"Sex!" Annalise called out, before writing it down on the board. "I know what you're thinking."

"Somehow I'm doubting it." Connor whispered into my ear. I smirked.

"I payed eighty grand a year for this, so what does sex have to do with criminal law?" She continued. "Everything. Sex, after all, drives most criminal behavior."

"Makes me feel pretty criminal. Want to be my police officer?" He smirked too, and I began to feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.

"For instance. A husband discovering his wife had an affair is one of the most leading causes of murder. We call these crimes of passion, and the heat-of-passion defense is your best tool when representing a client you know is guilty. But what if there's a 'cooling of the blood' period?...Ms. Cohen?"

She stood. "You can't use a heat-of-passion defense. The client would have had enough time to contemplate their action."

"Right. And good luck, because the prosecution is painting your client as being a sexual deviant. Juries are way more likely to hand down a guilty verdict if they think your client is a pervert."

I felt a hand reach my thigh and I looked down at it. Connor. I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised. "Are you that thirsty, Con?"

He nodded.

Smiling, I let him leave it there. "No further down."

Our next case was about a woman who worked in a 'sex club' and had her partner die beneath her during a bout of rough sex. The first court proceeding was much like the sex itself. Rough.

But the woman had decided to allow us the files from the clients at her sex group the night the man beneath her had died a sudden death, which Annalise forced us to go through.

"Talk to everyone who went to that party, get them to testify that Tanya and Dominic's sex was routine and not rough."

"What do we win if we do a good job?" Asher asked.

"My respect." Annalise responded, already on her way to her office. "Move. Find me a pervert."

I looked at the list and sighed. "Start from the bottom. Make our way down...hey, this guy works down the street. I'll take him first."

"You'll do what?" Asher raised his brows.

"You're all gross." I sighed, sitting up and grabbing for my sweater. "I'll be back in due time."

"There's no way in hell I would ever testify that I went to...Utopia Circle. I'm a respected detective in my field, all right? We don't...do things like that." Detective John Morris told me.

"What's so bad about sex?" I raised my brows. "It's just sex. Wouldn't your cop buddies pat you on the back and say hoorah?"

"And my superiors?" He scoffed. "No."

"Please?"

"Don't bat your eyelashes at me and give me those...puppy dog eyes, they aren't appreciated. No, means, no."

"You didn't find me one pervert?" Annalise asked sadly.

"Some of them believe Tanya's innocent, but they're too afraid of being outed." Connor said.

"They'd do anything for love, but they wont do that." Asher added.

"Maybe we could subpoena them? Force them to testify." Laurel offered.

"That's a bad idea. They'll just hate us...could screw us over on the stand or something." I said.

"Ms. King is correct. I mean what is it about you people? The more experience you get, the worst you get at this job."

"Annalise." Bonnie interrupted.

"What?"

"Look."

With a deep inhale, she exhaled sharply. "For fuck's sake."

"What is it?" I asked tentatively.

"The damned siblings." She spat, grabbing for her purse. "We've got a road trip to go on."

"Tell me where they are." Annalise pushed passed the woman that answered the door.

"I would tell you if you gave me a chance to-"

"I don't have time for that."

"Wait here, or I will have to call security!"

"It's fine, Sandra." Catherine came out from behind the wall.

"What's going on?" Caleb inquired.

"Why don't you tell me?" She held up the iPad that showed a picture of them two kissing on a tabloid. "So, tell us, are you two lovers?"

"This was the morning our parents were killed." Caleb scoffed. "I was comforting her."

"With his lips." I muttered to Connor who smiled.

"With a kiss?" Annalise asked. "That's not how I comfort my siblings."

"Why are they here?" Catherine grimaced at the Keating Six.

"Oh, them?" She raised her eyebrows. "Those are the strangers judging you as sick incestuous freaks."

"Okay we didn't- she's putting words in our mouths." Asher defended us.

"Get used to it, because that's all the jury pool knows about you now." Annalise ignored him. "You two are screwing and that's why you killed your parents, because they found out and threatened to cut you out of the will."

They both tried to deny it.

"How do I know you aren't lying to me again? Love is love, after all, who am I to judge?"

"How dare you?" Caleb exclaimed. "You begged us to hire you, said you'd protect us from all the crap people are saying. So either you trust us when we tell you the truth, or we'll find a new lawyer who can."

My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. Oh Jesus. What did we get ourselves into...

"Did anyone notice the heat coming out from those two? They're totes smushing." Asher said in the kitchen later that night.

"At least they aren't related related." Laurel shrugged.

"Mmm, legally, they're related." Michaela shook her head.

"Well. If you're gonna incest your brother, might as well look like Caleb." Connor shrugged.

"Those eyes, so dreamy." I said dramatically.

"Well, Catherine's hot too. Well, helps she's great in bed." Wes said, hopping on the counter.

"Great to know you can speak from experience." I said.

"I can make jokes too, you know."

"Look, if you're gonna sleep with another client, make it Tanya. Apparently, orgasms for days." Connor said sarcastically.

"Okay, that isn't actually possible, right?" Asher asked. "You can't like...you know, more than once or twice, right?"

"Uh. Speak for yourself." Laurel said.

"Be honest." Connor smirked. "Frank. Is he your best? My best was Matt Harris. My physics tutor. We used to-"

"Your girlfriend is sitting right next to you." Michaela reminded.

"He's just upset I haven't sent him an RSVP to my pants yet." I smiled.

"Still?" Everyone looked shocked.

I rolled my eyes. "Is it so hard to believe that I want to wait?"

"Coming from you, not really." Laurel said.

"Let's stop talking about your sex lives." Michaela said.

"Why? Thinking of all those bad sex years with Aiden?" Connor laughed.

"No, I just don't want to talk about how many orgasms everyone's had in their lives." She shrugged.

"More like in a row. Anyone that remembers how many they've had in their life time has either not had many, or none at all." Asher stated.

Michaela gave us worrisome glances, and we knew.

"No way." I breathed.

"Michaela..." Laurel mumbled. "Never? Not even when Aiden went-"

"He didn't do that!" She exclaimed. "And...okay I know, I should have known he was gay a long time ago. And it's not that weird. Planned parenthood says that one in three women have difficulty achieving orgasm, and it's mostly due to society sex-shaming us. So maybe stop doing that to me."

"What are you doing?" Annalise entered.

I had to stop myself from choking on my own saliva.

"Trying to figure out how to discredit the loan officer? Proving Dominic had a heart condition? Just don't say gabbing about your pathetic sex lives."

"Actually, uh, Leo and I have a lead on a witness angle." Connor mentioned.

"Ah. Finally doing their job." Annalise smiled.

"I'm really bad at flirting." I stated, walking into the Utopia Circle.

"Somehow I doubt that. You down play yourself too much." Connor smirked.

"I am completely honest with you, Con."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Not about that you aren't."

"Connor!" We heard a voice, and I turned to it. "So glad you made it. This is my husband, Ajay."

Ajay smiled at him. "We're a match. Two snakes."

He chuckled nervously.

I used my hand to hide the smile that appeared on my face. "Why don't we get some drinks...?"

Connor's friend tried to pour us another round, but I cut her off. "We should really be leaving now."

"No." She smiled, grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to it. "Stay."

Connor eyed me and I could see jealousy hidden behind the stare. I felt my cheeks heat up as her hand ran up my arm, to my hair.

"Okay." I smiled, leaning closer. "But only if you testify for Tanya."

She groaned. "No. I already told him that."

"An innocent woman might go to jail."

Ajay grabbed for the champagne bottle. "Maybe she deserves it."

"Ajay." His wife mumbled.

"No, what does that mean?" Connor scoffed.

"It doesn't matter. He wasn't there that night." She sighed.

"No, but you told me Tanya switched cards with you." Ajay said pointedly.

She glared at him.

"Is that true?" I asked. "Alicia."

She sighed, nodding.

I looked at Connor. "We need to go. Now."

He agreed, and we left to the car.

"You know...you're cute when you're jealous." I said.

"Excuse me?" He turned on the ignition.

"When she was trying to get in my pants. I saw that look in your eye, Con. It's cute." I chuckled.

"I wasn't jealous..." He scoffed.

"You're also an awful liar. Don't worry. I don't mind. It's sweet." I shrugged.

A blush crossed over his cheeks, and he rubbed the nape of his neck. "You think it's sweet?"

"Mhm." I nodded, patting his leg. "You're sweet."

"I'm not."

"Okay, to the rest of humanity you're sorta an ass. To me, you're sweet."

"You think I am?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Connor, you do the kindest, most sweetest things for me..."

"Just taking care of you s'all."

I smiled. He didn't realize just how much I recognized his love for me.

We'd won the case. As we normally do. It wasn't such a shock to anyone at this point, the very great powers of Annalise Keating. Later that night, after we'd finished up, we all went back to the office.

Frank came in with a basket. "Guess what was on the porch. Knock yourselves out."

My eyebrows raised and I hopped up. "I call dibs on this muffin." I stated, grabbing for the blueberry sugary goodness.

Laurel came up behind me and grabbed for the card. "Don't let my mistakes ruin sex for you. Tanya."

"Okay. She's just creepy." Michaela sighed.

"I'm second guessing my bite." I muttered, my mouth full. I was debating on spitting it out.

"I doubt she made it using her-"

I glared at Asher.

"Maybe she stirred the batter with this." Wes held up a suggestive looking ornament and I gagged, spitting out the muffin in the trash.

Asher grabbed it from him. "Maybe little missy could use it to have her first big 'O'." He hit Michaela with it.

I laughed, taking my seat next to Connor.

"Okay, that's it!" Michaela exclaimed. "No one is every allowed to talk about my sex life ever again." She slapped Asher with it.

"Something tells me that this stud is gonna know exactly how to make it rain." Connor shoved his phone toward her.

"Who's that?" Laurel asked, grabbing it from him.

"That's Levi. Michaela's new girlfriend." He responded.

"Michaelllaaaa." Laurel chuckled.

"See look. He's even got Wait List sweating." Connor joked.

"What time is it?" Michaela asked.

"Eight." I responded.

"Oh crap! Oh." She gasped. "He's coming over in a half-hour."

"Get it in, girl!" Connor yelled out.

A few moments of silence passed before I rested my hand on Connor's knee. "Do you wanna head home now?"

He raised a brow at me. "You usually wanna stay till the boss lady kicks you out."

"I know. But. I...think I'm tired."

"You think?"

"Con."

"Okay, okay." He stood up. "Sure. I'm not complaining. Let's go home."

I gathered up my belongings, as did he, and he drove us home.

Our showers were brief. Well, my shower was brief, Connor was taking forever, which only made the situation at hand worse for me. My heart was beating fast. I was pacing on the bedroom floor, wringing my hands.

When the door opened, my heart skipped a beat. Connor's hair was soaking wet, as it usually is after a shower. It dripped down his back, and got soaked up by the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He walked in, creating wet foot prints on the floor. He bent down near his side of the bed and grabbed a brush before sitting up. We made eye contact and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you okay...?" He asked.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You're standing in the middle of the room. That's not generally something you do." He chuckled softly.

I rubbed the back of my neck and breathed out unsteadily.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, walking closer to me, wrapping his hands in mine.

"I wanted to...I." I sighed, chewing on my bottom lip. "I wanted tonight to be the night. I hate making you wait like this. Especially because it's hard for me too. I want to be with you, Connor. Really be with you."

"So what's wrong?" He asked. "You can tell me anything, Leo. You know that."

"I'm scared." My voice was meek.

"Why?"

I sighed, walking to the edge of the bed and bringing my knees to my chest. "You really wanna know?"

"Leorah, of course I want to know." He followed, sitting behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, and his chin rested on my shoulder. His dripped hair rested on my own and I leaned into his touch.

"I love you Connor. I love you...and I haven't loved a man before in my life." My voice wavered. "I've been...used, and mistreated by men all my life. Everyone I've dated has been controlling, and I've never felt...safer in someone's arms than in yours. Asher...he was more of a fling. I didn't love him. I liked him, but I didn't love him. And I love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. And you love me. You love me for who I am."

"Right."

"You don't love me for my body yet." I breathed. "And. And I don't want you to start loving me just for my body when we...I don't want you to put my body over myself."

"Leorah." He said.

I swallowed.

"Look at me."

I turned around and his palms cupped my cheeks. "You listen to me, okay?"

I nodded.

"You are the smartest, sharpest, most opinionated woman I've ever met. You're the sweetest, kindest, most considerate woman. You inspire me to be better, because I see how happy I make you when I am. You care about me, more than anyone has cared about me before, other than my family. You don't expect me to hold up everything. You don't see our relationship as, I do the work, and you keep me around. I've had that since I was a kid. That I have to fight for someones love. You don't make me fight for you. But I would. Tooth and nail, Leorah, I'd fight for you. We're a companionship. We're a team. You tug, I tug, and we keep us up together. As equals...and I love you." His eyes pooled with tears. "I don't tell people this. I don't tell people that I love them, Leorah, because I hate letting people in. But I let you in. And I trust you with my feelings, and my heart, and my life. I love you, for you. Not for your body. Leorah, I could stay celibate my entire life if it meant I got to come home every night to you. I will never put your body over your mind. You're gorgeous, don't get me wrong, and I love your physique. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met, inside and out. Don't be scared of that, Leo. Never be scared of it, because it'll never happen. I guarantee."

We were both crying a bit, and my gaze reverted down to my lap.

He sighed softly, and brought me into him. His arms wrapped around me tightly and his breath tickled my neck and I burrowed my face into his neck.

My hands rested on the opening of the towel and I pulled away from the hug. "I want tonight to be the night."

"You do?" He smiled.

I nodded. "Yeah."

He bit on his lip. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." I nodded. "Whatever you want, need. I want to do that. For us."

"Okay." He grinned, and I tugged off the towel.

"Okay." I grinned back.