Okay here it is, chapter 2 and the reason the story is m-rated.
This story was started long ago, before the season started. But reading over chapter one again I realize that chapter had no time frame really so I re-wrote this chapter and finished it so it takes place after 4x14. I didn't think I would ever finish the story but the muse decided I should thanks to getting into a Phantom Mood yesterday. Thank you to Randi, Steffi and Chrissy for their help with this chapter :-)
I don't own The Good Wife, or the songs Music of the Night, Wind Beneath My Wings or Love Never Dies. Or Pretty Woman or Gossip Girl which is both inspiration for some of the following scenes.
Oh and one thing remember a grand piano is not always open...
Music of the Night
Chapter 2
As he played the last couple of notes, Alicia grew nervous. What was she supposed to do now? What were they supposed to do now? She took a quick glance on his face once more, something she had avoided ever since the sight of the single tear on his cheek. His cheeks which were actually wet by now with other tears. She couldn't remember any time in the last few years where she had felt more conflicted than in this moment. She had broken off their "arrangement" with loose no-strings sex after she had kissed Will... Not because of Will, but because of how bad she felt for what she had done to Peter by that. Her bad conscious had gotten in the way, and she had felt too guilty to continue, especially when she knew Peter wanted more.
Now though she knew he was hurting terribly and needed her, the song had crumbled the defenses he had held up all the way through the last few days, ironically it had almost broken down hers as well, and her heart screamed for her to comfort him, but at the same time her head told her to get out, to go back to bed. It would be safer for her and her heart in the long run. They had been growing closer and closer until she screwed it up and her bad consciousness made her pull back. She had been scared to take the last steps, so scared of her heart breaking, and then her guilt had gotten in the way too. She was still scared and felt guilty but he needed her in this moment and there wasn't any chance she could ever go back and pretend he didn't, ignore his hour of need. Not when she realized just how much he was hurting, and needing someone. And in this moment all he had left were the kids and her.She knew how that felt all too well. Veronica and her had never been close, and in many ways neither had she and Owen for many years. Her father really had been the only family she felt close to for so long. Her father and later on Peter and their kids.
Like back when her father died. Peter had been her only family, and now it was him who had to feel like that. She took a deep breath. She had to be there for him, be his pillar of strengths and shelter like he had been hers. She carefully slid off the bench, and lifted one of his hands still resting at the keys, so she could slip in to the space in front of him. He looked up at her. His eyes filled with confusion, sadness and worry. He opened his mouth about to say something, but she placed a finger on his lips halting, him. Instead she wrapped her arms around him the best she could and pulled him forward so his face was pressed into her stomach. She could feel his warm breath through the thin layers of silk from her robe and nightgown. She swallowed the lump that was starting to gather in her throat, knowing she had to continue holding him like this, when she felt him starting to shake a little, the wetness soaking the silk confirming her suspicion that he was truly crying now.
She rubbed his back and neck lightly and stroked his hair like she would do with the kids. Her fingers slid through the silky strands of his hair, brushing it backwards. However her touch soon grew even more tender and lighter. She knew she had entered dangerous territory by this, was she ready to go there again? She wasn't sure, it had been a month since last time, and she knew going there again now would mean more for him, so much more. If she did this now and didn't have her heart in it she could hurt him even worse. She knew they were on the edge especially when she felt how Peter stopped shaking and his hands suddenly took hold on her hips, like he was making sure she really was there in front of him. She felt his thumbs rub circles on her skin through her thin silky clothes. And she noticed how he pressed his face more against her stomach. His breath sending shivers down her back already, and making the silk wet where his mouth was. His lips burning her skin though the thin material keeping them apart from her naked skin.
Suddenly he pulled back and looked up at her. His eyes had grown darker, they were still holding a lot of mixed emotions: confusion, sadness and worry, but she also saw both raw love and desire there. She swallowed once more. Her fingers were still running through his hairm brushing it off his forehead with tender touches. She could read the question in his eyes, and she wasn't sure what her answer should be. Yes, she wanted to comfort him, help him, and a part of her knew this would help him to feel something else than hurt and loneliness, she also knew it would make him feel that he still had someone, that he wasn't alone, and that he in many ways honestly did need this human connection at moment. But she also feared what it would do to her, to them, to go to that place. Was she really ready to take that step? If she took it and regretted it, this time she knew they wouldn't be able to salvage anything ever again, because her guilt for kissing Will in her silly moment of weakness would be nothing compared to the guilt she would feel for going there with Peter when he needed her the most and regretting it and almost abandoning him. She closed her eyes for a second, could she let go of her own fear and help them both heal. If she couldn't this would end up hurting them both far more tomorrow in the cold light of the day.
She opened her eyes again and met his gaze, taking in the hesitation reflected in them. He slowly let go of her hip with one hand moving it to the knot of her robe and untying it, pushing it open. His eyes held hers, trying to gauge her reaction. Alicia was sure her heart was beating that loud now that Peter would be able to hear it. She took another deep breath, her chest expanding with it. She hoped the extra air would give her an idea about what would be the best course of action, it didn't but the look in his eyes, his need for her that was her answer. After all wasn't that what she had longed for in the later years, him needing her as much as she used to need him. She reached down and kissed him softly on the lips. Giving him the permission he had waited for and making her choice for what road they would follow now one traveled together once more, like they always should have.
He was still hesitating as he started to return the kiss. It was tender, caring and soft. He broke it off first his eyes begging for a final answer, so she gave him a short nod. This however changed the pace of things; the next thing she felt was one of Peter's arms under the back of her legs as he picked her up. She expected him to carry her upstairs to his bed. However she didn't expect him to just lift her a little more up so he could place her on the closed top of the grand piano. He stepped in between her legs pushing down a few keys in the process, letting them ring out a couple of tunes.
His lips found hers once more, as he brushed some of her hair away from her face. The kiss was just as tender as the other one. She opened her mouth a little, letting his tongue slide in and meet hers. One of Peter's hands was cradling her neck, angling her head to give him the best access to her mouth. She carefully broke the kiss, letting them both catch their breath. His eyes still showed how unsure he was if she really meant this, and she understood him, after all she must have been confusing him with all of her mixed signals, sex and closeness suddenly to pull back with no explanation other than it was too risky with the kids and she needed time to think of what she wanted, that was the excuse she had used. And incredibly enough he had accepted it like he had accepted anything else she had come up with in this "relationship limbo" they had going for so long now. She reached forward and placed a kiss onto his jaw, a kiss that was followed by others, telling him she was sure, she was in it.
His hands found her sides, stroking up and down her ribs. Feeling each bone under the tips of his fingers as they crept up along her sides. His thumbs brushed against the underside of her breasts. A move that made Alicia let out a light whimper. He cupped a breast gently, stroking it lightly, making Alicia moan softly into his ear which she was nibbling on the lobe of. She pulled back a moment their eyes meeting once more and she saw his immediately filled with worry as he started to move his hand away. She knew he feared she had regretted and was pulling back and would end this now. She shook her head once more as she took the hand he had moved away and placed it back onto one of her breasts while she reached forward and kissed him once more. Pouring all the emotions she had held back over the last couple of years into it. To convince him that she wanted this, that she loved him, too and needed him as the most important part of her life. That this was for real, and it was no longer just about outlet of desire, steam, sex and passion, it was about love, two souls and lives intertwined in each other, like they had promised each other so many years ago when they gave each other their yes. This was her second yes, her second vow to him that she had forgiven him for the past and she was giving him her promise of I do once more. And the way he returned the kiss with the same mix of emotions, she knew his lips were giving her the same promises while thanking her for finally forgiving him. Their kiss spoke of a love so strong she feared it because it was her greatest weakness, which was why it had taken her so long to let go and let him back into her heart. She felt a few tears escape her own eyes, and shut them close hoping to make sure no more fell down. She opened them once more and starred into his eyes while continuing the kiss. The kiss that was a soft meeting and mating of tongues and emotions. His eyes showed her all of his love for her, the love she; they had both forgotten but now remembered together, and she knew her own were a perfect mirror of the same.
They broke the kiss, panting for air once more. His hand was still paying homage to her breast stroking and massaging it lightly. He carefully reached forward and placed a kiss onto her collar bone. He continued placing light kiss over her skin until he got to the center of her cleavage. Alicia's head fell backwards as she whimpered lightly in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him combing her fingers through his hair, while holding his head against her chest. His heated kisses across her chest were sending shivers down her back.
His lips drifted lower as he started to place soft kisses on top of the silk of her dress. Alicia shrugged out of the robe she still had on but which was by now feeling way to warm around her. She let out another breathless whimper the moment his lips latched onto the nipple his hand was not paying homage to. She carefully focused on the buttons of his shirt, while enjoying his ministrations. The moment she got them all open he let go of her breast with his hand for a second, just long enough to shrug out of the shirt. He continued to cares her breasts with his hand and lips, letting his other hand travel lower on her, caressing her stomach and ribs. She carefully laid back on the piano as his lips drifted lower, down over her stomach leaving a wet tail on the silk while she whimpered softly. He placed kisses all over her stomach as she felt him push her dress up. The irony was not lost on her. She was the one who was supposed to comfort him... and yet here he was making sure of her pleasure before his own. He really had changed in that area, or maybe rather changed back to how it used to be very, very long ago between them, long before the scandal. He kissed her lower on top of the silk of her gown still covering her pubic bone, making her wiggle as she let out a soft whimper. He pushed her long nightgown all the way up around her hips and stomach, placing a kiss on her hip bone before leaving a trail of soft kisses over her panties. She lightly gasped due to the brush of wetness she felt coating them even further than they already were.
He spread her legs a little more and placed a hot open mouthed kiss on top of the soaked silk, making her moan deeply as her hips jerked. His tongue slid over her folds through the silk circling her clit. The silk was soaked but still gave her a bit of friction, as he latched onto her. He kept his ministrations up, licking her folds through the thin silk a little before he moved back, making her whimper due to the loss. She felt him move away and pull the silk carefully off her before pulling her a bit more forward on the piano. She groaned as he placed a soft kiss on the arch of her foot before moving up and placing another behind her knee, both spots she was both ticklish and sensitive. She fisted her hands and bit her lip trying to keep still and relax. As his tongue ran across her inner thigh making her let out a deep moan she wondered how she could ever have given this up again even just for a month. But it was more now. They were not hurried which was shocking especially with where they were. But she knew it was how it should be, how it should have been when she had shared her body with him once more, but she hadn't. This time they did and it was not just her body but her heart, too she shared. She weaved her fingers through his hair, sliding them through his raven locks as his tongue took the first lick of her slit, rasping along the sensitive skin.
He had placed both of her legs over his shoulders, and as he moved she could hear him pressing down the keys of the piano. She moaned as he kept up taking long slow licks of her. She pulled a little on his hair pulling him further against her as he flicked his tongue over her clit. Before teasingly running his teeth over it and sucking it deeply into his mouth. What was he doing to her? She whimpered deeply as his fingers ran over her slit teasing her entrance lightly with soft feather light brushes, and then bit her lip hard to keep in the high pitched moan trying to escape as he moved the two long fingers deep into her twisting them immediately so he brushed against her most sensitive spot. She wiggled and jerked her hips as he slowly moved them in and out of her as he kept flicking her clit with his tongue, changing his rhythm and sending her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. As she let go he kept on moving his fingers inside her, helping her ride it out until she had calmed down, she no longer clawed at his hair like she had as she surrendered to the passion, having needed something to hold on to. She whimpered as his fingers and tongue left her, but sat up so she could lean forward to find his lips once more in a deep passionate kiss. Their tongues meeting and mating again.
She could hear the rustling of his pants and the keys of the piano creating a soft weird melody as he unzipped his pants. She moved forward a bit more. She knew for a fact they had never done this before but it didn't change the fact that it was deeply erotic. She wondered briefly if it was too risky as the kids were in the house. But it was pushed away again as Peter's hands came to rest on her hips once more, pulling her further forward. She knew the position they were in would be a little awkward but he could hold her easily if needed. She wrapped her legs around him and his fingers brushed over her core checking her wetness, before lining himself up against her. He was careful as he entered her slowly, inch by inch. Until he was nestled completely within her. She let her eyes fall close for a second, taking in the feeling of being united with him like this again. It was familiar and something she had been so many times before, even lately yet it was different, better in some way, deeper with a more intense emotional connection than the last many times, maybe than ever, because it was like they were bonding their souls and hearts and lives together once more. Their wordless vows had been spoken between their lips, and now they were bonding themselves to the other once more. The fear was bigger than ever because she, theyknew what they stood to lose with one failed step, the risks they had seen so close now would make it harder but nothing worth having ever came easy and this would be anything but easy. But it was worth having, it was everything.
He kissed her deeply and she wrapped herself closer around him, the move causing the keys to be pushed down again, a soft, distinct sound filling the room. He moved softly a bit out of her making them both moan in pleasure, their moans mixing with the sounds of the keys. It was intense and thrilling. Her eyes slid shut, the emotions too deep and overwhelming. She hadn't imagined it would be having such a strong impact on her. Peter's lips left hers and he placed kisses on her cheeks and eyelids, making her open them again. She gulped, his eyes told her he felt the same, that it meant just as much if not more to him what they were sharing in this moment. He carefully pushed back into her, hitting her deeply. She kissed him on the lips again, and moved with him on the next slide. He pulled her more forward so she slid almost all the way off the top of the piano and it was only there as the last bit of support. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck holding on to his shoulders for better support. He wasn't able to pull out much from her in this position but it wasn't what mattered in this moment it was that they were like this. He moved with small movements that kept him locked deeply in her for most of the time.
She felt how she clenched tightly around him, making him groan against her lips, and pull her all the way off the piano so the edge pressed against her lower back. She would probably be hurting tomorrow from it but it didn't matter at the moment. Everything but the two of them had disappeared from their sphere, leaving them in a bubble of their own, she no longer heard the sounds of the piano, probably much the same as he picked up pace a little now he had her in a position with better leverage where it was made possible. His pushes were hard and deep, making her moan and whimper in pleasure. He had her on the edge soon with this but he didn't stop as she fell over, leaving a feeling like she was floating due to the pleasure. Dear heaven, was he trying to sent her into a second well no third actually embolism of total surrender to their passion.It seemed like it, and it wouldn't take long with how sensitive she was due to her already two highs. He kept moving deeply in her, changing their angle a little. She wrapped herself tighter around him, if possible at all, the heel of her feet digging into him. She kissed him deeply as he sent her over the edge once more, following her this time. Alicia was pretty sure she might very well have passed out for a few seconds because when she opened her eyes, when had she even closed them? He had lowered her onto the keys of the piano, and as she wiggled a little she pushed a couple more down, letting their tune ring out in the room that was otherwise only filled with their heavy labored breathing.
She really hoped the kids were deeply asleep and hadn't heard them. There would be no easy way to explain what had just happened. Well at least not one she wanted to give them. They would tell them about their romantic reunion most likely tomorrow morning, but she would prefer to leave out the finer intimate details. Peter held her close still, but carefully pulled out of her. She let go of him with her legs, letting him move more. He bend down and picked up his pants and boxers that were around his ankles. Alicia smiled lightly over how impatient they had been when it came down to it. After he had zipped them up he wrapped his arms around her once more and pulled her with him as he moved backwards and sat down on the piano bench again, holding her in his lap this time. She rested her head against his shoulder. This was not a first time but like him playing for her it felt like forever since the last time. He moved so he could pull the bench a bit closer and reach the keys. She wrapped her arm around his neck, supporting herself in his lap when she realized he intended to play more. She hadn't imagined he would, but it reminded her once more of the memory of him trying to teach her to play, it had ended much the same way only the bench that time, but followed by him like now playing for her once more, as she grow close to sleep, just like now. Irony again as he was the one that would need the sleep yet it was her that was close to it. She smiled as she heard the first few tones of what he was playing this time. She knew unlike before this was no coincidence that he went with this song. He had once long ago said it described what she meant to him. She had joked by telling him if he was ever elected president he could get Bette Milder to sing it at his inauguration. She felt tears gather in her eyes once more listing to the notes of Wind Beneath My Wings.
She buried her face against his neck. Breathing in his musky smell. She listened to him playing silently.
She looked out of the window, taking in the first morning sun playing in a couple of puddles of rain water from yesterday still on the ground. She smiled softly, yesterday's gray and sadness was pushed aside by the sun, seemed almost like a reference to her own life, her and Peter's life she reminded herself. That was how it was now. When he had finished playing last night for her after their love making, he had gathered his shirt and her lace panties and robe before picking her up and carrying her up to their old bedroom, and making love to her yet again. Before they fell asleep cuddled closely together, his every angle molded to her curves. He had still been completely pressed against her as she woke up, and it had taken a little time to move out of his tight embrace.
She smiled to herself, remembering how little he had seemed to want to let go of her, just as she felt a couple of strong arms wrap around her from behind, and a soft kiss being placed on her neck. She titled her head giving him better access to the skin.
"You should be sleeping... you haven't gotten too much of it the last days." She told him softly, and felt him nod against her.
"I woke up and the bed was cold. I thought..." He broke off what he had wanted to say, but he didn't need to say the words for she knew what he had thought.
"You thought I had left." She breathed out softly, and felt him nod once more, she closed her eyes for a second before she unwrapped herself enough from his hold so she could turn around to face him. Their eyes met, and she placed a hand on his cheek.
"I am not leaving Peter... never again... I wouldn't have gone there last night if I didn't mean it."
"I love you... Alicia I love you so much and... I am so..." She broke him off by placing a finger on his lips.
"I know... I love you too and I am sorry too..." She whispered.
"You got nothing to be sorry for..." He told her gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"But I do... what I have been doing the last 6 months has not been fair to you, not when I knew you wanted more, and even less with how I broke it off suddenly with no explanation. Peter, I was scared... I knew where this was going and I feared I wasn't ready... I am now. I wouldn't have gone there with you already hurting if I intended to run again. I promise you I am not leaving." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her in a gentle kiss. The sun shone at them through the window as they kissed, this time their first day of their new start together. Last night had been their second exchange of wedding vows between their hearts, and their second wedding night, today was their new beginning. And she knew deep in her heart that they were both ready to make it right this time and do so for the rest of their lives, because their love for each other might have wavered and been forgotten and felt like it had been gone but it never was. It was always there deep within their hearts and never again would it be forgotten or hid.
Hope you enjoyed the story... if you don't know the song the story is titled after go look it up, same with the song "Love never Dies" they are inspirations.