"What do you mean, he's gone?"
They'd told her to take her time, that Harry was staying put for now and that there was no way they could lose him. So when she arrived in London to find that no one had a clue where he was…
"He… seems to have flipped one of our agents." Hill looked pale and worn, it must have been a long day for her, but Natasha had no sympathy. She glanced at Coulson… wait, one of his agents? No wonder he hadn't looked up from his hands the entire conversation.
"I just… don't understand why Skye turned on us." He said, finally.
"Harry can be persuasive." Natasha told him. And I may have been giving him some tips on espionage and persuasion. She added silently. "What do we know about what happened?"
Hill began to explain how Harry had spotted a 'Dementor' in the corner of distress call, and had dragged Hill across the ocean in order to save Coulson's team.
"Why wasn't I told?" Natasha hissed. Why wasn't she there? It was her mission to keep an eye on Harry. Her exclusion from this rankled her not just personally, but professionally as well.
"Take that up with Potter." Hill said shortly, before explaining his rationale- the effects that Dementors had on people. Well, she was already committed to dragging him back home kicking and screaming, she supposed this warranted giving him a few more bruises.
"I have to say, it seems like he was right." Coulson admitted "We were all incapacitated when he arrived. We couldn't even see the thing, let alone defend ourselves."
"That doesn't explain why he left Shield." Natasha pressed, before stopping in her tracks, the gears turning in her mind. "Oh."
Abominations of nature don't just turn up in top secret Shield bases. They'd been experimenting, likely with something from Harry's world, something they probably shouldn't have been toying with. The drawn look on Hill's face said it all.
"It looks like a rogue Shield team was doing human experiments on a powerful artifact." Coulson confirmed. The information twisted Natasha's gut, as did anything that made her wonder if Shield and the Red Room were really that different.
"I didn't know about this, as far as I know Fury didn't know either." Hill said, her voice tired. She sounded like a defeated woman.
"Bet that line worked really well on Harry." Natasha said derisively, turning away.
"Where are you going Agent Romanoff?"
"Where do you think? After him." She shot Hill a scathing look "Don't bother having anyone follow me, it won't work."
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Harry had done a good job of hiding it, but he'd been flying by the seat of his pants the entire day. Somehow, though, he seemed to excel when all plans were thrown out the window and he had to improvise. His instincts generally served him well.
He'd immediately suspected that Skye had been sent by Coulson and Hill to keep tabs on him. He almost felt bad for her. Yes, she'd made her choice, but she was under more than a little soft pressure, and probably felt like saying 'no' would be letting her team down.
They rode across the channel, all the way to a small town in western Germany. There they'd slipped off to sabotage another ATM for Euros, stock up on some more supplies, and find lodgings. All easier said than done when neither of them spoke any German whatsoever, but many Germans were bilingual and they were able to get by. Conversation had come and gone, neither wanting to reveal anything 'odd' out in public. Once they were back in the privacy of their hotel room, however, those barriers came back down.
Telling 'his story' was always a difficult task for him. It wasn't a matter of trust in his mind, and it was more than having a hard time dredging up old memories. Harry felt that some things, like the prophecy, the horcruxes, the Deathly Hallows… they were better left unsaid. They were just too weighty, too important to put out there without thought. So he'd given Skye a mostly accurate picture of his life, though she teased him a few times when she felt that he was downplaying his importance in the events. During his description of his showdown with Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, she didn't buy for a second that Fawkes deserved nearly as much credit as he did.
He ended up twisting the narrative of the final year of the war, removing any references to Horcruxes and Deathly Hallows made it very difficult to describe what either he or Voldemort had been up to that year. He also decided to ditch the whole 'walking to his death' thing, knowing it would just prompt more questions than it answered… and he didn't want the pity.
"But if you died in the battle, that means…" She trailed off, realizing just how sensitive a topic this was. "Sorry, that was a dick question." She winced.
Harry flinched at the question, but still answered it "I don't know." It was a fair question, one that he'd asked himself more times than he could count, often while turning over in bed, unable to fall asleep "It's not anything I haven't asked myself." He said "I did the best I could with what I knew, there's no point to speculating. It… doesn't do to dwell on dreams, and to forget to live."
Skye scrunched her nose in thought "Is that… a quote?" After a moment studying him, she smirked "It is. You were quoting someone's sage advice to you, weren't you?"
"Right, right, you caught me." He held his hands up, happy to go along with the shift in mood. It had been something of a game between them. She'd tease him every time she caught him making a reference to something from his world. "Have mercy. I'll do whatever you want." He joked, deadpan.
"Whatever I want, eh?" Skye smirked, leaning in. The hotel room they'd secured was small, and it only had one bed. The implications of that decision clearly weren't lost on her "I have a few ideas."
Harry sat back onto the bed, causing it to creak loudly. "Oh?" He said with faux innocence "I'm all ears." He knew she was interested, and she knew he was as well. The way her body always seemed to end up pressed against his, whether walking together in public ('posing as a couple' was just a convenient excuse), or just talking in the dark back of a truck. In truth, he'd loved every moment of it. He was sure he felt the same charge between them, the spark of desire each time they touched, the raw sexual chemistry.
"You tease." She murmured, just moments before her lips met his. Unlike with their last kiss, Harry let himself fully relax. No longer paranoid about her intentions and finding her out, he could just enjoy the soft feel of her mouth against his. It was just a kiss at first, but when he responded to her, her hands went to his neck, fingers weaving through the hair on his nape. She followed this up by boldly straddling his lap, bringing their bodies into intimate contact.
He loved how unabashed she was. Perhaps that was a pattern with him- both Ginny and Nat hadn't been shy about what they wanted, either. Skye undulated her body against him, crotch against crotch, chest against chest, and she only broke their increasingly passionate kiss to moan when Harry gripped her arse, firmly grinding her crotch against his erection. Harry took advantage of her distraction, running kisses along her jawline, until he found a spot behind her ear that made her whimper deliciously. He continued to kiss and suck at the erogenous spot, loving how it made her whimper and shiver, and how her grinding became more pronounced.
She eventually seemed to reach a breaking point, and she pushed back against his chest. Her heaving, trembling breaths and heavily flushed face made him just want to dive back into her. She was gorgeous, even in secondhand clothes. She had a self-confidence, such a security in her sexuality that she could pull anything off. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid of doing what it took to get it.
"Oh fu-" Skye began to moan, but Harry cut her off with another kiss, this time not holding anything back. Despite just pulling back, Skye immediately melted back into him, letting out a soft, high pitched moan that he swallowed.
Skye's hands fumbled with his shirt, tugging at it distractedly until Harry obligingly broke the kiss and lifted his arms up. Skye practically pounced on his exposed body, attacking it with the ferocity of a starving animal. At every opportunity, her hands gripped and stroked, her mouth kissed and sucked, and she made every effort to rub as much of herself along his chest and torso as she could. "Holy fuck!" She moaned between kisses. "Fucking god!"
Harry used her distraction to topple them over into bed, Skye unresistingly falling beneath him, her hands splayed against his chest as she looked up at him with inviting, amorous eyes and parted lips. Her expression egged him on, whipped up the carnal, bestial part of him. It was like she was saying you can do whatever you want to me. "So fucking hot." She murmured, almost speaking to herself.
Harry growled, and began to pull at her own clothes. Skye didn't hesitate to assist him, wriggling as she pulled off her blouse, and even began to adjust her bra strap so that he could remove it. Harry, however, had no need to fumble with the clasp for her bra. A silent Alohamora, undid the clasp in an instant. It took a moment for Skye to process the development, but when the pieces came together for her- Harry's cocky expression and the sudden loosening of her bra strap- she shivered.
Harry gazed down at the newly revealed skin in carnal victory. She really was spectacular- her flat stomach accentuating the curve of her breasts, which peaked in prominent nipples that begged to be sucked- and he reveled in the knowledge that she was all his. He could enjoy her body as much as he'd liked for however long this expedition lasted.
He felt her shudder underneath him as their eyes met, an unspoken understanding travelling between him. He was going to ravish her.
It was his turn to descend upon her, his mouth explored her neck, collarbone, and then lower, inexorably toward her breasts. He greedily swept his tongue across her yielding flesh, before claiming her areolas, while he lifted a hand to fondle her other breast. Skye whimpered loudly as he enveloped the hardened peaks of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Her back arched, pushing her chest into his mouth, her arms and then legs wrapped around him. Her fingers dug into his back and thighs clenched against his waist, which had her pinned to the bed.
It seemed her entire body was thrumming, at the mercy of what his mouth did to her nipple. Every caress of his tongue against her pebbled nub and every ounce of suction by his lips provoked some new gasp or moan, and when he ventured to put just a hint of pressure against her nipple with his teeth…
Skye yelped. The noise was so loud that for a moment Harry though he had hurt her, but the way her fingers dug painfully into his back, and her legs suddenly squeezed around him convinced him otherwise. He pressed on, increasing the pressure fractionally while lightly pinching her other nipple, and was rewarded by another, far longer cry. Her body tensed, her hips grinding sharply up against him, and as her moans continued Harry was struck by a dawning realization- is she… cumming?
The bedside table shook, causing the lamp perched atop it to wobble precariously, but Harry's attention was elsewhere. As Skye's cries died down, Harry gave her nipple a gentle suck and two soft kisses before releasing it. He took his time admiring how Skye trembled, her sighs, and her expression of bliss. So sexy, so beautiful… something in his chest purred in masculine pride at having reduced her to this without even getting her knickers off.
"A little hair trigger, are we?" He teased, his voice low in her ear.
"Shut up." She said weakly, and then offered as a somewhat lame explanation "It's been a while."
"Sure." He said indulgently, trailing a finger across her collarbone and savoring how she shivered. His hand slipped down, and her breast gave and melded into hand as he cupped it, his thumb grazing over her nipple as he said "Or maybe you're just that desperate for me."
Harry wasn't sure where this was coming from. He had never imagined acting so aggressively with Ginny or Nat, but something about how Skye reacted to him had him feeling so reckless, she made him want to push and take everything she had to offer. And her reactions at every step spurred him on. Skye squeaked at his words and whimpered as his finger toyed with her nipple. "Isn't that right?" He pressed, emboldened.
Her mouth quavered open. "Yes." She managed, nodding.
He actually did growl then, a low rumbling noise straight from his chest, before he crashed his mouth to hers again, claiming her with a deep kiss that he ended as quickly as he had started it. Visions danced in his mind, of what he might have her do with him, but one thing appealed to him far more than any of the others.
He wanted to make her cum. He wanted to undo her again and again, to leave her a sweaty, quivering wreck. He wanted to prove to her that she was his and leave her desperate for more, leave her desperate for him.
He'd denied himself for so long. He'd pulled away from Ginny, even though she'd all but begged him to take her with him. He let himself believe that he and Nat could build something worthwhile but had to accept that she had her own issues to work through. He was done being passive. He was done being a pawn- first for Dumbledore and then for Shield. He was done putting his happiness on hold, he was going to take what he wanted. Skye was here, ready, willing, eager for him, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to take her.
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It had been a long day of preparation, patience, and travel. Really, the past 24 hours had been a roller coaster. She'd nearly died- worse, had her soul eaten. She'd woken last night from a nightmare- the same indistinct vision she'd gotten from that Dementor, the one that may have been her parents. Then she'd been whisked away by the man who had saved her. Her decision to go with him had been almost an impulse, but once made, she hadn't second guessed it.
Something about this felt right. Harry was a good person, even having just met him... she trusted him. Despite everything that had happened, and the momentous decision she'd made, Skye's mind had never strayed far from what had...what had almost happened between them- that morning. Perhaps it was just easier to focus on that, rather than the far more weighty and traumatizing events of the past 24 hours. They may have been on the run from Shield, on the hunt for an alien artifact hidden in some top-secret base, but so far it felt almost like they were eloping. She knew she was being clingy, but she couldn't help the magnetic, electric attraction to him she felt. Just walking with him down the street, she found herself gravitating to him, seeking out physical contact- looping an arm through his, taking his hand, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her waist…
It was only natural that as soon as they had a moment of comfortable privacy, that she wouldn't have been able to resist- it wasn't like he'd been shy about what he'd wanted either. It had been his idea to pose as a couple, and he had been the one to rent a room with a single bed. She shouldn't have been surprised at how quickly things had escalated once they were alone.
Knowing how she'd responded to him earlier, Skye also shouldn't have been surprised at just how quickly he'd be able to sweep her away. That didn't stop her from being completely unprepared. She'd been reeling when Harry had begun kissing that sensitive spot behind her ear that never failed to make her weak in the knees, but it had never had such an impact on her as it did now. She'd forced herself to push away, almost afraid of how quickly the sensations were spirally out of control, grasping for any way to regain some measure of sanity. Even with the separation, her body cried out for more- shivers and tingles running across her skin, and in her core, a deep-seated need had taken hold. If he had asked her, she wouldn't have hesitated to pull down her jeans and panties and spread her legs for him without any foreplay.
It had been a futile effort, neither of them could stay apart for long. Any pretense she had of slowing things down melted away when his shirt came off. Just as it had been that morning, his body had a devastating effect on her. He was fucking perfect, especially propped up above her, his frame imposingly large as it enveloped her, the muscles of his arms tensed as he held himself up. The firm strength of his chest and abdomen, which was so enticing under her hands, felt intimidating in the best way possible when pressed against her slimmer form. She wanted him to use his strength, to use those muscles to pin her down and have his way with her. It was just a thrill, knowing what a strong guy could do to her, and it was one of the main reasons she found that she preferred sex with men.
Harry, however, introduced her to an entirely new way of displaying his strength. When he magically unlatched her bra, the revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning and tingled down her body electrically. He was powerful, she'd seen it on radiant display as he'd dispelled the dementor. She could just imagine the raw kinetic potency coiled up in his body, and the knowledge didn't just turn her on, it made her want to submit.
Her bra peeled away and Harry's desirous, craving expression as he admired her body thrilled her. She wanted to be sexy for him, to show off, to revel in his lust for her. She could practically feel his eyes burn into her breasts, and his stare provoked a pleasant tingle that she felt in her hardened nipples. She couldn't help but stared doe-eyed up at him, or the way she shifted against the bed, subtly arching her chest towards him.
When his eyes were followed up by his hands and mouth, though, Skye realized she was in trouble. Playing with her nipples was always a surefire way of getting her motor running, but like everything with him, she was completely attuned to his touch. That first contact with his mouth hit her like a jolt, compelling her hips to grind upward spasmodically against the bulge that she knew was his cock. That knowledge fed the primal part of her brain that he had awakened that morning and stirred periodically throughout the day- it didn't care about her team or the fate of the world or where they would go tomorrow, all it cared about was that there was a dominant, powerful male on top of her, and it demanded that she get stuck in.
God, his cock was right there, just a few pieces of fabric was all that was keeping him from taking her. Her femininity throbbed, that deep emptiness blooming. She needed his throbbing masculinity inside her, filling her, taking her. She'd do anything, she'd forsaken her friends, betrayed her country for this dick. Rationally, she knew there was more to her decision than that, but fuck, her utter, overwhelming attraction to him had been part of it too.
At that moment, as she was spiraling, Harry began to nibble at her and it was all over. The sharp, intense pleasure tipped her over the edge, and she was consumed by bliss. It was only as the spasms subsided that a sense of embarrassment crept over her. She'd never cum so quickly, off so little stimulation. And her peak hadn't even quenched the need in her core, which still throbbed just as intensely as before, driving her to distraction. She tried to explain herself, to preserve some of her dignity, but Harry cut through it all with a single sentence. "Or maybe you're just that desperate for me."
The timbre of his voice affected her far more than the spoken word had any right to. He'd triggered a visceral cascade of pleasure along the column of her body that culminated in a deep, needy throb of her cunt and a tingling, quivering neediness in her clit. It didn't take him long to reduce her to begging. "God, yes. I'm desperate. I'm such a slut for you. Please, please, please."
He removed her old, ill-fitting jeans, revealing to his eyes that she had soaked through her panties. "Such an eager slut for me, aren't you?" He purred, his voice once again causing something to quiver in her clit.
"Yes." She gasped "I'm so wet for you. Need you-" She barely knew what she babbling, the words tumbling out her mouth in a torrent as he pulled down her panties. All she knew was that she was forced to stop by his expression as he stared at her slit. The sheer hunger he displayed as his tongue wetted his lips brought any words she might summon to a screeching halt in favor of a long whimper.
"You look delicious." He told her, his voice rough with desire. As intense as the need in her core to be filled was, there was no way in hell she was going to turn down being eaten out. She could count on one finger the number of guys she'd been with who'd gone down on her on their own accord.
The enticing vision of his black mop of hair between her thighs was the last thing she saw before pleasure forced her eyes shut. His mouth quickly worked its way up to clit, her sensitive, needy little clit, and started licking and sucking. Her entire world contracted, imploding down to where his mouth latched onto that exquisitely sensitive bundle of nerves. He had her enslaved to his mouth, her entire being at the whim of even the tiniest motions of his lips and tongue. There was nothing she could do, nothing at all except orgasm.
Her climax struck her so quickly that it hadn't actually had time to build up into something more pleasurable, but it was quickly followed by another peak, and another. Each one small and unsatisfying despite just how much pleasure he was giving her, but all of them coming with a rapidity that she'd never achieved, even with the most powerful vibrator. At one point she dimly heard something clatter to the floor, but the sound was quickly swallowed by another orgasm.
When Harry pulled back, his lips and jaw slick and shiny from her arousal, Skye could only gasp and shudder helplessly, pleasure ringing through her body. "Was that good?" Harry asked, perhaps unnecessarily. Skye could tell the question was serious, not just him bragging, and even now she felt touched that he'd checked on her.
Summoning her fortitude, she managed a nod. "Yessss." She moaned "So good, but…" Despite the pleasure he'd given her, the ache to feel him inside of her had only grown, the unbearable emptiness was almost painfully acute now.
"But?" He asked, his hand stroking her curls tenderly, prompting her to twitch her hips upward into him.
"I need you inside of me!" She begged, beyond shame.
His fingers trailed down to her slit, probing inward. "What do you need?"
"Your cock! I need your cock! Please!" She hurried to specify.
"Fuck. You're so fucking hot." He moaned, dark eyes sweeping across her body in hunger. His hands began to work on his pants, shucking them down, leaving only his boxers which did little to hide his bulge "You're so sexy when you beg like that."
That was all the encouragement she needed. "Please give me your cock, Harry." She moaned "My pussy's so empty! It needs- fuuuuuuck…" She was derailed when he tugged down his boxers and she was confronted with the full ensemble of his body. The well-knit muscles of his upper body tapered down in his abdomen, culminating in his cock. The thick rod arched into the air defiantly, twitching impatiently, demanding her attention. The shape and size of it she found attractive, but more than that she knew exactly what it could do to her. She knew just how much power that organ held over her and it shook her to her core. Her pussy throbbed like it had never before, with an almost orgasmic need, and she knew that if it'd had that firm shaft to clench around, she would be in ecstasy right now. As it was, her inner walls closed around nothing, and cried out in denial. A new surge wetness poured from her lips as her pussy wept for him.
She was gibbering, repeating mindless obscenities as he positioned himself at her entrance. It was unbearable, she tried to thrust herself onto him, put a firm hand on her hip stopped the attempt, forcing her to endure what felt like an eternity, even if in reality it was only a few seconds as he properly braced himself to thrust into her.
Tears stung her eyes, she needed him inside of her. She needed his raw, uncut cock, needed it like she'd never needed anything in her life. When he finally entered her, it was indescribable. Her eyes rolled as his cockhead parted her lips, and he slid in to almost the hilt in moments. He hadn't been prepared for how little resistance her pussy would offer him, just how hard her body had worked to make her pussy as inviting an environment as possible for him. He moaned unabashedly as he took her with blinding speed, and again when, with a follow up thrust, he easily sheathed himself completely in her.
Skye couldn't even moan, her mouth gaping open silently like a beached fish. While she had always loved penetration, she had never gotten an orgasm from it before. But this might just be better. It was almost a religious experience- a euphoric fullness, an utter, erotic, completeness. Her core clenched and at every inch closed around Harry's glorious, virile masculinity. She'd never be able to go back, she thought feverishly, she'd never be able to let go of this perfection. Every moment she lived without his cock inside her she would feel that loss, that deep knowledge of what she was missing.
"Fuck!" Harry moaned "You feel so good, Skye. You feel so fucking good." He mustered himself and pulled out. No, no, no! Part of her cried out. Even though she knew he would soon be thrusting back into her, she felt the loss acutely and wanted nothing more than to beg him to stay. Instead, she just whimpered.
Sure enough, he did begin to thrust, again encountering no resistance and easily sheathing himself to the hilt in her. He was quickly able to build up a powerful pace, the easy, smooth penetration allowing him to truly fuck her. Skye had been fucked harder, but not in a way that had actually felt good. He lost himself in her, sweat beading on his chest, muscles going rigid as he worked himself into her with vigor. And as much as she loved the display of masculine strength and enjoyed the feel of him thrusting in her, part of her ached to have him inside her to let her clench and grind against him.
"God! I'm close!" He grunted, an expression of pure want on his face.
Skye was seized by the moment, knowing this was her opportunity. "Cum in me!" She moaned "Fucking cum!"
With a mighty thrust he lodged himself deep in her, letting out a euphoric moan as he found release. Skye clamped her thighs around him, latching on like a trap. His cock throbbed deliciously in her and she felt the telltale warmth of his orgasm. He was coming in her, filling her with his seed. Her eyes rolled back, her hips grinding frantically, core clenching, milking him. She was shaking apart, she had never cum like this before. She was exploding, the world was ripping apart around her, but none of that mattered as long as she had Harry inside of her, as long as she could blissfully sate herself on his cock.
Her climax felt endless, and when it released her she felt like a pool of jelly, but so utterly satisfied. Best sex of her life. She could die happy now.
"Holy shit!" Harry cursed, breathless.
"You can say that again." Skye giggled, more than a little delirious.
"No. Look." Skye blearily looked around… the room looked like a disaster scene. Everything aside from the bed had been smashed apart, even the window had been shattered. What the hell?
"What did you do?" Skye asked, wondering if the sex had been so good for him that he'd lost control. Was that even a thing? It'd be flattering, but more than a little inconvenient.
"That wasn't me." Harry shook his head, looking down at her with awe. Except this wasn't a sexual 'Oh my god she's so hot' kind of awe. No, this was far more uncomfortable for her. She looked back up at him, blinking in confusion, not processing what he was saying.
"Skye… this was you."