AN: WARNING! THIS IS A LEMON. IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT TYPE OF THING, WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT CHAPTER DROPS BECAUSE THAT IS FAR MORE FLUFFY! Anyway, it's my first real crack at writing a lemon so let's see how it pans out! Also, shout out to the homie, JordanPhoenix who viewed my initial draft of the scene. She writes amazingly funny and sexy scenes, and I hope to one day learn to write intimate scenes that well. If you're not already, you guys should check out her stories!

DJJ680: Lol, of course. That's pretty gutsy. I think I'd be too nervous around Kristoph to work for him, even if I didn't know about the dirty dealings he had going. I'd be too busy thinking how perfect and flawless he seemed, and most likely trying not to screw up in front of him. For me, Grossberg is a safer option, since he's well established and you know you'll get paid unlike Phoenix's firm lol.

JordanPhoenix: Haha I'm glad you like it! Hehe hope it doesn't disappoint...

Jack54311: No breaks! Of course, it's not everyone's cup of tea. Feel free to skip this chapter and return to the 3rd chapter, since this one is more explicit. The rest of the story is probably what you'd call fluff.

Miles flipped on the lights and entered his bedroom with Lyn following quietly.

When he turned around after closing the thick beige curtains to his windows on the far side of the room, the prosecutor saw that the girl was standing in the door frame.

The room was painted a light gray offset by the white bed and night stands. Dark gray chairs were set in the lower corners. Nothing was out of place, not even a stray hair on the plushy beige carpet. Lyn found his space to be precisely like his person, tidy, practical, and formal. She was no interior decorator, but found the room had a neutralizing effect that helped to calm her nerves somewhat.

"Have you forgotten how to walk?" Miles teased, returning to her.

She blushed faintly. "Shut up. I can walk fine."

Yet, she remained where she was, now watching the man.

He chuckled as he closed the distance between them, bending over to look down at her. She never took her brown almond shaped eyes off of him.

"Are you alright?" he asked so close that their noses were almost touching.

Lyn could feel the beat of her heart increase in speed. She knew he was doing this all on purpose, the jerk. "I-I'm fine."

"Then there's no need to be so tense," Miles said lowly as he grabbed her shoulders and stroked her arms, allowing her to feel the warmth of his hands through her rayon blouse.

Before she could fully enjoy that, Miles stopped caressing her arms. He flashed a mischievous glance, before completely pulling her against his body with an arm around her waist. She gasped into his mouth as the man gave her a forceful kiss.

Taking advantage of her state, he slid his tongue into her mouth. She could do nothing to prevent the exploration, but it was soon done as they twirled their tongues around each others in a circulation motion that seemed like a dance.

Miles pulled away leaving a tiny trail of spit on the corner of her mouth. Lyn took a breath, still bent over backward.

"You're crazy," she muttered as she tried to wrap her arms around his neck.

He kissed her again and slid his hands past her waist down to her bottom. "What's crazy is this."

The blood rushed to her face as he continued to grab her ass. If it hadn't felt good she'd have half a mind to slug him.

It was necessary not to let him totally dominate- it'd be a bit more fun to put up a bit of a fight, Lyn mused. She kissed him lightly before roughly biting his lower lip. In response, he gripped her bottom firmly. She giggled before standing slightly on her tippy toes. She didn't know his weak spots, but it wouldn't hurt to try various spots. She kissed his earlobe a couple of times, which caused him to squirm. Then she cranked the pressure by biting it like a piranha.

This elicited an audible moan from him. Little minx, he mused as the girl happily kept nibbling and sucking his earlobe. It was the sensation of biting and her warm breath getting to him. But only for so long did he allow it to go on.

Miles pulled back, standing straight up, releasing her from his hold. Then he swiftly scooped her up into his arms.

"What are you doing?"

He just walked to the middle of the room, and he dropped her onto the bed.

"I'm about to teach you a lesson," he said throwing off his suit jacket. He quickly undid his cravat and vest, dropping those to the floor. Kicking off his shoes, he crawled onto the bed hovering over her.

She blew him a raspberry. Lyn started doing the same with her bow tie and vest, tossing those and throwing off her shoes.

"You don't have to manhandle me like that," she whined.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

In response, Lyn sat up and swung an arm around his neck, trying to capture him in a headlock. But she was too slow. The man managed to duck his head under the hold and grab her from behind. She tried to flail her arms to escape, but Miles forced them behind her and pressed her directly face down into the bed.

"Mphhh. Let me go," she said into the cotton sheets.

Miles sat on top of her, prevent her from easily escaping his grasp. "Oh, please. You really think I'd let you go so easily?"

He leaned down, chest pressed into her back. He pulled her ponytail forcing her head and neck up.

"I told you," he said huskily into her ear. "I was teaching you a lesson."

"Y-yeah right," Lyn said in a feeble attempt to resist him. A shiver ran down her spine.

Her head was yanked back even further. "Excuse me? Would you care to repeat yourself?"

His voice was mocking, yet completely in control. She found herself caving quickly.

"N-nothing. I didn't say anything."

"You're quite the lucky young lady. If this wasn't your first time, you'd be severely punished," he said lowly as he gave her yet another yank.

Miles kissed and bit all over her ear and then licked from her ear down to her neck. It brought shivers down her spine. Then he forced her up on to all fours.

He stroked her back gently, before roughly slapping her bottom a few times, causing Lyn to yelp. He grabbed her hair once more, and then grinded into her from behind with a few thrusts.

"You see?" he growled. "I'll be gentle today. But if this happens again, you'll be in serious trouble."

She gulped feeling the strangely satisfying sting from her ass.

Well, if she wasn't in for the ass whooping of the century now, there was still a chance to put up another assault, she figured. It couldn't be...that bad.

"So, I'm good to act up today?" she asked with a cheeky smile. She reached behind her, removing the hair tie allowing her long hair to be seen in its volume and length.

"Not like you can do much," he snorted. "I'll give you free reign...for a short amount of time, that is."

"Then let's even the field," Lyn unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a padded black bra.

Miles cocked a brow at her as he watched her strip down to nothing but her lingerie, revealing the thin body once more. This time he didn't have to feel guilty for looking.

"Well, come on. I'm not gonna be the only one. I'll give you a fighting chance," she winked.

The man shook his head, with a smirk. He doubted what she could do as he'd already beat her at her own game already. But he was glad she was clearly enjoying herself now.

He did likewise, undoing his dress shirt and pants tossing them aside. Miles waited for her first move. He tapped a finger on his arm as he always did. "I'm waiting…"

"H-hey. You can't rush genius," she said looking at him with a heated face. It was a pity he had to wear so many layers of clothes normally. She'd kill to see his toned chest more often.

But she wouldn't let his attractive body distract her! No, she had to attack, while she had the chance.

From the middle of the bed, she nearly pounced on him, actually managing to lay him flat on his back.

Before she gave him a chance to react, Lyn began the assault, tickling the man's sides and stomach.

Miles couldn't stop himself from laughing aloud, as he squirmed in an attempt to hide his weak spots. The girl enjoyed it far too much, since the prosecutor was always the serious one. Hearing such resonate laughter without restraint was satisfying.

However, it didn't last that long. Miles turned the tables, managing to grab both of her small wrists and hold them in one hand.

"You...think you're so funny…" he said recovering from laughing so much. But there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

With little warning the demon prosecutor flipped her off of him and switched their positions so that he was hovering over the smaller girl menacingly.

Lyn would have raised her hands in defense if it were possible, but she couldn't slip free of his hold. "Wait! Wait, let's talk about this-"

Miles was savage.

He poked, prodded and tickled Lyn's sides aggressively. In fact, he tickled everywhere. Her stomach, under her arm, her neck, her legs and even her feet.

She begged and pleaded with him to stop between tearful laughs, her position a feeble attempt at the fetal position to hide her most vulnerable spots.

"How does it feel to be on the other receiving end?" he asked with a smirk.

When she didn't immediately respond, he ran a finger slowly across the bottom of her exposed feet.

The girl jerked with a laugh in response. "Stop!"

"You're in luck because I'd like to do something else now."

She heard the creak of the bedsprings, as he made her turn over on her back.

"And... what's... that?" she asked wiping the tears away from laughing so hard.

It took him some time to answer as he was enjoying the view of her body from this angle.

"Something that involves removing obstructions," he said as he playfully pulled a bra strap and let it go.

"Of justice?"

"...Well, it would be an injustice to not remove all of your clothes. And probably more criminal not to continue with the proceedings...of course, if you're comfortable with it."

"Yes!" she blurted out, much to his surprise. And even to her own surprise as she blinked. "Er. I mean...I want to do this."

He shook his head with a chuckle. She was a quivering mess. "...Alright. But tell me if it's too much for you."

Lyn nodded in silence. She was happy he was concerned, but she wanted everything. She wouldn't deny her greediness, and how her thoughts sometimes led down the path they were venturing on. It'd be a disappointment to stop now.

She reached behind her back, undoing her bra. Lyn could feel his eyes upon her. Somehow she squirmed even more knowing she was being observed so closely. In fact, she was usually being monitored by him under that steely gaze, but it was burning her up inside at the moment. And he simply couldn't help it.

He smirked all the while at the awkward fidgety display. People, when they got intimate in his eyes, displayed who they really were. And for all her bravado, Lyn was timid and vulnerable. Her big talk and teasing was clearly her only defense against potential predators. The understanding of the situation amused and excited him in the best way possible. Now, he most definitely would work his hardest tonight.

After slipping his boxers, which were a tiny bit wet, he reached into the nightstand, with new understanding.

The woman's eyes widened at the display. Lyn of course, had gotten a glance at that before. It was under a totally different and more awkward circumstance, but it would be a bold face lie to say that she had noted it's sizable length back then at the hospital. With mounting difficulty she forced herself to perish the thought. But she didn't have to hide it anymore. And how could she anyway with this hunk of a guy about to hover over her in bed? She swallowed hard, watching him put on the rubber. She had taken everything off. There was no defense left.

The pace of her heart beat quickened. She held her breath, wondering just what he would do next.

"Lyn," he said softly, although it was clear he was tickled by her rabbit like instincts which made it appear she'd run off in a second, "just relax. It might hurt a little, but it won't be so bad if you calm yourself, okay?"

The girl had no words, but responded by taking a deep breath, not once taking her eyes off of him, her own eyes watering. He stroked her head lightly, running his hand down all the way down to her stomach. She was soft, despite all the scars she'd accumulated. Soft, despite the playful personality. He gently caressed her a number of times, finding how it relaxed her. And when he was certain of the calm, he advanced.

When he pulled back for a moment, their eyes met. Lyn understood the shift in action coming. She'd spent too much time admiring his eyes not to. Though, when he cupped her face and planted a light kiss on her forehead, she did admit she was a bit surprised. He was far from what she'd consider to be a soft person. But she couldn't deny the sense of care he was giving her now. She reached up and traced her long fingers upon his face. Words were lost to her now, but in her mind she could conjure the word: beautiful.

It wasn't just in physicality- but so much more. She adored all that he was and that was putting it simply, for her feelings seemed to intense to articulate even if she could speak right now. She trusted him, trusted that he would never hurt her and would always be there if she needed it.

He smiled down at her, before he pressed his lips against her own. What began as light pecks, turned to deep kisses. Distance between them disappeared. She ran her hands through his hair as he kissed her neck down to her breasts. Miles enjoyed listening to her tiny moans as he played with her body. He only hoped she'd be more audible when the main event began.

Taking a breather, the demon prosecutor tested the waters with a couple of fingers plunging them inside. Lyn's body jerked involuntarily. "H-hey..."

Miles chuckled as he licked a finger. "You're quite wet for me already...sweet as well."

She flushed in response. "So what?" she squeaked out.

"It means that's time to start the real festivities," he said pulling off her glasses and setting them on the stand.

"Huh? What are you doing? I can't see very well without those..."

It was exactly the point. He wanted her at her most vulnerable and obviously out of his own selfishness he wanted to fully see her expressions. "You will be focusing on what you're feeling now, mostly. Or weren't you before?" he teased.

"Stoopppppp," she whined. "I was focusing on it..."

"Good girl," the man continued to tease. "Now...I'll stop anytime, if you need to me to. Alright?"

She gulped hard. She didn't really know what to expect. "...Alright."

He kissed her one more time on the lips before adjusting himself and slowly, he began to enter.

Lyn whimpered in discomfort as she felt a strong stinging pain.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. He grabbed hold of her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. He hated the idea that he was causing her any sort of pain. "Should I stop?"

She blinked back a couple of tears and shook her head. It was pain, but a pain of the happy sort. "It's okay," she managed to smile.

"Just a bit more," he promised. He was doing his best to be gentle, but he wanted this portion over as quickly as possible. Luckily, he didn't have to gripe about it for long as he finally managed to push in deep enough. The girl, cried out again, but the worst was over.

"It's okay, it's okay now," he kissed her forehead. "I'm going to move slowly, alright?"

Lyn nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss. He placed a hand on the side of her head, holding on to her thick long hair.

To her it was crazy how close they were, at this point they had merged together as one. Even though it hurt a bit, she didn't think she'd trade this for the world. It was this type of closeness she'd always wanted to experience, but never had until now. She'd never let anyone get that close, so this was a first in more ways than one.

He broke the kiss, looking down on her, large lips slightly parted with eyes that could hypnotize anyone with a slight glance. How he wished he could go all out, but knew it'd be too much for her right now. All the same he was ready.

Carefully, he took his time starting to move. Although, slow, he noted how good it felt, her core wrapping around him. Initially, Lyn continued to wince in pain, but over time, the grimacing stopped. Boldly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he said like a petulant child.

Lyn pouted. It was just like him to taunt her when it came to the obvious desire. "...keep going. I want to feel more."

That set a fire in the prosecutor. For all the attacks she made upon his character, she should have to admit every once in awhile that he was desired. "This is music to my ears," he smirked.

He could see the dark skin merge with a shade of red. She wouldn't look at him, but her embarrassment was clear. "In fact, so much so, I want you to say it more plainly."

"W-what?"

"Say exactly what you want."

It was at this moment it felt like the cat had her tongue, chopped it out and grounded it into dust. It shouldn't have been so hard, to admit something so nice. But she was stubborn, and as much as she liked him, saying it to his face seemed like losing on some level. Yet, at the same time, she was on the cusp of something good.

It was back to her initial line of defense. "You're a jerk."

Miles wasn't dissuaded easily. "Incorrect, you have one more chance. Oh, and be sure to look directly at me this time."

Lyn took a breath, before deciding to kill her warrior spirit. She knew Miles wanted this too but he wouldn't hesitate to fuck with her, instead of fuck her in this moment. With that thought in mind as well as blurry vision, she looked directly into the usually steely gray eyes. "You're mean for doing this but..."

"Mhmm," he said as he happily anticipated her words.

"I want..." she paused, struggling to string together words. "I...I want you, alright? I want you, Miles. I've wanted this for so long. So long, I think I'm gonna die right now if you keep teasing me like this. So, please...please me. "

In a rare moment, the man revealed a toothy smile. Lyn was cute. Even as she was bending to his will, she still attempted leverage what little control she had. What they had was mutual, but it didn't hurt for to express it aloud a bit more. For someone so mouthy, she could be so tightlipped about her feelings. But to Miles it mattered little because in the end he'd always drag them from her in one way or another.

He had to hear it from her own mouth, after all this little nuisance had somehow managed to steal his focus away from something that wasn't work.

"That makes me happy to hear," he said lowly. "I will do more than please you, I'm going to enrapture you..."

He was still careful, but he picked of the pace of his movements. It was clear Lyn was feeling more pleasure than discomfort at this point. Their hips rocked together like the ebb and flow of tides at the shoreline. It had surprised her at how intuitive it all was, spending so long thinking that the act was so complicated. At the end of the day, it was really like creating a sweet harmony with someone.

With time, her moans of pleasure became louder. Miles held out control of himself getting closer to climax- he enjoyed her whimpers, when she cried his name, and when claimed her sharp nails into his back.

She found herself warm, mind fuzzier than it was before, with this growing knot in her stomach, that continued to grow with each thrust. Before she realized what was happening, her climax took hold of her body like a balloon that had been blown up until it eventually popped. She called his name and dug her nails deeper into his back than before. Miles kept on until he came soon after.

Catching his breath, he wiped a thin sheen of sweat off his forehead. That felt incredible, but more importantly, it was evident that Lyn enjoyed it. He looked at her, flushed face and trembling body in all.

"Are you alright?" he asked he kissed her cheek.

Lyn nodded with her eyes closed, in a feeble attempt to hide the tears that were streaming down her face. "I-I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Miles sighed, while he got up to dispose of the condom. She was always a handful no matter the circumstance it seemed. He laid down beside her, wiping away the tear currently rolling down her face. "You don't have to lie. Was that too much for you?"

"Shut up," she snapped still red in the face. "...Sorry. I'm fine...I'm just...really happy, ok?"

Miles was relieved. He worried he pushed her too far. He quietly laughed.

"Hey, don't laugh at me...ugh. This is so embarrassing," Lyn said as she wiped her eyes with her small hands.

"I'm not, I promise," the man said caressing her cheek. "I'm happy too."

At that notion, her body relaxed slightly, though the tremble remained. Lyn inched closer, burying her face into his chest. She wanted to stay there for a while before she was too overcome by her emotions...and the climax as well. It was pointless to Miles, though. He'd long seen through her mask, though he said nothing to show so. He determined it best to acknowledge this facet quietly to himself than saying anything. She was already vulnerable and sensitive enough as it was.

Miles held her close and ran a hand down her small back, contently stroking her as though she were some pet. His lips turned upward at the silly thought. Lyn was far more complex than a pet, yet he knew that she placed her faith in him as one would. They asked to be cherished, taken care of, and they trusted you not to hurt them. It was a pure affection animals held towards their owners.

As foolish as it sounded even in his own mind he relished the idea, that it was him who she felt this fondness for. Him who she trusted. Him who she wanted. As annoying as it had been proven to be at times, he wanted to be there for her. He wanted to protect her.

Happily basking in each other's arms, it was some time before either of them spoke.

"Hey, Miles...?" she asked in a meek sounding voice, almost unsure of herself.

"Hm?"

"That, um, was good," Lyn said.

"It was," he agreed.

"Can...can we do it again?"

Miles blinked. Did he hear that correctly? She wanted to go again? "Lyn, I don't know, your body wouldn't stop shaking earlier."

Lyn pulled her head back to look at him, pouting. "That's an excuse, you just don't have anymore stamina, you grandpa. I should have known s-since you have all that gray hair..."

The audacity of this woman! Of course, he knew that once again she was talking a big and trying to egg him on. Yet, he wouldn't deny that he'd love to go again and ...again.

"My hair color is umber, as I'll have you know," he said in response. "And your body, will not be able to handle what else I have in store."

"Then prove it," she smirked. "Show that you're not just saying it cause you're tired..."

The man turned her over on to her back and whispered into her ear. "I don't know why you taunt me like this. But I'm letting you know, that I won't hold back this time. You'll receive no mercy from me."

The girl felt his warm breath tickle her neck. She already felt turned on when he spoke like that to her. "...Then show me what you got."

And so he did.

Miles wasn't kidding. They made love until the early morning, in a much rougher fashion than before. At this point, both of them lied in bed in total exhaustion facing each other.

"Miles," Lyn whined. "You're mean."

"I warned you a number of times," he yawned. "about what I could do to you."

"Well, I bet you can't do it again..."

"Lyn, you're not even awake enough to taunt me. Go to sleep."

"Aww...okay. I'll taunt you first thing in the morning," she muttered.

He was sure that she would, though the question would be if he would even be awake to accept such teasing. On a work day at that. It was nigh unlikely he'd show up tomorrow now. But in scheme of things it didn't matter. What did matter was that he had kept his promise- he hadn't allowed Lyn to be alone for the night.

And it was certainly one promise he didn't mind keeping.