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Simplicity

AUTHOR: Amanda J Frechin.
DISCLAIMER: The usual. I don't own the characters, but I own Amanda (sound familiar?) Dez, and Kelli.
FEEDBACK: To Amanda J Frechin

Harry waited until he was sure everyone was alseep to slink down the hall to Diane's room. He banged his already sore foot on the wall, cursed it, and then silenced himself. Gripping the wall for support, he hopped to Diane's door and knocked quietly.

No answer. So, he knocked again. From somewhere in the room, Harry thought he could hear a sleepy mumble coming from Diane. He pulled on the doornob a little, and was surprised to find that it gave way; she hadn't locked it.

Denby slid along her wall this time, being sure not to wake her yet. She just groaned, not at all aware of the presence in her room. In the moonlight, he could see her outline, like an ivory shadow, and he smiled. Diane would never know exactly what she did to him. Hell, he had always wanted her attention, it must have been apparent in the bar, but he never actually believed that she could or would humor him.

"Diane?" he whispered into the darkness.

Another mumble. Harry hopped over to the bed to peer down at her. She was wrapped up in her blanket, snoring softly into the pillow. Harry grinned, his teeth shining fiercly in the dark void of the room. It smelled slightly musky, hinted with layers of dust, and Harry's alergies kicked in. He sneezed, not too loud but loud enough to jerk Diane awake.

"What the hell? Who's there?" Her voice was a little panicked, and he had a feeling that she was going to try to reach for her gun, which he had taken when Don had showed up.

"It's just me!" His voice was more harsh then he intended it to be.

"Harry?!" Her voice sounded almost dubious. "What the hell are you doing here? Get out!"

"No," he said stubbornly. "I want to talk to you."

He plopped himself down on her bed and the whole thing bounced up and down, the springs creaking in a suspicious noise. Diane coughed, and even in the dark, he could see her glare blazing into his eyes.

"There's nothing to talk about. Go back to bed."

"Gladly," Harry pounded his head on the pillow next to hers and he heard Diane sigh agitatedly. "Now let's talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" Diane was resigned to listen.

"I want to talk to you about Don Kirkendall."

Diane groaned and slapped a hand over her forehead.

"What about him?"

"I was hired to kill him by Internal, so I went under and made him think that I was going to kill Jill. Everything was going swimmingly, until you came in it, and then, post-negotiation, Don desides that you have to hit the gates of heaven too. To make a long story short, I 'agreed,' but then we got involved."

"And you're kinda stuck in the middle once Don found out- I'm assuming he did?"

"Yes, he had us tailed. Apparently, he did trust me."

Diane snorted.

"Can't blame him."

Harry gave her the glare that she had kept trained on him for the last day.

"Well, I lied to him and said that I was quote 'fucking you so it wouldn't look like a hit'. There you have it. And now, we're here, wherever here is."

"Well, we're either dead, dreaming, or really here."

"Yes," Harry said, but he really wasn't listening, for he was fondeling a silky strand of her hair. Diane was finding it hard to concentrate with him hovering slightly above her, entranced with her hair.

"Do you forgive me, yet again?"

"Maybe," Diane said, keeping her voice vague. Harry growled low in his throat, taking that as a yes, and dragged her closer to him, planting his mouth firmly on hers, swiping his tongue in and out in sweeping, circular motions. Diane clutched his shirt and kissed him back, having missed the feel of him like hell.

"God, do you know what you do to me?"

"I have an idea," Diane replied, drawing her legs up.

"Diane, can I tell you something?"

"Sure," she said, kissing the sharp line of his jaw.

"I love you."

"..."

She didn't even gasp, just kept kissing him, silent. Harry pulled away from her.

"You know, I would be satisfied with a 'that's nice.' I can't stand you not saying anything."

"If it help, I love you too. I thought you already knew that."

"Well, if I didn't, I was just informed. Ready to be worn out?"

"Yes, oh waving penis man."

Harry giggled, and leaned in for another kiss.

Continued in Part 20.