A/N: This is especially for Chrissie. It's not exactly the fluff you asked for, but I know you won't raise objections! 3

When she stops in front of his office that Monday morning, a pang of disappointment pierces her heart as her eyes linger on his empty chair. With discretion, she checks his desk and the hanger. When she catches sight of his dark-gray coat, a glowing smirk enlivens her face, for he's definitely around.

"Looking for someone?"

The familiar voice gives her a thrill. She can feel her cheeks burn and is suddenly grateful to whoever invented the blusher. She watches as he takes a few notes from his secretary but doesn't read them. "So, how was New York?" she teases him, her voice husky, low just enough for only him to hear.

He smiles and checks out on her discreetly as he brushes by, invisible sparks given off as their arms touch. "Interesting," is his answer as he walks into his office and invites her in.

"Only interesting?" She closes the door behind them, then sits in front of him, inwardly patting herself for the outfit she chose to wear today. The black dress, square necked and enhanced by a thin white band right below her breasts, hugs her curves splendidly, and the tiny slit on the front of its skirt, nearly impossible to catch as she stands, doesn't pass unnoticed by its exclusive beneficiary.

"It was some hard work," Will mutters, with a seriousness that looks almost real. His gaze shifts casually between her and the notes in his hand, then lingers on one slip of paper as he tosses out, "waiting to enjoy its fruits."

"Fruits, uh?" She raises a brow and nods, as an impish smile appears on her face. "I'm sure they're going to be… juicy…"

"I have no doubt about it." This time his eyes are fixed on hers, intently, assertive and not devoid of a smidgen of provocation.

And she can already catch a glimpse of what her lunch break will look like.

A decided knock on Will's door butts into her reverie, dragging her back to the glass-walled reality of the L&G offices. She straightens up on her seat and pulls out the soberest look as behind her she hears Diane's voice reminding Will of the upcoming meeting. She lifts her gaze, just enough to read in his covert smile the confirmation they are going to meet later. Usual place. Usual time. Except that the text she receives from him minutes later changes the location.

My place.

His place. Scenery of long weekends and impromptu escapes, of blazing needs and romantic surges. No matter the instance, for her it always feels special to meet there.

It's definitely no exception this time, as she's welcomed by starving lips that for too long a time haven't touched hers. Pinned against his front door, she indulges in the taste of his tongue, warm and demanding and gives in to the delight of their physical reconnection. Only when they part, intoxicated and in need for air, do their gazes really meet. No facades, no cheerful flirtation, just the disarming bluntness of their emotions.

She remembers the quiet admission as they spoke on the phone last, and this time she's the one daring to express it first. "I missed you." It's barely a whisper, superfluous words, yet intimidating at once; in the awareness that even only a few days apart have become unbearable, in the untamable wandering of her mind, which alights on him whenever set free. And a bit scary in the uncertainty of his feelings. Or possible lack of.

"I missed you, too." His words reach her softly blown in her ears, it makes her weak to her knees and she's sure he knows it.

His eyes linger on her face, on the fascinating moss-green of her eyes, on the way her brows frame them, on her round lips, stained with what is left of her ruby lipstick, before slowly moving down to rest on her décolletage.

She smirks, gratified with the way he worships her charms, then feels his hands on her arms, gently removing her coat. As they peck their way to the bedroom, all garments drop on the floor, one by one, like toy soldiers. By the time she lands on his mattress, only one thing is still left on her body, something that's meant to remind him of his words. "You promised you'd make this worth," she refreshes his memory, although unnecessarily, for the way he's staring at her in the red corset already speaks volumes. "You have roughly one hour to amaze me," she challenges him.

"I always keep my promises, don't I?" He takes up the invitation, with a glint in his eyes. And if there's one thing she can grant him, is that yes, he always does.

With frustrating slowness, he starts to place gentle kisses, nibbling lightly; from her lobe, then further down until the lace of the corset halts his journey. Under his lips, she feels like melted ice.

When he wordlessly gestures for her to turn around, she asks no questions. Lying on her belly, she can feel his confident hands undo the corset, exposing the skin of her back. Eyes shut close, her breath is shallow, uneven in anticipation. She can feel the warmth of his body barely touching hers. Then, the familiar breathing, right behind her ear. She shivers, as one single kiss lands there first, followed by a delicate nibbling. The contrast between the comforting warmth of his lips and the sharp assault of his teeth, as he makes his way down her back, is explosive, whipping every cell of her body up into a frenzy of excitement.

His hands slide down her silhouette, as his mouth indulges on her butt. She can't help smiling at the image. Will never really made a secret that this has always been his more treasured part of her body. She contracts her muscles, just to juice it up, but immediately regrets it when her revolt is punished with a more decided bite.

"Ouch, that was rude," she chuckles.

"Patience doesn't live in that sweet head of yours, does it?" he reproaches her playfully.

"Head should be the last of the things involved in what we are doing right now," she points out with a teasing tone, and as she feels the trail of his kisses moving further down, her legs open a bit wider in an unconscious gesture, hopeful albeit perfectly aware that she's not leading the game. And when he skips that part of her body, altogether, she struggles to hold back a disappointed groan.

Before she can think of what will come next, Will's arm is grasping her waist and flipping her over on her back. For a long moment, their mouths are only inches away, and when he leans down to close the little distance, she doesn't miss out on the occasion. Her teeth tighten mischievously around his bottom lip and pull gently, making him moan in what sounds more like pleasure than disapproval. But this time, there is no retaliation from his side. Instead, he chuckles and nods slightly, definitely aware that he asked for it, then gazes at her, intently for a while. It's a look she knows well, the look she missed when only days before they experimented.

Still, she asks, "What?" just because she adores the way he smiles, almost shyly, and looks anywhere but into her eyes.

Like he's doing right now. His reserved gaze shifts restlessly from her lips, up to her hair, then halts on her hands, resting high above her head, then back where it started. "I don't like it.. being away from you… missing you…"

With a quiet nod and a sweet smile she acknowledges his admission, words she's not returning but that she feels nevertheless. It's easy, when their professional lives cooperate, to carve out precious little moments for themselves. This trip to New York City was one of the unpleasant exceptions, though in the end they still managed to make something special out of the distance.

The tip of her nose is graced with an affectionate peck. Will returns her smile before devoting himself again to the fulfillment of his promise.

Through wet kisses and sharp nibbles, he pays homage to every inch of her body. Her breasts are a pleasurable resting place in his downward path. Her back arches and jerks under the touch of his lips, she's desperate for more, still knowing he won't let her dictate. She feels the determination in his hands, keeping her down in place, leaving her with no other choice than yielding to his tempo. Her patience though is soon rewarded, as only seconds later she can feel the warmth of his deep breath teasing her inner tights.

With unexpected tenderness, he starts to place soft, lingering kisses; from her thights, then closer and closer until he reaches her core. Her memory is certainly not failing her as she remembers him doing it several times before, however its feeling, the intensity, is quite not the same. She can't pinpoint the reason, but as she grabs hold of the sheets, twitching and shivering in spasms of pleasure, the sensation of his mouth, both honoring and setting upon the most private and perceptive part of her, is overpowering. She yields and eventually collapses under the random string of kissing-nibbling-licking-sucking repeated to a blissful exhaustion.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, the room starts spinning around her. Eyes shut, she shivers, this time in cold, but before she can blindly reach for the sheets, the more welcome heat of Will's body provides her the shelter she needs. She can feel his heart beat peacefully against her chest, such a contrast with her still galloping one. For a few long minutes, the sublime silence of their breaths and pulses is the only sound that fills the room. Forcing herself to finally open her eyes, she's gladdened by the sight of a curious smirk. His question lies unspoken in the way he seems to scan her face for hints. Her answer is equally tacit, as she smiles back, ruffles affectionately his hair, then rests her lips on his in a tender kiss.