2nd of two posts today
Back in their suite Harry said she would have a shower. Dempsey looked confused "I thought you said we had to read the case notes."
"Sure, but I'm going to put something a little more comfortable on."
"I like the dress" Dempsey remarked.
"You make a start on the notes" Harry instructed feeling his gaze wandering over her body, it made her smile – she really liked it but she turned away so as not to let him see. She was starting to wonder how the room sharing thing would go.
Harry came back to where Dempsey was reading. She had showered and put on her pyjamas; her nightwear had been the difficult decision - eventually she had decided on pyjamas rather than a night dress, but settled on silk rather than cotton. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice, along side two glasses.
Dempsey looked into her eyes, she looked back, his eyes pierced her heart and it skipped a few beats.
"Spikings will go through our expenses you know" she pointed out desperately trying to hold down any tinge of pleasure in her voice
"I know - it's worth it" Dempsey noted the harsh reply. This was one of the reasons he could never successfully work out where they stood, he considered his plan possibly thwarted but refused to give up hope – the music needed out!
Harry poured the champagne, passed a glass to Dempsey who was reading some complex list of networks and curled herself into the corner of the sofa. She too picked up some papers. Dempsey looked up at her and wished this was real not make believe. She smiled. "This is the perfect way to work" she looked into his eyes, "good entertainment, good food, fine champagne and," she winked, "excellent company."
Dempsey looked at the papers in his hand but his mind was tussling a far greater battle – the push and pull of DS Makepeace! What was real? The push or the pull? How was a guy supposed to work it out? He turned back to the business in hand.
An hour and a half later they were both too tired to concentrate any more. "Let's go to bed." Harry suggested
"I thought you would never ask" Dempsey moved towards her
"I'm not" Harry laughed to herself, and looked to see if she could read his eyes
"But you said" Dempsey put on his big mournful eyes
"That was a statement of fact"
"I'm happy with that" he grinned, he didn't expect to get anywhere but it was great fun and the thing with Harry was that these days you never knew…
Harry smirked "No – you mis-interpret what I say: - I seem to recall that you explained to Spikings that booking the honeymoon suite meant that you could guarantee a sofa to sleep on." She jumped off it and grinned. "All yours, I'm going to bed."
Half an hour later Dempsey had showered, slipped on some pyjama trousers and taken the pillows from the bed. He wandered around looking for a spare blanket but there seemed to be none. Harry watched him; he opened his case and pulled out a jumper.
"What are you doing?"
"There ain't no blankets, I'll get cold".
She looked at the king size bed, put down her novel she was reading and relented
"You can have that side, so long as you stay well over there" she said.
She arranged her two pillows down the centre of the bed and watched Dempsey walk around the bed to the left. Dempsey threw both of his pillows back to the bed head and Harry tilted her head in question.
He looked deliberately blank and sat on the side of the bed waiting to see what Makepeace would do. Harry leaned across and took a pillow for her own head.
"Hey that's mine!" Dempsey protested
"You've still got one"
"Now I like two pillows Sergeant, if I don't have two pillows I can't sleep and I move all over the bed" he threatened - his eyes roaming
"Rubbish" Harry replied "You only get one pillow on my sofa"
"But there's cushions" he countered lifting the first pillow that divided the bed and lay on the bed resting his head into the pillows before sitting back up again declaring that he needed three pillows.
Harry grabbed the other pillow, deciding in an instant that as Dempsey would engineer anything to move the other pillow she may as well claim it back for herself.
Dempsey grinned and turned off the light and got into the bed.
He turned on his side to look at Harry, and then he moved
"Stay over there" she tried to sound strict
Dempsey ignored her and leaned across to kiss her forehead. "Good night Mrs Dempsey" he said.
Harry grinned to herself as Dempsey moved back to his side of the bed. He turned his back on her; it was the only way he could cope! He was still uncertain as to what to think, wishing he could be certain of her feelings; one moment she was encouraging him, the next ten pushing him back. Harry held firmly onto the edge, she couldn't trust herself not to move across, but she fell asleep dreaming happily.