by Ali Vali
Taking a shuttering breath Serena told them what the detective had informed her of and it was Desi's turn to cry. She and Monique weren't really close, but she did feel a kinship with her in that they were in the same situation. The silver lining here was that Desi had gotten out before she shared Monique's fate.
Harry led them all inside and up the stairs. She hugged Serena and Rachel goodnight and told them to go to bed. It would be better in the morning and none of them needed to be alone. Serena was about to protest when Harry told her Butch was already sleeping and Rachel needed the company. Walking Desi to their room, Harry undressed her lover and put her to bed as well. It was unfortunate that such a wonderful day had to be marred by the tragedy that ended it, but maybe Monique had finally found some peace in a life that had had so little of it.
"Harry, in case you don't know this by now, I love you," whispered Desi in the dark. She was finally relaxing feeling Harry's hands rubbing her back. They were the same big hands that would sooth away all her troubles for the rest of her days, and at that moment it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"I love you too, baby, now try and get some sleep. We can just bum around tomorrow and do whatever you want," Harry promised. In her head, as strange as the logic was, she recited a silent prayer of thanks for Desi's broken leg. Had it not been for that pain and suffering, she might have lost Desi to the same fate that had befallen Monique that night.
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The weekend passed without incident and the girls stayed together at Harry's house much to the delight of Butch, who considered it to be a camping trip of sorts. They all helped Desi get settled into the studio, and on Sunday, Tony and Kenneth came over to help with the cleaning and painting efforts so by Monday, Desi was ready to start using her creative juices. It had been a cleansing time that had started with Desi shedding the brace from her leg around the house, and Serena opening her heart to new possibilities with Rachel.
Roger kept them informed on the search for Mike and Byron and what was happening with their father. The detective had taken a liking to Desi and wanted to see the young woman stay safe and out of the clutches of Byron and his brother. Harry called the security company and hired a new guard to come and walk the grounds when she was at work, to give her peace of mind.
On Sunday afternoon they all gathered in the kitchen and worked together to cook a late lunch since Mona was off visiting her family. They had to convince her to leave and spend some time away from the house and not stay and take care of all of them.
"Do we have any cheese?" Desi asked Harry. She had just finished grating a piece for the fajitas they were making but it wasn't enough. Harry was heading out to the grill to cook up the meat, chicken and shrimp they had marinated for the dish.
"Look in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, I'm pretty sure that's where Mona hides it," said Harry putting the platter she was carrying down. Walking up behind Desi she pulled her out of the refrigerator door and onto the kitchen counter so she could kiss her. There was just something about Desi in shorts and a thin-strapped tank top that was driving her crazy.
"Baby, everybody is waiting for us," said Desi without making a move to get down from her perch. Harry had been in a romantic and affectionate mood all day and there was no way she was going to put the brakes on that.
"Let 'em wait. I have an incredibly beautiful woman in my kitchen cooking me dinner and I'm supposed to just sit on my hands."
"No, but I'll be happy to sit on your hands," said Desi in a low sexy voice.
"We're hungry, love birds, so let's get with the program," complained Tony from the doorway. He had pulled the short straw and was sent to collect the missing two in their group. Actually, he and Kenneth were the only two not making out at the moment and he hated standing next to the hot pit.
"Get your own girl, Tony," yelled Harry.
"Bite your tongue, Harry, that would be just sick." Tony clutched his chest and made retching noises.
"That would be my job thanks. Anything to do with Dr. Basantes's tongue should be referred to the short blonde." Desi finally made a move off the counter but made a point to slide down Harry's body.
The motion made her nipples stand rigid against the fabric of the shirt she had on making Harry eyes zero in on the area. Desi slipped her hand into the front of Harry's shorts and pulled her out of the house, stopping by the platter so the now frustrated cook wouldn't forget it. Tony loved the look on Harry's face, finally seeing the light missing for so long. It was almost funny to him that the person who had put it out, was the person who had re-lit the flame.
"Uncle Harry, if my mommy marries Rachel will we be related?" asked Butch as soon as they made it outside.
"We're already related, buddy, so it doesn't matter who your mommy marries, that won't change."
"Really?"
"Yep, you're my family in my heart and nobody can tell you otherwise. Come over here and let me teach you how to cook some meat like a caveman." The comment caused Serena to break away from Rachel and roll her eyes.
"Harry, don't teach him anymore bad habits. Just wait until you have children, we'll have a standing appointment every week so I can impart some of this wisdom you're teaching mine," said Serena with a mock glare on her face. It had been so long since they'd had a good time that she was really enjoying the weekend.
"You think I'm going to raise ours any differently than my boy Butch here. Hell I think he's perfection just the way he is," teased Harry.
That got Desi's attention, it had been the first time Harry had ever mentioned wanting children, and the our was the most important part of what she had said. Just because she and Byron had never had children didn't mean she didn't want any, and she would give anything to share that experience with Harry. Desi walked over and leaned on Harry finding she missed her touch when they were apart.
"I think you're perfect too, Uncle Harry," said Butch holding a long fork like the one Harry had in her hand.
"Me too, baby, I think you're just perfect," echoed Desi. The two laughed as Tony stuck his finger in his mouth and continued his retching noises.
"Keep it up, sugar pants, and you're going in the pool," threatened Harry.
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That night, the police car cruising in front of the Simoneaux home missed the two figures entering through the back door by seconds. Careful not to turn on any lights Byron and Mike wondered why there was police tape along the front of the house, and why there were no sign of life.
After checking their parents' bedroom they figured they must have gone out for the evening and by not turning on the lights they missed the large bloodstain still on the living room carpet. It was the last reminder Monique Simoneaux had lived there, and had given her life to satisfy her husband's anger.
After their conversations on the trip to Florida, Byron vaguely remembered a tall dark haired girl who was friends with Desi when they were in school. He had graduated a few years before them but his yearbooks should have a picture and name of the person who was giving Desi her hiding place.
So instead of heading for bed, Byron pulled the attic stairs down in the hall and spent the night looking for the books that contained the memories of a time in his life when he was a winner. Inside those volumes would forever live the good looking football player all the girls were crazy about. The allure ended when he was pumping their gas after graduation day.
Finding Desi's class he started at the beginning of the alphabet praying the face jumped out at him so he could finally just go and get his wife. "Ah ha, I got you now, bitch," he said putting his finger over the picture of a young Harry. Coming down the steps with the book under his arm, Byron went to wake his brother to confirm if that's who he'd seen Desi with.
"What? Leave me alone." Mike tried to roll away from the persistent hand shaking him awake. Didn't Byron understand he was tired and scare
d of what came next for them? His life was far form perfect before but now Mike was dreading each coming day.
"Look at this picture, Mikey, and tell me if this is the woman you saw with Desi?" Byron turned on the small lamp on the nightstand and held the book up. Mike squinted and rubbed his eyes for a minute before focusing on the picture his brother was pointing out.
"Yeah, looks like her," he said to Byron's back as he ran out of the room. The phonebook only gave Harry's office address and number; no home address. All he had to do was sit and wait for the doctor to drive home then he would get Desi back.
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"No you can't get up," complained Desi when the alarm went off.
It was Monday and Harry had to get back to work. They had bid everyone a farewell and spent the night trying to kill each other from forceful orgasms. The result being Harry's doubting she could stand for any length of time today her legs were so wobbly, and it was Charity surgery day.
"Unhand me, woman. We both have dates with some unshaped clay today and it's time to get to it," said Harry as she tried to move to the side of the bed. No matter what position they fell asleep in, they always woke up in the middle of the bed with Desi lying on top of her.
"You're giving up medicine to make bowls, baby?" She moved with Harry trying her best to convince her to stay in bed a little while longer.
"No you have big globs of clay waiting to be bowls and vases, and I have big blobs waiting to be surgeons. Some days I think you might have better luck with your blobs than I have with mine. Don't get too carried away out there today, and I'll try and finish up at a decent hour so we can go out to dinner. Cooking once a week is my limit, and yesterday was it." Harry put her hands over the ones on her middle and turned her head for a kiss. "There's that and the fact I love taking my girl out."
"You have a date, baby." Desi got up after Harry and put on a robe so she could downstairs and make some coffee and breakfast. While she enjoyed having Mona around to cook for them, it was nice to take care of Harry's eating needs at least once a week. It made her feel like she was contributing something to their budding partnership. "Any requests for breakfast, love?" she asked before heading down the stairs.
"Surprise me."
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"I'm sorry but Dr. Basantes won't be seeing patients here this morning. If you'd like, I can make you an appointment for Wednesday afternoon if you can wait that long," the receptionist informed Byron over the phone.
"But I just have to talk to her today. Is there anyway you could tell me where to find her?"
"She's staffing surgery at Charity today, sir, so she'll be unavailable for most of the day, I'm sorry. Dr. Vargas is available if you absolutely need an appointment today." Before Irma, Harry's receptionist, could say anything else the man hung up leaving her wondering what he really needed.
After parking across the street in the Tulane Hospital parking garage, Byron sat on the steps of the medical school, which faced the entrance to the doctors parking for Charity Hospital. He figured Harry wouldn't remember him from school, and she had never seen him with Desi.
Once he got a look at what kind of car she drove he would go and get the vehicle his father had lent him and follow her home. He looked disgustedly at all the vendors that had begun to setup in front of the large structure. The world was full of freaks and perverts, so Byron thought this was the perfect place for Desi's friend to work.
He saw the Range Rover pull into the drive and the electric window start to go down. It was her and she was motioning to the guy selling bags of mixed fruit over with a five dollar bill.
"Hey, Dr. B, how's it hanging this morning?" asked the tall African American man with long braids in his hair. He was a recovering drug addict who had found a job hawking fruit in front of the hospital, and Harry was one of his most regular customers on the days she worked. Always paid with a five, and always told him to keep the four she had coming in change.
"A little low and to the left, Henry. How's it going with you?" She held up her usual crisp bill with one hand, the fingers of the other drumming on the steering wheel.
"Okay, doc, I just have twenty bags to go."
"Good luck, and stay clean, buddy," answered Harry as she put her keycard into the meter making the wooden barricade blocking her path rise.
"Thanks, doc."
Byron was right, she never noticed him in the crowd of colorful characters that always seemed to adorn the outside of the medical facility. Harry was more concerned with maneuvering the suv in the tight parking lot. She had always thought it had been easier becoming a doctor than it was to try and get around in the parking facility built by some state engineer. Maybe I'll get a motorcycle and give Desi this thing, thought Harry as she backed into the first space she found.
The lot was close to empty when she pulled out at six that evening, punching the speed dial to the house from the car to talk to Desi. "Hey, honey, how was your day?" she asked when Desi answered the phone.
"Hey, you, it was great. I have a present for you. It's still cooling but I made my first vase and it's all yours." She was happy but didn't want to go into all the clay that had collapsed on her throughout the day, but the more she did it the more it came back.
"Too late, I already have your first creation. It's in my office uptown sitting on my desk," said Harry pulling into traffic.
"What creation is that?" Desi was standing in the closet in her underwear trying to figure out what to put on.
"It was an ashtray you made in the fifth grade that has your finger imprints on the bottom along with your name. I guess you had to add the name so I wouldn't get confused in case some other cute girl gave me an ashtray with her finger impressions on the bottom. I keep candy in it and it's a constant reminder of my favorite cute girl in the world." She was enjoying the conversation on the way home and it was grounding her to hear Desi was all right. Her last case of the day had been a broken jaw that had been a result of domestic violence, and it had thrown Harry for a loop.
"I see, well, baby, you get my second creation too. While you're waiting for it to finish creating would you like to share with your girl where we're going tonight so I can get dressed."
"You're naked?"
"Why yes, Harry, I am, and I'm waiting to get dressed so spill it."
"I don't know. It may take me the whole drive home to decide where we're going. How's this, if you are naked when I get home I'll even buy you dessert?"
"If you bring home dessert you could lick it off of me now that I am an expert in the field," Desi bantered back. All she heard was a growl over the line and the sound of the front gate opening up. Putting her robe on she went out to the balcony with the phone and bent over the side to get a look at Harry. Waiting for the scrub-clad woman to bid the guard goodbye Desi smiled down at the one person who made her world spin.
"Are you still naked under there?"
"Come on up here, doc, and find out," said Desi as she disconnected her end of the line.
Running back into the bedroom she stripped off the robe and lace bra and panty set she had put on and jumped on the bed. She laughed when she heard Harry running up the stairs taking them two at a time from the sound of it. Not seeing Rachel's car in the driveway Harry reverted back to her old ways and started stripping on the other side of the door. She opened the door and made it to the bed in three big steps.
"I missed you today, baby. Would you like to see how much?" asked Desi.
Seeing Harry naked at the door and heading toward the bed made it apparent that another shower would be needed before heading out to dinner. Feeling Harry roll them over so Desi was on top doubled the wetness between her legs when Harry's hands closed over the cheeks of her butt and squeezed. Getting back to what she had in mind before Harry shot her concentration Desi broke off their kiss and moved down Harry's body.
"I've been thinki
ng about you all day. Thinking about how you look when you're turned on, and how you taste. Running my fingers through all that wet clay had me thinking about running my fingers over you, baby," Desi told her in a low voice.
The whole time she had been talking she had been running just her nipples over Harry's body making Harry's breathing speed up. The late afternoon sun lit the room enough for Desi to see the effect of her actions on Harry as she came to rest between the muscular legs.
Running blunt nails up from Harry's feet, Desi finally used her two index fingers to part wet slick folds. Taking one finger she put it just under the hard, slick spot and pressed down making her clitoris protrude even more. Desi decided to try something on Harry her sister had told her about and said it would get her great results.
Spearing her tongue, she started to write out the alphabet on Harry's point of need. Deciding on the lower case letters because it involved more swirling motions made her realize Rachel did have good advice every so often. By the letter 'g' Harry's hips were moving trying to increase the pressure Desi was applying, and the letter 'i' earned her an "Oh shit, baby."
She didn't make it passed 'k' before the urge to suck it into her mouth won out over Harry's education. Sliding two fingers into her, Desi sucked until she felt the walls around her fingers contract signaling Harry was coming. Desi knew Harry was enjoying what she was doing when the pressure from the fingers threaded through her hair keeping her mouth in place turned slightly painful.
Desi hadn't made it all the way back up to the head of the bed when she was flipped over and pinned to the comfortable surface. It was Harry's turn and having studied Latin, she knew a whole new alphabet Desi hadn't experienced yet, but just as she was about to return the favor Desi held her in place.
