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Fundraising night again. She´s dressed all in black this time. Bare shoulders, short skirt, silk strings drawing an intricate pattern on her back. It´s elegant but not sexy, and really, it´s almost as if she´s given up.
To her surprise, he´s seated with people of importance. She thinks that Cuddy must have something dirty on him if she trusts him to behave around that much money. Even more surprising, he asks her over to his table, introduces her and asks her to give an account of their latest case, which she calmly and clearly does. He seems proud of her.
Much later, having danced with a number of surely nice men she doesn´t give a shit about, she finds herself feeling weirdly detached and light-headed from all the lights and voices. She leaves for the roof to try to compose herself.
He´s beaten her to it. He stands there, resting his elbows on the railing, overlooking the rooftops. He´s anything but lights and voices.
"Hey," she says, not wanting to startle him.
"Abandoning the dance floor?" he asks without looking at her, his thumb brushing across his lower lip distractedly.
"Yeah, I suppose." She shrugs her shoulders and slides up next to him, trying to mimic his stance and near aloofness as she gazes upon a piece of the city. "I needed some fresh air."
"Riiight," he looks at her and smirks. "That´s a mighty fancy dress you´ve got going on there. Basically some strings pulled together with…strings. Very subtle. Did the boys not pay you enough attention down there?" He pouts his lip at her mockingly.
Her weird 'I-don't-care' kind of feeling is still lingering there and she´s a bit dizzy from consuming one too many martinis. It´s nice, she feels all bold and at ease with the situation, which is such a treat to her, and she's not willing to let it go now. No matter what.
"Well," she states matter-of-factly, "we both know I´m needy. The only problem is that my needs are so damn specific."
She´s leaning her back against the railing now, standing so close to him that his sleeve brushes lightly against her bare arm when he turns around, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"I´m intrigued. Keep the info coming!"
She looks up at him, wide-eyed, meeting his gaze without hesitation.
"I´m bored," she states. "I´ve been without sex for far too long and I need a man of considerable…" she pauses, smiling at his light smirk before dashing his premature thoughts, "intelligence to satisfy me. The boys I danced with just won´t do. They´re not smart enough to get a platypus interested, much less me."
For a moment she sees shock and surprise flash through his eyes but then he regains control and calmly replies: "Well, well, I do believe daddy´s little princess is tipsy. You should have stayed away from the big girl drinks."
She quickly inhales as if to respond, but then looks down, defeated and he suddenly feels a bit bad about harassing her.
"Look, go home and get some sleep, call a cab."
He reaches down his pocket for his cell phone, but having gone this far, there's no stopping her now. She's always stopped too soon, full of indecision and fear, but not tonight. She turns and faces him, finding herself so close she can feel his breath when he exhales.
"You would do," she simply states, her heart flickering but her voice steady.
"Ah, we´ve already been over this. I don´t do relationships!" he adds angrily.
" I´m not asking you to do a relationship. I´m asking you to do me!" she says with equal anger.
"Won´t work. You need love and I don´t even like you."
But she doesn´t back off. She won´t let him get to her now.
"Look, you´re extremely smart, the best diagnostician there is. That´s a major turn on for me, and I know you well enough to know what you do and don´t do. So please, damnit, just jump me!"
He looks down at her, his brows furrowed, but a small smile lingers in the corner of his mouth.
"You do realize I´m going to mock you about this for all eternity?"
Her gaze is steady, never leaving his.
"No pain, no gain. And does this mean we have a deal?"
"No," he turns away. "It´s a really bad idea." He limps over to a bench and sits down.
She slowly walks over to him, feeling a lot less embarrassed than she´d expected to.
"Fine, back to the dancefloor it is then." She sighs faintly. "I guess I´m stuck with Chase then," she pauses. "That is, if I can´t get Wilson´s attention."
She turns to leave but he catches her by the wrist.
"Don´t." He holds her firmly and she looks down at him, her eyes big and darker than usual.
"Why?"
"I think we´ve previously established that you´re my eye candy. Wilson´s got the nurses and I´ve got you."
He tries to ease the tension with one of his usual sarcastic remarks but the harshness around his mouth tells her that he doesn´t find this amusing in the least.
"What´s in it for me then?" Her tone of voice is light and her eyes are challenging him. She´s standing so close to him that he can smell that tantalizing perfume of hers. He looks up at her, piercing her with his blue gaze.
"You sure about this?" His voice so low it´s barely audible in the night air.
Realizing he´s finally giving in to her she suddenly feels herself almost unable to keep standing upright. Before he can change his mind she bends down and kisses him eagerly, mouth open and with all of the starved passion that´s been building up inside of her over the last couple of years.
He feels himself respond instinctively, in one move pulling her so close he can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress. This is insane. It´s ridiculous. It drives him crazy and he´s immediately ready for her, for this one night of something that he´s wanted for a long while. Without letting go of her, he stands and pushes her almost roughly against the wall.
Her hands run inside his dark blazer, drift down towards the waistband of his dress pants and begin to pull his shirt out in rough handfuls that jerk him towards her. She touches him, greedily exploring his naked skin. She´s shivering, she can´t wait to feel him inside her.
The smell of his sweat mixed with his distinctive after shave and the pressure of him pinning her to the wall almost make her come on the spot. She impatiently lifts her skirt and he helps her remove all the obstacles between them. And then he´s there, his naked heat drawing all the blood in her body to that point between her legs. She´s standing on her toes, her hands behind him, pulling him closer, closer.
She´s so wet he easily enters her, his eyes open, clouded with lust, mirroring hers. He´s got his fingers entangled in her hair, pulling it hard with every thrust, the other hand behind her, making sure she can´t move anywhere. Digging her fingernails into his back, she screams out in raw passion when she comes almost directly.
He feels her tighten around him and loses himself in an orgasm so intense he actually blacks out for a split second. He rests his head on her shoulder, trying to regain his breathing.
"God," he murmurs, his eyes closed and his hair curling from the sweat, "that wasn´t too difficult."
She feels him begin to pull away, but she quickly stops him with her hands on his shoulders. Her breaths are still fast and uneven, but the look she gives him is firm.
"If you don´t do that to me again I shall have to kill you." Her voice almost breaks "Promise!"
His eyes meet hers for a brief second before he pulls his pants over his hips.
"Okay," he says with a quick nod, adjusts his clothes and leaves the roof.
She watches the door close behind him. Her breathing is back to normal but looking down she realizes she´s an utter mess. Moving to get her purse, she suddenly feels the rapidly cooling semen running down her leg. She freezes.
"Oh, shit!"
Going through her purse she finds some tissues and wipes it off. She brushes her hair with her fingers and checks her make up. When she´s fairly presentable she goes down. The party is still alive and kicking but she calls a cab, picks up her coat and quickly goes home without talking to anyone.
When she enters her dark apartment she closes the door and allows herself to fall down on her knees. She feels nauseas. She´s finally gotten what she´s wanted, and it´s so much more overwhelming than she´d expected it to be. She doesn´t know how to move forward from this, and it scares the hell out of her that the only thing she wishes for, is to feel him inside her again.