A/N: So I finally watched The Good Wife and fell in love with it completely unexpectedly. It had such a huge impact on me that I couldn't not write a fic about it. Alicia Florrick and Will Gardner have crazy chemistry and they both deserved so much better. I hope you like it! If you did, please leave a review so I know if people want to read more about this couple. x

here (in your arms)

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Alicia: Will, I need you. I need you on top of me.

Will: Alicia, meet me after work at the hotel.

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Alicia moans into his neck, helplessly clinging onto Will as he strokes into her with slow, measured strokes. He has her pinned to the bed, hands clasping hers in a tight grip above her head. Her hips meet his with every thrust, desperately seeking out more of their intimate yet illicit connection.

It's like she's a slave to her deepest, darkest desires. Chained to her trembling, needy body, forced to face feelings she's been pushing back for years, decades, from another life ago. She yearns for Will in a way she can't articulate, can't ever speak of, much less think, lest her feelings would spill over and she's not sure she could go on living in this golden cage any longer.

So instead, Alicia moans into his neck, for once simply taking. He's her escape, her achilles heel, her kryptonite, and she loses herself in the highs of pleasure. The feeling is foreign to her, terrifyingly so. His thrusts are languid but hard, his eyes soft but drunk with pleasure, making her moan so loudly that she thinks she can hear his name echo off the walls of the hotel room.

She bites her lip, her eyes rolling back in her head as she longs for him to focus his attention on her throbbing clit. Will watches her lower lip trapped between her teeth with jealousy, and she smiles as his mouth claims her lips possessively. He grazes his teeth along the seam of her reddened lips, then her tongue, sucking it into his mouth with a low hum, sending hot jolts of pleasure through her body like repeated lightening. Her clit throbs enviously.

Eyes screwed shut, a pained expression on her face, choked sobs spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably, he strokes his nose over the tip of hers, "Alicia. Hey."

Her hips jerk in response, and her pinned arms push against his hands weakly. He stills his thrusts and she whines in response, the sound — raw and needy and completely unlike the Alicia everyone believes to know — going straight to his unguarded heart, making him fall for her even harder.

He lets go of her hands to cup her cheeks gently instead. "What do you need?"

This seems to confuse her because she furrows her brows, her mouth parting. "I don't–"

"Where do you want me to touch you to make you come?" His thumb strokes over her hard nipple. "Here?" She trembles in response, her walls clenching. "Or do you need more than that?"

"Yes," she breathes before she can think about it. Her hunger for Will has become insatiable. It's been present for years, a never ending need burning between her thighs. Only now she's gotten a taste of it, of him, and her body is demanding more.

"Your clit?" She blinks, taken aback by the way he uses the word so casually, and surprised to feel herself get even more turned on by it.

"Yes."

He readjusts his position over her as not to crush her body with his weight. He pulls out of her tight heat, wet and glistening, and he has to squeeze the base of his pulsing cock to keep him from coming right then and there. "Alicia," he whispers, desperate for her in ways he can't explain. The tip of his cock slides through her folds easily, bumping against her exposed clit on every upward stroke, causing them both to tremble and moan. "Like this?"

"Oh god," she starts before a high-pitched whimper leaves her parted lips and she aches into him wantonly.

"You like that?" With his left hand, he pulls her outer lips apart. He taps his shaft on her exposed bundle of nerves, making her writhe and wither.

"Will," she cries, losing control as jolts of pleasure ripple through her. "More."

He grins, unbearably turned on by the sight of the prim and proper Alicia Florrick losing control. A thought crosses his mind — how she's never asked for anything, never told him what she preferred in bed — and he lowers his head, whispering into her ear.

"You want anything, you just ask for it."

Her hips rise, probably involuntarily, to keep the pressure of his cock and fingers on her, so he withdraws. "You want my fingers?" Alicia groans, nodding feverishly. "My cock?" Her groan turns into a choked sound as she moves her hand to his length to slide him back inside her. He catches her hand. "Then say it."

"Will." Her heartbeat drums loudly in her ears, her throat, her chest, making her forget who she is outside this room. "Please."

"You're safe with me, Alicia, come on, say it." He slicks two fingers over her clit, breath ragged as he watches her give herself to him in a way she's never done before.

"Please, Will, I need your cock... inside me. Your fingers... on my clit..."

Her eyes roll back in her head when he immediately complies with her demand, his cock sliding back into her until he's buried to the hilt. Their bodies are pressed against one another, slick with sweat and desire. His thrusts are faster than before, but no less hard, making Alicia struggle to remember how to breathe as he gives her exactly what she wants and needs. His thumb never strays from her clit, letting her decide how much pressure she needs as she bucks up into him with each thrust.

"Baby," he murmurs huskily, endearingly. "Come for me."

Her walls clench around him in a visceral grip, fast and desperate as she chases her orgasm. He can barely keep up what he's doing, feeling weak in the knees as he watches her beautiful face scrunch up in pleasure as the full force of her orgasm washes through her body, making her moan and tremble. It's a sight, a feeling, a sound that he still, after weeks of starting their affair, hasn't gotten used to. The way she gives herself to him, lets him see her at her rawest and realest in these moments. She doesn't hide, simply communicates her feelings with a look; and it's that, the intimacy of their eyes locking, his name tumbling from her lips that makes him fall apart.

"Fuck, Alicia," he breathes, his arms giving in. He buries his face in her hair, the faint smell of lavender vanilla and their lovemaking filtering through his nose.

She hums, her hand coming up to cradle his head. There's an emotion stuck in her throat, a feeling too intense to wrap her head around, and she swallows repeatedly, feeling her eyes sting.

Will always seems to know how to take her and make her feel safe with him, it terrifies and thrills her and equal amount.

A sound bubble up in her throat, a laugh, and she lets it form as Will slowly pushes off her. "That was amazing. You're amazing."

Alicia chuckles, feeling loose-limbed and pleasurably drunk on endorphins.

"It was… different." Her words are more careful though no less warm. She bites her lip seductively. "I liked it."

There's this foreign feeling of power in openly admitting what she wants and needs in bed. For so long, she'd held back, let Peter take the lead. He'd come first, professionally as well as privately, and she'd willingly accepted her role as number two. But she had never felt safe enough to break free of her confines and be a different version, an untethered, unhinged version of herself, with Peter. After all these years, being with Will who simply gets her is the biggest relief.

"I meant it," he replies, gratified that Alicia liked it. "If there's anything, anything at all, you want us to try together, all you have to do is say it." He pulls her into his arms, laying them both on their sides so he can spoon her. "Nothing is ever off limits with us." His mouth ghosts over her exposed neck, gently nipping on her skin.

He hopes she already knows this, but he somehow feels the need to be open with her again. Alicia might not look like it or even realise it but she craves reassurance, transparency, and he's ready to give it to her for as long as she needs it. Maybe, one day, it'll be his downfall, or it'll be the reason they make it. He doesn't know, but Alicia is worth the risk.

She smiles into the crook of his arm, kisses it. "Thank you."

A comfortable silence follows and he's already thinking about having her again before they ultimately have to leave so Alicia can be home on time for dinner with her children.

"I want to be on top next time." She turns her head, a sly smirk on her lips. "I want to ride you until you come." A faint blush creeps up her face as she softly tells him about a fantasy she's never dared to utter out loud before.

"Alicia," he groans, not fighting his erection as it throbs against her backside.

"Yes, sir?"

Her eyes glint with all kinds of silly mischief, Will's encouragement to ask for what she wants making her confidence bloom.

He flips her on her back, attacking her face and neck with kisses, uncaring that it makes him look like a teenager with a crush. It's how he feels, completely, utterly, irreversibly infatuated with this woman who he's never been able to get over ever since Georgetown.

Alicia giggles and his heart soars at the sound; a sound he is the reason for. God, she looks ten years younger like this: naked and happy in his arms.

She spins them around suddenly, straddling his waist. Her knees dig into his sides to hold him still, a silent transfer of power happening between them like flicking a switch. Will grabs onto her waist, settling her more firmly on top of him. Feeling his erection twitch underneath her, she slides herself over it slowly, carefully, just testing how it feels to have him at her mercy.

"You're a quick learner."

"Mhm," she agrees, leaning down to kiss him. "I have a great teacher."

His lips are already slightly parted, inviting her in as she claims them. They move more slowly this time, savouring their second round and the role reversal. Alicia isn't used to taking the lead but Will makes it easy for her. And not just easy but fun as well. He goes with whatever Alicia wants, trusting her without any reservation, in turn feeling that she, too, trusts him completely.

When she finally impales herself on him, squeezing her walls to rile him up even more — as if the image of Alicia riding him wasn't enough to end him — he gets sneaky too. His hands wander up her back to encourage her to lean forward. He bucks up into her, making her cry out in pleasure when this new angle allows him to hit hidden spots. They are places no one's touched in a long, long time, and her eyes roll back in her head at the unexpected thrill of it.

Will always encourages her to come out of her shell and be herself unapologetically and she almost feels a new persona taking hold as she rides him. She fights to keep her eyes open to watch Will but the image makes her heart stutter. It's his eyes more than anything else, she thinks, those goddamn pleading eyes that she wants to get lost in. She knows she can't, shouldn't, think of him as an escape but she does. It's almost too much; what he represents, what they could be if she let herself fall for him. So she closes her eyes, relying on her instincts as their movements become hungrier and more desperate as they chase their mutual release.

"Will, don't stop, don't stop."

Her breathing is ragged, her voice huskier than usually as she feels the first pulses of sweet release ebb through her. She cups his face and her thumb brushes over his lips, slipping between them on a particularly hard thrust and she cries out a moment later as white, hot sparks of pleasure spreads over her skin and into her bones, making them feel like jelly. Will isn't far behind, sucking and biting on her thumb as he crashes over the edge shortly after.

Alicia collapses on his chest, utterly spent. They both need a moment to catch their breath and Will drags an abandoned duvet cover over their sweaty limbs to protect them from getting cold in the aftermath.

Raising her head which was buried in the crook of Will's neck, Alicia glances up at him shyly and with rosy cheeks. His heart constricts almost painfully in his chest from the sheer amount of feelings he's had buried in there for years which are now exploding in his chest like fireworks.

"You okay?" he asks softly, brushing her bangs away from her glazed eyes.

"I'm more than okay," she whispers into his ear. "I'm happy."

Will swallows, thinking how lucky he is to have her. Even if she's not his by law, she's still his. In his heart, in his arms, in every way but that one. She's his Alicia and he swears to hold onto her white knuckle tight for as long as she lets him.