Here's part 3, all previous disclaimers still apply. Further, this is the most smutty chapter written yet so be forewarned!

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Equinox Fitness Club, 33rd st and Park, NY, NY – 18 Months Later

"Thank god for nationwide chains, at least something is familiar," Patrice thought to herself as she changed out of her suit and into workout clothes in the well appointed facilities of her gym. Her first week at the NY firm she had joined had been a whirlwind of hands to shake and new cases to get up to speed on. It wasn't that she wasn't excited for the opportunity, but this was a big culture shock from the business casual atmosphere of her boutique white collar defense firm on Wiltshire to the "Big Law" style of her new job in Manhattan.

She walked out of the locker room and grabbed a treadmill, putting on her headphones and hitting the pace for a brisk 8 minute mile. As the blood started pounding in her ears she slowly tuned out of the rest of the world.

About 15 minutes and two miles later, her gaze was distracted from the news she was watching by a familiar face. It took her a moment to fully appreciate who it was, and when she did she was briefly paralyzed. However, the treadmill was not, and as she missed a step, she slid back, causing her headphones to be yanked unceremoniously from her ears. She grasped at the rails of the treadmill for support, narrowly avoiding taking a header onto the floor,

"Shit!! …Damnit!"

Eyes from around the gym turned to see what the fuss was about as Patrice struggled to act natural, and failed miserably, trying to recapture her headphones which were now dangling from the machine's monitor, bouncing as they hit the still moving belt.

One set of eyes in particular took interest in the proceeding, as ADA Abbie Carmichael sauntered past the fumbling blonde defense attorney still trying in vain to recover. Abbie quietly smirked to herself as she consciously chose a cross trainer directly in front of Patrice, and calmly began her workout.

Patrice struggled to ignore Abbie's presence, captured her loose headphones, forced them back in to her ears and hit the moving belt again, trying to recover her rhythm. About two minutes later, she realized completing her workout was now a lost cause, thoughts about the alluring Texan were too much to deal with while running an 8 minute mile.

Patrice admitted defeat and hit the stop button. Not wanting Abbie to think she was running from her presence, she walked as calmly as she could over to the matted section of the gym and stretched, just long enough to seem casual before darting for the locker room.

For Abbie's part, she watched with amusement as the blond failed miserably to appear casual, and left the room like her hair was on fire.

It wasn't that Patrice wasn't highly intrigued to have stumbled upon Abbie again, quite the contrary. If fact, knowing that Abbie practiced in New York had, while not being the driving reason behind Patrice's recent career change, had definitely crossed her mind. The problem was that Patrice didn't like surprises, not in court, not at the office, and definitely not in her personal life. What's more, her last encounter with the ADA had been more of a shock than a mere surprise and she hated to admit that she had loved it.

Patrice went about her routine, though her mind was elsewhere. Grabbing two towels on the way into the locker room, she undressed and walked to the steam, turning the dial for 20 minutes and stepping inside, and laying on the tile ledge that wrapped around the small room. As the fan started and the steam began to roll through the room, took a deep breath of the damp air, forcing herself to relax.

Moments later, Patrice opened her eyes, the steam had filled the room, pressing in on her and leaving only the two cube-shaped ceiling lights vaguely visible through the mist. She tried to focus, feeling the mist cling to her body, and her hair start to hang away from her face in wet strands.

Patrice closed her eyes again and started to drift. The loud fan and thick air nearly masked the sound of the door opening, and someone slipping inside. Patrice didn't become fully aware of her presence until the tall brunette slipped up next to her, leaning down to whisper in her ear,

'Didn't get much of a workout, did you Counsel?" Abbie's voice was low and sultry.

Patrice started, and struggled to sit up, pulling her towel back around her as best she could. "I.. I just… didn't feel…." Her voice trailed off, now completely at a loss, the room suddenly feeling much warmer.

Abbie cut her off, "its good to see you again too."

Through the thick air of the room, Abbie stared into Patrice's blue eyes and moved closer, nearly brushing their lips together, before moving back to drop her towel to the ground and slipped lightly onto the blonde's lap, her long, well toned legs straddling her.

Patrice felt her body respond immediately, and didn't protest as Abbie reached for her, tugging her towel away, and running her hands firmly over the blonde's flat stomach and up to her chest. She took in a sharp breath as Abbie closed her fingers over her breast, teasing her slowly until her back arched involuntarily, away from the wall, and against the brunette. Patrice slid her hands over Abbie's back, now slick from the condensation, breathing more quickly as their skin pressed together.

"Abbie, I…please…" Patrice's head leaned back and her eyes closed as the brunette leaned in and kissed her neck, working her way up her jaw line to her cheek, feeling Abbie start to move slowly against her.

Patrice was very near to begging for more, and quickly, when Abbie reached and caught the blonde's hand, and leaning up to allow better access, moved it firmly between her legs. Patrice didn't need any encouragement, she slipped a finger, then two through Abbie's dark curls, soon finding a rhythm as the brunette let out a slow breath through clenched teeth, and rocked with increasing speed against her.

Abbie moved her hands up to the slick wall behind Patrice's head, steadying herself, her head close to the blonde's ear. Patrice could tell by her breathing that she was close, and in response she slid her other hand up the back of Abbie's thigh, and as she pushed two fingers into her, she moved her other hand up to tease the brunette gently, then with more force as she heard Abbie let out a low groan and arched her head back, tossing her long dark hair out of her face. Patrice caught her gaze and held it for a moment, enjoying the passionate look in the brunette's eyes. Patrice smiled to herself at the sound and leaned forward to take one of Abbie's breasts in her mouth, sucking it gently, never slowing her hands. Abbie tasted amazing, her smooth skin damp from a mixture of the steam and her own sweat, she continued to run her tongue over the brunette's skin appreciatively, nipping her gently.

Seconds later, the sensations too intense to withstand any longer, Abbie rocked against Patrice's fingers more quickly, dropping her head again and letting out a stream of obscenities under her breath that would have made the roughest perp blush. As she finally lost her voice altogether, she collapsed, leaning her forehead into the damp wall.

Feeling Abbie leaning, spent against her, the blond couldn't help but smile. She moved her hands slowly up Abbie's back, pulling her in and kissing her neck as the brunette breathed the steam-filled air more slowly.

After a moment, Abbie recovered slightly and began to kiss the blonde again when the fan clicked off, and the room fell silent.

"Not here, the steam will be gone soon and we'll be giving the locker room a good show," Patrice grinned.

Abbie sighed in resignation and leaned her forehead against Patrice's for a moment before sliding off of her and retrieving her towel from the floor, pulling it around her, she gazed at the blonde through the steam,

"Then we'll just have to finish this some other time."

She turned and left silently, leaving a slightly stunned and somewhat smug Patrice alone again in the steam.