip this chapter! It will have a bit of dirty content.. Not to descriptive though.

 

"Ohhhh Allllll!" I heard Harry outside of the door. "Hmm I wonder where she could have went?!" He tried acting dumb.

I heard his foot steps coming closer to my hiding place in his closet.

"Is she under this rug?" He asked. What an idiot.

"Nope. Hmmm. Maybe in my light."  Come on Harry, stop playing dumb.

"Oh! I know!" His foot steps came to a halt outside the closet door.

"Maybe she's....IN HERE!" He shouted flinging open the door.

"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed trying to run away. He grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Silly goose. You aren't getting away that easily. You made a mess you need to clean up!"
"Hey you made the mess too big boy!" I pointed out.

"Oh, I know. I'm planning on cleaning up my mess later." He winked. What the heck is the boy smoking?! He makes no sense right now...

"Come on Harry. Lets just go clean it up. You're making no sense." I said walking towards the door. His strong grip got a hold of me and pulled me back.

"Where are you going? The mess isn't out there..." He said slowly, his hot breath on my ear.

"What are you talking about? The kitchen is out there..."
"No babe, I don't mean that mess." He whispered, still not letting me go. I looked at him confused.

"I'm talking about this mess..." He stated pointing at his stomach/chest where I had dumped the batter earlier.

"Harry..." I started.

"Come on Al, you made a mess. Didn't your mother ever teach you to clean up the messes you made?" He grinned, but yet remained serious looking.

"Clean up your mess, then I'll clean up mine." He whispered in my ear. Lets just say my down there is beginning to feel very excited right now. As is his I recon.

"Be a good girl Al." Was the last thing I heard before he hoisted us to his bed and I began "Cleaning" up my mess.

Gliding my tongue around his chest he ran his hands through my hair. Making my way down towards his abs he moaned in delight. Taking my time, I made sure my tongue cleaned up my "mess" completely, then disappointedly pulled away.

Almost immediately, I was pulled down onto Harry, then tossed onto my back as he kissed me. In the middle of the pretty heated make out session, he pulled away and breathlessly exclaimed that he needed to clean up his mess now. Yearning for his touch, I nodded eagerly.

Ripping off my shirt, his tongue began to explore my stomach, sending goose bumps down my body. Soon enough, he was tugging at my bra strap, so he could finish his "chore." Quickly he ripped it off me and tossed it aside, beginning his job once again. Making sure EVERY area on my chest was clean, I let out a moan as he explored my breasts. Pulling his head up, since his job was finished, I yearned for more. I wanted Harry. He had me so turned on right now it wasn't even funny. I am a virgin, but I'm willing to give myself to Harry.

Obviously, he wanted more too. Since right after his head popped up, it dashed straight back down towards my face. Leaving sloppy kisses all over my jawline, he began teasing me, knowing I wanted him right now even more than he wanted me. Becoming impatient, I took control, flipping him over. Soon finding his sweet spot, I sucked it and left kisses all over his body. Tracing the outline of his swim trunks, his hand soon forced my to remove the only remaining fabric on his body. Looking at him with worry, he nodded, signaling me to go on.

Pleasing him immensely, he soon felt I needed pleasing. Straddling my body too be under his now, he found my sweet spot and sucked and kissed it, leaving his mark. Soon enough his trail of kisses made his way towards my bottoms.

"Are you sure?" He looked up at me.

"Surer then ill ever be." I replied. He smiled then went to work, ripping my remaining fabric off.

Pleasing me with his fingers and soft touch, we soon agreed we both wanted the same thing.

Soon enough, I heard the wrapper being tore.

Not a worry in the world, I gave myself to my long childhood friend, and first love.

 

 

 

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