Hello, Mrs. Florrick
The moment had come that Alicia was dreading, the moment she was both anxious and excited about—the moment she was going to meet Peter's parents.
Peter, modestly holding Alicia's waist—expressing an appearance of happiness and wholesomeness smiled and whispered to Alicia, "Okay, this is the moment honey. Ring the doorbell."
Alicia being Alicia, analyzed every little aspect what was happening. Her ensemble: flowy, floral, and a very modest summer dress—to impress her soon-to-be mother in law. She was wearing pearls, classic jewelry that had to excite "the Devil Lady." And red kitten heels to match her white and pink dress. The couple of two years were standing in front of Peter's childhood home: an affluent estate (thanks to Peter's father's political career and his mother's family trust fund) with a cascading and manicured garden, perfectly kept—only to be admired, never touched.
Alicia hesitated before she pushed the doorbell. She took a long and deep breath. Peter held her tighter. "She's going to love you, babe. Don't worry." Then the moment happened.
Mrs. Jacqueline Elizabeth Denver Florrick opened the door. Her hair was pulled back by a colorful head band, but her hair remained flowing right down to her shoulders. She was wearing a soft pink button up tucked into light colored trousers. What really hit the spot for Alicia was the argyle sweater wrapped around her shoulders- apparently she was in the Hamptons.
After an uncomfortable dinner and menial small talk, it was finally time to head to bed. Peter—suitcases and baggage in hand; Alicia and Jackie headed up the spiraling staircase.
"Peter, you will be staying in your room. Alicia, here's the guest room. The bathroom is right across the hallway." Peter gave his mother a disapproving look.
"Mother, Alicia and I aren't staying in the same room?" Alicia was shocked, she was fine with the room situation—she didn't want to leave another bad impression on his mother, especially after what happened at dinner.
"Of course not, dear! What is this? A whorehouse?"
A couple hours later….
Alicia had her eyes shut, but she couldn't fall asleep. She continued overthinking the dinner that happened. Peter's father was absent which wasn't a surprise, but Jackie was the hardest woman Alicia had to ever impress—and by the looks of it, she didn't impress her at all. Suddenly, Alicia heard the door open.
"Peter, what are you doing?"
"I can't sleep without my Leesh by my side."
"Awww, Peter. Shhhhh. If your mother saw us she would kill us."
"Then we'll just have to be super quiet, won't we?"
Alicia lifts the covers for Peter to get under. Peter sneakily hurries under the covers. "Honey, you smell amazing."
"You know your mother hates me."
"She doesn't. And why does it matter? I love you."
"Well if I can't make that Florrick happy, I will make this one happy." Peter was already on top of Alicia, she started wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer to her.
"Well, Mrs. Cavanaugh, aren't you naughty?" Alicia found it incredibly exhilarating to have Peter Florrick- the Peter Florrick under her sexual spell. He could never get enough of her. He wanted her- every minute of every day and the feeling of being desired like that was intoxicating. She wrapped her arms around his neck placing soft kisses on his cheek.
"I love you so much. "
"Peter, just have sex with me."