Surprise / Boots (Law & Order: UK)
Two Law & Order: UK fics for the price of one (as they're both short)!
Title: Surprise
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James, George Castle
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Visiting James after work one evening, George gets a surprise.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: I wrote this for tardis_mafia a while ago, but never posted it.
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George rang the bell alongside James' front door, shifting the bundle of paperwork he carried to his other arm.
He was just wondering whether to ring again when he heard the door being unlocked, but when it opened, it wasn't James Steel standing in the doorway, but his diminutive assistant, Alesha Philips. George's mouth dropped open in astonishment - it wasn't so much the fact that Alesha was opening James' door at 10.30 pm, though that in itself was somewhat surprising, as the fact that she was wearing the shirt that James had himself been wearing only a few hours ago in the office, and, as far as George could tell, she wasn't wearing much else, judging by the amount of bare skin he could see at her cleavage.
"Oh, hello George," Alesha said, casually.
"Alesha," he gasped.
She arched one eyebrow at him in a familiarly quizzical manner. "Yes?"
"Where's James?"
"In the shower," she answered. "You'd better come in, it's a bit parky to be standing on the doorstep." She moved back, opening the door wider, and he stepped inside, trying to think of something intelligent, or at least intelligible, to say.
George Castle was a wise man, and had worked with a lot of people during the years he'd been with the CPS; he had long ago spotted that James and Alesha were sweet on each other. But he hadn't noticed any obvious signs to indicate that their relationship was such that she would be wandering around his flat in little more than one of James' shirts.
"Do you actually need to speak to James?" Alesha asked, clearly unfazed by his temporary speechlessness. "Or do you just want me to give him that paperwork?" She nodded at the files he was clutching.
"I - um, no. No, I don't," he answered, still feeling flustered. "Just tell him it's the case files he requested this afternoon. I thought I'd drop them off for him in case he wanted to look at them before he gets into the office tomorrow."
"All right. Thanks."
George nodded, feeling more wrong-footed by not having realised James and Alesha had moved their relationship forward, than he did by her semi-dressed state.
"I - um, I'll see you both tomorrow," he said.
"Okay. Night, George."
Alesha let him out and he hurried away, still trying to process his discovery.
* * * * * *
"Who was that, love?" asked James, coming out of the bathroom with a towel in his hands and beginning to dry his blond hair.
Alesha grinned up at him, surveying his six foot plus frame with an appreciative eye as a few last drops of water rolled down his bare chest and dripped onto the floor unhindered by any other towels or garments.
"That was George," she answered. "He brought over those case files you requested." She giggled. "It's just as well you didn't come out of the bathroom while he was still here, or he'd have been utterly convinced of our mutual depravity."
James raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Depraved? Us?" Alesha nodded, and his smirk became an outright grin. "Every time," he said. He tossed the towel back through the bathroom door before covering the distance between them in two long strides.
"C'mere," he said, scooping her up into his arms, and turning quickly towards the bedroom. "I'm going to show you just how depraved I can be," he informed her.
Alesha giggled, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I look forward to your instruction, Mr Steel," she said.
* * * * * *
Title: Boots
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: James makes an interesting discovery about Alesha
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK - I just like playing with the characters.
Author Notes: I blame the bottom gif in this post for this nonsense...
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"You keep saying you got something for me / Something you call love but confess / You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't've been a'messin' / And now someone else is getting all your best."
Alesha's stomping, rather than dancing, around the office, singing along to her iPod as she waits for James to get back from a meeting, getting a kick out of her new boots which somehow make her feel stronger as well as taller.
"Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do / One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."
She sings the lines, stomps, twirls, and gasps in shock: James is standing in the doorway of their office, leaning against the frame with his hands shoved into his trousers pockets. His expression is one of amused delight, the grin on his face is crinkling his nose and his eyes are sparkling.
"I never knew you could sing," he observes when she pulls out the iPod's earbuds.
"I don't, not often," she says, feeling her face heated by a combination of exercise and embarrassment.
He shoves away from the doorframe and moves towards her. "I should take you dancing," he says, catching her hands in his. "Would you like that?"
She moves closer, letting go of his hands so she can wrap her arms around him instead. "Depends what kind of dancing you have in mind," she answers as he embraces her and begins to sway gently on the spot. "I mostly prefer my dancing horizontal."
"Alesha Phillips!" he exclaims, and looking up into his face she can see he's only pretending to be shocked.
"Yes Mr Steel?" Her tone sounds innocent, but she's moving against him in a way that's far from innocent.
"Are you being suggestive?" he asks.
She smirks up at him, feeling his body reacting very nicely. "You might think that, I couldn't possibly comment."
He snorts derisively and she giggles, enjoying teasing him, then she yelps quietly when he scoops her up and sets her down on her desk.
"James!" she says, breathless with surprise.
"There's no one else here," he tells her, before ducking his head to kiss her.
She moans, very aroused now. His hands slide up her legs, rucking up her skirt, and he strokes her thighs lightly, his eyes fixed on hers. She knows he's waiting to see if she wants to continue; there's concern in his eyes, as well as desire. She gives him a saucy grin, and hooks her legs around him, pulling his body towards hers.
"I want you," she says, her voice low and full of desire.
"Here?" he asks softly. "Now?"
She nods, then reaches for his button and zip; he moans softly when she frees his hard length from the confines of his suit trousers, and they both groan when he pushes into her. She rests her hands on the desk behind her, heedless of the stacks of paperwork, and watches his face. Idly she begins rubbing one boot-clad foot against his thigh, and he stops moving.
"What?" she asks, slightly irritated because she's quite close to coming.
"When we get home, leave the boots on," he says, his breathing rather ragged.
"Oh kinky," she comments, then presses the heel of her boot against his arse. He smirks and resumes his thrusts, driving her over the brink, then following soon after.
They clean up, straighten their clothes (and Alesha's desk), then head out of the office.
"I'm glad I brought my iPod today," she says, slipping her hand into his as they take the lift down to the ground floor.
James grins. "As am I."
They head towards his flat, and he savours the mental image of what they've just done.
Title: Surprise
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James, George Castle
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Visiting James after work one evening, George gets a surprise.
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: I wrote this for tardis_mafia a while ago, but never posted it.
~~~~~~
George rang the bell alongside James' front door, shifting the bundle of paperwork he carried to his other arm.
He was just wondering whether to ring again when he heard the door being unlocked, but when it opened, it wasn't James Steel standing in the doorway, but his diminutive assistant, Alesha Philips. George's mouth dropped open in astonishment - it wasn't so much the fact that Alesha was opening James' door at 10.30 pm, though that in itself was somewhat surprising, as the fact that she was wearing the shirt that James had himself been wearing only a few hours ago in the office, and, as far as George could tell, she wasn't wearing much else, judging by the amount of bare skin he could see at her cleavage.
"Oh, hello George," Alesha said, casually.
"Alesha," he gasped.
She arched one eyebrow at him in a familiarly quizzical manner. "Yes?"
"Where's James?"
"In the shower," she answered. "You'd better come in, it's a bit parky to be standing on the doorstep." She moved back, opening the door wider, and he stepped inside, trying to think of something intelligent, or at least intelligible, to say.
George Castle was a wise man, and had worked with a lot of people during the years he'd been with the CPS; he had long ago spotted that James and Alesha were sweet on each other. But he hadn't noticed any obvious signs to indicate that their relationship was such that she would be wandering around his flat in little more than one of James' shirts.
"Do you actually need to speak to James?" Alesha asked, clearly unfazed by his temporary speechlessness. "Or do you just want me to give him that paperwork?" She nodded at the files he was clutching.
"I - um, no. No, I don't," he answered, still feeling flustered. "Just tell him it's the case files he requested this afternoon. I thought I'd drop them off for him in case he wanted to look at them before he gets into the office tomorrow."
"All right. Thanks."
George nodded, feeling more wrong-footed by not having realised James and Alesha had moved their relationship forward, than he did by her semi-dressed state.
"I - um, I'll see you both tomorrow," he said.
"Okay. Night, George."
Alesha let him out and he hurried away, still trying to process his discovery.
* * * * * *
"Who was that, love?" asked James, coming out of the bathroom with a towel in his hands and beginning to dry his blond hair.
Alesha grinned up at him, surveying his six foot plus frame with an appreciative eye as a few last drops of water rolled down his bare chest and dripped onto the floor unhindered by any other towels or garments.
"That was George," she answered. "He brought over those case files you requested." She giggled. "It's just as well you didn't come out of the bathroom while he was still here, or he'd have been utterly convinced of our mutual depravity."
James raised his eyebrows, smirking. "Depraved? Us?" Alesha nodded, and his smirk became an outright grin. "Every time," he said. He tossed the towel back through the bathroom door before covering the distance between them in two long strides.
"C'mere," he said, scooping her up into his arms, and turning quickly towards the bedroom. "I'm going to show you just how depraved I can be," he informed her.
Alesha giggled, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I look forward to your instruction, Mr Steel," she said.
* * * * * *
Title: Boots
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: James makes an interesting discovery about Alesha
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK - I just like playing with the characters.
Author Notes: I blame the bottom gif in this post for this nonsense...
~~~~~~
"You keep saying you got something for me / Something you call love but confess / You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't've been a'messin' / And now someone else is getting all your best."
Alesha's stomping, rather than dancing, around the office, singing along to her iPod as she waits for James to get back from a meeting, getting a kick out of her new boots which somehow make her feel stronger as well as taller.
"Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do / One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you."
She sings the lines, stomps, twirls, and gasps in shock: James is standing in the doorway of their office, leaning against the frame with his hands shoved into his trousers pockets. His expression is one of amused delight, the grin on his face is crinkling his nose and his eyes are sparkling.
"I never knew you could sing," he observes when she pulls out the iPod's earbuds.
"I don't, not often," she says, feeling her face heated by a combination of exercise and embarrassment.
He shoves away from the doorframe and moves towards her. "I should take you dancing," he says, catching her hands in his. "Would you like that?"
She moves closer, letting go of his hands so she can wrap her arms around him instead. "Depends what kind of dancing you have in mind," she answers as he embraces her and begins to sway gently on the spot. "I mostly prefer my dancing horizontal."
"Alesha Phillips!" he exclaims, and looking up into his face she can see he's only pretending to be shocked.
"Yes Mr Steel?" Her tone sounds innocent, but she's moving against him in a way that's far from innocent.
"Are you being suggestive?" he asks.
She smirks up at him, feeling his body reacting very nicely. "You might think that, I couldn't possibly comment."
He snorts derisively and she giggles, enjoying teasing him, then she yelps quietly when he scoops her up and sets her down on her desk.
"James!" she says, breathless with surprise.
"There's no one else here," he tells her, before ducking his head to kiss her.
She moans, very aroused now. His hands slide up her legs, rucking up her skirt, and he strokes her thighs lightly, his eyes fixed on hers. She knows he's waiting to see if she wants to continue; there's concern in his eyes, as well as desire. She gives him a saucy grin, and hooks her legs around him, pulling his body towards hers.
"I want you," she says, her voice low and full of desire.
"Here?" he asks softly. "Now?"
She nods, then reaches for his button and zip; he moans softly when she frees his hard length from the confines of his suit trousers, and they both groan when he pushes into her. She rests her hands on the desk behind her, heedless of the stacks of paperwork, and watches his face. Idly she begins rubbing one boot-clad foot against his thigh, and he stops moving.
"What?" she asks, slightly irritated because she's quite close to coming.
"When we get home, leave the boots on," he says, his breathing rather ragged.
"Oh kinky," she comments, then presses the heel of her boot against his arse. He smirks and resumes his thrusts, driving her over the brink, then following soon after.
They clean up, straighten their clothes (and Alesha's desk), then head out of the office.
"I'm glad I brought my iPod today," she says, slipping her hand into his as they take the lift down to the ground floor.
James grins. "As am I."
They head towards his flat, and he savours the mental image of what they've just done.