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It was hot. The high plus temperature, the lack of a working air conditioner - this added passion to the court session. The jury, headed by the chairman, watched the dispute. It's always been so hard to make decisions that seem to be on a plate right in front of them.
The judge, an adult, almost elderly man with sparse gray in his hair, sighed wearily, dabbing the sweat on his neck with a handkerchief. The audience - relatives of the victim, friends and colleagues of the accused hated today's event. The loud voices of the disputants made them shudder every time.
Great. As always, she looked great. A tight black dress and a light pink powder blazer emphasized the advantages and hid the shortcomings. Although, Tegan thought that such a woman had no flaws. The burgundy lipstick seemed to give confidence to the words abruptly flying out of Keating's mouth.
"Your Honor, we want to invite a witness, the victim's friend Claire Newton".
Annalise glanced at the accuser, a middle-aged man, too self-confident in her opinion. There are only men around. The judge, the prosecutor, the assistant prosecutor, half of the jury, their client, the client's colleagues -most of the people in the stuffy hall were men. This was starting to put pressure on Keating.
"What about women? Powerful, beautiful, intelligent women".
At these thoughts, Annalise turned around, looking at the second lawyer. Tegan.
"Okay, there is one here after all".
Annalise abruptly got to her feet, getting up from the table, and went straight to the witness. She stopped a meter in front of her.
"Miss Newton, did you lie in your testimony?"
"No!"
Her client, or rather the client of Kaplan & Gold, who came to Tegan, almost with his tail between his legs, was rich. Naturally, he could not lose his entire business, shares, invested money because of the accusation of a former secretary of rape. Jonathan claimed that he could not do this, since he had stayed at home that morning because he was unwell, but of course no one could confirm this.
Tegan took a deep breath, a simple matter, in principle, it was immediately clear that the secretary just wanted money in retaliation for the dismissal, and she would have figured it out in five minutes, even if there was no evidence. If she hadn't let Annalise handle the case.
Oh, she was like a hurricane, demolishing everything in her path. For lack of a better strategy, Annalise continued to press the witness.
"Miss Newton, did you incite your friend, the alleged victim, and come up with a story about rape?"
"No, it was all with Jody! She told me as soon as she came home from work!"
"So Miss Rhodes was raped by her boss, completed the allotted time, calmly went to the grocery store, came home and told you about it?"
"No, she didn't go anywhere!"
"Your Honor..."
Annalise took the remote control from the table and turned on the surveillance video.
"Your Honor, in this video we can notice the victim in the store at 6 pm, after work! As you can see, she calmly makes purchases and does not express the emotions of what happened in any way!"
"This is a fake, Jody came home right after work! She was wearing different clothes"
"You are lying to the court, Miss Newton!"
"I protest, Your Honor, pressure on the witness!"
Annalise turned at the prosecutor's voice, flashing almost evil eyes. She intended to finish this case today and not drag it out.
"Accepted. Miss Keating, where did you get this recording?"
"My technician got it!"
"Your Honor, since the witness claims that this is a fake, I ask Miss Keating to provide the original to the prosecutor's office so that we can check for the presence of the installation".
Annalise began to boil, the day started well, and now she wanted to shut up the annoying accuser and bring the witness to the truth.
"Accepted. Miss Keating, you will provide the recording".
"Your Honor, the witness is covering for his girlfriend to get money!"
"No, that's not true!"
Ohh, Annalise thought that acting talent was dying in this girl.
"Tell the truth, Miss Newton! Tell the truth to the court, to the jury!"
"Annalise".
Tegan half rose from her chair, calling her friend's name softly, prompting her to tone it down. Otherwise, the judge will not like Annalise's behavior.
"Miss Keating!"
"Your friend was fired and you have nothing to pay for the apartment!"
"No, it's not like that!"
"Miss Keating! I'm giving you a warning!"
"That's why you came up with this plan!"
"That's why you came up with this plan!"
"You want to force my client to pay compensation!"
"No!"
"Miss Keating! Miss Price, calm down your lawyer!"
"Annalise!"
Tegan stood up completely, hoping that her voice would bring Annalise to reason. The judge was hammering, calling the lawyer to order. The jury and the audience froze in anticipation of the resolution of the conflict. Some of them were smiling. It was almost funny, like going to the theater.
"Admit it, admit it, you just need the money!"
"No!"
"Admit that you slandered my client!"
"Annalise!"
"Miss Keating! I repeat, I am giving you a warning, otherwise I will be forced to remove you from the hall and from the meeting!"
"You are a liar, like your girlfriend, you need my client's money!"
"No!"
"Annalise!"
After these words, the witness covered her face with her hands, tears flowed down her palms, and quiet sobs echoed through the hall. The judge hit the hammer again. So much so that it probably left a dent. Only then did Annalise fall silent. She seemed to be steaming, that's how angry she was. This line almost always worked flawlessly - the witness gave up under pressure and confessed to lying. Something went wrong this time. Either her client is lying, and he really raped the former secretary, or Annalise will pay for the training of the witness in the acting college. Annalise took a deep breath. Tegan closed her eyes and sat down heavily on a chair. The way the judge got angry didn't bode well.
"That's enough, Miss Keating, that's enough! You're not listening to me! I gave you two warnings, and you didn't stop!"
The judge shifted his gaze to the lawyers' and client's table and turned to Tegan. Price rose from her chair, giving Annalise a hard look.
"Since this is a client of C&G, and Ms. Keating's behavior is inappropriate, I am suspending her from this case, Ms. Price. There are many decent, adequate lawyers in your company who respect the court!"
Annalise took a step towards the judge.
"Adequate? Your Honor, you have no right to assess my condition! As far as I know, you don't have the right education!"
"Stop Miss Keating! You're suspended. Miss Price, pick a new lawyer. The hearing is postponed to Thursday!"
Annalise had no choice but to return to the table.
"Very good. Did you manage, right, Annalise?"
"Tegan."
"Shut up, we'll figure it out in the office."
Tegan turned to the client, discussing details with him. Then they all left the meeting room together to Annalise's quiet indignation.
***
The Caplan &Gold office was full. Some students were working on a real case, someone was studying educational material, someone (Asher) was just drinking coffee and staring at the ceiling; the rest of the staff were busy with work chores. But everyone paid attention to loud conversations, or rather even disputes, when the elevator doors opened and a troika: two lawyers and a client, came out. Tegan was ahead of everyone, and if she had superpowers, she would definitely have scattered everyone in the corners. She was unhappy, angry. No matter how professional a lawyer Annalise was, sometimes Price was killed by her behavior.
"Is Miss Keating no longer working on this case? How will you help me? I'm paying a lot of money".
Jonathan wasn't speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear, but enough to put pressure on Tegan.
"Forgive us for this. I'll take this case myself, let's meet tomorrow morning and discuss everything again".
Tegan stopped in the middle of the corridor, opposite the students' table, talking. He nodded, and then turned around and walked away from the building, hitting Annalise with a contemptuous look.
"So can I congratulate you? Did you win the case?"
Under the weight of the silence coming from the two lawyers, Michaela realized that everything had not gone according to plan. Very much not according to plan. Annalise took a deep breath as she followed Tegan into her office.
"Tegan, you know it's always worked great".
Price took off her coat, throwing it on the couch. She sat down at a computer desk, and then banged her head noisily against it.
"Tegan, you shouldn't react like that, I've always worked like this".
"Annalise. I don't belittle your professional abilities, I know how good a worker you are in your field".
Tegan raised her head and looked at her, Annalise almost read the anger in her words.
"But I, as a managing partner, don't like it when you bring a witness to tears and by your behavior you get suspended from the case!"
It was aristocratic to have glass walls, doors, but not practical - everyone was always staring. It was impossible to talk calmly, kiss, hug.
"I know how you work, Annalise, but if it happens every time, then it's a bad strategy!"
Keating sat down in the chair opposite her, seeming to feel that she had gone too far during the interrogation. She intended to calm Tegan down, apologize, and make amends. Annalise reached out, lightly stroking T's fingers. Price pulled her hand away.
"We're at work".
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Price".
Annalise was offended, they often argued, but that's what she hated - the inability to call Tegan her girlfriend at work, hold her hand as a sign of reconciliation, interlace fingers, hug, kiss. But she hated it even more when Tegan besieged her so harshly.
"As always, I'll deal with it, Annalise. And you go, you have another job. And if not, then play with your kids. Take them to the zoo, let them stare there, not here".
Annalise turned around, looking at her students and they immediately pretended that they were not watching their quarrel. Behind their work quarrel.
"Tegan, I'm asking you, we'll figure it out together, I'll help".
"You don't have to help anymore, Annalise! You shouldn't meet this client, and your name shouldn't be in the papers. Thank you for giving me more work".
"Well, I can still help. To get evidence".
"We have already taken a video recording for research. And they'll know that Oliver mounted it. Therefore, before tomorrow's meeting with the client, I have to find evidence. The hearing is the day after tomorrow".
Tegan looked at her and made it clear that Anneliese should vacate her office. Keating sighed sullenly, frowning.
"All right, I get it".
Annalise didn't like to quarrel. This meant that when they arrived home, they would be silent. They will have dinner in silence, watch TV in silence, and there will be no sound in the bedroom that night. If they quarreled over which movie to watch, then reconciliation would necessarily be marked by hot sex with loud moans.
Although, of course, they would not quarrel over such a trifle. Tegan loved Annalise beyond memory and was inferior almost always and in everything. Price was pleased to see Annalise's smile of enjoyment from watching Titanic for the hundredth time. Despite the "Boss Bitch" lifestyle, pleasing your girlfriend was Tegan's goal.
Until it came to the bedroom. Tegan really almost always took the initiative in her own hands. And not because Annalise couldn't do the job. In this case, T was dominant. It was incredibly sweet to feel Annalise's juices on my lips and fingers. To hear her guttural moans. Consider in the morning the scratches on the shoulders left in a fit of passion. At night, Tegan's head was between Annalise's legs longer than on the pillow. And wrinkles often appeared on the fingers, as if from a long stay in the shower.
So that's not going to happen tonight. In upset feelings, Annalise went into her office, put her bag on the table. Tegan was her boss. And if the boss is angry, then her girlfriend is also angry. They knew how to separate work and personal, but, apparently, not today.
"Should I cook a delicious dinner? Do a massage with oil? Tegan will be working all evening. She will definitely need a rest before going to bed".
Annalise swiped her phone's lock screen to look at a photo of her work screen. Tegan was gorgeous in an orange dress with ruffles and massive gold earrings. She was moving in the dance, which is why the photo turned out to be slightly smeared. But so atmospheric that as soon as they returned from the salsa club and experienced a night of amazing sex, Annalise put this photo on the work screen. Not on the lock screen - away from people's eyes.
Surely many people around knew that they were dating, but no one spoke about it out loud. Annalise leaned back wearily in her chair and looked at Tegan through the transparent walls.
Price was worried. Annalise's loss and her removal from the case really added to the problems. Now she had to correct all the documents, replacing Annalise's name with her own. Send the edited video to the prosecutor and hope that idiots work there. And she'll probably miss lunch. Tegan always knew the sequence of her actions, but now she seemed a little confused. Keating took off her shoes under the table and unbuttoned her blazer, rubbing her temples and watching the girl.
By the end of the working day, the students had dispersed, the employees had left their seats, and Tegan was left alone in the office. Annalise left a few hours ago for a meeting with another client and was already at home.
Tee glanced at the phone. It was late enough to work in an empty building. She put the case files in her bag and went down to the parking lot. Of course, Tegan wasn't so angry with Annalise anymore, but tension followed her.
For a moment, Price thought about the trajectory of her trip. Home to yourself or to Annalise? Putting her head on the steering wheel and starting the car, Tegan decided. Well, of course to Annalise. A few months of their meetings and most of T's belongings moved to Anna's penthouse. It was too cruel to leave her alone with herself that day.
"To separate work and personal. Separate work and personal. A bad mood should stay at work, Tegan".
With these thoughts, she drove out of the parking lot.
***
Opening the door with her key, Tegan went inside. She put her bag of documents on a chair and hung her coat in the closet. Annalise came out to meet her and stopped a meter away from her.
"You're late".
Keating took a deep breath, hopelessly lowering her hands to her sides.
"Well, some of my subordinates have added work to me".
Tegan could not resist making a sarcastic comment towards Annalise. She glanced sideways at her friend and picked up the shoes. Annalise took a couple of steps towards her and put her hand on her waist. Slowly stroking her curves, Anna soothed her.
"T, you know I've always worked like this, and it's always worked".
"Annalise, can't you just apologize?"
Keating smiled, lifting a hand to her back. She pulled Tegan to her, kissing her on the cheek. The wet kisses of Annalise's plump lips followed the cheekbone along the hairline and stopped at the ear. Slightly biting the tender skin, and then, licking the bite site, Anna spoke.
"We have the whole evening ahead of us. Do you want to take a shower first or have dinner?"
Tegan placed her palm on Annalise's chest, pushing her body away from his. Swaying her hips, she walked deeper into the apartment.
"Definitely in the shower".
Annalise smiled after her. She took the documents out of Tegan's bag. On the way to the kitchen, Anna left a folder on the table next to the sofa.
Hot girls need a hot shower. The walls of the shower cubicle were fogged up with steam, the water hit the floor with a noise. Tegan turned off the faucet and reached for a towel. After wrapping the body and securing the terry cloth, T came out of the bathroom and fell on the bed. She closed her eyes and ran her fingertips through her hair, massaging her scalp. The mattress next to her crumpled under the weight of another body.
"I need to work, I'm going to eat on the couch".
"Tegan, I can still help, you don't have to tell the client about it".
"No need, I'll manage, there's not much left, I'll finish the rest in the morning".
"Okay, I'll put the plate on the coffee table".
Tegan dodged Annalise's hand, which was definitely going to land on the Latina's shoulder, and got to her feet. Leaving the towel on the floor, Price put on lace panties, a Stanford University T-shirt and slightly stretched sweatpants.
"Annalise, I have to work".
Taking a plate of pasta and a mug of juice from the kitchen island, Tegan settled on the floor in front of the TV, comfortably leaning back on the sofa.
She shook the documents out of the folder on the table. Grabbing her laptop, Price wrote to a group of students to prepare new arguments and build a new line of defense. Tegan also wrote to the client, assuring him that at the next hearing she would try to clear him of all charges.
A few bureaucratic edits required two more hours of her time at the computer, another mug of juice and a small bag of chips. By the time Tegan pushed all the papers away from her, it was almost night. Price put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and headed to their bedroom.
"Annalise? Are you awake?"
The dark-skinned woman lowered the book to her lap, putting her finger between the pages. With her free hand, she pulled back the sheet from the side where Tegan was sleeping and patted the mattress. Price walked slowly to the bed. Leaving her pants on the floor, T climbed in, instantly putting her head on the pillow. The Latina turned on the light from her side.
"Annalise, what was that?"
Keating didn't want this conversation. She had already said everything she could, and it was not in her spirit to justify herself.
"You can put as much pressure on the witnesses as you want. I don't even mind if it brings results, not losses".
"I thought we had it all figured out".
"Hey".
Tegan turned on her side, put her hand on her elbow and rested her head on her palm. With a noisy sigh, Keating slammed the book shut, threw it on the bedside table and turned to face her.
"Why didn't you stop when the judge said? Brought the girl to tears? "You know she was overdoing it!"
"Is that all you can say?"
Rolling her eyes, Annalise took her hand.
"This is my character. My essence. Nerves, if that's what you want".
In response, Tegan almost weightlessly ran her fingers along her cheek, gently stroking the skin with her thumb.
"I know you can be different".
Grinning loudly, Annalise reached out to her, leaving a short kiss on her lips.
"I can only be like this with you. And then, it's hard for me."
Tegan stopped her attempt to move away to her side of the bed and grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place. Price moved closer to her and took her face in her hands. The kiss was slow. T gently touched the darker lips with her own, removing all the fatigue of the past day.
Her hand squeezed the neck and back of the dark-skinned woman. Circling Annalise's lower lip with the moist tip of her tongue, Tegan insistently slid it inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Letting out a noisy sigh, Keating responded to the kiss more zealously. She threw her leg over the Latina's body, leaning on her with her weight. Annalise slid her palms up her neck, magically massaging the back of her head with her fingers. Tegan spread her legs, letting Annalise come to her. Wrapping her legs around the hips of a dark-skinned woman, Price pressed her to herself, mirroring her body in contact with her.
The kiss continued until Annalise pulled away from her lips, breathing heavily. A pink tongue slid across T's lips. Slowly leading the wet path, Annalise first reached the neck, leaving a dark mark on it from kisses. Then the collarbone, biting the skin and smoothing out the slight pain with short kisses. Then the breasts. Annalise squeezed Tegan's elastic tits through her T-shirt, from which she sighed with a smile on her face and threw her head back in a silent moan.
The dark-skinned woman's palms got under the fabric, lifting it up and exposing her torso. Great body. Maybe Annalise didn't deserve him today with her behavior. Putting her thoughts aside, Keating returned to covering the entire body of her beloved woman with kisses.
Annalise knew how to handle her body. Play with the breasts, biting the nipples and leaving bruises from hickeys around. Listen to her heavy breathing, meaning "Damn it, lower your tongue to my clitoris, and don't move away until I cum." Watch as her stomach, thighs are covered with goosebumps from her hot breath.
Grabbing her pants along with her panties, Annalise was already intending to lower them, finally touching the wet and hot center.
"Wait, stop."
Annalise looked up at her in surprise. Tegan was panting, trying to catch her breath.
"Annalise, wait".
"Tegan?"
Keating sat down, watching Price's actions. Tegan got off the bed and walked around her, standing behind Annalise.
"Lie down".
"I thought you were the queen today?"
Guided by Tegan, Annalise sat on the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. Ti wordlessly took off the top of her silk pajamas, leaving her on the floor. Distracting the girl with a kiss, Price pulled down the pants with underwear, throwing them next to the jacket and throwing them aside with her foot.
Annalise was sitting in front of her completely naked. Getting excited, getting wet from Tegan's deep kisses and from what her magic hands were doing.
"I thought I was apologizing today?"
Without wasting any time, Tegan stepped between her legs and lowered her right hand down. With her left hand, squeezing her neck, she touched her forehead with her forehead. The lips were a centimeter apart, desperately catching an inaccessible kiss.
For a second, Annalise forgot how to breathe when Tee's strong fingers touched her bottom.
Tegan was a well-directed girl. She loved quick kisses on her breasts, thighs, and then Annalise's tongue exactly on the clitoris. And often all she needed was her tongue and lips.
Keating loved to be embraced all over. For T to spend a few minutes on her breasts. As the Latina says, "two balls of chocolate ice cream." Full, beautiful, soft breasts, from touching which moans are immediately audible. Nipples, like cherries, beckoning to kisses. There are several stretch marks and how it hangs a little. Well, what do you want, gravity. But, in a word, fucking tits.
So that Tegan left a few hot kisses on the pubis, exciting the nerve endings. Then she slowly and steadily slid her tongue over all the folds, penetrating the tip into the pussy oozing with sweet juices. And so that only a minute before orgasm, she focused on the pulsating clitoris and with her fingers inside, superbly pressing on the right points. Oh, Annalise definitely needed to have them inside her.
When Tegan's fingers were moist enough to come in and out with squelching sounds, she broke off the kiss and pushed Annalise on the bed.
"Turn on your stomach, please".
A dark-skinned woman didn't have to be asked twice. Right now, she would give a lot to get a release.
"Still, Tegan. I was guilty today".
"Well, my sex has a different logic".
Annalise felt completely devastated without any touches of the woman she loved.
"I'll be right there".
Keating heard T's footsteps in the direction of the closet, and then the sounds of searching for things.
"Attributes?"
"Sort of. Don't look".
Annalise laughed, burying her face in the sheets. A minute later, Tegan came back to her. The Latina climbed onto the bed and sat down next to her. T almost weightlessly ran his fingertips along Annalise's cheek, prompting her to raise her head. At that moment, Price covered the dark-skinned woman's eyes with a silk scarf and tied it at the back of her head.
"Tegan?"
Annalise could have sworn she felt her smile at that moment. Tegan bent down and went back to covering the chocolate-skinned body with kisses. When T reached the dimples on her lower back, Annalise lifted her ass up, hoping for kisses on her buttocks.
Price stroked her buttocks with her palm, and then slapped, leaving a ringing in the air. Keating jerked from such a surprise and almost took off the bandage, turning her head.
"Tegan?!"
"You. Punished".
Annalise paused, lowering her head. Somewhere deep inside herself, she smiled happily. Tegan pulled up a pillow and placed it under Keating's hips, taking a more comfortable position.
After checking the boundaries, Tegan struck again. The second, third, fifth, tenth, until Annalise began to respond with moans to her actions. Keating was already lifting her hips to meet her blows, accepting them as family. She shamelessly spread her legs, leaning on her knees. The ringing slaps became less frequent and stopped somewhere on the twenty-fifth.
The skin on the buttocks was flushed, all the folds were moistened even more, letting the juices flow down the legs and throbbing almost painfully in anticipation of touching.
Once again, squeezing the sheet so that the fabric almost tore, Annalise exhaled another moan and heard Tegan's distant words. The blows were so mixed with pleasure that even my ears were ringing.
"What?.."
"Annalise, get up on your knees."
Bending over, Annalise got on her knees, leaving her chest lying on the bed. Keating strained her ears and almost turned her ears like a cat, listening to the noise in the background.
Before she knew it, Annalise felt the tip of a rubber dildo pushing her wet folds apart and touching the clitoris ready for discharge.
So that's what the noise was. Fastened straps on the waist and hips of the Tegan.
Having sufficiently moistened the toy, Tegan poked her head into Annalise's pussy, and then entered them up to the balls. Letting her get used to the size, Price gently ran her palm over her back and lower back. Noticing the movement of Keating's hips trying to move towards her, T smiled and responded in kind.
Holding Annalise in one position, squeezing her hips with her palms, Tegan began to move the dildo, watching the reaction of the dark-skinned woman. And she definitely liked it.
Tegan grabbed Annalise's wrists, pulled her hands behind her back and pulled her to herself. They matched perfectly, kneeling in the middle of the bed. Like a big and small spoon.
Annalise tilted her head back, resting it on T's shoulder. The Latina immediately kissed her, taking all the moans and sighs. Tegan let go of Keating and the emptiness in her palms immediately filled her chest.
"Annalise..."
Tegan squeezed her nipples between her fingers. Her lip sank down on the dark neck, kissing.
"Annalise, listen to me..."
"I'm listening".
Tegan stopped the movement of her hips, frozen with a dildo inside her pussy.
"I love you... But if you're going to make trouble for me like this..."
Tegan's hand slid down her stomach, her palm covering the wet folds. The thumb began to slide slowly around the clitoris.
"I will be very... strongly... swear..."
Annalise covered her palm with her hand, hoping for more pressure.
"So, if possible, promise me... that you'll be a little more restrained..."
Tegan continued to gently press on her throbbing center, squeezing her chest with her other hand. Price bent down to her ear, bit the lobe and whispered.
"Otherwise I won't fuck you". Annalise moaned plaintively.
"Yes... yes, I promise... yeah..."
Tegan smiled, quickly kissed her neck and pushed her to her knees again, developing speed. It took a few more seconds for Annalise to come with loud moans.
Tegan was still moving, prolonging the pleasure, until Keating fell on the bed in a beautiful mess.
***
"My client was just defending herself. When you decided to slander her. For what? Work, money, power?"
Annalise stood in front of another witness. Behind her sat a client with a second lawyer-Tegan.
"Your client is to blame herself. It was she who leaked the compromising material".
The meeting had already lasted forty minutes, and Annalise was boiling.
"And you successfully used it and used it for your own purposes!"
About to continue the conversation, Annalise strained her voice, starting to speak louder, but stopped. Keating took a deep breath. She turned around, looking at Tegan. Price gave her a curt nod with a slight smile on her lips.
Lowering her tone, Annalise continued to ask questions.