AN: Greetings, citizens of Haven! This is my first Haven fanfic and it's basically an excuse for smut because we all love smut. I mainly wrote it because, of course, I love Duke and I actually think he's a better person for Audrey than Nathan because apart from the fact that she always seems more comfortable around him and the fact that he seems to have more respect for her choices (even if he doesn't always agree with them), but I really don't like Nathan as a character and I hate how the later seasons became more Nathan's story than Audrey's.

That being said, I may or may not write a Duke/Audrey/Nathan smutfic in the future because yay polyamoury!

Enjoy!

It's raining when she knocks on his door. Pouring, in fact, which is why it startles him to find anyone at his door in the middle of the night, let alone in such harsh weather. As of late, he hasn't done anything particularly worth noting (that he's aware of) so it couldn't have been the cops. Of course, it turns out to be a cop.

"Audrey!"

Her smile is forced. "Hi, Duke. Can I come in?"

"Of course." He opens the door for her; a gesture he would only ever do for her. "Can I get you something to warm you up? Tea, coffee or maybe something stronger?"

"No," she quickly answers. "That's not what I'm here for."

Before he can say another word, his mouth is stopped with a harsh kiss. It isn't anything like a first or second kiss and it's certainly nothing like what they shared in…

He shakes his head of the memory and moves to pin her against the wall, kissing her neck until he stops at the chain that hangs from it.

"You're wearing the locket I gave you."

She nods, panting as she reaches between them to stroke the growing semi through his pants. The sensation makes him shudder.

"It's why I'm here," she whispers between the kisses she trails from his earlobe to his neck, making him moan instead of asking her what the hell she is talking about. "No more talking, now. I want you."

He nods and leads her to the bedroom, stripping layer after layer of clothing from her body until she is half-naked and on his bed, crushed under his weight. If she had been anyone else, he would have simply fucked her against the wall and be done with it. But this isn't just anyone, he reminds himself. This is Audrey.

There is nothing gentle or romantic about their foreplay. Duke finds himself surprised, though not unpleasantly, by the way Audrey takes charge. Normally, he is the dominant one with the women he sleeps with, but his head is suddenly spinning with the mental image of her cuffing him to the bed and having her way with him, not allowing him to come until she tells him to.

Their struggle for dominance is almost violent, leaving bruises and bite marks on both bodies. She pulls his hair. He grabs her throat. She scratches his back. He bites her nipples. Finally, she has him naked and on his back with his entire length in her mouth. He gives in, moaning and cursing. His left knee starts to shake like a dog having its belly scratched.

"Oh, fuck!" he cries. "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!

"Stop. I don't wanna come yet."

She nods with a wicked smile that makes his cock twitch and moves to sit astride him, pulling him inside her. As she begins to move, Duke recalls seeing a painting of Venus when he was a boy on a school trip. The goddess now seems, to him, an old hag compared to the image of Audrey touching herself as she rides him.

The boat shakes when they come together.

The storm passes when it's over. Audrey rests her head on Duke's chest, listening to his heartbeat, while he makes constellations out of the freckles on her back. He stops when he finds the locket resting on her shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Audrey?"

She laughs softly. "At the moment, letting my limbs recover."

"That's not what I mean. Why are you here?"

Audrey looks up to Duke with an unfamiliar twinkle in her eyes, holding the locket between her fingers. "Because of this."

Duke's brow furrows. "I don't follow."

"I was just looking at it today," she explains. "It got me thinking about things; about you, about me, about how little time I have left here and…well, what happened in…"

Colorado. Fucking Colorado. "Okay…"

"I don't know why I kissed you, but I think you know that I only stopped because I didn't want to ruin anything. Your friendship has always been important to me and if I'm going to disappear soon, it would kill me if your last memory of me was of how much I screwed it up."

This does nothing for Duke's confusion, let alone his comfort, but he continues to listen nonetheless. "Okay."

"But then I thought about it and I asked myself: what if I'd already screwed it up and not in the way I thought I would? What if I'd just ruined what we could have had instead of what we already have?"

Duke furrows his brow. "Okay."

"Then I asked myself something else: what if I didn't ruin what we have? What if I actually made it into something better? What if it turns out to be the best days of our lives, no matter how numbered mine are?"

"Okay."

"Duke, please say something other than just 'okay.'"

"Okay," Duke shakes his head and curses himself under his breath. "Um…I'm still not sure if I really follow."

Audrey smiles weakly and shifts to his level to caress his cheek.

"Duke," she says softly. "I only have so much time left in Haven. I don't want to spend the rest of that time wondering what might have been."

"What do you want then?"

She answers with a chaste kiss.

"I want to give us a chance," she says. "Even if it doesn't work out, at least it'll leave a good memory behind when I'm gone. What do you think?"

Duke says nothing but mirrors Audrey's gesture with another stroke to the cheek and another kiss.

"I think," he finally tells her, "that this might be a terrible idea, but it's worth a shot."