Title: Detour
Author: crammit
Fandom: How To Get Away With Murder
Rating: M
Pairing: Annalise/Bonnie
Timeline: Set during S3
Summary: Annalise's words are white noise in Bonnie's head, swirling and pulsing like a live thing until they tug at the nerve endings in her fingers. – Rated M for smut and language

A/N: How To Get Away With Murder and its characters do not belong to me. I'm only borrowing them. But I promise to put them right back where I found them.

A/N: Big shout out to AudreyV for holding my hand as I took a running leap and jumped into writing in this fandom and this pairing. Or, more accurately, patting my hand and then throwing me into the deep end. I'm super grateful for her fandom counsel and also for being a badass beta.

Annalise's words are white noise in Bonnie's head, swirling and pulsing like a live thing until they tug at the nerve endings in her fingers. The muscles respond and pull the bones in for battle, her fists hidden next to her lap in the darkness of Annalise's car. The sensation of the passenger seat fades away from Bonnie's body until the only thing she feels is the rage sitting heavy in her chest, obscuring the love she feels for the woman spewing venom and sharp words toward her.

"I trusted you to do one simple thing and you screwed that up. Our witness shattered three questions into cross examination and I was left twisting in the wind because you couldn't do your fucking job."

"I didn't think that…"

"That's right. You didn't think. You never think things through, Bonnie. You always just…"

Around and around, Annalise chastises her in the summer heat of the car. A full fifteen minutes have passed since Annalise angrily pulled over on some deserted side street, the closest street lamp limply draping itself over the edge of the hood of Annalise's car.

In the darkness of the front seat, the detritus of Annalise's words continues to pile up. Bonnie sits until she feels her body reacting before she can stop herself. Her fists unclench faster than the punch she thought she wanted to throw and instead her hands are ejecting the seat belt and slapping the dashboard at the same time. She scrapes her inner thigh against the stick shift and welcomes the flash of pain. Shock backs up Annalise's words in her throat until the only sounds in the car come from Bonnie arranging herself over Annalise's lap.

It's a tight fit and she knows there will be bruises where the inner console and driver's door bracket her thighs but she'll welcome those as well. The look on Annalise's face makes Bonnie's voice come out shakier than she intends, but she lets her anger shore up her words.

"If you're so pissed, do something about it."

"Bonnie…"

It's the shift to pity in Annalise's voice that makes Bonnie grab one of Annalise's hands and shove it under her dress. Strong fingers press intimately between Bonnie's thighs, held there by Bonnie's fingernails scraping across the back of Annalise's hand. Gritting her teeth, sweat pooling at the base of her spine and gathering along her hairline, Bonnie rests her elbow next to Annalise's head on the headrest as her fingertips push against the roof of the car.

"I said do something about it, Annalise. Or are you all talk? Belittling others gets you off? Feeling better than everybody else since the perfect Annalise Keating never makes mistakes?"

"Stop talking."

"Maybe I screwed up, but if you'd paid a little more attention to the case instead of always— fuck."

It isn't that Annalise starts to move her fingers that makes Bonnie stop talking. It is that one moment they are against the fabric of her sensible underwear and the next they are tugging and pulling and slipping inside Bonnie before she even realizes what is happening. If Bonnie feels any embarrassment at how easily Annalise is able to slide inside of her, it dies at the groan Annalise lets out as Bonnie raises her hips and slowly rocks back down into Annalise's lap. Bonnie's hands find purchase against the soft sleeves of Annalise's summer blazer, the muscles there bunching and relaxing as Annalise fucks her. The wet sound is obscene in the quiet of the car and Bonnie's hair brushes against her eyelashes as she looks down to try and watch Annalise move inside her.

Her dress is bunched up by her hips and Bonnie can barely make out the pale skin of her thighs in the darkness of the car. It's the strong smell of her wetness that has her stomach tightening and then Annalise's other hand is pressed hard against her hip, stopping the rocking motions of Bonnie's hips. Bonnie looks up then, suddenly desperate to kiss the full lips parted with panting breaths.

"Stop moving. You want to be punished?"

The yes falls from Bonnie's lips so easily that she can't even be mad at the smirk gracing Annalise's lips. Annalise's hand slides roughly from Bonnie's hip to her back as Annalise pulls her closer, letting her bottom lip brush across Bonnie's mouth.

"Then take it like my good girl."