Hi all, here is another chapter, although it's kinda both Lockner and McHart. It takes place in S01E15, the one where Diane meets Kurt for the first time. She is clearly taken with him and flustered after their meeting and so I made it into this fic. Also, this is dedicated to my friend Claudia, who pointed out to me how inaccurate sex was in fanfiction. So here's some realism for you all - please don't hate me.

Disclaimer: Not mine, not beta'd.

Hope you all review and enjoy!

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Will strolled into the office after lunch, breezily passing by reception with a boyish smile at the woman behind the desk. Navigating his way through the hallways, he acknowledged a few associates, his good mood overflowing from lunch.

He'd eaten with one of his old Georgetown friends and had signed him on as a client, partly filling the hole left by Stern. Today was a good day. Rounding the corner into the outer office he shared with Diane, he frowned and slowed to a stop. The blinds on his office were drawn, blocking any view in.

Will turned to his assistant, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh," The young woman exclaimed. "The Johnson Case is in Miss Lockhart's office discussing the settlement and so she was looking for somewhere to work." The girl explained.

"And you just gave her my office?" Will replied, cocking his eyebrow.

"I, uh, yes, she was very convincing!" The woman replied panicking but Will merely shook his head, smiling.

"Relax Daisy, its fine, I was just kidding!" He laughed and the girl visibly calmed her eyes wide and thankful. "Any messages?" He queried with a smile.

"Yes," The woman handed his a small pile of notes each detailing a phone call and Will nodded moving into his office.

"Hello," Will greeted letting the door fall closed behind him. Diane blinked up at his from behind his desk, the pen in her hand dropping to the table.

"Will, you're back!" She replied in lieu of a greeting.

"I am, and I see you've commandeered my office?" He smirked, throwing his briefcase onto one of the visitors' chairs along with the phone messages.

"Yes, sorry," She apologized with a small smile, shuffling her work together as she stood. "The Johnson's are in my office fighting and if I have to hear David Lee whine about custody one more time, I swear I'll kill him myself." Will laughed at that, knowing the feeling, the divorce attorney was an acquired taste.

"No problem, although I think you may have scared Daisy." He laughed.

"Yes, she was rather jittery when I first came in here. I had to close the blinds; I couldn't bare her little Bambi-eyes constantly staring at me!" Diane responded and Will laughed loudly.

"She is rather innocent, isn't she?" Will agreed, watching as his partner gathered her things into a neat pile on his desk. "Still, the blinds do have their advantages…"He trailed off swaggering toward her. Diane raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Oh yes?"

"Oh, yes!" Will nodded seriously, coming to stand right in front of her, his breath hot on her face.

"I thought we agreed that there would be no more sex in the office?" She reminded her partner, her own smirk belying how much she really cared about their new rule.

"We did." Will whispered, his hands touching her waist and pushing her back against the wall.

"We shouldn't" She breathed out softly, her chest rising and falling against his.

"No, we shouldn't." Will replied with a sly smile, tilting his head to kiss her. Diane's eyes slid closed as Will pressed his lips against hers. Her body shifting to mould into his, her hands curling into his hair. The kiss deepened and Diane groaned, the arousal bubbling up from within. God, she wanted this.

The pair stood pressed against the wall of his office kissing passionately until Will's mouth began to migrate down her throat. Diane whimpered throwing her head back against the wall with a loud thunk.

"Oh," She whispered as his teeth grazed her exposed collarbone, his hands skating up her sides, barely caressing her breasts. "Kk-kome, come home with me!" She fumbled her eyes flashing open at the realisation that she nearly called Will by another man's name. She hoped her partner hadn't noticed her mistake and with the way he was still touching her, she was quite positive he hadn't, but it still didn't stop the feeling of absolute dread that had suddenly replaced her arousal.

She'd nearly moaned Kurt McVeigh's name while kissing Will. Oh dear God! She'd known the second Kurt had strolled into her office that she was attracted to him and if she was being honest with herself, she had been picturing him kissing her instead of Will since her eyes slid closed. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd barely spent 10 minutes with the man and already his cowboy, Chicago-hating-self had her fantasising about how he would feel pressed against her. How he would taste, how he would kiss her and how he would fu-

Diane blinked her eyes closed again trying to stop that particular train of thought.

They'd only met briefly before lunch in what was possibly the most bizarre meeting she'd ever had and yet, she'd been unable to stop thinking about him. His smile, the twinkle of his green eyes, the shape of his ass in those old worn jeans. Oh Lord! There was just something about him that made her stomach do flip-flops.

"Sure," Will growled into her ear, pulling her from her reverie with a sensual kiss on her neck. Will eased back to smile at his partner and Diane fought to smile back genuinely.

"Eight?" She questioned breathlessly, trying to cover her awkwardness.

"Sure, I'll walk you to your car!" He replied with a wink.

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Diane fell back into the soft cotton of her sheets, Will flopping down gently beside her and wiping the sheen of sweat from his brow. Diane turned her head smiling at her partner

"You okay?" Will questioned with a frown, still trying to regulate his breathing.

"Of course," Diane responded with a smile, pulling the sheet up to cover them and rolling onto her side. Will turned too, reaching out to stroke her cheek lovingly.

"Are you sure?" He confirmed, his dark eyes locked on hers.

"Yes." Diane nodded, taking his hand from her cheek into her own and squeezing it with a reassuring smile.

"Diane, you didn't-" He trailed off sombrely, his meaning clear.

"No, I didn't but it's okay." She reiterated and Will stared at her aghast.

"It's not okay!" He replied indignantly.

"Will, it's fine, really." She tried again, her eyes kind and face soft.

"Diane-"

"It's fine Will." She said more forcefully this time. "Sex can be good for women without it." Diane offered her gaze locked onto his features in the dimly lit bedroom.

"I can, I mean, we could go again?" Will suggested clearly worried about the situation.

"Will, I'm fine, it was good."

"Good but not great?" He replied seriously, propping his head up on his elbow as he watched her. Diane let out a loud huff, rolling onto her back again.

"Are we seriously having the 'was it good for you' conversation?" She queried rolling her eyes.

"No, because clearly it wasn't good for you!" Will remarked callously.

"Jesus Will, it was good!" She spat back in annoyance, sitting up with the sheets held to her torso as she turned to look down at him.

"Diane! You didn't come!" He retorted angrily.

"I'm well aware, Will!" She bellowed condescendingly, feeling the annoyance rising from within her. "Sometimes women don't come, it happens! It doesn't mean the sex wasn't good!" Diane continued.

"Just let me take care of you!" He replied hotly, shifting so he was sitting too, the bedsheets pooling around his hips.

"Why so I can satisfy your ego?" She scoffed with a mean smirk.

"No so you can have a good time!" Will said too loudly for the quiet room.

"I did have a good time!" Diane yelled at him, flopping back down into the pillows angrily.

"No you didn't! I want you to have fireworks when we're together not just sparklers!" He responded seriously, his frown deep and pointed.

Diane couldn't help herself then, her anger dissipating into giggles at his remark. Will looked at her aghast, his eyes wide and outraged at her laughter. How dare she laugh at a time like this! Diane bit her bottom lip to hide another chuckle as Will huffed and fell into the bed beside her.

The pair lay silently for a long while, neither saying anything. Finally managing to compose herself, Diane rolled over once again to face Will.

"Would you have felt better if I faked it?" She asked with a smile and Will rolled to look her in the eyes.

"Yes." He offered petulantly. "No, I don't know!" He huffed out grumpily. Diane let out another giggle, leaning over to peck him on the lips.

"Will," She began softly as she pulled away. "98% of the time, you have me screaming, more than once," She added seriously seeing the curve of his smile start to bloom. "Those times so far outweigh this, okay?"

"I just don't want you to think I'm using you," He said quietly, his face sad as he met her eyes.

"You are using me." She replied with a frown. "And I'm using you, that's the idea."

"You know what I mean!" Will huffed with a roll of his eyes and Diane nodded with a grin.

"I know," She agreed, snuggling deeper into the mattress, and turning her back to him. Reaching behind her body for his arm and pulling it around her body. Will reluctantly shifted closer to her, her back pressed tightly to his front, his arm curled snuggly against her waist. Diane moaned happily as his lips came to rest on her shoulder; pressing a delicate kiss there.

"Are you sure I can't tempt you?" He whispered lowly into her ear. Diane shook her head slightly.

"Not tonight, I'm tired." She replied and could physically feel Will deflate. "But tomorrow morning, I think it may be an idea to shower together," She continued hoping to put him into a better mood. "You know, to save water and time and all that?"

Will pressed another kiss to her shoulder blade, before resting his head neatly beside hers on the pillow.

"Deal," He said satisfied.

"And Will?" She questioned after a moment.

"Yeah?

"I expect fireworks!" She laughed and Will hugged her body tighter to his.

"Diane, I'll give you Guy Fawkes and New Year all rolled into one!" He responded and Diane couldn't help but grin widely. Snuggling back into his warmth, she let her eyes slide shut.

"Goodnight, Will."

"Goodnight."

Diane lay quietly thinking to herself as Will slowly drifted off. She tried to match his breathing and lull herself into slumber but her mind simply would not stop. As she lay there in the arms of her friend and partner, her mind drifted back to the man who she'd met with in her office that morning. Kurt McVeigh and his rugged good looks had put a real damper on what would otherwise have been a fantastic evening.

Every time she'd come close to the edge, Kurt's face would pop into her mind and she'd lose that all elusive orgasm. She felt out of sorts, almost as if she was cheating on Kurt with Will. The notion itself was insane since she barely knew the man; she'd only met him for a short while at work. Sure, he was handsome and alluring, but she wasn't dating the man, she wasn't in a relationship with him, there was absolutely no reason she should feel guilty about sleeping with Will. And yet, she here she lay, wishing the arms of her partner were someone else's. She felt guilty as she relived their small interaction over and over again, desperately trying to make sense of her feelings. Here she lay, knowing that the strange, cowboy, ballistics expert may call tomorrow and the promise of such a call made her heart beat faster. Here she lay, wishing she was Kurt's and no one else's.