My first ever AU. It has the potential to be a multi-chapter but I'm not sure if it will be yet.
As always, it's unbeta'd and I own nothing!
Hope you all enjoy and review!
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"Is this seat taken?" Diane was startled out of her thoughts by a gruff voice.
"I'm sorry?"
"I asked if this seat was taken?" Diane forced a courteous smile in the direction of the middle-aged man.
"Uh, no." She responded. "Go ahead." Turning back to her drink she took a large gulp, the amber liquid burning its way down her throat. It had been one hell of a week, her current trial involved the murder and rape of a 16 year old girl and it was turning into one of the most difficult cases she'd ever faced.
Originally when she'd offered to help the DA, she'd thought it was a slam dunk, but faulty evidence, and incompetent police officers were hindering her chance at winning. So naturally she'd ended up here, at the bar a few blocks down from the courthouse, the night before the trial was set to begin. Exhaling loudly, she took another sip finishing off her drink.
"Can I buy you another?" Turning to her left, she raised her eyebrows at the man beside her. He wasn't unattractive, had a full head of hair and very chocolatey brown eyes, and Lord knows it had been a long time since a man had brought her a drink; but something about his smile made her think twice.
"No thank you, I'm alright." She declined politely, forcing another smile.
"Oh come on, let me buy you a drink." The man insisted, his hand moving to her knee and squeezing it slightly. Diane's eyes widened at his audacity. Her own hand slipped over his, digging her nails into his flesh; prying his fingers from her thigh.
"No." She replied simply, no longer smiling. The man removed his hand chuckling menacingly. His sleazy smile widening as he leant toward her.
"Come on Honey, you're all alone, let me get you a drink and keep you company." Diane's heart began to thud against her chest, not liking the tone his voice was taking. Suddenly she was incredibly aware of how much larger he was than her.
"I'm uh, meeting someone." She said with very little conviction, her voice wobbling slightly. Had it been any other day, any other week she would have had no trouble shutting down his unwanted affections, her voice wouldn't have wavered and a death-glare would have scared him off already. But after a 13hour day, staring at photos of a girl not much younger than her goddaughter; mangled and bruised, she wasn't quite herself. Will had been right when he'd said the case was getting to her.
"You don't sound so sure about that." The man's eyes darkened as he picked up on her hesitation, his smile almost predatory.
"I-uh," Diane began, only to be cut off as she felt the warmth of a hand on her back. Jumping slightly she turned to her right gazing up at another man.
"Sorry I'm late, sweetheart," The new man began in a drawl. "Traffic was murder." Diane gaped at the man, shocked but also thankful for the security he provided.
"No problem," She responded sickly sweet. Turning to the original man, she feigned one more smile. "Thanks for the company." She threw at him sarcastically, hopping off her barstool and grasping the hand of the other man. "Shall we?" she nodded to the second man, letting him walk her toward a booth in the corner of the bar; leaving the sleazy predator grumbling bitterly in his seat.
Slipping into the booth she let go of her companion's hand, smiling kindly as he moved to sit across from her.
"Thank you for that," She said softly, her smile widening as his own lips curved up under his moustache. Her heart fluttered slightly, finding his grin awfully charming.
"No problem," He mimicked her words from before. "Thought you may have needed an out."
"I did," She acknowledged. Thrusting her hand across the table toward him, she flashed him a genuine grin. "Diane," She introduced herself.
"Kurt,' He replied in kind, taking her hand in his and shaking it slightly. His hand was large in contrast to hers, his fingers strong and rough to her elegant and soft. Diane shivered at the warmth of his skin, her whole body seeming to ignite at his touch.
"Hello Kurt," Diane said still holding his hand.
"Hi,' He mumbled back and Diane dropped her head forward in a laugh. Kurt nodded with another charming smile. Releasing her hand and he signalled the waitress over to them.
"Can I buy you a drink, Diane?" He questioned in buttery-soft, southern drawl. Biting her bottom lip, Diane considered his offer. It was the same question the man at the bar had asked, and yet, for whatever reason Kurt's offer felt so much more appealing.
"I'd like that." She said flirtatiously after a moment, her blue eyes locked on his green. Kurt grinned again; and Diane couldn't help but do the same – he really did have a great smile. Breaking away from his gaze, she danced her eyes over the rest of him.
Kurt wore a plaid shirt with jeans, a green over coat; more outdoorsy than she'd ever be caught in, but somehow appropriate. His silver streaked hair was tousled and wild and Diane felt a strange urge to run her fingers through it. He looked to her like the perfect lumberjack or perhaps a cowboy. Yes, a cowboy, a cowboy was gorgeous eyes and a sexy smile.
"What can I get for you?" The waitress asked in a bored tone as she arrived, drawing both of their attention. Kurt tilted his head, gesturing for Diane to go first.
"Bourbon. Neat." She said once again locking eyes with Kurt. There was something about him that just entranced her.
"Same here." He agreed, his eyes were also on her; first distracted by her blue irises and then her lips, his gaze intense and wanton; as if he wanted to devour them. The pair sat in silence while the barmaid fetched their drinks, carelessly setting them down, before hurrying off to another customer. Reaching for his drink, Kurt took a deep sip, his green eyes smirking at her over the rim of the glass.
"So," Diane began as she brought her own glass to her lips. "Is this a common thing? Saving women at bars?" She asked her tone flirty and light.
"Yep," He replied casually, and she found herself laughing again.
"How very gallant." She observed as she took another sip of the burning liquid, desperate to hear his low drawl again.
"I try." He joked and Diane shook her head with a grin. Why was she smiling so much? How was he doing this to her. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, her heart racing every time his eyes met hers. "So, what do you do Diane?"
"I'm a lawyer," She provided proudly.
"Oh lord," He grumbled, bringing his drink to his mouth again.
"Hey!" She exclaimed. "We're not all bad." She defended, tucking a stray blonde curl behind her ear and blushing slightly. She suddenly felt like school girl, what the hell was wrong with her?
"Suppose," He shrugged and Diane gaped at him.
"Okay then," She retorted pointedly, sipping down her bourbon. "What do you do? When you're not rescuing damsels in distress that is?"
"You don't strike me as a damsel." He said instead of answering her question. His voice low and flirtatious. Diane's eyes thinned, she knew he was coming onto her, of course she did, but somehow instead of coming off a sleazy, she found it to be oddly alluring.
"Not usually," Diane admitted after a long beat, sipping at her drink, she made a point of touching her tongue to her bottom lip, wiping it clean of any alcohol. Kurt's green eyes darkened slightly as he watched the movement, his enjoyment apparent. "You caught me on a bad day."
"Long day at the office? Extorting money out of innocent people?" Diane gasped in mock outrage but soon rolled her eyes, he was baiting her. She could tell.
"Something like that." She responded leaning her arms on the table and shifting her body closer to his. Kurt did the same, resting his elbows on the table and smiling slyly at her. Diane's heart fluttered again, it wasn't like her to be so effected by a man, she didn't blush and flirt with random men, had never felt such a connection with a stranger.
"You wanna talk about it?" He offered and Diane frowned slightly, worrying her bottom lip. She suddenly had the strangest urge, her heart beating rapidly and her eyes darkening. Later she'd blame the alcohol, and the fact that it had been months since she'd felt the touch of a man. She'd blame him for being so stoic and mysterious and for playing the hero to her damsel. Later, she'd blame anything that would fit for her next few words.
"No," She said softly. "I don't want to talk," She continued, her voice low and meaning clear. She wasn't sure when exactly she'd lost her mind but there was something about this man that was almost magnetic. She couldn't help herself, it was electric, their chemistry undeniable. Kurt's eyes widened and he cocked his head to the side; unsure of what to make of her.
"I'm staying at the Western, just down the street," He supplied after a long while, his eyes locked on hers.
Diane blushed, flashing him another smile. Bringing her glass to her lips she finished the remaining liquid in a large gulp. She knew what he was offering, after all she'd initiated this turn of events, but still a part of her had worried she was alone in this compelling attraction.
Slowly, she slipped out of the booth and with more confidence than she had, she moved toward him. Bending at the waist; she threaded her hand into his hair and pressed her lips to his roughly.
She whimpered slightly as he returned her kiss, forgoing her sanity and sliding her eyes shut as she let him deepen it. She opened her mouth slightly, letting him slip his tongue in to tangle with hers. Her free hand shifted to angle his chin toward her, groaning and drawing every last ounce of breath from him before pulling back again.
"Let's go," She whispered, her fingers still curled around his jaw and lips only inches from his. Kurt blinked at her, his dark eyes meeting hers; confused and yet telling her everything she needed to know. He'd felt it too.
Fumbling for his wallet, he thrust a few bills onto the table as she turned and walked away. Kurt followed a safe distance behind her, greedily admiring her long legs and the way her hips swayed.
The walk to the hotel didn't take long and he caught up to her in the lobby as they waited for the lift. Neither bothered to look at the other, but the energy between them hung thick in the air. Diane clutched her purse tightly in her hand, her mind racing. What the hell was she doing? She didn't know this man, he could be a serial killer, he could be anyone! And yes, it had been a while, and yes this was her favourite way to blow off steam after a hard week, but her trial started tomorrow and he was a stranger! What the hell was she thinking?
The ping of the elevator startled her from her reverie and she calmly stepped on. Kurt flicked the button for the fifth floor and the pair waited for the doors to close. They stood side by side, close enough that his fingers brushed hers unconsciously, sending shivers through her entire body.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked entangling his fingers with hers and shifting her to look into her eyes.
"I am." She replied with a confidence she didn't truly feel. Her mind letting her heart decide for a change. She wanted this. Kurt nodded clearly appeased that they were on the same page. After a few floors, he squeezed her hand and pulled her out the elevator and to his room. Diane's heart thundered in her chest, feeling almost dizzy as he released her tingling hand to open the hotel door.
Finally on the third attempt with the key card the door swung open and Kurt entered the room, letting her follow behind him.
She spun on her heels as the door clicked shut, her smile less than innocent, as her eyes raked over him. Dropping her purse to the floor she bit her lip, and moved backward, pressing her back into the door.
Kurt advanced cautiously, his hands encircling her slim waist pulling her into him, giving her every opportunity to put an end to this. Diane licked her lips, reading the hesitation in his eyes, grateful that he understood as well as she how crazy this was.
For a long moment pair simply stared at each other, the tension built; puffs of air mixing together as they leaned closer, their lips almost touching.
Diane's eyes slide shut, and she gasped his name. The breathy word all the invitation he needed. Kurt quickly closed the distance between them, kissing her roughly; his tongue tangling with hers as they both fought for dominance.
"Oh God," She moaned as he moved his lips down her throat, his hands already at her thighs sneaking her red dress upward. Diane reciprocated by moving her hands to his coat, desperately tugging it off his shoulders. Kurt shook the coat to the floor, allowing her hands to move back to his head as she brought his mouth to hers for another breathless kiss.
Diane groaned; shivering at his burning touch on her thighs and the tangling of his tongue with hers. It was all teeth and tongues and so very wrong. Lord, but this man knew how to kiss.
Kurt's hands continued on their journey, easing her skirt up higher and higher until he brushed against the silk of her panties. Diane pulled him hard against her, her moan into his mouth only encouraging the course of his hands.
As Kurt slipped his fingers beneath the flimsy fabric, Diane ripped her mouth from his with a loud groan.
"Yes!" She cried biting her bottom lip and thrusting into his hand as he touched her.
Kurt grinned, moving away slightly to watch her expression of pure lust. Slipping two fingers inside her slick heat, he spoke again.
"You like that?" He smirked and Diane merely gasped, tilting her hips toward his hand. His thumb pressed hard against her clit and Diane let out a loud groan, her body jerking toward him.
"Please, more!" She whimpered and he complied pushing deeper into her, his teeth tugging gently on her earlobe. His fingers toyed with her, dextrously bringing her closer and closer to the edge. His mouth dragged across her throat leaving biting kisses along her skin. With a few more practiced strokes, he found a rhythm that made her whimper and set about ravishing her, lifting his head so he could watch her.
"You're stunning," He said after a few more thrusts of his fingers and that was her undoing. Her body shivered and shuddered with her sudden release and he held her tightly between the door and himself as her knees buckled.
Blinking her eyes open after a long moment, Diane breathed heavily.
"Wow." She whispered, locking eyes with him.
"Yeah?" He asked cockily as he slid his hand from within her, and brought it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Diane watched him breathlessly, her blue eyes never leaving his.
"Yeah," She finally agreed, smirking.
"You do this often?" He asked kissing her softly, his hands framing her face as he pressed his body into her, his erection hard against her stomach.
"Never, I-" Diane replied honestly, pausing mid-way through her sentence and shaking her head slightly. "Fuck me." She whispered suddenly, surprising both Kurt and herself with the demand.
Biting her bottom lip, she slowly moved to unbutton his shirt. Her breath was hot against his and her body humming with pleasure. Diane was no stranger to casual sex, but this was something completely different, she hardly knew this man, and yet she felt as if she'd known him her whole life.
"Jesus," Kurt mumbled against her throat, scrapping his teeth across flushed skin.
"Ahh," She moaned, her hips thrusting toward his erection as he pressed her harder into the door. Her hands found his back, digging her long nails into his plaid shirt and dragging them across his covered skin. Kurt groaned at the pain, biting down on her collarbone and loving the way her body reacted to his. Slipping two fingers back into the silk of her panties he tugged hard, tearing the material and earning him a loud gasp from Diane.
Kurt's mouth found hers again, silencing any protest as the ripped material fell to the floor. Digging her nails into him again she dragged them round to his chest, moving down to unbuckle his jeans in a hurry.
Pulling back from her mouth Kurt smirked.
"Eager?" He asked smugly and Diane glared at him, her hand slipping into his pants to grasp him tightly. Kurt grunted, thrusting toward the contact of her hand.
"You certainly are," She fired back with a smirk of her own. Kurt let out a low chuckle and suddenly moved his fingers back to her core, making her whimper again.
He grinned as he kissed his way up her neck once more, his free hand cupping a breast over the material of her dress; wanting desperately to touch her bare skin. Their lips met again in another fierce kiss and Diane shivered in anticipation, her body almost begging him to full her. Pulling away to look at her, Kurt scrambled to shove his jeans and boxers over his hips; pulling a condom out of his pocket and rolling it onto his hard shaft. Diane panted loudly, her body thrusting toward his with each breath. Kurt grinned, his fingers slyly dipping back into her wet heat and making her cry out. He moved press a soft kiss beneath her ear before mumbling:
"You ready?"
Diane let out a loud groan as his fingers left her core, moving instead to her thigh; hiking it up against his hip. The sticky wetness his fingers left on her skin only turning her on more.
"Come on!" She growled, beyond the point of caring whether or not it sounded desperate. She wanted him, more than she could remember wanting anything before.
Kurt positioned himself at her entrance, not moving and locking eyes with her. Both were breathing heavily and watching the other for any sign of backing down. Smiling at her, Kurt pressed a quick kiss to her lips before moving back to watch as he slid into her.
Diane shuddered, her mouth forming a perfect "O" as Kurt began to thrust into her. His one hand held her leg to his hip while the other snuck down between them to rub at her clit.
"Fuck.' Kurt grunted as she squeezed her inner muscles in response. Catching his eye, Diane smiled her heart beating furiously against her ribcage. He smiled back; that stupid, charming smile as he changed the pace and lifted her thigh higher on his hip.
"Close?" Diane asked, gasping at the feeling of him filling her and the motion of his fingers, still close after their foreplay.
"Yes." He groaned, pressing his fingers harder and revelling in her shiver. "You?"
Diane could no longer answer as her body gave out, the motion of his fingers and deep thrusts finally pushing her over the edge, her words smothered into unidentifiable moans.
"Kurt!" She screamed far too loudly and Kurt groaned at the contractions of her inner muscles, the force of them sending hurtling into his own climax.
Resting his damp forehead against her shoulder, the pair gasped, both panting and coming down from their high.
"God," Diane whispered after a few mintues, pressing soft kisses against his neck.
"Yeah." He agreed, slowly lowering her leg and slipping out of her. Diane's body shook with residual tremors and Kurt covered her mouth with his passionately. His tongue lazily tangled with hers as they took their time kissing each other. Pulling back slightly, Diane's eyes remained closed as she bit her bottom lip; failing to conceal a smile.
Kurt grinned too, his hands helping her shift her dress back into place. Diane smiled up at him; her face flushed and body pleasantly aching.
"Thank you." She said breathlessly and Kurt let out a low chuckle.
"Thank you?" He asked indignantly; a curious frown etched onto his features as he casted the used condom into a small bin beside them and dipped down to pull his jeans back up.
"Yes," She said softly, bending to pick up her purse. "Thank you." Wrapping her free hand around his neck she pulled him in for one last kiss. Her tongue tangling with his and making him groan loudly.
Her hand slipped down from his neck and rested against his chest, pushing him back; ending the romantic kiss as quickly as she'd started it. Turning slowly, she opened the door, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked in confusion. "Are you seriously leaving?" He looked shocked, his mouth hanging open as she pulled the door open wider.
"Nice meeting you, Kurt." She smiled, taking in his dishevelled appearance. Kurt huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as cast him one last look and closed the door behind her.
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"Morning!" Diane greeted catching up with Will as he made his way into the courthouse.
"Hi," Will said suspiciously. "What's got you in such a good mood?"
"What? Nothing," She defended, making her way through the doors toward the courtroom.
"You look different." Will continued frowning at her. "Did you change your hair?" He questioned.
"No,"
"Something's different," He mused suspiciously.
"I'm just ready to take the defence down" She said confidently.
"Hmm," He hummed still wary. "Okay," Will said after a long beat. Smiling he held the door open for her. "Let's do this." He said.
Diane smiled back, stepping into the courtroom with a determined stride, heading toward the table, she nodded sympathetically toward the parents of the young girl.
"Do you know who we're up against yet, on the defence?" She questioned, setting her briefcase down and taking out the folders she would need.
"Someone from out of town," Will shrugged. "McVeigh or something like that."
"As in Timothy?" She questioned with a smirk.
"No," A voice from behind her replied and she spun on her heel; her eyes widening and jaw dropping. "Kurt McVeigh, pleased to meet you." He said with a wide grin holding out his hand to a flabbergasted Diane.
