"Do I have to sign it?" Kurt laid on his back next to Diane, trying to catch his breath.
Diane looked over at her lover, and patted his chest in comfort "It's standard operating agreement. The retainer agreement sets out…"
Kurt interrupted, "The retainer agreement prevents me from doing this" he rolled over and began nuzzling her neck.
Diane closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mustache on her neck, his hot breath on her skin.
She groaned, "It doesn't prevent you from doing that, but it begins to be on the border line of conflicts of interest."
"So what? I'll sign off on your conflict." Kurt began applying open mouth kisses to her neck, then her chest, and began working his way down to her breasts.
Diane's hand grasped his head, threading her fingers through his hair, intending to stop him, but the gentle pull of her nipple with his teeth had her pulling him closer to her breast rather than pushing away.
"Mmm, it's not just…." His hand began palming her neglected breast, "it's just… it's not just…." Kurt pulled away from her breast looking up at her. He grinned, he was beginning to convince her to see it his way. Kurt switched breasts, licking her nipple, teasing it.
Diane groaned "unethical….not, can't….wait, stop." That got Kurt's attention. He released her nipple with a pop.
"What are you trying to say Ms. Lockhart?"
"I'm saying we can't sleep together, it would be unethical." Diane's eyes were closed when she said this. She knew that if she looked in his eyes, she'd give in.
"And if I promise not to fall asleep?" Kurt smirked at her.
"You know what I mean" she kissed him.
"No I don't Ms. Lockhart." He continued to ply open mouth kisses to her, giving her skin nips and bites.
She groaned in frustration. "Sex Kurt, we can't have sex."
Kurt looked at her and looked down their bodies. She was sweaty, sexy as hell, and irresistible. He was sweaty, hard as a rock, and ready to go for round three. "So, tell me Ms. Lockhart, what have we been doing this afternoon?" He ground his body against her, emphasizing his point. The heat and moisture of her sex spurring him on.
"We've been getting reacquainted with each other." Her leg wrapped around his lower body, holding him against her.
"What do you say that we get reacquainted in my bed?" He began looking around "This hard floor is killing my knees."
Diane laughed. She had to admit, sex on the floor in Kurt's gun locker and then subsequently in his work area wasn't exactly the most comfortable. "As long as you promise to sign the retainer agreement in the morning." He placed one more kiss to her lips. She groaned as he stood up and offered her a helping hand. Although she had agreed with the suggestion, she didn't think he meant immediate. She missed his heat, his closeness, and his proffered hand was a lifeline to his body.
Diane took his hand and he pulled her up. "I promise to agree to sign it in the morning." He pulled her naked body against his. "Very late in the morning." He backed her against his work table.
Diane pushed him off her… "I'm supposed to be getting reacquainted with your bed, Mr. McVeigh, not the work table." He smirked at her. She egged him on, "I've already become acquainted with it, well, briefly."
And with that, she sauntered out of his work area, a sway to her hips as she walked outside, without a stich of clothing on her.
He shook his head at her flirtatious antics, "very, very late in the morning. I've got a lot of reacquainting to do."