AN: Hey everyone! Welcome. I only just recently watched The Good Wife (better late than never?) and I fell in love with this tragic couple. I have another pic up on my profile too! I love the otp prompt generator and I use it often, so I thought it would be fun and challenging to write for Will and Alicia based on these prompts. Hope you enjoy! I'll leave the prompts at the end of the chapters.

Will was sitting on his brown leather sofa, looking over case notes he'd made throughout the day. It was nearing 9pm and most of the offices had been cleared of anxious associates and paralegals.

He'd taken on the case a few days before and only had a day left to prepare. Usually, this wouldn't be so hard for him. He was used to the fast-paced life of a lawyer. He's argued and won many cases with just a day of preparation. This was different, though. The case was about another insurance company complication, and his client was suing for failure to cover surgery. The client was due to undergo late-term abortion and the insurance company was refusing to cover it, claiming it's nonessential and that the client's plan didn't cover the procedure. What they were refusing to acknowledge was that the abortion was necessary. The fetus was killing the mother and itself, it wouldn't survive full term. The mother was devastated but the pregnancy put a huge risk on her life.

Will's heart ached for the woman. Either he wins the case or the woman suffers extreme health complications (or even death) between her husband's arms. There was so much riding on this and his heart was so heavy.

This shouldn't be so hard. He was hopeful, though. The judge had to have sympathy, he just had to.

He put the file down and rubbed at his eyes. He was exhausted, and he looked it, too. His sleeves were all bunched up around his elbows and his tie was loosened, the top buttons of his shirt undone.

He heard a knock on the door and turned his head, instantly smiling.

"You're still here." He said standing up and walking towards her. She smiled back and shrugged, "Life of a lawyer."

He looked around the offices through the glass. Damn these walls. Fortunately the coast was clear and he pulled her in for a soft kiss. She grinned and ran her hands over his chest. "What was that for?" Will shrugged. "I just like your face."

She giggled. The distress must've been evident on his face, though. "This case is really getting to you, isn't it?"

He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her forehead. "Yeah. I can't help remembering the case from two years ago. Remember that one? With the expectant mother? I just…don't want to have a repeat of that." He looked down.

"Hey," she cupped his face, "I stand by what I told you then. It's not your fault. You did everything you could. You're not to blame for the American healthcare system. Will, look at me." She creased her brows. He looked up and saw the concern in her hazel eyes. He still couldn't help the pout on his lips.

"I know. But you know how it feels like to lose a case of this gravity. This isn't about me or the firm or the money. This is about a life…" He choked up and inhaled a sharp breath in. He looked away again, somewhat ashamed of how much this affected him.

Alicia stroked his cheek lovingly and held him closer in her embrace, resting her head around his shoulder and her arms around his lower back.

They stayed silent for a few moments and although the atmosphere was serene, Will's mind was reeling. He and Alicia had been in this…relationship for about three months and he couldn't be happier. All he wanted to do was spend time with her, make love to her, go out on real dates, hold hands in public. Like real couples did. But that wasn't the reality of the situation and it will never be, not for a long time.

If this was the closest he could get to her, he'll take it.

He inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and squeezed her before letting go slightly.

"We were in this exact spot at the time, remember? When we first kissed." He asked, playing with the hair on the back of her head. She smiled fondly at the memory.

"Yeah, how could I forget? I loved it."

"Really?" He asked amused, "because the way I remember it, you freaked out and ran away and avoided me for days." He chuckled.

"Well… I was still in deep denial."

He thought about her words. Was she not in denial now? Sure they've overcome the physical boundaries, but the emotional ones? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he hasn't gotten the chance to spill his heart out to her. What was between them wasn't just an affair, he knew that for certain. People in affairs don't do…this. Whatever they were doing in that moment.

"You'll do great tomorrow, I just know it." She tried to assure him again, brining him out of his reverie. He smiled, a genuine smile. That's what he meant.

"Are you free tonight?" He asked, knowing the answer, but tried nonetheless. She gave him an apologetic smile, as expected. "Will, it's a school night. And we have work tomorrow." She raised an eyebrow, as if he should've known this already.

"Worth a shot." He grinned.

She looked at him intently, as if examining his face. Her eyes roamed his every feature and he felt himself blush under her gaze.

"What?"

"Hold on, there's something on your face." She said and cupped it in both her hands. She leaned in and kissed him chastely. The kiss quickly turned passionate and she found herself wrapping her arms tightly around his neck to bring him impossibly closer. They broke off for breath.

"It was me." She smiled sweetly at him, all innocent.

Will blushed again. It amazed him how she could turn him into a schoolboy with a crush with just a look.

He kissed her cheek and backed away, immediately missing her body but knowing full well that if they kept at it, he'd take her right there in his office. Which didn't sound like a bad idea but he knew she wouldn't be very comfortable with that yet.

"Come on, let me walk you to your car." He grabbed his jacket and briefcase, and led her out with a gentle hand on the small of her back. The hallways were empty so he held her hand firmly and walked to the elevator, content.

He's winning this case tomorrow.

The prompt: Alicia looks at Will and gently cups his face to examine it. Will is a little confused and asks what's Alicia doing. 'Hold on, there's something on your face,' Alicia responds and then kisses Will. 'It was me.'