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A/N: For Sezzie, who wanted Miss Parker/Lyle. You made me do a bad thing :looks for place to hide:
She storms into your office, her leather coat flapping behind her. Her eyes flash fire and she is unusually pale. Your glance sweeps her from head to toe, and you lick your lips in anticipation. She's beautiful when she's angry.
"Something I can do for you, Miss Parker?" Your tone carries just the right amount of suggestiveness and nonchalance.
"Did you know?" She drops a folder onto the desk. DNA results.
"Oh. That."
She slaps you. "You're my – We – Shit! Fuck!"
"We already did that."
She's not amused.
Your only regret is that you couldn't keep it secret for longer.
She storms into your office, her leather coat flapping behind her. Her eyes flash fire and she is unusually pale. Your glance sweeps her from head to toe, and you lick your lips in anticipation. She's beautiful when she's angry.
"Something I can do for you, Miss Parker?" Your tone carries just the right amount of suggestiveness and nonchalance.
"Did you know?" She drops a folder onto the desk. DNA results.
"Oh. That."
She slaps you. "You're my – We – Shit! Fuck!"
"We already did that."
She's not amused.
Your only regret is that you couldn't keep it secret for longer.
