The heavy oak doors of the courtroom swung open with their characteristic groan, and in sauntered Alan Shore. He stood in a tailored charcoal suit, his tie laid knotted neatly around his neck, the plaid colour complementing his palette. Instead of taking his place at the defenses side his polished shoes clicked across the parquet flooring that laid across the courtroom. His steps came to a stop just behind your seat.
“ You always were so devastatingly punctual. ”
Your pen froze on your page, it had been years since you had heard that voice.
“ Alan? ”
“ You know.. Seeing you in the prosecutors pin makes me want to commit a crime just to get your attention. ”
You rose from your seat before finding Alan’s gaze.
“ It’s good to see you again. ”
“ And you. Though I do have to admit I imagined our reunion might be with a lot less clothes. ”
A smile creeped up your lips as your arms rose before you pulled Alan into a warm embrace.
He didn’t hesitate. Alan stepped into the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you close. For a moment he buried his face against your neck inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume. Finally when he pulled back his hands lingered on your waist.
“ Saying I missed you would be a gross misrepresentation of the truth. ”
“ I’ve missed you too Alan. ”
Carefully Alan leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear before he spoke.
“ If we weren’t in court I would have you under me by now. But since we are.. ”
You gave a small nod before shaking Alan’s hand and taking your seats.
Alan watched from where he stood as you retreated to the prosecution’s side. Your professional demeanor settled back in almost immediately, no more gentle smile, just a stern callousness. A thousand brilliant yet maddening thoughts began to drift through his mind. He remembered the last time he saw you before you left Crane, Poole, and Schmidt, now here you stood against him ready to destroy his defendant.
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The trial lasted all of two weeks leaving the tension to build between you and Alan. It all unfolded like a chess match between two equally brilliant minds. You tore through Alan’s defense poking holes in his defendant's alibi. Each hole you poked Alan had to patch, giving alternate reasonings for your claims. The courtroom tension began to crackle like static as the jury left to deliberate. The judge called for a recess leaving you and Alan to depart from the court.
By noon the jury had come back only deliberating for a mere four hours before reaching a verdict.
The courtroom was thick with the charged silence of a verdict. Alan stood at the defense table, his fingers tented beneath his chin, he was the very image of composure. Your position at the prosecutions table felt like a distant yet cherished memory. All eyes in the courtroom landed on the jury’s foreperson as they moved to stand.
“ We the jury find the defendant guilty on all counts. ”
A small smile slipped across your lips, as you turned to your co-counsel. Quickly you stood giving them a brief hug before turning to Alan.
“ I would formally like to request that you refrain from gloating. ”
“ Me gloat? I would never.. ”
Alan rolled his eyes as he moved to collect his things.
You left the courtroom making your way to the elevators not far down the hall. You waited patiently for the doors to open before you entered the empty lift. As the door began to close a hand darted between them, Alan’s hand.
“ Do you mind? ”
You flashed him a soft smile before moving out of the way for him.
“ You did well today.. You deserved that win. ”
“ Thank you. ”
“ You should think about coming back, to Crane, Poole, and Schmidt I mean. ”
“ Are you trying to steal me? ”
Slowly grins slipped upon both your faces, the irony was there. Alan had poached you from your first law firm and now he was attempting to do it once again.
“ I like where I am, Alan.. ”
“ You always tell me no, and yet I seem to always get my way.. ” Alan now wore a devilish grin, as he looked down at you, “ I remember all the times you tried to tell me no and all those times I got what I wanted. ”
Alan’s lips were hovering just above yours, his warm breath ghosting over your skin.
“ So are you going to fight me or just give in for once? ”
Slowly you leaned forward your lips brushing together in a sensual dance. Alan took the lead before deepening the kiss. It was full of unspoken longing and years of pent up yearning. His hands dropped to your hips pinning you to the elevator wall. Just adjacent to you both was a panel holding a button for each floor of the courthouse, but Alan’s eyes landed on the emergency stop, without a second thought he pulled it.
He yanked the handle forward with a sharp practiced snap pulling the elevator to an abrupt stop. The lights flickered for just a moment before settling into a dim amber emergency glow. Alan’s lips never left yours as the scenery around you changed and shifted; he was too focused on getting what he wanted needed. His kisses traveled down your skin, moving from your lips, to your jaw, your throat, and finally your collarbone.
Both of you moved quickly discarding your clothes onto the elevator floor. With ease he hoisted you up against the metal railing that lined the elevator. Instinctively when your feet left the ground your legs came to wrap around Alan as did your arms. Your body moved instinctively against his, your clothed cores pressing together as whines fell from your lips.
Swiftly Alan freed himself from his trousers baring his hardened cock to the cool elevator air. With his free hand he tugged your panties aside before entering you with ease. Involuntary sounds began to leave you both as Alan began to move inside you. Moans tumbled past your lips as groans of pleasure left his. Your shared noises of pleasure echoed across the elevator walls filling the small room with perverse sounds.
The elevator cart began to sway with each of Alan’s forceful thrusts. The emergency stop had turned the small chamber into a fortress of solitude for you both. Alan could feel you begin to pulse and squeeze around him, it was your body's way of milking him for everything he was worth.
“ Alan.. ”
“..I know, almost there. ”
He thrust deeper, his thumb traced firm comforting circles into your hip as he watched your eyes roll back and your breathing shatter into broken whines and cries. Closely Alan watched your face as it contorted with raw unguarded pleasure, every carefully constructed mask completely abandoned. You were left vulnerable and vocal in his arms, completely undone by him. This was no longer a chess match to be won but a submission and surrender. With one more push Alan found the angle that broke you, and when you shattered he held you.
He groaned, matching your shaky broken cry with a deep primal sound of his own. Your body convulsed around his as you both reached your orgasms. Alan felt as your body went slack in his arms, your legs drooping around his waist. Carefully he pulled himself from you before pulling your panties back into place.
Once he finished dressing you he moved to himself. Carefully he straightened his suit and tie before disengaging the emergency stop. WIth a soft groan the elevator moved back into action.
“ Alan? ”
“ Yes? ”
“ Will you come over tonight? ”
He shivered delicately at your soft request. He considered your question for a moment despite you both knowing he would come invited or not.
