Attorney / Client Privilege - A "Life" Fic

TITLE: Attorney / Client Privilege

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Life

SHIP: Constance / Charlie

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season One

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Life. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Life fic, so... I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Constance closed the door to the bathroom attached to her office and leaned back against it. "Am I actually going to do this?" she asked herself. She can see her reflection above the basin across from her. Long dark hair framed an oval face, with full lips and soft, brown eyes that looked searchingly back at her. Her cleavage just barely peeks out of the neckline of her simple, white silk blouse. A tailored black knee-length skirt that matches the jacket now hanging on the coat rack in her office and a pair of stylish pumps, complete her business like outfit.

Four years is a long time, but they had done it and he was free. Three and a half years of that time, she had wanted this. She couldn't explain her attraction to him or her inability to put it behind her. She was married and it wasn't as if she didn't love her husband. After all, there had been other temptations, more accessible ones than a man in a maximum security penitentiary, but those she'd simply shrugged off with a few moments of 'What if?' musings and went on with her life. But, Charlie Crews had somehow gotten under her skin. They were friends, but with him now out in the world and pursuing his life, the situation had, for her, reached the point of now or never, which led her to here. She pushed away from the door.

He sat in her office, watching the bathroom door close behind her. He felt strangely uncomfortable in the crisp, expensive suit he was wearing. He never thought he'd actually miss his orange jumpsuit. He was free. F-R-E-E, four little letters that his mind hadn't yet quite processed or put into proper context. It was all still so abstract to him. Constance seemed to be acting a bit strangely, but then he wasn't sure if it wasn't he, himself who was being strange. "He was free." the thought kept interjecting itself into his consciousness.

If she was, acting strangely, he couldn't fault her. His freedom was the culmination of four years of grueling work for her and she was entitled. She had gained him his freedom and so much more. Besides prison and the day-to-day need to watch his back, she had been the only other constant in his life. Constant... Constance... He smiled and chuckled softly. It just struck him as amusingly appropriate somehow. She was a beautiful woman with striking features, lithe, shapely and lushly curved in all the right places, her beauty was undeniable, but it was more than that. There was an air about her and it wasn't the soft scent of vanilla that always wafted from her. It was indefinable, yet intrinsically part of her. He had trusted her five minutes into their first meeting and been attracted to her from the moment she walked through the door. The wedding ring on her finger had forestalled any serious romantic thoughts, but not the fantasies that had spun themselves out of the darkness as he lay in his bunk after lights out. He felt himself stir and slide against the silk of his Calvin Klein boxers as he hardened slightly thinking of her.

She looked at herself in the mirror again and fussed with her hair. She had removed her underwear and she could see the outline of her nipples forming little peaks as they hardened with her arousal and the feel of the silk of her blouse. She could see the shadows of her areola, dark behind the material without the concealing presence of her bra. After a moment she undid another button on the blouse and adjusted it to better frame her cleavage. She took a deep breath and smoothed the front of her skirt, before turning and opening the door and stepping back into her office.

Charlie looked up and immediately noticed the difference in Constance's attire. His dick, slid across his lower torso as it suddenly sprang to attention and he was glad the desk was between him and her, hiding the front of his trousers. She wasn't wearing a bra, he could see her nipples press against and slightly darken the crisp white silk of her blouse. Two of the top buttons on her blouse, that hadn't been before, were undone and he could see the creamy curves and shadowed valley of her cleavage quite clearly. His eyes slid down her body almost involuntary, looking for the telltale panty lines under the dark material of her. He couldn't be sure, but... "What the hell is going on?" he asked himself even as he had to shift slightly to adjust himself as his dick grew steadily harder.

He casually placed his hands over his crotch as she walked around the desk. There seemed to be an extra sway to her hips that pronounced their curved flare and the taper of her waist. He tried to lower his eyes, but they wouldn't leave the slight, unrestrained sway of her breasts under the light material of her blouse. He found himself having to swallow several times to draw moisture into his suddenly dry mouth and throat as his designer boxers grew decidedly tight. She perched on the desk next to him, her hands resting on the desk on either side of her. Her legs slightly apart, and inch or two of her cream thighs exposed as her skirt rode up, away from her knees. She smiled down at him and he thought her eyes seemed a little bright and her face a little flushed.

"He had to have noticed the changes she had made." She thought as he looked up at her with his usual unflustered calm, although she did see him move his hands to cover his crotch and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard. She was either going to get what she wanted or make a rather large fool of herself. She had played this out in her mind dozens of times, but still wasn't quite sure about what she was going to say. Her insides knotted with apprehension, anticipation and arousal as they looked at each other and she felt her sex clench against itself, expelling her warm cream into her channel and onto her awakening folds.

Every fantasy his mind had concocted about his beautiful attorney seemed to flash across his mind in an erotic highlights reel as he looked up at her. Her change of appearance and actions since she had left the bathroom were very deliberate and premeditated. If he was reading this right, she was attempting to seduce him. A, familiar, but long forgotten scent was also lightly tantalizing his nose over the soft vanilla that he associated with her. He kept his featured relaxed as he recognized it with a start of astonishment. It was the smell of female arousal. His freedom had brought many surprises, but this was its most shocking. Granted he had only been officially free for about two hours, but he doubted anything could top this. His dick twitched. "Constance..." he started, but she shushed him.

"As, your attorney of four years," she started, "it has been my duty and privilege to look after your well being, Charlie. Now that you're free, I still feel responsible for you." She continued. "Crap! This wasn't coming out right." She thought. "How long has it been since you were with a woman?" she asked suddenly, changing tack. It was somehow satisfying to startle the Zen and unflappable Charlie Crews as she saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop. Words weren't going to do the job. "I withdraw the question." she told him and slipped off her desk and without another word straddled his thighs and leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tense, his eyes widening even further as she stared at him and lightly tapped her tongue against the join of his lips in a bid for admittance. She waited for him to balk, anticipated him to protest, braced herself for it, so she was a little unprepared for the sudden blaze of desire that flared in his eyes, a fraction of a moment before his hand cupped the back of her head, strong fingers curling into her dark hair and crushing her lips to his as he tilted his head and opened his mouth and their lips wrestled while their tongues fenced.

She melted under the heat of his passion, shifting forward, pressing her body hard against his, grinding against the thick tube of his erection. His hand felt hot as it slid down her back, separated from her skin by only a thin layer of silk. She groaned into his mouth as his strong hand cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed and fondled it. He stood up and she wrapped her legs around him as he staggered slightly and then with a swipe of his arm sent the items on the top of her desk flying to the floor, clearing it before setting her on it. He broke their kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Her skin tingled with heated need and she could feel his desire hot, hard and throbbing against her crotch and lower belly through their clothes. "Do you have any idea how long and how badly I've wanted to do that?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. "Tell me." She requested, sliding her hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders so that he could shrug it off while she undid his tie.

"Since the third time you came to see me. You were leaning over my shoulder as we looked over the DNA evidence, your breasts lightly touching my arm. You smelled like vanilla, soap and a hint of cinnamon. I had to jerk off as soon as your visit was over. Do you have any idea how difficult that is in prison? Every time after that I had to recite every baseball stat and Zen riddle I knew to keep from doing something that would get me thrown into solitary and probably making sure I never saw you again, Connie." He told her as he shrugged off his shirt and she ran her hand up his hard, lean torso and onto his chest and back down again. She licked her lips and started to unbuckle his belt as his fingers tackled the last few buttons of her blouse. She saw him pause for just a second and she could have sworn she saw his hands tremble before he slowly and almost reverently shifted aside the two side of her undone blouse to reveal her breasts.

Charlie was still waiting for the slap that would jar him out of this dream and have him wake up in his cell, but it didn't come as he uncovered her breasts and felt her hands unbutton and lower the zipper of his hands, relieving some of the pressure it had been putting on his erection. He always imagined her nipples would be pink and smaller, but they were brown and just a little bigger in length and diameter than the first joint of his middle finger. They stood, proud and erect on puffy, slightly raised areola about the size of a quarter, not quite on the centre of her firm pale globes, but pointing slightly upwards on their upper slope. They called to him with a siren's song of seduction and invitation and he cupped them, caressing the smooth skin and testing the pliability of the firm flesh underneath as he fondled the pert mounds before turning his attention on her nipples.

Constance rolled her shoulders, pushing her breasts into the firm, fondling pressure of his hands as he cupped her breasts. She loved the way he was looking at her. She could see naked lust in his pale blue eyes, but there was also something more, something that sent a shiver up her spine, a kind of awed adoration and connection she had not seen from any man in a long time. She groaned when his thumbs found her nipples and began to roll and flick them, sending rippling surges of pleasure spiking into her chest, making her sex twist, flex and flood with anticipation. She tugged at his boxers and then found the where-with-all to pull the front clear of his erection before pulling them down off his hips along with his trousers and let them go to slide down his legs. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and she measured and explored his twitching length. He felt like silk wrapped around a tube of living, throbbing steel and her mind drew impressive measurements from her tactile exploration.

His lips captured hers for another torrid, tongue twisting kiss and then moved away, planting wet slithering kisses along her jaw line and then lower. Her body was on fire. She had imagined this, many times, alone in her bed or even with her husband snoring softly next to her, her hand lightly caressing her sex and breasts, but her fantasies paled in comparison to the desire, pleasure and need she was feeling. His lips left hot blooms of heat and pressure on her skin as he worked his way down her neck, stopping to suck at her rapidly beating pulse point and she let her head loll to the side to give him greater access. His lips disappeared from her skin, only to reappear at random intervals and in unexpected places, but always moving downwards. She found it hard to concentrate, but kept her fist skimming the length of his shaft.

Charlie knew this was wrong. She was married and he knew she loved her husband, but he would not have stopped even if someone had told him it would cost him his recently won freedom. There was a connection between them, there had been, almost from the start and if this was the only chance they allowed themselves to experience it, so be it and he was not about to deny it to himself or her. She gasped softly, the most exquisite sound he had ever heard as his lips found one of her turgid nipples and suckled at it, testing its resilience with light nips and then bathing it with his tongue. Her hand was a delicious torture on his cock. Firm pressure, heat and friction combined in a pleasurable mixture that made his balls tighten and forced him to consciously have to will himself not to cum, an unwelcome distraction to his exploration of her.

With, his mouth engaged at one and his hand at the other, his free hand slid down her slightly quivering body to tug at the hem of her skirt. It had ridden up, but not far enough to give him the access they both desired. She lifted her buttocks and he managed to bunch it around her waist, revealing her clean-shaven pussy to his hungry eyes. She'd done it that morning. He caressed her lightly, his fingers sliding through her slick folds and finding the exposed pearl of her clit and her hand tightened on his shaft as her ass clenched in response to his touch. She tugged at him, undulating her hips partially to press into his touch and partly to move herself closer to the edge of the desk as she guided him to her entrance.

He lifted his head from her breast, his hand moving to her hips as she guided the thick, pointed head of his cock through her folds. Her nipples tingled from his touch and mouth as she seated him at her entrance and released him, letting her hands slide over his hips and cup his hard ass. Her slick folds radiated heat as she nestled him between them and gently guided him to her opening. They hung in that moment, him looking down at her and her looking up at him, their chests rising and falling in steady unison, connected by their hands and sex. He smiled, just a gentle quirk at the sides of his mouth that she had seen only a handful of times and she smiled back. She nodded slightly and he returned it. She clenched her hands on the hard curves of his ass cheeks, pulling to him as he thrust forward.

Her breath hitched and she let out a low gasp as he slid into her, his thick, long shaft forging a blazing trail of friction through her tight, resisting flesh, stretching and filling her. Her snatch clutched at him, trying to halt his invasion, but found itself betrayed by her need and the coating of copious, slippery sex grease it had created and he continued to spear into her intimate depths until he was buried in her core and her hips rose to grind against his as she adjusted to his delectable intrusion. Her sex caressed his length, egging him on rather than halting him with its clutching, squeezing pressure. Tingling, fiery friction of silk sliding over satin enveloped his shaft and the molten lubrication aided him on his way to the sweet furnace at her core until their was no more of him to offer her and he rocked his hips feeling her adjust to him.

Charlie start to slowly increase the range of his movements, but let her dictate the pace, taking his cue from her hands on his buttocks as they tensed and relaxed. Working together they found a comfortable and pleasurable rhythm for their thrusting, grinding, rolling, rocking, straining, panting, moaning, groaning, grasping, gasping, grunting union. She moaned his name as he filled her, again and again with knifing lances of pleasure. He told her how wonderful she felt, how beautiful she was, how much he desired her. His hands slid from her hips, hot on her skin to once again cup her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing them against each other before tweaking and rolling her nipples. Her nails dug into his ass as she urged him on, telling him of her desires and the enjoyment she was experiencing with lavish praises and dire threats if he were to stop.

Constance felt her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach as they sped up, his body slamming into hers with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Each collision accompanied by a jarring shockwave of delight that shook her body and fed fuel to the growing blaze in her belly. He felt her flood around him, hot and slippery as he drove through her tight massaging, velvety grip. Each journey from tip to base and back again, tightening his balls and making them churn as pleasure snaked up his spine, making his nerves sing and his blood pound in his ears. He grit his teeth, clenching his jaw and persevered, fighting the need for release for the enjoyment of being inside her and the desire to have her climax on his shaft before he did. She was a beautiful sight to behold, glowing and glistening with a slight sheen of sweat and arousal; fine, porcelain features strained and etched with desire; her dark eyes wide and bright; her lower lip swollen from his kisses and where her straight, white teeth had pinned it back and worried at it; her chest heaving and pressing her breasts into his fondling hands, a sight he would now forever associate with his freedom.

His eyes bore into her, heating her skin even further, an intangible caress as pleasurable as his hands and his manhood. She could see the strain on his face and feel him throbbing inside her. His cool eyes seemed to blaze with passion, his features intent, almost predatory in the fierceness of his concentration. The flames of her orgasm licked high, burning at her will and constraint, fueled by his thrusting hips and driving shaft, weakening them. Constance started to shudder, the tempest of pleasurable energy flaring and starting to escape her control and ability to restrain. Charlie's hands left her breasts and dug under her arms, hooking around her shoulders and with a mighty heave he pulled her up and towards him. She gasped again, short and sharp before he captures and plundered her lips. Her chest burned with the need to breath, but she would not break that passionate kiss for anything.

He was buried deep inside her, his strokes short, shallow and fast, her clit pressed between the base of his cock and hard washboard stomach as they ground together, a spark beacon of delight and a stimulation that pushed her over the edge. He broke their kiss as she cried out, a long wail of completion as the wildfire heat of her climax scorched her sense and burned through her body. She shook as her muscles tensed, her sex locking around his shaft, squeezing with all the twisting flexing pressure at its climaxing disposal, testing his unyielding hardness, even as he continued to hump into her. She blinked rapidly as her world dissolved into blurry unrecognizable shapes before she let her eyelids flutter closed. She could hear him breathing hard, like a bellows, his breath hot against her face as stars danced across the darkness behind her eyelids as her climax surged in sweet torturous waves. She felt him swell inside her, his manhood throbbing like a trip hammer against the clenched walls of her snatch and then he was pulsing, adding the liquid heat of his essence to her own.

He felt her climax in a rush of liquid heat and sharp pressure. Her back arched, pressing his shoulders into his hands and her shuddering torso hard against his. She rippled around him in quick milking waves and he was helpless to resist. He swelled against her tight grip and surrendered; letting his balls empty themselves into her. His butt clenched as his cock jerked and pulsed inside her, expelling his seed into her welcoming warmth with a stuttered cry of release. He blinked, forcing himself to focus and drink in the sight of her in the throws of her orgasm through heavy lidded eyes. His heart hammered at his chest as pleasure ran roughshod over his senses. He continued to thrust until he was completely drained, although he could get no deeper into her than he already was. She moaned softly and then her head slumped onto his shoulder and he held her limp form to him as they both gasped for breath.

Her climax left her drained and drifting in a haze of satisfaction and she was grateful for his solid support as she slumped forward against him. Her sex twitched around him, sporadically flexing as stray jolts of pleasure chased each other around her system as they held each other, his arms warm and comfortable around her as her breathing returned to normal and the sweat dried on his skin. She felt him nuzzle at her neck a soft, warm and intimate caress. "You okay?" he whispered against he shell of her ear as she felt him begin shrink from inside her. "Yes." She replied, just loud enough for him to hear before pressing her lips to his skin, tasting salt. "Are you?" she asked.

Constance lifted her head, raking her fingers through her hair and sweeping it back out of her face and opened her eyes to look at him when his answer was not forthcoming. She found him smiling, his features relaxed and dreamy. "Okay doesn't begin to describe what I am right now." He informed her and gave her the softest of kisses, a gentle touch and sharing of breath. "I take it, that is a general yes to the concept, though?" she wondered as he broke the kiss. "Definitely." He confirmed. "But, please explain to me why you never told me about this particular Client / Attorney privilege?" he enquired and she laughed, letting her head once again rest on his shoulder and simply luxuriated in his embrace. "That's because it's an Attorney / Client privilege and I just now made it up, and... I might just have to invoke it again in the future just to make sure I've done my job right." She whispered in his ear. He let out a heavy sigh and whispered back: "Well, if you must." And her tinkling laugh mixed with his deeper one.

THE END