A/N: Set in season 3A.


His touches leave bruises and she screams with pleasure for the first time. Hot kisses and a steadying hand on her hip, his lips caressing her neck, her ear, her breasts. She holds him close, all restraint gone.

Alicia Florrick is falling apart, giving up control, and he's the one responsible for it. She grinds against him with reckless abandon, taking, finally taking; Will is so hard it hurts. All he can do is hold her close, build the pleasure with her until they both topple over the edge, like lemmings off a cliff.

Afterwards, Will pulls her close and she settles down beside him. His hands trace soothing circles on her arms, calming their breathing.

"It's never been this way," she whispers quietly. "with anyone."

His hold on her tightens instinctively, and he vaguely thinks she must be able to feel his erratic heartbeat against her back. He nuzzles her neck, breathing in her scent. Twenty years later, she still smells like the women he fell in love with in 1L.

"I feel it too," he murmurs. "It's different. It's not like this with other people."

She hums, relaxing into him even further. Their legs entangle and she brings his hands to her lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

It's not an admission of love, but it's as close to one as she's ever gotten, maybe will ever get. They've been doing this only for a couple of months but it's as if lightning struck twice and they're inseparable.

"I don't want it to stop."

His heart clenches, wondering if in the back of her harbinger mind, she already knows that this can't continue forever and things will blow up in their face. He doesn't want to think about it.

"Then we won't stop."

He turns her so he can look at her and read the truth in her eyes. Alicia is terrified and yet she's still here because she wants to be, consequences damned.

For the moment, it's enough.