Sally had to leave after the cookies were ingested. She did seem a little reluctant though, better than the completely and utter disgust shown by Ellie, the waitress. Christian was pleased with himself. The sort of deep, all encompassing self pleasure that you really can't get by yourself. Anastasia's soft, sleeping hand lay cradled on his thigh. He could not understand how, even in her sleep, she was able to bring such undulating pleasure to his entire being just with the touch of her hand.

It took all his strength to let her continue sleeping. It was the last session of the trial tomorrow, or today depending how you looked at it, and Casey's case would finally be off her mind. He would once again have her all to himself. Completely at his hand's desire. Completely. He let out what he believed to be the longest, heartiest sigh he had ever known himself to release and closed his eyes once more. Letting his mind wander down to where her hand rested.

She already had three missed calls from Casey when she checked her phone. For god's sake its seven in the morning the judge wouldn't have even gotten up by now I can't make any difference at this time of day, she thought bitterly. She was well aware this man was no where near being out of her life, but there was nothing she could do now, she was able to simply dread the reading of the verdict and distract herself in the only way she knew she could.

She rolled on top of his sleeping body. His torso lay like a trail for her mouth to follow. Down, down the garden path to the place where Christian kept the tools he only let her play with.

His body awoke suddenly, with a sort of electrifying force that flowed generously from his limbs to hers. The energy soared through her, so much so that she almost took off from the mattress, or was that just Christian lifting her with his driving desire...

The bleeting noise of her alarm sent the atmosphere fizzling down to a low buzz of cheekiness. She bounced to her feet, the pleasure of her night carrying her mood miles above the earth. Her mood was not quite the only thing being lifted by the events of the past twelve hours.

Christian lay back, watching her curves as they danced, this way and that, while she searched for her clothes. She was a dream, all of her. He just wanted to sleep all day, thinking of her, and wake all night, being on her.

Anastasia felt as though she had not been inside the courtroom for weeks. Each night, as they got more and more delicious, warped time, seeming to take up all her life as she longed for them to. But real life did not want her to have this dream. Mr Casey was just sitting in his chair, his self-interest blowing like a gust of wind from his folded arms. Anastasia prickled at the thought of him, sitting in his grand mansion, surrounded by people he had absolutely no intellectual desire for, smiling to himself at the power he held of his silly little lawyer. She resented this power but she knew it was just a little too late to tell him to get a different lawyer.

She sighed, bottling this anger inside of her to release during her closing speech. I only have to sit through a few more hours of this, she noted.

"John Wolfric Casey, I sentence you with a fine of five-hundred thousand dollars and a three year good behavior bond with a three-year confinement to the country."

The words were the strangest mix of gratifying and unwelcome to Anastasia's ears. The look on Casey's face at the verdict was about as dissatisfied as she had expected. The court was dismissed. Casey turned to her. Well here come the guns, she sighed apprehensively.

"Well I guess this is good-bye." She did her best to smile.

"Oh what a fantastic going away present, I am oh so grateful." The warmth in his voice was so genuine she almost fell for it.

"Look, Casey," she began, "there was nothing I could do to change your crime. Fraud is a difficult thing to argue someone out of."

"Oh I know." His smile was unnerving. "Just make sure you lock your doors at night is all I'm saying. Maybe during the day as well. You never know who might be waiting to come and say hello."

She watched his figure glide away across the room. She could almost hear her heart beat more clearly than the sound of Christian's voice as he called to her from the doorway. It took her a while to process the message that Christian was trying to get to her.

"Ana, I have a very good idea to make you feel more than better."

Even that sentence did not excite her as much as it should have. Only the faintest tingle of desire darted from side to side inside her. She made herself turn and walk with him. She could see his car from a window and was grateful to how close it appeared.

Just the touch of his hand to her thigh as he did her seat belt up was suddenly enough to wake her from her trance. "Why, oh why does society make it so difficult to relieve stress in public places." She sighed rhetorically, grabbing hold of him through his trousers.

"Well hello to you to." He grinned and climbed atop her, slamming the door in his wake.

Their cramped bodies interacted in a way Christian had no know them to. Anastasia's skin burned with an energy that surpassed her normal powers. It was like wrestling with a superhero. A super hero who's power was to satisfy you in the most pleasurable, perfect way imaginable.

"That Casey was holding you back before." Christian was so mind boggled by her performance that he could do nothing more than recite blunt, obvious facts.

Anastasia laid her head back on a cushion, her porcelain décolletage spreading before his eyes. She hummed softly, Christian felt the vibrations from the sound run down her chest into the palm of his hand. There was something big on her mind, something that he intended to seek and destroy. Along with various parts of her intimate self.

It's just empty words, she tried to reassure herself, he was just blowing off steam after hearing his verdict. She really did do her best to believe that. Her very best.