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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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Harry led Desiree out of the library and through the high ceilinged walls of the palace. She walked, looking around with interest, with her hands behind her back. Harry was still processing what had been said with the meeting his father.
“You okay?” she asked, as he opened a door and motioned for her to follow him. She walked through the door and he closed it behind her. She looked around the room, which was more like a small apartment, his uniforms neatly stacked on a small table beside his bedroom door. “Harry?” she looked at him suspiciously.
Harry laughed quietly, shaking his head at the tone that she used to ask the question. “Nothing like that, it just offers us some privacy.” He took her hand and led her to the lounge positioned in front of his TV in the corner of the room. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. She looked at him expectantly. “I wanted to speak to you myself about all of that, but he insisted he had to be there. Sorry.”
Desiree shrugged. “What happens is meant to happen. I know where I stand now, and where they stand with me.”
“They do care about the well being of you both,” Harry admitted. “According to William, our Grandmother now considers you to be much like a national treasure.” He screwed up his nose, making her smile. He loved that smile, the way she smiled with her eyes as well as her mouth.
She looked down at the ground. “So I’m due to head back to Australia the day after tomorrow,” she said slowly.
“Yeah,” he said, he couldn’t help but feel dejected at the thought. “I’ll keep tabs on the signals to get you back here for your deployment.”
She smiled, looking thoughtfully at his face. He knew she was trying to read him, so he smiled. He didn’t want her to know how much it hurt to think about her leaving. “Are you going to be alright?” she asked.
He gave a small laugh. “That easy to read, am I?” She looked at him expectantly. He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Argh! You do strange things to me, Desiree.”
She looked at him in amusement, still smiling. He laid back, so his head was resting on the arm of his lounge, rubbing his face with his hands, groaning as he did so. He wasn’t sure he was ready for her to leave just yet.
She gave a laugh, poking him with her finger. “Oh come on, you went three years without seeing me. A few months couldn’t kill you.”
He raised his head slightly to meet her blissful gaze. “That was before last night.” She stopped laughing and looked away bashfully. He smirked, it was mean to do it to her, but he also loved that pink tinge she got to her face when she was embarrassed. He stretched his arm up and reached for her, pulling her roughly down to lie on top of him. “Among other things,” he added, smirking as he pressed his lips to her.
She kissed him back, before propping herself back up onto her elbows beside him. Her dark hair dropped down her side from her ponytail. “It was okay,” she said smugly, trying to hide her smirk.
Harry looked at her incredulously, before trying to grab her into a fierce hug, unfortunately she was tottering on the edge and as she tried to avoid it, she rolled off the lounge, grabbing hold of him in an effort to stop herself. He tried to stop her and rolled off too, landing with his hands on either side of her head.
They looked at each other for a moment before they both started laughing heartily. Harry rolled over onto his back beside her, still laughing. “That was your fault,” he joked.
“My fault?” she cried in exasperation, still laughing. “You’re the one that tried to grab me.”
“Hug you,” he corrected her, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow. “I was trying to hug you.”
“Call it what you will,” she replied mischievously, turning her head to the side to look at him. Harry looked back at her wolfishly before rolling on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and then rolling back onto his back, her still wrapped in his arms. She squealed with laughter as he kissed her around her neck. “Okay, okay, stop!”
He smiled, before moving one of his arms and moving the scarf from her neck. It was obvious that its purpose was to hide the mark he had left. Secretly, he enjoyed seeing the mark on her neck, it sent a thrill through him, knowing that mark meant that she was his finally. She freed herself from his arms before she pushed up off the ground, settling herself back onto the lounge, adjusting her top. Harry continued to lie on the floor, admiring her as she fixed her hair. He had a thought.
“Tomorrow night, you and me, dinner.”
She raised both eye brows and looked thoughtful. “I’ll have to speak to Dan or mum and dad, see if they have any plans.”
“If they do, I’ll speak to William and Kate. She loves Ryan and i’m sure she would be happy to babysit.”
Desiree looked at him in surprise. “Uh, okay...” she answered slowly. “What’s the go?”
“Nothing in particular, I just want to have one last dinner together before you head home,” he replied innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, but then shrugged.
Harry walked Desiree back out to her car, she was due back to have dinner with her family. Harry leaned down to kiss her on the cheek as he farewelled her. To his surprise, she looked at him with raised eyebrows and a coy expression. She stepped in closer, draping her arms across the back of his neck and leaning in until her lips touched his. Harry put his hands on her hips and held her close, her perfume washing over him and sending warmth throughout his body.
She pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “Nothing too fancy tomorrow night, okay?”
Harry looked at her guiltily. “Uh, maybe just a little fancy?”
She pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes slightly. “No stylist team, I can make myself half decent on my own, you know?”
Harry smiled coyly. “You’re half decent without any help.”
She groaned. “Please don’t go getting all cheesy on me.”
He laughed, hugging her tight. “I’ll send a car for you at six.”
*******
                Desiree got back to the hotel in time for dinner with her family. She walked up to her parent’s suite, where they were watching TV. Ryan ran over quickly, hugging her.
“Oh, here she is,” her Mother said appearing from the bed room. The room service menu was in her hand. “We were just about to order.”
“Wait, we aren’t going downstairs?”
“Can’t,” Dan said matter-of-factly. “You’ve been all over TV again.”
Desiree groaned. “What for this time?”
“They got footage from another Afghan op,” her Father said, he was typing on his laptop. “I’m talking to the unit now; they’re thinking the media may have found you in a video uploaded by one of the boys six years ago.”
She thought back for a moment. She looked at her Father, alarmed. “Dad, that’s not the video I think it is?”
“No, not the one where you got hit by shrapnel. That got pulled days ago by the guy that posted it. A blanket order went out that any videos or photos of you that weren’t defence endorsed were to be pulled prior to the release of the palace’s media release on you and Harry on operations together.”
Desiree released the breath she didn’t realise she had been holding.
“Come on, Des. What you want?” her Mother asked, sounding awfully Asian, she occasionally slipped back into her Asian accent when she was being impatient.
They ordered their dinner and when it arrived sat down and talked.
“So what did you go see Harry for?” Dan asked, with a mouthful of food. Desiree heard someone kick him under the table and he jumped. “Ow!”
Desiree looked at her parents, who were both glaring at him. “Don’t mind him being nosey,” her Mother said, focusing on her plate of food. Desiree smirked at her Mother. She could tell that on the inside, her Mother was busting to interrogate her daughter for every detail.
Ryan looked at his Mother, before speaking between mouthfuls. “Mummy, did you go to the palace today?”
Desiree offered him a small smile. “I did,” she said. “I had to go and speak with Harry,” she looked at her Mother and Father. “And his Father.”
“Oh, daddy too?” Dan jeered. Desiree rolled her eyes, taking another mouthful. She looked to her Mother, she could see she was bursting to ask questions but was trying to act indifferent.
“It’s actually something I should discuss with you guys.”
Her Mother put her knife and fork down carefully, before looking at Desiree calmly. She couldn’t fool Desiree though, she knew that her mother was pinging off the walls in real life. “So, when is the wedding?”
Everyone at the table except Ryan looked at her Mother in disbelief.
“Oh god, mum, so much no,” Desiree said rolling her eyes. She explained the plan that they had come up with for the time being.
Her Mother and Father looked thoughtful, obviously considering the plan, while her brother looked sceptical. “And you are okay with transferring to the British forces?” Dan asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Never, I won’t be transferring, if I decide something long term is going to happen, I’ll be asking for an attachment.” Dan smirked and nodded, somewhat proud. “Saves me wearing their gaudy ceremonials,” she added, winking at him.
They all laughed out loud, returning to eating their meals. Desiree looked at Ryan to see he looked upset. “What’s wrong, honey?” she asked, concern settling in.
He looked up at his Desiree sadly, his eyes glassy, like he was trying to hold back tears. “I thought you weren’t going away anymore,” he murmured. Desiree looked sadly at Ryan, then up at her Mother and Father, who also shared pained expressions. She picked him up from his seat and put him on her lap, as tears slowly began to trickle from his eyes.
“No, honey. Mummy’s job means she will always be going away, but I probably won’t ever be going to war again,” she said, as Dan stood up and began clearing the plates on the table back to the trolley. “And you’ll be able to visit me during school holidays too. And at the end of the school year, if you want to, you can come and live over here with me.”
Ryan looked thoughtful. “Where are we going to live?”
Desiree looked at her Mother and Father for help, who appeared to be doing their best not to laugh, but it was her Brother, who appeared beside his nephew’s head.
“The palace, Ryan. Only the best for Princess Desiree.”
Desiree grabbed him by his ear, pulling up sharply and making him yelp with pain.
                Next evening, Desiree prepared for dinner with Harry. She wasn’t sure what to expect but wore a nice white, long sleeve, short length dress with black detailing and mesh to show off her cleavage. She slipped on some simple black heels and curled her hair. It wasn’t long before it was time to leave, she kissed Ryan good night and said good night to her parents.
She took the elevator down to the lobby, the Concierge was already waiting by the elevator doors. “The car is waiting out the front, ma’am,” he said, motioning to the front door.
“No throng of media awaiting me too?” she asked in surprise.
“No, ma’am. A cordon has been placed on any building that contains your son, ma’am. Unless they want to be slapped with a heavy fine and possible jail time, they will not be coming near this hotel while he is here.”
Desiree nodded, impressed by the lengths the palace had gone to in keeping Ryan safe. She followed the Concierge outside, to find Harry waiting by the car, talking to his security officers. He was dressed in a dark pair of trousers, a light purple shirt and a dark dinner jacket. She felt her heart flip as he looked up and saw her.
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                Her light brown eyes immediately met his, as soon as she stepped outside. Her long legs looked even longer than he remembered in the short dress she wore. He pushed off the car he was leaning against, briskly walking up the steps to meet her. He noticed the mesh at the chest, and could make out the gunshot scar underneath. He looked at her face quizzically.
“I told you, I don’t care what other people think and I’m not embarrassed by it. I only worried about what you might have thought,” she said bashfully.
Harry smiled, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Honestly,” he whispered in her ear. “I think people will be too distracted by your legs. Wow.”
She laughed, before looking around nervously. Harry looked around too, he noticed some tourists nearby staring at them and beginning to talk to each other, pointing at them. “Right,” he said, taking her by the hand. “We should go.”
He led her to the car waiting, holding the door open for her, before climbing in behind her. Once inside, he leaned across and kissed her on the cheek. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered.
Desiree looked back at him, a mischievous look on her face. “Not bad for a one woman team, huh?” she joked. Harry laughed, before stealing a kiss from her lips.
“Not too shabby at all.”
She smiled at him smugly when he pulled away, before looking out the window. “So where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he replied mysteriously as the car pulled away from the hotel. He smiled cheekily at her, before looking her over again, he couldn’t stop looking at her legs. “Did you grow overnight or something?” She turned and looked at him with a puzzled expression. “I just don’t remember your legs being that long.”
She laughed and shook her head before looking back out the window.
They soon pulled up to the restaurant where he had arranged for them to have a private roof top dinner. Desiree looked around as he helped her out of the car, he noticed she seemed rather indifferent to the location. He hoped she wouldn’t be disappointed by what he had arranged.
Harry also noticed the raised eye brows of the valets when they saw Desiree, he couldn’t help but smirk. He felt a sense of pride when he thought of the impression she left on men when they saw her. Tonight especially, she seemed to be leaving men in awe, as he took her arm and they entered the restaurant.
Desiree went to enter the restaurant but was pulled aside by Harry, pointing towards a set of stairs to his left. Desiree looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, but Harry didn’t say anything, instead motioning for her to follow him.
He led her up the stairs until at last he opened a door and led her through. They were now on the roof top, the restaurant situated on a hill overlooking the river and with a clear view of the city and stars.
Desiree walked through the door, a look of awe on her face, past the two wait staff who were watching her with big grins on their faces and winking at Harry as he followed her. Harry stopped and waited while she took in the scene.
The roof top had been decorated as he had asked, with small flower bushes and bursts of colour. The table was small and intimate with a simple lily centrepiece and candles. Nothing over the top.
She looked back at Harry with a coy expression. “You really can get cheesier.” Harry laughed. Harry shook his head and gave a laugh.
She smiled again, looking back over the view. “I do like it, it’s a beautiful view from up here,” she said wistfully.
The waiters looked at Harry and then nodded, smiling. “Shall we bring drinks, sir?” Harry nodded and they quickly departed.
Harry smiled as soft music began to play. Desiree looked around the roof top before looking back at Harry expectantly. He shrugged, before taking her hand and leading her to the table.
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                Desiree laughed and chatted with Harry throughout the night. Although romantic dinners had never really been her thing in the past, she had to admit that she enjoyed Harry’s company. They joked and flirted all night.
As the waiters came and took away their dessert plates, Harry leant back, gazing at Desiree. She looked around before looking at him questioningly. He was making her nervous with the way that he was looking at her. “What?” she asked.
He smiled as a familiar tune began to play. She looked at Harry with raised eyebrows. He smiled wryly.
Desiree looked at Harry in disbelief as he stood up and held his hand out to her. Her heart began to beat faster and she knew her face must have been red by now as she took the hand he offered her. He eased her to her feet, before holding her tightly in his arms, beginning to lead her around the roof top to the song.
“Well, you got cheesier,” she sighed, shaking her head. She couldn’t believe the lengths he had gone to just for her.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he said, looking down at her with a cheeky grin.
She narrowed her eyes at him, before laughing quietly. “You’re enjoying doing this to me, aren’t you?”
He gave a quiet laugh, before dipping his head low so his lips brushed her ear. “You do this to me whenever I see you, Des,” he whispered, causing her to shiver with pleasure. He kissed her cheek softly as he swayed with her in his arms, both completely oblivious to anything going on around them.
When the song came to finish, Harry leaned down and kissed Desiree passionately. She could feel everything he wanted her to feel in that kiss, as he slipped his tongue between her lips and explored her mouth. Eventually, they pulled apart, Harry looking deep into her eyes, resting his forehead against hers. She would miss this when she went home.
Harry led Desiree back to the table, allowing her to sit before moving back to his own seat.
“I suppose we should be going soon?” Desiree asked, stretching. She was so full from the good food that she was starting to feel slack. She looked back at Harry, he was looking at her intently, she could see in his eyes a sadness that cut through her deep. “H, what’s wrong?”
Harry sighed before reaching into his dinner jacket and pulling out a small box. Desiree recognised it as a jeweller’s box. She tensed and felt her heart skip a beat for a moment, but realised it was too large to be a ring box. She felt relieved, but did her best not to show it, the look on Harry’s face made her wonder how effective she was in hiding it though.
“What’s this?” she asked expectantly.
“A present.”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
He shook his head, leaning forward on the table with a mysterious smile on his face as he put it down in front of her. She raised an eye brow. “Just open it,” he said flatly.
Desiree looked from the box to Harry, a wave of concern mixed with excitement washed over her. She reached out, lifting it from the table, it was lighter than she expected. She carefully opened the box, peering inside. She found a dog tag. His dog tag.
She felt a flutter in her heart as she lifted the dog tag to look at it closely. A small smile came to her face as she looked at him expectantly,
“You know, I’m dreading even a month without you here?”
She smiled apologetically, his dejected face pulling at her heart strings. She looked back at the dog tag in her hand, holding it up between her fingers, leaning back in her chair. “So I can take something of yours with me?”
He stood up, moving to her side and taking the dog tag from between her fingers before moving to stand behind her He undid the clasp on her necklace, sliding the dog tag down onto the hide string she wore around her neck. It slid down and rested beside her Buddhist Talisman.
“Only slightly against ASODs,” she said looking down and touching it. It didn’t really bother her if it was against uniform regulations. She felt her heart swell as she looked at the dog tag resting beside her Buddhist Talisman.
“So is walking around a Forward Operating Base in a singlet.”
She winced and narrowed her eyes at him as she turned to face him.
He smiled before taking her hand, pulling her to her feet and then into his embrace. He kissed her gently, before hugging her tightly, lowering his head so his lips brushed the sensitive spot on her neck. “You need to hurry back,” he whispered, his breath tickling her neck. She sighed and nestled into his chest, inhaling his musky scent, she knew that she would miss it.
*****
                They drove back to Kensington Palace, for a few more drinks and to chat some more. Harry helped Desiree out of the car when they pulled up to the back of the palace.
He led her to his room by her hand, they were laughing and joking the whole way, many of the palace staff watching them pass by with raised eye brows.
Harry opened the door to his apartment and led her through before closing it hastily behind her. He pushed her against the door, kissing her roughly, causing her to moan as he pushed her hands up above her head, entwining his fingers in hers.
He began kissing his way down her neck, causing her to gasp and push forward against his body. He growled quietly as she rubbed up against his already hardened cock, nipping at her neck. He pulled back and looked carefully at her neck.
“Something wrong?” Desiree asked, breathless but with a distinct challenging tone to her voice.
“You covered up the mark?” he asked, not releasing her hands.
“Disappointed?” Desiree purred with a smirk. The look in her eyes was very alluring and Harry crushed his mouth against hers again. He let go of one arm and placed his hand on her cheek, forcing his tongue deeper into her mouth.
With her now free hand, she clung to his ribs, he could feel her nails through his jacket and he growled, lifting her easily. He carried her to his room, lowering her back to stand on the floor beside the bed.
He had a thought as he pulled away from her. “I just need to go make sure the door is locked,” he whispered, taking his jacket off as he left the room. He hurried back out to the front door, locking it and hurrying back, taking his shoes and tie off as he moved.
When he returned to the room, Desiree was seated on the bed, taking the last of her heels off. She looked up and raised an elegant eyebrow, invitingly. He moved to stand in front of her, bending over and kissing her again. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt and the belt on his pants as he slipped his hand behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress easily.
It was a surprise to him, when she grabbed him by the shirt and easily flipped him onto the bed. He landed with a gasp, as Desiree moved quickly to straddle his lap, the dress she wore creeping up her thighs and exposing her black lace panties underneath.
She smirked down at him and kissed him again, slowly, teasingly. His hands roamed up her thighs and grasped her ass. When he did so, she grinded against him, causing him to growl in response. She pulled out of the kiss again and smirked once more.
“What’s wrong, H?” she asked cheekily, doing it again, causing him to groan this time and close his eyes. The next moment, he felt her lean forward and nip at his neck with her teeth. He squeezed her ass in response to the sensual feeling. “Mmm, so I’m not the only one with a sensitive neck, am I?”
Harry gave a light laugh as she began to move, beginning to crawl down his body, kissing and nipping down his chest and abs. She ran her fingernails down along his abs, causing another growl to escape his lips. He looked down and saw her smiling malevolently. “Desiree...?”
She ran her hand down, rubbing it against his now erect cock, causing him to groan and close his eyes and the sudden touch sent a thrill of pleasure through him. He felt her tug his pants down, and opened his eyes, sitting up onto his elbows to look down at her. She ripped off his pants and then proceeded to remove his underwear too. She smirked once more when she caught him looking at her again, moving back up to capture his lips in hers again.
She pulled his shirt from his arms as she kissed him and he slipped her dress down from her arms, feeling a sense of urgency to want to see her naked body again and to feel her nude body against his.
She broke the kiss to slip the dress over her head, allowing him to unclasp her bra with one hand before crushing her mouth against his again. He could feel her sense of wanting too, as she pushed him back down onto the bed. He tried to pull at her lacy black panties, but she swatted his hand away with a smirk. She ran her tongue lightly along her lips, glancing down at him as she began to kiss down his chest again, gliding her nails along his abs and finally slowing as she crept closer and closer to his erect cock.
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