Harry had meant to simply retrieve a blanket from the bedroom so they could snuggle by the fire. Who was he kidding? He wanted much more from her. It gnawed at him like a hunger. He didn't know how or when to touch Diane again after what she said, and he thought if he could just hold her and keep her warm that would be enough. In the darkness, he pulled the softest of his wool blankets from the cedar chest in the corner.

Then she appeared.

She was framed in the light of the doorway, walking toward him, silent as mist. As she came, he dropped the blanket and wrapped his arms around her, nearly lifting her off of the floor. He felt her pulse quicken as he kissed her neck, and as he returned to her mouth he asked, "What do you want, Diane?"

She held onto him desperatley, clinging to his shirt as if she were about to drown. "I want...." she whispered as she kissed him, "I want... I need you to..." Her words wouldn't come and she clung to him with her head to his chest.

Harry backed her to the edge of the bed and sat her down, giving her a very long, slow, deep kiss. Then he knelt in front of her with his hands wrapped around her waist. She slid her hands up into his hair and pulled him closer, "I want you to...." she hesitated again, struggling to speak.

"Shhhh, Diane," he said quietly, letting his lips drift across her eyelids. Taking her hands in his own, he brought them across his mouth and down the sides of his face. "Show me."