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A/N: So, the series is ending and I wrote some Nick and Niamh smut. Sounds about right. Being honest, I'm completely OKAY with Peter Moffat ending the series here. In fact, I think they jumped the shark in the middle series two. I just feel like, after series one, the programme was gained too much unnecessary drama and that they were trying too hard to replace Nick and Niamh with all these trollop-y new clerks and half-witted pupils. The writer was making trouble where it didn't need to be and pushing sob stories because, "oh the feels" then there's the whole Martha/Clive thing. I won't bash, but I will say that I do think it's being pushed because it's what the fandom wants and that I have reasons for not supporting it. Also, can everyone please pipe down? If it doesn't end the way you want, just fix it. I did, and I think I'm doing just fine. Anyway, that's my two cents, and a full, drawn-out essay on this can be found in my Deviantart Journal. (See: lostbutterflyutau).

Timeline: Early July 2013

From the moment she woke up, Niamh knew it was going to be a bad day. It had started with her hitting the snooze button one too many times, fumbling to get ready and then rushing out the door with one of Nick's Poptarts, which she managed to choke down shortly before she reached the underground station. From there, it only got worse with a late train, a difficult client, a prosecutor dragging her through the mud and finally, a missed bus, leaving her waiting in the heat next to a pupil from a rival chambers who spent the wait eyeing her like a four course meal. She rolled her eyes at him and then the door handle to her flat when her key got stuck, proceeding to scowl as she finally pulled it out and headed inside where, Nick was watching a film in his armchair.

Niamh rolled her eyes at the sight as she passed him and headed into the kitchen, dropping her belongings on the dining table before pulling out a chair and quickly ridding herself of her shoes and stockings, glancing toward her boyfriend again when she stood, eyes shining as inspiration struck. Without a second thought she marched over to him, grabbed the remote from the coffee table and shut the TV off.

"What did you do that for?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow as he tried to read his girlfriend's face, confused when he found that she showed no anger or irritation, as she usually did when she abruptly pulled him away from the telly.

"I've had a bad day," She declared as she stepped forward and climbed into his lap, wasting no time in straddling him and trapping him in place. "And you're going to fix it."

"Niamh, I…" He started to say something, but was cut off as she pulled him forward and crushed her lips to his. He tensed a moment, shocked by her persistence, but easily let it fall away as he wrapped his arms around her, resting them on her lower back as she deepened their kisses, gently nipping at his lower lip before forcing her tongue into his mouth, things quickly growing heated.

"God, Niamh," He muttered against her lips as her hands slid underneath his t-shirt. However, she soon decided that doing so was unsatisfactory and simply pulled the shirt off of him before they exchanged another kiss and he pulled at and rid her of her hair clip, his hands then going for the buttons on her blouse, scowling when they got stuck, and getting a soft laugh in response before Niamh took her lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites in her wake, stopping to worry a spot on his shoulder, knowing she'd leave a mark, pausing only to throw the garment away when he flicked open the last button.

"I love you in black and purple lace," Nick groaned as her bra became visible, his hands skimming said lace as she pressed herself closer, their lips meeting again and again while her hands moved from his hair, down his chest to his jeans. She wasted no time in unbuttoning them and slipping her hands in, smiling at both his physical reaction and the moan she got in response, soon leaning in for another kiss and letting out a gasp of her own as his hands moved from her bra, around to her back and unhooked the offending garment.

All words were lost on Niamh as he leaned in to press kisses to her breasts, soon taking one of her nipples in his mouth and relishing in the loud moan he got in response as she moved her hips against his.

He groaned at the sensation and soon found her lips on his again, letting out another moan as she took his hand and moved it back up to her breast as they kissed, his lips soon going for her neck.

Niamh let her head fall back as he kissed a path downwards, worrying her pulse point with his mouth and teeth as she moaned again, soon kissing his way back up to her lips and pulling her into a hard kiss that they battled for dominance in, their tongues sliding over each other as she ground her hips into his again.

"God…" Niamh gasped against his lips, soon kissing her way up to his ear. "I'm so wet…I can't wait much longer," She admitted, moaning when Nick slipped his hands up and under her skirt, groaning when he found her indeed wet.

He thought to slip his hand into her panties, to tease her a little, but barely had a chance to think about it as Niamh pulled away and stood to removed her skirt and underwear, kicking them aside, quickly moving to rid her boyfriend of his own trousers and underwear and then taking her place back on top of him, resolving to tease him, pressing her lips to his as she moved against him, riding him without being connected, earning a series of decent moans in response before she found that she couldn't take it anymore and finally took him, moaning at the feeling of him filling her completely.

The exchanged another deep kiss as Nick rested his hands on her hips, forcing her to move slowly as a way to punish her for how she had teased him.

Niamh groaned at his actions, moving from his lips down to his neck and then back up to his ear, gasping, "Please…Don't do this…"

"What do you want then?" He teased, his hands moving up her backside.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard," She insisted and he groaned at her response, letting her take control as she crushed her lips to his, crying out when he broke the kiss and moved back to her breasts, teasing one with his hand and the other with his mouth as she came down harder, faster, a series of soft cries and moans spilling from her lips. She then took her hands to his hair and suddenly pulled him up and into a hard, deep kiss, biting his lower lip before forcing her tongue into his mouth, gasping when she felt a familiar wave of pleasure in the pit of her stomach.

Recognising his girlfriend's expression, Nick pulled her in for another kiss and then took his lips back to her neck as he moved his hand down to where they were joined, determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible to wash away her troubles, smiling against her skin when she gave a final cry of pleasure, moaning his name as she reached her release, his following almost immediately after.

As they settled, they intertwined their hands, resting their heads against each other as the air cooled and they exchanged soft kisses.

"Feel better?" Nick asked.

"Immensely. I love you," Niamh said, kissing him again before she shifted, moving to sit across his lap.

They sat in silence for a few moments as she played with his hair, soon declaring, "I like this."

"What?"

"Us, sitting here like this. No one else, no noise. It's perfect," She said with a smile, eagerly excepting the kiss he responded with, resting her hand on his chest as they kissed again and again, one of his hands slipping unconsciously between her legs as her breath hitched.

"Oh, Nick," She gasped, her hand going for his hair again as she deepened their kiss, pulling away slightly when a knock came at the door.

"Maybe if we're quiet, they'll go away," Nick teased, resuming the kiss and stifling her moans as she arched into his touch and the knock stopped a moment, and then continued.

"Niamh?" Clive's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Oh, go away Clive," Niamh muttered in between kisses, abruptly pulling away when she realised what she had said. "Clive…Shit," she groaned.

"What's he doing here?" Nick asked.

"I'm…Ah…The junior in his trial…" Niamh replied, gasping as her boyfriend's fingers hit just the right spot. "God," She moaned.

'Can't he come back later?' Nick thought with a scowl as Niamh came undone in his arms, taking a minute to pull herself together before replying to Clive.

"Wait a minute, will you?" She snapped at his persistence as she quickly scrambled up. "Hurry up and get dressed!" She hissed to Nick as she fumbled with her own clothes. 'Oh, fuck it! I'll just change!' She thought, quickly dropping everything and running off to the bedroom, wasting no time in throwing on another bra and pants set before glancing at the closet and settling for her favourite, purple sundress. She then headed into the bathroom and ran a brush through her hair just as Nick answered the door after having thrown her discarded clothes in the shoe cupboard, figuring that he'd grab them after Clive left.

"Well, that took long enough," Clive commented as Nick let him in.

"Sorry about that," Niamh shrugged, not giving room to ask questions as she shifted subjects, "So, what's the brief?" She asked, quickly leading him to the dining table and mouthing to Nick, "later" with a wink as Clive turned around, a knowing smile on his face.