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.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin
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.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin
A loud knock disrupted the couple intertwined on the floor. Harry glanced at Diane and then the door, and Diane could see a grimace fall over his features. Diane was still in her underwear, and he motioned for her to get on the couch and under the blanket. Denby stood up, and wearing only pants, opened the front door.
"It's about damn time! I've been hearing you two moan and groan for the last half hour. Just...get it on already! Hurry it the hell along or I'm coming back here with my Haagen Daas to referee. By the by Denby, you look really good without a shirt. Later."
Harry stared at the woman's retreating back in a state of shock. When she was out of sight, he closed the door and locked it with a click. Slowly, he turned around to face her, and when Diane saw him, she almost chuckled. It looked as if someone had caught him getting out of the shower.
"That's my next door neighbor, Lucky."
Diane nodded as if that explained everything, and Harry walked back to the couch, more than a little dazed. He shook his head and a small smile quirked up the corners of his lips.
"Well, we had better do what she says or we're in big trouble."
It wasn't romantic, him saying that, but she wanted him badly, and that...not so minor interruption only encouraged her to make the 'first move.'
"Now, will you take off your pants Harry? I'm really not in the mood to listen to you talk."
Harry flashed her a roguish grin and yanked on his trouser buttons. The pants came off really quickly, and they were soon both just wearing underwear. Denby crossed the room over to her, where he climbed with almost animal grace up onto to the couch next to her.
"Do you want to make love here or in the bedroom?"
"Bedroom, but you have to carry me."
"Fair enough."
Harry couldn't really make her out in the dark room, but his imagination compensated for what his eyes couldn't see. He heard the swish of the covers when she lifted them to let him in, and followed willingly. He felt her soft arms come around him, and he moulded his side to hers, and felt the warmth radiate between them. Is this what it is like to be close to someone you care about? He really didn't know for sure, but this felt like what the poets and the writers talked about.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove; Oh no! It is an ever-fix`ed mark, which looks on tempests and is never shaken..."
Harry tried desperately to remember the rest of the sonnet and Diane bathed his chest with her tongue. "...Star...every wandering bark..." Her hands worked magic over his shoulders and then through his hair... "...unknown, although his height be taken..." Her lips brushed across his nipple, tightening it... "...though rosy lips and cheeks..." Her hand guided his hand to her chest to gently cup one breast... "...love alters not with his brief hours and...and...?" She groaned when his hands gently played with her nipples, turning them into tiny pink buds... "...weeks! Yes, that's it, the word is we- oh God Diane, do that again!"
Harry grunted softly as her hands encircled his stiff penis and caressed the tip. He tried to lay still and just let her to what she would to him, but he couldn't stop his mind from going over another Shakespeare sonnet. "...My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red...If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun..." He completely forgot the rest of the verse when Diane sat on top of him.
Continued in Part 13.
