I walked at an agonisingly slow pace carrying a boiling hot cup of tea to the bedside table, staring down at it in between periodic glances up to not crash into furniture. It felt weird being the one making tea for Y/N late at night, but she has been working overtime non-stop for the past week and a half.

"Thank you Tom. Hey, quick question, do you know anyone called Nicholas Le Blanc? And if you do, do you know if he ever traded multiple currencies of bank notes across international borders?" Y/N asked me, looking up from her laptop and sitting up against the bed head.

We've been through this a million times already, I'm not snitching on anyone in The Family just to bail out my Dad. I stared at her blankly, like I do every time she asks me if I know about specific people mentioned in the case.

"Tom, seriously I won't snitch I just need to piece together the story more so I can help Dominic," she sighed, looking at me in defeat as I would never crack.

"Normal criminal psychologists wouldn't have that sort of information anyway," I chuckled, walking into the ensuite bathroom and beginning to brush my teeth.

"Yeah but I'm not a normal crim psych, I'm breaking the law to try and get your Dad a lesser sentence remember?" She called out, making me come out of the bathroom just to roll my eyes at her dramatically.

Despite the toothbrush bristles scrubbing against my teeth, I could still hear Y/N typing on her laptop. It was almost eleven at night and she got home at eight. She microwaved her dinner and worked whilst she ate. It was unhealthy being this obsessive over work but I didn't want to jeopardise Dad's case; she was helping us.

I did however try to make her take breaks if she was so adamant about working late at home. She was reluctant to agree at first but I would make her take a short five minute break every hour to clear her head, socialise with me and tell me something about her day that wasn't work related.

Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing with mouthwash, I inspected my freshly healed cut on my cheekbone. I had only gotten the stitches out two days ago and I had to use all these types of creams and oils to help, but it was great being able to go to the gym again.

Back in the bedroom Y/N continued to work, her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed in on the tiniest of details in Dad's case. She told me that multiple people had mentioned Uncle Jacks name but nothing was ever set in stone enough to classify as evidence. Son of a bitch, I'm still convinced he's the one who put a hit put on Dad.

"Y/N love, you need to stop working for the night and just relax okay? You've still got a few days until the case," I said getting into bed next to her and closing her laptop screen.

"I just don't want to fuck up, I want to help your Dad get out of jail faster than his current sentence..." She sighed, shuffling down under the covers and propping herself up on her elbow to face me, as I was doing.

"The fact you're even at the second trial is good enough for me. And if you wear your fake sexy office glasses in court I won't be able to stop watching you," I teased.

"Shut up, I probably won't even be talking on the stand. The jury won't know who I am they'll just hear my statements read out by the judge. It's too dangerous to have me identify myself as the crim psych assigned to the case. But I'll still be visible up the front facing you guys kind of," she said smiling gently.

"See? You're talking a million miles a minute. You need to relax darling," I said leaning forward and kissing her softly, my fingertips nestled under her chin.

"Just-" I said between kisses.

"Relax," I finished, kissing down to her jaw and finally her neck. She rolled back to lie on her back, squealing and trying to push me off her.

"Tom, you just told me to relax what are you doing?" She protested, in a light and joking way.

"I meant what I said. Just relax," I said drifting my hand up her pyjama shirt, softly cupping one of her breasts in my palm. She exhaled deeply, finally starting to relax as I left a slight bruise on her neck.

It would be covered by her hair if she left it out, nothing a little makeup couldn't hide if she brushed it back over her shoulder. She'd kill me tomorrow when she saw it. She always huffs when she finds a hickey on herself, yet she never stops me in the moment; I think she secretly likes them.

At this stage I had dragged the very tips of my fingers down her torso and into the hand of her underwear, her skin warm against my still cold fingers. As I ran my middle finger between her folds, she closed her eyes. A small smile crept onto her face as she spread her legs for me.

"No darling, I want you to look at me whilst I touch you. I want to see how good I make you feel," I said using my spare hand to pull her face towards me on her pillow, her eyes lit up in excitement and slight shock.

"Good girl," I smirked, dipping one of my fingers inside of her before a second. They pumped in and out slowly, yet with ease from the fact she was growing wetter with every movement. With my free hand I cupped her cheek gently, caressing her skin with my thumb as I watched her.

My thumb circled around her clit as I saw her facial expressions change with my touch. I pressed a little more firmly, slowly right down as her eyes fluttered. She was close, I knew it before she even had to tell me.

As her climax built, her eyes shut again instinctively. This prompted me to grip her jaw tightly and demand she look at me again, to look at me whilst she came.

And she did, her warm cum dripping down my fingers as I slowed down the pace in which I curled them inside of her. Eventually I pulled them out and chuckled, pressing them against her lips as she sucked on them; kinky Y/N, kinky.

"That wasn't particularly relaxing Tom," she joked, laughing as she kissed me delicately.

"Yeah but it was stress relief from working so hard every day," I grinned.

That it was...
That it was.