Set after S01E11, wherein the TV reporter claims Diane is a lesbian.
Disclaimer: As usual I own nothing! And it's unbeta'd.
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"So you're a lesbian? Could have fooled me!" Diane chuckled lowly, shaking her head into the phone.
"Oh yes, you know me, Will. I just can't get enough of the ladies." She replied sassily and Will could hear the smile in her voice.
"Really? And what is it about them exactly that you can't get enough of?" Will questioned his tone laced with innuendo. Diane laughed again, typical male, she thought with a roll of her eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know," She offered seductively and Will groaned.
"Oh, I would." He started deadly serious. "In great detail, also if you have any, you know, visual aids or photographs, that would be-" He trailed off clicking his tongue and humming.
"Well," Diane responded with a shake of her head. "Unfortunately for you, I left all my photographs in collage." She bit her lip, knowing she'd hook him with that line and her sexy tone.
"Jesus," Will cursed and Diane could tell he was turned on. Throwing her head back in a loud, carefree laugh, she flopped back into her couch.
"That do it for you William?" She replied with a smirk and Will groaned.
"You and another woman? Absolutely." He chuckled and Diane responded in kind. "Where are you right now?" He continued, changing the topic.
"I just got home,"
"Alone?" He queried.
"Yeah," She said in response, kicking off her shoes and curling her feet under her body on the soft sofa.
"Want some company?" He asked and Diane's eyes widened. While the thought of him coming over wasn't unpleasant or indeed unwanted, she still hesitated. This was uncharted territory for them, not him walking her to her car or her getting him all liquored up, this was him asking her outright. She knew him well enough to hear the intent in his voice, could even imagine the look of lust splashed across his face, there was no doubt that what would happen if she accepted.
"What about Miss Tartan?" She retorted hearing his sharp intake of breath. Diane chuckled inwardly. Will assumed she was so oblivious. Of course she knew about him and the defence attorney. She wasn't stupid, nor was she blind, and she was completely fine with it. Part of their arrangement was that they were free to see anyone they pleased as long they were safe and with the strict guideline that if something were to become serious, they had to inform each other.
"What about her?" Will managed after a beat and Diane laughed.
"I thought she'd be consoling you after the loss?" She hinted, only have joking.
Will huffed out a laugh and Diane smiled.
"I was hoping that you could console me," He said flirtatiously and Diane rolled her eyes. The pair were quiet for a moment, the only sound their breathing through the telephone line.
Finally after what felt like an eternity, Diane cleared her throat.
"Does your coming over include dinner?" She asked hopefully, finally deciding that sex would go quite a long way in helping her relax.
"Chinese?" Will offered with a grin.
"See you in 20." She replied with a smile of her own as she hung up the phone.
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"Hey," He greeted as she opened the door to her apartment. Will stood before her, carrying a large paper bag and smiling smugly. Diane returned the smile, reaching out to take the food as he hung up his coat.
"Don't look so happy with yourself, you're only here because I was hungry!" She shouted over her shoulder as she walked into her kitchen. Setting down the bag she began unpacking the food. Will joined her with a smile, moving toward her cupboard and pulling out two wine glasses. Diane raised an eyebrow at his action and Will merely shrugged.
"There's a bottle of red in the bag," He offered as he met her gaze. Diane rolled her eyes, moving the boxes of food to the living room; placing them on the coffee table.
"Bring some forks!" She called back as she began opening the containers. Will followed her into the living room, holding the wine under his arm and carrying the glasses and cutlery.
"Still haven't learned to use chopsticks, have you?" He mocked as he took a seat beside her on the couch. Diane merely glared at him, snuggling back into the couch with a box of vegetable noodles and a fork.
"I can use them just fine, I just prefer forks," She supplied and Will scoffed out a laugh as he twisted off the cap and poured them each a glass of red. "Thanks," Diane mumbled around a mouthful as he handled her a glass. She placed it on the table at the side of the couch and continued munching.
Sighing Will relaxed back into the sofa, and shoved a large mouthful of rice into his mouth.
"Mmhm," He groaned, enjoying the food. Diane smiled as she ate another forkful; before placing the container between her crossed legs and reaching for the wine.
"It's good," She said sipping at the red liquid.
"You sound surprised." He smirked, taking a gulp of his own wine.
"Maybe I am," She responded looking at him pointedly. Will chuckled, eating more of his dinner.
"Not as surprised as I was to discover you were a closeted lesbian." He shot back, grinning at her over the rim of his wine glass. Diane laughed loudly, throwing her head back.
"I think we can both claim surprise at that!" She chuckled, offering some of her noodles to Will. He returned in kind, offering her some food as they sat comfortably on her couch enjoying the meal.
After a while Will finished off his last mouthful, placing his food on the table and sitting back with his glass of red.
"You seriously never thought about it?" He questioned with a small smile, which gave away how interested he was in her answer. Diane scoffed, placing her half-empty container on the table beside his and shifting to curl her legs beneath her body.
"Becoming a lesbian?" She cocked her head to the side, drinking her wine.
"Or experimenting?" Will smirked, his eyes locked on hers. Diane grinned back, considering her answer. She knew what he was hoping for and she knew that the answer she'd give would make him very happy, but the possibility of having a little fun with him was too good to pass up.
"Have you?" She countered with a wicked smile and Will coughed, chocking slightly on his wine.
"What?" He spluttered and Diane smiled.
"Have you ever experimented?" She asked casually, watching as Will's eyes widened again.
"No!" Will replied adamantly and Diane laughed inwardly, she had him exactly where she wanted him. Taking another sip of her wine, Diane frowned deeply, and cocked her head to the side as she met his eyes.
"Really?" She dragged out the word, feigning shock. Will's mouth fell open at her response.
"Yes really!" He nodded seriously and Diane chewed her cheek thoughtfully.
"Huh," She said as if she was processing this new information.
"What do you mean huh?" Will demanded with dark eyes. "Do I strike you as someone who has?" He asked aghast, his eyes wide and jaw hanging open. He sat up straighter, looking incredibly uncomfortable. Diane bit the side of her cheek to keep from laughing. Taking another sip of her drink she went in for the kill.
"Well, it's just," She shrugged casually, taking another sip of the wine. "You know, with how you walk and how you dress, I just thought…" She trailed off waving her hand in his general direction. Will's eyes practically fell from his head as he leaned toward her.
"What's wrong with the way I walk?" He questioned in outrage, worry clearly splashed across his features.
"Nothing!" Diane placated him, resting her hand on his forearm and rubbing it softly. "There's nothing wrong with your walk." She finished sympathetically, trying desperately to keep her face straight. Will was just too much fun to wind up.
"Diane!" He exclaimed. "I'm not gay," He supplied and Diane nodded her head sweetly, her face the picture of understanding.
"Of course," She smiled, still rubbing his arm comfortingly.
"I'm not!" He spat back loudly, his brow knitted in worry.
"I know," She said with a small grin, her tone still sweet and loving, luring Will into the opinion that she thought he was lying.
"Diane, you of all people should know how straight I am!" He said, placing his glass on the table and scooting closer to her. His face still concerned and shocked.
"I do," She replied, giving his arm a small squeeze. She could feel her resolve crumbling but bit her lip to keep from breaking. Hopefully her expression would come off as compassionate and loving. Placing her glass on the table as well, she moved toward him on the sofa, taking both his hands in hers and placing the final nail in his coffin. "It's okay," She said kindly, squeezing his fingers. "I support you!"
"Diane!" He screeched his face horrified and she couldn't take it anymore. Diane burst into a laugh, her body shaking with giggles and her hands coming up to cover her mouth. Will frowned at her behaviour, his mind slowly putting the pieces together as his partner doubled over, holding her stomach as she continued to laugh hysterically.
"Oh, you're gonna pay!" Will said darkly, and Diane sat up again, controlling her laughter slightly.
"Oh, I hope so!" She replied seductively, a wide grin still gracing her features. Will shook his head, his mouth slightly agape.
"Game on, Lockhart," He whispered before leaning forward, cupping her chin and capturing her mouth in his. His tongue pushed roughly through her lips, moving quickly to dominate hers with a passionate kiss. Diane moaned at the sensation, her eyes sliding shut as her hands moved to his hair, pulling him more firmly to her.
Will broke the kiss after a moment, hearing her pant breathlessly as he trailed his mouth down her throat, leaving angry red marks in his wake.
"Ahh," Diane gasped as his teeth grazed the skin beneath her ear and his hands moved to her thighs. Diane shifted, her feet falling to the floor in front of the couch as she moved into a sitting position. Will grinned at her movement, sitting next to her; pressing against her side but maintaining his kisses, if a little awkwardly.
"Diane," He whispered, moving his kisses back up her throat, toward her ear. Diane groaned as his lips tugged on her earlobe, her body throbbing with desire. Smiling against her skin, Will dipped his hands under the skirt of her back dress. The neckline was too high for him to access much of her chest, but her legs were stocking free and begging to be touched.
Sliding up one of her legs, Will's hand stroked the sensitive skin of her upper thigh, the heat radiating from her and making him chuckle. His free hand reached for her neck, turning her to face him as he ducked down for another breathless kiss. After a moment, he pulled back carefully, opening his eyes to watch her lips chase after his, in search of more kisses. His hand under her dress, was gently stroking across the wet lace of her underwear, making her whimper.
"Yes," She breathed out and Will grinned widely, his expression smug as he made his next move. Without warning his fingers pushed aside her panties, and into her wet core. Diane's eyes flew open as his fingers curled within her, panting loudly. Will bit his lip, watching as her eyes slid closed again and she lifted her hips, grinding against his hand wantonly.
His fingers jutted in and out rapidly, his rhythm sporadic; leaving his partner breathless. Slowly moving his mouth back to her ear, he whispered dirty.
"Does that feel good?" He asked lowly and Diane groaned, be it at his hot breathy question or the way he was currently touching her, he couldn't tell.
"Will," She whimpered, her one hand reaching up to curl into his shirt and the other gripping the edge of the sofa as if her life depended on it. Her hips rolled against his hand and he leant over and kissed her again. His lips distracted her as he moved his thumb into position above her clit.
Diane broke their kiss in a gasp as he pressed down on her sensitive nub roughly; his thumb rubbing her closer and closer to orgasm.
"Yes," She gasped, smiling as she moved against him, her body begging for climax. Will watched her face and the way her body began to shake. This was it, she was almost there, just one more press of his fingers and thumb against her soaking flesh and she'd come. And so naturally, he pulled back, the pressure on her clit disappearing, his fingers only thrusting shallowly into her.
Diane whined, pushing her hips up desperate for friction; begging him to let her come. Her blue eyes opened as she continued to rock upward, her body painfully stuttering on the edge of orgasm.
"Will," She begged, her eyes meeting his pleadingly. Will merely smirked, allowing his fingers to venture deeper and his thumb to rub against her once again. Diane smiled pleasurably, her body tingling as he built her up again.
Diane gasped as her toes began to curl, her orgasm seconds away. Will smiled down at her again, watching in amusement as her smile fell from her lips just as his thumb fell from her clit.
"Please!" Diane groaned, opening her eyes and beseeching Will to finish her off.
"How does it feel, Diane? To be teased?" He questioned with a dark look, his fingers swirling over slick skin but making sure to put any pressure on it. Diane whimpered, her hips thrusting up trying for more contact but Will merely backed his fingers away completely, resting them against her upper thigh.
"I'm sorry," She groaned knowing this was all a result of her earlier game. She was paying for teasing him. "Please, Will, just-" She whined, her brow knitted together in pain. She was so desperate to come, her body throbbing for release.
"Just what?" He asked cruelly.
"Just let me come," She begged prettily, her eyes wide and imploring him to touch her again. Will laughed lowly, moving his lips to bite at the place where her neck met her shoulder, before his mouth trailed up to her ear once again.
"Say it," He whispered with a smile and Diane gasped, her own hand attempting to sneak under her skirt to finish the job. Will's hand caught it, pulling it from beneath the fabric and grazing his teeth down her throat. Diane whimpered again, her nipples scratching against the rough material of her dress and her thighs trying to press together for friction. Will's hand stopped them, twirling meanly across her underwear. "Say it, Diane"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're straight, I, please-" She gave in breathlessly and Will grinned widely, pulling back to watch her expression as his hand disappeared under wet lace again and his fingers pressed into her. Diane squeaked at the sensation, her mouth falling open as his thumb rubbed at her clit crudely.
"Yes!" She screamed as her body moved closer and closer to release, desperate for his ministrations to continue this time. With one more rub of his thumb and the curl of his fingers within her, Diane came apart, screaming out his name.
Will watched smugly as she shook and shivered, his thumb swirling on her wet skin to prolong her release. Finally when it became too much, Diane recoiled from his touch and opened her eyes to meet his. Will pulled his hand from under her skirt and moved his fingers to his mouth. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he sucked them clean one at a time. Diane panted, her eyes fixated on the movement of his lips.
Her body slowly came down from its high and she found herself able to speak again.
"Will," She murmured, reaching up for his chin and pulling him into a lazy kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue and moaned in response.
"Ready to go to bed?" He asked smugly. Diane shook her head, shutting her eyes.
"I'm not sure I can walk at the moment." She admitted and Will laughed.
"Then I guess the couch will do," He shrugged and Diane shot him a curious look.
"For what?" She asked.
"I'm still not quite sure you believe I'm straight…" He trailed off with a smirk. Diane bit her bottom lip, grinning.
"I guess you're just going to have to prove it to me then," She sassed.
"Well if you insist," He grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly.
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