Category: Romance / Romance

Rating: verging on NC-17

Summary: Harm and Dianne finally give in.

Author's Notes: I'm mostly a Mac/Harm shipper, but I felt the need to go here.

Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Enough said.

We dismiss our needs during the day, but at night we give in to them , when the opportunity shows itself.

Your fingers are small, but long. They wrap themselves amongst my own calloused fingers. Calloused they may be, but you do not complain. Neither of us acknowledge our connection as we watch the movie. I don't see any of it and I know you don't either. I lean over and whisper something in your ear, causing our silence to break into fits of infectious laughter. It is followed by a comfortable silence, where you lay your head on my chest.

Finally, you're asleep. I let the breath I wasn't aware I was holding go. I listen to your soft breaths as you sleep. The temptation to touch you in an inappropriate way has been almost overpowering. I wrap my muscled arms around you and run my large hands over the delicate small of your back, then I smilingly kiss the top of your head. ' You are so beautiful.' I pause with realization. 'Yes, Dianne Schnoke is beautiful.' You shift and I freeze and pray that you go back to sleep. I pull you closer, you exhale and fall back into your dreams.

I live for nights like these, where we quit fighting what we both know. We sit in front of the TV. I reach out and take his hand in mine. His fingers are calloused with use and time. They are not worn, though. They are soft in my palm. Softer than most would think was proper for a man. I think he uses lotion. He uses it, because he prefers smooth to rough. My kind of guy.

We don't acknowledge the fact that we're fraternizing , breaking the regs. Seriously, I don't care. Neither does he.

He leans over and whispers something softly into my ear. I can't help, but laugh. He laughs with me. We fall into a companionable silence. I tiredly lay my head on his solid chest. As my consciousness fades I could swear I feel Harm's arms around me. He gently kisses the top of my head. A small smile plays on my lips. I shift in limbo between wakefulness and sleep. He tenses under me. I still. He relaxes. He pulls me closer and I exhale in complete bliss. His gentle, steady heartbeat lulls me back to my dreams, where our feelings are common knowledge.

'How can one creature be so beautiful,' Harm asks himself. He lightly traces the seam of her lips with his thumb. He memorizes her every feature.

" I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are without ruining your life," I whispered quietly. I took in everything. From your eyelids, that concealed such stunning eyes, your soft cheeks free of make up and flushed from your earlier laughing. The one particular feature that has my attention are your full, delectable, red lips. I run an affectionate thumb over your lips.

I couldn't get back to the sleep, so I decided to just bask in the feeling of complete peace. I feel your gentle thumb graze my lips lovingly. I'd heard what you had just said to me. ' I wish you could, too.'

You carefully brushes my bangs from my fluttering eyes. You're still caressing my lips. I slowly draw your thumb into my mouth. I hear you gasp as my tongue in an agonizingly slow manner circles your thumb. I slide my mouth up and down the shaft of your thumb.

'Dianne', I think to myself.' why do I love you?' He brushed the bangs from her fluttering eyes, carefully. ' Because you're mine to love.'

I can't help myself. I love your lips. I continue to caress their fullness. I can tell you're not asleep and that you haven't been for awhile. I barely feel you bite the back of your bottom lip slightly, I gasp, completely surprised when you part your silky lips and take my thumb into your warm, wet mouth. That reminds me of another set of lips that I would love to part for me.

I bite my lower lip firmly, as your tongue goes in circles around and around my thumb. My breathing is ragged now. Your mouth slides up and down the length of my thumb. My pants are getting unbearably tight.

I feel you slowly disengage your mouth from my thumb and stare at me. I take the released thumb and put it in my mouth tasting your flavor, tasting you.

You're biting your lip now, to keep back the groans and moans dwelling at the back of your throat. Your breathing is fast and harsh. I can see and feel that your pants are getting tight.

I hesitantly take my mouth away from your delectable thumb and watch your reaction. I'm taken aback when you say absolutely nothing and simply put your thumb in your mouth. Your eyes close as if you're tasting the sweetest chocolate. You open your eyes once again, my breath catches at their color, because now they are no longer blue, but they are now gray and foggy with desire.

' She is stunning,' I think to myself, dazedly. Her eyes are searching mine for a response.' I don't know how long I can put off making love to her. I'm not sure how long I want to. I don't if I can keep putting off caressing her lush and numerous curves, exploring her every crevice, kissing every inch of her, becoming one with her. Us breathing as one, our hearts beating in sync, our blood pumping in perfect harmony, our souls dancing together, us becoming one entity. I can't survive much longer like this.

'Over the years Harm and I have developed a kind of connection. Since we've gotten together it has become almost telepathic. I heard him think of making love to me. The funny thing is I've never made love before, just had sex. Once I thought I'd made love, but came to find out you're only making love when you're having "sex" with someone you love and someone who loves you back, which apparently wasn't the case seeing as I found him in bed with my ex-best friend, Coral.

I think about it, too. It doesn't bother me that we haven't yet. I know this is a really serious thing to Harm and I respect that. I think it's kind of romantic, too. Harm loves me, that I know, and I definitely, without a doubt love him too. When the time comes for us to come together we will. I feel that the time's coming soon.'

I lean over and apply a chaste kiss to your sweet lips. I painfully pull back and run a light finger over your hypersensitive neck. You lay your head back, baring your delicate neck to me. I get onto my knees behind you and touch my loving lips to your graceful neck. You almost forget to breathe. I gently kiss, suckle, nibble, tease, and caress your bare neck with my affectionate mouth. I can hear you softly moan my name.

" Harm." Now you're whimpering. Your voice is husky with need and desire. Both conveyed in the quiet whisper. It sounds, beautiful coming from you. I feel your hand bracing my neck in its current position, a sign that this is where you want my mouth.

You leans over a give me a chaste, but sweet kiss. I see you do it as if it pains you to pull away. Just as you pull away you run a long, narrow finger up and down what you know is my oversensitive neck. I try to resist, but give in as you continue your ministrations. I lay my head back revealing my neck to you. I see you get on your knees behind me from my peripheral view. You adoringly touch your lips to my neck. As you do this, I forget the need to breathe. You, with as much care as you've ever shown, kiss, suckle, nibble, tease, and caress my naked nape with your smoldering lips. I can't help, but moan your name when you find the most sensitive part of my already sensitive neck. I can no longer do anything, but moan and whimper. I have lost the ability to speak. I put my small hand on the soft skin of your neck to signal that I want your mouth exactly where it is, on that spot right under my right ear.

I can't see your face, but I know you're flushed with a fine sheen sweat on your forehead. I wrap my long arm around your stomach, grasping the place just under your breasts. They are tender beneath my caring stroke. You hiss as my fingers graze your aching nipples through the thin material of your sweater.

You can't see my face as I'm turned away from you. I refuse to let you see the way you're affecting me. I'm flushed with a fine sheen of sweat on my forehead. I feel you wrap one of your strong arms around my abdomen, hooking your fingers on my side just under my breast. My breasts are so fragile under you loving fingers. I hiss when your fingers brush my starving nipples over the thin fabric of my cotton sweater. I'd swear you do this to me out of spite.

I bet you think I do this to you out of spite. I don't, really. I do it, because I know you want me to. You just won't admit it, even to yourself. With my left hand I clasp your own and bring it to my lips. I kiss each of your fingertips, then your fingers, your palm, and down to your wrist. Your skin is smoldering under my cool kiss.

I know you don't do this out of spite. I know you do it, because even though I won't say so, that I want you to. Suddenly, I feel you grip my hand in yours and bring it to your refreshing lips. You kiss my fingertips, my fingers, my palm, and then slowly my wrist. I could swear my temperature went up quite a few degrees in the space of a few seconds. My skin is burning in contrast to your wet kiss. I inhale sharply as your tongue flickered between your lips at a teasing pace until it touched the sweltering heat of my wrist.

She's letting her guard down for me, that's a privilege I want to make sure I deserve. She's not afraid of letting me hear her quick inhalation of breath as my tongue sweeps across the sizzling expanse of skin, slowly, teasingly.

Your temperature just went up a few degrees. My lips on your hand is like ice on a feverish face. You inhale quickly at the sharp contact of my damp tongue on your searing hot skin.

I relieve the unspoken longing you had for my mouth against your skin again. My slick mouth, slides up and down, from the bend of your elbow to the palm of your hand. Your eyes follow my every movement like an owl at night. Now you're breathing through your mouth and are even more flushed. I can sense that familiar hunger in your eyes and am sure it's reflected back in my own. This is farther than we've ever gone before. Tonight I'm prepared to go all the way, but I don't know if you are.

I don't know how you knew. It was driving me crazy when you moved your mouth away from my neck. You tasted me from the bend of my elbow to the palm of my hand, your teeth scraping my damp flesh. My eyes follow every one of your actions like a hawk. I can't breath normally. I have to breathe through my mouth and I'm positive that I've somehow managed to become more flushed. I see the look of complete love and desire in your eyes and I know it's in my eyes too. You know as well as I do that this is farther than we've ever been before. Tonight, I'm ready to go all the way and I can see that you are too. You don't know if I'm ready, it shows on your face. To answer your silent question I give you a passionate kiss on your warm lips. You wrap your arms around my waist and pull me to you.

You must see the indecision on my face, because you kiss away any hesitation or doubt in my mind. Unwilling to break our embrace, I envelop you in my arms and pull you close to me, your legs wrapping around my waist.

We're so close to each other that our breaths mingle, our eyes lock, and time seems to almost stop for us. You lean forward and I meet you in the middle for a loving kiss.

We break away breathlessly.

" I love you," I whisper with conviction. Your response is unhesitant and immediate.

" I love you too." A grin breaks out on my face.

Before my next breath were on the floor, hands clasped, lips melded together. She lay beneath me, her body positively thrumming in desire, it coursing boldly through her veins. It was like it passed from her body to mine at the simple touch of our fingertips. The love between us was positively suffocating, yet life giving.

I've never desired a person so much in my life. Her body was like a conductor for our desire and I was the orchestra.

Our breaths mingling, created a mixed heat between us. Our eyes lock and I'm enchanted.

He whispers his love for me and I respond in kind. His grin leaves me even more flushed.

Before I know it we're on the floor. Our bodies so entwined where one ends and the other ends is unclear.