A/N: OK, so here's another Johnny/Alicia story. I was inspired by the promo for the next episode. I think this one will be 2 or 3 chapters long, and I hope to finish it before March 1st. It is not a sequel to my other story, that one will remain as it is now. I do want to thank all of you for reading that one and for the encouraging reviews you wrote. Enjoy the ride :)

Something was different. She sensed it, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was, exactly. Then her thoughts disappeared in a haze of desire, when he finally touched her. The sheets felt cool against her heated skin. Will's hands trailed fire down her arms, over her hips. His lips touched her mid riff as he kissed his way down from her breasts. Alicia let her head fall back against the pillow, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes in anticipation.

She had missed this, him, so much. She opened her eyes again, wanting to look at him, needing drink in the sight of him. It had been so long… Lifting her head, she found his piercing blue eyes looking back at her, burning with passion…

Wait. Blue?

She almost whispered Will's name, but it wasn't him. She felt a bit silly for not realizing it before. Of course it wasn't him. Will was gone. That was sad, but she didn't feel very sad right now. How could she, when John was giving her that sexy smile, before going back to the exciting things he had been doing to her before?

Renewed lust replaced the surprise that had briefly taken her out of the moment. Alicia smiled and let her head fall back again. "John..." she whispered, urging him to hurry up. His tongue was now so close to where she wanted it to be...

The doorbell rang and John stopped what he was doing.

Alicia moaned and tried to ignore the sound, but whoever was on the other side of the door seemed to really want to speak with her. The bell rang again, this time accompanied by an insistent knocking.

Reality invaded when Alicia opened her eyes. Instead of her bedroom, she saw her living room. She was fully dressed and John was nowhere in sight. An empty wine glass sat on the coffee table. The TV was on, muted footage of tonights protests and Peter calming the masses playing over and over in a never ending news loop.

She remembered pouring herself a healthy glass of red wine after coming home and kicking off her shoes. All she had wanted to do was relax a little, before she went to bed. But she must have been more tired than she'd realized, because she had obviously fallen asleep and...

"Alicia?" John's voice, coming from the other side of the door, sent a jolt through her body and a fluttering sensation through her core. He knocked again, but she couldn't bring herself to answer. Paralyzed, she sat there, a blush creeping up her cheeks. How could she open the door for him after the dream she'd just had? He would see it in her eyes and feel awkward all over again. She couldn't do that to him.

On the other hand… He was her campaign manager. They needed to get through this or stop working together, and then she'd be stuck with Eli again. She liked working with John, because he was honest and smart and he gave her good, practical advice. Also, he only had her best interest in mind, unlike Eli. And after their conversation about the kiss, they had both gone back to behaving like the professionals they were. So maybe she should open the door.

She nodded decisively. And realized that John was probably gone by now. He hadn't knocked again while she was trying to make up her mind. Quickly, she walked to the door and opened it.

There he was, waiting for the elevator. "John, wait," she said, and he turned around just as the elevator door opened. His eyes were just as intensely blue as they had been in her dream.

How had she not noticed those beautiful eyes before?

"Alicia. Hi." He stood in the doorway of the elevator, preventing the door from closing. "Did I wake you?"

"I… Kind of. I dozed off on the sofa." Her face felt heated and her heart rate picked up, when she saw a flash of… desire? in his eyes. She cleared her throat. "So… What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I..." Suddenly, he seemed tense. "I just wanted to remind you…" He smiled awkwardly and his gaze dropped to the floor while he shrugged. "Never mind, campaign stuff. It can wait. I'll call you tomorrow and…"

"John."

"What?"

Alicia couldn't believe what she was about to say. It was probably downright stupid to even think about saying it. But she wanted to say it. And she didn't want things to be this awkward between them. So she took a deep breath and braced herself.

"This… thing between us. Maybe we should just…" She stopped herself. No. She couldn't do this. Could she?

"Maybe we should just… What?" His voice sounded a bit scratchy.

Alicia smiled at him, nervously, then looked at the floor. "Maybe we should just… give in. Get it out of our system. You know?" Looking back up, she saw him relax a little, a slightly puzzled look on his face. She gave him another nervous smile and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Do you want to… come inside?"

He sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide and flashing with heat. At the same time, as if he'd been waiting for her to say just that, he stepped away from the elevator. The doors closed behind him. Then he just stood there, looking at her as if he couldn't believe she'd just invited him in to… Well. That made two of them. She couldn't completely believe it herself.

Maybe she was still dreaming?

She didn't know. She just knew that she wanted him. Now. Alicia reached out her hand, silently inviting him to take it and come inside with her.