Okay here you have it, chapter 7. and there will be rating warning for this one as it has sexual content through the chapter, though this one is probably only a T-rating the second part(chap 8) is the m-rated. This chapter I owe to different people. First of all Jule who asked me with these puppy eyes to do flashbacks. Other than that I owe the idea to Silvy who first brought it up, along with her comes, Talita, Aleisha, Chanel who were all encouraging Sabrina and I to write this into a story together... Both of us have been busy so I asked my amazing Sabrina if she would be okay with it if I used it for this story, she was. So at last I owe it to her! Thank you all my amazing twitter girls, you make my days better... and the day you asked for this and told me I could do it justice I needed it more than ever, so really thank you, it is a pleasure to finally give this chapter and this scene to you!
I also need to mention that in chapter 6 i mentioned Mel playing baseball and wanting to teach Grace that idea i owe to Tessgrey and Sabrina...
I don't own the good wife... if I did Jules/Danielle and Josh would have been filming the scene in this last week! So you better cross your fingers RK agrees and do this too!
Chapter 7: How We Love and Hate (part 1)
A doorbell rang.
Will spun around, he was almost done with cleaning up the kitchen and wondered who could it be at this time. He had friends in town but not many he could see coming over this time, at night and ringing the doorbell, especially when they knew that Melanie would be asleep.
He dried his hands in a towel and walked out in the hallway and to the door to open it, only to find that there was no one there.
He rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep out of them. The exhaustion and lack of sleep over the last few days had finally made him give in and fall asleep on the couch, having half given up that Alicia would call him back. He would get to her tomorrow. He wasn't going to let it go, not this time. When he had said to hell with bad timing to her last night, he had meant it. Screw their bad timing, it didn't matter. Her mother had been right when she told him he needed to stop being polite about it. He could handle it all. He needed to make her see that they could work, that she didn't need to be so damn strong and handle it all herself; that he would help her, that he would be there every step of the way. He would make it work with her two children. He had gotten a first try at that, questioning and helping her son in court, and that had given him one of the biggest highs ever, especially when he saw her soft smile at him as a thank you for offering to take it instead of Diane. And it had only grown when she looked even more happy as he succeeded in helping Zach. He would battle it all for her; the kids, Peter, the press, Diane, the firm, none of it mattered like she did. He would deal with it and take it all on, and he knew that clearer now than ever and more he knew he needed to tell her that. He had realized this the second she reached in to kiss him, even after telling him months before that they needed to drop it, even after she had told him they couldn't go there again because it would be worse than last time now that she was back with Peter. Yet she still reached in for the kiss. And the kiss… while the one they had shared in her office had been one of passion, desire, anger, hate and love all mixed together, this one had been one of longing, love and tender desperation. And then she whispered, teary-eyed, voice broken and heartbreak in her eyes,"What do we do?" asking him for a solution, asking him to guide her in this, as she couldn't do it anymore. She had been the one setting all their rules so far, but he realized in that moment she had almost begged him to help her out now, to take over, to be the one that guided them now. And he had known this was probably his last chance, so he had grabbed it, and he intended to hold onto it. He wouldn't let her get away this time. Yet he had fallen asleep decided that she would probably never answer that night anyway, busy celebrating the election.
Yet here he was, dragging himself to the door, woken by the bell, and his heart was beating faster than ever, because a part of him knew it could only be one person. "Her." She hadn't called him, but she had come to him "finally!" He pulled the door open and met the soft mossy green eyes, sparkling and shining at him, though they also held a weird emotion, one he wasn't completely sure what was.
Will stumbled back shaking his head, trying to get rid of the memory. What was wrong with him? Was he going crazy? Hearing things that were not there. Things that had only been in a memory of his past? Could that even be? He shook his head again, and closed the door and walked back in. He was feeling a little sick faced with the memory. And he didn't want to think further than that part. That was already more than enough. Enough to have his blood boiling once more. He should have known the interaction with her daughter would bring back memories he had done everything in his power to forget. He swallowed deeply and walked back to the kitchen to finish up, thankfully not faced with more memories.
Once done he checked his watch, it wasn't as late as he had imagined, meaning he should probably try and get some work done. He went into his study and pulled out a case file. He started to read over it and make notes on things he needed to look up and to check out, while in his head running over other cases from the past that could possibly help as supportive law material. He scribbled in margin of file, and pulled over what Hannah had found for him, smiling a little when he once more realized he couldn't have wished for a better assistant; not only had she once more dug up gold for him, she had highlighted what she thought he should read the most, and that would be the most helpful, and like always she had been right. He started to make more notes on the original file with things he now knew from Hannah's research. "Hannah", he sighed a little of the thought of her. She was amazing, and she was probably his best friend out here. And she knew him probably better than he knew himself. When they first started working together and becoming friends, he had more than once considered if there were grounds for more, and he had more than once concluded that if he had met her 30 years ago, before he lost his soul and heart to Kali herself, Hannah and him would have worked. But now, now he didn't have enough to offer her, now he didn't have a heart to offer her. Some would say it was just a deep fear of getting burnt once more, but it wasn't just that.
Soft moans came from her as he kissed down the ivory skin of her stomach, her skin so warm and soft if felt like she was burning. His lips and tongue left a soft trail of kisses down and along her panty line, as his fingers started to tuck down the black lace hiding her most intimate parts from him.
Will gasped and shook his head again needing to rid himself of that memory, not easy because he was already rock hard just from the thought. He couldn't think of that. He wouldn't give in to that memory of him giving his heart fully that one night. He didn't want to think about it. And he certainly didn't want to feel like he was now, like a horny high school boy, that got hard because of a nice pair of breasts. And it wasn't like that time was the last time he had sex, not even the last time he slept with her. And after there had been others too, even though it had been some time at this point, truth be told it had probably been more than some time at this point, but still. Alicia fucking Florrick was not that amazing in bed, he shouldn't react like this to a single memory of her, and he shouldn't be thinking about her like that at all. "Except she was exactly that amazing in bed." A voice in his head told him. While the memory of how they had gone from staring at each other in the door way to making passionately love flooded his memory, and he gave in, like he had back then, given into her wish of letting talk wait until the next day.
"Alicia..." He whispered softly, now looking at her, words seemed to be failing him, yet he stepped aside to let her in. She looked amazing dressed in the sleek black dress, her throat and clavicle visible, and her soft pale skin was such a contrast to the black, making her throat and neck even more tempting and desirable, and have him longing to kiss and lick the her there, as she whimpered his name in pleasure. He wanted to kiss it and taste it more than he had ever wanted before. She followed him in, and closed the door behind her, turning to face him again. He knew he needed to say something but the sight of her was still overwhelming.
"I hope I didn't wake you up..." She whispered softly, and he shook his head, smiling a little, she had woken him up, but like that mattered compared to the fact that she was here with him. She was with him, the thought was terrifying. And suddenly there was so much he wanted to ask her. What did it mean that she was here? What about Peter? Her kids? The press? Did it all matter as little to her now as it did to him? Did she finally see they were exceptional together, not just good together, good was another word for okay, for alright, and that was ordinary! What they were together wasn't ordinary in anyway, it was better, it was extraordinary. Yet he wasn't able to form what he really wanted to say and make it sound the best.
"You came... I thought... I had given up hope on talking with you tonight..." He finally whispered, while hitting himself over the head for not saying something better, now that he had the chance. However Alicia nodded slowly and gave him a hesitating smile.
"I am glad you came... do you want something to drink or eat?" He offered her and she shook her head slowly.
"We should talk..." He whispered, while he gulped as he recognized the fire now coloring her mossy green orbs. One that normally meant anything but talking when it came to Alicia. But he couldn't go there, not yet, not before they had talked. He couldn't, he couldn't give into passion before words were spoken. But as she stepped forward, all the way up to him, reaching in and kissing him softly, he knew he was kidding himself. They needed to talk and badly but who could think of talking when Alicia was kissing him? It was soft and exploring, lips caressing each other, it was as light as butterfly wings. He couldn't hold back, he needed to touch her more so he slipped an arm around her waist pulling her tight against his chest, making her sigh softly, her lips opening a little under his. He grabbed the chance and slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing and stroking every corner of her mouth while he slid his other hand up to her head, letting his fingers thread through her soft dark curls. He caressed the skin of her neck gently, while he titled her head slightly, giving him better access to her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and he could feel her letting go completely as her arms slipped around him, holding him to her as they kissed each other deeply.
Will pulled himself back, he couldn't think of it. He just couldn't and he could really not think of what came next, the words he whispered to her for the first time in person as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed, agreeing with her plea that any more talk waited until the next day. He checked his watch; he would clearly not get any more work done, but sleep right now he knew would only bring him dreams of Alicia, dreams of that night. And he didn't want those. It was hard enough being overwhelmed by the memories awake. It would only be worse in sleep where he could do nothing to escape them. Just like he had been unable to ever escape the power she had over him, dreams of her would be the same.
This chapter was getting too long so it is split up, sit tight for the follow up.
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