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A/N: Originally a challenge response on LJ.

Mike lay sprawled across the marble floor, panting heavily. His hair was mussed, and his clothing – or what little remained of it – was out of place.

He looked up, admiring Connie's half-naked silhouette in the sunlight that streamed through the frosted glass window. She crossed the small, private room; retrieving articles of their clothing that had been tossed aside in the heat of passion.

"That was incredible," he managed to say. His brain cells, which had taken a vacation during the encounter, were still unaccounted for.

He'd never think of the New York County Supreme Courthouse the same way again.

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