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 rue the day I went to collage and took romantic literature...Oh, by the by, the poem is called In Memorian and it's by Lord Alfred Tennyson.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin
Harry pulled up closer, twining his fingers in hers. Her eyes were closed and he could just make out the ivory outline of her shoulders. Diane impaled herself on him and lunged forward, groaning. She moved, up and down, her voice quivering like music, her moans creating a symphony in his ears. He lost her outline in the shadows and gave up trying to see her.
"A hunger seized my heart; I read of that glad year which once had been, in those fallen leaves which kept their green, the noble letters of the dead. "Look in my eyes, see if I'm kidding." "Do you really think I care?""
"Diane," his rough voice was almost drowned out my their moans. Harry could smell her sex, and it's scent crawled up and engulfed him
"And strangely on the silence broke the silent-speaking words and strange was love's dumb cry defying change to test his worth; and strangely spoke."
"Yes...yes," her whisper was so soft. Denby knew how much she felt him, inside of her, but not just. His chest might have been ripped open and his heart joined up with hers. He didn't know, but he could feel her pleasure as deeply as he felt his.
"The faith, the vigor, bold to dwell on doubts that drive the coward back, and keen through wordy snares to track "God did this right? When there was darkness on the waters..." "Diane, all this putting yourself in harms way. Are we being one hundred percent honest with ourselves? And I ask in this hurried fashion because I'm planning a trip and now I'm convinced that you'd like to come." suggestion in her innermost cell."
Her thrusting on top of him was frenzied and Denby's body twitched; Diane really knew what she was doing. He vowed to have the position flipped later on, to drive her crazy with arousal.
"...And mine in this was wound, and whirled about empyreal heights of thought, and came on that which is, and caught the deep pulsations of the world."
"Harry, darling."
He growled in return. Beyond human speech, the more she clenched around him the more he wanted to bring her to the brink of mindlessness. Denby wanted her to be paralyzed with sensation and pleasure. Harry had never cared so much for a sexual partner. He honestly cared how she felt, if what he did to her was nice, and if he could improve. Dwelling on such things were not a high priority on his mind usually, but it had been a while. 6 months at least, and Diane felt so good...
"Eonian music measuring out the steps of time-the shocks of chance-the blows of death. At any trance was canceled, stricken through with doubt. I mean, how much do you care about your partner?" "Only sometimes. Often, I can't remember anything at all.""
Oh, god Diane, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry for what I said...for what I did to you. His eyes squeezed shut as the pressure became more intense and he felt the ripple of what it was wash over him and heat inside Diane. He could picture what the feeling did to her insides, curling her organs and making every inch of her shake. Oh yes, yes Diane. Keep loving me, keep loving me forever. I'm so sorry for what I said, I didn't...mean it.
"Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame in matter-molded forms of speech, or even intellect to reach through memory that which I become. "Not to quibble, perhaps you had some deeper intention, perhaps you were employing a self-motivation technique with which I am personally familiar, i.e., painting yourself in a corner.""
She built it all up; the pressure, the speed, the intensity of her movements until he thought he was about to explode from all of it. Diane's body crafted all of it, the romance, the wonder ache, everything. Harry felt a bit like a puppet that was being guided, but he didn't mind if this bliss kept up.
"So word by word, and line by line, the dead man touched me from the past, and all at once it seemed at last the living soul was flashed on mine."
Denby gripped her hips with his hands until his nuckles turned a skeleton white, and he bucked forward, draining his passion into her, while she sang his name in the throes of release. Diane ground her hands on his chest and let out an ear shattering scream as she came. He panted out her name, and she collapsed onto his chest, her skin wet and dewy.
"And sucked from the distant gloom a breeze begins to tremble o'er the large leaves of the sycamore, and fluctuate all the still perfume, and gathering freshlier overhead, rocked the full-foliaged elms, and swung the heavy-folded rose, and flung the lilies to and fro.."
Continued in Part 14.
