Author's note:- None episode based but there's likely to be occasional mention of events in the first few series. I love the idea of Grace being given a challenge by her peers that could make things very difficult and if a little, or in this case quite a lot, of smut can get thrown in it can only make it better! Rated for adult themes, sexual content and all the usual stuff. I own nothing.

Ladies who Lunch Ch2/?

Looking around her living room Grace smiled lighting the scented candle on the fireplace and throwing another log on the fire she'd lit when she got home. She'd gone from completely dejected about the task ahead of her to actually looking forward to spending the evening with two of her favourite people. It had been too long since she'd had the sort of girl's night they had planned. She knew there was a chance there'd be a little awkwardness in the beginning but between the booze they were bringing and what she'd already put in the fridge she was confident before long they'd all be relaxed and having a good time. She'd get some of the information she needed and they'd all enjoy themselves too.

Climbing the stairs to change she ignored the whispering alarm bell that had been quietly going off in the back of her mind since the girls had organised the evening. This wasn't going to be normal research. Normally she'd question, observe, take notes but not participate herself. Tonight she'd have to discuss the same parts of her life that Frankie and Mel were going to. It was only fair. She wouldn't have it any other way but that was when things to get a little...no make that a lot more dangerous.

"You can do this Grace, you've been doing it successfully for years now, since practically day one and none of them have noticed." She sighed looking at herself in the mirror in soft cotton lounge pants and matching jacket with a plain strappy vest she'd changed into. "Yeah doctor but you've never sat and discussed your sexual fantasies with them, never talk about what you do in this very room with images of their boss doing indecent things to you running through your head."

She'd long ago resigned herself to being hopelessly in love with Peter Boyd. She'd long ago resigned herself to the fact when the inevitable lust that came with that love got too much she'd indulge in the rich fantasy life she'd created with him as it's star. She'd imagined everything from him making slow passionate love to her to him finally losing his temper completely with her and pinning her to her office wall fucking her like she'd never been fucked before in her life. Since practically the first day she'd met him she'd fantasised about no one else. When she came it was his name she screamed, his face she saw, his body entwined with hers and him buried deep inside her. Even thinking about it was starting the same tingling ache and flood of moisture between her thighs. Glancing at the clock she debated only for a second once she'd established she had time. The evening was going to be risky she knew that but if she'd had her release before they started it would surely lessen the chances of her getting carried away and saying something she shouldn't. At least, as she lay on top of the bed closing her eyes and once again giving up to images of him, that was the excuse she was sticking to.

"Grace? Grace what the hell is this?"He's storming through my office door waving the single sheet of paper I left on his desk less than an hour ago.

"What do you think it is? I've had enough Boyd. Enough of feeling like you have zero respect for me both professionally and personally. This case was the last straw. I knew I was right, you knew I was right and guess what I was right but you were too damn pigheaded to listen." I'm shouting so loudly that it's a blessing the others have all already left for the night and the way my chest is tightening as I try to make him understand is painful. I can't stay here and be undermined by him just because I need to be near him.

"So we disagreed over a case now you're leaving? Walking out on the unit, on the team, on..."

"On what Boyd because as far as I can see you think you can do this on your own so yes I'm leaving. You don't need me, you don't respect me, half times I don't even think you like me. I'm an inconvenience you put up with because the home office knows the value of profiling even if you don't." I'm up from my desk now standing in front of him and years of frustration is pouring out of me in a torrent I can't and don't want to stop. "I don't know why I stayed this long you've never..."

"That's really what you think? That I don't respect you? That I don't want you here?" He's shouting back just as loud as he closes in on me and for a split second I feel a spark of fear at the fiery intensity I can see in his eyes. God I love him, I need him, I want him and right now those feelings are making me hate him even more.

"Yes its exactly what I think and I can't do this anymore. You're a self-centred, inconsiderate stubborn bastard Boyd and I've had enough of being the one you..." Oh god he's looking at me now like he can't decide if he wants to tell me to go screw myself or beg me to stay but that fire I was talking about is only getting hotter.

"Shut up Grace,"

"No! Why would I? Because you don't like what I'm saying? Well here a news flash for you I don't have to care if you like it or not I'm telling you how it..."

"Grace I'm warning you shut up or I won't be responsible for my actions!" Seriously? Is he actually threatening me? I can't believe this I really can't and if he thinks for a second that I'm scared of him or intimidated by him then he can think a-bloody-gain. I've actually scoffed at him and if it was possible to see someone's reserve snap I'm pretty sure I just did.

"What are you going to do Boyd? What actions will you not responsible for? Are you going to hit me? Tell me exactly how much you hate me? Well I've..." Shit I might actually be in real trouble here he's backed me toward the desk before kissing me with a passion that's verging on violent. My mind is racing trying to work out what the hell is going on but my body doesn't give a damn about explanations. It's reacting to him in a way it never has to any other man before. I'm kissing him back with the same passion he's kissing me as he finally breaks contact but doesn't move even an inch as he stares into my eyes.

"You know for a brilliant woman you can be completely blind at times." I've opened my mouth to ask for an explanation but he's stopped me with a single look. "For once in all the time I've known you Grace don't analyse, don't speak unless it's to tell me to stop because if you don't I will show you exactly what actions I won't be responsible for."

"Don't stop." The words have left my mouth before I even realised I'd thought them but it's all he's needed and his lips, his hands, are everywhere. Clothes are being shed at an alarming rate as he backs me toward the sofa in the corner of my office. Without realising it I'm giving as good as I get. Years of pent up frustration are exploding between us and I've no idea what has changed. I don't care what's changed. I want him and he clearly wants me as much.

"You're stunning, even more beautiful than I imagined you'd be," The words have fallen from his lips as we fall naked onto the sofa and I want to question him. For all he tells me not to analyse I can't help it. It's what I do, how I make sense of the world around me. My hands are once again ignoring the protests of my mind though and are taking on a life of their own. They're making a map of his body as my brain screams for explanation, for meaning.

"Peter what..."

"Just feel Grace and you'll know." He's gently but firmly thrust into me as he speaks and I'm lost.

"Oh god yes..." Now every part of me is working on instinct including my voice as he kisses me starting to move hard and deep inside me. One elbow balances him above me while his free hand explores my breast and his eyes lock with mine.

"Don't even doubt how important you are to me." The words are laced with husky desire as he pushes me closer and closer to climax with each thrust. "You are the reason I'm still here, you are the reason I get up every day and come into this building. You are my world Doctor Grace Foley you..."

His words are failing as his pace picks up and I'm now hurtling toward oblivion faster than I have with any other lover. Maybe it's because this has been years in the making or maybe it's because he's as amazing a lover as I always dreamed he would be. Whatever the reason it's happening and the moans and cries I'm making are surprising me but clearly spurring him on.

"Don't stop Peter please...oh god it feels so good...harder please...take me harder..." His eyes are fused with mine as he does what I ask and I feel him fill me so completely that I realise this is the feeling I've waited my entire life for. God I'm so close...

"I'll give you anything, do anything for you Grace if you promise me one thing." I can't believe he is able to still speak but I've managed to nod and he's picked up speed slamming into me driving me closer and closer. My release is within touching distance as he speaks again. "Don't ever leave me."

With those four words I'm lost my body shattering in his arms his name punctuating the screams I can't hold back.

"God Peter Boyd if you are actually even half as good as I think you are you'd be bloody amazing." Grace muttered her eyes still closed as waves of pleasure lapped at the edges of her consciousness. Resisting the urge to simply curl up and give up to the sleepy contentment imagining being with him always gave her she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. It didn't take any of her qualifications or years of experience to know why that particular fantasy was guaranteed to get her there quickly if time was short. They weren't required either to tell her that the reasons the plea not to leave her was what inevitably triggered her climax was that she desperately wanted him to want her to need her like she did him. In the beginning she'd felt guilty about using him for her own pleasure but that time had passed. She was now resigned to what she was and how she felt where he was concerned.

"Pull yourself together Grace. The girls will be here any minute and you need to look less like you have just cum so hard you're still shaking while imagining being screwed senseless by their boss." She muttered getting off the bed to get ready for the evening that she now had a little more confidence wouldn't blow her love and lusted filled cover completely.