Missing scene from 1x18 'Doubt'

Warning: there is a slightly M rated part

You Have To Go?

Kurt McVeigh wasn't entirely sure about what had just happened. Did she really leave, just because he likes Sarah Palin? Could it be that he had gone too far with the flirtation? Of course showing off with that photo was intentional on his side, and sending the book seemed like a funny idea, and looked like she appreciated his humor, and enjoyed their little game.

Not to mention that she was the one who sat in to their meeting with Will, which was a clear sign of her interest for him. And that he ran into her in court, that was obviously not a co-incidence either. "That's right you're here on another case," no way he could have misunderstood that. She was waiting for an invitation from him, and still she was the one, who left in the end.

He thought the dinner was going well, he thought that with that kiss he showed her he wanted to be with her. He thought he understood women well enough, but it looked like this time he made a mistake, and he wasn't sure what that mistake could have been. She laughed at his jokes, she seemed interested in him, if nothing else, but her kiss was a sure sign of that.

How could she leave him that way? Just because of Sarah Palin? She couldn't have really meant it herself. Maybe this time he should be the one making a move, show her he was still interested. He couldn't let Palin stand between them, that would be too ridiculous. They obviously liked each other, they are adults, why not behave like adults, and get over those differences for just now? They'll have plenty of time to argue about politics later, and he was sure it would be fun, but at that moment it didn't seem like there was a possibility of later. Why should their political differences ruin their first date? It just didn't feel right.

He stood up and walked towards the exit. Those three generations of democratic ancestors won't stop him, and he intended to make sure she'd stop thinking about them as well.

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Diane got out of the hotel very quickly, got into her car, but she didn't start the engine. She wasn't entirely sure if she'd done the right thing, leaving him that way. She was the one who provoked this dinner, by pretending to run into him in front of the courtroom. She checked his court date, for god's sake. She probably would even have asked him out herself, but she wanted to let him think it was his idea. He looked like a man who would insist on such things, and although it was hard for her playing the girl in front of him, she kind of enjoyed it at the same time.

He gave her enough signs himself as well. The fact that he came to tell Will personally that he wouldn't take the case, she felt that he only did that for her. He could have done that easily on the phone, she flattered herself with the thought that he only came to the office to meet her.

He was so different from any other men she'd met before. She'd only met too kinds of men before. Those who were afraid of her ice queen mask and didn't have the courage to get nearer to her and the bastards, who used her, and she ended up getting hurt at the end.

But Kurt McVeigh was clearly different, he was a gentleman, who wasn't afraid of her and for sure he wasn't a bastard. A man who only takes cases where the client is innocent, she still found it amusing, but at the same time she respected him for it. He stood out for his values too, and it only made him more likeable in her eyes. Not to mention that he managed to make her laugh so easily.

But the fact that he liked Sarah Palin, while she couldn't think of another person who annoyed her more than her. Of course she was sure he only put out that photo to tease her. That scene in his office seemed obviously staged to her, with him talking on the phone, like she did when they first met.

Maybe that was all just part of the flirtation, maybe he isn't so obsessed about Palin after all, maybe she could cure him out of her, or in case she couldn't, at least they'd sure have tons of fun arguing about her. At least she'll hear him talk.

She couldn't believe her own thoughts, she seriously considered to overlook the Palin-factor and give him a chance. He clearly had a huge effect on her, though he didn't talk much, but his kiss was more persuasive than any words.

She really had to stop thinking and just for once listen to her instincts. She wanted to be with him, it was no use denying this fact.

She opened the door, and stood out of her car again, determined to go back in, but they ran into each other much sooner then she'd expected.

"Are you going for a walk?" she asked with a smile.

"Why? I thought you've left."

"I haven't. I…could we go back in, to…talk?"

"Sure, if your ancestors won't mind?" he replied with a grin.

"I told them to shut up," she said and passed by him walking towards the entrance. She heard his steps behind her.

Inside the hotel she didn't turn to the direction of the restaurant, she headed towards the elevator. She didn't look back, but she was sure he was still following her.

They were standing side by side in front of the elevator, without looking at each other. Once it arrived he followed her inside, and she turned around to face him. He looked at her as if he wanted to ask something, and she tried to answer his unvoiced question with her eyes. He pressed the button and the door closed behind them.

They didn't move until the elevator stopped, this time she was the one following him. He stopped in front of the door, opened it, then looked back at her, and she walked inside without saying a word.

After closing the door he turned towards her.

"I…" he started, but she walked up to him and placed a finger on his lips.

"Sssh," she said smiling at him.

"I thought you want to talk," he said silently, and smiled back at her.

"And I thought you don't exactly like talking," she replied and placed her arms around his neck.

"I could try."

"But not now," she whispered before kissing him.

That's why she came back, his kiss was irresistible, it simply made her want more. It had to happen, it just couldn't be wrong, because it felt so right being in his arms. She'd never liked to be told what to do and not to do. She wanted to be with him tonight and no one could have made her walk away again, not until she'd gotten what she'd longed for from the moment she'd met him.

She stepped out of her shoes, tossing them aside. They were almost the same height, not that it would have mattered, she just felt more comfortable without her high heels. He seemed to like this move, because he parted his lips from hers for a second and presented her with a smile then continued kissing her lips even more eagerly.

After this she didn't hesitate long, she wanted to get rid off his jacket as soon as possible. She grabbed it and tried to pull it off, but his hands were around her and she didn't succeed. She needed his consent to let her take it off him, but he didn't seem to care about helping her out. He obviously enjoyed running his hands on her back and due to the light fabric of her dress it felt like as if his hands were already burning her skin.

It didn't seem fair that he had more clothes on and the only thing she could do about this, was to start unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't stop her, in fact his lips left hers and they started to make their way down her neck, kissing her skin where the dress didn't cover it. It only made her reach for his buttons more avidly, his moustache was tickling her skin and she had to suppress the urge to moan just yet.

When she was done with his shirt, she tried to pull it off again along with his jacket, but his arms still didn't let her do what she wanted. Nevertheless her hands found their way to his back and she actually had the advantage of touching his bare skin now, which satisfied her. She knew he would let those pieces of clothing fall soon enough and she'd have to give him something in return.

His lips found back to hers and they started tasting each other again, while their hands were making their ways on the other's body. Her hands on his skin seemed to make him even more daring, they left her back and moved on to her hip and her buttocks. There was just one thing she wanted, to get rid of those two pieces of clothing and she gave it another try. Now that his hands were lower, she could pull them down on his arms, freeing his shoulders and her lips left his to try and force him into obeying her with her eyes.

He gave in, his hands left her body for a short while so she could rid him off his clothes, then his lips were back on hers again, just like his hands that started to wander around her dress. It took her while till she managed to concentrate on the fact that his hands were looking for something. She had to mentally chuckle at the thought that he must have been trying to find a way to open her dress and he couldn't.

But soon after this realisation she was caught off guard with his move. He grabbed her dress from around her thighs and started to pull it up. She wasn't ready for this yet, although she knew it was technically her turn. She had no idea how to fight it though and she did want his hands to finally burn her skin directly. All she could do was prevent him from taking the dress off her and she was determined to do that.

He pulled up the dress as high as he could and when he realised she wouldn't let go off him to make it easy for him, he just decided to do what she'd done before. His hands disappeared under her dress, touching her bare skin and she couldn't suppress her moan any more. He replied with kisses and for a moment she wouldn't have minded if he'd ripped the dress off her just to get them to the next level more easily. But he made a completely different decision. His hands under the dress were on her back again, and he easily found the opener of her bra.

He stopped kissing her for a short while and waited just a second for her reaction. She would have had the chance to stop him, but she didn't have the power. She kissed him and he took it as a permission to open the clips. She knew she was wearing a strapless bra, she had been the one putting it on that evening. She knew that the undergarment she'd carefully selected for that night would end on the ground the next moment, without even being seen by him first, but she didn't care. All she cared about was his hands on her skin, making it burn like it hadn't burnt for a while. She let him touch her, she longed for his touch and she didn't want him to stop.

His hands on her breasts increased her desire and she didn't think long when she reached for his belt and quickly opened his pants. He didn't even have the chance to stop her. When his pants reached the ground, he stepped out of his shoes and his pants and tossed them aside. She was about to decide what to do with her hands next, when he suddenly moved his hands from under her dress and it fall back on her thighs. They were standing close to each other, he nearly naked and she still almost fully dressed.

She would have let him take the dress off her now, but he didn't seem to want that. Instead he kneeled down in front of her and pulled her dress up a little again, until his hands reached the suspenders. He opened them and rolled down her stockings one by one and she raised her feet to help him get rid of them. Then he started placing kisses on her legs, moving his head upwards, until it disappeared under her skirt. He kept on kissing her thighs and she just couldn't take it any longer. She reached for the dress and pulled it up on herself, getting rid of it easily.

She reached out for his cheek and pulled it a little upwards, silently forcing him with her eyes to get on his feet again. He stood up and took her in his arms, their bodies hugging each other tightly. Their kisses started to get even more passionate and she soon felt that he was slowly pushing her in the direction of the bed. She let him control her and they ended up on the blanket in each other's arms.

o-o-o

She had gathered her clothes from the floor and already put her underwear and stockings back on. She reached for her dress that lay beside her on the bed when she heard his voice from behind her back.

"You have to go?"

She turned in his direction and she couldn't miss the smile on his face when his eyes rested on her bra for a minute. The memory of what had happened only a short while ago almost made her blush, but then she realised she hadn't replied to his question yet.

"Yes, I have an appointment early in the morning."

He sat up and pulled her in for a kiss. For a short moment she forgot that she'd wanted to leave and she folded her arms around his neck. When their lips parted she pulled back her arms and started putting her dress on. She just loved kissing him and being kissed by him and after what had happened that night she wished to see him again. She wasn't sure if she should tell him, but she again felt that she had nothing to lose. She put on her dress, then stood up and turned towards him. She bent closer to him and kissed him one last time. From the kiss he could have understood that she wanted more, but just in case he didn't she made sure he did by whispering to his ears.

"Call me!"