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. This chapter contains our fave nekked Detectives and a certain Harry Denby saluting while waving his penis at Diane. I warn you, this is weird.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin
Diane woke up with Harry's arm strewn across her chest. He had to be uncomfortable in that position, so she quickly and quietly slipped out of his embrace, moving his arm over his chest, only to hear a little groan coming from him. She glanced at his eyes, and carefully studied the lids to look for any movement. They fluttered open, and Diane was shocked at the change of color in them. They were the most vibrant blue she had ever seen in her life. He didn't smile at her but she ran her fingertips through his hair and brushed the stray locks off his face.
"Morning."
Harry quickly get's up and heads towards the bathroom for a shower.
"Can I join you?"
"I think one night of passion is enough for us for right now." Harry said, a brush of annoyance in his low timbre.
Diane is astonished by his reaction. He didn't complain last night.
"Diane, it was lovely, really, but I don't want this to continue."
"Why?"
"Did you sleep with Sorenson?"
Diane was taken aback.
"Who the hell told you that?"
"It doesn't matter about the source. It's besides the point, and if were going to have something going on then I want you to be honest with me. I don't want a relationship unless I know who you've slept with."
"What do you think? That I'm some perp that has all sorts of STD's?"
"Stop putting words into my mouth."
Denby stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his arms outstretched to each side of the door. He stood, in the nude, surprisingly not at all embarrassed by his nakedness. Harry wasn't at all ashamed about standing in front of her buck naked, his body highlighted by the morning sun that peeked through the curtains. He stood still for a moment, then, like a predator stalking his prey, he advanced quickly over to the bed. Diane's eyes kept wanting to stray downward, but she fought to keep them up. She didn't want to look into Harry's eyes knowing she'd find the cool reserve and also knowing that they were at the beginning of a fight. She focused her gaze on his forehead.
"Look Diane," his eye caught her gaze finally, "I meant to ask you last night about Danny, but we got caught up in the moment."
"'Caught up in the moment?' You mean that this has been on your mind since last night and you didn't tell me?"
He avoided her question obviously, and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. He got in, adjusting the water temperature. Diane glared at his figure behind the shower curtain, marched into the bathroom and shouted,
"Why the hell do you bring something up and then walk away? I want to talk about this. You brought it up, Detective Denby, finish what you started."
He jerked the shower curtain open.
"Look Diane, it was nice, it was great, hugs, kisses, get dressed, go home, I don't want to talk about this now. We'll discuss it tonight over dinner or something. As far as work is concerned, don't act any differently then the usual I-hate-Denby-he's-a-shovanistic-male-prick-with-a-severe-alcohol-problem."
With those words repeating in her ears, Diane promptly put her hand into the shower and turned the hot water on full blast, scorching the now-enraged Denby.
"Some people like it hot."
With that, she walked out of the bathroom and retrieved her clothes. He jumps out of the shower. She yanked her clothes on quickly and was out the door.
"What, no dinner?"
Denby chased after Diane, following her out into the hallway. He stood there, by the elevator in his apartment building, naked, while Diane waited for the elevator. Diane was in utter shock when Denby appeared naked beside her in the apartment hallway.
"Dear God Denby, don't have any modesty?"
"Yes! I mean, I'm quite proud of myself, despite the fact that a hang to the left a little. You weren't complaining last night."
Diane pushes Harry forcefully back into the apartment.
"Again!?"he exclaimed, "Wow, Detective Russell, you're an animal."
"Denby, yes, I slept with Danny alright? Five months ago, and it was before you and I even existed on an intimate level. You don't find me asking about all the whores you've nailed while in the narc squad! For Gods sake, I should be worried about whether or not I'm gonna get herpes from sleeping in your bed."
"Oh god, don't get your panties in a twist."
"Harry, thanks to your 'animal passion,' I no longer have panties here to wear. And those things were fifteen bucks at Victoria's Secret."
"Diane, thank you. That was all I wanted to know."
"I think you owe me an apology."
"No, I don't owe you any apologies at all, Russell."
"Damn it Denby, you're very lucky I'm not going to rip you to shreds at work today."
"What with? Your amazing verbal skills?"
"Fuck you Denby."
"Aren't you 'sposed to say, 'You prick,' or, 'You're an ass hole'? I'll see you in an hour. Adios, Captain Sexy!"
He solutes her as she climbs into the elevator, and the last image she has of that moment is him naked, giving her a military salute, while grasping his penis and making it wave at her.
Continued in Part 15.
