A/N: I know, it's an odd pairing. Can you blame me for the fantasy, though? They're both delicious. Set after Season 3 Episode 20ish... the one with the finger in the purse.

Alex was leaning across her desk, the sleeves of her light pink shirt rolled up her forearms. She was stacking and reorganizing files when Fin entered.

"Thanks for dropping the charges against Claire," he said, closing the door behind him.

"It wasn't me, we had the evidence," Alex replied, not looking up.

"Look, I'm sorry for riding you about the indictment, I know it wasn't your fault."

"Petrovsky's still pissed at me..." Alex trailed off, not wanting to reference the Cavanaugh affair directly.

"Yeah, I know," Fin answered, nodding slightly and turning to go.

"Wait," Alex called out. "You did good work. With Claire. Well done."

Fin smirked slightly, "Yeah, well."

Alex sighed and finished packing her attaché, "Want some company, detective?"

Fin turned back around, surprised, "That depends who's asking."

"A friend," Alex replied, "who also could use some company."

Fin closed the door he had opened and walked toward the desk wearing his unreadable cop face.

"What kind of company are we talking about, counsellor?"

Alex draped her suit jacket and attaché on the desk and leaned back against it, watching Fin.

"What kind are you looking for?"

Fin smiled his sideways smile outright, "The kind you probably not used to."

"Try me," Alex replied, jaw set, arms crossed.

Fin walked through the four feet of space that separated them to stand directly in front of Alex. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, removing his hands from his pockets. Alex stood so they were face to face. Neither one moved.

"One night. Comfort," Fin said softly.

Alex look him directly in the eye.

"Why now?" Alex asked.

"No questions," Fin replied.

Alex's jaw clenched.

"Can you handle that, counsellor?" Fin grinned, "this is all new territory for you, little-miss-high-society."

Alex's jaw dropped slightly.

"Alex, I'm not tryina' scare you. I'm just saying, if you're in, get over here because I'm sick of waiting." Fin said, looking her up and down.

Alex nodded slightly and Fin reached behind her, grabbing her hair and gently drawing her in for a kiss.

Alex felt a rush of heat travel all the way through her body. She pushed forward, hands grabbing the collar of Fin's leather jacket as she kissed him, hard. Instinctivly, her tongue wound its way into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Fin's hands dropped to cup her ass and lift her so she was sitting on her desk, him between her knees. When they finally broke apart, Alex was the first to speak.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Baby, we're gonna need several."

Alex shivered as he ran his hand down the side of her arm. She started to lean in again when he spoke,

"Not here, your apartment."