A/N: Ok, so I spent my easter weekend writing this one-shot. I loved writing this so much, that I really hope you'll enjoy it too. This is an upbeat, romantic and sexy story that's supposed to bring you good vibes only, a welcome distraction after all the angst I've been throwing at you with Force Majeure and The Darkest Hour. Anyway, this scenario is just too good not to explore and has been in my head for years. Quite literally, because the first draft dates from 2013 (when I'd started writing "Force Majeure"). So this one starts in the coffee shop scene (first couple of lines are transcripts from the show) in 5x14, "A Few Words" and then continues after that. I've always wanted them to end up together somewhere doing that conference, and an elevator that stops working seemed a perfect solution.
Disclaimer: Not mine. First scene is taken from the original episode, 5x14 "A Few Words" and is owned by the King's and CBS.
Summary: Set during 5x14, right after the coffeeshop talk. Will & Alicia get stuck in an elevator: "So, good night then," Alicia says, but she sounds unconvincing. And in some sort of gut response, Will grabs her wrist. "Don't," he says with a hoarse voice, looking straight at her with pleading eyes. "Don't go up."
A Few More Words
"It's hard to get drunk on beer"
– Alicia Florrick
20:10
"A meeting?" Will asks as soon as Alicia hangs up the phone.
"A very important meeting," she answers him. "How to destroy our competitors."
"Good. I expect no less."
"May the best man win." Alicia says and gets up.
Will holds up his beer and watches her walk out. He doesn't really know what to make of the conversation they just had, but he does appreciate her attempt to ease the tension. And he also learned that, apparently, she still cares about how he feels about her, which is an interesting realisation. But the frustrating part was how that handshake, that he sure wasn't meant flirtatious in any way, still made his heart rate increase. He couldn't remember the last time he touched her and that's probably a good thing, because it's - still - throwing him off guard every single time.
Then his eye falls on the bag on the chair next to him. She forgot her bag. Great. He gets up from his table, looks around, but doesn't see her anywhere. She must have already disappeared in the crowd across the street. Never mind, he tells himself. She'll come back.
But Alicia doesn't comes back, so once he finishes his beer and pays his bill, he decides to be nice, take it with him and find her inside.
20:32
He spots her much quicker than statistically probable, thanks to his always on Alicia-radar (that clearly wasn't functioning when he stepped in the coffee shop earlier tonight). He sees her talking to Rayna Hecht, together with Cary and Clarke Hayden. So that was the meeting that couldn't wait.
Now, he could just walk up to her, disturb the meeting and hand her the bag, but Will quickly concludes that's undesirable for several reasons. One, it will tell all three of them over there that he and Alicia were talking, which is something he rather keeps to himself. Second, it might give Hecht the feeling that their firms have been discussing her, which is unfavorable for both parties. And third, it would make Alicia look bad. You'd think that being her competitor,, that would actually be a good thing for him, but then he also said that he doesn't hate her - which is true - and he does remain a gentleman, or at least, he tries. So instead, Will sits down on one of the couches, orders himself a Scotch, no ice (finally), and watches the meeting take place from a distance. Judging by her body language, Hecht seems mostly interested in Alicia. Can't blame her, he thinks.
20:55
Hecht left and Alicia, Cary and Hayden stayed behind for a while, but a good fifteen minutes later the group breaks up and Will spots Alicia walking to the elevator. Will quickly finishes his drink, gets up and follows her.
"I would advice against leaving your bag in a diner," he says once he stands next to her, and with that, drops her bag on the floor next to her.
A bit shocked, she looks at him, then down at the bag. "Oh my God," she exclaims. "Thank you."
"Didn't know you were that drunk. Leaving your bag with your competition?"
"Well, maybe I did it on purpose," she throws him a look and picks the bag up from the ground.
"Sure," he nods sarcastically.
"To prove that you like me enough to bring it back," she says with a smug grin.
"Or have I just proved to you that I have no problem separating the two?"
"Oh, is that it?" Alicia smirks and steps in the elevator once the doors have opened. She then sees Will step in as well. "What are you doing?" She asks, clearly caught off guard by him joining her.
"Using the elevator to get back to my room," he replies and presses the button of the twelfth floor. "You?" He asks without turning around.
"Fifteen." He presses the button for her and the doors close.
They don't speak while the elevator goes up. Alicia looks around the tiny space, looks at Will, then back to the floor. Now that she's standing up, she feels how drunk she actually is. Terrible decision to down that much beer sitting down, she should have known better. Here's to hoping Reyna Hecht hadn't picked up on it.
All of a sudden, the elevator stops. Alicia looks up at the numbers. Eleventh floor. But the doors don't open.
"This is you?"
"Nope. Next one."
"So why are we stopping?"
"I don't know," Will shrugs and carelessly presses the button to open the doors. Nothing happens. He presses it again, twice in a row. "Damnit," he mutters, apparently now also realising something might be wrong. "Not working."
"Are we… wait, are we stuck?" Alicia asks as she sees Will pushing the button repeatedly.
"That can't be," Will says and looks at the control panel.
She comes standing next to him and presses the button of a different floor. Again, nothing.
"Will, I think we are…"
He sighs deeply and rubs his hand across his face. He's tired and all he wants is to watch a game and sleep. This evening has been complicated enough. Annoyed, he presses the alarm button. A bell sound fills the tiny space and before they know it, a female voice comes on.
"Hilton service department. What is your emergency?"
"We're stuck in one of your elevators," he answers.
"Of which hotel sir?"
"Midtown," Alicia chimes in.
"Are you in need of medical attention?"
"No, we're fine. Just need to get out," Will says annoyed.
"A mechanic will be right down. Please stay calm."
"Perfect, thanks."
21:02
As soon as Alicia processed this was going to take a while, she sat herself down in a corner, patiently waiting for news. Will on the other hand can't stop moving around the tiny space, frantically looking at the control panel, as if there's a button he might have missed. He even attempted to push open the doors and Alicia caught him staring up the ceiling, too, as if he'd find a secret route.
"Are you okay?" Alicia asks, slightly worried by his nervous behaviour.
"Yeah, sure."
"Will. You're sweating."
"I'm fine."
"Sit down."
"I don't need to sit down. They just need to get down here," he says without facing her, still randomly pushing buttons.
"They will."
He turns around towards her. "Are you sure?"
There's something about the look in his eyes and the way he asks her that, that makes her think he might actually be scared.
"Are you claustrophobic?" She asks carefully.
"No," he responds, clearly agitated by that question. "Got stuck in an elevator as a kid."
"Oh, I didn't know."
In that same moment, they hear a sound above their heads. They look up and see the bald head appear from a small opening in the ceiling "You guys doing okay?" He asks.
"Yes, we're fine," Alicia answers for the two of them.
"Okay, great. So I got good news and bad news. The good news: you're not going to fall down, these elevators don't work like that. No need to worry."
"Good," Alicia replies and looks at Will. "That's good," she repeats to him. He doesn't look convinced.
"Either one of you claustrophobic?"
Alicia gives Will another look. "No," he responds. "So what's going on?"
"Yeah, so this is the bad news. We haven't exactly been trained on this system yet, these elevators are brand new. Got installed last week."
"You gotta be kidding me," Will grunts.
"Wish I was, man. I called someone to come in and check."
"That's gonna take how long?" He asks impatiently.
"Should be here in the next thirty minutes. And then… well, let's say you should be out in about an hour."
"An hour?," Alicia sighs and leans back against the elevator wall.
"Yeah, sorry about that," the man responds. "Can I get you anything to drink in the mean time? Some water? Should be able to drop you a bottle through here."
"Any chance you can get me a double Scotch, no ice?"
The man laughs at that. "Sure."
Alicia chuckles at Will's request. "Make that two," she adds.
21:14
It was a bit tricky, but the mechanic managed to hand Will the two glasses without too much spilling. He hands her one and sinks down diagonally across from her. "Cheers."
"Cheers," Alicia answers and takes a sip. "So, what do we do now?"
"We drink."
"In silence?"
"I'd appreciate it."
"God, you're so boring sometimes."
"Who's the one who ordered us a Scotch?"
"Fair enough," Alicia says, offering him a half-smile.
They sip their whiskey in silence for about a minute before Will starts a conversation anyways.
"Your speech was good."
"Really? Thank you," She answers hesitantly, unsure if he really means it.
"It was," he nods.
"What did you like about it?"
"The honesty. No window-dressing, no clichés… It was powerful. It's a good story, you should tell it more often.""
Alicia smiles at that. "Maybe I should."
"Must have impressed Reyna Hecht."
"Yes it did."
"Good for you."
Alicia thinks back to her speech, what she said about Will and their first meetings, and all because of that completely random moment in that elevator years ago.
"Do you remember?" She asks. "In that elevator, when we first bumped into each other?"
A wistful smile appears on his face. "I do. You looked…"
"What?"
He grins and drinks his Scotch instead. "Never mind."
"Oh come on!"
"No," Will tries not to laugh.
"Now you need to say it. Tell me."
"Okay, but don't get mad." Alicia throws him a look that's telling him to be careful. "I was going to say…" he continues. "Vanilla."
Alicia bursts into laughter at that word. "That's so insulting!"
"I know, I'm sorry," he laughs. "But I mean, compared to how you look now…" He says it and immediately realises that might come across as flirting, and maybe it is. He's kind of enjoying this situation they're in. "You didn't look like yourself," he adds. And that's the truth, she knows.
"You do know you were wearing tennis shoes?"
"I was? I don't remember that."
"Yep. Told me a baby threw up on them."
"Oh yeah, this client brought her baby with her. Ruined my favorite shoes."
"I remember thinking that was your baby. That you had a family."
"Ha," Will grins. "Nope."
The two of them never really talked about if Will had ever wanted to start a family. They didn't feel comfortable having that conversation, probably because they both knew Alicia would never bring him that. So because there wasn't a satisfactory answer to be given, she never really wanted to know and he felt no need to discuss it either. So this time, the subject is also pushed aside.
"And when I came back in for the interview?"
"You looked much better," he says, offering a sly smile as he says that.
"Oh my God Will, this is all so superficial."
"At least admit you thought about what to wear to that meeting."
"Of course," she admits, thinking back on how she spent over three hundred dollars on it.
"See? And I still remember that dress, so it was an effective move."
Alicia looks at him as he says that, slightly surprised by his sudden, what she can only describe as flirtatious way of talking to her. She's sort of relieved that she felt it right, back in that coffee shop. Their handshake had sent an electrical jolt throughout her body and she thought she'd seen it doing the same to him. Perhaps she was right.
21:22
The mechanic hasn't reappeared yet and Alicia is now halfway through her Scotch. She's trying to pace herself with the alcohol. She can tell it's getting to her head. She observes Will as he sits across from her, with that stubborn but boyish look on his face.
"So, is this us having good timing?" She asks, a bit unsure whether she should or not. "Or very, very bad?"
Will smirks at that and downs the last bit of his drink. "I don't think I'm able to say, you?"
"Well, based on earlier tonight, I'm confused."
"Confused how?"
Alicia barely knows what she's trying to say, or why she just asked that question to begin with. Maybe she shouldn't have said yes to that Scotch, because it isn't making her think much clearer. She also knows that being alone with Will always brings up an array of emotions and distracting feelings that don't help in remaining rational either.
"You're linking two things together I never did," Alicia says out loud, repeating Will's words from their meeting in the coffee shop earlier tonight. She then looks at him.
Will just nods. "I don't blame you for it."
She looks at him with questioning eyes.
"Look, I get you went after the opportunity. And whatever it was that was going on between us, it made you uncomfortable. Right?
Alicia nods, her mind going back to that evening in his car, when she'd realised just how much she was falling back in love with him, that the thought of him dating anyone else made her jealous and that she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, really. So she did kiss him, and it had made things so much worse, because it felt as good as she had imagined, better even, and if Diane hadn't knocked on the window shield in that same moment… Who knows what would have happened. And yes, it was a game she didn't want to play because she'd always be losing. And she wanted to be smart about it, do the right thing.
"It wasn't a good situation to be in," Will continues, as if he can read her mind. "Probably wasn't your only reason to jump ship, but it must have played a part."
"In a way, yes," she admits.
"And didn't you say it wasn't meant personal? I remember that."
"What are you trying to say?" Alicia asks, frowning now.
"You like to think that you leaving the firm, the scheming, that it was a dealbreaker for me. Because it's the convenient conclusion."
"Convenient how?"
"You tell yourself we'd never work because it helps you justify your decision."
"It wasn't only about you."
"I'm not saying it was. I'm saying it was part of it."
She nods in return. "It's all very complicated isn't it," Alicia sighs.
Will doesn't really respond to that.
"Oh come on," Alicia sits up straight. "I had to talk you into having a conversation in the first place!"
"I was hesitant because starting to talk again, like we're doing now, it changes things. You're not the only one with a life. Where choices have consequences."
"I know that."
A silence falls.
"So wait," Alicia starts again. "What's changing because we're talking?"
"I don't know," Will shrugs. "It doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Because we'd never make it work, right?"
"Right,"Alicia nods, slightly disappointed hearing him say that. But she also knows she's the one who, repeatedly, has told him that many times before, even a mere two hours ago. She can't blame him for stating the same thing.
"So you agree?" She asks. "Is that what you're saying?"
"I've said a lot of things."
Alicia rolls her eyes. "You're being annoyingly cryptic."
"I've been very straightforward in the past. Didn't end well for me, did it?"
Alicia laughs at the self-deprecation in that and it makes Will smile. "What?" He asks.
"Nothing …" She looks away for a moment, then back up to him. Their eyes find each other, the look in her eyes softer this time, but Will doesn't know what it is she wants. "I mean, look at us. This whole situation… This is funny right?"
"You're rambling. How drunk are you exactly?"
"What?"
"Well, you only get this chatty when you've had a few."
"Is that good or bad?"
He shrugs. "I'm enjoying it. There aren't many people I'd be happy to share a Scotch with in an elevator."
"Is that a compliment?"
"I'd take it that way."
21:30
"How are you guys holding up?" The mechanic makes a reappearance.
"Couldn't be better," Alicia answers sarcastically. "Any updates?"
"He should be here any minute. Can I get you anything else in the mean time?"
"I think we both need another Scotch," Will says, looking at Alicia for confirmation, who mouths a "yes, please" at him.
21:45
Alicia isn't sure whether going for another double Scotch was either a brilliant move or a terrible idea. She does know her feet are killing her in those heels after a whole day of walking on them, even now that she's sitting down. Not really caring anymore, she kicks them off.
"Getting comfortable?" Will grins.
"Sorry, these shoes," she groans. "Been wanting to take them off for hours."
"I can imagine," he answers. "Those heels are what, three inches?"
"Four."
"Impressive."
"Definitely not worth the pain."
"Hm…" He murmurs. "I do love heels."
"Oh, you do?" Alicia chuckles.
"Don't act like you don't know," he says with a boyish grin, thinking back to all those times when he'd asked her to please, keep the heels on, for him.
"Oh no, I remember," she chuckles. "I remember," she repeats, her voice huskier this time. There's a twinkle in her eyes he finds incredibly attractive. But he decides not to say anything and drink from his whisky instead.
Another silence falls. The booze is starting to hit Will quite hard and he can sense the warm and careless feeling of the whiskey in his veins, making him feel like there's no world outside this elevator. It makes him want to continue to flirt with her, even though he knows he shouldn't because it's not the strategic thing to do. But there's something about the mood he's in that makes him care less and less about strategy.
He studies Alicia, sitting there in her black pencil skirt and matching jacket her heels now kicked to the side. He thinks back to that first night, their 7800 dollar suite, how he couldn't resist kissing her in that elevator. To make her feel at ease, to take away her doubts but also because the need to feel her body against his was becoming unbearable. And it's starting to dawn on him that he's starting to feel the same things. It's almost too tempting to reach out to her, to scoot closer towards her… God knows how long this is going to take.
"What if that elevator had broken down when we were on our way to that suite?" He asks, knowing he's crossing into dangerous territory now.
Alicia raises her brow at him. "Really? Are we gonna go there?"
Will's lips curve into a half-smile, his eyes encouraging her to answer the question.
"I think… we wouldn't have been able to restrain ourselves," she answers, arching her back as she does.
"We managed for the past couple of years though."
Alicia throws him a look. "Barely."
"Was it that difficult for you?" Will teases, his heart starting to pound louder and louder against his chest.
"This is such a dangerous conversation."
"The question is, are you enjoying it?" Will continues, shamelessly almost. There's this frown on his forehead that Alicia could recognise from miles away. It's not an angry one, but one of pure lust and frustration that would always appear if she'd tease him sexually, make him wait longer than he wanted.
She presses her lips into a thin line, looks away for a second and then straight back at him.
"More than I should."
That answer, but most of all the way she looks at him, with those bold, daring brown eyes, arouses him even more. He has to resit a little, trying to hide the physical reaction of what his fantasies are doing to him. He's tempted by her response, which he's about to interpret as an invitation. He watches her hand, thinks about grabbing it and encouraging her to move closer to him, but then, the by now familiar face reappears once again.
"Hi guys, good news. Mechanic just arrived. They're going to reset the whole system, you'll be out in a couple of minutes."
"Sounds good, thanks man," Will answers, while still looking at Alicia.
He gives them a thumbs up and disappears again.
The build-up of their conversation has been very unsubtly, but successfully destroyed by his appearance. It's a good thing, Alicia tells herself, because if he hadn't, well, she was seriously considering to move over and give in to kissing him. Had the guy stayed away a little longer, she knows for a fact that she would have, simply because the attraction she feels for him is too strong to ignore. She managed for years, but as she just admitted, barely, and ending up in an elevator with him like this was really too much to handle. And he knew it, too.
And now, the prospect of finally getting out of the elevator is definitely one she can look forward to, but it also means this moment is going to end, and she's not at all happy about that. Like every moment she's ever shared with Will alone, it always ends too soon.
"So I guess this is it then," she says with a rueful smile.
"Yeah," Will nods. "Unexpected end of the evening."
"It was nice," Alicia says softly.
Will swallows hard. "It was," he answers, searching in her eyes for a clue of what she wants exactly. But she's searching for the same thing in his, leaving them both without an answer.
"So, good timing then?"
"Good timing," he nods in return.
"Congrats you guys," the mechanic interrupts them yet again. "Everything is ready to go. I'm gonna close this, step out, and you'll arrive at the twelfth floor as if nothing ever happened. Will see you there."
21:57
A minute later, the elevator suddenly starts moving again and before they realize what's happening, the doors slide open on the twelfth floor.
"Would you look at that," Will says and gets up.
Alicia gets up as well, but needs to grab the wall for support.
"Wow," Will grins as he sees her struggle and grabs her upper arm. "Told you, you're drunk," he teases.
"Stop it. Like you're sober."
"Oh definitely not," he laughs and they step out together. The doors of the elevator close behind them, and if nothing ever happened, it continues its way up.
Alicia puts down her heels and tries to step back in them, automatically grabbing on to Will's hand for support. Holding his hand sends a shiver down her spine yet again, just like when they shook hands in the coffee shop that evening. Once back in her shoes, she looks up to him, her hand still holding his. They stare straight into each others eyes, both taken aback by their sudden closeness.
"Hi guys," they hear behind them and let go immediately at the sound of the mechanics' voice.
"Again, my apologies. Just wanted to give you this," he says and hands Will a bottle of champagne. "Based on your conversation, I believe you two can do with a bottle of champagne."
Alicia's cheeks flush red when she realises he actually heard them talking.
Will clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable too. "Much appreciated," is all he says and accepts the bottle.
"Needless to say, on the house," the man replies. "Have a nice evening."
"He overheard us!" Alicia quietly exclaims asoon as the man's out of hearing distance.
"Yup, he did." Will grins.
Alicia laughs shyly and looks at Will. She's slightly sobered up by that realisation and now isn't sure if the vibe she thought was there a minute ago is still lingering. What do you want Alicia, she asks herself.
"Well, I guess I should go," she says and doubtfully looks back at the elevator.
"You're not going back in there are you?"
She shrugs. "I can't imagine it breaking down again."
"You're insane. Take the stairs. They're at the other end of the hallway, come on, I'll show you."
So Alicia follows him, but all she wants is to walk slower and slower, trying to figure out what she wants to happen. She honestly wouldn't know what to do with herself back in her own room, knowing he's just a couple floors below her.
"This is me," Will says, stopping at one of the doors. "Stairs are right there, around that corner," he explains without looking at her.
"Okay," she nods, "Thanks." Her eyes find his again, trying to see if he's thinking the same thing.
And he is, also trying to decide whether he should or not. Whether he wants to give in to this feeling he's been having all evening and, more importantly, whether Alicia wants the same thing. Because if she doesn't, then it's back to square one. And Will had strongly - and successfully - decided that he never wanted to go back to that stage with her. His eyes search across her face for a hint, and then it hits him. She has the same doubts, the same concerns. And on top of that, she's drunk too. Maybe this is a really bad idea after all. But then again, the thought of her leaving is unbearable, especially when she's so close. To have her escape from him…
"So, good night then," Alicia says, but she sounds unconvincing.
And in some sort of gut response, Will grabs her wrist.
"Don't," he says with a hoarse voice, looking straight at her with pleading eyes. "Don't go up."
Alicia's eyes grow wide at his sudden intervention and her whole body responds to his touch. The look in his eyes draws her in, it's intoxicating almost. Without saying a word, she leans in, her hand finding his way to the nape of his neck and kisses him. She's intending to kiss softly at first, gently wrapping her lips around his bottom lip, but as soon as she does, she knows that she can't control herself. And he can't either. He eagerly parts her lips with his, his tongue finding hers with an urgency that almost makes her lose it right there. She can feel his hand letting go of her wrist, then sliding up her arm and down her spine, coming to rest at her hips, holding her close. Her heart is now pounding so loud against her chest that she's convinced he can hear it.
The moment seems to last forever but finally, Will breaks off their kiss and pulls his head back a little just so he can look in her eyes. Alicia's out of breath, almost panting from the rush she's feeling. She bites her lip, waiting for him to say something. But he doesn't. It's their eyes that are having the conversation now. There's a sweet and caring look in his eyes that asks her if she's okay, if she really wants to do this. If this isn't something that's happening just because of the alcohol. Because if that's the case, he rather just bring her back to her room. He doesn't want to push her into anything. Alicia just stares back at Will and gives him an encouraging nod, almost begging him to just open the door so they can get the privacy they so desperately need.
So Will lets go of her hip, gets his room card out of his jacket and opens the door.
22:09
Once inside, Will quickly drops the champagne on a chair and turns back around to Alicia. "Come here," he says. He walks back up to her, strokes her cheek and kisses her lips again, gently pushing her against the wall.
"If it hadn't been for that mechanic…" he says, pulling back just a little, his hand still on her cheek.
Alicia lets out a throatily laughs against his lips. "I know."
"I mean it," he murmurs, his hands finding his way to her butt. "I'm about to explode, you know that?"
"I can tell," she whispers back and can't resist the urge to slowly stroke over his pants. Even a light touch like that makes Will moan in response. He rests his forehead against her collarbone, trying to keep it together.
"Oh my, is it that bad?" Alicia teases and intensifies her strokes with one hand, while the other slowly unbuckles his belt.
He hisses in return and is quick to unbutton her black jacket. He pushes it off her arms and shoulders until it drops to the ground, exposing her bare arms and a black, tight fitting tank top he's eager to take off too, because he knows what to come and just how much he loves to see her completely bare. With other women, knowing what to come would eventually make the sex less and less exciting, but with Alicia, the opposite was true.
He tries to take it slow, determined to savour all of it as long as it lasts, but it's becoming a real challenge now that she's now managed to push down his pants and has find her way into his boxers.
"It is that bad," she whispers huskily, her teeth playfully dragging at his lower lip.
Will groans as she finally really feels how hard he is for her. She wraps her hand around him and it's almost making him feel light headed. He sucks her neck in response, taking in her scent and he can hear her moan in his ear. His hands are getting restless. One hand is fiddling with the zipper of her dress, the other cups her breast, allowing him to feel the lace of her bra underneath.
"Way too much clothes," he murmurs and pulls the top out of her skirt, over her head. He takes a step back, taking in the sight of how she's looking in those heels, the pencil skirt and the bra.
"You're gorgeous," Will tells her. He quickly takes off his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt while he kicks off his shoes and pants, ultimately wearing nothing but his boxers and loose shirt.
"Take off your heels."
"Off?" Alicia asks, clearly surprised.
"They're hurting you," he says and bends over. "I want you to be comfortable," he explains and takes them off her feet.
She caresses his cheek, encouraging him to come back up to her. He unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor. Her underwear and stockings are all that's left.
"How on earth did we keep it together for so long," he asks her while unclipping her bra.
"You mean in there? Or for the past two years?"
"Good question," he chuckles and lets his fingers teasingly slide along the line of her underwear. It makes her stomach muscles twitch involuntarily. He grins at her response and keeps teasing by slowly sliding down one finger across the soft fabric.
"Maybe we should shower," she whispers softly.
"Probably," he murmurs, not planning on postponing sex any longer.
"I've been on my feet all day," she continues. "Sorry."
"Me too. But I couldn't care less," he tells her and makes sure she looks in her eyes. "Don't worry."
She nods and brings him back to her, her lips now eagerly sucking on his bottom lip. "Then stop teasing," she tells him, desperate almost.
He looks at her, amused by her frustration. "Are you in a hurry?"
She just looks back at him with those dark brown eyes, pleading for his touch.
"What is you want then?" He asks. "Show me." Almost immediately, she grabs his hand and pushes him against her. He palms over the silky material and he can hear her inhale a sharp breath, pushing him even closer against her. "Like this huh," he murmurs and watches her face heating up as he continues.
He crushes her further up against the wall, gently separating her legs with one of his, and then lets his fingers slip inside her thong. She gasps in response and eagerly pushes his boxers down his legs, fully exposing him.
"Didn't you tell me earlier tonight you don't like me?"
"Shh," he grins. "Come on," he takes her hand and leads her to his bed. He lays her down in front of him, on her back, then takes off her stockings one by one, shrugs off his shirt and then they're both fully naked.
Alicia lays there, watching Will on his knees in front of her. She realises just how comfortable they still are with each other. It's exciting, not boring at all, knowing she's going to feel him inside of her again, that she'll - finally - gets to experience that again, a good two years later. She fantasised about this moment one too many times.
He towers over her, gently turning her half on her side, and bending her right leg to find the perfect angle. He strokes her once more, with skilful fingers knowing exactly what to do, and then enters her without much warning. She gasps at the sensation and immediately wraps her arms tightly around him, pulling him as close as she can. She kisses his ear, his neck, whatever she can find really. The smell of him, of his familiar the cologne mixed with the salty sweat of the long day is turning her on even more. She grabs his chin, turning his mouth towards her and kisses him again, deep and desperate, while he continues to thrust inside her.
She rotates her hips against him, encouraging him to quicken his pace. "Will, faster" she somehow manages to get out between her moans. Their rhythm increases, hard and erratic now, and Alicia's gasps are becoming higher and higher. She's always so loud with him. She never used to be, but with him, there's always so much to be released and she still hasn't learned how to control it.
Her left hand is still on his back, the other grasping his biceps, almost as if it's out of pure necessity, as if she would fall if she doesn't. Things start to get blurry and the dim lit room slowly disappears around her. She's completely swallowed up by the feeling of him inside her, his breath in his neck and his hands holding on to her thighs. She's starting to really lose it now, not knowing what to do with herself at this point.
Will's groans are becoming deeper and more desperate and she knows he's close, and so is she. She feels his hand on her face, making her look in his eyes. Let go, they tell her. She drops her head in his neck, her nails now piercing into his back. Painting against his collarbone, she feels him come inside her and it puts her over the edge too.
They both need to catch their breath when it's over, still holding on to each other as if they both fear the other will disappear if they don't.
"I missed this," Alicia tells him with a raspy voice.
"I know," Will mutters and kisses her forehead. "God, me too." He carefully moves away from her and sits down on the edge of the bed. "And now we get to shower."
22:45
Freshly showered and both wrapped in the big white bathrobes, they found their way back into the hotel bed, both leaning against the headboard, Alicia's head against Will's shoulder.
"What a night," Will grins as he watches Alicia taking a sip from the champagne bottle (it didn't come with glasses).
"Eventful huh," Alicia replies and passes the bottle to him. "When did you know?" She asks.
"Know what?"
"That we were going to end up like this tonight?"
"Drinking Champagne in my bed? Don't think I saw that one coming," he jokes.
"No, the sex part."
"Oh, ohh," he responds grinning and kisses her hair. "Honestly, I don't think I did."
"Me neither," she admits. "But you had that frown."
"What frown?"
"Your sex frown," she chuckles. "Completely gives away that your mind is elsewhere."
"Then I need to work on my poker face."
"You should."
"So did you make a decision in that elevator?"
"No," she shakes her head and takes the bottle back from him. "It took me by surprise, our whole conversation. I mean I felt it, the tension. Just didn't know if I was going to give in to it, if it was smart."
"You think we shouldn't have?"
Alicia turns around to look in his eyes. "No. It was… perfect," she says, and there's a vulnerability in her eyes that tells him she means it. He also sees the concern, the constant worry that's starting to creep back in. It always will, he knows that. But he doesn't want this night to be ruined by conversations of what to do or how to behave when they'll be back home. It doesn't matter now, it shouldn't. That's the fun of spontaneous moments like these. He wipes her hair away from her face and softly kisses her.
"You want to stay here a little longer?" He asks carefully.
She nods and puts the bottle on the floor next to her. She crawls up against him, her head resting on his chest.
"What time is your flight?"
"Nine," she yawns. "Sorry, long day."
"Close your eyes," he whispers and gently rubs her back. "I'll wake you up in a couple hours."
23:10
It doesn't take long for Alicia to fall asleep. Will isn't that comfortable, sitting half up right with Alicia sleeping against him, but he couldn't care less. He pulls the covers over the both of them, leans his head against hers, taking in her scent, and counts himself lucky.
09:02
Cary sits down on the airplane seat next to Alicia, who lets out a massive yawn. "Sorry," she apologies.
"Didn't sleep well?"
"Not really," she sighs. "You?"
"Fine" he shrugs. "By the way, did you hear two people got stuck in an elevator at the hotel last night?"
Alicia suppresses a smile. "Really? Sounds awful."
"I think I'd freak out," Cary sighs and puts on the seatbelt. "You?"
"Hm, I don't know," she answers. "I think I'd be fine."
When the aircraft starts moving, she leans back in her seat, closes her eyes and unintentionally smiles as her mind goes back to last night.
— The End —
Thanks so much for reading. Reviews mean a lot to me & keep me going, so please let me know if you enjoyed this type of story, and if you guys like these alternative 'could have' scenes as continuation of actual episodes, just like Disenchanted. I have a few more in mind, but eager to hear your ideas too! - Hannah