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Thanks for the reviews, though there weren't many. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I wanted to get this finished as soon as I could so I started typing. Haha. I like how it came out, but this was my first time writing a love scene like this, so I hope I did a good job. I don't like writing very explicit things, but I thought this fit the tone. I didn't want anything raunchy for this, anyway. And most of this dialogue isn't from the actual engagement scene in the episode, but just go with it. Haha.

And, yeah, Hank/Divya is a strange concept for some people, but people need to give it a try. I really like it! Better than Jank, actually. Lol. Okay, so here's the second - and final part - of this fic. I hope you enjoy it. And please review! I really love hearing feedback! Thanks so much!

Catch A Falling Star
Part II

They were a mass of entwined limbs, so seamlessly tangled together that Hank couldn't figure out where he ended and Divya began.

They barely made it through the door before Divya attached her lips to his mouth and kissed him so hard that he felt as if he would spontaneously combust right there on the spot.

He hefted her up, legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and he carried her into the bedroom. He planted open-mouthed kisses to her neck, collarbone, chest, any place where there was exposed skin for the taking. She tossed her head back, dark eyes staring at the ceiling, not seeing, not comprehending what was happening except that tomorrow she would have to put that wretched ring on her finger, that she would have to be bound to Raj, that she couldn't have this feeling, this fire, ever again.

Hank found her lips again and kissed her deeply, feeling the want churn and bubble beneath his skin, searing him from the inside out. She was making little moans and groans that drove him absolutely crazy and only fueled the burning need.

He felt so hot all of a sudden. Like his skin would catch fire if she did anything else. But she continued to make all of the right moves, the right noises, and he was surprised that the two of them hadn't caught the whole house on fire yet.

"Hank…" She breathed against the skin of his neck as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

He grunted as she pressed herself tighter against his body. He could feel the fabric of his pants seemingly become smaller and smaller around his hips. The skirt Divya was wearing was hiked up, revealing legs that could go on for miles, the color of caramel.

"You're beautiful." He murmured against the column of her neck.

Divya moaned in response, pressing herself even closer to Hank's firm body. She felt his increasing arousal press against her thigh and it made heat pool in her stomach and find its way downward.

They were clumsy as they made their way to the bedroom, knocking over random objects and other things. Normally nimble and precise fingers grasped greedily at each other as they floundered about the place.

"Shh," Hank mumbled against her collarbone, "Evan's asleep."

A wry smirk found its way across Divya's lips as Hank kissed lower, to the now exposed skin just above her breasts. "Of…" A gasp as Hank cupped the lower part of her breast in his large hand, "course."

Eventually, they found their way to Hank's bedroom. Divya's legs still wrapped themselves around Hank's waist, against his budding erection, and held herself even tighter against him. The heat between them was almost unbearable, but in a good way. Hank knew this feeling was nothing like with Jill, and wondered why he hadn't ventured this with Divya before.

They stumbled through the door, falling over each other. Hank almost lost his balance as he shut the door - and locked it, due to his previous issues with his younger brother intruding on his space.

The doctor twisted himself so Divya was beneath him on the bed when they tumbled upon the sheets.

He looked down at her and saw the effects of his assault on her. Her lips were turning red from his continuous assaults, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He liked being the one that did that to her. Her eyes, large and brown, were staring up at him with a wide anticipation. The want she felt for him was barely hidden as he stared hungrily down at her. The waves of her dark hair fanned out around her features, a stunning contrast with the white of his sheets. Just looking down at her he felt his pants grow smaller around his waist.

She felt the worry and anticipation curl in her stomach along with the desire - the desire to have him right there, inside her, filling her up. Divya wondered if she should be doing this. Most likely not, but at the moment she tried not to care. The only thing she could think about besides the fact that Hank was staring down at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen was the fact that this probably the only time this was going to happen.

This - her and Hank together - was a one time thing.

It was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

Hank noticed her apprehension, the dizzying look on her face, and his eyes went from adoring to concerned in a millisecond, "Do you want to do this?"

Yes, she was sure she wanted to. She just was nervous about the resulting tsunami that could come from this one ripple in the ocean of her life.

She slowly nodded her head, her dark eyes never leaving the lighter ones of her boss.

Without any further questioning, Hank crushed his lips against hers. It was a feeling that made Divya feel the aching want resound between her legs. She needed him, but not just in the physical sense. She needed him to be in her life. She needed him to save her from her lackluster relationship with Raj.

The flurry of thoughts that entered her head when he kissed her was enough to make any sane woman lose it.

But the majority of her thoughts consisted of Hank, Hank, Hank.

His lips were soft against hers, but passionate as he kissed her. She felt all of her worries leave her as soon as he pressed his mouth against hers and kissed her with a fervor.

His strong muscles held her tightly against his frame as he planted kisses along her lips, neck, collarbone…all the while he unbuttoned the shirt she wore to reveal her breasts encased in a lacy black bra. She bit her lip as he looked down at her and the gesture almost made him lose it.

He planted a kiss to the center of her chest, between her breasts and shimmied the skirt off of her waist. His fingers left a burning trail down the outside of her thighs as he brushed them against her skin.

After he did that, Divya grasped the bottom hem of Hank's shirt and lifted it upward, freeing him of the piece of clothing. She then moved her skilled fingers downward and stopped at the zipper of his pants before undoing them. He was freed from the troublesome jeans and left only in his boxers. Divya felt her heart start to beat faster and faster within her chest, knowing that was the last boundary…

Hank pressed his mouth against hers and wrapped his strong arms around her slender frame, rolling her over so she was now straddling him. The weight of her on top of him felt so good, he groaned loudly into her mouth.

Divya laughed against his lips and repeated what he said earlier, "Shh, Evan's asleep."

Hank chuckled and grabbed a handful of her luxurious dark hair, bringing her down to his mouth again.

He unhooked her bra and slid it from her shoulders. Cupping each in his hands, he kissed her lightly, but with a building fire that was about to consume the both of them. She groaned and her back arched with his touch. She clenched her legs around him and rolled them over again, now he was on top once more.

His fingers slid beneath her underwear and touched her womanhood. She gasped at the sensation as he slid the panties from her hips. As he did so, her shaky fingers reached for the waistband of his boxers and tugged until they were also off.

Realization came into his eyes as he was bare before her. He quickly crawled over to the nightstand and retrieved a condom. Divya was glad he remembered; she could only think of him and this moment.

He came back and positioned himself again, aching and ready. She was also in that state of mind, and she angled herself towards his waist.

He pressed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss as he entered her. She arched her hips upward to meet his thrusts and groaned in pleasure as his tempo increased. Her fingers found hold in his hair and she moaned his name against his talented lips.

This kept up for a while until Divya found herself nearing release. Her back arched off of the bed, bare breasts pressing against his chest as she felt herself lose it while gently calling out Hank's name. He felt his release come just seconds after and he grunted when he finished.

They were panting and sweating and reeling in what just happened. Neither of them could find words to say, but Divya just pressed herself against Hank's sleeping form and breathed in contentedly. Hank wrapped his arms around her small waist, hands finding a resting place on her hips and reveling in the fact that this felt so incredibly right.

He stared at her and noticed that her eyelids had fluttered closed, but a content smile was across her plump and bruised lips. That made him smile to himself as well.

He nuzzled his head into her mane of thick hair and inhaled the spicy scent that just was Divya, holding her as close as he could possibly manage before falling into a peaceful and undisturbed sleep.

Divya didn't stay sleeping for long.

She awoke around six in the morning, and tried to pry herself out of Hank's grasp without waking him. She was successful. Despite her clumsy venture to his bedroom, she was out of it with little problems. She rummaged around the room, finding her articles of clothing and putting them on one by one, being as quiet as possible as she did so. The gentle morning light of the sun helped her along. She walked to the nightstand and searched through the drawers for what she needed - a pencil and paper.

She never thought she'd have to write a note to a partner of hers after a night like they had just shared, but she did. It was short and to the point, but not rude at all. Hank would find it when he woke up, she was certain, so she placed it on the pillow where her head formally rested.

Her eyes ventured a painful glance at his features. Hank looked positively peaceful, sleeping like that. He didn't look stressed, like he did a lot of the time, nor did he look tired. He looked refreshed and happy in his sleep and idly she wondered what he was dreaming about.

She wondered if he was dreaming about her.

Because in the slight fringes of sleep she had managed to obtain, she dreamed of him.

She felt her throat start to close up as she stared at his features, peaceful and undisturbed by the daily problems that he was faced with every day. Her eyes pricked with something that felt like tears, and she didn't know why. Instead of addressing that fact, she leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss that was as intimate as it was sincere.

A lone tear escaped her eye and fell to the pillow, just short of landing on his nose.

She gathered herself and quietly exited the room, heading toward the exit.

As soon as she was out of the doors of the lavish place, she exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Swiftly, she walked back to the beach. They had taken Hank's car here and left hers at the parking lot at the beach. It didn't take long, surprisingly, though she was met with some curious stares as she walked to her car.

She arrived there in about thirty minutes. Grabbing her keys out of her shirt pocket, she unlocked the door to her car and climbed it.

With herself safely sitting in the seat of the car, she bowed her head over the steering wheel, tears blurring her vision.

Alone in the confines of her car, she broke down, repeatedly muttering his name between the sobs that racked her body.

Hank awoke from his sleep, content, but missing the prized bundle he fell asleep with in his arms.

"Divya?" He muttered to no one in particular. She wasn't there, and he wondered why. Did she leave already, without even telling him?

That was when he saw the paper, placed very neatly on the pillow beside him.

He picked it up, holding it carefully between his fingers as if it were so delicate it would break.

Last night meant the world to me. You have no idea. Thank you so much.
- Divya

Her stomach was in knots.

The engagement party just started and she had yet to see either of the Lawson brothers. It would be a relief to at least see Evan, but it had already been at least fifteen minutes since the party started, and neither of them were there.

Her parents were standing beside her faithfully, and Raj would come by every now and then to brush her hair in the way he was supposed to, but each time it felt wrong, and she wished there were another pair of hands that were touching her.

She thought that they had decided not to attend, but then…

"Divsy!" Evan's voice rang out.

She turned, her heart leaping in her chest at the prospect of seeing at least one of the Lawson brothers, but she was not expecting to see both.

And as her eyes connected with the light blue pools that made up Hank's gaze, her heart clenched painfully.

She looked from Hank to Evan and back again, her eyes trying not to meet Hank's. She was unsuccessful.

Hank's eyes were hurt, and slightly in awe. He was drinking her in, looking at the attire that was traditional for things like this. She looked absolutely beautiful, and he couldn't tear his eyes from her.

It was then Divya spoke.

"I'm going to tell Raj and my parents that the engagement is off. I'm not going to do this."

Hank's eyes widened marginally, but then resumed their normal state.

"Good for you, Divs."

"Yeah, that's great, Divya." Hank finally managed to say after his brother had already expressed his pleasure with her statement.

Divya gave Hank a loaded gaze, filled with so many emotions that he couldn't find his own anymore.

If she did this, he could be with her. He wanted to be with her. Terribly. He could avoid all of the mind games with Jill and her not-so-ex-husband. He could feel that fiery passion again, possibly for a long time to come, and he could be with his subordinate in a way that he had imagined for longer than he cared to admit.

It gave Hank hope.

If only she would follow through.

Divya turned on a heel and walked away from the two brothers, an extra swing in her hips, a determined set in her eyes and stance.

"Five dollars says she backs out." Evan smarmily said, his eyes on Divya's appealing form.

"Do you not want her to back out of something she hates?"

"No, but I know Divya."

"I hope you're wrong."

They were standing in front of everyone, her and Raj, hand in hand.

She could see herself standing up in front of everyone, saying words that would end the engagement and sever her ties to her family as well as Raj. She could see in the future a life with Hank, and nights of passion and his loving stares and his kind words and his charming laugh and smile…

Her eyes glanced out at the crowd that spread out in front of them and immediately her eyes locked with the hopeful gaze of Hank.

Her heart was crumbling in her chest.

Why had she been so brazen, so determined when she told them she would leave Raj, call off the wedding? She couldn't do this. She couldn't leave everything her family had for her. She couldn't…

She was the very definition of a fool.

The ring was on her finger before she could protest and she was embraced by Raj a second afterward.

Hank looked at her from his seat in the crowd, his eyes portraying every emotion he felt bubbling inside of him.

Divya turned her head to the side to look out at everyone, while Raj still embraced her. Their eyes met for an instance, and she felt the tears start to fall from her dark eyes. Hank never removed his gaze from hers; Divya found that she couldn't move her gaze from his.

"I love you." She mouthed in his direction, only Raj could hear it so he whispered it back into her hair, but Hank saw it and knew otherwise.

It was directed at him, not Raj.

It was an apology of sorts, letting him know she didn't use him, she didn't just need him for that one night. She genuinely cared.

He didn't know what came over him when he mouthed the endearment back to her.

He just knew that he felt it too.

End Part II.

End Catch A Falling Star.