This just leapt into my head. It's probably set during about episode 4.1 or 4.2 In the episode it would probably show the scene they describe but as a oneshot it works better without, I think.

Anyways, enjoy =)

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"Harry, can I ask you somethin'?" Dempsey asked as they walked down the street following a suspect.

"What is it?" she responded.

"You know yesterday, me and you and your friends, we all went out?"

"Yes."

"You remember all of that?"

Laughing at Dempsey's jokes, drinking too much, drunken kissing with several different men, watching Dempsey flirt with all of her friends…She'd had some misgivings about asking Dempsey to go out with them, but all of them had been proved wrong. He'd got on fine with her friends, but stayed close enough to her that she didn't feel that he was only here for them. He'd flirted a lot, but that was just him. "Most of it, yes. I was quite drunk though." She started frowning. "Did I do something really embarrassing?"

"No, no. You were fine. Uhh…You remember all the kissin'?"

"Yes…" All too well…His lips were soft, softer than they looked. He'd kissed her cheeks, her lips, her neck. Oh Lord, she was getting hot again.

"Why'd you keep pushin' me away? You let Charlie-boy and Eddie kiss ya," he asked nervously, coming to the crux of the matter.

"I was pushing Charles and Edward away as well, Lieutenant," she replied, unconsciously putting distance between them with her use of his job title. It was a reminder to him, to herself, that nothing could happen. But why not? Why not when she wanted it so much?

"You weren't," he contradicted quietly, not wanting to make her defensive or angry but needing to say it.

"Yes, well…I've known them longer. It's not so…" Different, exciting, exhilarating, arousing… "awkward. You know. It was just because we were all drunk."

"But what I mean is, Harry…" He turned and leant against the wall, trapping her with his arms. "At the end, when I said g'night…I kissed you again and you said, uh - you said I was a better kisser than those two."

Harry was acutely aware of the blush creeping over her face. She hadn't remembered saying that. "Really."

"If you enjoyed it, why'd you keep pushin' me away?" He asked, using the same words as he had before but now closer in meaning to how he had intended.

"Because I enjoyed it too much," Harry replied, then froze. She hadn't meant to speak the words aloud but his posture invited confidence, implied closeness; it was so enclosed that between his arms felt like an extension of her mind.

"What are you talkin' about? If you enjoy somethin' you should do it. Why didn't you just go with it like with the other two?"

Harry tried to avoid his eyes, not an easy feat when he was so close to her. She ended up staring somewhere over his shoulder and suddenly wanted to kiss the bare skin just underneath his ear. She looked back into his eyes and the openness there gave her a rush of confidence to tell him the truth. Her eyes flickered instinctively to his lips before she answered. "Because I wouldn't be able to stop," she admitted quickly, before pulling his arm out of the way and hurrying onwards.

Dempsey watched her with a grin spreading across his features. "Harry," he called after her.

She turned and he realised she was blushing. "What?"

His grin widened. "You're goin' the wrong way."

She scowled, angry at how embarrassed she was, and brushed past him standing in the middle of the pavement.

He caught up with her and held her around the elbow to make her slow. "You don't have to hold anything back with me, Tiger," he murmured into her ear. He didn't notice the goosebumps rising on her arms as he ran his hand down her arm and locked their fingers together. "I'll never want you to stop."

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I actually love this fic…I hope you guys did too =)