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Subject: {ASSM} FIC: Quid Pro Quo (F/F)
Date: Tue,  2 Jul 2002 14:10:02 -0400
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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. She would definitely be ready for court in the
morning.

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