This sort of starts as a reimagining of the scene in the bar in Hybristophilia that I wrote for the 2010 Femslash Kink Meme but I figured I'd toss it up here because there just aren't enough Alicia/Kalinda fics in the world.
"Are you gay?" Alicia was nearly poured over the bar, hand tightly clasping an empty shot glass that still smelled faintly of tequila. Her lips probably tasted of tequila too. Kalinda almost answered the question by finding out just exactly what Alicia tasted like.
"Why do you want to know?" She covered her hesitation with her usual mysterious grin. Alicia wasn't asking as a come on, Kalinda knew it even through the alcohol, though she really wished it was. She had done everything she could to get Alicia out of her head –as a woman who was so tightly in control of every situation she found herself in, it was unnerving to be so hung up on someone so thoroughly unattainable.
"We always talk about every detail of my life. I just wanted to know something about your life." They talked about every detail of her life, because Kalinda loved to watch her lips move – and because Kalinda shamelessly tried to get Alicia drunk at every opportunity. Alicia got talkative when she was drunk.
"I'm…private." Kalinda was more than aware of the fact that your average straight person would have simply denied the slightest hint of homosexuality, but Alicia was drunk, she wouldn't pick up on these things.
"No, you like to be mysterious because you think it's sexy," Alicia gestured vaguely at Kalinda with her shot glass before thumping it firmly back onto the bar. The other woman's dark eyes searched Alicia's face, trying to discern whether she shared the opinion that Kalinda's mysteriousness was sexy. She wanted her to.
A disheveled man, tie loose beneath his unbuttoned jacket and vest took that moment to lean on the bar behind Alicia, smiling a drunk grin at the two women. It was too wide, too toothy and he smelled like beer and cologne. Kalinda's jaw twitched, only to be swiftly replaced by a fake smile. She wanted the man to leave, wanted him not to be so close to Alicia, taking up her time and presence that should be reserved only for Kalinda tonight. "You two look lonely," he slurred, breathing out the smell of vodka and stale bar peanuts.
"We're celebrating," Kalinda snapped, the fake smile faltering for a moment. "And we don't need any company." To illustrate her point she leaned over, slipping her arm around Alicia's waist and pulling the taller woman tightly against her side, hip to hip. The lawyer was too drunk to complain about how deeply Kalinda's fingers were digging into her flesh – probably leaving marks. Kalinda hoped it was leaving marks, dark impressions of her fingers against Alicia's pale skin so that the next time she undressed in front of a mirror she could see them, see Kalinda's hold on her.
The position was an obvious signal of possession that wasn't lost on Alicia, no matter how drunk. "I think you might be gay," Alicia murmured, close enough now to speak directly into Kalinda's ear. Her breath tickled softly, sending a line of shivers straight to Kalinda's center. She turned in Kalinda's arm, pressing her breasts against her side. "I think I might be a little gay too," the alcohol made it hard for her to modulate her voice appropriately, and the last was audible to the man that had not yet taken Kalinda's hint and departed.
He grinned broadly, glancing back and forth between the two women. Before he could make a lewd remark, Kalinda cut him off – her smile dropped away to be replaced by her bared teeth. "Go," she growled, no longer capable of patience or politeness. The soft weight of Alicia's breasts, nipples growing inexplicably erect as they brushed against her, pulled her mind into a haze of arousal that shaved off all the fine corners of her manners.
Her seriousness cut through the man's drunken imagination and he finally turned to reluctantly leave, but Alicia didn't move away from Kalinda. She pressed closer instead, wrapping her arms around Kalinda's trim waist, breathing against her ear and then she lowered her lips, kissing down the smooth column of the smaller woman's neck. "Big strong hero," she murmured, giggling lightly.
"Mine," Kalinda growled, pulling Alicia after her as she pulled away from the bar, heading purposefully for the bathroom. Alicia stumbled once before she caught herself against her, still wrapped around her side, matching Kalinda's stride. Just the idea of taking Alicia, claiming her, soaked Kalinda's panties. Her fingers slipped down, tugging Alicia's blouse out of her skirt as they walked. She parted the two pieces of clothing enough to run her hand along the warm, bare skin of her lower back. The urge to sink her teeth into it, marking her, nearly overwhelmed her. She was panting by the time she pushed Alicia backwards into the last bathroom stall and kicked it close.
Alicia whimpered, bracing herself with one hand against either wall of the stall to keep from falling at the force Kalinda exerted over her. She left her palms pressed against the cool metal as Kalinda pulled at the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lacy bra underneath. Kalinda's hands closed roughly over her breasts, pinching the nipples through the fabric hard enough to cause Alicia to whimper. She roughly grabbed the hem of Alicia's skirt and hiked it up. The curve of Alicia's ass was just too tempting. She slapped it hard, undoubtedly coloring the skin under her cotton panties. The force of the blow sent Alicia's hips swaying forward to press against Kalinda's, eliciting another needy whimper.
"Please," Alicia murmured, eyelids dropping as her back arched. The plea only speeded Kalinda's hands which were already yanking her panties down the curves of Alicia's firm thighs. She left them around Alicia's knees, trailing her hands back up to push her legs far enough apart to open her for Kalinda's eager fingers.
Alicia moaned her name, head thrown back, as Kalinda slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. The motion of Alicia's hips, pressing greedily against Kalinda's deep thrusts caused one side of her shirt to fall back, revealing the finger-shaped bruises Kalinda had left when she'd initially drawn Alicia to her. The sight coupled with the total surrender of Alicia's body to her ministrations nearly sent Kalinda over the edge.
"Mine," Kalinda leaned in to nip at Alicia's neck, adding the pad of her thumb to Alicia's clit with a deliberate swiping motion.
"Yours," Alicia moaned as her body convulsed in orgasm around Kalinda's fingers.