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Author's Note: As much as I love the idea of Kalicia, I know that will never happen. I want Alicia to be happy and for the first time I've actually fallen for a pairing that I could potentially see aired. My first attempt at Finn/Alicia. Feedback definitely welcome. -dkc
Celebration
Finn sat nursing a tumbler of scotch, staring out the window over the vast city that had become his home. While he attempted to lose himself in the individual lights of the city as well as the larger blur the late hour made of them, his thoughts returned to debate prep.
Peter Florrick was a bastard. He had walked into the room and immediately taken a contrarian view both against Alicia and against Finn. Truthfully, Finn was relieved when Johnny pulled the plug. It did seem as if Alicia was ambivalent to Finn's early departure, though. This frustrated him. Why did she play this hot and cold game with him?
Knocking back the remainder of his scotch, he decided to pour another couple fingers. He would take a cab home whenever he decided to drag himself home to the lonely confines of his apartment.
"Did you start celebrating without me?"
Her voice was soft, though coy. He hadn't heard anyone approaching his door. As he turned away from the sprawling windows he was surprised to see her leaning against the door frame in a pair of jeans, ballet flats and a tight long-sleeved, v-neck t-shirt.
"Is their cause for celebration?" he smiled at her.
"You didn't hear?" she entered his office and, much to his surprise, closed the door behind her. "Charges were dropped against Cary."
He stood to retrieve another glass from the cabinet, pouring her a drink and handing it to her.
"That is worthy of celebration," he clinked glasses with her.
Each of them taking a drink, he couldn't tear his eyes from her. She seemed at ease.
"Why aren't you out celebrating with your partner?" he asked, gesturing to his couch for them to sit.
"I assumed he wanted to spend time with Kalinda," she sat shoulder-to-shoulder next to him.
"And you?" he nodded to her clothes. "Why are you at the office?"
She smiled in the subdued way she had mastered.
"I'm not. I'm visiting a friend."
He didn't know what to say to this. They hadn't seen much of one another recently and he had been surprised when Eli called to ask if he could help her with debate prep. He was happy to help and loved their chemistry up until the governor walked in the door.
"Thank you for sacrificing yourself to the campaign behemoth today," she stared into her glass.
"It was my pleasure," he set down his glass and turned toward her. "You are going to wipe the floor with Prady."
"Like you wiped the floor with me?" she grinned.
"More like how your husband wiped the floor with me," he said.
She cringed at the very mention of Peter.
"I'm sorry about that," she looked away from him.
The silence drifting over them was heavy with the only barrier that truly existed between them—her marriage.
"Why are you really here?" he bravely asked.
She came to him. She closed the door. She wanted something.
"When something good happens, it is only natural to want to share it. I went home to an empty apartment and opened a bottle of wine. By the time it had breathed and I had changed my clothes, I realized that on nights like this I seek you out," she explained. "I don't mean I do so out of loneliness."
"If not loneliness, what?" he touched the side of her hand with his pinky.
"Ask me again?" she was allowing him to trace the edge of her hand.
"Hmm?" he didn't follow.
"Ask me why I really came."
He smiled at the order of their conversation.
"Why are you here, Alicia?" his body was humming.
"I want you to take me home."
They now looked at one another, mouths a hand's-width apart.
"To your apartment? Or to mine?" he refused to break the magnetic pull.
He knew that if she said his apartment that the implication was much clearer. She wanted to share his bed. If she asked him to take her to the apartment she shared with her daughter, she might only want company.
Leaning in, her lips were near his ear.
"Anywhere but this couch."
And then she surprised him. Her teeth tugged at his earlobe, her breath hot on his neck.
He groaned at the pure unfairness of ruling out his couch and following it by such an erotic act.
"You don't play fair," his voice was deep.
"No, I suppose I don't," she smiled.
He placed a hand to the back of her neck and kissed her. How they had held off their first kiss until now they both wondered. The chemistry between them was extraordinary. Even in the best of times Alicia and Peter never had this chemistry. The only person she could compare that easy banter and level of comfort that existed between she and Finn with was the Kalinda. The early days of her friendship with Kalinda, that is. Back before there was too much baggage between them to make a friendship work.
Alicia moaned, Finn pulling her bottom lip with what she had quickly discovered was a very talented mouth. Releasing her lip, he put a few inches between them; inches he needed to see her slightly flushed face. He smiled at the look on her face. She was beautiful, a classic beauty that he couldn't liken to anyone else he had ever known.
His hand roamed the space behind her neck and to the top of her shoulder. His touch was soft, subtle. She knew the goose bumps she felt on her body could be attributed to that touch. She also knew that her padded bra was the only thing hiding her hardening nipples from protruding through her thin shirt.
"Is this how you celebrate?" Finn asked.
"Kissing my friends in their offices?" she joked.
"Alicia."
His seriousness reminded her of how much she didn't want to ever hurt him. He was asking because of that, wasn't he? He didn't want to be used. Not like she had used Johnny in the parking garage. What the hell was that about anyway? He was convenient. She needed an outlet for her relief and giddiness and he happened to be the first person she saw.
"Honestly?" she took on Finn's seriousness, continuing when he nodded. "When I got the call about Cary, I had so many feelings that overtook me. And I did something regrettable and ridiculous."
Finn immediately feared that Alicia, who must have been with her husband at the time she received the news, had celebrated with him in a physical, reconciliatory way. His face reflected his profound disappointment, a disappointment rooted in the possibility that whatever was happening between them would be stymied yet again by the existence of her husband.
"Finn," she tilted his chin up with one finger. "It was Johnny. I blindsided him with a kiss and my immediate departure."
Alicia held her breath afraid of how Finn would react to her honesty. She wanted nothing more than to be honest with this man. She had spent too much of her life hiding things from the men in her life.
Finn was silent for a beat and then burst into laughter.
"Johnny?" he continued laughing.
She smiled, her fears assuaged.
"The poor guy," Finn wiped a tear from his left eye. "He's probably still in a sweat, replaying the moment in his mind. That's something he'll never forget."
Alicia shook her head, not having realized that it might actually mean something to Johnny while it meant absolutely nothing to her. She found herself not caring in the moment, like she hadn't when she'd kissed him, and wanting nothing more than to continue kissing the man before her.
"Finn," her voice was sultry, sensual in what she realized must be a uniquely Alicia Florrick way.
She leaned in and planted her lips on his. She didn't allow him to take control of the kiss, instead pressing her tongue past his scotch-laced lips. When her fingers thread through his short hair, he shivered at the slight tug she gave. His tongue tangled with hers before she tilted her head to the side allowing her the ability to actually take his tongue between her lips. The suction brought with it a primal groan from the male lawyer.
His hand being the only thing he had any control over reached for her breast and began kneading with intense want. Her moan echoed what he had just released from his own depths. When his thumb pressed in the center of the cushioned mound, finding her sensitive nipple beneath the slight padding, she broke the kiss.
"Now who doesn't play fair?" she teased, pressing soft kisses to his lips and cheek.
"You started it?" his voice was husky in a way she had fantasized it might be.
"This couch is looking better and better."
He pulled back to find her eyes dark with arousal. She was as beautiful as he had seen her. He liked the idea of having the ability to do this to her.
"You don't have to convince me," he spoke softly. "But a true celebration deserves a bed."
Here was the kind, sensitive man that she had valued so greatly as a friend being the type of soon-to-be-lover she should have expected of him. She smiled at him.
"What?" he asked.
"You're a good man, Finn Polmar."
Not allowing her to convince him otherwise, he stood and held out a hand for her. When she stood he nodded his head toward the door. Going to his desk for his briefcase and keys, he noticed her eyes never leaving him. Returning to her side, they stood before the closed door and shared a soft kiss.
"Where to?" he spoke without the hesitation he had when he'd asked this question earlier.
"Yours," she took his hand and entwined their fingers. "It is much more suitable for a celebration. A loud celebration."
Her words caused Finn to blush while also increasing his arousal ten fold.
"We better hurry."
-finis-
