How Do You Mend A Broken Heart

by Ali Vali

  "No, lover, I want to look in your eyes when you make love to me tonight so don't move."

  Harry shifted to be able to slide her right hand between their bodies and started to carry out Desi's wishes. Holding her weight off Desi with her other arm, she started with some slow kisses on Desi's neck moving quickly back up to her lips. Long fingers stroked between Desi's legs softly at first but turning hard and determined when she wrapped her legs around Harry's back. Harry rocked her hips in time with her hand giving her strokes an extra push into Desi, her thumb slamming into the hard nub every time she came down.

  "Yes, baby, just like that. Oh God that feels so good, look at me, Harry, look at what you do to me," screamed Desi as her pupils dilated and she clamped her sex around Harry's fingers.

  Once was not enough, so after she came, Desi lifted her leg until it made contact with Harry and started them rocking again. Harry was primed after all the talk Desi had provided while she had been making love to her. Desi dug her fingers into Harry's butt when she heard the grunts in her ear telling her Harry was close again. At the last minute Harry pushed up with her upper body so that she could speed up their thrusts getting them to their destination.

  "Baby, you're very good at that. Maybe that early retirement you talked about wouldn't be such a bad idea," said Desi. She was shifting around under Harry trying to find a comfortable spot after she had collapsed on her after they came in one big grunt.

  "If I did that all day I'd be dead in a week," said Harry rolling over to her side. She was still mostly on Desi trapping her with spent appendages. This was the best way she could think of to come home.

  "Okay, baby, now you have to take me out to eat. You really know how to build up an appetite in a person, so get moving." She slapped the closest butt cheek she could reach with one hand and pushed up with the other. "And you have yet to tell me where we're going." She followed Harry into the bathroom intent on sharing a shower.

  "Gosh, Desi, where's your sense of adventure."

  Harry leaned into the shower stall and adjusted the water to a tolerable scalding temperature before jumping in. She felt the warm body press up against her back the moment she put her head under the stream of water. "Do you think I'm dirty?"

  "Yes and you're incorrigible too, so hands off me or I'll never get anything to eat." Desi continued to run soapy hands over Harry's body knowing she was a sucker for the sensation.

  "How about if I bought you a Port of Call burger, would you let me touch you then?" asked Harry as she turned and faced Desi.

  "Honey, for one of those suckers with the baked potato, I'll have your baby."

  "Deal." It came out quickly before Harry lost her nerve.

  The answer left Desi stunned for a moment and Harry thought she had crossed the line. They had never really talked about it, Harry always thinking it was too soon in their relationship. But the fact was it would have to be brought up eventually if it were to be a healthy pregnancy because of the age factor.

  "Okay…did you mean deal in the sense of you want to have a baby with me, or deal you want to buy me a burger?" asked Desi. She crossed her fingers so Harry wouldn't chicken out and give her an answer she thought Desi would want to hear. "Before you answer, I want you to do me a favor."

  "Name it."

  "Remember that you own my heart because I gave it to you freely, so if you love me, tell me what's in yours." Desi kissed the spot over Harry's heart when she was done.

  "Both. I want to have children with you soon, and I want to buy you a burger tonight. If you don't want kids it's okay, I'll just live vicariously through Butch." Harry leaned her cheek on the top of Desi's head nervous that she may have given away too much of what her dreams were too soon.

  "Nope, I want my own and they have to be a part of you so my suggestion to you, Dr. Harry, is you call your brother and ask him for a favor. No beating around the bush and no long waits, I think we're ready and we're entitled to our own little bundle of joy. Now move that fine ass out of the shower and feed me," demanded Desi. She didn't move until the water cooled a bit since she was soaking up the wonderful hug Harry was giving her. They were finally getting it right, and all it took was complete honesty and open lines of communication.

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  Dressed in jeans and sneakers the girls headed out to their old haunt, never noticing the old car that kept behind them for the length of the ride. Byron had waited outside the gates to see if they were staying in for the evening and formulating his plan on how to get into the house.

  He followed them to the restaurant and stayed long enough to watch them go inside then left, figuring they'd head back to the house once they were done. It was making him sick to watch the way Desi threw herself at this woman she was with. When she was with him she had never reached for his hand, and never leaned over to initiate a kiss. All this time he should have known there was something wrong with her. It had nothing to do with him.

  He parked his car on one of the side streets and then jumped the fence to Harry's property staying in the shadows until he reached the house. Armed with a pair of bolt cutters, glasscutter and another surprise he waited for the lovebirds to get home. He wasn't going to spend time in jail over a fucking freak.

  Coming out of the eating establishment that looked like a hole in the wall dive, Desi asked, "Do you remember the last time we ate here together?" They had just finished and were walking back to the car holding hands.

  Since their last venture to the restaurant that served mostly natives, the area around Esplanade Avenue had become the mecca of gay bars and restaurants. No one really gave a second glance to two people being affectionate in the area since it had become such a common sight.

  "Of course I do, my love. I had that old two seater that was perfect for getting you to sit close to me. God I loved that car. We had the squirt with us and just like tonight you socked away that huge burger and even bigger baked potato. The only difference would be the addition of two beers to go with the meal," said Harry. She deactivated the alarm when they reached the Range Rover, then pressed Desi to the side so she could kiss her before she opened the door.

  "That's different too, baby, though I would've welcomed it back then as well." Desi looked up at Harry with a dreamy expression on her face then moved so her chivalrous date could open her door for her.

  They drove back to the house in a companionable silence just enjoying each other's company having already talked about their day over dinner. When the gate at the front of the house slid open after Harry pressed the key attached to her visor, nothing looked out of the ordinary.

  Harry walked around and let Desi out of the car, then fumbled with the door lock since Desi was draped over her back tickling and trying to distract her. It was as if Desi didn't want to lose the playful mood they had been in since their call on the way home. Desi was already planning many more nights like the one they were finishing up, since they had been able to cover a multitude of topics without difficulty.

  Harry walked up the stairs with Desi's legs wrapped around her waist. The fact she had made this trip so many times it had become rote, helped in that she didn't have to break the kiss they were sharing. When they got to the bedroom Harry sat on the bed with Desi still on her lap and leaned back so she could feel Desi's body press into her own. It was the uncommon noise coming from the closet that broke their kiss.

  Looking at the clock on the nightstand and seeing the usual digital read out was missing, Harry knew the electricity was out. Having what had happened to Jude fresh in her mind, she eased Desi off of her and looked at the closest house noticing their upstairs lights were still shining. The blip from the closet alarm panel was still working because of the battery backup and it indicated a breach through the kitchen doorway.

  Walking back to the bed, Harry put her index finger to her lips as a signal for Desi to keep quiet as she retrieved something from the under the bed. With a duffel bag drape
d over her shoulder Harry brought Desi with her through the balcony doors where she dumped out the bag and whispered in Desi's ear what she wanted her to do.

  "Baby, I want you to climb down and make your way over to the studio. The electric feed comes to that building first before it comes to the house so there should still be power in there. Call the police and tell them there's been a break in and the guy is still in the house. Whatever you do don't come back until I come out to get you or the police do and tell you it's okay. Now go and I love you."

  "Harry, you're coming with me aren't you?" She watched as Harry unrolled a small ladder that fell to the ground below. They were common in the old houses made mostly of wood, making it easier to get out in case of a fire.

  "No, I have a feeling I know who it is and he and I have some unfinished business, now come on, baby, get moving," said Harry with urgency.

  She kissed Desi quickly on the lips and helped her over the side of the railing watching as she made it to the ground and ran off in the direction of her studio. Harry turned and headed back into the room and stood in the center for a moment to get her bearings. Listening to see if Byron would give her a clue as to where in the house he was, she used the time to let her eyes acclimate to the darkness.

  Glad that they hadn't undressed yet, she headed for the hall and down the stairs using the outside edge so they wouldn't creak. At the bottom she paused before heading to the sunroom knowing Desi's estranged husband would have to come through it to get to the main part of the house. Marshalling all her calm, Harry sat on one of the couches in the room and waited. Listening hard, she could hear the man panting in the kitchen.

  He sounded as if he was afraid and was trying to decide what to do next. What you do next, asshole, is serve a very long prison sentence unless I decide to beat you to death before the cops get here, thought Harry. She had pressed the police key on the alarm pad before leaving the bedroom, which quieted the blipping noise. Harry didn't want anything scaring Byron off before she had a chance to get her hands on him.

  Okay, Byron, this is just like the last time. You make your way through the house and grab Desi. Only this time I know it's her. He stood in the kitchen a minute and went through his plan one more time before moving. After looking through the windows while the women were out, Byron saw the doorway through the big glass room was the easiest way to get into the main house. There he was positive he would have no trouble finding the stairs and his wife.

  Even though it was a full moon and a clear spring night, he never saw the figure staring holes into him. When he made it to the middle of the airy room Harry's voice broke the silence that had prevailed until that moment.

  "Hello, Byron, it's been a long time. Welcome to our home, though most people use the bell and the front door." He pulled the gun from the waistband of his pants and pointed it straight out making a circle in place trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

  "I don't want to hurt you, I just want Desi then I'll be on my way."

  "There in lies the problem, old pal, Desi doesn't want you," said Harry as she moved further into the shadows. She hadn't planned on the idiot having a gun, and it was not in her plans to get shot that evening.

  "Well you lost, you sick fuck. Desi married me and that's the way it's going to stay. I'm not going to let some fancy attorney, that you paid for I'm sure, make it otherwise. Now where is she?" screamed Byron. He was sweating now and the gun was getting slippery in his hand. Why had it been so much easier the first time?

  "Put the gun down, Byron, and let's talk about this like two adults. Desi's not going to leave with you tonight, or on any other night for that matter. Don't you want what's best for her?" Harry sounded almost reasonable. She was watching him and it wasn't a comforting sight.

  "I tell Desi what's good for her, I'm her husband goddammit. That's the way it works."

  "Your daddy tell you that one, sport? If you were a real man you'd put the gun down and deal with me the way he handled your mother. You are a man aren't you, Byron?" Her voice had taken on a sarcastic edge figuring the only way she was going to prevail was to push all his buttons.

  "I'm the one who's normal here, and yes, I'm a man. My father is a real man who taught my brother and me how the world works, so don't you go insulting him. You got me, bitch?" The sweat was dripping into his eyes now and he was having trouble seeing anything in the room.

  "I'm sure that's what he was doing last night when he beat your mother to death in his living room, teaching her how the world works. Only problem with that is, who's going to do his laundry and cook his meals? Come on, little boy, put the gun down and deal with me the way your old man dealt with your mother. He was a real man because he let his fists do the talking for him. You're nothing but a fucking coward hiding behind that thing in your hand. No wonder Desi picked me over you. God you're pathetic, losing your woman to another woman no less." Harry kept up her taunting until he yelled at her to stop.

  "You're nothing but a pervert and a liar. My parents are just out of town."

  "Sorry, pal, your mother is lying on a cold slab down at the morgue, and your daddy is playing hide the soap with some big bubba down at central lock up. I know it doesn't seem fair to you but it's against the law to kill your wife, even if it seemed like a good idea at the time. Come on, Byron, you afraid of me or something?"

  He pulled the trigger and shot. Hearing her hit the ground made him feel better. She kept talking about his family, so he was justified in his actions. Now all he had to do was find Desi.

  Desi was out in the studio still on the phone with the emergency operator when she heard the pop come from the house. The phone slipped from her hand as she sunk to her knees in tears. "Harry!" was the scream the operator heard from the other end. She raised her voice from her end trying to get Desi to pick up the phone again so Desi could tell her what was happening. After hearing the name Harry screamed a couple of more times, the only sound the operator heard was the sound of running feet and the slam of a door.

  Desi ran to the house as quick as she could ignoring her promise to Harry not to do so. She just knew Harry needed her and she wasn't going to leave her lover alone in the house with that animal. As she made it through the kitchen door, Desi heard the crash of broken glass coming from the sunroom. Not thinking of her own safety she moved in that direction.

  "This if for that broken leg you gave her you bastard," screamed Harry as her fist connected with the side of Byron's jaw. They were in the yard and Byron was trying his best to land his own blows, which Harry had no trouble sidestepping.

  "This is for all the other times you laid a hand on her," Harry continued, this time aiming for his nose. When he swung out clumsily she grabbed his hand and folded all his fingers back until she heard the crunch of bone.

  "Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?" asked Harry, not letting go of the hand. Sending a punishing kick to Byron's side, she added to the bone breaking total with two ribs. As he stood there swaying she continued her monologue not noticing Desi was watching them.

  "Let me explain something to you, pal, Desi belongs here with me, not because I own her, but because here is where she wants to be. I'll never let anyone especially you hurt her again. I love her too much for that." She paused a minute and delivered another swing that broke his jaw. The scream of pain he released shook Desi out of her trance. She yelled to Harry, as she was about to hit him again.

  "No, Harry, that's enough. He's not worth it, baby, please stop," she walked through the broken window out to Harry. When Harry let go of his hand, Byron fell in a heap on the grass. Not caring that Harry's hands were full of blood, she just hugged her and pulled the strong arms around her in a plea for Harry to hold her.

  "What are you doing here, honey? I thought I told you to stay in the studio until I came and got you?" asked Harry not letting go of her.

  "I heard a gunshot and I couldn't stay in there knowing you might be hurt. Harry, what in the world is the matter with you? You could have b
een killed in there. Next time just leave if the person has a gun. I swear you make me so mad." She pulled away from their hug and hit Harry gently in the stomach. "You're all right aren't you?" she thought to ask as she started checking every square inch of Harry's body.

  "Yes I'm all right, the picture on the far wall of the sunroom didn't fair so well though. Come here you," said Harry pulling Desi back to her. This was finally over.

  "Thank you, Harry. No one has ever stood up for me the way you do and I love that about you, even if you are an idiot. You've been my savior since I was in pig tails, and I have a feeling you'll still be filling that role when I'm old and gray."

  The police found them in that exact position when they finally arrived. After answering their questions, they were assured Byron had been brought to the hospital to have his injuries tended to with an armed escort. As soon as he was done he was headed to central lock up where he would join his father and brother. Mike had surrendered peacefully when the police surrounded the house after a neighbor called and said they had seen movement.

  Roger Landry left a unit at the house over night so the girls could stay there even with the broken window in the back. He was glad to see this case end on a high note and not with the dragging off of body bags. The Desi Harry led up the stairs that night was so different than the one he had interviewed all those months ago. Now she appeared to be happy. Roger figured Harry who held her hand throughout the night had a lot to do with that.

  "Baby?" asked Desi. They were lying down in the middle of the bed relaxing and trying to calm down after the night's events.

  "What's on your mind, Des?"

  "Can things get back to normal now?" She propped herself up a little so that she could look at Harry. The smile that creased her lips couldn't be held back when she saw the love staring back at her from those incredible blue eyes.

  "Count on it, lady. From here on out it'll be family dinners, pottery, medicine and two point five kids. I'll teach them to throw their clothes on the floor to keep Mona on her toes. You'll become rich making little expensive bowls so you can keep me in my old age, and we'll all live happily ever after." Harry sealed her predictions with a kiss.