He wakes up first, feeling surprisingly good given its New Year's Day. In his arms, his partner stirs. Was she now his lover? Girlfriend? He's not certain, she can claim whatever title she wants, she'll be his princess forever.
One eye opens, then the next and a smile creeps across her face. Like him, she's remembering last night. Her head peeks up from where she's laid on his chest and she observes the scene, running a hand over her hair.
"Wow." She croaks and then looks at him and giggles. It's a beautiful sound.
His suit is somewhere down the hallway. His tie is probably near the front door and his shirt buttons scattered around it. He tripped over his trousers during the night, by the living room door. His socks and shoes are buried in the fabric as he'd pushed them down. His boxers lie on the floor by the bed and he recalls her sinking her knees and the softness of her mouth when she'd pushed them down and said something about rumours being right. His body twitches at the thought.
Her bra is obscenely hanging from the light shade above them. Her knickers and stockings are draped over the bedstead at his feet. Her dress is, however, laid carefully on the sofa in his bedroom.
"No regrets?" He must ask, just in case, even though he knows he'll do everything he can to dispel them. Pull the sun from the sky if he must.
"No, none at all." Her hand around his hips begins to move across his body, the other teases a path down his chest. The nerves he didn't know he had, settle down when she smiles at him. "You?"
"Does it feel like it?" He laughs as she looks down his body and raises her eyes, "None at all, you're everything I needed."
Then it comes back to him, "What rumours? You said last night about the rumours being true."
Harry squeaks in a way that he'd never heard before and buries her head in his shoulder. "Something I heard in the loos about you being hung like a horse and knowing what to do with it." She mumbles it as one long word and it takes him a moment to understand.
"Oh." He grins and then moves so she has to look at him. "I've no idea how anyone would know, I've never been out with any women at the factory, there ain't any I want to date except you but you're welcome to endorse the evidence."
"I've felt the evidence but I will need to check again, make notes... take photos, you know how particular I am," Harry preens under his hopeful gaze and he's grateful that she understands his reassurance. She looks apologetically at the state of his apartment, "Sorry about your clothes."
"Don't be, you were wild, princess." He growls at the vivacity of her and enjoys her blushes.
"My dress." She begins. "I've never seen it before but Freddy mentioned it…."
"He rang to ask me something about baseball and then said I should take you to the party and he had a dress he was going to take to your house because you wanted to wear it. It was your mother's… you didn't know?"
He sees her tears. "You looked like a goddess. Took my breath away."
"That's why you were so careful with it last night." She sniffles and he waits as she takes a moment to compose herself. "You are coming this weekend aren't you? He said I should ask you about it and I completely forgot."
"What about the weekend? He didn't invite me…" Dempsey pauses and it occurs to him that they were set up, "Do you think your father was playing fairy godmother?"
"Don't care," Harry rises above his body and finds his lips, "I've got my Prince Charming."