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Complexity

Harry threw the blue coat over his shoulder. His back already hurt, and his legs felt as if they were going to fall off in a moments notice. He walked through the men's department of Macys, the best he could afford now that he got out of rehab with basically no money whatsoever. Carrying the bag of clothes, he headed out the door.

Getting into his car, he slumped into the seat and blindly pulled out of the parking space. When the horn ripped him out of his dreamy state, and the crunch of metal completely woke him up, he surged forward and, thankfully, his seat belt was on.

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath, cursing every Saint and God he could think of, and a few he made up on the spot.

"Sir, are you alri-" A voice caught in mid sentence. "Denby, Goddamn it, this is just what I need."

"Diane, I see that your greetings have not improved."

"Shut up Harry."

He smiled grimly at her, and proceeded to crawl out of the passenger side of his car. Fuck, this was his lucky day.

Diane crossed her arms defensively when he got out of the car. Harry was not to be trusted. No one this good looking and evil could be trusted.

"Morning Diane. It's been awhile, hasn't it? I'd say...maybe 30 days or so? I've only been out of Rehab for 2 days now. Oh, and I'd like to thank you for appearing at my trial. It was a big help."

She shook her head.

"I never know when you're being sarcastic Denby."

"Yeah well, I'm just a prick like that."

He held out his hand to her and she stared at it.

"I'm calling a truce for now, Diane. Unless you can come up with a viable reason not to be friends I see no reason-"

"You just whacked the front of my car you ass hole. And unless you can find a reason for me not to pound your ass with law suites, I'll see you in court."

His expression softened.

"Diane, I still see that you don't believe I was under." She opened her mouth to say something, but he raised a hand to silence her. "I see it in your eyes. But for now that doesn't matter what you think, because no matter what you say, I was under. Let me pay for whatever the hell I did to your car, and let us try to start over by me inviting you to this little Italian restaurant I found the other day."

She bit her lip. Ahh, he broke her shell.

"I don't think so Harry-"

"It's not a date. Not at all. Let me just sit you down and talk to you. Let me explain why I am and was a prick. Fuck, pay for yourself if you feel the feminist side of you emerge."

She met his glance with hard, yet unsure eyes.

"Not a date?"

"Not a date."

"Pick me up at 8, and I will pay for myself."

"8 it is then. Bye bye Diane." He waved from the wrist like a child.

When she walked past him, he smelled her perfume. It was sweet and probably Vanilla Fields.

He pulled into her driveway with Sara Brightman playing. The lyrics were in his ear, and he had an urge to sing along. This time, he resisted. She walked out when 'Eden' started. He unlocked the door, and she hopped in smelling of Chloe perfume this time.

She didn't say anything, so he just put the car in reverse and drove off.

"Did you ever think of me as your best friend? Did I ever think of you, I'm not complaining. I never tried to feel, I never tried to feel this vibration. I never tried to reach I never tried to reach. Your eden."

The lyrics continued on, and Harry felt them from the bottom of his soul radiating out words. She glanced at Diane who sat tapping her fingers to the time of the music. She looked so beautiful...He looked back at the road.

They pulled into the quaint little cafe restaurant. Diane walked ahead of him, and waited to be seated. The were taken out to the patio, and the candlelight light the table for two nicely. He pulled out the chair for her, and she sat.

He took in his breath, steadied his heart, and sat in the Wolfs den.

She didn't eat much at the dinner. She picked at her food like a bird, and when she did eat, it was a tiny bite that she nibbled on. He, on the other hand, ate like a pig. Salad, soup, bread, pasta, and cake. He ate whatever was put in front of him. Being cooped up inside that stupid rehab center had killed him. No good food, no good people, no intelligence, no sex, no booze, no coke...Jesus, it was a wonder he was still alive.

"Harry," Diane's voice broke him out of dreamland for the second time that day. "Why did you invite me to dinner? The real reason, I don't think I can take any of your bullshit right now."

That caught him off guard. He leaned back in his chair, studying her pretty face for a bit.

"Diane, there is no easy way to answer that. Though I suppose...I suppose it could be to change your opinion of me. I know you think I'm a prick."

Diane pointed her salad fork at him and smiled.

"That's putting it mildly."

"I screwed up when I was under, that fact is clear. I didn't mean to screw you over, Diane. I let Don mess with my head, I let myself become an ass hole, and I got myself attached to you the first moment I met you. They noticed, and I had to do it Diane, I had to. I'd of blown everything If I had been a gentlemen'" he told her, making quote marks in the air. "I was a prick Diane, the shit I said to you..." He studied his hands for a moment, tracing the pattern with his eyes. "Just let it be known that I'm sorry."

Diane sat for a moment. She bit her lip, and looked at the top of Denby's head. When he did not lift his head to look at her, she drew her finger over his jaw line, marvelling at the feel of his skin. She traced her finger along his lips, put her hand behind his head, and used her other hand to tilt his head up. Leaning over the table with both hands on his face, she closed her eyes and kissed him.

She did pay for herself, but it was not in self pride, it was in the matter of unspoken understanding that he was not doing so well with money. He had been grateful that she hadn't changed her mind, but did not tell her so.

When they got to the car, he opened the door for her, and she turned to him, and, after she had blessed him with a smile from heaven, got into the car.

He played Sara Brightman again, this time choosing something less like 'Eden.'

"Requiem aeternam dona eis. Domine, et lux perpetua, Requiem aeternam, aeternam dona eis. Perpetua luceat eis. In Paradisum. Christe eleison. In Paraisdum."

She was looked like she was thinking about something. Her brow was furrowed and emotions were passing over her face, a soft breeze that altered her feelings. She seemed to come to an answer; she nodded to herself.

"Harry, instead of taking me home right away, could we got to your place? I would like to see how the infamous Harry Denby lives."

He was surprised, that she could tell, because he gripped the steering wheel tighter, and his face twitched. But he nodded.

"Sure," his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "Sure, I'm going that way anyway."

She nodded and leaned her head against Denby's shoulder.

He had a nice place. Very clean, very well put together. A cat hopped off of a black Italian silk chair to greet her and Harry. He took her coat and hung it on a rack. Then he took off his and hung it next to hers.

Harry noticed Diane glancing about the apartment. Everything from his sculptures to old Indian paintings of wolves caught her eye. But one piece in particular caught her attention.

"What is this?" He walked over to where she was pointing.

"That is a picture of a mystical land called 'The 10th Kingdom.' The authors name says just 'V. Wolf.' Interesting, isn't it?"

"Yes. And very beautiful."

"It pales in comparison to you, Diane."

He was behind her now, and his hand was resting on the small of her back. He ran his thumb up and down it, giving her a mini-massage. She leaned back into his arms, and he nuzzled her neck.

"Mmm. You smell fantastic."

His voice sent shudders through her. She turned face to face with him. He leaned in, and when she closed her eyes, his tongue fluttered over her lips. She moaned and opened her mouth, taking him in.

When Diane's hands carefully wrapped themselves around him, he thought he was dreaming. He breathed her in, getting drunk by the scent of her.

Harry's hands went to the top of her dress to find her zipper. Diane did not protest, for her mind was so boggled my the taste of him, she wanted him to take her. Him, her mortal enemy, the ultimate evil, the most handsome, sexy, intelligent man ever to roam the face of the earth... Fuck it, she would do this and sleep afterwards.

When the dress pooled around her feet, he lifted her up into his arms, and carried her over to his bed, which was over in the far corner of the room they were in. He slipped off her shoes, and she sat on the bed in only her nylons, slip, bra and panties.