First Case (Law & Order: UK AU)
Title: First Case (AU)
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Alesha attends her first trial as James' protégé and things get heated.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: Apparently the raunchy plot bunny from First Meeting stayed around, so this is a sequel.
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It doesn't take Alesha long to work out that her boss is a man who likes to live dangerously, or that James works hard and plays hard too. She's joined the CPS only a few days before the conclusion of a lengthy murder trial, and George, the head of the CPS, assigns her to James so that she can get a feeling for court procedure.
James makes no verbal reference to their first meeting in the lift, but she can feel him watching her, and admiring her, she hopes.
He's patient as he goes through all the details of the case with her, explaining things carefully and at a pace that allows her to take plenty of notes. She quickly realises that he's a very smart man, who pays a lot of attention to even the smallest details, and she wonders what it would be like to have him pay that much attention to her.
In court, she watches and listens as he demolishes the defence arguments, and reduces the accused man to a snivelling wretch; she feels stunned by the way James' words affect the man, but at the same time she feels more than a little thrilled by the power he exudes. When they enter the robing room afterwards, she's more than a little aroused, and is quite relieved that the opposing counsel don't hang around for small talk.
"You were amazing in there," she says, eyes wide with admiration as she leans on the edge of the table and watches him putting away his wig.
"Thank you." He turns and smiles, and she can't help thinking that he looks a bit like the cat that's got the cream.
He moves to join her beside the table and she turns to look up into his blue eyes. "How would like to help me celebrate?" he asks, reaching out to brush back a strand of her lustrous dark hair that's escaped the more formal arrangement that she put it into for court.
"I'd like that," she says quickly.
His hand drops to her shoulder, and slides down her arm, and his touch feels electric, setting her nerves tingling. He leans down and kisses her, and she utters a breathy moan, feeling her pussy grow wet and warm as he pushes his tongue into her mouth.
He pulls away and she sighs slightly. "Turn around," he says, in just the same stern tone that he used in court and she quickly obeys, looking over her shoulder at him.
James nods at the table and Alesha's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Can he really be planning to fuck her right here, she wonders. She leans her hands on the table, and he lifts the formal black skirt she's wearing, and folds it up out of the way, to reveal the dark red silk thong she's wearing; it contrasts well with her darker skin, she knows.
"Very nice," he says in an approving tone.
"Thank you." She looks over her shoulder again and sees him unfastening his trousers, then easing out the hard length of his thick prick. He steps up behind her and she moves her legs further apart; he pushes aside the thong and penetrates her in one swift movement, eliciting a grunt from her.
Alesha takes a deep breath as he begins to thrust, his cock slipping easily in and out of her slick heat. She bends over a bit further, allowing him to push deeper, and he murmurs an approving 'good girl' behind her even as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts.
She begins squeezing his cock rhythmically with her inner muscles and he grunts; she guesses that he's getting as close as she is to orgasm, and she closes her eyes in anticipation.
His rhythm breaks down and she feels her climax hit, and then his cock pulses deep inside her pussy. He bends over her body, still buried inside her, and nuzzles the side of her neck, then nips at it, and she involuntarily clamps her muscles around his cock one last time.
He pulls out and she quickly turns to kneel at his feet and lick his prick clean of their juices. He grunts again, then pulls her up to her feet and kisses her. She wonders if he enjoys the taste of his come in her mouth, and suspects that he does.
"Come and have dinner with me," he says, tucking his spent cock back inside his formal black trousers.
"I'd love to," she replies; she decides that she wants to be on top the next time they fuck - she wants to watch his face as he comes. She also wants his hands on her body, not to mention his mouth: she's sure his tongue can be just as clever at oral as it is at prosecuting murderers. They walk out of the Old Bailey, and Alesha's acutely aware of the fact that her thighs are sticky: I wonder if I can get him to give me oral on his desk before we leave the office.
This job is definitely going to be exciting, she decides.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Alesha attends her first trial as James' protégé and things get heated.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: Apparently the raunchy plot bunny from First Meeting stayed around, so this is a sequel.
~~~~~~
It doesn't take Alesha long to work out that her boss is a man who likes to live dangerously, or that James works hard and plays hard too. She's joined the CPS only a few days before the conclusion of a lengthy murder trial, and George, the head of the CPS, assigns her to James so that she can get a feeling for court procedure.
James makes no verbal reference to their first meeting in the lift, but she can feel him watching her, and admiring her, she hopes.
He's patient as he goes through all the details of the case with her, explaining things carefully and at a pace that allows her to take plenty of notes. She quickly realises that he's a very smart man, who pays a lot of attention to even the smallest details, and she wonders what it would be like to have him pay that much attention to her.
In court, she watches and listens as he demolishes the defence arguments, and reduces the accused man to a snivelling wretch; she feels stunned by the way James' words affect the man, but at the same time she feels more than a little thrilled by the power he exudes. When they enter the robing room afterwards, she's more than a little aroused, and is quite relieved that the opposing counsel don't hang around for small talk.
"You were amazing in there," she says, eyes wide with admiration as she leans on the edge of the table and watches him putting away his wig.
"Thank you." He turns and smiles, and she can't help thinking that he looks a bit like the cat that's got the cream.
He moves to join her beside the table and she turns to look up into his blue eyes. "How would like to help me celebrate?" he asks, reaching out to brush back a strand of her lustrous dark hair that's escaped the more formal arrangement that she put it into for court.
"I'd like that," she says quickly.
His hand drops to her shoulder, and slides down her arm, and his touch feels electric, setting her nerves tingling. He leans down and kisses her, and she utters a breathy moan, feeling her pussy grow wet and warm as he pushes his tongue into her mouth.
He pulls away and she sighs slightly. "Turn around," he says, in just the same stern tone that he used in court and she quickly obeys, looking over her shoulder at him.
James nods at the table and Alesha's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Can he really be planning to fuck her right here, she wonders. She leans her hands on the table, and he lifts the formal black skirt she's wearing, and folds it up out of the way, to reveal the dark red silk thong she's wearing; it contrasts well with her darker skin, she knows.
"Very nice," he says in an approving tone.
"Thank you." She looks over her shoulder again and sees him unfastening his trousers, then easing out the hard length of his thick prick. He steps up behind her and she moves her legs further apart; he pushes aside the thong and penetrates her in one swift movement, eliciting a grunt from her.
Alesha takes a deep breath as he begins to thrust, his cock slipping easily in and out of her slick heat. She bends over a bit further, allowing him to push deeper, and he murmurs an approving 'good girl' behind her even as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts.
She begins squeezing his cock rhythmically with her inner muscles and he grunts; she guesses that he's getting as close as she is to orgasm, and she closes her eyes in anticipation.
His rhythm breaks down and she feels her climax hit, and then his cock pulses deep inside her pussy. He bends over her body, still buried inside her, and nuzzles the side of her neck, then nips at it, and she involuntarily clamps her muscles around his cock one last time.
He pulls out and she quickly turns to kneel at his feet and lick his prick clean of their juices. He grunts again, then pulls her up to her feet and kisses her. She wonders if he enjoys the taste of his come in her mouth, and suspects that he does.
"Come and have dinner with me," he says, tucking his spent cock back inside his formal black trousers.
"I'd love to," she replies; she decides that she wants to be on top the next time they fuck - she wants to watch his face as he comes. She also wants his hands on her body, not to mention his mouth: she's sure his tongue can be just as clever at oral as it is at prosecuting murderers. They walk out of the Old Bailey, and Alesha's acutely aware of the fact that her thighs are sticky: I wonder if I can get him to give me oral on his desk before we leave the office.
This job is definitely going to be exciting, she decides.