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You wake up to the dull ache of a headache. Something tells you to wait with opening your eyes and you follow that thought, the thought alone being enough to make your head throb. The inside of your mouth feels disgusting and you really want to brush your teeth. The thought of minty toothpaste makes you realize the taste of sour alcohol and how your stomach is turning unpleasantly. You take a deep breath through your nose and let it exhale through your mouth, and you find yourself snoring. With closed eyes still, you draw down your eyebrow in confusion. You take another deep breath and you snore again. Yet your nose feels fine and not at all stuffed. This time you hold your breath, just to rule out if it really is you. Another soft snore.
You shoot your eyes open and regret it instantly. You rapidly blinks to adjust to the very early sunlight that pours through the split in the curtains. When your eyes are somewhat adjusted, you take a look at the form beside you and your stomach makes a dangerous flip that makes you place a hand on it and take another steadying breath.
Harvey is the one who makes those soft snores. He’s on his back, head turned towards you on the pillow and your heart flutters at the sight of his mustache, the side of it presses into the pillow and makes it completely fluffy and out of order. His curly hair is everywhere around his head, the sunlight giving it a tiny hint of red. The comforter is only covering over his hips, so his broad chest is on display. He got nail scratches from his shoulders and into the fine hair covering his skin and you feel yourself blush. You can’t remember much from the night before except you utter surprise at what a wild animal the otherwise composed gentleman was in bed.
You take a look down yourself and see a tiny mark forming on the inside of your wrist. When you move the covers and watch your naked form, you smile at the love bites Harvey has left from your hip bone and down. A pleasant soreness is noticeable from between your legs and you blush when you remember that Harvey’s experience was not the only impressive thing about him. Though the man was tall and broad in general, maybe it was proportionally correct to be that too.
With a look around his apartment you find your clothes scattered around on the floor, a trail from the door and to the bed. You look at the clock and your hungover mind makes the decision that it would be best for you to leave before you either throw up or fall asleep. You get up from the bed but winch at the disgusting feeling between your legs. Against your better judgment you take a look and even with your mind like this, it takes you no time to deduce that you did not use protection and that you hadn’t washed up afterwards. The first one not being a problem, you are covered in other ways so the condom would only have been extra, and you trust him. The second thing was disgusting and probably not too healthy. Another reason to get home. A shower is much needed for you to feel human again.
You gather up your things and get dressed, but a spark of mischief hits you. When Harvey wakes up you don’t want him thinking that you were embarrassed or had regretted it, so you leave your baby blue panties right on the floor for him to find. You sneak out of the door and out of the clinic. It is still too early for the town to be out and about, but as a precaution you take a look around the town square before heading home.
The bell above the door chimes and Harvey looks up from the front desk. He pulls a face at the noice, his head still hurting intensely, despite the painkillers he had taken before coming down. It had not been his plan to drink so much last night, but the company had been good enough for him to forget that he had work to do. Good enough for him to overstep a line that he should have been mature enough not to.
And of course it is her that walks in, looking as amazing as she did last night. Her curls tied up in a bun, skin sun kissed and freckles over her nose and cheeks. It made him regret his drunken state yesterday even more, mostly because he barely remembers any of it. For so long he had dreamed of her and when he finally did get her he blew it by drinking like a teenager.
Harvey quickly stands up, awkward as ever, he does not know what to do with his hands. He occupies himself by smoothing his fingers down his mustache to make himself more presentable.
“Hi,” he squeaks and it makes him blush deeply. She chuckles lightheartedly and steps closer to the counter, leaning her elbows on it.
“Hi, Harvey.” She replies. She seems happy, much happier than what he would’ve thought her to be. “Are you ok?” Her smile falls instantly at his dumb expression.
“Y-yeah, I am, I’m just-“ he gives a defeated sigh. “I’m sorry.” He rubs at his neck and avoids her beautiful blue eyes. In his peripheral vision he can see her shake her head, her smile returns and a strand of hair falls into her face. She brushes it behind her ear, the curl fitting perfectly there.
“For what?” She questions sweetly. He glances down at his documents and laptop.
“I shouldn’t have done those things, you know, we were drunk. I should’ve stopped it, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He gestures helplessly to point out the situation.
“You make it sound like you took advantage of me, Harvey.” She grins. “I’m a grown woman. I don’t regret it.”
“You don’t?” He asks dumbfounded as he sits back down in his chair. His body is exhausted and so is his mind, and this only adds to his confusion.
“Of course not!” The look in her eyes turns playful and she leans further over on the counter, her cleavage exposed to him, the perfect height from where he’s sitting. The blush he’s sporting is reaching his ears. He adjusts his glasses and tries to look away, but he really wants another glance. “And I think I might have forgotten something in your apartment.”
“Yes.” His voice is no more than a hoarse whisper. He clears his throat, very vividly remembering finding her lingerie on the floor. “You-you can go up and-“ she leans one notch closer, “and take them.” He points weakly over his shoulder to his apartment, his voice getting even smaller. Embarrassment eating at him. If she went up there she might get the wrong impression. They were on his bed and he was about to explain it and how he had not done anything perverted or disgusting, he had simply picked them up when he had been cleaning.
“I have another idea.” She leans her head on her hand, such an innocent look in her pretty face. “What if we go out, get something to eat, and not as much to drink as last night,” she chuckles, “and if the mood is there we could try again and I could get my belongings back?”
“That sounds like a good idea.” He feels his courage return to him. “But I don’t know if I want you to take them back.” He gives her a shy smirk, making his mustache seem crooked. She opens her mouth in mock shock.
“Harvey,” she purrs with surprise and a hint of arousal as she returns his smile. “Maybe I could trade you? I might have other things to offer you that you might enjoy.” Harvey swallows hard at her proposal.
“That could be arranged. 7 sounds good?”
“See you at 7.” She winks at him before she turns and leaves the clinic. Harvey’s eyes fall on her perfectly shaped behind as she waltz out.
“Harv-!” She moans and throws her head back into the pillows as she cums around his cock, her cunt spasms around him rhythmically and he gives a pleasant sigh. Harvey kisses her neck and removes his hand from her clit and he thrusts into her heat. She’s tight and warm, a perfect fit around him. He lifts one of her legs up, adjusting the angle and it makes her whimper even better into the room. Her nails rake down his back and it stings, but in a way that makes him groan against her skin as he presses deeper. She opens her eyes and digs her nails into him, she whines in a way that makes Harvey stop abruptly.
“What- did I hurt you?” He is ripped out of his pleasure and concern for her takes over instantly instead.
“Fuck, yes, do it again!” She commands with a wild look in her lust filled eyes. With a bit of hesitation he moves again and she whimpers, a sound that goes straight to his cock. Her hands fly to his thighs and she urges him to move deeper and faster, deciding the rhythm and he complies.
“You like that? Like being filled?” He growls into her ear and she nods frantically. Their lips met in a heated kiss, tongues gliding together. He pulls away completely, and she grabs at him to come back, moaning sadly at the loss of him inside of her.
“Turn around.” Harvey commands with a nod to signal for her to roll onto her front. She moves quickly, not wasting a second, he takes the time to adjust his glasses. It would’ve been a lot easier to get rid of them but damn if he was gonna miss any of her beauty to his terrible eyesight. He sits back on his knees to admire the view of her curly hair, slim waist and perfect plum ass. She makes a show out of pushing it up into the air with a tiny wiggle and Harvey grabs two handfuls of her soft flesh where her thighs meet her ass. He kneads it and sucks in a breath from the sight of her wet folds so close to his fingers. She gasps softly when he touches his thumb down between her lips and finds her clit. He plays with her for a moment as he calms himself down, not wanting this to be over too soon.
“Harvey, please!” She begs and pushes back against him. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock. Teasing her for a second, rubbing the head up and down her wet lips before pushing into her. When he bottoms out, she squirms on the bed, but he catches her with a hand in her curls, a dominant grip as he leans over her, his mouth close to her ear.
“Ah-ah, don’t run away, baby.” He growls and thrusts into her again. She shudders under him, her moaning turning breathless and desperate, her pussy tightens around him and he files that for another time that dominance and a bit of dirty talk gets her going. He guides her head up with the hand in her hair and she bends her back perfectly, pressing herself against him and taking him deeper. He can feel himself getting closer and he sets a punishing pace to chase his own orgasm.
“You gonna come inside of me?” She moans as innocently to him as she can between her punctured sounds falling from her kiss swollen lips. He nods against her neck as a deep moan escapes him, it’s the only thing he can muster in the moment. “Please,” she begs again, “please, come in me, Harv!“ and it gets him. He rides it out into her, his hips moving frantically as he releases inside of her. Harvey gently removes his hand from her hair, his breathing fast and he suddenly becomes aware of how sweaty he feels.
“S-sorry-“ he apologizes and kisses her shoulder. It makes her chuckle sweetly and he gives a little and amused huff.
“Sorry for what?”
“Did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
“It was perfect.” She purrs and tightens up around his now over sensitive cock. He hisses softly and places a hand on her hip to try and make her stay still. She chuckles again at her victory. “So, can I have my panties back?” It takes him a second to get caught up to what she’s talking about.
“Oh,” he grins and kisses her neck. “I don’t know, I’ll have nothing to lure you back up here with.” He mumbles against her skin and into her hair. He savors her scent. Lavender soap and sex.
“Oh, believe me, you do.” She squeezes around him once more and he gives a strangled sound in the back of his throat before pulling out, a trail of his release following him.
“Don’t do that.” He says breathlessly and smooths his mustache. She turns in his arms and captures his lips in a kiss, this one passionate and promising.
“You fucked Harvey?!” Emily blurts out much too loud for your liking.
“Shhh, Emily-!” You clasps your hand over your friend's mouth to silence her as you take a look around Pierre’s store to make sure that no one hears it. “We are not officially dating, so please keep it to yourself?” Emily nods and you move your hand away with a deep exhale, adrenaline coursing through you and you feel giddy to finally tell someone.
You ignore the waiting stare of Emily as you continue browsing the shelves for the few things you’ll need for the girls' night in. Emily is still staring at you and you slump your shoulders in defeat.
“Why are you staring?” You sighs, knowing exactly why your friend is looking at you with such a waiting and exciting look.
“You can’t just say something like that and then not give me the details!” Emily hisses as she leans closer with a shit eating grin.
“Twice.” Your cheeks flare red and Emily gapes at you. You occupy yourself with picking up a can of tomatoes to read on the back.
“Twice? When?!”
“You remember the day we all were drinking at the Stardrop?” Emily nods excitedly. “Well, he offered to walk me home but we only made it to the clinic.”
“Whaaaaat! Why didn’t you tell me?” Emily says in mock offense.
“Because we were really drunk and none of us really remember a thing.” You admit and put the can back, not needing canned tomatoes when you got a whole bowl of fresh and homegrown ones at home.
“He must have been good enough for you to stay.” Emily moves her eyebrows comically up and down and you give her a playful push.
“I left, but came back later and we agreed on a real date. This time with a lot less wine. We ended back up in his apartment and we did it again.” You chew on your lip to still your chuckle when Emily bursts out laughing. “Shhhh-!” You raise a finger to your lips but it does nothing to stop your friend.
You both go up to the counter and Pierre rings up your items. After paying and a friendly farewell, you make it out of the shop. Emily, not having forgotten the juicy news, wants even more of the dirty details of your liaison with the doctor next door.
“So, are the rumors true?” Emily pries.
“What rumors?” You scrunch up your nose. Had the other girls in town had a turn at the cute doctor? Something heavy drops in your stomach at the thought of Harvey having his turn around the single ladies of this tiny town.
“That’s he’s-,” she says but decides to whisper instead, “that he’s super boring in bed?” That earns her a surprised and real laugh from you, the question catching you by surprise, though that particular rumor you had heard, and you knew it came from Shane that had this idea that Harvey was nothing more than a husk of a sad little man in a doctor’s costume. “What? What’s so funny?” She demands to know. You dry your eyes and grins out into the summer air.
“He is not ,” you admit, “he is not at all what you would expect.”
“Come on, give me the details!”
“No, I can’t do that to him, I mean look at him.” You look in through the glass window to the clinic where Harvey is cleaning his glasses with an awkward squint, unaware of the two girls watching him. To think that such a sweet and dorky guy could be such a gentleman and a beast.
“He can’t be too exciting.” Emil sighs, letting Harvey’s looks fool her.
“He plowed me into the mattress while purring the best dirty talk I have ever heard. And he is packed .” You blurt out before turning away from the clinic towards the farm. Emily exclaims something but you don’t hear her as you hurry away, a laugh on your lips as Emily comes running after you.
This girls’ night in might turn into you being forced to give her the last nasty details. She won’t believe the marks you have or the ones you have left on her not-so-innocent doctor.