Defense

I was sore, but the good kind of sore. My weekend had turned into a sweat fest; moan filled, sheet burning, and skin-discovering spree. I hadn't been to my apartment since I left it on Saturday afternoon in order to be at Henshall's. Yesterday, he had given us the day off and I'd met with Tristan to get my weekly grocery shopping and of course, to pamper myself but let's just say, Trevor had been short from happy when he arrived to his home and saw no trace of me there. He had called me roughly five times whilst I was getting my nails done and of course I couldn't answer but when I returned the call, he sounded flustered and relieved.

It finally dawned on me that Trevor had this insecurity of being left… again. And, though he expressed his fear of opening up and loving again in fear that the someone he had let in would leave, it never really clicked until then. I had invited him over for a conversation and a home cooked meal that slowly evolved into Trevor spending the night in a much needed cuddle session. But the morning had arrived far too quickly and it was time to return to work. As my alarm went off, Trevor's hold on my body became tight, "I hate mornings too," I said as I stretched my body besides his.

"Then, let's ignore it," he replied, his voice hoarse with slumber.

I giggled, "Come on, let me shower so that I can iron your shirt."

He turned his head to meet my gaze, "Why don't we shower together, huh?" he suggested with a smirk.

I patted his chest and rolled, planting my feet on the ground, "Because we will never make it out of here on time."

He sat on my bed, running his fingers through his face, "Who says we can't shower together and not make it sexual? I can behave, Noa."

I had been moving around my room, collecting underwear and setting my outfit atop the bed, "You can, but I cannot," I husked cheekily over my shoulder as I reached the bathroom door.

Being back at work after missing a day had been the most horrifying experience I had gone through thus far. Not even working a PR project had been so mortifying and strenuous as missing one day of work for senior partners at this law firm. Tristan and I had been incredibly busy and had been working side-by-side with each other in coordinating calendars for the upcoming months, making sure their collective cases were up-to-date with the correct amount of paperwork and proper follow-up, as well as making sure we left time for them to spend with their families and for them to be able to add on as they needed and as cases came in that they wanted to take at their discretion. We all spoke about the senior partners, but on the other side of the main lobby were the junior partners and their assistants. They had less amount of work and their cases weren't as big as the ones the seniors took on a regular basis but they had a bigger turn around.

Trevor and I had kept it professional at work today and we hadn't had much physical contact as I had been extremely busy and he had been pre-occupied with an important matter, taking place in his office. We had communicated through the office chat and I had transferred calls to him, but since our arrival this morning and further discussion of the day and week's important events, he had been locked in there. I had been too busy to let my mind wander to scenarios of possible regret, a consideration of being moved with a junior partner, or maybe even a resignation, but now that I had achieved down time at almost two o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't help but let my mind go there.

It was never easy dating your boss, it was why there was an unspoken rule that you should never fall in love with your boss but at the same time, it was quite difficult when said boss looked like Trevor Langan. I smiled and scoffed as I played with my chips. A sudden ping from my computer jolted me back, Have you eaten?

Trevor was messaging me, Yes, I am currently playing with my chips.

Is that all you've had to eat?

No, I brought a turkey club from home.

Good, I ordered Thai, it should be here soon and I ordered extra for you but I think I should've asked you beforehand...

I giggled; You should've but thank you. At least I know I'm in your thoughts…

Oh, Noa, trust me when I say; you've been the only thing on my mind today.

I smirked and bit my lip, closing the chat box and picking up my line, pressing the number two for Trevor's direct line, "You couldn't reply to my message?" he said and I could almost see the smug grin he must've had on his face.

"What I want to reply cannot be said on the chat, you know, my boss reads those," I replied cheekily.

"Planning on giving the boss a show, Noa?"

I guffawed, "Oh, trust me, he was plenty entertained this past weekend."

I heard the catch on Trevor's breath and the low chuckle that followed after, "Really? And, how do you know this?"

I bit my lip and sat back on my chair, "Because," I began lowly, "I was the source of his entertainment," Trevor hummed low in his throat and I could tell the conversation was having an effect on him. I was going to let it sink for a while longer, but I heard the chatter that came from the front and knew Trevor's food had arrived, "I would love to share with you every filthy detail, but my boss' food has arrived and the man does carry a temper when he isn't fed so, goodbye."

I clicked the receiver and stood, rapidly making my way to Jeanine's desk. The older brunette had been putting in orders for the office, restocking our necessities, and welcoming guests that were seeking legal advice all the while, attempting to maintain her composure. Jeanine handed me the bag with the food contents but not before taking out an order of beef nam tok for her enjoyment. I walked the rest of the contents back to Trevor's office and knocked twice, as I always did before pushing the door open. Trevor was talking to whom I assume was his sister and I took it upon myself to set the food out, "Yes, Tilly, I know that."

It sounded as if his sibling was scolding Trevor, "Well, Noa got me out of there before anything else could happen." Is he talking about the networking event?

As I was emptying the contents of the bag I saw the bowl of drunken noodles that he knew I enjoyed so much and smiled, taking them out and setting them aside. It was funny-this whole exchange because in the privacy of my home or his, Trevor didn't like to be served. He preferred to help me set the table or he would be there with me in the kitchen, passing me utensils, or grabbing the plates for me to serve the food but in the office setting, me arranging his lunch atop his desk had happened more than once and he seemed completely unbothered by it all, "You'll meet her in a couple of weeks for my birthday," he said as he winked at me.

I rolled my eyes and trashed the bag, "All right, Tilly, goodbye. I love you, too," he finished as he placed the receiver on the console, "You know," he begun, grabbing the fork I had set next to his mussamun curry chicken, "You didn't have to do this."

"I didn't hear you complain, Langan," I replied as I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

He scoffed and smiled, taking a bite of his food. He pointed at the drunken noodles, "Eat, Noa; I know a sandwich and some chips didn't fill you up."

I opened my mouth to protest and honestly, I was getting ready to put myself down, but he interrupted me before I could, "And, don't you dare say something like you did on Sunday because I swear to God," he emphasized, glaring at me mischievously, "I will have you on top of this desk," he finished.

A shiver ran down my spine and I looked at my hands, attempting to hide the sudden heat that could be felt on my cheeks, and I nodded, grabbing the bowl of noodles. We fell into a comfortable silence, one in where we stole flirtatious glances, and Trevor winked, as his eyes would trail the cleavage formed by my shirt, "So, I'm meeting your sister?" I asked between bites.

He chuckled and wiped his mouth, "Yes, you're coming with me."

"Where exactly am I going, Trevor?"

"Montauk," he offered, "As you know, my birthday is in a couple of weeks and my family and I always go to our beach house. I don't exactly like big celebrations for my aging, but birthdays are a big thing in my household."

I nodded and smiled, "And, you were just going to kidnap me or were you going to say something, eventually," I smirked.

Trevor chuckled and shook his head, "Don't be difficult, woman."

"Ha! It's the only reason you like me…"

Trevor leaned back on his chair and eyed me; his penetrating stare wandering across my chest, stopping at my neck, and slowly continuing up my jaw to finally stop at my lips. He was doing this on purpose and he knew how my body would react to the scrutiny of his gaze and he smirked once he saw the slow fall of my chest as desire coursed through my veins. He bit his lip before speaking, "I'd like to think so, but we'd both know I'd be lying," he finished, raising his blue eyes to meet my brown ones.

I hummed and smirked, attempting not to speak because if I did, it'd only be but a mewl. How pathetic I'd sound if I were to open my mouth to speak because he'd win and for now, this back and forth served as ever-lasting foreplay. Before the weekend, the lines had been blurred more than once, serving as fuel to our growing fire, filling our bodies with angst, but now that we had crossed the threshold, we knew what it meant and more so, we knew how our bodies reacted to the other's teasing. It was stupefying, honestly, how our bodies were so attuned to each other just like century lovers. It was a dance as old as time and we had not been afraid to learn and perfect its technique for the pleasure of the other.

I could hear the ring of my phone in the distance and I broke the hold our eyes had, standing quickly, placing the bowl of noodles atop his desk, "I'll clean up, it's almost time to go home anyways," he mused as he shot me a quick smile.

"Yea, tell that to that phone. It has been going nonstop today," I retorted as I fixed my skirt and exited his office, closing the door behind me.

I jogged quickly to my desk that was but two feet from Trevor's door, "Henshall & Langan, Trevor Langan's line. This is Noa," I said into the receiver, sitting on my chair, and moving the mouse to wake my computer.

The person on the other side of the line cleared their throat, "H—Hello, may I speak to Trevor Langan?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"My name is Lt. Olivia Benson from Manhattan's Special Victims Unit," the woman answered, "I have a Milo Kent detained here at the one-six, he's asking for his lawyer."

My stomach dropped and I literally felt my heart slow down, Special Victims Unit? That meant sex crimes. I could almost feel the room spin and I placed my right hand flat atop my desk and took a deep breath in, centering myself and willing my body to respond, "Uh, yes, one moment please," I uttered quickly, placing the Lieutenant on hold as I reached for the pad to press for Trevor's line.

"Miss my voice so quickly, huh?" Trevor attempted to quip, but I was not having any of that at the moment.

"You have Lt. Olivia Benson on one," I said, hearing Trevor grunt, "Milo's at the precinct and he's asking for you."

"What?" he nearly shouted, "Milo as in Henshall's brother?"

"If you know another Milo Kent, please let me know," I deadpanned.

Trevor sighed, "Tell her that I'm on my way," I okayed him and went to disconnect when he spoke again, "Oh and let Henshall know that his brother is in trouble when I leave."

A/N: Short chapter for you guys, kind of a filler and a prompt for other chapters to come. Thank you for the reviews! Keep them coming, I love reading what you guys have to say.