"Can I get a glass of white wine please?" Harry asked the barman.

She was in Stringfellows. The music was blaring, the bar was booming and everyone was in high spirits. She wore a simple red dress, high heels and she wore her hair down.

"Anything else, love?"

"Erm, yeah, a bottle of beer please."

"You expectin' company?"

Harry smiled as two hands slipped around her waist and a man nuzzled her neck.

"Hiya honey!" Dempsey smiled as he slipped the barman a note, making it evident that his presence was no longer required. He told him, "Keep the change, pal."

"What took you so long?!"

"Sorry baby, I had a few things to take care of!"

Harry raised her eyebrows and sipped her wine as Dempsey stood next to her, his back resting on the bar. He eyed her up and down appreciatively. 'Wow!' he thought. Harry looked hot. And what's more, she was his.

"You look stunnin' honey, as always."

"Don't think you can flatter me, James! I've been stood here 20 minutes at least!" She pouted playfully.

"Tut tut!" Dempsey smirked as he reached his hand around Harry's waist and dragged her into him, their bodies pressing tightly together. "You just can't get the boyfriends these days."

Harry smiled, her arms reaching around his neck. "No, you cant!"

Dempsey moved in closer to Harry's face. "How about I try and make it up to you?"

Harry giggled. "You can try, boyfriend!"

Dempsey reached forward and kissed her lips tenderly. Harry reciprocated lovingly. Dempsey pulled back slightly, his lips hovering towards Harry's.

"It feels so good to hear you call me boyfriend."

"It feels good to say it."

She reached in and kissed Dempsey. Dempsey kissed her back, his hands caressing her back and moving up through her hair. He deepened the kiss, their mouths colliding furiously together.

"Dempsey" -

"Harry...... you're everything..." Their tongues clashed.

"Dempsey!" The voice was Harry's but it wasn't soft. It was getting louder.

"DEMPSEY!"

He felt a dig in his arm instead of the roaming hands around his neck.

"DEMPSEY! WOULD YOU WAKE UP?!"

Dempsey jumped, his lips pursed as if still in the kiss. He opened his eyes. He wasn't in a bar and Harry wasn't in his arms. He rubbed his face sleepily, the daylight hurting his eyes. He was in Harry's bed. And there she was, standing at the foot of it, two cups of coffee in hand.

"Dreaming of someone special?"

Dempsey sat up tentatively as he took the coffee. "You could say that."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and sipped her coffee. She wore a flimsy dressing gown, her hair still tussled from sleep.

"What time is it?"

"Gone 11. I've been up for a while. I thought you needed the sleep so I left you. But Spikings wants us in this afternoon, remember?"

"Yeah.... Thanks..." Dempsey ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly. Only a minute ago, he had been dreaming of her so intensely. It was so real. And the fact he couldn't make the dream a reality right there was more than he could bear. She looked beautiful even without makeup and in her nightgown. If only she knew what he had just seen in his head. If only!

Harry sipped her coffee again. She didn't know what to say to him. So much was left unresolved from the night before! They had eaten. They had talked. They had danced. They had kissed. They had argued. They had gone to sleep in each other's arms. As she watched him sleep before she woke him with coffee, she could have swore..... Before she had time to think anymore, Dempsey broke the silence that he couldn't take any longer.

"Mind if I jump in the shower?"

"No! Not at all! There's clean towels in the bathroom."

He made to get out of bed, then hesitated as Harry was sat on his side of the bed, blocking his way out. Harry jumped immediately and began busying herself around the room, fumbling with the curtains and keeping her eyes towards the window. Dempsey moved quickly. As he reached the door, he turned back.

"Harry..."

Harry turned to face him from across the room.

"I can't remember the last time I slept that good."

Harry smiled and their eyes locked for a moment. Dempsey left the room and Harry could soon hear the sound of running water. She made her way back to the bed with the intention of making it, but found herself staring momentarily at the place where James had slept. She sat down, still feeling the heat from his body. Just before she woke him, she could have swore he had said her name.

Okay, so I'm not entirely sure about this chapter. I didn't intend for there to be a dream sequence but it just sorta spilled out! =P Anyway, I hope you enjoy these 2 new chapters! I know some have been waiting a long time for them so hope they meet with expectations!! *crosses fingers* :D