First Chair
By Fewthistle

Author's Note: Serena Southerlyn/Kaye Hartley (defense counsel from “Mother's Day”) .

For Ann, because she asked so nicely. Hope that this is what you had in mind.

Serena leaned back in Jack's chair, the only light in the office the yellowish glare of the city silting in through the slits in the blinds. It was after midnight, and all the good little D.A.s had gone home for the night, briefcases in hand, thoughts full of briefs and appeals and motions.

Serena couldn't help the low moan that escaped her lips, or the heavy lids that half closed over eyes darkened to sapphire.

“You look surprisingly comfortable in McCoy's chair,” a female voice murmured, low and decidedly amused.

“Well, considering what you're doing to me in Jack's chair, it's amazing that I don't simply burst into flames,” Serena laughed back, the slight hitch in her breath the only indication that she was having trouble concentrating.

The woman kneeling on the floor between her legs simply chuckled and ran a hand along the smooth skin on the inside of Serena's thigh.

“Just think what I'd do if you were sitting in Branch's chair,” Kaye Hartley smirked, a wicked gleam in her dark eyes.