At three in the morning, I woke up, still in Harry's bed. I hadn't meant to sleep for as long as I did. While I adjusted to his bedroom, I realised his arms were wrapped around me, his chest was pressed against my back and his dormant dick was nestled against my ass.

Carefully sliding out of his embrace, I watched him roll deep into his sheets, undoubtedly missing the warmth of my body. He looked so sweet, deceptively sweet.

Once I got out of his bed and onto my feet, I realised how sore I was and how sore I was going to be. I quietly made my way back to my room, smelling like sex and Harry. I stumbled into my bathroom and turned on the shower.

So, it was official. I was fucking my roommate. Just thinking about it made me relax. For the first time in weeks I felt at ease. I wasn't trying to deny our attraction or shut down my feelings. And I was fucking him because no one had ever done things like that to me before. Not even my boyfriend.

My boyfriend.

I told myself that I would just do it a few more times and then I'd call it off. I'd get Harry out of my system. Or Harry would get bored. Either way, we would get tired of each other and move on. There was no way we could maintain this level of attraction. Simply, things would taper off and we could get back to our significant others. I repeated that over and over again to myself. It comforted me as I curled up in my sheets and slept.

However, my dreams were full of heartache and loneliness. It seemed that some part of me knew better.

The next morning I was indeed very sore. I lay in my bed until I smelt tea wafting in from the kitchen. Slowly I pulled on my nightie and followed the aroma. I found Harry in his black underwear drinking tea and checking his phone at the table.

"Hi," I said, shyly.

"Hello," Harry grinned.

I felt his eyes follow me as I made myself a cuppa. But this time I wasn't afraid of meeting his gaze. I looked back at him coyly over my mug as I went into the living room. He followed me.

We settled in front of the telly and began to shift through all the shows I had recorded. As I scrolled through the options, he began to play footsie with me. I smiled. It was oddly charming to have him flirt with me in such a boyish way.

When I finally picked a show, he wrapped his leg over my thigh and pulled me into his chest. We laid together, watching the show and everything felt incredibly right. We were still in our own secret world, nothing from outside had come in to burst our bubble.

But then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Aaron: Meeting an old friend for brunch. Wanna join?

I considered the text for a minute, feeling so comfortable with Harry, and tempted by the idea of spending the weekend with him in our flat. Too tempted in fact. I closed my phone, got off the sofa and slowly walked to my room.

"What's up?" Harry asked from the living room.

"I'm grabbing brunch with some friends," I said.

"Oh, well," I heard him hesitate.

"What?" I yelled back.

"Nothing. Have fun." I quickly got dressed and grabbed my bag. When I went back into the living room Harry was already wrapped in the show he was watching. I hurried past him and I closed the door behind me.

•••

"Vivian, this is Liam," Aaron smiled at me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. Liam got up and shook my hand. He looked like a typical clean cut Ivy League graduate. We chatted about the economy and world events while we got tipsy on mimosas and gorged ourselves on pancakes.

Aaron carefully held my hand under the table. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. I was having no problems being with Aaron after Harry, or dealing with being attracted to two men at once. I was smoothly compartmentalising what I was feeling. And as the mimosas went to my head, I felt myself getting cocky. I playfully rested my hand on Aaron's knee, running my fingers over his kneecap. I flashed him sexy little glances while engaging in the conversation.

But then I heard, "Aaron?" A red-headed woman on the street stopped at our table, "Oh my God, I didn't realise you were here!" she squealed.

"Yeah, Liam and I were grabbing brunch," Aaron mumbled as he quickly got up and, discreetly brushed my hand off his knee.

"Aaron?" I said, vaguely offended by how strange he was being.

"Vivian." He smiled. "This is Phoebe. Pheobe, Vivian."

I reached forward and shook her hand. She was beautiful. I'd seen her before, she was definitely one of Aaron friends, but we had never been formally introduced. I felt myself begin to get possessive and almost threatened by her beauty. I wrapped my arm around Aaron's waist. He shifted against me uncomfortably.

"Oh! I've heard so much about you! Great to finally meet you," she said as she flashed me a perfectly pearly white smile. I smiled back, suddenly very conscious about the colour of my teeth. The more I looked at her, the more I realised that she was, for lack of a better word, perfect. She was stunning, like traffic-stopping-stunning. "You guys got room for one more?" she asked.

"T-Totally!" Liam stuttered, seemingly enamoured by her beauty as well. She quickly went inside to make her way to our table out on the patio. Liam pulled up a chair. I looked at Aaron.

"She's the one who lost her job," he quickly responded, "I apologise in advance if things get messy."

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Liam and Phoebs used to be a thing," Aaron whispered as Liam set up a place for her, "She's not taking the break up or the job loss well and she isn't too good at holding her liquor, but-"

"Are those mimosas?" Phoebe chirped as she sat down to our table. She quickly poured herself a glass. The waitress came over to offer her a menu, but she dismissed her and ordered another carafe of mimosas. Aaron clenched my hand under the table nervously. As we ate, Phoebe unrolled a litany of her sorrows. She drank most of the new carafe of mimosas. By the end of the meal she was almost too drunk to talk.

"You are so cute," she slurred to Liam as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Liam laughed nervously. Aaron got up and made his way to the front. I followed him.

"I'm sorry about this," he said, "I'm going to get her a taxi."

"Poor thing," I mumbled as I wrapped myself around his arm. He smiled at me. He fiddled with one of my earrings. I smiled.

"You gonna take it or what?" I whispered into his ear as I pressed my body against him. I nibbled on his ear lobe as he talked to the car service. I loved how his voice jumped as he tried to carry on a regular conversation with the operator. When he hung up the phone he pulled me in for a surprisingly passionate kiss. "I thought you hated PDA," I whispered. He just bit his lip and, slyly, took off my earring. I blushed.

"You didn't call me a car!" Phoebe shouted from across the restaurant. "Did you? I'm not that drunk!"

I looked over and Phoebe was leaning against Liam in the door. Aaron looked back at me, disappointed.

"Come on Phoebs, lets get you home," Aaron said as he pulled her away from Liam. Like magic, the car pulled up to collect Phoebe. Aaron carefully poured her into the car.

"You are so cute," she giggled, "You got me a car. Like a princess?"

"Yes, like a princess," Aaron mumbled, obviously annoyed.

Aaron began giving the driver directions. He was telling him to drop her off in town and then to drive him and I back to his place. I was about to shut the passenger door when Phoebe shoved it back open and threw up all over the sidewalk. We all froze. Aaron turned to me and handed my earring back.

"I have to make sure she gets back ok," he frowned, "I'll see you soon," he whispered and kissed me on the forehead before pushing Phoebe back into the car and climbing into the passenger seat.

Disappointed, I walked back to my flat. The living room was empty. I threw my bag down and grabbed my laptop from my room, needing to catch up on emails and the latest television series. I slouched onto the sofa and spent the rest of the day catching up with work and popular culture. Soon after, I ordered in Chinese.

Half way through the box of sesame chicken, Harry's door opened.

"Is that Chinese?" he yelled from his room.

"Maybe," I yelled back.

"You couldn't ask if I wanted something?"

"I didn't know you were here!" I yelled back again. He emerged from his room in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. He looked disappointed. He pointed at my half finished box.

"There is no way you are going to finish that," he said with a smile. I shook my head. "C'mon Vivian, you never finish it." I insisted. "I'm just going to get a fork and sit here. Just in case."

"You can always get your own," I offered.

"How was brunch?" he asked, crossing the living room to the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch him whilst he walked past me. He was a man that looked just as good coming as he did going.

"Great, until we had to take care of one of Aaron's drunk friends," I mumbled.

"Aaron," he scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. I heard him fiddling around in the kitchen. I went back to emails. After awhile he came back into the living room with a fork and a fizzy drink. I looked at him, then the fork. "What?" he grinned and I handed him the rest of the food in the box.

"I can't believe you sometimes," I mumbled.

"Thank you baby," he said as he flashed me a sweet smile. I couldn't help but smile back. "What are you watching?" he asked as he settled next to me.

"Game of Thrones," I answered. He grunted in response. I split my focus in between work and the show until the show began to pull my attention. In true GOT fashion, there was sex only a few minutes into the show. As things were getting hot and heavy on screen I was the usual amount of titillated, but things were quite different when Harry was sitting next to me. He casually put his hand on my thigh.

"Usually, this is when I would fantasise about doing that with you," he whispered, "But, now..."

"What?" I flushed as he pulled my laptop out of my lap, placed it on the coffee table and began kissing me. He held the back of my head in his hands. His hands soon fell to my hips and pulled me closer to him. He continued to kiss down my neck while I ran my hands up the front of his shirt. He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head to give me full access. He pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him. He grabbed my bum and pressed his hips against mine. He began to bury his face between my breasts. I pulled his face back up to mine and kissed him. He broke the kiss.

"We made a mess of my bed. Let's use yours," he said as he got up, with my legs still wrapped around his waist, and walked to my bedroom. We quickly fell into my bed as he kissed me, pulling my skirt and knickers off. He settled between my legs and just stared.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Planning," he responded and I laughed. He lazily traced his fingers over my warmth. His light touches made me flinch. He spread me open and carefully blew over my clit. I squirmed at his touch.

Grabbing my hips, he held me still and began to work his tongue against me. He took his time, teasing me, and licking me. I was sure I was going to make a spot on the bed from how wet I'd got. Then, he eased a finger into me.

"Careful, I'm still sore," I whispered.

"So am I," he chuckled. He swirled his tongue around his finger, exploring the folds of me, tasting me. I moaned as he carefully massaged. Then he pressed a second finger into me, stretching while delicately swirling another finger around my arse, not quite entering, just teasing me with the idea. I gasped. And he rolled his tongue against my clit.

Even though I was lying down, my knees buckled. His fingers were stroking my walls as he carefully ate me out. My legs spread wider as he pressed into me. I grabbed his head, nearing the edge. I pushed my hips against his mouth. Let go of his head to play with my nipples.

When I looked down at him, I catch him watching me writhe. Right then, I came, spasming around his fingers and tongue.

As I lay there, recovering, he slowly kissed his way up my body and carefully slid my shirt and bra off. He sucked on my breasts and began to slowly grind against me, letting me feel his hardness through his briefs. As my pleasure subsided, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, obviously, needing a release. I hooked my legs around his hips and flipped him on his back. He laughed in surprise.

Sliding down his body, I made quick work of his bottoms. He was invitingly hard. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked him all the way to the back of my throat.

"Bloody hell, Vivian," he moaned. I loved the salty taste of his precome. I loved how he filled my mouth. I slowly drew him out of my mouth and then pulled him back in. His hips rose off the bed to meet me. He raked his fingers through my hair. "Fuck," he gasped, "How did you get so good at that?"

"You taught me," I quipped in the quick moment I took my mouth off his dick and quickly engulfed him again to make my point. He groaned as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hips rolled into my mouth. I moaned around him. I took my time going up and down the length of him until his shaft was covered in saliva. Then I took my hand and began to swirl it up and down with my mouth.

"Shit!" he cried, "Slow down, I don't wanna come yet." He pulled my head off his length.

I looked up at him. His face was flushed as he smiled down at me. Sitting up, he got closer to me and carefully pushed my hair out of my face. He began to stroke my face and just stare at me.

"What?" I asked, uncomfortable.

"Nothing," he whispered. His seemed lost in my face. I blushed.

"Stop it," I whispered, trying to bury my head in his chest but he pulled me back up and kissed me, softly.

His tongue massaged mine, occasionally breaking to nibble my lip or trace a few kisses along my jaw or down my neck. He took his time exploring my mouth and I felt myself get light headed with desire. I wanted to fuck, but with every shift I was reminded that every part of my body needed a break. The more he gave me his tongue the more I wanted him.

I pulled his tongue into my mouth and sucked it, mimicking what I wanted to do to his dick. He moaned and pulled me closer to him. I felt his shaft resting against my stomach. I began to kiss his neck and shoulders. He leaned back as I kissed my way across his chest, flicking his nipples with my tongue. I kissed his abs and ran my tongue along the deep muscular V that ran from his stomach to his dick.

I took him in my hand and ran my tongue up and down the side of his length, pausing to swirl around the tip. I went lower and took his balls into my mouth. One and then the other. He moaned. I let my tongue dip down further. If he liked my ass so much, he must have some affection for his own. I carefully flicked my tongue across his puckered hole and he growled in pleasure in response. I went further and swirled my tongue around the same way he did to me. He gripped my head and held it down.

"Good girl," he moaned, spreading his legs wider.

I lathered the space between his arsehole and his balls with my tongue, feeling him get rock hard in my hand. I took one hand and pressed my fingers into the space my tongue once inhabited. I brought my head up and licked his dick while I did it.

"Vivian...Fuck," he groaned.

I swallowed his shaft, gulping against the tip as he pressed against the back of my throat. He came hard, shooting down my throat and I swallowed all of it. Next I kissed my way up his body and rested against his chest.

His eyes were heavy with satisfaction. He possessively pulled me into his chest. For a moment he just looked at me and smiled. He playfully stroked the side of my face and I flushed.

"Really?" he chuckled.

"What?" I whispered.

"You're so flushed," he smiled.

"What?" I giggled. Embarrassed, I buried my face in the covers. He carefully pulled the sheets off my head. My face still felt hot.

"You're too adorable," he whispered as he played with my hair. "You left last night," he said, changing topics.

"Yeah, I'm picky about where I sleep," I mumbled.

"Well. Then," he started. I looked up at him, "can I stay here?"

"What?" I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly.

"Can I stay in your bed with you?"

"You already are." I smiled.

"I'm asking if I can stay the night Vivian," he said as he eyes tried to read my face.

"What?" I repeated, trying to buy time. My mind was going a mile a minute. I'd never seen him be this vulnerable before.

"I like cuddling," he sputtered, looking away from me. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed.

"Really?" I laughed.

"I know. I know," he groaned, "So?" he smiled, "Big spoon or little spoon?"

"Big spoon," I giggled, wrapping my arms around him as he turned and curled up into my body.