A/N:I really enjoyed your reactions on my last D/W one-shot and I know some of you would like me to write romance for them again. I'm able to do that in my AU multichap, but canon fics are harder, partly because I didn't ship them like that on the show since Diane's engagement. But I want to be able to write them romantically again and this fic is another step in that direction I guess. I honestly don't know where I'm heading and it probably won't be too long either, but I thought it might be more fun to post it in chapters. I'll try to update quickly though.
This wasn't my first or second choice for the title, but since both of my ideas have already been used in the fandom, I decided to reuse one of my titles with a minor change.
Warning: sexual suggestions, but I was told it still flies for T rating, we'll see if it changes later ;)
Disclaimer: Even if I owned TGW, which I clearly don't, I would still not put this in the show, this is what fanfics are for.
Chapter One
Her moan echoed through the silence and she placed a palm on her mouth to prevent it from happening again. Even if she hoped no one could hear them. That would be embarrassing. She wasn't even sure what she was doing there. In the dark. With him. She hadn't even known this guy for a week and that was just one of the many reasons why this was probably the worst idea ever, but her body seemed to disagree.
She felt that sensation again and as she squirmed from the wave of pleasure she searched for something to grab not to fall down. With her back pressed against the cold tiles she put her other hand on the side of the sink to hold onto it. She closed her eyes, trying to forget where they were. That might make it easier.
Sex in the office was such a cliché after all, and Diane Lockhart tried to avoid those as best as she could. She wasn't one to make mistakes, lose her head like that, but it still happened once in a while. And when breathing got difficult again and she managed to keep another moan inside she wasn't even sure anymore if this was a mistake at all. Her head said it was, a big one. He was like half her age, and being a cougar was another cliché she did her best to avoid.
What am I doing?
She closed her eyes even tighter, as if that could make it go away. She wasn't supposed to have sex in the bathroom of her office with her young co-counsel. She knew better than to mix business with pleasure. Even if he was an eye candy and had flirted with her since the day they'd met. She should have said no to his oncoming, why hadn't she? She could still say no, make him stop, but her body said otherwise. Whatever he was doing to her down there, she never wanted him to stop.
The waves of pleasure became more frequent and she lost track of her chain of thoughts. He was working hard to please her and it was too late to be sensible. She gave in to him fully, ready for the climax she was obviously in need of. It's been a while. And when she came, not even the palm on her mouth was able to silence her scream.
"My pleasure."
She heard the male voice that sounded so distant and all too familiar. She felt his hands slide around her waist, burning her skin even through the thin fabric of her dress and soon his lips landed on hers. She returned the kiss, her eyes still closed. He was a great kisser, that was part of how he'd convinced her to let him do this and she was determined to have no regrets.
When the kiss ended she was already smiling and opened her eyes slowly to be able to see his face.
Just to wish she hadn't.
"Will?" she was stunned to meet the eyes of her business partner. What the hell?
"You don't seem too happy to see me. I thought I was doing well," he teased in a playful tone.
"No, this can't be happening," she panicked and placed her hands on his arms to push them off her.
"Did I do something wrong? I had the impression you enjoyed it," he remained calm, while she got even more scared. What did they do? How did it happen?
"I need to go," she set herself free and rushed out the bathroom door and into her office, grabbed her purse, then ran as fast as she could in her heels towards the elevator.
o-o-o
Red mug in hand, Diane was sipping her second morning coffee at her desk. This seemed like a lovely day already, only the closings were left from the trial, she might be able to get to bed before midnight for a change. She glanced on the notes she'd scribbled down before falling asleep last night. She got this, the jury would eat it up.
"Good morning," the cheerful voice from the doorway almost startled her and when she raised her eyes and faced her partner, the coffee mug fell from her hands, right on the table.
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