AN: How amazing has TGW been this season? I started off wanting to write about Will and this drabble came out instead. Much too short but hope you enjoy.
It is a cold night in New York. Not quite as chilly as Chicago, yet here they are on the balcony, a mess of tangled limbs under a down comforter.
But whatever Alicia's life may be right now, she doesn't feel like a mess.
The city is alive beneath them, and in these moments she too is alive.
It's a heady feeling and she clutches Will to steady herself, even as she tips her head back and sees stars. Something close to joy bubbles up in her chest and she wants to laugh.
So she does - there is no one here to taint it with the specter of infidelity.
The freedom is intoxicating and she drinks to slake her thirst.
"This is the happiest I've ever been," she whispers against his heated skin. Will is silent but she can feel him respond beneath her. Suddenly the romance turns to urgency and she sees stars again (though her eyes are closed).
He smiles against her as if to say, me too.