Simplicity
AUTHOR: Amanda J Frechin.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own the characters from NYPD Blue, but I own Amanda (sound familiar?) Dez, and Kelli. I give away a lot of the plot in "The Green Mile..." and some of the quotes may be off.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin
Harry and Diane sat together during "The Green Mile," thinking. Harry had brought out his copy, never before seen by either of them, and still in it's wrap, after Diane had said something about Tom Hanks. Gary Sinise was in this as well, he had a small part, and Diane was having flashbacks of "Apollo 13," and "Forrest Gump." The second half of the film was depressing beyond belief, and Diane sobbed into Harry's white shirt. He, in turn, held her close and felt his eyes tear. Jesus, it had been a long time since he had cried at a film. The last movie was "East is East."
They watched in horror as John Coffey, (the same as the drink but spelled differently) told Paul by grabbing his hand and giving him some of his 'curse' that he was not a murderer, but a miracle of healing. They cried outright when he told Tom Hanks character not to put the hood on his head when he was electrocuted.
"Boss, please boss. I'm afraid of the dark sometimes."
They gasped when Mr. Jingles appeared, the damn mouse refusing to die, 65 years after dying and being brought to life by John.
"I'm 108 years old. I was 44 when John Coffey took his walk down the Green Mile."
Their mouths hanging open in shock, they held each other's hands, in awe of the miracle of movies. Afterwards, glowing in the aftermath of what had to be one of the bests films ever made, they snuggled up deep within the blankets, and Diane rested her head on Harry's chest.
"I can't believe that movie."
"Yes, it was incredible wasn't it." Harry's voice was a hushed whisper, and Diane felt him playing with her hair with trembling hands.
She sat up, gazing into his eyes and saw the remitments of tears there. She leaned forward, no longer content with this position of just holding each other. She wanted to feel his lips again, this time without the sick taste of Scotch. She wanted to swirl her tongue inside of his mouth and feel the vibrations of his moans in her ears and mouth. She wanted to make love to him until they wept and no longer thought of this damn movie, incredible as it was. Harry saw that in her eyes and locked his arms around her frame. He didn't protest or encourage her, knowing that this time she needed to make her own move, not to be cajoled into kissing him by some information about her ex-partner.
She closed her mouth on his, gently nibbling his lips, and he finally did encourage her. He encouraged her by kissing her back with enough erotic passion to drive her insane. This man must have invented arousal. She slowly reached up and cupped his face in her hands, and Diane could feel the dark stubble of 5 o'clock shadow piercing into her skin. She moaned into his face, loving him to death and forever when he opened his mouth to her probing tongue.
"Yes, yes..." she whispered softly when she pulled away for a moment to get air. She saw his look, the tense, soul piercing look that only Harry Denby did best, only this time he wasn't trying to get inside her head. No, Diane figured, this time he was aching to get inside her pants. And she was sure as hell going to let him.
Continued in Part 11.
