Songs for this chapter: 
Ships in the Night - Mat Kearney 
Muse- OCAD

His lips kiss her jawline softly as they come down from their high. She bites down on her lower lip holding in the inner sounds that fight to escape. Her body was sore. She studied his upper torso while admiring the after glow that glistened over his tattooed skin.

Her fingers reach up and outline the sparrows that adorn his chest. She has memorized every crevice, dip, and ink that have found a place on his body. The ink encapsulates who he is. Each tattoo that inks his body is a representation of all that he has seen, thought, and knows. She is in love with the way that he expresses himself and finds herself studying each tattoo with deep concentration. 

 Meanwhile, his own fingers entangle with her hair. He watches her intently. Her eyes are lost in the beauty of who he is. He is captivated by her own. He loves the way that her body molds against his own. He studies the way her back dips as she wraps her legs around his waist. His free hand holds onto her hip and draws circles against the skin.

His eyes fixate on the scar just below her left breast. He had never noticed it before. His fingers move from her hip and make it's way to her chest. Ava catches his move but doesn't say anything; she only watches.

Harry gently runs his thumb over her breast. She holds her breath, unwilling to show the effect he has on her. However, she can feel the small goosebumps form on each part that he makes in contact with. He moves his thumb down just below her nipple and right above the scar.

They stay quiet. Neither one opening their mouth to speak as he traces his thumb lightly across the scar. They stay like this for minutes; Harry tracing while Ava watches. Her mind begins to wander back to the moment the scar made a place on her body. She mentally shakes the thoughts away. 

"When did this happen?" He doesn't make eye contact with her. His eyes focus on the scar and only the scar. 

She takes a deep breath. "The night when Scott took advantage of me." 

"What did he do?" His voice was soft matching his touch. 

"He was drunk." Ava kept the trembling at bay. The memories of that night were put aside. She didn't like to relive the night she was taken advantage of. But this was Harry - her safe harbor. "I fought so hard to get him off of me but- He broke the bottle that he had in his hand and began to trace my body with it. God, I remember trembling inside. I was so scared." A small tear escapes. Harry looks up from the scar and wipes the tear away. His eyes are soft. He leans in and leaves a careful kiss on the side of her mouth, encouraging her to continue. 

"He kept saying how much he loved me and how beautiful I was. He told me that by not having sex with him I was admitting that I was lying. He didn't like liars. I broke down and that only made him angrier. That was when he cut me with the bottle."

"Bastard." 

Ava lets out a small chuckle while wiping another tear away. "He then was relentless with me. I was bleeding but he didn't even care. He treated me like I was trash."

"Idiot. He is a bastard and an idiot." 

"He never truly loved me." She tries to smile up at Harry but was unsuccessful. He wraps his arms around her and brings him against his chest. His body is warm and lights up something inside of her. 

"I love you. I would never hurt you." He speaks into her hair. She only nods in response. He squeezes her closer. The stay cuddled together; his legs intertwined with hers, their bodies molding perfectly. 

Time slips by. They never leave her bed. He strokes her hair as she sleeps soundly beside him. The thought of someone touching her sickened him. It brought a vile taste to his mouth. A woman should never be taken advantage of. Never. Love is not an excuse to hurt. To love means to keep one safe. Once you cross that line, you are no longer in love. The trust is broken and the pieces of the heart are remained shattered. 

His thoughts are brought back to Delaine. She broke him. They had been sailing in a boat of love. The trust guiding the sails carelessly causing them to crash into the sea. It burned amongst the waves. He was left crashed up to shore- tore a part and left to be washed up. Ava found him saved him. She glued the broken pieces back together. She reminded him what it meant to sail smoothly. The sea may be rough but it is true love that can guide you to safety. 

Ava stirs in her sleep. The day had passed by. Time was a distant memory when they were together. The only thing that mattered was the other person. Nothing else did. Harry's eyes drift over to her porcelain skin. Her hazel eyes meet his geen ones. 

"Hi." Her voice is groggy but sweet like nectar. 

"Hey." He smiles at her. They remain captivated in that moment. Neither one moving. The sounds of their breathing and their heart beats fill the room. 

"Sleep well?" 

"Yeah. Thank you." She smiles shyly. 

"Hungry?" She nods in response. "Let's go." He grabs her hand into his own. It is warm and clammy compared to his cold one. She rolls over the edge, her feet touching the cold ground. He is only in his boxers. He leans down and picks up his shirt. She lifts up her arms and he places it over her head. She whispers a small "thank you" as he picks her up in his arms. He wraps his arms around her into a sweet embrace. They stand there for a moment before they walk into her kitchen. 

The only remnants in her bare kitchen is a frozen box of pizza and a bag of peas. Simple and classic freezer essentials.

"This is embarrassing. I literally have nothing to eat." 

Ava takes out the box of pizza and places it into the oven. She turns around and shakes her head at herself. "I really need to go grocery shopping." She runs a  hand through her tangled hair and sits on the cold kitchen counter. “Remind me to go to the store sometime this week. I don’t think I can live on a diet of frozen peas, canned tuna and orange juice.” Harry walks over with a smirk plastered on his face. 

"I don't mind eating you." He winks. Her mouth falls and slaps his arm. 

"Harry! That’s disgusting and so inappropriate!" He only laughs harder. 

"I'm just saying. You just taste so.. and last night was..." He smiles even wider. 

"If you keep this up there will be no more of... that." She tries her best to put on her most threatening face and sticks her finger up waving it around. It only causes a smirk and a chuckle from Harry. 

"Babe, you can't resist me." 

"Shut up." She knew he was right and she hated that. She was hooked. His accent, raspy voice, dark curls and beautiful heart; she was in deep and there was no backing out now. 

He spreads her legs open holding them with his knees. He thanks the gods above for her lack of pants. Ava jumps down from the counter, pushing him back with her foot. "You know," she whispers into his ear, "I always wonder what it would be like if you bent me over my counter and took me here." She bits down on his ear and turns around.

His eyes widen. His mouth slacked open. He shakes his head in disbelief. She smirks at him. "Who are you and where did my girlfriend go?" He jokes. "Where the hell did this dirty mouth come from?" 

"I guess I've been around you too long." She winks at him and walks over to the other side of her kitchen. "If you don't like want to, I can just go put on some sweats or something." She turns around and starts to walk over to the bedroom. Flashbacks from weeks before go through Harry's mind and he chases after her. 

"I don't think so," he growls.

She turns around and looks him up and down. Her lips are close to his mouth and bits down on her lip. "I didn't think so." 

She walks over to the kitchen and bends over to check on the pizza. Harry's eyes travel her every move. He can't believe how lucky he was to have this woman. She was shy and innocent one moment, but a complete sex goddess the next. 

As her body bends over, her shirt rises a bit revealing her thin lace panties. She looks up from her thick eyelashes. Her lip bites down on lip slightly while slowly moving back up - careful to arch her behind up. 

"Fuck." He breaths out. 

"Are you going to come over here or not?" Her wink is all that he needs to make a dash over to where she stands. He pins her to the counter making it nearly impossible for an escape. Their noses brush against each other. Her breath is heavy, matching his own heavy breaths. 

His arms are on either side of her petite frame. He lifts her up onto the counter and spreads her legs apart once more. "Now don't move." His voice is rough. It sends a chill down her spine in the most pleasant way. She tries to tighten her legs together but is stopped by his own body. His breath is warm on her neck. He leaves rough kisses down. The sleeve of her shirt slides down leaving her collarbone showing. 

Harry takes this as his opportunity to leave rough kisses along her collarbone. He begins to suck relentlessly. She muffles a moan with her small hand. Her hair is tousled from a day of laying in bed. It falls over her eyes masking her from his deep lustful stare. He lifts her arms up and discards her shirt leaving her in only her panties.

“These need to go.” His fingers are rough against her soft skin. He begins to peel the undergarment off lifter her body as he moves. She is left bare in front of him.  “Fuck Ava. You are beautiful.” He kisses her roughly. Their love is fervent and passionate. Her legs escape from his hold and wraps around his body. 

Their movements are fast and rough. Neither one taking their time. It is full of passion and lust. Their love still remaining at the center of it all. Her fingernails dig into his skin as his own move in and out of her. 

"Harry," she screams as she reaches her high. 

"Baby," he speaks into her mouth. 

His lips meet hers with a strong, passionate kiss. Moments go by in a blur. The only thing that occupies their mind is the way their lips move together. Ava uses her toes to push down the only remaining barrier that is left in between them. A loud buzzing noise suddenly goes off interrupting their moment. It is the buzzer signaling that their pizza is in fact done. Her body is sweaty against his body. "Pizza is done." She breathes out. 

"Are you still hungry?" He smirks. 

"Damn straight. You sir work up quite the appetite.”  

He picks her up from the counter and grabs her shirt and panties. "You may want these."  His smirk deepens as she quickly covers her body up. 

"I'm just going to, uhm, change." Her cheeks burning. 

"Where are your cleaning supplies?"

"Why?"

"You may want to clean this counter unless you want to taste your com-" 

"Underneath the sink!" Her cheeks burn again. Her inner sex-goddess replaced with the insecure teenage girl within her. 

Harry laughs at her once more before she turns around and walks back to her bedroom. She quickly shuts the door and runs her hands through her hair. A smile sketches on her face and a giggle escapes her lips. Oh god. She thinks as she looks at her reflection. Red marks are scattered across her chest. His mark all over her. 

She runs into her bathroom and hops into the shower quickly. She touches the marks on her neck and chest and shutter slightly at pain. She washes away the smell of sex that lingers on her body. It is replaced with vanilla and lavender- his favourite scent. The room around her is foggy. She reaches for her towel but is met with a body. 

“What the hell!” She yells and catches herself from slipping. 

A loud laugh comes from the other side of her shower. She peeks out and sees Harry leaning against the wall head back and laughing. She looks at his hands and finds her towel. “Harry! Towel please.” He continues to laugh. “Damn it.” She walks out of the shower and walks over to him. She grabs the towel but it is held captive from his firm grasp. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so.” His laughs settle as he looks up at her. He holds the towel up making it almost impossible for Ava to reach. 

“Seriously? Are we three? Give me my towel please.” 

“Nope.” 

She rolls her eyes at his childish behaviour. Harry’s eyes rack down her bare body and smirks wider. “Baby, those look good on you.” 

Ava looks down at her chest and see’s what it is that he is referring to. Sure enough, a group of hickeys are scattered across her chest and neck. “Damn it! Harry! I’m going to have to buy more concealer. This is ridiculous.” She runs her fingers over the marks. Her mind drifts back to their previous activities that have caused the prominent markings. 

He wraps the towel around her body. His breath is hot against her cold body. A chill goes across her skin as he begins to dry her. He is gentle with his movements paying close attention to each dip and crevice of her body. “I love how you respond to me.” He speaks into her wet skin. The goosebumps only last longer, but is now joined with a deep blush on her cheeks.  He leaves wet kisses across her back and down her spine. Her knees buckle slightly as she can feel her inner core burn. She turns away quickly before she takes him here and now. 

“I need to get changed.” She manages to say. 

Harry’s fingers graze over a hickey that lies just below her collarbone. “You are mine.”  There was no denying that she was his. It was clearly shown for the world to see that she was his and his only. 

Harry would not claim to be a jealous type. However, he cringed at the thought of any other man looking at Ava. He wanted the world to know that she was his and his only. She was his and he was hers. There was no other woman that could change his mind. He only wanted the rest of the world to know that she was a part of him and his life. If leaving a few hickeys on her skin showed that, he was willing to leave them frequently. 

She rolls her eyes and walks out of the bathroom. Her closet is still a mess from last nights sorting. After their phone call, Harry was over in less than twenty minutes. That had left her with no time to clean up her mess. Granted, she did not mind. She walks over to the pile deemed to be the “keep” pile and grabs a jumper and a pair of jeans. 

“I like these on you,” Harry remarks while slipping his fingers into the band of her black jeans. “They make your ass look fantastic.” He smirks up at her. Ava only rolls her eyes at his cheeky comment. 

“Let’s eat?” 

“Right now? But you just changed.”

Ava slaps his arm once again. “Pizza, Harry. God, get your mind out of the gutter!” She exclaims while walking to her pizza scented kitchen. 

“Oh right, pizza. I knew that.” He winks while picking up a slice. 

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A/N: Harry is so cheeky- I love it!
Another update because I just love their relationship. And you guys of course!

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