Ok, let me begin by saying that this is a very mature story. Really, not for kiddos. If you're a kiddo, turn around and leave now.
This story contains a threesome between Alicia, Peter and Will. There is no male/male slash. Will and Peter are there for Alicia.
This idea came to me and I just had to get it out. I know that the writers won't let the storyline go here, but it's a fun idea to think about, right? Looking to add more chapters soon...
These are not my peeps. Notice how I said it's a fun idea to think about. That's all this is, fun, fun, fun. Don't read too much into it.
It started as a competition. Peter agreed to participate just to prove he was a bigger man than Will. It was ridiculous, and he knew it. Peter had won the election and was holding the governor's office in Springfield. At a glance, he could convince anyone that he was a bigger man than Will. Anyone except Alicia.
Alicia remained in Chicago. They were still married in name. They were still "working things out". They saw each other occasionally and the kids visited as often as they could. Peter didn't know how much longer they could carry on this marital charade. Zach would go off to college next year, and Grace would soon follow. They wouldn't have the kids holding them together anymore. Peter's career was dependent on Alicia being at his side, as man and wife. There was talk of a presidential campaign in his future, but he knew he'd have to resolve things with Alicia for that to ever become a reality.
One evening, after spending the day in Chicago for work, he stopped by to visit Alicia at home. He'd told her he was coming. He'd told her he wanted to talk.
Alicia waited for him with a glass of wine in her hand and a stomach full of butterflies. The wine did nothing to drown the butterflies, but she automatically lifted the glass to her lips every few minutes anyway as she stared anxiously at the door. When Peter arrived, he used his key to enter on his own. He stepped into the kitchen and gave her his classic smile.
"Hi," was all that he said.
"Hi," she returned, wearing a nervous smile of her own.
"Are the kids in their rooms?" he asked.
Alicia nodded. "I didn't tell them you were coming. I didn't know if you wanted to talk in private."
It was Peter's turn to nod in acknowledgment of her astute perception. She had always been perceptive. With all of the practice her job gave her, she had honed her skills since he had known her so intimately.
"That's a good idea," he responded. He almost began, and then reconsidered. "Actually, can we. . . ?" Peter asked with a gesture toward her bedroom.
Alicia drew in a breath as she nodded her agreement and led the way. This meant Peter was thinking one of two things. Either he wanted this to be so private that the kids had no chance of overhearing them, or he thought he might have a shot of getting her into bed. She hoped for the first, but prepared for the second.
They entered the room and Peter shut the door behind them. Alicia sat on the bed, and gestured for Peter to take the chair in the corner. He sat down on the edge, gathered his courage, and dived in. "Alicia, I know that there are still problems between us. I know that we haven't addressed all of our issues, but if there is any possibility of working on our marriage, REALLY working on it, then I'd like to try." Peter stared at his hands, but looked up nervously as he asked," Do you think you could do that?"
Alicia's mind was reeling, but she did her best not to reveal her emotions on her face. "Peter, I don't know. A lot has happened, you're right. But I don't know if I can get past it. I don't know how to trust you again. If I did, I think it would have happened by now."
"But Alicia, we haven't been trying. We haven't been talking. There is a lot that we've never talked through. If we are going to work things out, we're going to have to go there," Peter argued. "It's a big mess that we're in, I'll agree to that, but it's not going to untangle itself. That's something that we're going to have to do together."
Alicia scooted farther back on the bed, unconsciously leaning away from him. This was not the discussion she wanted to be having. She expected that they would have to take action eventually, either to reconcile or divorce, but that didn't mean that she was ready to make such a decision. Collecting her thoughts, she spoke calmly and softly, "Peter, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready. The thought of going to counseling or talking through these issues is just unfathomable to me right now. I don't know if that's where I'll be forever, but that's where I am right now. To be able to open up and really work things out, there has to be trust. Without trust, I don't know where to go."
Alicia tried not to look at him. She didn't want to see the effect her words had on him. She didn't want to hurt him, but she wasn't about to open herself up to be hurt by him again. When she caught a glance at him, he was staring at his shoes, but his head was bobbing in a nod.
He looked up and she couldn't help but meet his eyes. "Ok, Alicia, let me start with this. Since we separated, there have been no other women. In fact, since I went to prison, there have been no other women. I haven't slept with anyone but you in over 4 years. I don't know if you believe me or not, but it's the truth."
Alicia didn't speak. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she could believe him or not. She found it hard to believe. They hadn't slept together for almost two years, and she couldn't believe that he had abstained for so long. Her anger welled up inside her and she spoke without thinking. "You expect me to believe that you haven't had sex in two years?"'
Peter's eyes betrayed his disappointment in her reaction. He only nodded, pausing to construct an argument. "It's true. I don't know what else to tell you Alicia. It's true. I know that I can't change my past actions, but I have been trying to redeem myself for you."
Alicia shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears in her anger. "I didn't ask you for that, Peter. And no matter what you do now, you can't erase the past. If you don't have sex for the rest of your life, you'll never change what I think of you." Alicia gasped at her own admission. Unconsciously, her hand rose to her mouth, as if to stop the words that she had already spoken. She knew she should apologize. She knew she should say something, but nothing came to her. So she sat, mouth gaping open, staring at Peter, with no words to say.
"It's ok. I hope you're wrong, but it's ok," Peter replied, his calm manner revealing how deeply hurt he was. "I'm sorry, Alicia, I shouldn't have come here." He stood and walked out of her apartment without another word.
Alicia anguished over her words for the next two days. She tried to think of something to say to him. She knew the ball was in her court, but she couldn't come up with anything to say. She couldn't lead him on. She couldn't make him think she felt something that she didn't. But she didn't want to leave him hurting the way he was either.
On the third day after their argument, she gathered her courage and dialed his number. She was perched on the edge of her bed and it was late. Part of her wished that he wouldn't answer. And then he did.
"Hello?" came his voice on the other end of the phone.
"Hi," she said sheepishly. "Listen, Peter, I'm sorry about how things ended the other night. I didn't mean to say that."
There was a long silence on the line before he answered.
"But you meant it, didn't you?" his tone was grim, as if he already knew her answer.
"I don't know, Peter. It just came out. It's not something that I think about often. I don't sit and stew about you and come up with mean things to say."
There was another silence tying up the line. Alicia had a plan when she dialed. She had to follow through, but his silence was making it difficult.
"Peter, I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but if we're going to make this work, we'll have to start somewhere. I don't know how to trust you. I can't let you in to hurt me again. But if you're willing to try, I have an idea."
"Anything, Alicia. You name it and I'll try it," Peter replied quickly.
Alicia inhaled a deep breath, hoping that it would make her next words easier to say. "It would have to be just sex. I can't handle any more than that."
Alicia waited for his response before she could continue to reveal the rest of her plan.
"Ok," Peter replied. He seemed to be alright with the idea, and so Alicia let the other shoe drop.
"But I don't want it to be just us. I don't trust us. If it's just you and me, it's too tempting. I want to invite someone else to join us."
Peter was stunned on the other end of the line. He tried not to let his voice betray how unexpected this was to him as he asked, "Is there someone you had in mind?"
"Will."
And that was how it began. Peter stood in Alicia's kitchen awaiting Will's arrival. The kids were staying at friends' houses tonight, giving them a perfect opportunity to try Alicia's plan. It had been several weeks since their phone conversation and the birth of Alicia's idea. Peter had protested, but when Alicia explained that she had ended things with Will awhile back, he felt a little better. He was still uncertain how this would work out. Saving a marriage by having a threesome? It seemed like a terrible idea, but he didn't know what else to try either. Alicia refused to allow him any other tactics, and so he accepted.
Peter had been the one to approach Will. Will was cautious and unsure of Peter's motives. Eventually he had agreed, after checking with Alicia to be sure he wasn't being played. Will was assured it was just sex, it was what Alicia wanted, and though he didn't understand it anymore than Peter did, he went along with it for her sake.
Alicia stood in her darkened bedroom wearing only a black silk robe. Will had given it to her. She found a slight satisfaction in knowing that Will might recognize it and Peter would not. She was so mixed up that she didn't know where her feelings lay in relation to these two men, but she decided to ignore all emotions tonight and just enjoy. She'd been with them both before, and she knew how they were in bed. If they could get over the fact that they were sharing her with one another, everything might just work out alright after all.
She turned and looked around the room. Everything seemed to be ready. She looked in the mirror. She seemed to be ready. But she was nervous, very nervous. She really had no idea how this would turn out. These two could barely stand to be in a room together and now she was asking them to share her bed? Was she crazy? She hoped not, but the anxiety that kept creeping up her spine didn't have her convinced.
There was a knock at the door, and Alicia jumped. Then she moved to answer the door. Peter had started, but when he saw Alicia, he allowed her to answer. Checking first to be sure it was Will, Alicia opened the door and stepped back for him to enter. They exchanged nervous smiles, and Will followed Alicia into the kitchen where Peter waited.
Alicia wearing only a silk robe and two men dressed in their suits from work made quite a spectacle standing in her silent kitchen. The tension hung thick in the air between them. With no other solutions presenting themselves, Alicia asked, "Who wants tequila?"
Both Will and Peter jumped in agreement, and Alicia moved to get the bottle down from the cabinet. Will walked around the island to retrieve the glasses from their home in the cupboard and Peter felt a pang of jealousy. Will knew where the glasses were kept? Just how close had the two of them been?
Alicia poured them each a bit into a glass, and they all finished quickly. She raised the bottle again, asking silently if another round was needed. They both set their glasses back down, indicating that they would appreciate that refill she was offering. A second round was finished in silence. Alicia murmured, "What the hell," as she poured herself a third round. First Will and then Peter lined their glasses up for their third helpings as well.
When all three glasses had been drained, Alicia looked back and forth between Will and Peter. Both refused to make eye contact with her or each other. She slowly screwed the lid back onto the bottle of tequila, daring them to look at her. Neither one did. Maybe they were expecting her to back out. Maybe they were hoping that she would. But they had both come here tonight and that was enough.
"Well, no time like the present," Alicia said to the dead air in front of her before she turned and walked toward the bedroom. Peter entered behind her and Will came in last, closing and locking the bedroom door behind them. In the event that a Florrick child came home unexpectedly tonight, they should not have to see what was about to happen.
Just like in the kitchen, they stood for a moment in an uncomfortable silence. Peter gazed at the floor as Alicia looked between them, hoping that one of them would know what to do. Alicia stood alongside the bed on the far side of the room. Peter stood in the corner near the chair and Will was barely inside the room. Stepping up to rescue Alicia from having to get things started, Will joked, "I guess I'm not here for my elegant attire," as he began to loosen his tie.
Alicia stood awkwardly as Will and Peter began to undress. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't help one of them and ignore the other. She didn't want to undress and be the only naked one in the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
Once again, Will came to her rescue. He had finished while Peter was still undressing. He stood before her, stark naked and displaying a slight erection. He blushed as he approached her, and she thanked him with a quiet smile. A glance toward the lower half of his body told Will that she noticed the erection, but said nothing. He lightly and briefly touched her cheek before reaching to her waist to untie her robe. He pulled it off of her and turned to lay it across the chair behind him.
He noticed that Peter was now naked as well, and when he turned back around he found that Peter was embracing and kissing Alicia. Jealously stabbed Will's heart like a knife. How could he do this? But he wouldn't let Peter get the best of him. He came up behind Alicia, his naked body resting against hers. She was quite engaged in making out with Peter, but she did lean back slightly into his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began lightly stroking her stomach as he kissed her neck.
Alicia moaned slightly, and as her moans grew louder and more frequent, neither of them knew who she was responding to. Will had begun running his hands up and down her back side, moving from her thighs to her butt to the small of her back. Peter reached his hand around to grab her butt, encroaching on Will's territory. Will looked up at Peter and asked calmly, despite the anger rising up in him, "Did you want to switch places?"
Peter said nothing but moved his hands back out of Will's way. Alicia let out a slight chuckle, finally relaxing due to the attention and the tequila. "Play nice, you two," she said, her voice displaying how relaxed she was as she nuzzled into Peter's embrace.
Peter leaned down to continue kissing her, his hands stroking her sides and reaching up towards her breasts. Will was kissing up and down her spine, and Alicia squirmed in delight. Peter moved from her lips to her neck and then planted kisses down her chest. Alicia's head fell backwards in pleasure and she swayed unsteadily. She fell back and Will caught her, guiding her gently to lay down on the bed.
Will lay down beside her, leaving Peter no choice but to crawl over both of their bodies or walk around to the other side of the bed. As he walked around the bed, Alicia turned toward Will and began kissing him. By the time Peter made it into the bed, Will and Alicia were going at it, their tongues and limbs intertwined. Peter was left with Alicia's naked back and shoulders. He found her sweet spot near her jawline and teased it mercilessly with his tongue.
Alicia pressed herself closer to Will to relieve the aching between her legs. Even that was not enough as she released a moan of frustration. Will and Peter understood. They simultaneously reached down between her legs, their hands brushing together. Peter pulled his hand back quickly, as if it'd been burned, but Will continued on, slipping a finger inside her.
Peter wasn't giving up that easily. He found his way to her clit, pressing her onto her back for a better reach. Alicia's back arched her off the bed at his touch, a loud moan escaping as she turned her head toward Peter.
Will now had two fingers bobbing in and out of her, Peter was massaging her clit and Alicia felt as if she was coming apart. She strained against her own body, trying to find a way to access even more pleasure. On cue, Peter leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. Seconds later, Will followed suit. Will and Peter each had an arm resting across her shoulder, effectively pinning her down.
Alicia's brain struggled to make sense of her situation. She was pinned to her bed by her two lovers. Each had a nipple in his mouth and a hand between her legs. Peter was driving her crazy as he circled around and around her clit. Will was alternating between illiciting hot moans from her as he sparked her favorite spot inside and slowly driving in and out of her, teasing her with how close he was to what she wanted.
Alicia turned her head to the right to see Will's sly smile. He knew he was getting to her. Who was she kidding? With the reactions she'd been giving, the neighbors probably knew he was getting to her. At the moment, she didn't care. Will leaned in to kiss her but Peter picked up his pace to make her arch and moan. She fought against it to let Will's tongue into her mouth and his kiss was firm but sweet. After a moment, she pulled away and he met her eyes as he returned his mouth to her nipple.
Alicia flipped her head back to the left to meet Peter's gaze. In his eyes, she could see his passion, but there was something else. Sorrow? Jealousy? She wasn't sure. She ignored it. He lifted his chin to kiss her and she began to devour his face. It was Will's turn to pick up the pace, thrusting his fingers into her faster and faster. Alicia held the kiss, determined not to let him rattle her.
Finally, she pulled back, breathless, and shot a look over to Will. It was a look of reproach, but she raised her eyebrows, silently asking for more. He delivered. Both Peter and Will had begun flicking her nipples with their tongues, and Will drove his three fingers in and out of her harder and harder, hitting her deeply each time. She lost eye contact with them both. She couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She was writhing between them, panting and moaning and sweating. With her arms pinned down, there was little else she could do. It felt fabulous, but at the same time, she knew that she would feel just as fabulous if they let her come. Which they weren't doing, and it seemed to be on purpose.
"I don't care. . . who. . . but I need. . . someone. . . inside me. . . now," she managed to say, between trying to get enough oxygen into her body and trying to let the moans escape as they built up inside.
Peter jumped. "Sure thing, babe." His voice was quiet, but his tone was a bit smug. Alicia couldn't notice in her current state, but Will did. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she moaned angrily. She turned toward him, though Peter had stepped up to be her first. She found his leg and began kneading against it while waiting for Peter.
Peter pushed Alicia onto Will until she was straddling his stomach. Then he came up behind her and pushed her up onto all fours, preparing to enter her from behind. He slid the tip of his penis up against her hot, pulsing mound. He entered slowly, torturing her with each millimeter. Alicia was silent, panting and trying not to make eye contact with Will.
Will could see Peter's smug expression over Alicia's shoulder. Peter wanted Will to see Alicia's face while he fucked her. To know what he was doing to her. He was rubbing his power in Will's face. Will tried not to care. He thought about sitting back and just watching, but he knew he was here for Alicia. He had to touch her, had to let her know that he was still here, and he cared enough to make this even more pleasurable for her. He was reaching down to rub her clit when Peter must have made it all the way inside.
Her head jerked up and her eyes opened wide as she shuttered and let out a loud moan. She began rocking back against Peter in an erratic rhythm. She wanted nothing more than to come now, and then she felt Will rubbing her clit and her left nipple at the same time. She finally met his eyes, a silent acknowledgement of his attention to her. He raised his lips to her cheek and let them travel to her ear, her neck, her shoulders as she rocked back and forth between him and Peter. She was slamming her body against Will, only to pull away again, and the moaning never stopped. He hoped that when Peter was through with her, he would be able to please her just as much.
Peter tried controlling himself to make it last as long as possible, but Alicia was wild. She was wound so tightly that he couldn't reign her back in. He tried wrapping his arm around her waist to slow her hips and whispering in her ear, but she didn't notice. She fought against him instinctively on her quest to reach completion. He held on for the ride and managed to grab one of her breasts in his hand.
Alicia was euphoric. She wasn't entirely sure where she was, but she was certain it wasn't her own body. This all felt too good, she was being touched in too many places at once to feel real. She hoped that she never fell back to Earth.
And then, suddenly, it was all too much. Her body was overloaded with too much pleasure, too much passion, too much pressure. She needed release and she couldn't seem to find it. She was bucking against Peter, but the angle wasn't quite right. Will had her clit, but it wasn't enough.
"I. . . can't. . ." she panted, frustration painted on her face.
Will watched a tear squeeze out of the corner of her eye as he responded, "Yes you can, Alicia." His voice was quiet but firm. He reached down to wet his fingers before bringing them back to her clit. He licked the fingers of his opposite hand and placed them back on her nipple.
Her moaning continued and her expression gave Will hope that she was close. Peter seemed oblivious to her dilemma, just trying to hold on until she came.
"Come on, Alicia, let it come," Will murmured to her, coaxing her orgasm out of her. "Come on," he said, noticing now how close she was. "Now, Alicia, now. Let it out now."
His voice and the sound of her name was grounding her, something she could hold onto as she fought against her body. She leaned toward his voice and suddenly she was there. Earlier, she had felt as if she were coming apart at the seams, and now she exploded into a million pieces. She felt herself crashing down and heard her own screams as if they were far away. She was coming back to herself, milking the last bits of pleasure from Peter's pulsing member. And then, she had nothing left. Her arms just couldn't hold her up anymore and she felt her body shaking. As she collapsed helplessly onto Will, he whispered in her ear, "Beautiful".
Will stroked her back as her body recovered. Peter had disappeared to clean up, and Will relished his time alone with her. He let her take her time and just held her and stroked her until she was ready for him.
Waves of warm pleasure were pulsing though Alicia's body. Her heart rate was soaring and her body heaved with her deep breaths. As she lay on Will's naked body, she hoped to never move again.
And then Will's erection pressing into her belly brought her back to reality. Peter was coming back into the room, and Alicia managed to lift her head to meet Will's eyes. She was still panting, and Will pushed the sweaty hair back from her face. "Are you ready for some more?" he asked with a boyish grin.
She nodded, averting her eyes in embarrassment but unable to hide her smile. Will gently flipped her to her back and climbed on top of her. He taunted her entrance with the tip of his penis. Peter lay down beside Alicia and began kissing along her neck and shoulders, while his hand grazed over her belly. "Mmmmmmm," Alicia hummed at the pleasant sensations.
Her eyes jerked open as Will entered her slowly. She was very sensitive, and Will could tell from her reactions. He pulled back out slowly and then drove back into her even slower. He kept up the tantalizing pace as her breathing began to slow and Peter continued caressing and kissing her. When she began bucking her hips against him as he entered, Will picked up the pace a bit. He slammed into her a few times and suddenly she came again. There was no warning, just her intense moans and the pulsing Will felt around his penis.
Peter paid no attention to Will or Alicia's orgasm. He continued to stroke and kiss her as if he were the one causing her elaborate reactions.
When Alicia opened her eyes again, she caught a mischievous expression on his face. He pulled back out of her, still rock hard as he had not come when she had. As he began to reposition her, she realized what he was doing. He bent her knees up toward her chest and then gently pushed them to the side until they were resting on the mattress. He slid one leg between her legs and scooted up close to her behind. He teased her opening once again before entering into her warm, pulsing vagina. He used his free leg as leverage against the bed to pulse into her. Alicia lifted her top leg to his shoulder to give herself some leverage to pulse back.
Peter looked up to see what the shuffle had been about. It was a complex position, one he had never tried with Alicia. It seemed familiar to them, and by looking at their faces, he could tell they had done this before. They were both grinning shyly, obviously enjoying the moment and reliving a past one.
It didn't take long for Alicia to come once again, but Will kept gently pulsing into her. The serious look on his face told her that he was getting closer, but he wasn't ready to come yet. She pushed herself up on her arms to tighten the angle between them. Will moaned at the change, and was able to thrust deeper into her now.
Peter brought himself behind Alicia, so that she was able to lean back on him and give her arms a break. He grabbed her breasts in his hands, massaging and taunting her nipples. This drove Alicia to press harder against Will as he entered and their pace increased dramatically. Will was biting his lip now, to hold on as long as he could. He tried slowing down and teasing Alicia's clit, but this just caused her to buck against him more and more. She hooked her arms behind his neck so that the weight of her upper body was hanging from his neck. Will gave up and drove into her until she screamed and shuttered around him. When her orgasm began, he let himself go and came inside her as well.
Panting and sweaty, Alicia crashed back against Peter. He rolled her until she was on the mattress on her side. Will left her body and Peter curled up behind her, holding her tightly. Will appeared with a warm, wet washcloth and he gently cleaned her up from their evening excursions. Alicia silently enjoyed the pulsing waves throughout her body and the throbbing where Will had been. Slowly her breathing returned to normal, and she saw Will collecting his things to leave.
"Stay," she said to him quietly. Peter said nothing.
Will searched the room for an answer, not quite comfortable with spending the night in their bed. In their bed with Alicia, yes. With Peter, not really. "I have to get up early in the morning," he said lamely.
"Then get up early here," Alicia replied drowsily, patting the empty space beside her.
Will couldn't deny her request. He climbed into bed beside her and she threw a leg over his hips. He laid a hand on her cheek and Peter unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist. Alicia drifted into a peaceful sleep, sated and comforted by both men.
Will didn't sleep well that night. He was exhausted, yes, but he wasn't sure what his role here was. Peter was trying to keep Alicia to himself and Will was so uncomfortable that he drifted in and out of sleep. At 6:00, he slowly rolled off the mattress to collect his clothes and slip out of the apartment unnoticed. He was tiptoeing toward the door when he realized Alicia was watching him. He felt terrible for sneaking out on her. He had never done that to her. And he knew he shouldn't now. He had come here for her, not for Peter, so why was he letting his discomfort with Peter dictate his actions?
He approached the bed again, and leaned down to whisper to her, "Before I leave, would you like me to. . . ?" Will's foggy and sleep deprived brain couldn't find an appropriate word, but Alicia understood what he was asking. She nodded excitedly and slipped away from Peter's grasp. He was snoring loudly and wasn't disturbed by her movement. Will placed his things on the floor beside the bed, and knelt down on the carpet. Alicia brought herself to the edge of the bed, placing her knees over Will's shoulders. She lay back, her hands resting on her abdomen.
Will's tongue slowly ran up one side of her opening and down the other, carefully avoiding her clit. She gasped at his contact and arched slightly against the mattress. His tongue stroked her gently, calming the flesh he had pounded against last night. Alicia was quiet, but squirmed against the mattress, her arms flying out over her head as she rode the waves of the sensations he was causing. It wasn't hot, it wasn't needy, it wasn't driven. It was slow and gentle and lovely.
Peter sat up, looking across the bed to see their naked bodies and the act they were committing. "Are you two trying to leave me out?" he asked angrily.
Alicia was panting quietly by this point, so Will stopped just long enough to answer. "No, she just likes to be licked in the morning. Don't you know that?" he returned to his work, avoiding Peter's eyes. Peter growled as he threw back the sheets and approached Alicia. He lay his arms across her, pinning her down again as they had last night, and began kissing her upside down. He was forceful and passionate, as he had been the night before. Alicia participated for a moment, then pulled away from his kiss.
"Not so much Peter," she said, moving to kiss lightly along his cheek instead. He followed her lead and nipped along her skin as Will reached her clit, and she drew her breaths deep until she reached release. She relaxed into the mattress and Will ran his hand gently along her thigh as he moved to stand up. "Thank you," she said to him quietly.
"You're welcome," he replied back to her. "I've got to go. I'll see you later, okay?" He nodded to Peter as he picked up his pile of clothes and left the bedroom.
Before he made it out of the apartment, he heard Alicia say, "You too Peter. You need to leave."
Peter was shocked. "Why?" he asked incredulously.
"Because I'm not ready to be alone with you. I'll see you soon." Alicia rolled away from him, burying herself back into the blankets on the bed. Peter silently collected his clothes, and left without another word. Alicia snuggled into her bed and drifted back to sleep, drunk with pleasure.