"I don't think you're capable of being gentle," Brooklyn said a while later. Harry rolled his eyes and twirled a piece of Brooklyn's hair around his finger.

"I am gentle," Harry said and Brooklyn looked up at him, arching an eyebrow.

"The hell you are," Brooklyn said.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "You like it, so stop complaining," he said.

"This," Brooklyn said and gently kissed Harry, "is gentle." Her hand lightly brushed over his penis. "What you just did, wasn't."

"Gentle is boring," Harry whispered and kissed Brooklyn, dragging her bottom lip through his teeth. "It's no fun."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No," Harry shrugged. "And I don't intend...