Andrew ran his fingers across Diane's stomach, watching as she shivered at the touch. She was beautiful in the dimness; her brown eyes bright and alert, shimmering like amber. He leaned down and kissed her brow, letting his lips linger for a second. She mewled under him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's been a long time since we've done this," she whispered.

Andrew gazed down at her, almost lovingly. "It has," was his reply. "Did you miss me?"

She nodded. Andrew kissed her lips and moved so that he was between her open legs. Diane gazed up at him expectantly, her lips quivering. Andrew gripped her hips gently as he pushed inside of her. He felt her body tense then relax. Had she not been with anyone else during his absence?

Diane closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. The pain was exquisite. She had missed being with Andrew like this. If he wasn't holed up in Hephaestus, he was with that slut, Jasmine Jolene. Tonight, though, he belonged to neither Rapture nor Jolene; he belonged to Diane.

In the afterglow of the act they lay side-by-side: Diane with her eyes closed and Andrew smoking his pipe, silently muttering to himself. Diane listened to him, trying to make out what he was saying.

"If…hmm…Fontaine…he has to be dealt with. The situation will deteriorate if I don't do something about it…Sullivan…"

She sat up slowly, the covers slipping a little to reveal a breast. Andrew turned his gaze to her. "I thought you were sleep."

"No. I was just thinking."

"Oh. Come here."

Diane moved closer to him and her face nestled in the crook of his neck. "You don't have a meeting do you?"

Andrew shook his head. "Not until tomorrow. Why?"

"You're always working," she sighed.

Andrew glanced down at her. "Are you pouting, Diane?" There was a hint of laughter in his words. It was always rather funny when Diane acted like a small child. "I don't work that much do I?"

"You do. I should be used to it, but honestly, I'm not."

"I do this for you, you know? I want Rapture to be the place of dreams for everyone. Especially for you." He ran his thumb over her lips and placed a kiss against her cheek. "I love you, my dear."

Diane smiled. "If you say so."

"If words don't suffice shall I show you again?"

Diane raised her eyes to see Andrew staring at her with a smirk on his face and his blue eyes sparkling devilishly. "I guess I couldn't say no to that."

When Diane woke in the morning Andrew had already left. She pulled on her fluffy white robe and wandered into the living room. On the coffee table was a bouquet of roses that had not been there the night before. Diane went over to them, sniffed them and saw the little white card that was attached. Her name was written on the front in Andrew's tidy scrawl. She opened it, reading it slowly, letting the words sink in.

"To my darling, Diane. I know that whenever I am not with you it hurts, but know this, there is no one in this world that I want more. I will always be yours. No matter what happens, I am yours. Love, Andrei."

Diane knew the words written were the truth. He may have loved his city and adored his whore, but his heart was with her. It always would be.