Irresistible Meets Immovable
by Maia

Original post date: February 7, 2005

Alexis stood there gathering her strength. Her hands clutched the briefcase, as she counted in her head. One. Two. Hate him. Three. Four. Ass. Five. Six. Imbecile. Seven. Eight. Kill Ric. Nine. Ten.

She turned to face him not noticing that the courtroom was devoid of others. When they left was a mystery best left to String theorist or Quantum flux geeks. Obviously a free forming space anomaly opened up a quantum singularity and swallowed up the entire courtroom whole.

Alexis huffed. Sure. Of course. Not even a black hole would tolerate this man. There he stood.

“Idiot.”

“Aw, honey, tell me how you really feel!”

“You—you…” she sputtered, her face turning a nice shade of red as she clenched her hands.

Ric nodded his head bobbing with each sputter as she tried to spit it out. “You might want to breathe,” he suggested.

“This was my case!” she final got out in a loud angry yell. “It was an open and shut case of illegal search and…”

“You’re not having a seizure, are you?”

“Shut up!”

Ric watched a stain of red run up the back of her neck. She was fuming. He stifled a groan of appreciation. The woman looked good in red. She was furious, fuming, hot under the collar. It was very good; it was all good.

“It was the judge’s decision to remove you from the case,” he pointed out absolving himself of any wrongdoing. That was his story, and he was sticking to it.

“You didn’t want me on this case from the beginning. I resent having you turn the courtroom into a zoo just to have your way.”

Ric licked his lips taking his future reproduction ability in hand, and at great risk. He moved into her space, his hand moving hair off her neck. “Now, honey,” he cajoled softly, “I have a reputation to keep for getting my way.”

She pushed him off her. “Well, it ends here. You’re not having your way with me! I’m—I’ll...” she stomped her foot. She couldn’t even threaten to divorce his Armani clad ass, because she knew she wouldn’t do it.

“Really, what did I do wrong?”

Alexis’s eyes narrowed. “What didn’t you do wrong? You picked an argument with me in the middle of the prelim. You actually cross examined my witness for me!” Alexis sputtered again. “You called me ‘honey’ in the middle of the cross exam!”

“I call you honey all the time.”

“Not in court!” Alexis flopped her hands irritated.

“Maybe you should sit down. You look a little overheated. It’s not good for the baby.” He reached out a hand to help her sit down. She slapped it away.

The look in her eyes wasn’t good. Okay, so maybe he went too far. But was it his fault? Not likely, he huffed under his breath. What was a man—a newly expectant father to do? His wife irrationally wanted to continue working at a deadly pace, not taking time to slow down, or even eat right.

So what. Maybe he was overcompensating. Some women, they liked practicing picking up tissue paper as the most strenuous task of the day. Alexis could deal. She could learn to take it slower. If she loved him, she would do it for him—for their baby. He was just helping to get her to the point of reason. So what, maybe he had to sabotage a few of her cases. No biggie.

“He dismissed me from the court for having a conflict in interest! Me! Dismissed!” She threw her briefcase on the table in anger. “The humiliation! I can’t—I...” Alexis held up a hand wheezing deeply.

“Honey,” Ric said in concern going to help her.

“Do not touch me! Not if you value your life and any future children!” Alexis glared at him concentrating on breathing slower, calming herself.

Ric closed his eyes and cursed. Hmm, the damn surprise trip to Hawaii was probably out. She looked as if she could annihilate him with a quick swift kick to his...um, yeah—no kids after this. Shoot, he loved these pants, and when the hellion Alexis finished trampling his body, kicking him up and down courthouse and squeezing his balls out of his throat, these pants were going to be a mess. Heck, he was on the verge of an orgasm right there, just thinking about it. Damn, she got his mojo running.

“I sat there listening as my solid case was dissolved to your neurotic overprotective notions! I’m fine! The baby is fine! I can’t have you dismissing all my cases, pleading them out, or just humiliating me in court until the judge throws us both off the case!”

“I was thinking we should go to Hawaii, get a rest, and regroup. Childbirth is hard, and you need your energy.”

Alexis stood calmly in front of her table with hands clenched. She briefly nodded to herself. She got involved with him. She married him. She actually slept with him, though at that moment, she couldn’t imagine why.

“I’m pregnant, not incapacitated!”

“You’re tired, and...”

“I’m two months pregnant! What do I have to do? Put you in a straight jacket? I—I can’t take this for seven more months!”

Ric put a hand to his chest smoothing his tie down his front a slight flush moving up his neck. “Did you just offer me bondage?” Ric’s eyes darkened, and he seemed to be off somewhere in his head.

He came back to awareness violently as a shoe hit him in the head. “Hey!” he said as he faced his angry wife, all flushed and red, excited. “You made me bleed!” he said gathering up her flung shoe.

Alexis snorted. Yeah, like he ever complained about that! Freak. “You hid my heels!”

“You found most of them. They’re dangerous. You might trip, and it is terrible on the hamstrings.”

“So you told me.” Alexis rubbed a tired hand over her neck. He was a loon. He was insane. “If I knew making you an expectant father was going to do this to you, I would’ve gone away and came back with it done.”

“It’s not my fault. There’s this genetic thing happening, and...” Ric wiped the small amount of blood off his forehead where the spike of her heel had nicked him. Keeping the shoe in his hand, he watched her letting his rage build inside. Where did she find this pair of shoes? He removed all her really spiked heels.

“Save it! I don’t care! Just be here on Monday, bright, early for the Carlson case! Do not beat up, harass, or coerce anyone that looks at me sideways until then. Can you possibly do that?”

“Yes,” Ric said quietly, trying to keep his own anger down. “That guy that took your parking space deserved the ticket! I got you the close one so you wouldn’t have to walk far or take a chance of slipping on ice.”

“I swear, if you...”

That did it. Ric moved so fast she barely noticed him moving at all until it was too late. Grabbing her pretty blouse in the front, he pulled her close, very close.

“First, you should know, I’m not a man you should make empty threats to. I take them all very seriously, and I like the heat. Second, if you want to get me off, just keep it up. I’ve no problem taking anything you can throw at me. I’ll be here. I’ll behave, but not if you keep tempting me.”

Alexis gulped her own anger banking at the heat in his eyes. “I know you’re trying to protect me and the baby, but can’t you wait until I’m in the last trimester?”

“No.” Ric kissed her hard, his hand on her waist holding her firmly against him. He rubbed his head against her. “I see my unborn children in your eyes, Alexis. Don’t make me worry constantly for the next seven months. For once in your life, yield. I need this.”

“You make me angrier than a man has a right to, and may the saints have mercy on my miserable soul, I do love you—even when you are insane.” Alexis sighed, her hand going to his jaw that was hard and clenched. “This is really got you unnerved.”

“We can negotiate. Compromise.”

“We don’t do compromise. You and I, we never woo peacefully.”

“No heels over two inches.”

“Flats? You want me to wear ugly flats?”

“Two inches are not flat.”

“Fine,” she said. Sighing she gave it some thought. “No more shoving six glasses of milk in my face. I hate milk. I’ll drink three, and get the rest in other forms. Ice cream?” she suggested hopefully.

“Too much sugar.”

“Ric!”

He made a face. “Fine. For peace sake, milkshakes, yogurt, and cottage cheese.”

“I hate cottage cheese.”

“Scratch the cottage cheese and substitute with brie.”

“Okay, to the brie.” Alexis went for it. “You stop sabotaging my work.”

“No.”

“Ric!”

“Fine. You take half the normal load up until six months, but no domestic abuse cases or felons.”

Alexis made an angry noise in her throat. “What am I supposed to represent? Purse snatchers?”

“That’s a felony!”

“Dammit!”

“Honey, the baby,” he said admonishing her language.

“You’re unhinged and unreasonable.”

Ric gave her a long lingering look. “I love you, and I don’t want to have to ever see you in a hospital bed again, not unless you’re delivering, so work with me here. Work with me, and stop tempting me with offers of violence. You know how that gets me.” Ric kissed her hard and deep, keeping the kiss until her hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt. Pulling back he gave her a sultry grin. “Hold that thought. I have court.”

Ric let her go, grabbed his jacket and headed out of the courtroom. The touch of bravado in her eyes, the anger, the flash of heat...he gave his entire body a full shake. He even liked that touch of apprehension when he crowded her.

Good, it wasn’t right that she not learn to see him, see that parts of him that were scary. He didn’t want to mislead another woman. He liked her to see all parts of him, the control freak, and all other demons much further south. After all, they were joining their bodies in more ways than ones, and the outcome was going to be something uniquely them.

“Dammit! Give me back my shoe!” She stood there on one foot almost too angry to move. He gets her turned on, scraps her case, and then he walks out whistling!

“Uh-uh. Nope. You threw it at me, so now it’s mine.”

“Bastard!” Ric just laughed to himself. He could hear her moving behind him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he told her without turning around. “If you hit me with the other one, I’ll have the matched pair, and I might not take it kindly. Don’t force me to spank my wife. That should be a consent thing." Ric kept walking as she put her arm down and screamed in irritation.

God, couldn’t you see how in love with him she was?

Letting the door swing behind him, Ric pulled out his cell phone and arranged for someone to drive his wife home. He wouldn’t want her ticketed for improper footwear while operating a motor vehicle. Ric smiled as he hung up.

This Alexis and Ric thing was really working. He was getting better and better at compromise already. It was amazing what a man would do when he was in love.