Will wasn't proud of it. He really, really wasn't. He hated feeling like a teenage boy when she was around. He hadn't

acted like this since they were in college, where she had that same effect on him.

Then again, was it his fault that his body had a natural excited reaction to her?

The first time in a long time it had happened after their reunion was the first day she came into his office for her interview. She was wearing a beautiful professional dress with a square neckline that complemented her chest. She accessorized with pearls and wore her hair short and pulled back from her face. She looked gorgeous. More gorgeous than Will had remembered her being.

She was as beautiful as before, but her beauty held some maturity to it. Her features held the weight of the years that had passed and the pain she'd gone through. Her hair was now straight, as opposed to her unruly curls. After two kids, though, her body still looked amazing, Will noticed, and her legs were a sight.

All in all, he had a lot to digest when she walked into his office that day. That, combined with the excitement of seeing her, did things to him.

He felt tingles go through him when she sat down and they started talking. They recounted their old college days and laughed a lot. He'd missed her so much.

The smile and excitement on her face when he hired her filled him with pride and he'd wondered why he hadn't offered her a job years before. She left his office, happy and content, as was he. Her scent lingered in the room and Will fidgeted in his chair and readjusted his pants. Fuck. Well, that was one thing that hadn't changed.

A month later, Alicia was in his office working on a case. She was sitting on his sofa with paperwork laid all over the coffee table. He sat across from her on his leather chair.

"Will,"

"Hm?" He looked up from the file in this hand and his eyes locked with hers. The hazel was accentuated by the light coming in from the window and he stared mesmerized for a second. He snapped out of it when she started talking about evidence she found. His eyes slid down her chest to the slight cleavage showing from her blouse. Her skin, so clear, and smooth, and if he could only run his mouth along her collarbone…

He cleared his throat and looked at the document she shoved in his face.

Crossing his legs, he hoped to God she didn't notice his semi twitching in his pants.

The sheer power she had over him was embarrassing. She was the only woman to have that ability. He didn't understand how a lingering scent or a glance at her legs got him all worked up, and when it did, he felt shame. Like a hormonal, teenage boy with too much energy and nowhere to channel it.

He needed to get laid.

A year after that, when Alicia had become somewhat of a seasoned lawyer, they went out with Kalinda for drinks to celebrate winning a case. Alicia had downed a few drinks and was acting flirty, something she hadn't been since Georgetown. Back then, she used to drink too much and wrap herself around him the whole night. He'd let her crash at his place and wake up with her cuddling against him. Good times.

Present day Alicia, tough and put-together as she may seem, still held similar mannerisms.

They were sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar and Alicia was on her fourth shot of tequila and second glass of wine and she had already scooted closer to him. Will wasn't planning on getting drunk (someone had to drive), so he was nursing his glass of scotch.

"You were great in court today," she told him. She had a lazy smile and was staring up at him.

"I was, wasn't I?"

She laughed at that, a surefire sign that she was drunk. Will quirked an eyebrow at her. She was adorable. She patted his shoulder and he felt goosebumps grow beneath her touch.

"Wanna dance?" She whispered in his ear. Her hot breath against the shell of his ear made him gulp. Not again.

"Uhh," he had to say no. He couldn't handle being close to her in this state.

"Come onnnn," she whined and squeezed his arm. He looked at Kalinda, who had been awfully quiet, for help. She just shrugged, "yeah Will go dance with her." She took a drink from her glass and smirked at him. Alicia grinned and pulled him up.

"I'm getting back at you." He told Kalinda as he was being dragged away. She gave him a knowing look and winked.

Alicia held his hand tight and moved to the music. They didn't usually go to pubs like this but they made the exception. There was a good number of people around them and Will leaned into her. "Leesh, what if someone sees us?"

She shrugged, "fuck them."

She danced drunkenly to the upbeat music and he had to suppress a laugh. Drunk Alicia, ever the dancer. She rubbed up against him and held onto him, swaying him with her. He wasn't nearly drunk enough for this.

All her moving, paired with the sheer sight of her, made him stir in his pants again. She had shed her blazer and unbuttoned the first couple buttons of her blouse and she was a vision, all flushed and wide-eyed and happy.

He felt guilty again. Here she was, having some innocent fun with him and his body had to fuck it up. Creep.

"Leesh," He held onto her arms to calm her down. "What?"

"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back." He spoke in her ear over the loud music. She kissed his cheek. "Okay, don't take too long. I don't want some creep rubbing up on me."

His mind blanked for a second and he nodded, barely processing what she said.

Walking to the restroom, he passed by their table. Kalinda gave him a once-over and smirked. She knew.

Goddammit.

His worst fear happened a few months after that.

They were in the hallway, talking for a bit. What was a conversation about a case turned into a catching up session. Alicia was wearing one of her exquisite red dresses and had ditched the blazer in her office. The lines of her body were already throwing him into a trance and he had to force himself to focus.

"Incoming!" He heard David Lee exclaim, passing by them with a whole slew of underlings. They were all in such a rush they threw Alicia off her balance and she stumbled into his grasp. Having her squished against him was the last straw and he cursed to himself when his body did its thing.

He quickly steadied her, hoping she didn't feel anything.

Her eyes had widened and a blush was creeping up her cheeks. Fuck.

"Uh," she started.

"I have a call to make…. see you later!" He practically scurried away from her.

Very smooth, Will.

When they finally got together, it was a relief. What had once been a nuisance was now foreplay and he didn't have to extensively try to hide his boners from her anymore. Still, they were embarrassing to get at work.

Will was sat at the conference room table working. He had just finished a meeting with a client and was figuring out the details to proceed with their case. He was alone in the room when Alicia walked in.

"Hey,"

He swiveled his chair. "Hey baby," he said quietly, so no one would hear but her. She shut the door and hovered him and his files.

"How'd the meeting go?"

"It was alright. They don't want to settle so I guess we're going to court."

Alicia leaned over his shoulder to read over what he had. She pressed her palm on the table and scrunched her eyebrows as she focused. Her scent engulfed him. Lavender and Vanilla. That, with her proximity and raspy voice, made his body act up again.

"Yeah, I think that's the best way to—" She turned to face him, but her gaze lingered on his lap. "Well, hello there." She smirked at him and he blushed.

"You have no idea how many times this had happened, it's embarrassing." In a way, it felt good to come clean, if a bit embarrassing.

Alicia laughed and sat in the chair next to his. "Well, then what can I do with this newfound knowledge?" She pretended to think for a moment. "Oh! I think I'd look great in my dark red dress tomorrow. Remember? The one you peeled off of me two weeks ago?"

Will gulped. "Don't you dare."

She leaned in and whispered, "watch me."

She stood up and left the room, leaving him simmering with excitement and anxiety.

The prompt: Will struggles to hide his boners from Alicia.