Message-ID: <37148asstr$1025633402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <LangdonJT@aol.com> From: LangdonJT@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <11a.133c3a68.2a53080d@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 09:43:41 EDT Subject: {ASSM} FIC: Quid Pro Quo (F/F) Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2002 14:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37148> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Title: Quid Pro Quo Author: JT Langdon (LangdonJT@aol.com) Fandom: The Practice Pairing: Lindsay/Helen Rating: NC-17 Summary: Helen persuades an overworked Lindsay to get some rest. Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine. I just took them out for a spin and made them do naughty things. "Quid Pro Quo" by JT Langdon Lindsay rummaged through the mountain of papers on the coffee table with growing frustration. Where the hell was her yellow highlighter? She had it just a second ago! How could she face Judge Hiller in court without her fucking yellow highlighter? Glancing at the clock in the lower right-hand corner of her laptop, Lindsay sighed. It was three in the morning. Where had the time gone? Hadn't she just said goodnight to Helen a minute ago? She thought so. But now it was three in the morning. And she was still sitting there buried in paperwork, no closer to figuring out a way to help Anderson Pearson avoid prison. Lindsay knew the law. She could recite precedents, state and Federal, from memory. But her knowledge of the law and her experience practicing it didn't seem to be helping her much now. And she still couldn't find her fucking highlighter! Lindsay closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve some of the tension. She was absolutely whipped. Her mind had turned to mush three cups of coffee ago. As she went over her notes Lindsay found herself reading the same line two- even three times before it made a damn bit of sense. This case was definitely taking its toll on her. But how could she rest? Professor Pearson was counting on her. He put his fate in her hands. That kind of trust was precious. Lindsay had to keep working at this. She just couldn't let Pearson down. Maybe she was taking this case a little too personally, as some of her colleagues had suggested. But how could she not? Anderson Pearson had been her mentor in law school. She looked up to him, admired him. He was a great lawyer and inspired her to be a great lawyer. Lindsay thought back to the first time she faced off with Anderson Pearson in a courtroom. What a pivotal moment in her life that had been. At the time Pearson had been defending a cigarette company. She had been representing a widower who lost his wife to lung cancer and wanted compensation from the cigarette manufacturer. The case had been an uphill battle from the start, but Lindsay believed in the merits of it. Even when she found out Pearson was representing the cigarette company Lindsay refused to give up. Her persistence paid off then. The client walked away with a one-point-seven million-dollar settlement, and at a time when the firm was in dire straits. Now Lindsay was in court with Anderson Pearson again, this time defending him against murder charges. She knew she'd won Pearson's respect during that cigarette trial. Why else would he have come to her now in his most desperate hour? She owed him the same kind of persistence she had shown during the cigarette trial. If it meant losing a little sleep, fine. That was nothing compared to what Pearson was going through. His life was on the line here. Pearson's life was worth losing sleep over. "Are you ever going to bed?" The disembodied voice jolted Lindsay from her thoughts. She glanced up from the legal pad in front of her. Helen was standing in the doorway of her bedroom wearing an oversized T-shirt with Daffy Duck on the front with the words "You're Despicable" printed under him. Her dark hair was matted and she looked exhausted. "What are you doing up?" Lindsay asked. "I think that's my line." Lindsay sighed. She'd been lectured by just about everyone she knew and she was way too tired to get another lecture now. Especially from Helen. She loved the woman dearly and knew that deep down Helen was the sweetest person in the world, but sometimes her friend and roommate had a hard time leaving that tough-as-nails District Attorney persona in the courtroom and Lindsay wasn't in the mood to be cross-examined right now. "Please don't start with me," Lindsay said. Helen padded across the room and sat down next to her on the sofa. She put her feet up on the one small area of coffee table not stacked with legal pads and books. "What should I do with you?" "Support me unconditionally?" "I do." "But . . .?" "I'm worried about you," Helen said. "Don't be." "Can't help it," Helen said. "Comes with the job. Can you at least take a break?" Lindsay smiled. "Sure." She leaned back on the sofa and snuggled up next to Helen for support. In answer Helen started to massage her shoulders. Sitting on the couch for hours had put a real kink in her neck and she was grateful to have Helen's nimble fingers at her service. "God, you are tense," Helen said. "Been a long day." "So naturally you make it longer." "Yeah," Lindsay answered with a sigh. Helen worked at the knots in Lindsay's shoulders. "So how is it going?" "Good. I think." "You think?" Lindsay sighed again. "I don't know. One minute I think I'm on to something and the next minute it seems to all fall apart. Maybe I'm too close to this . . . lost my perspective." "You could let Bobby take over," Helen suggested. "No." Lindsay shook her head. "Bobby is one of the best defense lawyers I have ever met. He might even be the best. But he doesn't believe in this case like I do. If it were up to him we would have given up by now." Helen started to knead the aching muscles at the base of her neck. "Bobby *is* good. I've learned that the hard way. If he thinks it's time to throw in the towel, then maybe-" "I can't do that," Lindsay said. "I'd be letting Pearson down." "Sweetie, don't lose sight of the fact that he did shoot someone. This isn't an innocent man on trial, here." Lindsay nodded. Sometimes she did lose sight of that. She got so wrapped up in defending Anderson Pearson and trying to keep him out of jail that she forgot why she had to defend him in the first place. He had taken a life. Maybe sending him to prison wasn't the best thing to do; it certainly wasn't the best thing for him. But that didn't mean his actions should be ignored. "I can't give up on him," Lindsay finally said. "I know," Helen said, caressing her neck. "It's one of things about you that I really admire." Lindsay glanced over her shoulder. "You really mean that?" "Yes," Helen said, nodding. She got a thoughtful look on her face. "You make a commitment to something then you see it through. No matter what kind of toll it takes on you. That is an amazing quality, and a rare one. I'm always very impressed with you, Lindsay. Always." The two of them shared a long look then Helen went back to massaging her shoulders. Lindsay was in heaven. It was just what she needed after a long night bent over her notes. She could feel the tension starting to ebb. "Mmmmm," Lindsay purred. "That feels nice." "You really should get some sleep, you know," Helen said. "I know," Lindsay replied. "But I still have a ton of work to do." Helen sighed. She pushed Lindsay back to look at her. "You're going to run yourself into the ground, kiddo. How does that help your client?" "I can sleep when this case is finished," Lindsay said. "I'm willing to offer cash incentives if you will just call it a night." "Your offer is rejected, counselor." "All right," Helen said, "if I can't buy you off maybe I can offer you something in trade." "Like what?" "Me," Helen said. "I beg your pardon?" "I'm offering myself to you," Helen said. "I'm offering an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex. I'll leave you so wiped you'll have no choice but to get some sleep." Lindsay shook her head, laughing. "You are such a nut. What would you do if I actually accepted?" "Give you an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex," Helen replied without missing a beat. "Uh huh." "If it would get you into a bed -any bed- I would do it in a heartbeat." "I'm flattered," Lindsay said. "You are a real friend to make such a sacrifice for me." Helen smiled. It was a sad, almost wistful, smile. "It wouldn't be a sacrifice. Oh no. Not even a little one." That caught Lindsay off guard. What was Helen telling her? It couldn't be what she thought! Could it? Lindsay got her answer when Helen reached over and touched her cheek, caressing it. Good God. Was this really happening? Lindsay could feel her heart beating faster and breathing normally seemed to take an awful lot of effort for something that should have come naturally. When Helen looked into her eyes Lindsay saw something very different in them. Was it new or had she just never noticed that look before? Lindsay wasn't sure. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, their silence gathering like storm clouds that would either burst in a downpour or float away harmlessly. Which would it be? Lindsay froze when Helen leaned closer. She couldn't move, couldn't react, and before Lindsay knew it Helen's lips were pressed against hers. The touch of Helen's lips made her pulse quicken. Lindsay felt lightheaded. She couldn't think straight. There was no other way to explain why she opened her mouth to Helen and allowed the kiss to deepen. That just wouldn't have happened if she were thinking straight. Would it? Helen broke the kiss just as spontaneously as she initiated it then bent forward so their foreheads were touching. Both of them were breathing hard. Lindsay could still feel Helen's lips just barely against hers. "Um, what was that, exactly?" Lindsay asked. Helen sighed against her lips. "A mistake we can chalk up to impulse and lack of sleep. Or a promise of something more." "How much more?" "However much you want," Helen replied. Lindsay looked at her. "What do *you* want?" "Mostly I want to show you a little love and tenderness," Helen answered softly. Lindsay shuddered as Helen's fingers pushed through her hair. It was a simple gesture of affection but it excited her more than she ever could have imagined possible. "Have you . . . ever . . .?" "Gone to bed with a woman?" "Mmhmm," murmured Lindsay. Helen said, "Yes." "You never told me." Lindsay tried to keep the hurt from her voice. The two of them had been best friends forever. She thought she knew everything there was to know about Helen Gamble. But that clearly wasn't the case, or she wouldn't have been so taken aback when Helen kissed her. "It was just a . . . thing," Helen said. She seemed hard-pressed to find a word to describe whatever kind of relationship there had been in her past. "Hardly worth mentioning." Lindsay looked up at her friend, seeing her as if for the first time. "Is that what this is? Just a thing?" "No," Helen told her. "It could never be just a thing with us. You're my best friend. I love you. I'm not sure where this could lead, or what it would mean, but it would be more than just thing." Lindsay considered that while Helen's fingers moved through her hair. She decided she really liked when Helen did that. It surprised her just how much she liked it. Maybe she was just tired, or maybe was still a little shell-shocked from when Helen kissed her, but Lindsay had a sudden urge to nuzzle her face into Helen's palm. She couldn't believe this. Five minutes ago the world made sense to her and now Lindsay had no idea what was going on. She was the kind of person who liked to compartmentalize, to keep the various parts of her life in neat little boxes. Helen had always been in the "best friend" box. Lindsay never thought to put her anywhere else. But now? Now she wasn't so sure where Helen fit in her life. Where did she want her? With each passing second the answer became much clearer. And it startled her. "Come to bed with me, Lindsay," Helen whispered. "Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. But please. Come to bed." Lindsay had to answer twice. The first time she tried to answer the words got trapped in her throat and came out a barely audible squeak. She had better luck the next time when she croaked out a guttural, "All right." Sharing another meaningful look, Helen got up and headed into her bedroom. Lindsay followed after her. Each step she took seemed to make her knees weaker and by the time she found herself in Helen's room her legs had turned to rubber and she could barely stand up under her own power. But Helen was there to prop her up. Hands slid across her hips with a sureness that gave Lindsay strength then Helen pulled her into another kiss. The novelty of having Helen's lips pressed against hers hadn't worn off but the element of surprise was no longer there, allowing Lindsay to enjoy it much more this time. She noticed the lushness of Helen's lips this time around, soft and delicate, but also determined . . . even insistent. Lindsay responded to that with a soft moan. The hands on her hips did nothing more than rest there but she felt a stinging warmth where they touched her as if Helen's fingers were made of flame. Lindsay slid her hands up and down Helen's back, almost like she needed to reassure herself she was real . . . that this was happening and not a surreal dream. Then Helen's tongue found hers and the rest of her doubts vanished. The kiss deepened even more. Lindsay practically swooned. She was desperate for air. It was that need and nothing more that finally broke them apart. Panting for breath, Lindsay stared into Helen's eyes. She'd never seen a look of such raw hunger before. There was no doubting Helen wanted her. It shook her. But there was more in those eyes than just desire. She saw love . . . affection. Those feelings went hand in hand with the more primal urges that led them into the bedroom. Lindsay didn't so much as flinch when Helen started to unbutton her blouse but her insides were tied in one massive knot. She pulled in a deep breath and held it until Helen got her blouse open at last and pushed it over her shoulders. Helen gave her an inquisitive look as if to confirm the next step and when Lindsay didn't protest Helen reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. The look that flickered over Helen's face was nothing short of lascivious. Lindsay shuddered. It wasn't like Helen had never seen her topless before! She had been known to run around the apartment half-naked, especially when she overslept and had to rush through her morning routing. But that was in the context of friendship. Tonight she and Helen were lovers seeing each other in a new light. As if to underscore that point, Helen pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. The only thing she had on underneath it was a pair of white cotton panties, and soon even those were gone. Lindsay took a deep breath and released it slowly as she looked Helen up and down. She had seen Helen in various states of undress many times, but in this new light Lindsay saw for the first time just how beautiful Helen really was. She had a pair of luscious breasts and a remarkably flat tummy that made Lindsay absolutely green with envy. Then her gaze drifted lower, to the neatly trimmed thatch of dark hair between Helen's legs. It never looked so inviting before. Hooking a finger in the waistband of her jeans, Helen pulled her closer and went to work and getting the rest of her clothes off. Lindsay trembled with anticipation as Helen got her jeans open then pushed them down over her hips. She stepped out of them. Helen flashed her a smile then crouched down in front of her and slowly peeled off her panties. The fact that Helen's face was practically in her pussy was not lost on Lindsay. Soft, warm breath against her inner thighs was an ever-present reminder of that. She was desperate for Helen to lean forward and disappointed when she stood up without touching her down there. Face to face, Helen and Lindsay stared at each other for a long time before Helen made the first move toward the bed. Lindsay climbed into bed with her. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as the two of them moved against each other under the covers. The feel of Helen's naked body pressed against hers made Lindsay whimper with need. She slid her hand up Helen's thigh, delighting in the smoothness of her skin. Helen answered with a hand at her breast. Lindsay groaned. She arched her back to push more of herself into Helen's grasp and Helen responded to her offer, caressing her supple flesh, kneading it, bringing her nipple to erection with the flat of her thumb. Lindsay gasped and sighed between kisses. Each touch left her impatient for more. She could feel the dampness pooling between her legs but so far Helen paid that part of her no attention. Did Helen have any idea what this was doing to her? Because she was going out of her mind! Inching lower, Helen took one of her nipples into her mouth and suckled it. Lindsay moaned in answer. She tangled her fingers in silky black hair and sighed as Helen took each of her breasts in turn, sucking them, flicking rock-hard nipples with her tongue until both had been thoroughly worked over. Lindsay pulled Helen's mouth to hers and kissed her again, deeply, hungrily, unable to get enough of those sweet lips. This time it was Helen who moaned into the kiss. Helen cupped her breast and squeezed it lovingly, teasing her nipples again. But that wasn't where Lindsay wanted to be touched! Was Helen trying to drive her mad? Or was she waiting for some kind of signal that Lindsay wanted more? Lindsay took Helen's hand in hers and guided it to the ache between her legs. Now if that wasn't a signal nothing was! Lindsay moaned in approval as Helen's fingers brushed over her slit. Helen had the softest touch, dragging one pitiful moan after another across her lips without ever once slipping inside her. It was incredible! Helen had her writhing on the bed in no time, it seemed, the kisses she and Helen shared growing more and more urgent as Helen rubbed her pussylips. "Helen, yes," Lindsay muttered. "Yes . . . yes . . . oh God!" For the second time Helen inched lower down the bed, but the kisses didn't stop at her breasts this time. Oh no. Helen kissed a zigzagging path down her tummy. Lindsay groaned and spread her thighs to Helen, offering herself, surrendering her sopping wet flesh. Helen kissed her inner thighs, one side then the other, before pressing those delectable lips to her slit. Lindsay arched off the bed with a deep groan as Helen went down on her. She clawed at the bed like an animal, grunting, gasping, hips bucking out of control. Helen was ferocious. She licked up and down the length of her cleft then dipped inside, pushing Lindsay closer and closer to the edge of release. Lindsay could feel her climax building already. It started as a dull twinge in the pit of her gut and grew from there, getting more and more intense until she wanted to just scream out in delicious agony. What was Helen doing to her? Lindsay approved, that was for sure. She tingled from head to toe, but most of all between her legs, where Helen was, her friend turned lover, licking her into sweet oblivion. The pressure against her mound was becoming more and more intolerable and just when Lindsay didn't think she could take another moment of this torture Helen's tongue curled around her throbbing clit to finish her off. Lindsay slammed her head back against the pillow as she came, head spinning, heart pounding, toes bent so far back Lindsay thought she could touch the top of her foot. Lavishing her thighs and belly with a flurry of feather-light kisses, Helen crawled back up the bed and snuggled next to her. Lindsay pulled Helen into her arms and kissed her, hungrily, tasting a hint of herself on Helen's lips and loving it. She slid her hands up and down Helen's back, spending more and more time down than up, delighting in the tightness of Helen's butt. When Lindsay gave it a squeeze Helen moaned into the kiss. "Y-you don't have to," Helen whispered. Lindsay shushed her with another kiss then said, "But I want to. That's okay, isn't it?" "Yes," Helen answered, sighing. "Oh yes." Kissing her again, Lindsay deftly slipped a hand between Helen's legs in search of damp flesh. She found it with ease. Helen groaned and moved against her, humping her hand, desperate for a firmer touch as she gently caressed silken folds. Lindsay touched Helen the same way she touched herself when the nights dragged on too long and the loneliness was more than she could bear. She dragged the tip of her finger up and down Helen's slit, lazily, taking things slowly at first. Helen moaned between kisses in obvious approval. Lindsay stroked Helen lovingly, working her into a tizzy before easing two fingers into her cunt. She met no resistance. Helen was so wet she slid in easily. Starting slowly, Lindsay thrust her fingers in and out of Helen's pussy. Helen broke the kiss and moaned. She sounded so desperate. Lindsay covered Helen's throat with hot, hungry kisses as she pumped her fingers into Helen much faster now, her pace working up to frantic. She could feel the tightening around her fingers and knew Helen was getting close. With her fingers wrenched up Helen's clenching pussy Lindsay used her thumb to massage Helen's clit. She pummeled it, rubbing the hard little nub faster and faster while she buried her fingers in deep. Helen grunted and gasped, moaned and sighed, running impatient fingers through her hair as Lindsay brought her to climax. Lindsay kissed and nibbled Helen's neck until the last tremors of orgasm faded then pulled her fingers out. She slathered the stickiness on her fingers across Helen's throat then licked it off. Helen pulled her into a kiss before she got the last of it. But the kiss more than made up for it. The two of them curled up together under the covers. Lindsay put her head on Helen's shoulder and draped her arm over Helen's flat tummy. The need for sleep weighed heavily on her eyelids. Helen stroked her hair. "This feels nice," Lindsay murmured. "Mmhmm," Helen purred. "So . . . did I hold up my end of the bargain?" Lindsay giggled. "Yes. And then some." "Then you have to do something for me," Helen said. "I will," Lindsay said. She snuggled even closer. "If you promise to keep holding me." "I promise," Helen assured her. "Mmmmm . . . good," Lindsay yawned. As she drifted off to sleep in Helen's arms, Lindsay finally remembered where she put her yellow highlighter. 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