The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 51 - Post Sex Situations

It was all perfectly still.

The world was just... stopped. I wasn't sure if I was dazed, could you call it a post-sex... stupefaction?

I could hear his heavy breathing, long after our first time in bed together. It was the only sound that filled the room; it masked the sound of my faint breaths. I wasn't really in a talkative mood; I'm pretty sure our bodies said more than enough, and much clearer than words ever could.

We had been lying in bed for hours, and I felt exhausted in every way imaginable. I wasn't even sure if it was dark out, or what day it was, hell, I hardly remembered how I even got to Harry's.

When his body took over mine, he took over my mind as well.

I rolled out of bed, finally needing to try to put my head on straight. I staggered. I moved and felt how odd my body was after sex, so I walked to his bathroom. I handled myself, gazing at the grungy white tile, the way his razor was perched on the sink and how his toothbrush was in a green case to keep it clean. I didn't see a brush for that messy hair of his. It made me smile a bit. Before I left I grabbed a T shirt that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door to cover myself.

I walked out and found him up too in his boxers, but he was stripping the sheets.

"Oh God," I was mortified at the sight of a small amount of blood.

"Hey, it's fine," he smiled, shockingly reassuringly with no hint of sarcasm. 'It's kind of expected." I just stared down at my feet. He came over and tipped my head up. "Don't worry about it." He kissed me and my hands went to his hips, kissing him back happily.

He looked so damn good, together. He didn't seem scrambled, was it only me? If it was, was that wrong? Maybe sex was just... once you do it, you don't get as dazed and lost afterwards? Or was I just awful and didn't... mesmerize him as he had me?

"Was I bad?" I squeaked, my head against his chest now.

He laughed. "No, why would you think that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Dot, you were perfect, it was your first time. Your body was so fucking tight," he moaned out, not shy at all. I blushed.

"Is that good?"

"That's amazing."

"Really?"

He nodded. "You were different, I don't know how to explain it."

"A bad different?"

"No, no, no," he shook his head and tugged me into him, moving me closer. "Your body took me off guard, it's why I didn't last as long as I had expected."

"Oh so I didn't get the full treatment?"

He leaned into my ear with a smirk. "Wait till you're not sore." He squeezed my behind and smacked it, walking out of the room with the sheets. I flushed and felt my stomach bubble with excitement. Sex would become a regular part of our relationship now? Is that what I even wanted? Were we at that place?

The ultimate question: why the hell did sex bring up so many questions?

I pulled on his boxers; since my underwear was not up to par. I heard the roar of his washing machine, thankful those sheets were being scrubbed.

"Well look at you, help yourself." He smirked, seeing me in his clothes. I smiled.

"I did, don't worry. Are you as hungry as I am?" he nodded and I hopped out of bed. We went to his kitchen and started digging around. "You have no food.'