harlow (fairandfoul) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-12-29 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, harlow, harlow x reid, reid |
Who: Reid and Harlow
When: Late, late night, early January
Where: Reid’s bedroom
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Harlow never knew Reid’s bed was so comfortable. The attic room wasn’t one she had visited often, even before Reid had moved in, but she had been spending a lot more time there over the past few weeks and the isolation from the rest of the house didn’t bother her as much as thought it would. She was in bed with him now, curled up against him, her hand resting on his chest. It was late, well after midnight, and Harlow was watching the snow drifting about outside the small window. She liked these moments the best, when it was dark and quiet and it felt like they were the only two people awake in the world. Reid’s heart was beating comfortably against her ear and it would have been so easy to let it lull her into sleep. Instead, she lifted her face a bit to look at him.
“What happened to your brother?”
It wasn’t something Reid had talked about much since he arrived and Harlow hadn’t asked, aware that it was a tough subject for him and he had needed to heal, rather than have that wound ripped open and explored. But Harlow felt as though she needed to know what Reid had been through. Whether or not he would tell her was another thing, but Harlow felt as though he would. Maybe he needed to talk about it, to take that next step in his healing process.
The bed was much more comfortable with Harlow in it, if you asked Reid. Not that he’d had any problem with it before she’d started joining him, but she made any space infinitely better, and that went double for where they could be naked and warm and pressed close together. He’d swiftly gotten addicted to sleeping with her in bed with him, and he always felt so much more rested when they spent the night together, whether they had sex or not. Though admittedly, there was sex more often than Not. Reid certainly wasn’t complaining about any of it, he was feeling better than he had in years.
He’d been dozing a bit when he felt Harlow’s head move, and her question made his eyes open and his heart change tempo. Reid looked down to meet her eyes and came very close to saying he didn’t want to talk about it. He knew she would respect that, but Reid wasn’t sure it was true. He wet his lips and tried to get his words together. “He got diagnosed with brain cancer,” he murmured finally. “It was bad, advanced, inoperable. They tried some chemo and radiation, but it wasn’t working. He lost a ton of weight, had seizures all the time, started going blind. The town we grew up in, there are witches there ... you hear stories your whole life, you know ... I went to one for help. I didn’t -- I wasn’t sure if magic could save him, but if she could just ... slow it down, make it easier on him, give us some more time. The shit she gave me to give him ...” Reid trailed off for a beat and swallowed thickly. He didn’t like thinking about that day, but it haunted him all the time anyway. “I told him it would help. He trusted me,” he went on, his voice more ragged. “He ... he immediately had this huge seizure. He died right there in my arms.”
Harlow listened silently, some of the details surprising her even if she didn't show it on her face. She had gotten the impression that Reese had died of an illness, especially as his spirit hadn't felt overly vengeful, the way they sometimes did when they died violently. Hearing a witch had been involved in it though... that prompted Harlow to lift her head a bit more, shifting in the bed until she could see Reid more clearly. Even in the dark she could see the pain in his eyes, hear it in his voice. Frowning, Harlow brought her hand up from his chest to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing along his skin slowly. Reese had died in his arms. No wonder Reid was so broken, especially if he had been the one to give Reese whatever might have triggered the seizure. "You know it wasn't your fault," Harlow murmured. "You were only trying to help him." It was easy for Harlow to say the words and much harder for Reid to believe and accept them. "Did she tell you what it was? What she gave you?"
Reid had done a lot of processing and healing since his arrival in this house, and it had been incredibly good for him, he knew that. But the grief that came from losing his twin ran deep and wide, and it wasn’t completely gone. Maybe it never would be, he would just learn to manage it better. Reid was on his way in that department, but talking about Reese’s death was still hard. He’d blamed himself for a long time, but since he’d started to heal, that blame had begun to shift itself away from him. He nodded a little to the first part of what Harlow said, sniffing softly as his nose stung with emotion. He didn’t try to hold anything back anymore with her, unafraid now that the strength of his emotions would scare her away or something stupid like that. Reid knew better now, and it was so incredibly freeing. He turned his head enough to brush his lips against her fingers, then hummed a negative sound. “If she did, I don’t remember,” he told her. “I was just so eager to get it back to him. But ... whatever it was, it killed him. He might’ve had weeks or months left, I dunno. It was her fault we lost that time.” The last part came out with a quiet intensity that made his chest hurt.
Harlow was surprised, but happy, that Reid hadn't let his experience with one witch color his view of them all. He could have very easily gone down another path, one that punished all witches for the actions of one. And she felt for him, wishing she could turn back time to fix what had happened. Harlow knew she could have found a way to spare Reese the pain he had gone through, and in turn, spared Reid the same. Her magic ran far deeper and darker than most, but for Reid, she wouldn't have hesitated to use it. Some magic users were in it for the money and only the money, leaving others to deal with the potential consequences of what magic could bring. Harlow knew that she and her sisters weren't entirely on the up and up morally, but they always made the downsides to what they could do known to whomever came searching for it. "It was definitely her fault," Harlow murmured, brushing the pad of her thumb against his bottom lip gently. "The fact that she gave you something and wasn't present when Reese took it... it's dangerous and irresponsible. Witches need to be held accountable when they take a life. You've been suffering for so long, Reid. And what about her? Does she know that he died? Did she attempt to make amends?"
Reid had definitely wished more than once that he had known Harlow and her sisters back then. He would’ve driven Reese here in a heartbeat for their help. He just hadn’t known his ass from his elbow back then about magic, and while that was still largely true, he trusted that they could’ve actually helped Reese instead of killing him faster. Maybe Shayna Mae O’Reilly was just a shitty witch, he didn’t know. She’d seemed very sweet, blonde and tiny, so he knew somewhere that maybe she’d just made a mistake, but that was a huge, unforgivable one to make. Hearing Harlow say it was her fault felt like a huge validation, even more than hearing it hadn’t been his own, and he huffed out a heavy breath through his nose, closing his eyes briefly. Harlow’s touch was so soft and soothing, but her words called up a surge of anger in him that had been dormant for a long time in the face of his enormous grief. Now that some of that was moving aside, there was more room to be angry. To hold people accountable. “I’m sure she knows,” he said, something hardening in his voice. “It’s a tiny town, everybody knows everything, and Reese was popular. I don’t think I heard from her at all, after. It’s all kind of blurry, but ... I definitely never saw her again. She didn’t try to amend jack shit.”
“You’ve been so focused on grieving,” Harlow said, more to herself than to Reid. “True peace and healing can never come as long as the people responsible for Reese’s death aren’t held accountable. Witches make mistakes but we atone for them. We’re supposed to, at least.” She sounded frustrated and that was because she was. Harlow had rarely cared for anyone outside of her coven, but she cared about Reid. Knowing now that a witch was responsible for all of his pain infuriated her. It almost felt like a personal slight. She and her sisters were deep in the darker aspects of magic but they understood the idea of give and take. “What’s her name?” Harlow murmured. “Does she still live in your hometown?”
It felt so good to hear Harlow say those things in that particular tone. Like finally someone was in his corner about all this. He knew that the cancer probably would’ve taken Reese in due time, but what Shayna Mae had done had cut his life even shorter than it would’ve been otherwise. Reid had kept it all bottled up inside, the rage and the guilt, and he’d never told anyone else about the help he’d tried to get for his brother. He couldn’t bear to tell his parents, and he’d never had many friends to confide in. Harlow was it. The fact that she was angry on his behalf made him feel less crazy than he had in a long time. “Shayna Mae O’Reilly,” he said, an edge of contempt in his tone. “I’m pretty sure she still does, her family has been in the area for generations. Which is pretty common there. They live out in the woods like you do here, but ... I dunno, it definitely didn’t feel like this place does.”
Harlow sat up then, her body twisted just enough that she could see Reid. It was dark in the room, but her eyes were intense, full of fierce determination. "You need to confront her," Harlow told him. "Reese deserves justice, Reid. You're the only one who can give that to him. We can give that to him." Perhaps one would say it wasn't her fight, but Reid belonged to her and his pain was her pain. Knowing a witch was responsible for what had happened to Reid's family angered her and the need to fix it was strong.
Reid could almost feel her eyes more than he saw them, and something in his stomach fluttered with excitement. He wanted justice, to actively do something to set Reese’s death even a tiny bit right ... but he was at a loss as to what could be done. The way Harlow said ‘we’ gave him another weird thrill and he pushed himself up to sitting as well. “What can we do?” he asked her quietly. “It’s not exactly something to take to law enforcement. And if I go straight to her ... she can just say that it was the cancer that got him, it wasn’t her fault. Believe me, I’ve run through these conversations a million times in my head. I can’t prove any of it.” Did that even matter in cases like this? It wasn’t like he’d be trying to convince a jury or anything, but it was hard for Reid to think of any other kinds of justice.
Harlow shook her head. "Law enforcement fucks things up more than they fix them. For witches, justice doesn't include handcuffs and jail time. We have rules of our own. You know the truth and I'm sure this woman knows the truth too." She was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her voice low but full of intensity. "An eye for an eye, Reid. If she's unwilling to take responsibility for Reese's death, we show her what it is you've been going through for the past couple of years. We show her what it means to grieve." Maybe that sounded ominous and maybe Reid would shy away from it, but Harlow's determination had surfaced through the hazy cloud of contentment and now she wanted to do this. Needed to do this... for Reid. This is why he had walked into her aunt's shop. This was why she felt so drawn to him. She was going to make this right for him, and for Reese.
It did sound ominous, but instead of being scary, part of Reid immediately wanted it. His heart had picked up speed and he was staring at Harlow’s shadowy face as he let the idea sink in. Reese had been suffering so much as he died, and that suffering had just crushed Reid and his family ever since. Why should they carry all that weight alone? Why shouldn’t Shayna Mae pay for what she’d done? Reid had never really been the kind of person who lashed out when he was hurt, but maybe he needed to be. Maybe instead of turning it all inward and slowly destroying himself, he could purge it on someone deserving. For a slow moment, he felt poised on the brink of something -- he could turn back or step into the void. It was the first time Reid had felt like the void wasn’t empty though. Harlow would catch him, be there with him. It was time now, and something had led him to the right place with the right people. Reid swallowed. “An eye for an eye,” he echoed, his voice soft but his tone hard. “I want her to really know what she’s done.”
Some part of Harlow knew that even if Reid had shied away from revenge, Harlow would have gone to his hometown without him to do it on her own. But she was relieved that he seemed to understand that he deserved better than what this witch had done to him. Reese deserved better. Her lips curved into a small, understanding smile and she reached out to brush her fingers along his jaw. "By the time we leave that place, she'll know. Maybe she'll think twice about playing so recklessly with someone else's life. It'll take some time and some planning, Reid. But if you want to do this, we'll do it." It may take a bit, especially with the worst of winter settling in, but Harlow was of the mind that it would benefit them. Give them time to do what needs to be done instead of charging in impulsively.
Reid moved his head to touch his lips to Harlow’s fingers, though his eyes didn’t leave hers. He wasn’t sure yet exactly what they could do, what Harlow meant, but the idea of going back to Point Pleasant with her to do something about it all was exciting on multiple levels. He’d never felt this much like anybody was in his corner before -- besides his twin, of course. It just hit him in a different way when it was somebody he had so many feelings for, he supposed. “I want to do it,” he told her with no hesitation. “Whatever ideas you have, I want to help. Anything for Reese.” Reid knew he wouldn’t be of any use to Harlow magically, but he would do anything she told him to do, especially if it meant Shayna Mae would learn a lesson. His pulse still weird and fast in his chest, Reid quirked an eyebrow. “She has brothers, too,” he murmured.
Harlow smiled softly in the dark. Once they achieved justice for Reese, she felt like Reid would finally be able to find some semblance of closure. The grief would always be there, but Reid would be able to properly live again. Reid's mention of Shayna Mae's brothers added another layer of complexity to Harlow's thoughts. An eye for an eye. Perhaps they would be able to show Shayna Mae the true meaning of grief. "Are they witches too?" she asked Reid after a moment. Magic wasn't always a guarantee in anyone's family tree, but Harlow was confident that she was capable of taking care of all three of them if she needed to.
He shook his head and lifted a shoulder -- he didn’t know. Reid certainly hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to chat about such things when he’d been at the O’Reilly house. There were probably rumors out there that he had just never paid much attention to, so they hadn’t stuck. “I don’t know much about them, but I never listened much to gossip,” he said, reaching up to toy with Harlow’s hair with his fingers. “And there’s so much of it up there too. Super small town, and a lot of bad shit happens there.” Including what had happened to his brother, he supposed. Reid believed in spirits and magic now, obviously, but he’d always had doubts about the rest of it -- however, he couldn’t deny that Point Pleasant seemed kind of cursed.
Harlow stared thoughtfully toward the window, intrigued by the town where Reid had grown up. Where Reese had died. Snow had begun to fall again and she knew it would be a while before they packed up and traveled to Maine. That gave her plenty of time to prepare. There were witches all over the east coast and Harlow knew plenty of them. It was time to reach out and get some help. "O'Reilly," she said again, her eyes ticking back to Reid's face. "I'll look into the family and see what I can find out. We'll go prepared and ready." She leaned in toward him to brush her lips against his. "We'll make sure Reese is able to rest peacefully. He deserves that much."
Reese did deserve that. Really, he deserved to be alive and thriving, but Reid knew nothing could make that happen now. The best they could hope for was to balance the scales a little bit. He still had some friendly contacts back in Point Pleasant, and he thought maybe he could get some more information on the O’Reilly family as well, to help out. It was really sinking in that Harlow wanted to help him get justice, and it was giving Reid some intense and strange feelings all throughout his body. Part of him wanted to tell Harlow that he loved her now, that he was completely hers, especially if she did this for him and his dead twin, but the words didn’t come out, so he kissed her instead. It was harder and hungrier than he meant it to be, but he hoped Harlow could feel some of the emotion behind it too.
Harlow had always been able to tap into the emotions of those around her. She understood Reid's feelings for her, even if he had never said them out loud. He didn't need to. She certainly felt it in the way he kissed her and Harlow slid her hand along his jaw, parting her lips to taste him with her tongue. Reid did belong to her. In a way, he had been hers as soon as he walked into Sukie's shop, even if she hadn't quite known it yet. She would do anything for him now and she knew he felt the same. Her magic pulsed through her, powerfully dark, wanting to wrap itself around Reid. Harlow wished she could pour some of that magic into Reid, so he could feel its power too, but all she could do was project it with her lips and her hands and her body. So she did, moaning softly into his mouth as she shut down her brain and focused on the feel of him.
The way she touched him always made his heart ache in this bittersweet sort of way that he was already addicted to. Reid had had some casual girlfriends here and there in his life, though they were few and far between, but he’d never felt this way about any one of them. Harlow was incredibly special, and even though he felt like he was a dull potato in comparison, she liked him. Wanted him. It felt amazing, and he didn’t want it to end. Especially not when their mouths were locked together like this, tongues exploring each other yet again. Reid shifted his position, rolling up onto his side as he slipped his arm around Harlow to pull her body in closer to his, one knee slipping between her thighs. His cock was already filling out and heating up against Harlow’s hip -- she’d completely resurrected his libido from its depression grave, and his body was ridiculously responsive to her now. Reid had no complaints, having this pleasure in his life felt essential now.
Harlow did want Reid. And now she had him. She had worried he might be too soft to truly avenge his brother, that he might shy away from the darker elements of who Harlow was. But he hadn’t hesitated when Harlow suggested seeking justice for Reese and that just served to turn her on even more. It lit a different kind of fire in her belly and she sunk into the kiss, pressing her body to his as she felt him get hard against her. There was an edge to Reid, one that had been hidden by years of insecurities and self doubt. Hidden and then completely buried by grief. But now she was coaxing it out of him and Harlow felt as though she could come from that power alone. Smoothing her hand down his body, she reached for his cock to graze her fingertips over it, enjoying the feel of his silky, hot skin. He was excited to get his revenge on the witch who took his brother prematurely, and in turn, that excited Harlow. “What do you want to do to me?” Harlow murmured against his lips, squeezing her thighs a bit against the leg he had pressed against her.
Reid had done plenty of illegal and immoral things in his life, but they were pretty limited in scope. He’d scammed people and stolen money and credit card information, deleted important data and corrupted files, coded and spread viruses. He’d never directly hurt another person beyond a few distant schoolyard scuffles. But damn did he want to hurt Shayna Mae O’Reilly. The desire had always been there somewhere, but now Harlow was breathing life into it, a velvety sort of darkness spreading inside of him. It gave him an erotic sense of power, and it was all thanks to Harlow. His cock tingled pleasantly at her touch, and Reid slid his thigh further up until it was pressed firmly between her legs. She felt so hot against his skin, it made him moan softly. “Anything and everything that will make you come,” he whispered back, not even having to think twice about it. “And then I want to bury my cock deep in you and make you come some more ...”
“Ambitious,” Harlow said with a smile. She rubbed herself against his thigh, moaning low in her throat at the sparks of pleasure it sent through her. Magic in every sense was always arousing for her but making plans to teach another witch a proper lesson… it certainly got her blood pumping in a much darker way. Harlow kissed Reid again, her teeth biting gently into his lower lip before she slid her tongue into his mouth. Gods, she loved the way he tasted. The way he always responded so eagerly to her. His cock was a thing of beauty and she felt herself craving it more and more every day. Right now she was already hot and slick between her legs, the ache growing more intense with every second. Desperate for more, Harlow pushed back from Reid, moving comfortably onto her back and spreading her legs for him. “You better get started,” she murmured.
It was so tempting to roll on top of Harlow and sink into her right that second, Reid’s balls were aching with anticipation. But he wanted to be good to his word and drive Harlow crazy first. He let his gaze rake down her body -- she was gorgeous even in the dark -- and followed with his hand, lightly tracing her curves. Reid dipped his head down to press kisses against her upper chest, trailing warm breath against her skin until his lips found one nipple. He teased his tongue against it as he slid his hand between those splayed thighs to touch her. The feel of those slick and silky folds made him groan against her breast. He didn’t waste too much time though, shifting position a moment later to settle between her legs. Eager to taste her, Reid sealed his lips around Harlow’s sex and sucked, another low moan in his throat. His hands slid under her ass to grip it as he stroked his tongue against her.
Harlow's hand moved immediately into Reid's hair, stroking the soft strands away from his forehead as he began to lick her. Sharper sensations began to spread throughout her body, prompting another soft moan from her lips as she began to move slowly beneath him. Harlow had been pleased to find she didn't need to guide Reid too much. She had never been a shy lover, never caring about sparing a man's feelings if he wasn't pleasing her right. But Reid seemed to know instinctively what it was she wanted and it was just another thing that solidified the suspicion in her mind that he was meant to find her, and she him. Harlow watched Reid between her thighs, her fingers curling around the strands of his hair. There was really no need to get her warmed up... just talking about that witch had gotten her hot. Maybe it was twisted to find revenge so erotic, but Harlow had never really cared about what was normal by society's standards. And she was doing this for Reid.
When it came to sex, Reid had just been running on instinct, following whatever impulse felt right at the time. He felt completely secure that Harlow would guide him toward what she wanted if he strayed too far, and there was such a strange feeling of safety in that. He didn’t have to be nervous, he didn’t have to get it perfect every single time, he just had to do what she told him to do. He wanted to do what she told him to do. Reid stayed tuned into Harlow’s body as much as possible to catch any non-verbal directions, and he’d found that he loved every second of unselfishly pleasing her. The way she rocked her hips up against his mouth made his body tingle, and Reid explored her pussy with his tongue with enthusiasm. He knew it very well by now and he knew she was aroused and ready for him, but gods did he enjoy giving Harlow pleasure. His cock throbbed needily where it was pressed against the mattress, but Reid could ignore it for the moment. He moved one hand to slide a couple of fingers inside while he feasted on her, moaning his appreciation again.
Harlow's body immediately clenched around Reid's probing fingers, a louder moan escaping her as her fingers tightened in his hair. She rolled her hips against him unabashedly, her free hand covering her breast before she tugged at her nipple to increase the stimulation. It was always so easy to determine if her lover was selfish or not. She'd had some men pride themselves on giving her pussy a stroke or two before fucking her like they were doing her a damn favor by paying any attention to her body at all before the "main event". But Reid was enthusiastic and giving and on top of that, he was good. He never left her unsatisfied which was a turn-on itself. Cursing breathlessly, Harlow closed her eyes and pressed her fingers against the back of his head to keep him exactly where he was. She knew he didn't dare move away but she was getting so close already and she didn't want anything to derail her impending orgasm. "Right there," she groaned. "Harder, Reid."
Honestly, if Harlow only wanted him to make her come and then just jerk himself off on his own time, Reid wouldn’t have argued. It felt like a privilege to be down between her legs with her fist in his hair and her body rocking beneath him. He’d never really thought much about kink or what he might be into outside of the ‘standard’ stuff, but Reid was finding that he had a massive submissive streak ... and he didn’t feel bad about it at all. Now that he had a steady partner, all he wanted to do was please Harlow. Any pleasure she gave him back was a bonus in his mind. She was a goddess and he was there to worship at her altar. Thinking about rolling into Point Pleasant with her, bent on revenge, like they were some kind of magical Bonnie and Clyde, was more of a turn on than he would’ve thought. Reid tried to put all of that energy into eating her out, lashing at her clit with his tongue as he worked his fingers harder and faster inside of her. He could feel some precum leak out of his dick, and he was already dying to feel her explode around any part of him.
Harlow had known from their first time together that Reid would do anything to please her, and yet he wasn't exactly a pushover. He spoke his mind to her, he opened up about how he was feeling and he seemed to have let go of any thought that in order to be a man he needed to be stoic and emotionless, keeping all of himself inside, locked away so no one could truly see the real Reid. The sex was better because he was willing to listen and learn and Harlow rarely had to direct him anymore because he had become so intune with her body. Harlow supposed that was inevitable with the amount of sex they had been having. Stuck up on the mountain in the dead of winter didn't give them a whole lot of other options and frankly, this was all she wanted for the time being. Right now Harlow was panting and moaning loudly, moving her hips against his mouth and his fingers, encouraging him with breathy curses until it all seemed to coil tightly in her core. She came with a loud cry, her fingers tightening in his hair to hold his face against her pussy. It was the kind of orgasm that seemed to overwhelm her entire body, leaving her shaking and whimpering and yet still craving more.
Reid always felt like a glutton for Harlow’s pleasure, insatiable. They’d been having a lot of sex since it had begun, something he’d never really had in his life, even with the few girlfriends he’d had. It created a strange paradox of having to get used to it, and feeling completely natural at the same time. There wasn’t a ton of entertainment to be had while they were largely snowed in, but this was one of the best ways to pass time that Reid could think of. After the first few rounds of loud orgasms, he didn’t even think about the other ears in the house either. Everyone here knew how life worked. A surge of fresh arousal rushing through him, Reid rode out Harlow’s orgasm with her, curling his fingers to press against her g spot while he kept tonguing her as best he could with her bucking hips. Once it all seemed to calm down to aftershocks and shivers, Reid gave her clit one more firm suck and then pulled away. He crawled up Harlow’s body, staying between her legs, and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself. Reid settled his hips against hers, rocking his hips to rub the underside of his cock against her pussy.
Harlow loved that Reid kissed her after he'd been licking her pussy. She got off on tasting herself, especially when it was on Reid's tongue. Moaning low in her throat, she devoured his mouth like she was starving for it as her hand reached down between their bodies to take his cock and guide it to her opening. They had fucked in a variety of positions but Harlow harbored a soft spot for being able to watch Reid's face while they were having sex. His eyes always seemed a shade darker than usual and she couldn't help but find it erotic to watch him come. Once Harlow felt the tip of his cock pressing into her pussy, she lifted her hips sharply to take him in completely, her free hand pressing hard against the small of his back.
Reid also loved any position that allowed him to stare at Harlow’s face, even though sometimes he struggled to keep his eyes open. His lashes fluttered and his breath caught as Harlow took him in. She was so assertive and clear about what she wanted, it made him feel so owned and desired. That surge of emotion made Reid feel dangerously close to coming for a second. He shifted his arms to brace himself on his elbows, one hand slipping up to grip the back of Harlow’s hair. He kissed her hungrily, groaning softly into her mouth. The way her body gripped his cock was exquisitely tight, and Reid’s hips felt almost out of his control as they pulled back to give a few slow, unsteady thrusts.
A long, satisfied sigh formed in her throat as soon as Reid began to move. Her knees drew up to press against his sides, fingertips grazing further down his back before she gripped his ass, encouraging more movement. There was a surge of magic within her, coiling around her arousal and Harlow was beginning to feel half-mad from it. Dark magic was in her blood and while she had been perfectly content with her sisters over the years, there was something exhilarating about sharing it with Reid. He belonged to her in every way imaginable and now she would show him just how powerful he could be as well. Nipping his lower lip, Harlow opened her eyes to look at him in the darkness. "I love you," Harlow murmured, well aware that she had never once said those words to another person. Not even her sisters. But she meant it with Reid. It was a complicated, layered emotion and perhaps not quite how normal society would define it, but it was strong and she wanted him to know it.
He had been told he was loved by family and a few close friends, but it was Reid’s first time hearing it out of a woman he had romantic feelings for. He’d definitely never heard those words when he was so physically tangled up and buried deep with someone like this, and it sent a surge of hot emotion through his entire being. At first all Reid could do was moan helplessly and kiss her again as he pumped harder into Harlow, his heart picking up speed too. He found that there was no doubt in him, no hesitance to believe her words. Harlow did love him, even if they weren’t having some pristine Hallmark Movie romance -- he didn’t want that. Reid wanted something real and raw and maybe even dark, because that was how he felt. That was his life now, and he wanted it with her. “I love you too,” he breathed against her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. “God, I love you.” Reid’s thrusts sped up further, more of a desperation to them now. He more than loved her -- he belonged to her, worshipped her, and it all felt so fucking good, he never wanted it to end.
Harlow knew Reid loved her. She had felt it for some time now, but it was still so satisfying to hear him say it. While he had come a long way from the man who had walked through Sukie's shop a few months ago, Harlow wasn't entirely sure he was secure enough in who he was to be the one to say those three words and she had no qualms about saying them first. Gasping against his mouth, Harlow gripped his ass with one hand, the other sliding through the hair at the nape of his neck, fingers curling around the silky, brown strands. Her body moved with his, heels digging into the back of his thighs, her pussy squeezing his cock tight. "Yes," she panted, her teeth nipping swiftly at his lower lip again. "Just like that... you're gonna make me come again... fuck..." She could tell he was close too but knowing Reid that way that she did, he would hold off until she was ready, until she shattered again. He seemed to live to please her and Harlow was not above taking advantage of it.
Reid didn’t have the brainpower to realize it at the moment, but Harlow was right about breaking the ice on the ‘I love you’ words. They were loaded and complicated, and even though Reid had felt the emotions burning in his chest for some time now, the last thing he’d wanted to do was push Harlow away with too much intimate intensity too soon. Maybe that was silly, but it was a subconscious fear that had kept him content to keep his feelings to himself. The game had changed now that she had taken the initiative, and he already wanted to smother her in love. Pleasure would have to do for the moment though, and hearing how close Harlow was again sent a rush of tingles down Reid’s spine. Ever obedient, he kept fucking her just like that, his balls drawing up tight against his body and his toes curling with effort as he did his best to push back his own orgasm, groaning and panting close to the side of her face. His body wanted to come so bad, but he knew it would be even better if they could go off together, and he wanted Harlow to feel as good as possible.
Intensity was a part of what made life so enjoyable if you asked Harlow. She thrived on it and this was no different. Reid's feelings for her, the sex, and the way her magic responded... it was intoxicating. It meant something. With the way Reid was fucking her, Harlow's orgasm began to spiral. Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening her hold on him to keep him thrusting deep and shallow. It only took a few more moments before she arched beneath him, crying out as her entire body was suddenly awash in pleasure. The magic in her blood always seemed to push her orgasms higher and she gave herself over to the moment, her hands gripping Reid, wanting him to feel every pulse and throb of her body milking his cock.
He’d barely hung onto his control, so when Harlow finally peaked, it was a relief on top of being incredibly hot. Reid let go of himself all at once, no longer able to stop his body from doing what it wanted, definitely no match for the way Harlow’s pussy pulsed around him. His hips pushed against the grip of Harlow’s legs, pounding his cock into her hard and fast for a few seconds before he fell over the edge with her. He gave a low cry as his body shuddered over her, pleasure rushing into every corner of him. It always felt so healing in a weird way, like every time Harlow made him come, the good feelings soothed all the bad in him a little more. Bit by bit, he was getting better, and it was all thanks to his goddess. As he was coming down from the orgasm high, he lifted his head to kiss her, still breathing hard through his nose, tiny groans and shivers still escaping him. “I love you,” he murmured against Harlow’s mouth, already hooked on saying it.
Harlow held onto Reid as he peaked, groaning herself at the way his thrusting body seemed to intensify the aftershocks of her own orgasm. It felt so good when he spilled inside of her and while she knew some men might see it differently, Harlow felt as though she were claiming Reid a bit more every time it happened. Running her fingertips along his spine, Harlow kissed him back, lifting her hips slowly and softly, just to feel him inside of her for a few moments longer. She was becoming insatiable when it came to Reid, wanting his body far more frequently than she was used to wanting anything. "I love you too," she said. Then she smiled lazily against his mouth. "We're going to do incredible things together."
The way she still moved with his cock inside of her was delicious, and Reid soaked it in as much as he could while it lasted. He was gradually going soft, but it still felt good to stay tucked in all that warmth, intimately connected to the woman he’d fallen for so hard. He smiled back at her and let out a huffed chuckle, a strange but pleasant thrill running up his spine. To him, Harlow was incredible just by existing, but he knew what she was referring to now and it was exciting in a way he’d never really experienced before. He was actually going to get to do something about the injustice done to Reese. “Anything you need from me, it’s yours,” he murmured to her, rocking his hips gently with hers. The promise felt just as powerful as the ‘I love you’s. “I’m yours.”
Harlow had known that to be true for quite some time, but she enjoyed hearing him say it. He was hers and even if he was non-magical, she would make sure he felt as powerful as she did. She was going to give him the chance to avenge his brother the way no one else had done. And he would be indebted to her for life... somehow she doubted he would mind that. Harlow cupped his face and kissed him again. "It's you and me," she told him once she drew back. "That's all that matters right now. Once the winter passes, we'll be making a trip back to Maine. They'll never know what hit them."
It felt like something clicked into place in Reid’s soul, though he didn’t have the words to explain it. Until his twin had died, he’d never really felt alone -- Reese had been with him since the womb, and then suddenly he wasn’t there anymore. ‘You and me’ had just become ‘me,’ and it had felt impossible to deal with. Now he had another ‘you’ in the equation, and Reid wanted to cling to her with all his strength. “They’ll know before it’s over,” he said, his voice soft and dark. Talking like this was making him feel tingly inside and like he wanted to fuck Harlow all over again. Winter would be dark and long, but now he had thoughts of revenge and a beautiful, powerful woman to keep him warm. He didn’t have to be alone anymore, and that was the greatest gift of all.