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Complexity

After they had drilled Wills about the murder of his wife, Denby and Russell walked out of the room stressed. After that last night, things were bound to be tense, especially with Andy hanging around them and making sure they did nothing that wasn't professional.

Andy's dislike...hate for Harry was evident and he made no attempt to hide it. He glared at him in the hall, made effort to come into rough physical contact with him and didn't speak.

When the whole trying day was over, Harry approached Diane in the lockers.

"Diane, would you like to come over for dinner? Discuss our 'victories' of the day?" This time his sarcasm was polite and cute.

She sighed and slammed her locker shut. Leaning against it, she faced him with exhaustion on her face.

"Harry, I'm sorry but I'm really tired and need to think things through. Last night was wonderful, but things can't move at that pace. I'm just not up to the emotional stamina that it doesn't take to have a fuck-buddie relationship."

Harry grasped her hand in his, playing with her knuckles and distracting her from her train of thought. When she looked into his eyes, she got mental pictures of him laying in bed, aroused and staring at her body across the room, beckoning her to his side.

"Diane, that's not the relationship I want. I thought you knew that. I just wanted to know if you would like to come over and split some salad and maybe wine-" he stopped for a moment. "Well, given both of our pasts, maybe not wine. Just to relax and find out more about each other. Last night at dinner was great and so was the sex, but I want to know everything about you. I want to know," he said, drawing in closer. "every little thought that goes through that pretty head of yours." And closer. "What you dream about in bed at night." And even closer. "The first boy who broke your heart and how much you really cared about him."

Finally, he stopped moving. His face was close enough to where she could feel his breath on her face. He flicked his eyes closed and leaned in to kiss her. She let him and kissed him back. When they broke apart, he smiled at her, an old Denby smile, and a glint of mischief in his mood eyes.

"I want to know what my kiss does to you."

Diane couldn't go to his house that night, she had told him. She was much too worn out. Okay, he could understand that. But his body ached for her. He had truly meant what he had said to her. He wanted to know every detail about her thoughts and feelings. He wanted to know her; Diane.

He drove home from the precinct slowly. After pulling into his driveway and almost forgetting to put the parking break on, he climbed up the meagre two stairs to his apartment; 22B.

When he opened the door, his ever faithful cat, Virginia, trotted up to him, expecting her nightly treat of tuna and a good petting session. But the only thing Harry wanted to pet was Diane.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, he settled in on the couch to read the latest book he had checked out, "What Dreams May Come." He hadn't seen the movie so the thing wasn't that predictable.

A sharp knock on the door several hours later jerked him out of the novel. He cursed under his breath, wondering who would disturb him at...2:00 in the morning.

To say the least he was surprised when he found Diane at his door. He stared for a moment before her voice knocked him out of his haze.

"Are you going to let me in or do we have to have a...what do you call it? Ah, yes a priori."

He let a half-assed smile flicker onto his face.

"No Diane, we don't have to have one for the orgasms I experienced by your hands will cover you and any...exchanges or favours for a good year or two."

She blushed a little at the mention of the orgasms. There had been many of them, in fact. He knew for a fact that she had came at least three times.

But she didn't let the subject of sex, orgasms or priories linger. Instead, she slipped into the room and shook off her coat.

"I've been thinking about you for the last couple hours or so. What you said."

She paused for a moment, giving the desired affect.

"And I realized....I realized that I don't want to stay at home, alone, in bed thinking about you. I want to be here, with you, having sex or talking or whatever the hell it is normal people do in a relationship."

He studied her for a second, and then walked back over to the couch. When he sat down on it, he offered her a remark.

"Now now Diane, I never did stake a claim at being normal."

She smiled to herself. Then setting the coat down that she held in her arms on the table, she walked over to him.

"Denby?"

"Yes?"

"Shut the fuck up and hold me or get me a drink."

"Yes sir."

Diane and Harry sat before a fireplace with a small pasta salad Harry had in the fridge and some 'candy wine' as Harry called it. They both only allowed each other half a glass.

Harry found himself even more fascinated with Diane as their 'relationship' (if you could call it that) progressed. The sex part had been easy; now came the difficulties. He wanted to know Diane, and when he first met her, thought he did. Now he was finding that this woman before him was just a sarcophagus; there were many layers to the beautiful Diane Russell.

The firelight was catching the auburn highlights in her mass of curly hair, and it glittered there, making Harry want to photograph it. She wore flannel pyjama bottoms and a black top. She was laid out directly in front of the fire so it warmed her back and he was stretched out so he could face her, the fire warming his face.

They spoke about nothing and anything at all; weather, family, politics and holidays. Denby hadn't had much 'holiday spirit' growing up though Diane had. Her family was rich and had lavish parties and the gifts were as well. But her memories were not happy, the majority of them anyway.

He enjoyed the lovely manner in which she smiled and was a bit taken aback when she asked him to take off his shirt. But he obliged, and she scooted over to his backside, adjusting their positions so their backs were both to the fire.

She urged him to lay on his stomach on the carpet and he did, sighing like a contented cat when she grabbed some hand lotion off the nearby coffee table and rubbed it into the warm skin of his back.

"I wish you would do this more often."

"Harry, how long have we been intimate?"

"Maybe two days."

"Right."

She first ran her hands lightly over his skin, raking the nails gently at his lower neck. Then she began massaging in slow circles with her palms.

"You're not as tense as I thought you would be."

"You relax me."

His voice was soft and it seemed almost faint. She did relax him. His back was smooth and fragrant from the lotion, and her hands glided easily over his muscles and soft skin. Leaning forward, she first kissed his hair and neck then pressed down to pop his back. He grunted in reply, his vocal skills gone from her gentle ministrations.

She massaged deeply for the next few minutes, brushing over his skin with more force as she got to know what he liked and responded to. And responded he did, he kept squirming and after a while reached down to adjust himself. She smiled to herself a little, then got off his butt to kiss him.

When he rolled onto his side dragging her with her, she curled her hands into his hair and gave his scalp a nice rub. He sighed again and closed his eyes. She worked mindlessly for a few minutes until she became aware of the soft steady breathing coming from him.

Stopping, she laid down as close to him as she could get and went to sleep beside her sleeping lover.

Diane woke up with a small kink in her back. She soon realized why. She was in the spoon position with Harry and suspected that she had been all night. With great pleasure, she found that she was the only one awake and therefore she could study him while he slept.

After she crawled out of his embrace, she found that he slept peacefully, his arms at his sides where she put them, and a small smile on his handsome face. It was only know that Diane realized how truly beautiful Harry could be; inside and out.

If only he would let the good side show, she thought. She had learned that after his ex-wife Rossy had left him and taken the two kids that he had let himself go. Kind of like how she did before she met Bobby. Only he didn't have someone like Bobby to pull himself out of the mess. She corrected that thought; no, he had her, Diane.

He sighed in his sleep, something he did without thinking in the day as well. It had always caused her heart to jump and this was no exception. Without thinking, she leaned in and caught his sleeping mouth with her own, and kissed him awake.

When he did wake, it took him a moment to distinguish what was happening. After he did though, he groaned low in his throat and wrapped his strong arms around her.

"Mmm, what a pleasant way to wake up." He smiled at her when they broke apart.

She grinned cheekily at him and cuffed his head.

"I thought you might like it."

"I can think of something I would like even more, you know."

"Oh, really? What's that?"

He grinned and flipped her over without warning onto her back. After giving her the sexiest look she had ever seen in her life, he ripped off her shirt.

"So...Diane? How do you feel about....sex?"

"Hmmm....I really can't say. If it's between you and I then I'll have to say..."

"Yes?"

"Fuck me before we got to work."

"You wish is my command, milady."

He kissed his way from her mouth to toes with restrained urgency. She groaned when his tongue flicked out of his mouth at choice spots. She grabbed his head and clutched it to her when he flick/kissed over her labia and then her clitoris.

He lingered there for a few minutes, teasing her to the brink of climax and then stopping. She was begging for it this time, panting and writhing all over the floor.

"Please Denby, I w-want you inside of me now!"

Diane would beg and plead put never would he draw himself up to enter her. It was hard as hell for him as well; he thought he was going to explode inside of his pants. He drew himself up finally just to get the damn things off, and she reached for him.

He froze dead when she started to fondle him. After a beat, he closed his eyes, and leaned into her touch. She got up from the floor to give him the same delicious torture he gave her.

God willing, when her perfect lips closed over him, how he wanted to come in her mouth. But he restrained himself from it, knowing that he wanted to be inside of her for it and wouldn't have time to do it again.

He stopped her when it became too much and hoisted her on top of him. She rubbed his shaft against her for a second, her eyes becoming glassy and then closing from the feeling.

With one downward thrust, he was inside of her. God, she was so tight and perfect. He thought that the pleasure would diminish after he made love to her at least once, but he was wrong. Gloriously wrong.

He thrust upward against her heated downward strokes, and the upside of his penis grazed her most sensitive spot. She threw her head back and cried out, and he knew she was at the door to coming. A few more upward strokes and she was going to be lost.

He flipped her over, wanting to be on top to deepen the pleasure. She wrapped her slender legs around him and welcomed it. She clawed at his back when he slowed the pace down, wanting to tease her. But when he resumed, he put everything into making her scream when she came.

She felt it begin at the pit of her stomach and travel down to her womb. When her orgasm rocked her, she was completely oblivious to the sweet agony of his. She ground her hips up and rode it out for all it was worth.

It was over, they smiled at each other, and to Denby's surprise, it hadn't taken that long and she hopped up to take a much needed shower.

But before the door to the bathroom closed, she turned her head and winked provocatively at him.