Harry/Susan
“More,” Susan laughed, clutching tight to Harry’s back. “More, please!”
Harry laughed as well and twisted the throttle of his bike, flying down the crooked roads out in the middle of the countryside they were exploring.
It was dark, past midnight, but if Susan wanted more then Harry would happily give her more.
Susan screamed in Harry’s ear, exhilarated by the speed of which they were driving and it made Harry’s blood pump in pure adrenaline and pleasure.
When they finally parked the bike and Harry had Susan spread out freely on the ground, just in the woods that offered privacy, Susan looked up and touched Harry’s face softly.
“More,” she whispered.
So Harry gave her more.
Harry would do anything for Susan. She had seen him at his lowest, cheered him on at his highest.
If Susan asked for the very soul inside of him, he would give it to her.
Harry would give her everything he had-
His happiness.
His body.
His love.
His freedom.
And it would never be enough for either of them.
As long as they were together, no touch was long enough, no speed was fast enough.
Susan was Harry’s little rebel and if she wanted more then he was damn sure going to give it to her.