This Chapter takes place in S01E02, it was inspired by the conversation between the two of them and uses the premise that Will and Diane are friends with benefits.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I hope you all enjoy, I know Lockner are an odd ship to some but to me, the chemistry was always there; just a minute away from friendship bubbling over into romance.

Please review and let me know if you'd like to see more!

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"Your stripper was hooking."

"Why is she my stripper when she does something bad?"

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"Will!" Diane called. "Hurry up I'm going to be late!" A low grunt of acknowledgement drifted through the door of her bathroom and Diane shook her head with a smile. Leaning back against the headboard she picked up her phone, she might as well check her emails while Mr. Georgetown made himself all pretty. Straighten her legs out she began scrolling through her mobile. "Marks is in town and wants a meeting" She yelled hearing the shower cut off and stifling a laugh. "As if he'll get one," She mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes. "Annette from Lyman and Associates is looking to settle," Diane continued in a shout. "and Kalinda thinks-"

Her loud sentence was cut off as Will suddenly flung open the bathroom door. His hair was wet, chest slick and he wore nothing more than his black boxer- briefs. "Kalinda thinks?" He prompted with a smirk as Diane's eyes traced up and down his body, lingering slightly.

"I, uh-" Diane faltered swallowing hard before turning back to the device in her hand. "Kalinda thinks she may have something to increase the settlement." She finished breathlessly, setting her phone back down. Will grinned widely, sauntering over to her with a mischievous look in his eyes. "What?"

Shaking his head, Will crossed over to the bed, climbed on and straddled her thighs.

"Will," She said shaking her head. "We can't, I have a meeting and you-" Her protest was cut short as Will leant forward pressing his lips sensually to her throat. Diane's eyes rolled back into her head as he began lightly nipping down her clavicle and her hands moved to tangle in his wet locks.

"Hmm?" Will prompted smiling as he undid the sash of her silk robe and slid a hand in to skate across sensitive skin. Diane gulped again, trying desperately to clear her mind as she continued.

"You," She gasped as his mouth dropped to an exposed breast, sucking hard on an already erect nipple. "you," She tried again, this time finding her resolve and using his hair to pull him backward; whining as his lips left her body. Will groaned at the pain or perhaps the lack of contact. "You have court." She finished with a smirk.

Will flung his head back dramatically as he rolled his eyes. "With the stripper?" He confirmed.

"With the hooker," She replied with a small grin and her hands pulled him back again for a long, slow kiss. His tongue tangled with hers passionately and Diane groaned at the sensation.

Pulling back after a moment, Will smiled down at her.

"What?"

"Nothing." He defended with a naughty smile.

"Will," She warned suspiciously, her eyebrow bouncing up curiously.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about court…" He supplied, leaning in to press his lips to the soft skin just beneath her ear. "and you." His voice was low and gruff and Diane smiled. Letting him place kisses down her throat and letting herself enjoy his lips on her skin, she frowned suddenly realizing where his mind had gone.

"You were thinking about me and the stripper, weren't you?" She asked and Will pulled back to meet her sparkling eyes. "Will?" She questioned pointedly, resting her hands on his shoulders and holding him at arm's length.

"She's a hooker," Will replied with a glint in his eye and Diane shoved him, pushing him back as he laughed. "Hey!" He yelped as she grabbed a pillow and began pounding him with it. Rising to her knees she lobbed the pillow at his head, her laughter mixing with his.

"You are so-"His partner was cut off as Will grabbed the duvet she was kneeling on and pulled it from beneath her. Diane shrieked, losing her balance and falling to the bed, somehow ending up with Will hovering over her; her hands held captive by his above her head.

"It's a very pretty picture," He whispered looking down at her. Diane squirmed trying to free herself, but he was much stronger than her and he held her still with the weight of his body; his hips pressing hard against hers.

"Me and the stripper?" She asked incredulously.

"You and the hooker," He smirked and Diane rolled her eyes.

"In your dreams," She scoffed back, meeting Will's eyes challengingly. Her partner merely chuckled, bending down to press a lazy kiss to her lips, before pulling away. Sighing slightly, he released her arms and let her curl them around his neck.

"What time's your meeting?"

"Just after 8," She offered glumly as Will glanced over to the bedside clock.

"Argh!" He groaned dropping his head to her shoulder.

"I know," She agreed, using her hands to lift his head and bring him in for one more heated kiss. The pair broke apart both panting and smiled at each other.

"I wish we didn't have to go in," He responded petulantly and Diane let out a loud, rich laugh. Shoving him off her again, Will complied and fell back into the mattress as Diane hopped off the bed. Re-tying the sash securely at her waist, she flashed a smile over her shoulder.

"How's that going by the way?"

"The stripper?" He queried, resting his arms under his head as he watched her disappear into the en suite.

"Yeah" She yelled back.

Will let out a puff of air and rolled his eyes. "As good as can be expected. The whole hooking thing didn't help."

"I can imagine," She mumbled around her tooth brush as she re-entered the room and leaned against the door jamb.

"Yeah, the jury isn't as sympathetic as we'd hoped." He sat up, shaking his head as he met her blue eyes. "But your friend Abernathy is the real fun. Sucker for a cause, isn't he?." Will raised his eyebrows meaningfully and Diane let out a laugh before returning to the bathroom. "Don't think you can just walk away," Will shouted after her, listening as he heard the sink running. Glancing over at the clock again, he sighed inwardly. He should probably be getting ready too, Diane's apartment was closer to the courthouse than his, but it was still a 20 minute drive.

Diane returned from the bathroom and moved toward her closet. "How's Alicia doing?" Will looked up from pulling on his shirt, watching greedily as she dropped the silk robe and stepped into a tiny scrap of lace.

"Good," He replied after long pause, his voice sounding hoarse. "She stumbled a bit yesterday, but other than that..." Will trailed off, his fingers pausing in their buttoning of his shirt as he watched her roll her stockings up her legs.

"What's the story with her?" Diane asked casually, unaware of the effect she was having on her business partner. Will frowned, finally managing to button his shirt and moving to pull on his pants.

"I told you, we went to law school together,"

Diane hummed as she clasped her lacy bra into place. "I guess I just wondered if there's more to it?" She questioned turning to face him with a curious expression. Will's eyes thinned as he took in her tone.

"That sounds an awful lot like you're breaking the rules…" He said and Diane raised her hands in surrender.

"Hey, I know the rules. Don't ask, don't tell was my idea, remember? I was just wondering if there's more to what you told me?" She queried, stepping into her closet to pull out an outfit for the day. Will waited until she re-entered the room, wanting to see her face. Diane returned with a white blouse and black pencil skirt. Laying them on the bed, she turned to glance at him over her shoulder.

Will had taken up residence on one of the large arm chairs in her room, putting on his socks and tying his shoes. "She's a friend and I wanted to help her out." He said purposefully, his eyes locking on hers to reiterate his point.

"As long as that's all she is…" Diane replied, slipping into her skirt and zipping it up over her oxford blouse.

"That sounds like jealousy," Will warned jokingly.

"No, it sounds like you're her boss and she's your subordinate." She said turning to him so he could see her raise an eyebrow.

"There's nothing there," He shot back in annoyance, wishing she would just drop the topic.

"Okay," Diane conceded, sitting on her bed as she reached down for the heels she'd cast off so carelessly the night before and sliding her feet into them.

"Okay." He copied, moving to the nightstand to grab his watch and slip it onto his arm. "Have you seen my tie?" He asked after a long period of silence.

"It's in the living room," She supplied moving to her dressing table, to start her make-up.

"Thanks," Will nodded, picking up his suit jacket and swinging it on, he made eye contact with her in the mirror of her vanity. "I'm going to go." He added with a short smile.

Diane smiled in return, leaning her head to the side as he stepped closer to lay his hands on her shoulders and press a kiss to her jaw. She sighed deeply, watching him, watching them, in the mirror. Will's teeth moved to scrape ever so gently across her throat and Diane let out a moan.

"Don't leave a mark," She begged and Will smiled dangerously at her reflection, sucking on her skin once more before backing off.

"Thanks for last night," He said cheerily, giving her shoulders one last squeeze before turning for the door.

"Will," She called after him and he turned back. "I really was just asking," She shrugged.

"I know." He responded kindly. "See you later," He smirked his goodbye, leaving her to continue her morning rituals.

Diane shook her head, looking at herself in the mirror, she heard her front door slam. Turning her neck slightly she noticed the patch of newly red skin. "Bastard!" She cursed in a whisper, knowing it would have to be covered up.

As she got to work on applying her make-up, she thought through the previous evening and this morning. Perhaps it was wrong of them to continue this little affair. As partners in a law firm, being friends with benefits was definitely not advised, but somehow they made it work. They hardly spent every night with each other; they got together maybe once every 2 months. It worked for them, a good way to blow off steam with the comfort of fucking someone you already knew; no strings or further obligations. Staring at her reflection now, she huffed. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, maybe they should stop; go back to being just friends and partners. Rolling her eyes she blew out another puff of air, her mind settling on a verdict. Maybe they did need to end things, but maybe not today.