As requested, here is a sequel =)
I couldn't decide whether to call them by their surname or their first name. It's very strange to be calling Dempsey especially by his first name.
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Harriet Makepeace stole a glance at the man sitting next to her. He was a New York cop who acted tough but was frequently as soft as warm butter. Ever since first meeting him she had been attracted to him because of his looks, but his spiky personality and blatant disregard for rules had kept her away. Over time, they had both changed, and she also now understood parts of him better and ignored other parts, until it had brought them to this point, sitting together on her sofa watching a film. He was stroking her arm very slowly, up and down, up and down.
She glanced at him again, remembering all the times they had shared. There had been good and bad, angry and upsetting, frustrating, elating and downright horrific, but of all her memories none of them quite matched her contentment at that moment.
"You keep smiling at me like that and I might just think you're enjoying yourself," James' gently teasing voice cut in.
She made her face blank and turned to him haughtily. "I'll stop smiling then," she said coolly. "Don't want you getting the wrong impression."
He kissed her on the lips until she couldn't help but smile and return it, and then he said simply, "I win," grinning at her smugly.
They had been together for just over three months, and in some ways it was as though nothing had changed. James still refused to do deskwork, Harry still refused to do it for him without a cup of tea, they still argued and ran and used their guns too often, and got told off and laughed. However, they were now spending even more time together: they would spend afternoons at the park or the quayside, and James had practically moved in, spending most nights on her sofa.
They had originally decided to keep things quiet, as they were not sure whether Spikings would approve, but after they'd been caught kissing passionately at work on three separate occasions they gave up the pretence.
Harry rested her head on James' shoulder. In the three months they'd been together, she still treated his pointed comments about bed with the same derision as she had before they were going out. One afternoon after she had shot him down particularly violently he asked if there was a particular reason she was against it.
"Given your track record I want to be sure I know your motivation before we get that far," she had explained dryly. "At this point you could still turn around and say this was all to get into my pants and we wouldn't be very worse off, but if you said that afterwards you wouldn't live much longer." He'd looked slightly hurt and tried to deny it, but in the end he had had to concede that she had a point.
"You're one hell of a woman, Harry," he said now, kissing the top of her head. Harry said nothing, just smiled, and they continued watching the film in silence until James turned his head to murmur, "How about we finish this wine and go to bed?"
He was expecting a firm negative, so was surprised when all Harry did was pull him into a slow kiss. The film was forgotten as they pressed their lips against the other. Harry made to pull away but James followed her, putting one hand on her cheek. The kiss sped up, became almost frantic. James broke the contact and began kissing her neck, and she tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Dempsey…" Harry sighed.
James paused to throw a grin up at her. "I think we're a bit past that now," he said softly, and began kissing her more gently.
Harry pushed him away and James felt a stab of unease as she stood, but a moment later she held out her hand to him. Before rising he kissed her fingers, and then Harry led him upstairs.
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Dempsey gets his way! XD
I don't know if I really like this chapter =/
Thanks to my marvellous/evil friend, there are now 4 more parts to this. Stay tuned and please review!