Hi all,
So here we have chapter 4, I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed, it really means a lot to me and is the fuel that keeps me writing! As I've said before, I know nothing about the law. The things I know come from The West Wing and The Good Wife, so If you find the Courtroom seen to be unrealistic, it's because it is!
Anyway, hope you all enjoy!
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"Objection!" Both Will and Diane shouted, causing Kurt to shrug and smile smugly.
"Withdrawn." He amended his grin, sly and daring. "Your witness," He added strolling back to his chair, adjusting his tie self-righteously. Diane sneered at him, as Will touched her arm and whispered into her ear,
"Still finding him attractive?"
"Less and less," Diane shot back, standing and smoothing out her skirt. "Mr. Edwards," She began, smiling sweetly at the young boy. "How do you know the defendant?"
"I've been friends with Andrew since we were kids; he's like a brother to me."
"Ahh, so you grew you together,"
"Yes," The scrawny man supplied and Diane nodded moving closer to the witness, her smile still innocently sweet.
"And isn't it true that when you own mother passed, Mr. Gordon's family took you in?" Diane questioned.
"Objection!" Kurt hurled out, standing from his seat. "How is this relevant, your Honour?" Abernathy shook his head, smiling at the defence lawyer and raising his hand in Diane's direction to stop her imminent argument.
"I see the look of outrage on your face, Miss Lockhart, fear not, I'm going to overrule, but get there quickly." The Judge warned and Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes and falling back into his seat.
"Thank you, your Honour." Diane smiled, casting a smug look over her shoulder at Kurt. The sparkle in her eyes depicting just how hot her win got her.
"Mr. Edwards? When your mother passed did Mr. Gordon's family take you in?" Her eyes were focused on the young man before her, silently praying he'd give her the answer she was hoping for.
"Yeah, they let me stay with them until I finished High School." Edwards confirmed and Diane nodded looking toward the jury.
"So one could say that you owe a great deal to the Gordon's?" She queried.
"Objection! She's leading the witness!" Kurt interrupted again and Diane looked to Will rolling her eyes
"Sustained." Judge Abernathy replied and Diane growled inwardly, Kurt's smirk selfsatisfied and infuriating.
"I'll rephrase." She said, nodding to the Judge and circling back around to stand near the witness.
"Did you pay rent or give the Gordons any compensation for taking you in?" Diane tried a different approach, getting a smile from Will.
"No."
"And why was that?" She pushed.
"My mother was in a lot of debt when she died, all of her assets had been sold off and I didn't have any way to compensate them." The young man said sadly.
"I'm so sorry to hear that." Diane responded kindly, her compassion oozing from her body.
"Thank you, the Gordons were incredible, and I owe them a great deal." Edwards continued and Diane inwardly grinned; the poor boy had just given her exactly what she wanted.
"You owe them a great deal?"
"I do."
"And as you've already said, you think of the defendant as a brother?" She continued her questioning still calm and poised. Casting her eyes to Kurt, she smirked at his expression. He was thunderous and Diane could practically feel his objection coming.
"I do." The witness confirmed with a slight frown.
"And so, isn't it true, that you felt you beholden to Mr. Gordon? That you would do anything for the man you think of as a brother?"
"Objection! Your Honour!" Kurt shouted sending his chair flying backwards as he stood in outrage.
"Overruled," The Judge sighed with a frown of his own. "But tread carefully Miss Lockhart, I'm only allowing this out of my own curiosity." Kurt grumbled, throwing his hands into the air, causing Will and Diane to exchange another smile.
"Isn't it true that you would do anything for Mr. Gordon?" Diane questioned again.
"Yes," The witness replied.
"Including providing a false alibi?" She questioned.
"Objection, your Honour, the prosecution is putting words in the witness' mouth!" Kurt yelled across the courtroom, catching Diane's sparkling eyes.
"Sustained." Abernathy declared, nodding in Kurt's direction. "Miss Lockhart, if you wish to testify, I must insist you be sworn in first." He scolded and Diane nodded, feigning an apologetic smile.
"My apologies your Honour. No further questions." Smirking as she turned on her heel, she locked eyes with Kurt, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly and loving the look of pure fury etched onto his face.
"Nice work." Will whispered into her ear as she sat. Diane smiled happily. She hadn't discredited the witness exactly, but she had planted a seed of doubt in the jury's mind and that's all they needed.
"With that, I think we'll call it a day." The Judge said. "Mr. Edwards, you are excused. We'll reconvene here tomorrow at 9am." With the pound of his gavel the courtroom erupted with chatter and began emptying.
Kurt glared over at Diane's table, catching her smirking at him as she bit her bottom lip temptingly. Letting out a huff, Kurt gathered his belongings and turned to confirm with his client that they'd meet to discuss strategy before Court tomorrow. Turning back, he watched as Diane chatted easily with her partner. She laughed throatily at whatever he'd said and Kurt found himself fighting off jealously. She wasn't his, he had to bearing on her, they weren't in a relationship; she'd made that quite clear. She was free to date whoever she wanted, sleep with whoever she wanted, and laugh at whichever man's jokes she pleased. Scowling, Kurt moved back to his belongings, shoving his notes into his briefcase. Spinning to leave, Kurt ended up side by side with Diane as they walked to the exit. Kurt could smell her perfume; subtle yet just enough to be tempting, and tempting she was.
It had been just over two weeks since she'd showed up at his door in the middle of the night and taken him to bed. She'd snuck out early in the morning and blushed furiously the next day whenever his eyes flickered to her. Since then they'd developed a sort of routine; they'd battle it out in Court during the day and duel in between the sheets at night. Despite his initial concern that they would have trouble separating the two, they had managed to slip comfortably into the unusual arrangement. Most nights were spent in his hotel room, with the occasional visit to her apartment; they met up, fooled around and didn't speak much beyond gasps and groans. It may be unconventional to sleep with the enemy, but he had to admit, there was a certain appeal that came with screwing the opposition.
Suddenly, there was a small gasp as Diane stumbled slightly on her too high heels, falling sideways and reaching out to grab him. Kurt slid his arm around her waist keeping her from falling and smirked at her.
"Watch you step, Miss Lockhart." His was voice low and seductive so close to her ear. Diane merely grinned, straightening up slightly and nodding her head toward him.
"Thank you, Mr. McVeigh." She replied politely, slipping her hand in and out of his jacket pocket that was closest to her, with a meaningful gaze.
"Anytime." He smiled back at her in understanding. Slowly, Kurt stepped away from her body, releasing his hold on her as Will Gardner caught up with them.
"You okay?" Will asked Diane, his eyes full of worry.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just tripped. Shall we get going?" She queried and Will agreed, putting his hand on the small of her back and leading her out of the courtroom with a small nod of thanks to the other man. Kurt stood frozen in the aisle, watching the partners leave and against his will contemplated their relationship. They seemed close, very close, they were comfortable in each other's presence and it left Kurt curious as to exactly what the nature of their relationship was. Catching himself in another bout of jealously, he shook his head. He wasn't that guy! Reaching into his pocket with an annoyed sigh, he found the piece of paper she'd left there. Unfolding the ripped square his heart swelled with excitement.
My place. 9pm.
Kurt let out a huff of a laugh, slipping the piece of paper back into his pocket and shook his head once again. Will Gardner may make her laugh but he wouldn't be the one making her scream tonight.
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"Hello," Diane smiled as she pulled open her door to let Kurt in hurriedly.
"Hi," He replied frowning at her odd behaviour. Slowly shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on her coatrack, he turned back to her. "Something smells good." He complimented.
"Oh, yes, sorry about that, I thought I'd be home sooner, Will kept me at the office late." She explained breathlessly racing back toward her kitchen with Kurt following behind. "I was just heating up some pasta. Have you eaten?" She asked politely as she stirred the pot on the stove. Kurt let out a laugh. She seemed frazzled; almost jumpy as she asked him, and he couldn't help his amusement.
"Yeah,"
"Oh!" She responded with more surprise than he would have expected.
"I, um, I didn't think we did dinner or-" He fumbled, standing awkwardly in her kitchen, his arms hanging at his sides.
"No, no of course not." Diane shot back quickly. Tucking a curl behind her ear, she smiled at him nervously before turning back to her pot to avoid his gaze. Not wanting him to see how embarrassed she was for suggesting they share a meal. They'd slept together almost every night for the past two weeks, the question of having a meal together shouldn't leave her embarrassed.
"Right." Kurt said back, still standing awkwardly staring at Diane. Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Kurt smirked, to him; she looked so relaxed, so comfortable. Her heels had long since been discarded, as had her blazer and she stood on the tiled floor in her stockings, her work attire wrinkled and hair in disarray. She looked beautiful.
"I'm sorry," She began, looking back at him distressed. "I just haven't eaten since lunch and if we're gonna, you know, I have to have something!" She explained desperately and Kurt let out a full, long laugh.
"Eat Diane; I believe I can restrain myself long enough for you to finish a bowl of pasta." Diane laughed at that, turning back to switch off her stove and scoop some pasta into a bowl.
"There's beer in the fridge" She offered and Kurt nodded in thanks, moving to grab one. Picking up her own beer and a fork she carried them both to the kitchen table, taking a seat and motioning for Kurt to take the chair opposite her. Spooning a mouthful of her dinner into her mouth she moaned and smiled at Kurt.
"So," Kurt began in jest and they both chuckled.
"This feels odd." She provided, sipping on her beer.
"Yep." Kurt agreed with a low laugh. His eyes were distracted by her lips as she spooned another mouthful of pasta into her lips and chewed thoughtfully.
"It shouldn't be." She said after a while.
"No?"
"Of course not, we're two intelligent adults; we should be able to have a conversation that strays beyond, 'Oh God, right there.'" Kurt's eyes widened at that and his grin grew.
"Okay," He smirked. "So, how was your day?" Diane almost chocked on her dinner as she laughed at his question. Taking a long pull from her beer she locked eyes with him.
"It was good." She supplied with a sneaky smile. "I had a lovely lunch and then I managed to discredit a witness for the defence. You?"
"Really?" Kurt asked incredulously. "See I heard that the defence provided a solid witness who you attempted to discredit but that you were unsuccessful."
"I was successful enough to put doubt in the jury's mind." She shot back with a smirk.
"Oh, is that what you think happened?" He queried, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Yep." She responded mockingly, and Kurt chucked gulping down a sip of his beer.
"Well, while I'll admit the little show you put on did have the jury drooling over your legs in that skirt, I don't think you won them over." Kurt said calmly, his grin not leaving his face and his eyes daring hers.
"The men?" She asked.
"The men and a few women," Kurt replied. "Not that I can blame them," He flirted.
"Oh?" She asked innocently. "And did my legs have an effect on you?" The sweetness of her question was accompanied by her stocking clad foot sliding slowly up his leg and into his lap. Kurt let out a grunt as she pressed her toes against him and shot her a glare.
"No," He forced out a shaky lie as her foot rubbed against his hardening member.
"Really?" She queried sexily. "Pity, because that little show, well, that was something I did just for you, Mr. McVeigh." Diane bit her bottom lip as Kurt's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"It was?" He asked his voice trembled as she rubbed against him harder beneath the table.
"It was." She confirmed, taking the last bite of her dinner. Kurt's hand slid down into his lap, grasping her foot and running his fingers up her leg, their eyes never leaving each other. They sat still for a few moments, enjoying the tension that was slowly building between them. The chemistry electric as they both finished off their beers.
"Kurt?" She asked a little breathless, the touch of his hands on her leg sending tingles throughout her body. She bit her bottom lip, desperate to feel those large hands elsewhere.
"Yeah?" He asked cocking his head to the side.
"Let's go to bed." She smiled seductively, licking her lips. Kurt let out a laugh at that, standing and offering her his hand. Slipping her hand into his, she let him pull her up and flush against his body. Their lips hovered barely an inch apart as Kurt's dark eyes once again found her sparklingly blue.
"You put on that show for me?" He queried his breath hot on her lips.
"Yes," She gasped, her eyes darting to his lips as she swayed a little; thankful for his strong arms around her waist as her knees suddenly felt weak and her lust consumed her.
"You bent over like that for me?" He continued with a smirk, remembering how she'd dropped a pen to the floor and given him (and the jury) an eyeful.
"Yes," She responded breathlessly, her eyes darting back up to meet his.
"Well, I guess I'd better give you something in return…"
"What did you have in mind?" Diane asked innocently, her tone flirty and light. Kurt merely grinned at her before closing the distance and kissing her deeply. Diane moaned into the kiss, her tongue slipping passed his lips to tangle with his. She could go on kissing this man forever, sure the sex as great, but kissing him, kissing him was extraordinary.
Kurt smiled slyly as he broke their kiss and Diane gasped for air. Slowly his lips trailed down her jaw to leave bruising kisses on her neck. His fingers found her blouse and pulled it over her head dexterously. Diane chuckled at that, watching as his eyes dipped to the lace bra she wore.
"You like it?" She questioned but his only reply was a predatory gaze as he pushed her back against her kitchen table. Encircling her waist he lifted her slightly and moved her legs apart so he could stand between them. Diane shoved the bowl and bottles out of their way and groaned as his lips returned to her neck; sucking and kissing all down her chest. Her fingers threaded into his hair as his mouth moved to the edge of her bra; leaving what was sure to be a very purple hickey on her left breast.
Diane let out another moan as she held his head securely to her chest; relishing in his attentions. Before she could stop herself, she'd pushed Kurt's head lower, a clear indication of what she wanted.
Kurt raised an eyebrow as he looked up at her from her stomach and Diane merely smirked. She wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted, a younger version of herself may have been, but she was passed that point in her life. His eyes locked on hers as his hands found her hips pulling them closer to the edge of the table before he slipped his hands under her skirt. His rough fingers left her skin tingling as he ran them up her thighs, his thumbs hooking into her stockings and panties, pulling them both off her in one smooth movement. Diane bit her bottom lip seductively as he knelt on the floor, lifting one of her legs and hanging it over his shoulder with a wicked smirk.
Turning his head, he kissed and nipped along the inside of her thigh, his one hand holding her leg to him and the other gripping her hip. Very slowly, Kurt inched her skirt up over her hips and met her lust filled eyes, smirking once again before lowering his head.
"Kurt!" Diane shrieked as his mouth finally found her centre, her body wet and wanting under his skilled tongue. Her hand gripped at the side of the table as she arched toward his lips, desperate for release.
Listening to her pants and gasps, Kurt smiled against her. Her free hand found his hair again, tugging almost painfully as she encouraged him to go faster.
"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" She mumbled incoherently as Kurt moved his tongue to her clit and let two fingers slip into her. "God yes!" She continued, rocking her body and sending the discarded beer bottles crashing to the floor as her hand that was in his hair suddenly swung out to grip the table too. "Don't stop!" She cried as he slowed at the sound of shattering glass. "Don't stop!" Diane bucked wildly against his mouth and fingers, feeling her climax approaching rapidly. Her movements became more frantic as her knuckles turned white; gripping the wooden table fiercely.
Curling his fingers inside of her, Kurt felt Diane jerk forward before letting out a loud scream as she came; her body convulsing over and over as he lapped at her to prolong the pleasure.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed, releasing the table to run her fingers through her damp hair, breathing heavily. Kurt stood slowly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve; he moved to step in between her legs once more. His large hand found the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss, her mouth opening to his almost instantaneously.
"Mmhm," She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. Diane wrapped her legs tightly around Kurt and gripped his collar, holding him to her body as they continued to kiss. After a few long, lazy kisses, the pair broke apart and slid their eyes open.
"Wow," Diane whispered with a smile and Kurt let out a small laugh, glancing around them, her bowl, as well as their beer bottles lay shattered, her stockings and knickers contributing to the warzone that was her kitchen floor.
"Don't step down," He warned, knowing she was likely to stand on glass if she did. Diane simply shook her head with a wide grin.
"You're going to have to carry me to the bedroom…" She trailed off with a naughty smile. Kurt raised an eyebrow at that, joining in on her playful attitude.
"And what will I get in return for my chivalry?" Diane's eyes shone as she reached up to pull his mouth to hers again. After a long, breathless kiss, she moved her lips to his jaw and then to the skin just below his ear. Kurt groaned as her tongue traced the shell of his ear and his hand pulled her hips into him roughly. Then, breathily, Diane lent forward whispering into his ear.
"Me. On my knees." She replied to his question, and Kurt's legs almost bucked, this woman was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.