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Diane groaned as a sharp sound shook her from her sleep. Slowly, she shifted from her back to her stomach, her muscles protesting in the most delicious way; she was stiff, pleasantly, gloriously stiff; her body aching for a reason she couldn't bring herself to regret. With another whine of exhaustion, she contemplated letting the annoying ringing continue, knowing that eventually it would stop, but the lawyer in her eventually won out, it could be an emergency. 

Her hand bounced awkwardly along the bedside table, smacking down on the smooth wood until she finally stumbled across the buzzing mobile. Moaning, she shifted onto her back again, hitting the button in a practiced move and bringing the phone to her ear. 

“Hello?” she grumbled out in irritation, her voice deep and hoarse with slumber. Her head had settled comfortably back into the pillows, eyes still closed as she tried to grasp onto the fraying strings of unconsciousness.   

“Diane?” A bright and wide-awake voice questioned and Diane groaned in annoyance, the chipper tone of the voice frustrating her even further.  

“Will?” she murmured in a tired groan, her brow furrowing furiously. “What have I told you about calling me before the sun is up?” she whined out, rolling over once more, pulling the duvet up to cover her head before snuggling back into the sheets. “Unless it's an emergency and you need my help coyote-uglying your latest conquest, you have to wait until daylight! You can’t just call me!”

Burrowing down deeper, she shivered slightly, breathing in the scent that surrounded her. The sheets smelled of Kurt and the previous night, a musky mix of his delicious, manly scent and her perfume. Her stomach flipped slightly as her imagination took her back to the evening's activities, her body humming in response. Kurt had nailed the opening statements and charmed the jury all while Diane squirmed in her seat, desperate for the day to end. 

Something about watching him work up close was beyond exhilarating. Perhaps it was the hormones or the endorphins from the copious amounts of sex they’d been having, or her seemingly insatiable desire for him, perhaps even a combination of all those things, all she knew was as she sat there, lace panties drenched, she had to have him, again and again.

When the judge finally announced the end of the day, Kurt had been adamant that they celebrate with dinner, he’d hailed them a cab which had been a mistake because as soon as they were relatively alone without the prying eyes of the courtroom, she’d pounced, kissing him wildly as she felt him up with little care for the cab driver. They’d never made it to dinner, instead she’d ended up naked on the hotel floor, giggling hysterically as room service informed them that the kitchen was closed at two in the morning. Not that either one of them had minded all that much. 

“I didn’t call you,” Will’s voice trickled through the phone, breaking Diane from her reverie.

“What?” she snapped in annoyance, not in the mood to play games with him this early in the morning. Her eyes were still tightly shut, in the vain hope that keeping the light out would somehow preserve her sleepiness.

“I said,” he began simply. “I didn’t call you.” 

“Oh really?” she retorted with a snort, exaggerated sarcasm dripping from her lips. “And I suppose this is just some really lifelike dream then?” 

“Diane, I phoned Kurt.” Will replied steadily, not sounding amused by her sass as she’d expected. 

“You phoned Kurt?” she repeated dumbly, her brow furrowing deeply as she opened her eyes again.

“Yeah, and you picked up?” he told her and Diane felt her heart sink suddenly, her whole body alit with a hot feeling of panic. Her eyes flew open, all thoughts of sleep disappearing in an instant, her heart suddenly racing with adrenaline.  

“What?” she asked, her voice calm and steady in contrast to the way her heartbeat was thundering in her ears. 

“I called Kurt,” he repeated again, with a dangerous edge to his tone, his confusion evident.    

Diane sat straight up, the bedding falling to her waist as she dragged the phone away from her ear to inspect it. Glancing at the black device it wasn’t hard for her to see it didn’t belong to her. The buttons on her mobile were worn after years of being tireless tapped at, and there was a small crack in the left corner from the night she’d hurled it at the wall in frustration, yet the cell in her hand was practically pristine; not a scratch or dent on it. 


She was caught, they were caught. 

Fuck fuck fuck!

“Shit,” she cursed out loud, her hand shaking slightly as she brought the phone back to her ear warily, her eyes slipping closed as she prayed to whatever deity may help. 

“Diane,” Will began in a tone she couldn’t quite decipher, an almost suggestive, smug tone. “Why exactly are you answering Kurt’s phone at six in the morning?” 

She knew he was teasing her, mocking her almost, but years of knowing him had taught her to hear the underlying suspicion and accusation in his joking voice. She knew what he was implying and from that tone, she knew he wasn’t happy about even the suggestion of her and Kurt together. She could hear the nasty edge to his voice and knew him well enough to know he was shuffling her toward a fight.

Diane knew in that precise moment, she couldn’t tell him about her and Kurt, couldn’t tell him about the monumental shift in their relationship. She’d been flirting with the idea for the last few days ever since she’d given into her attraction, she wanted to tell Will, but something had held her back, call it instinct or perhaps women’s intuition, whatever it was she was suddenly overwhelmingly glad she hadn’t said anything to Will. She could imagine how he’d take it, she’d be a hypocrite to him. After she spent so long chastising him for sleeping with a colleague, here she was doing the exact same thing; she’d be just as bad.

Her mind was spinning with that startling realisation and with the desperate need to keep this thing between Kurt and herself from Will. Her blood was boiling in her veins, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, her only option was to lie, lie and deny.

“Oh,” she snarled back meanly. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” She forced out her remark with as much bravado as she could manage, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt. “We, uh, we must have accidentally switched cells last night when we were prepping.” 

Her heart thundered against her ribcage as she waited to see if her lie had been believable, hell, it had sounded ridiculous even to her ears, but it was her only hope at this point. Lie and deny.  

“You know how all these phones look alike.” she added after a nervous moment of silence, anxiously chewing on her bottom lip as she awaited his reply. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, her whole body rigid with fear and if she were being honest, a little shame. Despite the stereotypes that went with her chosen career, Diane didn’t like lying, and certainly not to her friend. The quiet on the other side of the line seemed to be endless, the lump in her throat growing with each passing second. 

Finally, after a desperately long silence, Will’s low chuckle filled her ears. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but for some reason it comforted her slightly. If he was laughing it couldn’t be that bad, right?

“Oh,” Will started in an exaggerated tone. “Do I detect a hint of remorse?” he continued in jest, his smile apparent even through the phone. Diane let out a breath, her eyes falling closed as she felt a little of the tension leave her body. 

“Will-” she replied softly, in a sigh of pure relief that he misheard as exasperation.

“Hey!” he began boisterously. “You were the one who pushed for all the partners to get the same blackberry, I told you it would be an issue!” 

Diane held her hand over her mouth to keep back a groan of pure gratefulness, her smile hidden as she relaxed and allowed her body to fall back into the pillows of the bed. 

God, she had never been so thrilled at a man’s inability to catch on. Most of the time she found it frustrating beyond belief that men could be so oblivious, but today, today she was thanking biology for that formally annoying trait.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” she began sarcastically, playing along in a way she knew he’d interpret incorrectly. “You were right, okay, you’re a genius!” 

“Such flattery!” Will started in a jolly and boyish tone. “And so early in the morning! Careful Diane, you’re gonna get me all hot!” he finished in a tease, his grin wide and smug, even though she couldn’t see it, she was beyond sure it was there.

“Oh, grow up,” she hissed back at him, secretly grinning like an idiot; thankful to have diverted his attention so successfully. 

As ridiculous as it was, she felt like he could see her. Naked tangled up in the sheets she and Kurt had spent the previous night fucking in. She felt as if he could see her disheveled hair and the bruises on her thighs. She felt as if he could hear in her voice just how loudly Kurt McVeigh had had her screaming, and if she could divert his attention from her for even one second it would be worth it - even if she had to make herself the fool to do it.

“Never!” he replied childishly, with the pride of Peter Pan himself. He laughed loudly as he heard her scoff through the cell.

“I’m hanging up now,” Diane warned with a slight smirk tugging at her lips. 

“I’ll call you later,” he promised.   

“Please don’t,” she replied dryly, her lips quirked into a smug smile.  

“I love you, Diane,” he sing-songed in a voice that had her rolling her eyes. “I honestly love you…” he continued quoting the old Olivia Newton John song.   

“I could honestly kill you,” she snapped back, thick sarcasm laced into her words. Will laughed again.

“I’ll call later,” he repeated.

“After sunrise,” she warned in a stern tone. 

“We’ll see,” he replied in a similar tone, the click of him hanging up signaling the end of the conversation before she had the chance to reprimand him.

Fuck!” she groaned exasperated, letting the mobile in her hand fall to the bedsheets. “Shit,” she cursed again, dragging her fingers through her hair as she stared up at the intricate ceiling, her mind spiraling out of control. 

That was close, too close. What the hell was she doing? 

Before she had the chance to process any further, the door to the bathroom clicked and opened, revealing the very root of her current dilemma. 

“Thought I heard your voice,” Kurt smiled, exiting the room in a cloud of steam. 

Diane felt her entire body throb at the sight, Kurt McVeigh, damp from a hot shower, his hair slicked back and a white towel slung dangerously low around his hips. She licked her lips, taking a steadying breath as she watched him approach the bed, his green eyes reflecting the same hunger as hers. “Who were you talking to so early?”

“Will,” she replied, not trusting herself to form a longer sentence. All thoughts other than the wet, half-naked man in front of her, had conveniently vanished from her mind. Kurt frowned slightly, cocking his head to the side as he drew his fingers through his damp hair.

“Will called you at six in the morning?” he questioned in surprise.

“No,” Diane began slowly, her body unwillingly reacting to his presence. “Will called you at six in the morning. I answered your phone.” Kurt nodded at that, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, strangely happy Will hadn’t been calling Diane so early in the morning.

“Those damn strawberry things all look the same,” he said with another shrug, his tanned skin glistening from his shower. Diane licked her lips again, her mouth suddenly dry as she watched a droplet of water snake down his chest, over his abdomen and then into the low hung towel he was using to cover himself.

“Uh, yeah,” she replied distractedly, blinking herself out of her daydream of following that water drop with her mouth. “Still, I should have checked before I answered.”

“Worried Will is going to find out about us?” he joked smoothly but Diane felt her entire body tense, her face draining of all colour. Us, they were an ‘us’, Holy Shit. 

Kurt watched her reaction carefully, his eyes thinning as he saw the panic eclipse her expression. She didn’t want Will to know about this, whatever this was. He waited patiently for her to say something, say anything, but the proverbial cat had her tongue. 

Finally, after a very awkward moment, Diane swallowed the lump in her throat, squaring her shoulders slightly, forcing herself to speak.

“Maybe,” she whispered truthfully, her eyes wide and fearful as they met his. 

Kurt nodded slowly, taking in her honesty. He’d assumed she wouldn’t want anyone to find out but, he hadn’t been sure Will was just anyone. In a bold move he decided to clear the awkwardness in the air by changing the topic.

“So, um,” he began, looking away from her and toward the windows. “Since you’re up already, want to order some breakfast?” Diane relaxed slightly, grateful for the distraction. She wasn’t sure they were ready to have that particular conversation yet, or at all, a small voice in her head added. Jumping on the chance to move away from the idea of them seriously talking about whatever this was, she made a face.

“Oh, God no!” she began with a screwed up sneer. “I can’t eat this early,” Kurt almost laughed at her incredulity, leave it to this woman to have an opinion on the time for breakfast. “Why?” she suddenly added, cocking her head to the side. “Are you hungry?”

Truth be told she couldn’t remember the last time they’d eaten properly, they’d come straight back to the hotel room after court yesterday and hadn’t left the bed since... 

“Oh, I’m starving,” he replied in a sexy growl, his words dripping with seduction and innuendo. 

Diane felt her body tingle to life, her heart speeding up. Jesus Christ. Before she could stop herself, she let out a small giggle, a knee-jerk reaction to an unfamiliar feeling. She suddenly bit into her bottom lip, silencing her chuckles, her face still alight with joyful amusement. He made her feel so silly, so young and so free .

“I guess I’ll just file that one under lines that don’t work?” he laughed out awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous habit, just a little jaded that his smooth innuendo hadn’t won her over. 

“Oh, no, it’s not that…” she began, still stifling another laugh. She didn’t want to tell him what had really happened, that she’d actually felt her stomach clench and flutter, like a fucking schoolgirl with butterflies. Her whole body hummed with the insinuation, but she couldn’t risk him knowing what his deep, gruff voice and a naughty tone of suggestion did to her. “The line worked,” she continued, blushing a vibrant pink. “It did, and it was sexy as hell, it’s just, I’m just still waking up is all,” she finally managed, if a little awkwardly. 

Kurt beamed at that, his eyes shining brightly with a pride she hadn’t expected. He was trying to impress her, she realised, he was trying to woo her, and the thought made her heart pound. As if he hadn’t already, as if he had a reason to, as if she wasn’t naked in his bed at that very moment.

“So, that’s a no on breakfast then?” he redirected their conversation again, moving on from his small triumph, his eyes bright and smirk lazy. 

“Well, I can’t eat this early,” she paused, throwing him a seductive grin as she slowly dragged the sheets she was tangled in upward, exposing her ankles, her knees, her thighs… “But if you really are starving… ” she flirted lowly, biting her bottom lip as she watched his expression change. Two could play at that game, she thought smugly.

“Fuck,” he swore, his mouth gapping slightly as his eyes drew up the deliciously smooth skin of her legs.

Diane smirked as his eyes blackened with desire, watching closely as he stumbled the last few steps toward the bed. She bit into her bottom lip sexily, her feet planted firmly on the mattress as she crudely opened her legs to his gaze, all thoughts on her phone conversation completely disappearing.

“Come and get me, Mr. McVeigh.” 




Diane rolled onto her side, stretching out like a lithe cat, her smile easy and bright as she blinked open her blue eyes.

“Why is it that, whenever I wake up, you’re not in bed with me?” she murmured in a low, sexy rasp.

Kurt chuckled at that, putting down his pen and removing his glasses as he glanced up at her with a dashing smirk. He leaned back in his chair, rolling his neck in a stretch as his smiling eyes met hers.

“Well,” he began almost smugly. “At least one of us needs to be working,”

Diane’s eyes widened at that, her mouth falling open in delightfully amused expression.  

"Excuse me!” she giggled out, sitting up in the bed, her messy hair tickling her bare shoulders. “I reject the insinuation that it’s you! I’ll have you know I work very hard." 

"Oh, I know how you were working on something hard earlier," he replied in a low, dirty rumble, his eyebrows bouncing suggestively as he shot her a smugly exaggerated glance.

"Huh!" Diane exclaimed in a loud shriek of a laugh, something completely different from her low trademark chuckle, something pure and unguarded, something that made her face light up with surprise.

"What?" he frowned, cocking his head to the side in a relaxed smirk that could easily melt her heart. 

"No, it’s just,” she laughed bewilderedly, her smile wide and genuine. “That was quite funny. I didn’t expect you to be funny." 

Kurt’s eyebrows bounced up at that, his dimples popping out in a teasing smirk.

"Just because I talk slow doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” he replied in a thickly exaggerated southern accent, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know how to joke."

"Of course, it’s just-" Diane shook her head, still grinning, almost giggling at how silly she felt. 


“I like a man who can make me laugh is all,” she told him with a hint of shyness, her surprise at the honesty of her own confession showing clearly on her face. Kurt shot her a winning grin, his eyes dark as they traced her face. She could tell her comment had pleased him, and if she was being truthful, sharing that little insight had felt strangely good for her too, intimate even.

“Don’t find that in your CEOs?” he joked, breaking the slight tension that had settled among them. Diane giggled again, biting into her bottom lip as she shook her head in a carefree amusement.

“Oddly no, not many are big on having a sense of humor,” she told him.

“Shocking,” he replied, his response laced in sarcasm and feigned disbelief.

“Really incredible with mergers and acquisitions though,” she added with a sassy smirk and Kurt shook his head, chuckling lowly.

“Sexy,” he remarked.

“Sometimes,” she teased, licking her lips as her eyes fell to his grinning mouth.

“Does it turn you on?” he retorted, not missing a beat as he stood and moved toward her, climbing onto the bed and straddling her - effectively trapping her beneath him in one smooth move. Diane bit into her bottom lip, staring up at him with wide, mischievous blue eyes.

“What do you think?” she whispered back, her hands running up and down his thighs that sat on either side of her body, flirting with the material of his boxers. 

“I think you like being the boss, and while a CEO may dress well and talk with the same fancy words as you do, I think you know he’s never gonna give you what you need,” he said in a pointed tone, no malice or teasing, just honest word that they both knew were absolutely true.

“And what’s that?” she queried, almost breathless as he dipped down and kissed her collarbone, her eyelids fluttering closed as she arched up into him.  

“A good hard fu-”




“So, are you coming back to bed?” Diane asked, sitting up amongst the soft cotton sheets, held delicately to her chest by her hand. Kurt shook his head with a snort, glancing over his shoulder at the woman in his bed.

“You’re insatiable,” he told her in awe.

“You got a problem with that?” she laughed, arching her eyebrow pointedly.

“Diane, we’ve barely left the room,”

“What are you talking about, we’ve been in court all week,” she tried but her smile gave her away. He was right, besides popping in an out of court, they’d hardly left the room. They’d eaten all their meals in here, amongst other activities, and only left the bed to shower... together… which of course had led them back to the bed. It was a viciously, dirty circle that both were more than happy to repeat. 

Kurt shot her a look, his eyes twinkling and mouth curled into a smirk, she wasn’t sure she’d always been able to read his mind like this, she certainly didn’t feel like she could a month ago, but now, after a week of intense intimacy, all he had to do with quirk an eyebrow and his meaning was clear.

“Okay fine,” she caved, agreeing with him reluctantly. “We haven’t left the room, but it’s not like you were complaining.”

“Oh I’m not complaining, believe me, “ he implored earnestly, his eyes tracing the defined lines of her collarbone and then, much lower as the material of the sheet that she held to her breasts shifted slightly, almost giving him an eyeful, but not quite. Diane cocked her head, smirking as she followed his gaze; men were so predictable sometimes.

“Kurt?” she called in a teasing tone.

“Yeah?” he replied too quickly, his eyes still distractedly staring at her chest, willing the soft cotton sheet to slip a little further.

“My eyes are up here,” she told him with a smug tweak of a smile. Kurt’s gaze shot up, his cheeks tingeing the lightest shade of pink. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, having the decency to look ashamed. 

“Don’t be,” Diane purred. “I like you looking at me.” Kurt cast her a curious look, as if to ask why she even bothered to chastise him if she liked him looking so much. “It’s just fun to tease you,” she clarified, biting her bottom lip in amusement. 

Kurt let out a short laugh, rolling his eyes as he sauntered over to her. Diane shifted onto her knees, meeting him at the edge of the bed. Kurt’s hands grasped her hips, tugging her forward as he pressed a delicate kiss to the skin beneath her ear. Diane shuddered, the material she’d been holding to her chest falling to the bed as her eyelids fluttered. Kurt let his teeth lightly pinch the sensitive skin of her throat drawing a desperate moan for her wanton lips. Her body swayed toward him, her hands reaching out to grasp his shoulders and steady herself. 

“Diane?” he rasped lowly and Diane felt her entire body flood with heat, her sex throbbing in anticipation of where this little interaction would lead. It wasn’t hard for her to imagine, since they’d gotten together, they could barely go ten minutes alone in each other's company without getting naked. It was hot and sexy and such a delicious way to blow off steam.   

“Uh-huh?” she mumbled, breathing heavily already, her eyes drooping with desire. There was a long pause and when Kurt said nothing further, Diane was eventually forced to open her eyes.

Her orbs met a naughtier, jade-coloured gaze, which promptly and pointedly dropped to her now bare chest. Diane threw her head back in an infectious laugh, rolling her eyes in amusement. Kurt laughed along with her, rubbing his thumbs in smooth circles against her prominent hip bones. 

“Seriously, though,” he began. “As much as I’ve enjoyed all the hot sex, and I really have enjoyed it, I do think it may be good to eat something besides room service.”

“You may have a point,” she agreed reluctantly, her hands framing his cheeks and dragging his mouth to hers for a deep kiss, her body pressing into his tightly.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled in satisfaction as he pulled back from their embrace. “Dinner?” he suggested. 

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. McVeigh?” she joked with a glowing smirk.

“What if I am?”

“Well, if I say yes, you should know that girl code mandates that I don’t sleep with a man until at least the third date,” she told him primly, 

“Oh,” Kurt hummed thoughtfully, his tone playful. “Well, that changes everything.”

“Does it?” she giggled, dragging him on top of her as she fell back into the mattress.

“Yes, we’ll just have to work around that!”

“Oh?” she smirked up at him. “How so?”

“What does girl code say about sex before the date?” Diane cackled at that, partly amused that the words ‘girl code’ had slipped from his mouth and partly thrilled that he’d found a playful work around. She giggled loudly throwing her head back into the pillows as he chuckled into the dip of her collarbone. 

“I can’t seem to recall,” she replied airly, her eyes dark with desire as his hands traced over her breasts, her stomach, and then finally settled onto her hips. 

“Hmm,” he remarked pensively, cocking his head to the side as his right hand drew invisible lines up the inside of her thigh. 

“Kurt,” Diane groaned, as he teased her, dipping one finger into her heat, her whole body arching into his hand. She was wet, whether from their banter or simply left over from their last go around, he couldn’t tell, but frankly, he didn’t really care either way, as long as she kept moaning. “Another?” she pleaded, thrusting her hips into his touch. Kurt smirked watching as her face contorted in pleasure, her fingers clenching in the sheets at her side.

He’d never admit it out loud, but it was a thrill, watching Diane Lockhart beg him, watching her poise slip away as he twisted two digits into her, over and over. It was a turn on feeling her react so quickly to his touch - he’d barely done anything and already he could tell she was close. 

He set a slow, almost casual rhythm, his fingers thrusting deeply but with practically no speed at all, torture some might call it, heaven to others. He moved the digits dexterously, feeling her grow wetter and wetter with each movement, her clit begging for attention that he refused.

Diane gasped and growled, her body thrusting up off the mattress desperately. She knew he was purposely avoiding touching her clit directly, making her wait, and had she not been so wanton she’d probably have enjoyed the little game, but she was too far gone this time.

Her manicured fingers left the distressed sheets and slid down her abdomen, moving directly to her heat and pressing down hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her skull at the sensation, her lips spreading into a grin as she worked herself in time with his still thrusting fingers.   

Kurt felt himself harden at the sight. Some men may be offended that she’d taken matters into her own hands, as it were, but he couldn’t help but feel aroused. Diane took her pleasure the way she did everything else in life - on her own terms. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, what she liked and she took it, by any means necessary. A feat that Kurt found ridiculously attractive.  

“Kurt, I’m close,” she suddenly hissed, breaking her partner from his thoughts, his eyes dropping to her face as he finally, finally sped up his casual thrusting.   

“Look at me,” he begged, just as breathless as she was. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to watch the spark in her eyes as she came, wanted to see her face transform with pure ecstasy. He wanted to know her like this, see her in a light that few were lucky enough to get a glimpse of.

Diane blinked open her ocean blue eyes, staring up at him without missing a beat. Kurt smirked down at her, and she felt her cheeks flush even further, her lips morphing into an ‘O’ shape as he shoved his fingers deep into her, his body rock hard against her hip.

“Yes,” she shrieked, trying to keep her eyes open for as long as she could manage, wanting to please him by keeping their intense eye contact. Her body twitched and shook as she orgasmed, her eyes finally slipping shut as she rutted up against him. Kurt smiled smugly, his thumb pushing aside her fingers to rub her clit and prolong her pleasure.

“Stop, please,” she gasped after she could take no more, her fingernails digging into his wrist to halt his ministrations. Kurt chuckled, moving his hand away from her. Diane whined, wincing as he withdrew his fingers from her, her body feeling another shock run through it as he sucked those same fingers clean. 

“You taste good,” he told her plainly, his eyes twinkling with a smugness she couldn’t fault. He should feel smug, he was exceptionally incredible at that. 




“We’ll be okay as long as you do the questioning,” Kurt said, before taking a mouthful of his Chinese food. Diane frowned at that, using her serviette to dab at her mouth.

“Why would you say that?” she asked.

“Because the judge likes you,” he replied simply, shrugging casually as he stole a spring roll from her plate. Diane smacked the back of his hand lightly, chastising him half-heartedly.

“He’s just being polite,” she replied, twirling her chopsticks distractingly.

“He wants to get you into bed,” he snapped back, his eyebrows wagging suggestively. Diane let out a scoff of a laugh, throwing her head back and exposing the long length of her throat to his hungry gaze. She looked bloody sexy sitting cross legged on the floor of her hotel room in nothing more than his plaid shirt, her lipstick smudged and hair in disarray from his tugging.

“He’s impartial,” she insisted primly and Kurt snorted out a laugh. 

“He impartially wants to see you naked,” he snarked back.  

“He’s just being friendly,” she continued, ignoring his insinuations with a roll of her eyes.

“He’s flirting with you.” 

“He is not!” she replied indignantly, her surprise at his remark showing in her eyes. “And is that a hint of jealousy I detect?”

Kurt snorted at that, shaking his head.

“Not at all,” he said, but she could tell even he didn’t believe his own words. There was a hint of jealously, more than a hint actually, and they both didn't want to think too heavily on the reasons behind the big, green monster. “I’m merely pointing out that we can use his lust to our advantage,” he finished and Diane’s eyebrow bounced up incredulously.

“You want me to sleep with the judge to win the case?” she replied with wide eyes, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“No,” Kurt chuckled, his tone low and sexy. “That would be unethical . But if you wore that low-cut red blouse and a tight skirt, it would go a long way in helping out client.”

“You’re pimping me out!” she shrieked out in an amused laugh.

“I like to think of it as tactical seduction…” he told her in low voice, seductive some might say.

“Tactical seduction, huh?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied proudly.

“Is that what you used on me?” she flirted.

“Oh, Miss Lockhart,” Kurt growled in a sexy voice. “That’s what you used on me!”

“You seduced me, Sir,” she countered with a smirk, biting into her bottom lip. Kurt set his Chinese aside, crawling over to her, his lips brushing delicately along the shell of her ear.

“That’s not how I remember it,” he whispered and Diane gasped as he stole a kiss from her throat, his fingers already tugging at the buttons of the shirt she wore.  

“Oh?” she giggled, shrugging the plaid off her shoulders as she leant in to kiss him. “Well, then perhaps I need to refresh your memory?”

“Oh, please do!”




“Miss Lockhart? Your witness?” the judge queried, looking down toward the blonde’s table with more compassion than men of his job title usually showed. Kurt’s eyes thinned at the way the young judge smiled, his eyes bright and intently focused on his partner. 

“I’m sorry, your honour,” Diane simpered sweetly, her charm infectious in the most unassuming way. “If I may, I just need a minute to confer with council.” 

The Judge glanced over to the opposing side of the courtroom, a small nod in their direction and he was hurrying and stumbling over himself to grant Diane whatever she wanted.

“Of course,” the eager young man nodded with a winning grin, and Diane almost felt bad for how easily she had him eating out of the palm of her hand. Maybe Kurt was right, maybe he did want to sleep with her, absurd as that idea was. 

Turning slyly to Kurt, she cocked her head to the side, her tongue dashing across her bottom lip in a seductive move as she shifted her body closer to his. Kurt’s eyes dropped unwittingly to the gap in her silk blouse, the teasing flash of black lace making him swallow hard. God, but she was distracting.

“What is it?” Kurt asked, his voice a little hoarse, his brow arched into a frown of confusion.

Diane moved impossibly closer, her intoxicating perfume smothering him as her blood red lips traced the shell of his ear in an almost sinful way, her tongue just grazing his skin.

“I want to fuck you right now,” she whispered huskily, her manicured hand falling pointedly to his upper thigh. Kurt’s leg bounced up at her touch, hitting the top of the table loudly as he jerked in surprise.  

Pulling back Diane licked her lips, shooting him a sexily smirk as her hand moved even higher to touch him through his pants.

“Jesus,” he breathed out under his breath, his hand quickly covering hers as he forced his eyes from hers, trying to maintain some sort of professionalism. 

Diane smothered a chuckle low in her throat as she turned back to the judge.  

“Your honour,” she grinned sweetly, as if her hand wasn’t the picture of impropriety, touching him beneath the table. “If we may, defense requests a fifteen-” Diane began only to be cut off as Kurt’s hand that lay atop hers squeezed her fingers tightly. “Uh, thirty-minute break?” she corrected smiling up at the judge brightly.  

“Of course,” the man nodded eagerly. “Court will take a thirty-minute recess and return at three o’clock sharp.” 

The bang of the gavel had Diane spinning in her chair, meeting Kurt’s glinting eyes naughtily, her hand on his thigh running up and down the inseam of his tightening jeans. 

“Follow me,” she whispered huskily, her eyes glinting with undisguised lust. With a positively filthy wink, her hand left his thigh and she stood, gathering her belongings before turning to join the traffic leaving the courtroom. Kurt swallowed hard, shifting in his seat, his pants suddenly far tighter than they were a minute ago.  

Setting his jaw, he turned to their client. 

“We’ll meet back at three,” he told him curtly, barely bothering to make eye contact before he too stood and jogged out of the room.

Kurt could feel his heart hammering in his chest, he could feel the blood racing through his veins, hot with the fire of lust and desire. It had been years since a woman had gotten him this worked up, they were hardly spring chickens, but with barely a whisper Diane had this unbelievable ability to get him going. His attraction for her could not be denied and it seemed now that they’d tasted the forbidden fruit of being together, neither one of them could get enough. 

It didn’t take long for him to spot her, even amongst a sea of people she stood out. Decked out in a silky white blouse tucked into an impossibly tight skirt and paired with the shiniest, pointiest shoes he’d ever seen, she was a vision. Her blonde curls and blue eyes striking even at a distance. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” she joked lowly, smiling as her fingers dropped to skate across his neatly pressed plaid tie, adjusting it slightly but not before letting a manicured nail snag on a button or two.

“Judge Wilson is all about you, Diane,” he warned, his tone a husky growl of desire. 

“We have,” Diane began, glancing at her watch. “Twenty-eight minutes, let's not waste them discussing the judge’s little crush?” Kurt smirked, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip enticingly. “Follow me,” she said, her hand suddenly reaching out and gripping his as she darted off down the corridor. 

Her heels clicked on the shining tiled floor, muffled by the hum of people as she dragged Kurt along behind her. Releasing his hand, she spun round the large, brightly lit hall, her eyes darting to every corner in search of something.

“Diane,” Kurt frowned as she once again latched onto his hand, pulling him toward a janitor’s closet. “What-“ His words died on his lips as she pushed through the door, casting one last glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching as she tugged him in behind her. “Diane, what the hell-“ he tried again, stumbling into the cluttered dim space as she spun them round so he faced the door and she, him.

“Fuck me,” she said pointedly, pressing her back up against the door, and clicking the lock. Kurt’s eyes widened comically as she met them confidently.

“Excuse me?” he asked with a dumbfounded look. Diane smiled, her voice low and sexy as she repeated the order.

“I told you I wanted to fuck you, so let’s go cowboy.” Kurt stood frozen for a minute, his brow furrowed in confusion. Diane cocked her head to the side meaningfully, her lips curling into a sly smirk. “Well?” she prompted, her eyebrow bouncing up challengingly.

Kurt’s eyes thinned, his mind racing as he watched his partner’s hands sliding down her outfit to toy with the edge of her skirt, slowly pulling it up in the most inviting way. Diane bit her bottom lip, her blue eyes dark with lust as they beckoned him closer.

Kurt let out a huff of a laugh at the lunacy of all this before throwing caution to the wind and advancing on her. His large hands found her waist pushing her more firmly into the door, his smile matching hers as his lips hovered just an inch above hers.

Their breath mingled hotly as they both let the anticipation build. Her hands snaked up his chest, curling around his neck as his grasped her hips firmly. Diane licked her lips with a sexy smile and that was all it took.

Kurt’s mouth crashed roughly into hers, the kiss burning with lust and desire. Her head knocked against the door as he kissed her deeply, her hands in his hair and around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

She moaned as his hands replaced hers at the hem of her skirt. Rough fingers tugged the expensive material up crudely, as his mouth moved to her throat

“Kurt,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head as his thumbs snagged on her panties and he pulled them to her knees. His hands dug into her thighs as she bit into his shoulder. With a groan he lifted her from the floor letting her kick off her underwear and wrap her long legs around him.

Kurt moved his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply, passion exploding in a clash of teeth and tongues and desire.

“I want you,” Diane gasped as his lips moved to the sensitive skin beneath her ear, dragging his teeth across it and leaving a red mark. Kurt chuckled lowly at her repeated order, his tongue dancing out to trace across the shell of her ear. He pushed her more violently into the door as he adjusted his hold on her, his hands grasping her arse and upper thighs to keep them balanced.

Diane’s dainty fingers found his pants, shoving them and his boxers out of the way as she grasped his hot length. Kurt groaned lowly, feeling her smile against the skin of his neck.

“You ready?” he growled, pulling back to meet her hazy, blue eyes. Diane giggled, biting her bottom lip as she pushed her hips into his erection in lieu of a response. Kurt chuckled lowly, watching her face intently as he lined himself up against her wet heat.

The pair once again froze, the tension from before back. Diane’s hands found their way to his neck once more, her fingers tugging at the hair she found there, urging him on.

Kurt growled at the sting of pain her hands caused him and suddenly pushed violently into her. Diane’s whole body arched as she let out a guttural moan, her eyes rolling back into her head as he set a fast pace.

Kurt thrust into her again and again, both parties now damp with a thin layer of sweat.

“Yes,” Diane gasped as he shifted them, going harder and deeper with each movement. The door rattled against her back with his thrusts and Diane smiled, biting her bottom lip as Kurt dragged his down her throat.

Rocking her body into his, she slipped one hand between them, rubbing at herself in a movement her mother would have called sinful. Kurt’s hot panting in her ear spurred her on and she tightened her legs around his waist.

“Come on!” Kurt urged her with a deep movement, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Almost,” she whimpered, her head banging loudly on the wood behind her. If they weren’t careful someone was going to hear them, or worse still come and see what had the door rattling on its hinges, she just prayed the busy hall outside hid her screams. “More,” she moaned, picking up the pace of her hand between them, feeling her body begin to tingle.

Kurt’s teeth moved to her shoulder biting down into the fabric of her blouse, the sting of pain her final undoing. Diane bucked against him uncontrollably, the force of her orgasm pushing him to come hotly inside her.

With a loud grunt, Kurt thrust into her one final time. Diane gasped as she came a second time, her body shaking and shivering with the pleasure. Kurt’s head rested tiredly against her shoulder and Diane’s hand threaded into his damp hair, keeping him close.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound in the small room. After a few moments of loud panting and heaving chests, Kurt’s hands slid down her thighs, easing her back onto the floor as he slipped from within her. Diane winced at the sensation, sharp aftershocks radiating through her.

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly blinked open her eyes, meeting his.

“Hello,” he greeted with a grin and Diane giggled, tucking a few wayward strands of hair behind his ears.

“Hi,” she replied and it was Kurt’s turn to laugh.

“You going to tell me what that was about?” he smirked, quirking an eyebrow as his hands shifted her dress back into place. Diane smiled dreamily at him, her hands moving to cup his cheeks.

Slowly she pulled him down to her, kissing him soundly.

“I like the law,” she breathed out as they broke apart and Kurt shook his head in amusement.

“You like the law?” He smirked incredulously and Diane laughed lowly.

“I do, and you’re very hot when you’re practicing the law,” she replied seductively, her eyes darting from his eyes to his lips and back again.

“That your fancy liberal way of saying court gets you hot?”

“Maybe, are you complaining?”

“Not at all,” he smiled lazily, his eyes tired but shining happily. “We should get back,” he told her, tucking himself back into his jeans and refastening his belt. 

“You go ahead, I have to stop in the ladies’ room,” she replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek before bending to scoop up her panties. Kurt wrapped his hand around hers, slowly pulling the delicate lace from her fingers. Diane’s smile widened as he deftly pushed them into his jacket pocket, his eyes never leaving hers. 

“I’m keeping these,” he said with a smirk and Diane could only grin in return.




“The judge wants to sleep with you, Diane. We’d be foolish not to use that to our advantage,” Kurt said seriously, although the tiny spark in his eyes shone with a mirth that belied his ambivalence.

“Hey,” Diane snapped back with a grin, her eyes large with incredulity and amusement. “Just because you were thinking about screwing me the entire time we were in court today, doesn’t mean everyone else was too,” she finished primly and Kurt snorted out a laugh.

“Oh, trust me, they were,” he replied smoothly, eyes raking over her body in the most deliciously sinful way. “When you bent over to pick your pen?! All the men in the room were watching - and more than a few of the women.”

Diane bit her bottom lip, tilting her head coyly.

“Were you watching?” she flirted, already knowing the answer.  

She had felt his eyes on her, burning through her clothes, and if she was being honest the only reason she’d dropped that pen in the first place was so she could put on a show for him. Yes, as a professional she knew she should be giving the trial all of her attention, but it was incredibly difficult to focus when the man she sat next to was the same man who had been inside her the previous evening, and well, that morning, too. She was insatiable and sitting next to him for hours on end without touching was starting to get to her, so naturally she’d tried to keep herself entertained.

“Yep,” Kurt mockingly replied, his moustache curling up to the side when he smirked, and Diane laughed. 

“Yep,” she mimicked, walking closer to him, her hands falling to his broad shoulders as she looked up into his green, green eyes.

“But I think my motives were a little more sinister,” he said, his own hands curling around the small of her back and pulling her in tight. 

“Oh?” she queried in a breathily innocent voice.

“Yeah, while everyone else was looking at your ass, I was trying to see whether or not you had panty lines.” he said boldly and Diane felt her stomach flip.

“Worried I’d committed a fashion faux pas?” she teased, dragging her fingertips across the side of his neck in a seductive move. Kurt hummed, bringing his lips to her ear, his voice low and husky.  

“Nah, I just wanted to know if you were as naked under your skirt as I was hoping.”

Diane giggled, goosebumps breaking out over her skin as his hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of her throat. In a quick move, she tilted her head back slightly and closed the distance between their lips. Just before she finished him off with a searing kiss, she paused and whispered in a soft tone.

“I was, and I still am.” 

“Good,” he replied, curling his hand around her waist and holding her close. He kissed her again, soft and slow and dizzying in the best way, before he once again made her forget how to speak.




Diane sighed as she snuggled deeply into Kurt’s side, her leg draped in between his and her head resting comfortably on his bare chest as her fingers drew soft patterns in the scatterings of hair she found there. They were both coming down from yet another incredible high, safely wrapped in the cotton sheets and leisurely tangled in each other.

“Can I ask you a question?” she suddenly whispered, breaking the silence between them. Kurt shifted his head up, moving until she did the same. Diane smiled as her eyes latched onto his, his green orbs sparkling with sated desire and pure mischief.

“That sounds ominous…” he drawled back, a smirk bouncing across his face. Diane let out a small chuckle, shaking her head.

“Maybe,” she teased with a smirk of her own, her brow bouncing up suggestively. Kurt frowned, still amused. “When we first met,” she continued more seriously, her eyes locked on his. “You told me you only took on cases that were true; if the client was innocent.”

“Yes,” he replied warily, his gaze thinning slightly as he contemplated where she could be going with this. There was a long pause between them, the silence tense as she stared into his eyes curiously.

“You said you only took on innocent clients, but I,” she paused looking away from his intense gaze. “But, Kurt, some of the clients we work for, I mean, I know our policy is don’t ask, don’t tell, but, you have to know they’re guilty?” she continued, her expression scrunched with concern. “I mean, Sweeney’s a serial wife killer and the Watson case? He stole everything from that charity! And don’t even get me started on Kenso who is most certainly going to jail for war crimes!”  

“What are you asking me, Diane?” he questioned gently, no malice or accusation in his tone.

“I guess I just want to know, was it all for show? I mean was it just a tactic to flirt with me or throw me off?”

“A tactic to flirt?” he repeated with an incredulous smirk, fighting back the urge to laugh.

“You know what I mean, did you just say it to get me all riled up?” she finished, slightly annoyed now. 

Truth is, it had been bothering her for a while now, when he’d first told her he only took on innocent clients she’d laughed it off, cast it aside as a crazed idea, but part of her, deep down, had been almost impressed. There was something so honest and moral about the idea of only taking cases that were true, an almost chivalrous aspect to the idea that if she was being honest, got her a little hot. She liked the idea of a man who stuck by his guns - in this case literally -, she liked the fact that in a job that was often times immoral and unjust he had principles and a moral code that, while she didn't understand, she was still impressed by and if she was being honest, attracted to.

There was a long pause as Diane stared down at him, her heart suddenly thundering. She knew it wouldn't change much, she’d still be in bed with him, she wouldn't regret anything they’d done, but she would be lying if she said it wasn’t quite a turn on, his whole honest guy spiel was hot and part of her didn’t want it to disappear.

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” he told her almost sheepishly. Diane cocked her head to the side, a small smile creeping onto her lips.  

“You’re a Republican,” Diane giggled. “I already think you’re crazy!”

He snorted out a laugh at that, rolling his eyes as he shifted onto his side, lying face to face with her.  

“Those aren’t my clients, they’re Will’s,” he said after a moment, his voice soft and honest. Diane’s eyes widened at that, a short chuckle slipping out from between her lips.

“But you’re representing them,” she replied in a laugh, shaking her head disbelievingly. 

“No, they’re Lockhart/Gardner’s clients. I’m stepping in for Will.”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” she shot back incredulously.

“It is for me, I’m stepping into Will’s shoes and yes, that means I have to represent his clients and the people your firm chooses to bring on, but it’s his business , your business. I don’t have to agree with the people you take on, I don’t have to like them or be happy about representing them. I’m stepping in for Will, that’s what I agreed to do, and the fact of the matter is those are his clients, he would represent them and if I am to honour my commitment to Will, I have to honour his commitment to them, regardless of guilt or how I feel about them.”

Diane blinked at him, astounded.

“That is,” she began biting her bottom lip dreamily. “That is the most wonderfully justified reason for hypocrisy I’ve ever heard,” she finished in a soft laugh.

Kurt smirked at that, staring into her bright blue eyes. Diane leant over him, her hand cupping his cheek sweetly, her thumb tracing over his stubble.

“You’re like something out of Melville,” she giggled disbelievingly before ducking down and pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss; her lips parting as she slid her tongue into his mouth. 

Pulling back breathlessly, her eyes were immediately drawn to the sexy movement of him licking his lips, savouring her taste, her whole body shuddering at the image. 

Kurt smirked up at her, his hand dancing up the bare skin of her side, his fingertips tracing the underside of her breasts in a gentle touch that had her gasping, her eyelids fluttering in anticipation.  

“Kurt,” she begged softly, her forehead falling to the base of his neck as she pressed kisses to his collarbone, and then lower. 

Kurt grunted as she shifted even lower still, his body responding almost immediately to her ministrations. Diane drew her lips over his nipple, tugging on it playfully before she moved lower. Kurt’s eyes widened as he realised her intentions, his whole body suddenly rigid with desire. 

“Di- Diane,” he stuttered out, his fingers threading through her golden curls and tugging her upward slightly. “You don’t have to,” he added in a desperate whisper.

Diane lifted her head at that, her eyes meeting his from her spot just below his navel. 

“Don’t you want me to?” she queried in a tone that was far too innocent for the placement of her lips. Kurt grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I was under the impression that all men wanted it?”

“Of course we do, I mean, yes I want it, of course, but l just, you don't have to, I mean you don’t seem like the kind of woman,” he tried only to regret opening his mouth.

Diane’s head bopped up at that, a twinge of annoyance flashing across her features.

“What kind of woman would that be?” she sassed back, her lips pursed primly. She watched as he blanched slightly, his eyes going wide as he realised his mistake.

“No, don’t do that, I didn’t mean it like that, I just,“ he fumbled awkwardly and Diane bit back a laugh, keeping her expression neutral but stern. Truth be told she knew he hadn’t meant anything by it, but it was just so fun to tease him. ”I just meant you don’t come off as the kind of woman who does... that.”

“So I come off as a prude?” she replied her eyes thinning, as she continued to play him, her partner becoming increasingly flustered.

“No! Diane, I just, no, I don’t think that, I’m just-” he fumbled in distress. “Look I just meant you don’t have to. You’re a class act Diane, and I just didn’t think you’d want to do it. That's not to say that you can’t or shouldn’t but I, you’re a strong independent woman and I respect that, I respect you and I don’t, I just-” he tried, sighing dejectedly as he caught sight of her wicked smirk.

“You’re screwing with me, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” she teased, smiling smugly. “Something about you makes me wanna tease you.”

“I just don’t want you to think you have to,” he explained dejectedly and Diane grinned, pressing her lips to his. “And I don’t-”

“Shh,” she cut him off pressing her finger to his rambling lips. “I know I don’t have to, but what if I want to?”

“You do?” he gaped.

“I’ve been dreaming about having you at my mercy for weeks, Kurt, I want to.” 

“Jesus,” he cursed as she moved lower again, her hair dragging ticklishly across his abdomen as she kiss the skin below his navel, then his hip bones and then - “Fuck, Diane!” he growled, his fingers sifting into her hair as her hot mouth enveloped him.

Kurt’s head fell back into the pillows, his eyes wide as he stared up at the ceiling, his body taunt with lust. His hand fell to her messy hair, threading into the silky strands as she bobbed up and down, working him over in the most erotic way.

Diane smiled again as she heard him groan, his fingers tugging and pulling on her hair more than enough of a turn on. She loved this, having this power over a man, there was something strangely sexy about being able to reduce a man and this man in particular to a spluttering, whimpering mess. There was something so empowering about having Kurt in her mouth, at her mercy. She hadn't been lying earlier, she really did want to do this, she wanted him at her mercy, she’d wanted to taste him - ever since that first night when he’d dropped to his knees before her and used his mouth to make her scream. She’d wanted revenge, or retribution, she’d wanted him to feel the same sort of torture, that same agony, that same pleasure.

He hadn’t been wrong either, she wasn’t normally the kind of woman who dropped to her knees, she wasn’t usually the kind of woman who blew just anyone, and certainly not the kind of woman who did it so early on in a relationship. She’d been in love with men that she hadn’t even done this to, but with Kurt, it was already so, so different. 

She wanted him like this, at her mercy, she wanted him in every way imaginable, she craved this kind of intimacy with him, thrived on it. 

“Diane,” he hiccupped, his hips unwilling thrusting up as his hold on her head tightened and pushed down. She could tell he was past the point of self-restraint, passed the point of being able to hold back his urges, and she was thrilled.

Her mouth was hot and slick as she deep-throated him, her jaw aching from the angle and exhaustion. She knew he was close, could feel him beginning to tense, his hand insistently tugging on her hair now to get her to back off.

Diane smirked at that, ever the gentleman.

“Diane, you want a warning?” he rasped out, trying to tug her mouth from him.

“Uh-uh,” she muttered around him, the sound vibrating through him in the most dangerous way. 

“Fuck Diane!” he growled, unable to take any more. His body was overly rigid and tense, before suddenly a hot flood of pleasure finally erupted and he emptied himself into her mouth. Kurt groaned loudly, his eyes shut tightly as pleasure rushed through him.

Diane’s free hand reached up and tugged his own hand from her hair, pulling his fingers down to just below her jaw. In a practiced move she pressed his fingers tightly to her throat, forcing him to feel the exaggerated motion of her swallowing, thriving on how this small move made him groan even louder. 

Diane pulled back after a moment, licking her lips primly, as she ran her fingers through her hair neatly to straighten it out. She cast her gaze over the man before her, dizzy with lust and the unmistakable thrill of being able to dominate him in this way.

“God,” he gasped, still panting from his high. His hand shakily reaching for her, trying to drag her upward. Diane laughed as she snuggled up against him, slowly dipping her fingers into his slightly damp hair and tugging his mouth to hers for a kiss.

“Nah,” she smirked. “Just Diane.”




“Was it hard to leave the law behind and run your father's business?”

Kurt frowned at that, his lips quirked into an awkward smirk as he shifted to gaze down to her. Diane was lying on his chest, her chin resting atop her neatly folded arms, the rest of her body snuggled in between his legs, tangled in soft cotton. She wasn’t sure what time it was, they’d knocked the bedside clock onto the floor in their earlier haste to get to the bed, but it was no longer light outside, and once again, they had forgone dinner to sate another sort of hunger. 


“I just wonder is all -” she began explaining, shifting her head up as she looked into his confused green eyes. 

“No,” he cut her off with a smirk. “I mean why are you thinking about my father while we’re in bed together?”

Diane scoffed out a laugh at that, rolling her eyes as she lifted herself off of him, moving to lay on her side, her head propped up by her hand as her elbow dug into the mattress. 

“I’m being serious!” she said, her eyes animated and fiery. He knew she had a thing for his eyes, she’d expressed a few days prior how they spoke volumes even when he didn’t, but he wasn’t certain she knew just how expressive her eyes could be.   

Her baby blues had this ability to change to her mood, and he wasn’t even sure she was aware they did. The pale blue for pure happiness and joy, the dark aqua they turned whenever she was passionate or arguing in court, the almost greeny-blue they melded into when she was turned on, when she felt sexy and wanton, the navy that appeared when she was angry. Her eyes were her most telling feature and he was already beyond infatuated with them.

“What’s with the twenty questions?” he laughed, his smile distractingly sexy.

“I just wanna get to know you,” she supplied, shrugging slightly as she watched him. “And not just in the biblical sense,” she added as he opened his mouth with no doubt a scathing remark on his tongue.  

“Diane,” he began with a quizzical frown, shifting up until his back rested against the headboard. “I’ve been with the firm, what, two months now? And suddenly you're interested in getting to know me?” 

“I, I ah,” she began in an awkward tumble of words. Her instinct was to lie, maybe it was the lawyer in her or perhaps it was a reflex, years of hiding her feelings from men. But with one glance at his face, she knew she had to be completely and absolutely honest with him, that although he’d said it in a joking tone, there was a very real suspicion and insecurity hidden beneath his words, an almost tangible accusation lurking just below the surface. She gulped, licking her lips in a nervous tick.

“I always wanted to know more, Kurt,” she started, looking away uncomfortably.  “I just-, couldn’t let myself.”

Kurt watched her intently, his eyes locked on hers. Finally, after a terribly long minute, he replied.

“No, it wasn’t hard,” he began softly. “I thought, I thought it would be, I’d only ever wanted to be a lawyer.” Diane’s eyes opened wider at that and Kurt chuckled. “Yes, it’s true, when I was growing up, my father couldn’t always afford childcare, so he’d take me with him to court, and I didn’t know what was happening, but I would watch these lawyers, fight and yell and just, they were so passionate, and I thought I want to do that. I wanna help people. So I spent my life wanting to be a lawyer, and just as I became one, just as I was getting good at it, my father got sick, I thought, well, let's just say, I thought it would be hard. But he was so sick, and I loved him, and it was the right thing to do.  

“That’s very noble,” Diane whispered after a moment, her eyes misting slightly against her will, his honesty blowing her away.  

“If you like,” he replied with a small shrug. 

“I do,” she said sweetly, tugging him down again and laying her head on his bare chest. “I do,” she repeated, pressing a kiss to the skin covering his heart. 




“The other day,” Kurt began, his smirk dark, sexy and full of mischief. Diane’s eyes thinned, she got the distinct feeling he was up to no good. “The other day in my office, you said something about dreaming of me?” he continued, grinning smugly and making Diane blush.   

She could feel her heart start to beat rapidly, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. She’d spent a long time trying to erase that horrid memory, she was under the impression that they’d decided to pretend her little outburst that she spent many nights fantasizing about him hadn’t happened.

“You remember that?” she finally managed through a gulp, her shame eased slightly by his thumb that continued to draw patterns across her cheek.  

“Yeah,” he replied smugly. “I remember that.”  

“Damn,” she muttered almost to herself. “I was sort of hoping you didn't.” 

“When a beautiful woman tells you she fantasizes about you, you don't quickly forget,” he told her with a dashing and overly egotistic smile.

“I never said fantasize!” she admonished, her blue eyes wide and defensive.

“Oh? I could have sworn I heard you say you fantasized about me!” he teased as Diane's blush grew hot and prominent on her cheeks. “Well, then what exactly did you mean? When you said you dream about me?” he continued in an amused drawl, toying with her like a predator teasing its prey.

“Dreamt - past tense,” she corrected snippily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, her cheeks burning red hot with embarrassment.

“Ahh, thank you for that clarification,” he laughed.  

“Kurt,” she began in an incredulous moan, her expression defeated. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Oh, I think I am,” he chuckled, smirking widely behind his moustache, his hand smoothing down across her bare back before his hand came to rest on her ass, squeezing slightly. 

“Kurt, you know what I meant, you have to,” she replied, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, she wasn’t used to feeling like this, so out of her depth.

“Diane,” he smiled, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Of course, I know what you meant, but maybe,” he paused, his body nudging into hers suggestively. “Maybe, I wanna hear you say it.”

Diane rolled her eyes, pulling her hand from his and crossing her arms. 

“You know, if I recall correctly you told me you dreamt of me, too.”

“Oh, I never denied it. But I want to hear about yours.”

“In your dreams, McVeigh,” she shot back.

“No, Diane, in yours,” he sassed back and she blushed in response. She wasn’t used to men standing up to her in this way, pushing her. Usually she could bat her eyelashes, flash a little leg and sufficiently distract them into forgetting their line of questioning. She’d learned early on in life that men were weak when it came to sex, and if she was smart about it she could use that weakness to her advantage, but somehow, she knew it wouldn’t work on this man.  

“So, what do you wanna know?” she finally managed after a long pause, the indignance slowly slipping from her features. 

“All the dirty details,” he replied slickly, his eyes twinkling. Diane felt her heart skip a beat, her body tingling once again with anticipation.

“Well, I don’t know if I can tell you, they were rather risqué,” she flirted, her embarrassment fading as she watched his amber eyes come alight with lust.

“That so?” he teased, dragging out their little game.

“Uh huh, but maybe,” she began, moving to straddle Kurt and using her hand to press him down into the mattress, her hips aligning with his promisingly. “Maybe, I can show you?”

“All the while whispering into my ear about your dirty dreams?” he suggested in a low, dangerous voice. Diane threw her head back in a dark chuckle, her smile wide as his hands gripped her hips tightly, squeezing them in a reprimand. 

Diane glanced down, smirking at the man below her, slowly she lowered her body, her breasts coming into contact with his chest as she moved her mouth to his throat. 

“Would you like that, Mr. McVeigh? Me talking dirty?” she asked in a filthy whisper, her teeth scraping against the lobe of his ear, before her tongue followed after, soothing the sting of her bite.

“Yes,” he gasped out in what was quite possibly a whine. Diane smirked, rocking her hips into his growing erection.

“Close your eyes, Kurt,” she said softly, lowering her mouth to his.




“We’re going to lose, aren’t we? There’s nothing else we can do,” Diane mumbled, thinking out loud, her hand dragging across her face in exhaustion.

“Aside from you seducing the judge into a favourable outcome? No,” he joked flatly, his lips quirked into a sad sort of smile. Diane rolled on her side tucking her hands beneath her head as she looked at him. 

“It may be all the sex talking,” she began slowly, wetting her lips slightly, unsure of what exactly she was going to say. “But I’m feeling so calm. We’re gonna lose and I just, I’m so… relaxed .”

“It’s definitely the sex talking,” he laughed lowly, his hand tracing her hip over the fabric of the sheets. Diane shook her head, shifting closer to him, her fingers reaching out to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. Her gaze traced across his face as she cupped his cheek sweetly.   

“I feel bad,” she said softly, swallowing the lump in her throat. “I feel like I didn’t give him my best defense… I’ve been… distracted .” Kurt smiled, drawing the tips of his fingers across the sharp point of her cheekbone until she met his eyes.

“You were amazing, you fought damn hard,” he replied seriously, not an ounce of doubt in his mind or words.

“Not hard enough,” she muttered, pulling away from him slightly, suddenly uncomfortable under such an intimate touch. After two weeks of sex, and intimate moments, his intense gaze suddenly felt too much, his fingers drawing patterns on her skin suddenly felt too real, too honest. Kurt frowned at her sudden departure, not used to this side of her. She was confident and so fiercely intelligent, he almost didn’t recognise her. She never doubted herself, or so he’d thought, he’d certainly never seen her so ambivalent and downtrodden. She was truly upset about the outcome of their case.

“We were always going to lose, Diane,” he told her seriously, tapping the underside of her chin gently and forcing her to glance up. “They had us from the start, we were preparing for murder and they were going in for laundering. We were always going to lose and once he’s convicted tomorrow, they’ll start building a new case against him,” Kurt finished plainly, soundly. He sounded resigned and educated and just so damn smart. He was right, of course, there was nothing they could do, the prosecution had had them from the very beginning, and she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.

“We’ll lose his business,” she replied, not knowing what else to say. 

“Isn’t that a risk you take with all your clients?” he joked, smirking at her. Diane shook her head slightly, hiding a smile, before meeting his eyes once more.

“What are we doing, Kurt?” she whispered so softly he almost missed it, her eyes glazed over, as if she wasn’t really looking at him.   

She wasn’t sure what she was even asking, logically she knew what they were doing, what they shouldn’t be doing, she wasn’t even sure why she’d asked, only that it had been swirling around in her mind for the last few weeks. What were they doing? Fucking like twenty-somethings with no care or thought to the consequences. What the hell were they doing?  

Kurt swallowed, moving his hand from her hip to the small of her back, dragging her body closer, the cotton sheets bundling between them as he aligned her body with his.

Diane’s fingertips moved to his face once more, drawing light patterns down his cheek, coming to rest on his moustache covered lips. Kurt’s mouth parted slightly, his tongue just dancing out to touch her skin, the small intimate move making her gasp. Her eyes went wide as he drew the top of her pointer finger into his mouth, covering her hand with his own and lightly sucking on the single digit.

“What are we doing?” she repeated breathlessly, her whole body shivering with a desire she couldn’t seem to tame. Kurt’s mouth released her finger, his eyes deep and serious as he stared at her. Diane felt her body throb in response to the lust in his beautiful eyes.   

“Anything you want,” he answered after a long moment, his lips hovering just an inch from hers. Diane swallowed hard, licking her lips. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, wasn’t even sure if it was a real answer to her question, hell, she wasn’t sure there even was an answer to her question. But the way he’d said it, the tone and careful timbre his voice had taken on, it was enough to make any sane woman forget herself.

Diane smiled, moving her head closer to his and pressing her lips to his in a heated embrace.

“Let’s go again,” she whimpered as they broke apart, both panting slightly, her hands already desperately pulling the cotton from between their bodies in the pursuit of his warm flesh.




“I don’t want to go back tomorrow,” Diane whined, draped lazily over her partner, her head resting comfortably on his chest as Kurt’s fingers dragged casually through the mess of her blonde curls.   

“You don’t?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to meet her gaze, his grin easy and wide.

“Mmhm,” she moaned, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before smiling back at him. “I like this little sex bubble we’ve been living in.” 

“Sex bubble? he laughed joyously. 

“You know, you, me, this hotel room, the copious amounts of dirty, dirty things you’ve been doing to me for the last three weeks?” she explained with a smirk, wagging her eyebrows.

“Ahh, the sex bubble!” he agreed with a knowing look.  

“Yep, and I don’t want to leave, I’m not ready to go back to the real world.”

“But think of all new places we could have sex in?” he replied with an excited smirk.

Diane felt her body tense slightly, looking away again as she moved to place her head back on his chest, looking out of the window, the sparkling lights of the New York city skyline blurring into the darkness of the night's sky. He’d misunderstood, probably not purposely, but he’d misunderstood her meaning. When she said she didn’t want to go back, she’d meant to a time before this, not to Chicago. She didn’t want to go back to how things were three weeks ago, when she had only dreamed of his touch, where she longed to be with him, she didn’t want to go back to being just his partner, but she knew there was no other choice.

“Yeah, a lot more places in Chicago,” she replied distractedly after a minute, allowing his misinterpretation.

Shooting a glum, forced grin in his direction, her thoughts unwillingly drifting to the reality that had been plaguing her relentlessly for the last few days. There was an expiration date on their little affair, at least in her mind. They couldn’t continue this once they got back home, whatever this was. 

She hadn’t told him yet, but she knew in her heart once they got back to Chicago, this little tryst had to end, they had a job to do, a firm to run and Will, God, Will would be there. How was she supposed to look her friend in the eye? She’d had enough trouble keeping it from him over the phone, how the hell was she supposed to handle physically seeing him? 

She’d known since the day she’d answered Kurt’s phone that she couldn’t tell him, she’d known he would never accept it, and even worse, she’d known how much of a hypocrite she’d been even thinking about continuing this. She’d condemned Will for his relationship with Alicia, rather publicly, and to suddenly turn around and ask him to be okay with her fucking his friend, their temporary colleague and partner? It was hypocritical to say the least, and she couldn’t do that to him. 

She had to end it, whatever this thing she and Kurt had was, she had to finish it before they went back to Chicago. In the last few days, especially once they knew they were going to lose the case, she had tried several times to voice her concerns, but the pleasure had distracted her; he had distracted her. Hell, she had almost tried to tell him a few moments ago, but something had stopped her, something always seemed to stop her. For a day or two she’d entertained the idea of asking Kurt to keep their affair a secret, she’d wondered if they’d be able to keep it from Will if they continued once they returned home, but deep down she knew that wasn’t a possibility. 

Kurt was an honest man, an annoyingly honest man, and she knew that he was having trouble keeping this from Will now, while they were in an entirely different state, thousands of miles away, she knew she couldn’t ask him to keep it from his friend when they were home.   

She could barely stomach the thought of continuing this relationship behind Will’s back herself and she was much more comfortable with dishonesty than Kurt was. She knew Kurt wouldn’t want to hide their interactions from one of his oldest friends, and she knew that she couldn’t ask him to do something that was so against his beliefs and moral code. There was no way for them to continue this once they returned home, she had to be practical about it all, and despite how deeply she felt about this man, she knew she had to break it off… just, maybe not this right second.

She’d allow herself one last night in his bed, she’d spend the evening getting lost in him, touching him and letting him touch her. She’d rejoice in her little sex bubble, spend a few glorious hours enjoying herself before she took a needle to their delicious bubble and shattered their happiness in the morning.

“Plus, there will be plenty of opportunities to have that threesome with David Lee,” he teased lowly, his eyes tracing over her distanced expression. Diane frowned slightly, his words drawing her out of her reverie.

“Huh?” she questioned, lifting her head from his chest to look at him, but completely missing what he’d said. Kurt smiled smugly.  

“I said it would be a great time to have our threesome with David Lee,” he repeated barely managing to keep a straight face, his hands tickling up and down the arch of her back.

“WHAT?” Diane shrieked, eyes going wide as her attention was diverted back to her bed partner.  

“Oh, so you are listening,” he chastised with a knowing smirk. Diane blushed slightly.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I was a thousand miles away.”

“You don’t say,” Kurt hummed.  

“I’m listening now,” she tried hopefully, her smile wide as she pushed her body up slightly and pressed a short kiss to his lips.  

“Hmm,” he agreed, kissing her back, his hand coming up to thread into her hair and deepen their embrace.   

“Wanna go again?” she whispered softly as they broke apart breathlessly, her eyes dazed as she met his.

“Jesus Diane,” he hissed, his eyes rolling back in his head as her hand dipped beneath the covers to touch him.  

“That a yes?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in the most tempting way, her fingernail dragging across his hip bone with a tad too much pressure.

“I’m not a young man anymore,” he gasped out as she wrapped her delicate fingers around him and slowly began to pump. 

“Hmm, well, we’ll see about that,” she replied promisingly, her lips once again descending to his, her mind sufficiently distracted as she made sure to protect their sex bubble for one more night.




“Kurt,” Diane began awkwardly, her hand dropping his as she cast her eyes downward. Kurt turned his attention to her, the low hum of the aircraft dulled by the chatter of passengers. He took in her nervous demeanor, her bow lips, pink not from her lipstick but from being bitten and chewed on anxiously, her bright blue eyes looked everywhere but at him, and her hands fidgeted and fussed in her lap. 

He knew what was coming next, had been prepared for it ever since she’d freaked out on the phone to Will, and demanded Kurt not say anything about their more… intimate relationship. Diane was surprisingly moral for a lawyer, not that the same couldn’t be said about him, but she was overly loyal and Kurt knew even after this short a time with her that there was no way she was going to continue this little affair back in Chicago, not so close to Will, not with her firm on the line. It was cliche, but he expected it, sort of a ‘what happens in New York stays in New York’ situation. He was honestly surprised she’d taken this long to bring it up, he’d felt certain she was going to say something the previous evening, but despite her obvious inner anguish, she’d remained solemnly stoic on the matter.  

“Kurt, look,” she tried again, swallowing hard. She cast him an overly bright smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, her tongue darting out over her lips in a nervous tick. “I don’t know how to say this. Look, when we land in Chicago, I think it’s best we end this thing, if it is a thing, I mean it’s not a thing, but still we should end it, we shouldn’t sleep together anymore,” she finished lamely, biting her bottom lip. He could tell she was uncomfortable, he could see her inner conflict; despite being incredibly hard to read, in this she was completely transparent. She didn’t want to end this, whatever this was, but she had to - or at least she’d convinced herself she had to. 

“Okay,” he replied simply, smiling kindly at her.

“It’s just that I’m worried it’ll get in the way, things like this always do, and it's not smart, screwing your co-worker, it’s a bad idea,” she continued, words falling from her mouth in a landslide, her brow scrunched worriedly as she tried to explain herself. Kurt’s lips curled into a smirk beneath his moustache as he waited, almost smugly, for her to catch up. ”I don’t want to downplay how good it’s been, and it has been, I mean great , and so, so hot, but for a whole lot of reasons it’s not a good idea and I just… wait, what ?”

Kurt smirked smugly, amused by her rambling.

“I said okay,” he shrugged casually and Diane’s eyes grew, her mouth gaping slightly.

“That’s it?” she asked in a hushed shriek. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to say?” he replied with a slight frown, Diane gaped back at him, her mouth opening and closing like a guppy.  

“Yes but-”


“Well, I guess I just expected a little more resistance, I mean,” she said looking down at her hands, her voice dropping to a barely-there murmur. She’d hoped he’d have at least as hard a time as she was ending this. It was good, and not just the sex, which granted was explosive, but she’d already found herself growing comfortable in his presence, in the idea of him. She’d enjoyed more than just the physical side of their new relationship. As they lay spent on damp and tangled sheets, she’d enjoyed his quiet musings, finding out about his life, debating his politics; to her at least, it had been so much more than just sex.

Kurt smiled at her, squeezing her hand a little. 

“It’s what the smart move would be,” he told her softly and Diane felt herself relax slightly, she could read in his eyes that she wasn’t alone in finding this difficult. 

“It is. It’s smart,” she whispered back, her throat suddenly tight. She’d been planning this for the last few days, mentally practicing what she’d say, how she’d break it to him, she had expected some resistance, or a fight, hell, maybe she'd even wanted a fight, maybe she’d hoped he would want this, whatever this was, to continue just as badly as she did.

“And logical,” he added with a charming smile, Diane’s heart clenched.

“Yes, that too,” she nodded, her hands now shaking nervously in her lap.

“So, I’m saying okay,” he told her in a smooth, comfortable tone. Diane let her eyes slide shut as she shook her head and chuckled. How did he make things so easy and comfortable? How did he manage to make this all seem okay when it was anything but?

“Okay then,” she laughed out awkwardly, looking out of the window, a little shell-shocked.

“All right,” he responded simply. There was a long pause, the white noise of the airplane drifting over them.

“Ha,” she suddenly scoffed, shaking her head.

“What?” he frowned, cocking his head to the side, a sly grin tugging at his lips beneath his moustache. 

“I probably should have waited to tell you that until we were on the ground,” she replied with another shrug, rolling her eyes at her on stupidity. 

“And why’s that?” he asked lowly, his voice soft and tempting. He really shouldn’t be allowed to speak to her with that sexy drawl.

“Who is gonna hold my hand when we land?” she shrugged impishly.

Kurt laughed at that, the sound was low and deep and did wonderfully sinful things to her insides.

“I can still hold your hand, Diane,” he told her gruffly, and Diane felt herself blushing.

“It’s probably better that you don’t anyway,” she carried on, not seeming to hear his words. “You holding my hand makes me think of your hands doing.. . other things ,” her voice dipped to a whisper, as if the people around them could hear her.

“I didn’t realize you were so easily distracted, Miss Lockhart.” He chuckled with a sexy smirk, his hand settling snugly on her upper thigh.

“Kurt no,” she warned, eyes filled with panic but also unmistakable lust. “Don’t.”

“We’ve still got an hour on this flight,” he continued with a mischievous look, ignoring her warning.

“And?” she asked innocently, confusion etched onto her brow.

“And technically we’re over international waters…” he added with a daring smirk. 

“We’re flying over solid land,” she replied with a quizzical quirk of her head.

“You know what I mean, we’re not technically in Chicago… not yet…” he continued, his head ducking closer to hers.

“And?” she prompted still not following. Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning in even closer, invading her personal space and making her gasp. HIs lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“I’m saying,” he began with a growl. “We’re not in Chicago for another couple hundred miles, so once the stewardess starts handing out drinks, we should slip into the bathroom and see what happens…”

“Kurt!” she gasped out, almost too loudly, her eyes frantically looking around to see if anyone had heard her.

“Oh, come on, like you haven’t been thinking the exact same thing since we got on the plane!” he goaded, his face still too close to hers. She could smell his aftershave, see the pink of his oh-so kissable lips. All she had to do was lean forward a little and she could taste him.  

Diane blushed. He was right, her mind had been flirting with the idea of joining the Mile High Club with him ever since they’d stepped onto the aircraft, not that she’d thought it was a remote possibility and certainly not after she’d all but broken up with him.   

She gulped, weighing her options. He was right, technically they weren’t in Chicago yet and technically she only had to stop sleeping with him once they were in Illinois. Kurt let his hand fall to her thigh, bunching the material of her skirt up in his palm, his lips moving to her ear once more, tracing the shell delicately as he spoke.

“Come on, Diane, let me have you, just one last time,” he murmured and Diane almost moaned, her eyes falling closed for a few seconds as she enjoyed the feel of his hand massaging her thigh and his lips kissing a line down her throat. His words were beyond sexy, beyond distracting. Let me have you , he’d said, hell, if only knew how he did have her.

“I don’t want to get caught,” she finally whispered, her eyes blinking back open as he pulled back. Kurt smiled, leaning in to kiss her on the mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips far too comfortably. 

“We won’t,” he said as he pulled back, panting as he tried to regain his breath. “I promise.”




Kurt had parked his truck in front of her townhouse and, gentleman that he was, had insisted he carry her bags inside, and now here they stood, on her front stairs, desperately trying to keep from touching each other. The car ride had been bad enough, if he so much as touched her hand now, she knew she’d be dragging him into her home to have her way with him, and from the look in his eye the feeling was mutual.

“We’ve been here before,” he announced with a bashful smile reminding her of the first time he’d taken her home. They’d shared their first kiss that night, and hell if both of them didn’t want a repeat performance, and then some. 

Diane smiled as Kurt awkwardly scratched the back of his neck; an anxious habit of his that never failed to make her stomach do little flips. He really was quite adorable. Not that she’d ever tell him that, that would be too much of a blow to his ego, but he was, he was adorable and sweet and kind and all manner of adjectives that juxtaposed his carefree, cool, cowboy image. 

“We have,” she replied, licking her lips, her heart suddenly racing as fast as it had that night weeks ago when he’d pushed against her old oak door and kissed her senseless. Even the thought of that night was enough to get her blood pumping. 

“I should probably not stay,” he said lowly, referring to their unspoken agreement.

“It’s for the best, we can’t. It’s probably better if we just leave all that in New York,” she agreed although there was no conviction behind her words; somewhere along the way she’d forgotten why this was such a bad idea, probably while he ravished her in the airplane bathroom. She’d certainly been much more certain before they’d joined the Mile High Club - twice.  

“What happens in Vegas…” he joked flatly and Diane giggled despite herself.


“Okay,” he said, nodding with a more serious expression, moving back and taking a step down. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Of course,” she whispered breathlessly, her heart physically aching at the thought of not seeing him until tomorrow, of not sharing her bed with him tonight, as they’d done every night since they’d arrived in New York three long weeks ago.

“All right,” he mumbled, turning to leave. He’d made it to the pavement before he abruptly turned back.

“Only, the thing is,” he started, stepping onto the bottom stair.

“Yes?” she gasped, taking a step toward him.

“I don’t really think this is fair?” he said and Diane smiled.


“Yeah,” he began, slowly climbing the stairs again, his jaw set with a dashing smirk. “You see if I’d known the last time was, in fact, the last time, I’d have done things different,” he continued thoughtfully.

“The last time was at thirty-thousand feet,” she reminded him with a coy smirk. 

“Yes, technically,” he began, shooting her another devastating grin. “but I’m referring to the last time on solid ground,” he tried and Diane had to admit that he was beyond charming when he wanted to be. “If I’d known that last time was going to be the last time, I’d have done a few things differently.”

“Oh really?” she flirted, meeting him at the top stair, her head cocked coyly to the side, teeth sinking sexily into her bottom lip. Kurt’s hand reached boldly for her hip, his thumb sneaking under the soft cashmere of her sweater, his skin dragging intimately over the bone there. Diane felt her knees turn to jello.

“Yeah,” he responded smugly, his eyes glittering with salacious intent.

“And what exactly would you have done differently?” she asked in a breathless gasp, her body swaying into his. Kurt’s free hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers sliding into the blonde curls at the base of her skull. He’d touched her and they both knew then exactly how this would end. 

“This,” he growled before dragging her head toward his and kissing her senseless. Diane sunk into the embrace like butter melting on a hot summer day, her whole body sagging against his as she desperately tried to get closer. God, she loved the way he kissed, gentle but firm, soft but hard and intoxicating in a way not even alcohol could achieve. How could she be expected to give this feeling up? This was so good, too good. She needed this and worse than that, she wanted this. 

“Kurt?” she gasped, pulling back but only meeting his dark eyes for a second. Her smile was smug as her hand left his chest and dropped to his at her hip. Pulling his fingers from her body, she threaded her own in between the digits, gently tugging him after her as she turned toward her front door. 




“There, God Kurt , right there!” Diane shrieked, her entire body going rigid for a few glorious moments as they climaxed together. Stars shone behind her eyelids, her heart racing in time with his as she fell heavily onto him; her limbs draped in exhaustion over his equally sated body.

Kurt chuckled lowly, his hand threading through her damp curls, as her head lay flat against his heaving chest. 

“That was…” he trailed off, using his free hand to swipe the sweat off his brow and relaxing back into the soft pillows.

“I know,” she agreed, still breathless as she moved to snuggle into his side, both of them wincing as he slipped out of her. With a small whine she let her head fall to his shoulder, her eyes heavy with satisfaction and the need for sleep. 

“So, what happens in Vegas?” he joked with a knowing smirk, his thumb and forefinger drawing delicate patterns on her back. Diane shivered, she loved his touch, the soft caress of his fingertips on her cheek, his rough hands holding her hips as he moved within her, every touch he cared to bestow she greedily accepted. Lifting her head slightly she met his smug eyes with a sparkling grin.  

“Definitely isn’t staying in Vegas,” she agreed.