The Good Wife Fanfic
Only Inches Away by Fishie Has A Pen
A/N: Once I saw the spoiler pics of the S2 finale, my mind just wandered to how the last few minutes of this season could play out… This fic makes more sense with knowledge of the aforementioned pics, and the description by a TGW fan who witnessed that part of filming on the set.
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"To another year at Lockhart/Gardner."
They raise their glasses and downed the tequila shot, their third in the past half hour. She grimaces as her throat burns. He laughs. She misses this, this whole "Just...talking, being casual…" …
"And blunt." She recalls him saying, almost a year ago.
He hasn't been all that blunt with her this year. She knows. In fact, most people hadn't been very honest with her this year (at least until very recently). Peter, Kalinda,…Kalinda..
"I feel like I've been living in a lie the past year." It was almost a self reflection she wasn't expecting anyone to hear.
Will's features soften, and then shakes his head gently. Rather than pushing her for details, he says through a smile,
"OK. So now tell me something truthful."
Alicia contemplates for a moment, looks down at the bar bench, and unexpectedly finds that his right hand and her left (her now ringless left) are only inches away. Fast becoming a distraction from her thoughts, she fixates on the scene before her a few more seconds, noting the differences between his masculine features and her own.
So tempting.
"What's wrong with being tempted?" Someone once said.
She remembers how she loved to watch him pitch with those strong hands, the way the ball nestled in his palm, a perfect fit.
So tempting. Touching him is going to be inevitable.
So she does.
His almost silent sharp intake of breathe didn't escape her.
She expects him to jolt, to jerk his hand away. But he lets her, featherlightly exploring the back of his fingers, tracing the network of veins to the back of his hand, mesmerised. Neither utters a word. Neither looks up from the bench.
He suddenly slides his hand away.
I've crossed the line, Alicia thinks in alarm. She's about to retract her own before she feels the warm embrace of his hand atop hers. Her heart stops.
His grip is soft but sure, and she can't help but look up, finally making eye contact.
He's not smiling anymore. It's replaced by an intense look, almost burning, as he searches her face. There was a question.
She mirrors the intensity of his look, having a conversation with their eyes. The doubt in his gaze fades, like he's found what he's looking for. Their eyes telling a thousand words and doing a thousand things all at once. It was almost tangible.
And then it hits.
He knows. She knows. They both know. They now know.
She doesn't break the gaze, and finally, almost like a whisper, she says
"This is truth."
Rather than choosing to respond, he continues to gaze at her, right through her, into her soul.
"Sultry eyes…" The Owen inside her echoes.
They stay like this, eyes-locked, for what feels like an eternity. She desperately wants to lean forward and give in to the magnet of his lips. Or at least gather him into her arms. But that would be inappropriate. She's not ready to be hypocritical, and he's not ready to see her be that.
The silent admission, this touching of the souls, this… finger sex, she thinks comically to herself, is all they can display, all they can allow themselves right now, until the timing is right.
And right here, right now, it's enough.
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Epilogue
*The view widens, pans back to a doorway, a tall hulky back silhouette fills up half the screen. Someone's watching the intimate exchange.*
*Screen fades to black. We hear a voiceover.*
Peter's voice: I knew I was right.
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"Enough. Enough now"
-Love Actually