AN: M RATED CHAPTER.

Guys I added a cover image for this story and it's so adorable. I took it from Julianna's Instagram (she posted a selfie recently on Josh's birthday). The pic KILLS me. It's so inexplicably Willicia. Sigh. Enjoy this chap! it's the longest one yet *wink*

Alicia had finally agreed to make a public appearance with Peter. It had been months since she'd discovered the truth about Kalinda and, having spent so much time exploring Will, thought she'd help Peter out again. She stopped caring about him, but the nagging part of her brain kept telling her to help her children's father. Eli had even made a hurried visit to her office in an anxious swirl.

"Without you, Peter's just a dope who paid for a prostitute." He'd said.

The power she held when it came to him amused her, and she thought exploiting it every once in a while was her right. So there she was, getting ready for a cable TV interview, ready to advertise the firm she got promoted at recently.

"They're ready for you, Alicia." Eli approached the makeup chair she was sat in and smiled broadly. Peter then came up to her and held her hand, guiding her to the set. She gulped and swallowed down her discomfort.

The host greeted them and they sat across her at the glass table. No matter how many times Alicia got in front of a camera, it never got easier. It wasn't stage-fright or anxiety, she just hated being in the public eye, which is the worst thing you can hate as a politician's wife.

"Hello everyone and welcome to Face the Nation. I'm Margaret Brennan and our guests today are newly appointed Illinois Cook County State's Attorney Peter Florrick and his wife, Alicia Florrick, esquire." The host turned from the camera to them. "Thank you for joining me today."

"Thanks for having us." They said together.

They talked a bit about Peter's new position, what he was planning on doing differently, how he was planning to make it up to the Cook County people. Alicia was glad it was an actual political talk rather than the borderline gossip columns they always had her on.

Will was in his apartment, watching TV. It was Sunday and Alicia told him she'd be doing an interview with Peter. He tried to not let that bother him. He still wasn't sure why they separated—she wouldn't tell him the exact reason—he just knew that she's been holding contempt against him.

That all seemed to wash away on TV, though. Under the lights and cameras, Alicia looked like a natural. Her hair was styled down, serious but not severe. She was wearing a red dress, her signature color. She was holding Peter's hand over the table, with her silver wedding band shining through.

He knew they were instructed to hold hands. This was all just for show. Alicia told him the only reason she agreed to the interview was to promote the firm. But… the camera panned to her face, and she looked up at Peter, and her eyes were filled with love and awe…

She was either a great actress, or she was hiding something. And he was terrified of the implications.

"How are you two doing now, after everything?" The host asked. Alicia smiled, what he knew to be her pandering smile. "We're great. We've had our ups and downs but Peter made it up to me." She rubbed his arm lovingly and Will felt his skin crawl.

"When I tell you, Margaret, I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making it up to my wife, it is not an overstatement," Peter chuckled, leaned down, and kissed her cheek.

When she smiled up at him, Will shut off the TV. He'd had enough of it.

"Hey! Where are you?" She cheerfully asked Will on the phone. The interview had gone well and the ratings coming in were showing great results.

"Home." Will sounded uninterested but she shrugged it off. "Peter's taking the kids for the night to celebrate so…wanna come over?" Alicia sat in her car in the parking lot, phone pressed to her ear. He was unusually quiet.

"I'll think about it."

"What? What do you have?" She started the car and waited patiently.

"Not much."

His short replies were annoying her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" They were both getting aggravated. "Okay, call me when you're feeling normal again. Bye." Alicia cut off the call and drove home, contemplating his weirdly detached attitude. What was with him? They spoke just that morning and he seemed fine.

A few hours later, there was a knock on her door. Three knocks, their signal, but they seemed rushed, harsher than their usual playfulness. She opened it and Will stood there in a plaid button-down and jeans. Casual Will always felt extremely strange to her; he was so inexplicably made for a suit, she sometimes forgot what he looked like with other clothes on. She had to admit, he looked good.

"Hi," she said, opening the door to let him in. He marched in and stood in the middle of the living room, looking around.

"Is Peter here?" He asked, still wandering around the room. She rolled her eyes. "I'm great Will, how are you?" She crossed her arms and he snorted. "No, he's not, why would he be?" She saw him pick up a picture frame of her, Peter, and the kids. He looked at it intently.

He finally turned to look at her. "You two just seemed awfully cozy on TV today."

Her jaw dropped. "Really? That's what this is about?" She couldn't read his face but she was absolutely floored at the implication of Will being jealous of Peter.

It was his turn to cross his arms and shrug.

Will couldn't believe he was doing this. He had never really been the jealous type, never really got close enough to someone to actually be jealous of any outside attention they got. But that clearly wasn't the case with her.

"I don't know if you watched the interview, Alicia, but anyone watching would've assumed you two were happily in love."

"Yes, exactly! That was the whole point of the interview. I don't see what the issue here is."

"When did you become such a damn good actress?" He felt bitterness and contempt worm into his speech. He hated it.

"Are you accusing of something, Will?" She asked incredulously like she couldn't believe he was actually thinking that way. He didn't blame her, he couldn't believe it either. But the uncertainty in his chest was undeniable, he couldn't not address it.

"Should I be worried about something? Are you mending fences? Getting back together? I think I deserve an explanation." They were face to face in the middle of her living room, practically having a screaming match.

"Are you kidding me? Of course not! I just felt bad for him."

"Well excuse me for speculating, it's not like you gave me a solid reason for the separation in the first place!"

"Since when did you get so jealous of Peter? I used to do appearances with him all the time."

"Since you became mine." His voice got stern and his heart started beating a mile a minute. Fuck, she's gonna hate this wording. He wasn't possessive…was he?

"If that's the case you need to trust me." Her voice softened but her eyes were still laced with hurt. He suddenly felt horrible. "I do trust you," He came up to her and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I do put on a good performance, don't I?" She blushed and wrapped her arms around him. He chuckled. "Oscar-worthy." He kissed her. It quickly turned fervent and he picked her up to take her to the bedroom. She yelped and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

He pushed her bedroom door open with his leg and laid her on the bed, instantly getting to work on her clothes. He took her shirt off and kissed down her torso to the waistband of her pajama pants. He slid them off quickly and went up to face her again. He kissed down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, to her sternum. She hugged his head to her chest, bringing him closer.

He unclasped her bra swiftly and massaged her breasts languidly, all the while looking her in the eye and absorbing her every reaction. She stared back at him with an open mouth, silently begging for more. He brought his mouth to her nipple and licked. She moaned and he blew cool air onto her nub, eliciting a gasp from her pretty mouth.

He was still fully dressed so she pulled at his shirt to get it off. He stopped his movements to grab her wrists tightly. "Not now. First, I need to show you what you'd be missing if you leave me." His voice was low and raspy and it made her shiver. "Will, I'm not gonna leave you." She whimpered and tugged her wrists from his grasp, but he wouldn't budge.

"Let's hope so."

He was needy, plain and simple. He needed her. He needed to show her how much he needed her by proving to her that she needed him too. He looked at her hands and his gaze landed on her left ring finger. "Why do you wear your wedding band when we're together?"

"Force of habit, I guess. I have to wear it when I'm out, anyway."

He took it off and tossed it to the bedside table. He kissed her knuckles one by one and continued his movements down her body and arrived at the waistband of her panties. He kissed around her pelvis slowly, everywhere but where she needed him the most. He moved to her inner thighs. The soft skin against his cheeks felt like heaven and he'd die if he never got to experience that feeling again.

"Will," she mumbled and arched her hips up towards him. He held her down firmly with the palm of his hand and tsked. "You know the rules, baby. Stay put."

He positioned himself in front of her clothed entrance. He kissed her there languidly, before sliding her panties off. He blew cool air on wet folds and she moaned loudly. She was getting impatient. He chuckled and plunged down on her, sucking on her clit.

"Fuck. Will." Her voice went quiet and raised in pitch, the way it usually did when he was pleasuring her, and that tone drove him crazy. She sounded so needy.

He licked along her slit, sucking gently on her lips before he settled against her clit again. Alicia's chest was heaving and her blush had deepened.

He inserted his index finger into her slowly, feeling her up. She gasped and cried out. He inserted another one and curled them upwards, hitting her where he knew would undo her. He kept at his steady movements as her hips got erratic. He licked and kissed along her clit slowly but thrust his fingers at a faster rhythm.

"Will," she choked out, "I'm-I'm gonna cum."

He quickened his pace, determined to help her reach her pleasure. "Yes, yes right there, don't stop." She whispered with that tone of hers and he could feel his cock aching in his jeans.

She came with helpless gasping. Her chest was flushed. She looked breathtaking. She slumped on the mattress below him. He smirked and wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and crawled up to face her again.

"Does Peter make you cum like I do?" He whispered and trailed kisses along her jaw. "Does he please you like I do?" He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her nose lovingly. "Does he make your heart beat like I do?" She looked up at him with hooded eyes, a lazy smile gracing her features. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Say it."

"No one makes me feel like you do, Will. Especially not Peter." He smiled and kissed her lips languidly, breathing her scent in deeply. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her nose, before capturing her lips again. She smiled into the kiss and his heart soared in his chest. He loved her so much.

He stood up and undressed quickly. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her over to him. She stood naked in front of him and he admired her from his seat. "You're a vision." He pulled her between his legs and kissed her torso. She stroked his hair before straddling him. He wrapped his arms around her back to keep her balance.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded vigorously and raised herself. He positioned himself at her entrance and she sank down onto him in one swift move. She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around him, getting used to it. He felt her heartbeat against his chest and, being deep inside of her, felt like it was the closest he'd ever felt to her. Her lips pressed against his neck when she started moving her hips in circles.

He grabbed onto her and started thrusting upwards. He observed her every reaction. No matter how many times they made love, he'd always enjoy looking at her as he's pleasuring her. It filled him with pride, that he was the one eliciting those reactions from her.

His movements quickened and soon she was bouncing on him, His mouth attached itself to her breast as she moaned and gasped against him. He let go and took her lips in his, absorbing her noises and grabbing her tightly to change their position. He turned and placed her on the bed, his lips never leaving hers. He continued his thrusts and increased his rhythm, keeping her in his embrace.

"My baby. You're my baby." He whispered in her ear and kissed it. "You're mine." She hugged him closer and nodded against his chest. "Say it to me."

"I'm yours." She whimpered and kissed his shoulder. He reveled in her words, they fueled him. He squeezed her sides and whispered back, "As I'm yours."

He continued his thrusting for a moment before he felt her walls clench around him. "Will, I'm cumming." She cried out, sucking in her breath. At the sound of her voice, his thrusts turned erratic and he came too, covering her neck with kisses.

He pulled out of her and pulled her in his embrace. They both laid sated and content under the covers.

"I meant what I said." He said, hesitant. She hummed in question. "I'm yours, Leesh. Completely. I want us…to be exclusive. Committed" He paused for a bit observing her reaction. "I mean, it's not like I was seeing anyone else. Ever since we got together it's only been you but… I just need you to know that." That was the scariest thing he'd ever had to say. He's wanted to express these sentiments since law school. "I'm putting all my cards on the table. I know it's not fair of me to put pressure on you because of everything but—"

"I meant it too, Will." She smiled up at him. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." His heart beat loudly and he was positive she could hear it. "And…I'd like to be committed too. You're the only one I've been with in a while and I'd like to keep it that way." She sat up and kissed his cheek. He blushed and she laughed. He was cute.

"I…wow. Leesh, I'm so happy right now you wouldn't believe it." He hugged her tight and she nuzzled his neck. "Let's keep it quiet still for a bit more though, okay? I need to figure out a way to tell everyone."

"Of course. I'll help you." He rubbed her back soothingly and watched her drift off to sleep.

He was happy. So irrevocably happy.

The prompt: Will is jealous.