Just One Taste
Concept: Lawyer!Jordan Huxhold x Lawyer!AFAB Reader
Synopsis: After winning a huge court case that was a year in the making, Ambrosia finally gets a night to unwind. The entire law firm celebrates at a bar drinking, smoking, and doing other things. A night filled with exhilaration turns into sultry pleasure, and violence.
Content Warnings: Harsh language? Very brief mention of DV/DA, violence, mentions of blood, a gun, drinking, smoking, SMUT (in the next chapter), you get the gist. I’m not about to spoil the whole thing. If you’re under 18, don’t read this. I can barely handle the concept of someone under 20 doing so.
Word Count: ???
Music: I had two songs in mind while writing this. Dark Days (Revisited) - Art d’Ecco
Ambrosia - Siaynoq
Author Notes: This was originally supposed to be a oneshot, but I’m taking way too long to finish it. The layout looked WAY better on Google Docs, so if it looks like mondo duke on here, I apologize. (We need more options for the front sizes/styles/colors.)
Part 2
“The defendant is…”
Ambrosia’s heart relentlessly pounded out of her chest, she stood next to her client before the judge. The entire room was dead silent, while everyone waited for the judge to announce the judge. Her shoulders felt the weight of her client’s stresses, future, and her entire world. An entire year of sleepless nights, enraged phone calls, keeping secrets, calculated words, and deeply diving into someone else’s personal life have all built up to this moment. Despite her trembling legs, she remained standing strong. Her determined eyes remained locked in on the judge. This trial goes beyond Ambrosia, it determines whether the woman next to her receives a life of freedom, or an existence trapped behind bars. “Not guilty.”
The entire courtroom erupts into cheers, applause, and celebration. The breath Ambrosia held in can finally be released. Without even thinking, she lets out the loudest, “YES!” She’s capable of. Turning towards her teary eyed client, the two embrace as if their lives depended on each other. This wasn’t just a victory for Ambrosia. This is an even bigger one for the woman she had just spent the past 8 hours defending. As someone who’s witnessed domestic violence first hand, it was incredibly rewarding for Ambrosia to see someone not only through it, but to have a second chance at a peaceful life. The moment her chin touched her client’s shoulder, the relief came out in tears. The two stood for a few seconds bawling in each other’s arms.
She peaks over her clients shoulder and spots the opposing table sitting in place, and glaring at her. As everyone else moved from pure joy, the men remained stagnant wallowing in their loss. That only made Ambrosia bask in her glory even harder. The miserable were incapable of having her in their company.
“Ambrosia,” her boss announces his presence from behind. She turns to him with full attention, expecting some sort of scolding. “I’m taking you guys out tonight. Drinks are on me.”
Her jaw drops,“Oh my gosh, seriously???” Soon enough, everyone starts clearing out of the courtroom. Ambrosia, her boss, and client all follow suit. On the way out, she spots her coworker/favorite rival.
Mr. Jordan Huxhold sat on a hallway bench with two other coworkers, Payton and Alicia. Ambrosia and Jordan go back to their internship days. Their years of working together consisted of challenging each other and themselves at the same time. The duo rarely spoke to each other on a personal level, yet they had an unspoken connection. No matter what, the two of them ended up gravitating towards each other; during every little interaction. He makes for good eye candy, she’ll give him that. Ambrosia just couldn’t figure out if he was the committal type or not. Thankfully now is not the time for Ambrosia to do her mental gymnastics, now is the time to celebrate.
After doing a quick, victorious interview with the press, she hops in a random coworker’s car and catches a ride to their destination. A typically high end, and quiet bar is now filled to the brim with loud lawyers. Usually they’re silent, speaking in hushed tones. Today was the complete opposite. People are taking shots left and right, a few lawyers are already on the karaoke stage, and others are outside smoking cigs and blunts.
Ms, Ambrosia met up with her only actual work friend: Sierra. This wonderful friendship has been going on since the eighth grade, and is still continuing on strong. If it weren’t for Sierra constantly encouraging Ambrosia to leave her comfort zone, she wouldn’t be where she is today. They greeted each other with excited yelling and hugging. Now that everything is done, Ambrosia can finally go into detail about the case. Every secret spoken between the two has been taken to the grave.
The first place they stopped was the bar counter for drinks, of course. Ambrosia ordered some kind of blackberry scotch drink while her friend got a Moscow mule. While waiting for their drinks, a familiar voice announced itself from behind. “Ms. Ambrosia, congratulations.” Jordan says as he slides onto the stool next to her, a glass of wine in his hand.
With a grin stretching from ear to ear she responds, “Why thank you Mr. Huxhold. I’m really glad I could pull it off.”
“You should be, and you should be proud of yourself too.” He returns the smile. Ambrosia takes a moment to observe that his tie was completely off, and his sleeves were rolled up. The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the top of his chest tattoo. There’s no way one of my biggest critics is giving me a compliment right now.
In this industry, people rarely compliment each other. Besides the alcohol, the praise has been making it impossible for Ambrosia to stop smiling. “Aweee do you really mean that?”
“Yes! You were so passionate, it was genuinely inspiring. You’re amazing.” Inspiring? Amazing?? Where is this coming from? Ambrosia remains silent, her eyes search every bit of Jordan’s face for the slightest hint of ingenuity. His content demeanor doesn’t falter under her gaze, “Seriously,” he insists. Sierra caught the tension and decided to temporarily keep her mouth shut.
Despite her cheek muscles starting to hurt, Ambrosia couldn’t hold back her smile, “Thank you, that means a lot. Seriously.”
The two of them maintain eye contact for a few seconds, heat starts rising up Ambrosia’s neck; building up the most right at the surface of her face. She visibly notices the same thing happening to Jordan, then he decides to part ways. “Well I don’t wanna keep intruding on you two. Imma head back to Payton and Alicia.”
“You’ve been no bother at all, but go have fun.” Ambrosia reassures, her grin remaining strong. After Jordan suavely walks off, Ambrosia turns back towards Sierra with her mouth hanging wide open. “What the hell just happened?” She asks, unable to contain her giggles.
“I don’t know but he was lost in your eyes for a minute, oh my godd,” Sierra says, her eyes widening and brows furrowing on the last syllable.
Still giggling, Ambrosia questions, “Did you see how red he just turned??”
“Yesss, he was making a move on youuu,” Sierra answers with a smirk.
“There’s no way!” She denies, while throwing her hand around.
Sierra leans on out of pure disbelief, “You can’t tell me that’s not what he just did. His eyes were all over you!”
Ambrosia rolls her eyes with a smile, incapable of denying her best friend’s claim. She throws her hands up in defeat,“Alright fine! Maybe he did! But tonight isn’t about him, it’s about me being an amazing lawyer. So let’s focus on that.” The two exchange a look, one that can only make Ambrosia snicker even more, “Stop looking at me like that, I can’t take you seriously!”
Sierra joins in on the laughing, “You’re so into him.”
Once again rolling her eyes,“Oh my god, I’m walking home if you keep this up,” she threatens.
Sighing out of disappointment Sierra throws in the towel,” Finee I’ll stop,” she promises with a grin.
“Thank you! Can we do karaoke when I’m done with this?” Ambrosia asks, referring to her drink. Who’s Sierra to deny a round of karaoke with her best friend?
Once they got to drinking, the pair spent hours giggling like little kids, finally being able to act a fool in public without caring about judgement. The duo hopped on the karaoke machine and did “The Start of Something New” from High School Musical, trying their absolute hardest to properly get the words out. As you’d expect for two lightweights after a couple drinks, that wasn’t working in their favor. Of course, they couldn’t help themselves but to do exaggerated versions of their roles. Everyone in the bar enjoyed it nonetheless, cheering them on with hooting, hollering and applause.
“Ambrosia! Get over here!” Her boss suddenly shouts.” As if she were still in work mode, she comes running.
“Yes! I’m here,” she quickly responds. He hands her a nice bottle of champagne. “Do me a favor and pop that open.” Then he leans in a little close, “Make sure to spray that everywhere.”
Her eyes widen, “Everywhere?” The boss nods in response. She looks down the bottle, observing that the wired cage has been removed. At this point all eyes in the bar were on her, waiting for her next move. Fuck it. The woman shakes the bottle as much as she can.
Ambrosia flicks the cork, which goes flying. Her thumb immediately goes over the opening, and she uses every muscle in her arms to keep shaking. As the bottle begins spraying, everyone in the room simultaneously starts celebrating the mess she was making. Including Ambrosia, everyone is screaming at the top of their lungs as she points the bottle in different directions; the champagne getting everywhere. She couldn’t stop smiling, every moment of her night was making her cheeks hurt. This is the most anyone has seen her teeth in the past year. This is the best I’m gonna feel for a while.
The night has begun to wind down, it’s nearing 1:00. Half of the people who originally showed up have gone home to their families, spouses, and pets. Ambrosia sat at the front side of the bar, which was facing the entrance. Her chair was the very last one in the line up, so she sat with her back up against the cool brick wall; while Sierra conversed with a few others from a different law firm. At this point, Ambrosia’s social battery has run out completely, so she has no issue with sitting in silence, content with the buzz she still has going.
Off to her right, there were a bunch of booths lined up on the opposite wall of the bar. In one of them sat Jordan, Payton, and Alicia. Jordan is very nice to look at, she won’t lie. This is the perfect opportunity to fully indulge, while he’s not paying attention. Starting at the bottom, he was fitted with the black classic square toed loafers, a pair of black flared business pants, and his white button up. As her eyes raked up his lean, muscular figure, Ambrosia spent a few moments admiring the gorgeous angel and mace tattoos on his forearm. Tonight is the first time she has ever caught a glimpse of his tattoos, she finds the sight to be a pleasant surprise. Peeking out the top of his unbuttoned shirt is an outline of a star right in between his pecks. I wonder what else he’s hiding under there. The more she looks at him, the more obsessed she feels. I need to get to know him on a personal level before I start feeling this way. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.
It has been years since Ambrosia felt this gravitated towards anyone. It’s been even longer since she had gotten laid. It was mainly by choice, she decided that she needed to focus more on building her career. Unfortunately for her that meant having sex had to get removed from her schedule so that she could focus on her job.
Finally she looks up at his face, her heart starts pounding hard in her chest to find that he’s looking right back at her. Holy shit. The two maintain eye contact from across the bar, almost like they’re locked in a world where only the two of them exist. Ambrosia decides to scan over Jordan’s entire body again, slowly making her way down to his hips and tantalizingly moving back up to his eyes. His gaze doesn’t weaken, he continues staring right back underneath his low hanging eyelids.
Now is the time to make a move. Ambrosia leans in towards Sierra, and lets her know that she’s heading out for a smoke. She then walks up to where her black trench coat is hanging, Jordan following her every move with his eyes. The woman pulls out a pack of cigarettes, pulls one out and sticks it in her mouth. Simultaneously she slides into her coat. Then she side glances back at Jordan, the cig being held by her lipgloss coated lips. Finally, she slightly jerks her head towards the front door of the bar, wordlessly inviting him to follow her. After quickly excusing himself from the booth, Jordan grabs his black blazer, and quickly follows Ambrosia in her trail.
The two stand outside, on the sidewalk in front of the bar. No one else is in their presence besides a few passerbys. By the time Jordan got out there, Ambrosia was pulling another cigarette out of her pack, and holding it out as an offer. Without a word uttered between them, he takes it, and pulls out his lighter. The duo hold eye contact as he proceeds to light both of their cigs, starting with hers first. Her quick heart rate was unrelenting.
With his high status and perfect reputation, Ambrosia is sure Jordan would look bad dating someone within the firm. If you wanna be the best of the best, you must maintain a professional appearance in and outside of work.
Deciding to break the silence, Ambrosia states, “You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” after exhaling a puff of smoke towards the night sky.
Jordan repeats her movements, his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I wanna do this?”
The woman inhales another puff, pushing it back out as she speaks, “Because, it’s been a while,” she mumbles.
He takes a step closer, “It’s been a while for me too,” he admits.
Ambrosia raises her eyebrow, looking him up and down,”There’s no way in hell.”
Jordan takes another step towards her with a slight smirk, “I’m not kidding,” He is now standing so close to Ambrosia that he’s nearly looming over her. Blue eyes are peering down at her with a gaze that reeks of desperation. He scans over her face searching for any signs of discomfort. “Do you want me to stop?” His deep voice sent an indescribable sensation moving from her eardrums, all throughout the rest of her body.
Ambrosia couldn’t stop looking back at him, it took every bone in her body to not pounce on him right then and there. “No.” They continue their staring contest, knowing that kissing out in the open like this isn’t an option. I need to be on him right now.
“Then can I bring you home tonight?”
Part 2
