Continuing your silent treatment you pulled your hair back into a ponytail, prepared to wash off your makeup.
                          
"Please," you heard Harry add.
                          
Slamming your hands against the vanity, you let out a breath, followed by a frustrated growl.
                          
"Okay, fine, I'm pissed off!"
                          
"About tonight," he said.
                          
"About every night!" you yelled. "Every fucking night you have something to do, or some place to be."
                          
"Babe, I told you I'd be busy for the next month-"
                          
"I know you did!" you glared at him. "But I didn't know it would make me feel this way."
                          
Harry blew a breath through his nose, leaning against the door frame.
                          
"I'm lonely, Harry," you whined. "So fucking lonely. And I hate it. I hate feeling like this."
                          
Harry pursed his lips. "Come downstairs with me. We'll watch a bit of TV while I eat this delicious meal you made."
                          
"I'm not in the mood," you scoffed.
                          
"What do you want me to do?" he asked. "I've got a lot going on right now."
                          
"I know," you held up your hands. "And it's not really your fault. It's me. It's always me."
                          
Your last sentence was said in a near whisper as you turned on the faucet and splashed water on your face. Your resistance to talk was understood, and Harry shook his head before leaving the room.
                          
You scrubbed your face hard, making sure every trace of of makeup was removed. When you splashed water on it again, you noticed the tears. You leaned over the sink crying, your shoulders shaking. You silently wished you'd hear Harry's footsteps, returning to the bedroom. But when you heard noise of the television downstairs, you knew he wasn't coming.
                          
Clearing your throat, you crossed the bedroom again to the dresser. Pulling open a drawer, you grabbed your swimsuit and put it on.
                          
When you came down the stairs, Harry was stretched out on the sofa, his legs propped up on the ottoman, a plate of food in his lap. He pulled his gaze from the television long enough to see you walk behind him, heading for the glass doors that led to the patio.
                          
"I thought you were going to bed," he said, muting the TV.
                          
"Changed my mind," you muttered. "Going for a swim."
                          
You gave him no chance to retort before you flipped on the switch and shut the door behind you. The lights outside illuminated the deck, giving it a warm glow. The pool lights shown under the water, making it look inviting and serene.
                          
Dipping your toe in, you tested the temperature. It was warm, but not too warm. You stepped into the pool, sinking down until the water covered your shoulders. Then dunking your head under, you swam to the other side, not lifting your head until you'd reached it.
                          
Back and forth you swam, the tension in your body releasing with every stroke. Taking a rest, you bobbed in the water, turning your head to see Harry standing on the other side of the glass doors. He was watching you, his forearm pressed against the glass above his head. If you weren't so mad at him, you would have found it erotic. Licking your lips, you were prepared to smile at him, but instead he backed away from the glass, turning back toward the living room.
                          
Your frustration returning, you swam a few more laps until you were nearly out of breath, stopping at one of the jets near the steps at the side of the pool. You ran your hand in front of it, allowing the pressure to push it away. Then moving your body next to it, you let the jet blow against your chest before rising up so that it hit your pubic bone. With one gentle movement, it hit you between the legs and you bit your lip, your eyelids fluttering closed.
                          
Gripping the edge of the pool, you lifted your knees, allowing them to balance you against the side of the pool. Bouncing gently, the jet stream hit you in just the rhythm you wanted. Leaning your head back, the water wetting the back of your hair, you began to move faster, small gasps of air rising up from your throat.
                          
"Oh!" you exclaimed, the sensation building in your core.
                          
Wanting to feel the friction raw, you pushed your bikini bottom to the side, letting the water hit your clit.
                          
"Oh...Harry..." you moaned. "I miss you so much."
                          
"I miss you too, baby," you heard a voice say.
                          
Alarmed and embarrassed, you adjusted yourself, lowering your legs. Harry stood in the door frame, his swim trunks on, his chest bare.
                          
"Wh-what?" you stammered. "You were watching me?"
                          
"Yeah," Harry licked his bottom lip before closing the door behind him and stepping to the side of the pool. "Don't stop. That was really sexy."
                          
You shook your head, grateful that the semi-darkness hid the color on your cheeks. You pulled yourself out of the water, dripping wet.
                          
"Shit, I forgot a towel," you muttered, trying your best to squeeze your hair dry.
                          
"C'mere," Harry insisted in a low tone.
                          
You blinked, looking up at him. When you didn't budge, he raised his eyebrows and gestured for you to come to him. Standing a few inches from him, he grabbed your hands pulling you closer.
                          
"Baby, I'm sorry," he declared, looking into your eyes.
                          
You lowered your head. "It's okay."
                          
"No, it's not. You're not okay. I've been so busy, I've forgotten how important it is that we spend time alone."
                          
"I don't want you mad at me, Harry," you whispered. "I just miss-"
                          
Harry stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips. "Shh. I know."
                          
Sliding his hands under your ears and drying a drop of water from your cheek with his thumb, he kissed you tenderly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your wet body getting his damp, though he didn't seem to mind in the least. Melting into the kiss, you pressed into him, dipping your tongue inside his mouth to meet his. His fingers finding the ties of your bikini bottoms, he tugged gently. You giggled against his lips before pulling back to look at him.
                          
"What are you doing?" you asked.
                          
"Thought I'd finish what you started," he remarked with a smirk.
                          
"Here?"
                          
"Why not?"
                          
Biting your lip, you shrugged. Harry took your hand, guiding you back to the pool. You stopped at the top of the steps, watching him dive in. When he came back up, he swam to you, circling his arms around your legs.
                          
"Sit down, my love," he insisted.
                          
With a hesitant grin, you sat at the edge of the pool. Harry gingerly opened your legs, completing his task of untying your bathing suit. It fell loose beneath you on the concrete, exposing you completely. Looking up at you once more, Harry lowered his body into the pool, threading his arms around your thighs and pulling him against his mouth.
                          
You cried out as soon as his tongue met your clit, still aroused from your solo activity. You tried to catch your breath, grabbing hold of his hair. He moved in circles and other various shapes, up and down, side to side. You moaned his name several times under your breath, not wanting to come just yet, but equally wanting to come so badly it hurt.
                          
Capturing your clit between his lips, Harry hummed against you, making your entire body quiver. Then ever so gently tapping you with his tongue, you began to feel the tremble in your stomach. With one more lick up your slit, you couldn't take it any longer.
                          
"Holy shit!" you cried, grasping at his curls.
                          
Harry didn't lift his head until your orgasm had completely ripped through you and you were left shaking. Licking his lips, he smiled at you, releasing your thighs and running his hands down your legs.
                          
"Still miss me, baby?" he asked.
                          
You nodded, your breaths slowly evening out.
                          
"More than ever."
                          
Harry chuckled, lightly kissing the insides of your thighs. "Good."