COURTROOMS AND CONFERENCE TABLES

Disclaimer: I do not own Boston Legal, or any of the recognizable characters from the show, specifically the episode "The Bride Wore Blood." However, the entire backstory between Renata and Alan is mine.

Ch.1

Alan knew that look. That smirk she gave as she pulled his chair out from where she sat. She wanted him.

He had just destroyed a witness on the stand, and that had always turned her on when they had worked together at Carruthers-Abbot. Sometimes she would come observe him in court when her own case load wasn't too overwhelming. He always got a little feistier when he knew she was watching; he knew what it did to her. He remembered a few times when she couldn't even wait until they got home in the evening. She had grabbed him as he came out the door and pulled him into a conference room for a quickie.

But his favorite time – the best time – was the case they had teamed up for. He didn't even remember what the case had been. He had finished with the witness and was mentally congratulating himself; he knew he had just turned the jury. As he had walked back to their table, she had given him that smirk and pushed his chair out, much as she did now. His mind drifted back to that day.

Five years earlier

"Very nice, Mr. Shore," she had whispered when he sat down.

"Thank you, Ms. Hill," he said, returning her smile. As he leaned forward to reach for the pitcher of water on the table, he felt her hand on his thigh. He glanced at her as he poured water into his glass. She winked at him, and then turned her attention to the opposing council, who was beginning his closing statement. He watched her for just a second before he did the same.

Almost as soon as he turned his head away she moved her hand a little higher and squeezed his thigh. His breath caught a bit, but he recovered quickly. He wanted to look at her again – she was so beautiful – but he knew he couldn't draw attention to them. How he longed for her to move her hand just a bit higher! Her hands were magic, as he had experienced several times before.

He clenched his hand around the armrest of his chair in an attempt at self-control. It was futile, though. She must have noticed, because that was when she shifted again and began to rub him through his trousers, gently at first, then more vigorously. He fought hard to not react, but she made it beyond difficult.

He risked a glance at her. To his amazement, she was still watching the opposing council intently, her face like stone, showing no reaction. She had an amazing ability to remain cool and emotionless.

He was moments from going over the edge. He started to panic – he had no idea what to do if he climaxed right in the middle of the courtroom. There would be no covering that up! As it was, he was straining against the fabric of his pants, which weren't very forgiving.

Still, she was relentless. He was biting his own tongue to keep from crying out. Just as he was about to let go, she did. He shot his head around, confused and dissatisfied. He realized that opposing council had finished with their closing. Thank God they had decided she would close.

She was already up and speaking. If he was going to be honest, he didn't hear a word she said. He tried to breathe deeply and calm down, but she still wasn't helping. He wondered if she even realized what she did to him. She looked incredible in a form-fitting navy blue skirt suit. Every now and then she would toss her glossy black hair that he just wanted to run his fingers through. Her stiletto heels made her legs look amazing and her skirt reached her knees at exactly the right place. She would pace a little as she spoke, then stop and cock her hip ever so slightly. Oh, and that voice! He loved to lay in bed with her and just listen to her talk.

He had finally cooled down as she wrapped up her closing. She flashed the courtroom her winning smile, well aware of her ability to charm the pants off of any and everyone. She made her way back to the table and sat down, crossing her legs towards him and winking again. She glanced meaningfully at his crotch and raised her eyebrows in question. He returned the look with a slight nod.

The judge called for a recess. The entire courtroom stood and began to shuffle out. They locked eyes, each knowing what the other was thinking. They made their way to a conference room they knew was empty, trying to not seem too eager.

She walked into the room first, as Alan trailed behind and shut and locked the door. When he turned around she had already removed her suit jacket, leaving her in a silky white sleeveless top. They stared at each other for a moment, his eyes traveling up and down her body, her licking her lips in anticipation. Then, their eyes met and they attacked each other.

Clothes were shed at lightning speed as they kissed passionately. He picked her up and laid her down on the conference table, their lips never parting. As he moved to enter her, she broke the kiss and said, "What? No foreplay?"

"You took care of that in the courtroom, my dear."

"Is that what you call that? I thought I was just being friendly." She gave him a coy smile.

"I'll show you friendly." He said as he entered her in one swift motion.

A deep moan escaped her lips as she met him thrust for thrust. He reached up and massaged her exquisite breasts, as much for his own pleasure as hers.

She dug her nails into his back while she bit her lip to keep from crying out. She forced herself to open her eyes and found him staring at her. "What?" she asked, feeling a little paranoid.

"You're just…so…beautiful," he grunted between thrusts.

She smiled and started to sit up, effectively halting his motions. He looked at her in confusion, but she just smirked again and pushed him down into one of the leather conference chairs. She straddled him and began to ride him, fast and hard. Now it was his turn to bite his lip. She set a rough pace, wanting nothing more than to reach her peak. She started to move her hand between her legs, but he stopped her.

She looked down at him in surprise. "Allow me," he said, knowing what she wanted. He moved his own hand between their bodies and began to rub her clit, slowly at first, then matching the pace she set.

He had just the right touch, and in moments she was soaring. He felt her walls begin to tighten around him, and that, coupled with the look of pure ecstasy on her face was enough to send him over the edge with her.

"Oh, Alan!"

"Renata!"

Present

He smiled at the memory, almost becoming hard at just the thought. He faced her, vaguely wondering what, if anything, she was wearing beneath that suit jacket. He tore his gaze from her ample chest and looked to her gorgeous face. She was still smirking at him. She raised her eyebrows at him and looked pointedly at his crotch, leaving no doubt in his mind that she was remembering the same scene he was. He felt her foot rub against his leg briefly.

The judge called for a lunch recess. Despite the fact that she had been denied bail, Renata was permitted to be left in Alan's care, providing they remained in the courthouse.

They stood and he leaned close to her. "You know, they say that history repeats itself."

"Mmm. My thoughts exactly," she said, licking her lips. "Is that conference room still open?"

TBC...