"...John. It's the park. It's flowers and freaking sunshine, how bad could it be?"
"Harry, there's a serial child molester wandering Chicago un-"
"Molested?"
He glared harder. "This isn't funny."
"I'll be with her the whole time! I'm taking my daughter to the fucking park!"
"No."
"Dammit John - "
"We're taking our daughter to the fucking park," he corrected. I relaxed and kissed his cheek.
"I thought you were too busy today."
"I have the feeling you'll go with or without permission, so it might as well be with the extra guards." He held me close and kissed my neck...then up towards my jaw, my ear. I moaned a little.
"Keep that up and it'll be dark before we get there."
John paused. "It's only noon."
I spun us a bit to press him up against the desk. "What's your point?"
A few rounds later - honestly, I lost track - and John straightened my clothes and we went to find Maggie. She was having a snack with Hendricks in the kitchen.
"Would you still like to go to the park, sweetheart?" I asked, kissing her on the head.
"I've been waiting foreverrrr," she dragged the word out, pouting.
"I had to convince your papa to come with us," I grinned. John actually got a little pink. I would never get tired of seeing him blush.
"Papa's coming too!" she beamed, and jumped up to hug him.
"Yes, Maggie," he smiled, lifting her up for a spin as she giggled. "Go get your shoes."
We made it to the park in fifteen minutes - to find it nearly empty. The news of the child molester had really gotten people scared. Maggie played on the swings and wandered a jungle gym as the bodyguards spread out and tried to look normal.
Maggie was never touched. But John noticed a kid struggling away from a lanky, bearded man and sent Hendricks and Jones after the pair.
The kid was wrapped around Hendricks' leg in a heartbeat, and Jones had the man on his knees, execution style. John walked over and had a chat with them.
The news that evening reported a concerned citizen, who preferred to remain anonymous, had held the molester until police arrived.
All in all, a good day. John and I got lots of sex, Maggie got meadows and bunnies and shit, and Chicago's streets were a little safer.
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Meadows and Bunnies and Shit [1/1]
He frowned. "It's too dangerous."
"...John. It's the park. It's flowers and freaking sunshine, how bad could it be?"
"Harry, there's a serial child molester wandering Chicago un-"
"Molested?"
He glared harder. "This isn't funny."
"I'll be with her the whole time! I'm taking my daughter to the fucking park!"
"No."
"Dammit John - "
"We're taking our daughter to the fucking park," he corrected. I relaxed and kissed his cheek.
"I thought you were too busy today."
"I have the feeling you'll go with or without permission, so it might as well be with the extra guards." He held me close and kissed my neck...then up towards my jaw, my ear. I moaned a little.
"Keep that up and it'll be dark before we get there."
John paused. "It's only noon."
I spun us a bit to press him up against the desk. "What's your point?"
A few rounds later - honestly, I lost track - and John straightened my clothes and we went to find Maggie. She was having a snack with Hendricks in the kitchen.
"Would you still like to go to the park, sweetheart?" I asked, kissing her on the head.
"I've been waiting foreverrrr," she dragged the word out, pouting.
"I had to convince your papa to come with us," I grinned. John actually got a little pink. I would never get tired of seeing him blush.
"Papa's coming too!" she beamed, and jumped up to hug him.
"Yes, Maggie," he smiled, lifting her up for a spin as she giggled. "Go get your shoes."
We made it to the park in fifteen minutes - to find it nearly empty. The news of the child molester had really gotten people scared. Maggie played on the swings and wandered a jungle gym as the bodyguards spread out and tried to look normal.
Maggie was never touched. But John noticed a kid struggling away from a lanky, bearded man and sent Hendricks and Jones after the pair.
The kid was wrapped around Hendricks' leg in a heartbeat, and Jones had the man on his knees, execution style. John walked over and had a chat with them.
The news that evening reported a concerned citizen, who preferred to remain anonymous, had held the molester until police arrived.
All in all, a good day. John and I got lots of sex, Maggie got meadows and bunnies and shit, and Chicago's streets were a little safer.
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)I love how Harry can't be completely fluffy in this, how there is that slight edge of molester-danger-mafia.
And the last paragraph? OP was very VERY pleased with. :) Harry certainly has his priorities straight. Well, relatively speaking that is!