Okay another Kiki shot (maybe I should rename the collection to that), after all it seems fitting...
One shot for 4.03 set after the last scene :p (Can we say Kiki and Me are dead:P and it is a ghost writing, actually it was not because I hadn't seen the scene when I wrote the story, only heard every single detail from Kiki, from what they were wearing to how Peter was sitting and when he looked up.).
I don't own the good wife.
A Campaign for Love
She had been more relieved than she could verbally express when she learned it really were lies this time when it came to Peter's affair. That was why she had gone to him. As she drove over she had originally just planned on telling him she knew the truth. Knew that he really had been honest with her this time, and thank him for that. But the moment she walked from her car and over to the bus, she got overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. She realized why it had hurt so much this time once again. Because it truly had hurt, even though she told him she didn't give a damn, it wasn't the truth not at all. Actually she had felt almost just as broken when Eli had confirmed her beliefs as she did then she thought it was her own affair with Will being outed. Maybe she even felt more broken and sad because the other terrified her, and she knew it would hurt her kids. This would hurt her kids but more than that it felt unexpectedly hurting to her heart. It wasn't like she had completely expected Peter to stay faithful to her while they were separated, after all how could she, she hadn't followed that line herself. Still it hurt, especially because she was starting to believe he really had stayed alone, because he loved her and still hoped for a chance again with her someday. They had also been growing closer again, and she had been feeling like they might really be working on it, their marriage, and trying to get it back, or at least working toward being able to work on it.
She had felt in sync with him, once more opening here heart to him a little bit further each day. She had felt like, that maybe she really was falling back in love with him. At least she felt her stomach flutter in a million butterflies, then he looked at her these days, with something she recognized as love in his eyes.
She had been hurt by him, but she was starting to see that under the hurt she still cared for him, maybe even still loved him, so to learn that it might all be a lie and a game once again had felt terrible. And in one moment it all changed once again, she learned that he really had told her the truth, that it had been a lie and a set up, that he wasn't leading her on or playing her again. He was being honest and upfront with her.
That was why she had walked over to where he sat, and reached down. Her emotions were all over the place: from the sight of him so casual dressed, the last few days uproar of feelings, and the realization that she still cared for him as her husband and not just a person dear to her.
She needed and wanted to see if she felt anything at all, if she kissed him. So the moment he looked up at her from his papers, confusion all over his face she leaned down, one hand on his arm and the other behind his head, knowing this would surprise him even more.
She had a brief memory of an almost similar kiss, she had given him 3 years ago. She felt more than a little nervous the second before she pressed her lips against his. The contact had send shivers through her, god she hadn't expected it to feel that good. She pulled back taking in the surprise on his face while smiling and letting herself enjoy the taste of him, she had gotten. She realizing that it really had felt amazing and she wanted more of him, more than that brief taste. She knew, he would say something in a moment when he got over his surprise and happiness, he did thankfully look happy and showed it by wiggling his eyebrows a little at her, and not just shocked. However she wasn't sure she could explain anything at the moment to him about her action or what she felt. It didn't change the fact that she wanted more than what she had gotten so far. She reached back down once more pressing her lips against his, and making sure to silence whatever he might be thinking of asking her.
She could hear the blood thundering in her ears, this, kissing him, was so much better than she remembered. She was more than a little relieved as she felt his lips immediate returning the pressure under this second kiss. The first kiss had been too quick to expect a response for sure, but it didn't change the fact that she still felt a little nervous by his lack of response. Didn't he want her anymore? Was she alone in wanting this? Had she been wrong, when she saw the look on his face and thought it was love? Had he moved on from her? God what a fool she would look like if he had. But this time his eyes slide shut and his lips pressed back against hers. She felt his lips starting to move slightly more against hers. She let out a small sighed in relief, opening her mouth a little, needing to deepen the kiss. She was letting her tongue run against his lips, hoping he would take the hint. He did, he opened his mouth for her probing tongue, meeting it with his own. However to her surprise, he was still letting her control it, just following her. Making her be the one in control of the pace of things, and she kind of liked that feeling. Well he was responding, but he was still restrained in it. She nibbled on his lips, and kept probing his mouth with her tongue trying to see what it would take for him to really loose control. Okay did she really want him to do that? Yes, she realized, she really did. She wanted to know that she could still affect him enough to make him loose control. She felt him let out a breath as he shuddered. Good she was getting to him, and she liked knowing that. Suddenly things changed, the papers he had read feel to the floor, and she felt his hands fastened around her waist, and he pulled her down so she was sitting on his lap. One of his hands cupped her face, as soon as she was sitting, tipping it to the side so he had better access to her mouth, and it was no longer her leading their kiss. He forcefully invaded her mouth, hungrily parting her lips, making her let out a whimper in pleasure. She let her other hand find the back of his head as well, letting her fingers become completely intertwined in his hair. She had forgotten how good it felt to be kissing him like this, with such fierce passion and need. She was more than a little surprised to find out, how much she wanted, no needed more, needed more of this pleasure and of him. Her head felt light already maybe because of the lack of oxygen, or maybe because of the pleasure just kissing him like this once more was giving her. She wish it would never stop feeling like it did in this moment ever again. She was more than a little scared what that feeling meant. She was also scared to pieces of what he would ask her the moment they needed to break the kiss off in need of air. She really wanted whatever was happening right now just to continue, nothing asked or in need of an definitive answer. However Peter must have felt out of breath too, as he pulled back for a second, leaving them both panting for oxygen for a minute. The look on his face, told her he was thinking hard about asking what had brought this on, and she would explain it to him at some point, she was not naive enough to think that coming in, after they had been at the edge once more, and kissing him like this could go over with nothing asked, but hopefully the talk could wait to later instead of right now. She was too worked up from only kissing him, to think about anything else than him sliding into her once again, to bring her to her ultimate pleasure. She needed it and she needed it so badly that she could almost taste it. Especially since she now knew she still cared for him, even loved him, and he really had changed and it wasn't just all an act to get elected.
She wasn't sure when he had learned to read her like an open book once again, but he clearly sensed that she couldn't think about explanations right now. With a soft moan, he sealed his chiseled mouth over hers once again, stealing away thoughts of explanations and reasons with another lush, deep kiss. A kiss just as pleasurable as the other ones they had shared, and one that left her in no doubt that he was just as turned on as she. Alicia pushed her fingers into his hair to hold him still, and kissed him back once again, with everything she had, hoping he understood the message she was trying to convey with no words spoken. As his hand slide from her waist to her thigh, stoking it, gripping it, she was sure he did get it. She let out a low groan forced by this action, one that clearly encouraged him to continue, as the hand slid further along, over to her ass gripping it, massaging it, making her wiggle and whimper in his lap. Meanwhile her tongue slid along his, stroking it in an intimate dance. He pulled her closer against his body. Her breasts were now pressed completely against his hard chest, she sighed in delight, it felt amazing and she only wished there were less fabric separating them. His hand on her ass made her burn all over, and made her lower abdomen tighten in anticipation and she knew she needed more, the wetness she could already feel coating the top of her inner thighs was another hint. She knew needed more pressure against other parts of her and to get that she needed more contract and she wouldn't be happening sitting like this. She broke the kiss leaving them both panting for air once more, but this time she stood up from his lap. She saw his eyes grow serious, as soon as he saw her get up, and he started to open his mouth clearly intending to say something. However he never got far enough to say a word, he just gasped as she didn't turn away, but instead pulled her skirt up to her hips before she sat down in his lap once more, this time straddling him, happy that the chair was at least big enough to do this. She pressed herself against him completely, while wrapping her arms around him again and kissing ferociously him once more, silencing whatever he could possible be thinking of saying. She needed him and she needed him badly, and this was the only way she could express it right now. She could feel how shocked he was once more by her actions, stiffing for a second, before returning the kiss with equal desire and eagerness.
His arms went back around her cautiously, stoking her back and pressing her lightly even closer against him. The kiss turned more fiercely with hunger and desire with every second passing. Alicia once more shoved her hands into his hair, making the last inch of air between them disappear. She loved the way he was returning the kiss now, like he been going crazy by not being able to kiss her and touch her for so long. And maybe he had been going crazy with longing for her if he really had stayed alone ever since she kicked him out, it must have driven him almost insane. Did he really love her that much? That thought both scared her and made her fall deeper into those renewed feelings for him, she been havinglately all at the same at the same time. She sucked on his tongue eagerly, knowing how much he loved it in the past, and wanting to make him feel as much on the edge that she was.
She shouldn't have worried about it though, as she rubbed against him she felt his prominent erection pressed against her still covered core, hidden under some kind of flimsy thin lace material (she was suddenly very happy she had chosen that morning). She pulled a little back, without breaking the kiss or the enjoyable pressure against her most sensitive parts. Just enough so she could run her hands down his hard chest through the dress shirt feeling his muscles, tighten under the brush of her fingers. She rocked her hips back and front stroking herself with his hard length, while she kept running her hands allover his chest unbuttoning the top buttons. She felt him let out a hissed breath against her mouth, before he broke the kiss. "Alicia... " He started to say but she shook her head,
"I need you." Was all she said before reaching forward and kissing him on his neck right above his collar. She breathed in his scent, and felt more than a little intoxicated by it. Just like she had when she was 24 and they first met. She reached for the fly of his slacks, freeing the button to access the zipper. He tensed slightly. "I need this," She whispered against his neck "Please." She hoped he would just give in, but he didn't. Instead she felt him stop her hands, before sliding up to her shoulders so he could push her back a little. She suddenly felt insecure, was he regretting it? Didn't he want her anyway? She was suddenly scared to look into his eyes and no longer see desire or want for her, how could she be so stupid to think he still wanted her just like this? After she kicked him out, so long ago and never gave him a hint that there might still be a chance.
She felt one of his hands under her chin, turning her face and making her look at him again. His eyes were dark and burning but they were full love, longing and desire. She felt a rush of arousal just because of his tender eyes. "I love you." He whispered stroking her cheek in a sweet caress, before bringing her back in. And with those words he had managed to shake her carefully build back world once more. However his lips sliding gently against hers once more, tender and yet eager at the same time, once more made her forget the doubts about how this maybe not being the best idea after all, all due to his declaration of love. His kiss made her forget everything else, but the still burning need she had felt before hand. And when she started to reach for his zipper once more, he was relaxed just kissing her passionately.
Very M-rated stuff
He groaned, as he fell heavily into her palms, the sound was both pained and erotic at the same time. She felt a warm rush, because she could still turn him on like this. She could still get him that worked up. It felt good and made her even more confident: That he could still want her as much as this: Even after having been with hookers and someone like Kalinda, who were doubtlessly more experience in the arts of seduction than she, and she did wonder and had for a long time, what she could ever really offer him in that area now. After all in the past, he had sought those other women, and how could he ever really be desiring her after that. But he clearly did! she couldn't remember a time where she had gotten him this worked up and turned on, in a very long time, and it gave her confidence and made her let go of the doubt she had felt for minute, that he really didn't want her anymore.
She squeezed him lightly, her touch soft and tender as she sized him with her hands. He was so hard, like steal, but smooth and warm at the same time, it was like burning steal wrapped in silk. She slid both of her hands up his length from base to tip, smiling into the kiss when he quivered beneath her.
Alicia felt him gripping her thighs, sliding further up over her soft skin, making it her turn to whimper and shudder, until he got to the lace tong she had on. A tong that was completely soaked by now. One of his fingers quickly slid beneath the edge, the pad sliding through the slickness of her desire. Almost making her come apart right there, that was how worked up she already was: - Sweet Jesus would she even be able to last long enough be joined with him. He pushed the finger inside her. She bit his lower lip as she clenched helplessly around him, forcing herself to hold back the orgasm, she was already so close to. He stoke in and out of her a few times, before pulling his fingers back out. She let out a pained mewl over the loss of the intimate contact. But she was too desperate to have him, to think about it for long. Instead she placed her hands, on his shoulders for balance as she lifted herself up a little. Gaining the height so she could hovering over the crown of Peter's erection. His hands fasted at her hips and she heard a sharp snap he tore her panties off. He broke the kiss for a moment, looking deeply into her eyes as he lifted his hips to push his pants down. His erection brushed between her legs, and she couldn't comprehend another thought, than how much she desired this. He moved slightly making her whimper again. She was aching for him, feeling empty without him, and for a short second she realized it wasn't just in the sexual sense, those words were true. She felt empty without him in her life, as her partner, confident and lover. However as he made another movement, with his hips, she forgot it once more. He tensed slightly, clearly just as much on the edge as she, when she wrapped her fingers around him and positioned him against her entrance. The air was almost humming of a seductive mix of need, desire. Her skin was flushed and tingling, her breasts felt heavy and tender, and she wish they were in a position where he didn't need to hold her hips but could touch them instead. He gasped as she lowered herself onto him, his hands flexing restlessly on her waist, but never once did he break eye-contact, and all she saw in his eyes was his over-powering love for her. She felt how she clenched tightly around him in a vice like grip, very close to coming undone right there. She closed her eyes for a second, feeling too exposed, as she was suddenly sure he had been able to read all the emotions she had tried so hard to hid over the last 3 years. This seemed too intimate, too dangerous, she was terrified for how easily he could break her heart again. She opened her eyes again, once she felt him brush soft kisses all over her face, on her cheeks, ears, eyelids and lips. She relaxed for a moment and lowered herself more, letting him slide deeper into her body and her heart. She sucked in a deep breath, suddenly feeling exquisitely stretched. Everything in her core tightened and clenched, sucking him even deeper in. She looked at him from under heavy eyelids, before pressing her lips against his pouring every unspoken emotion into the kiss. She felt another rush of wetness making her able to slid smoothly down the length of him, until she'd completely sheathed him. He was so deep in her she could hardly stand it, after all she hadn't been with someone for about 9 months now, so this unexpected intrusion in her body was almost too much to take, plus Peter wasn't exactly the smallest guy in either length or girth. She shifted from side to side, trying to ease the unforeseen bite of discomfort. She felt Peter's hands on her back, caressing her, stroking her, trying to make her relax again, he had clearly read her once more and was now trying to calm her down. Her body didn't seem to care about the intrusion and stretching though. She was trembling and squeezing him completely on the verge of orgasm. She lifted up knowing she needed to move, sliding up a few inches before he stopped her slowing her pace down a little. She lowered taking him back in again, feeling an oddly luscious soreness as he pushed just past her limits once more. Their eyes locked on each other, their lips was still connected in a burning kiss, as the pleasure spread through them. It suddenly struck her that they were both fully clothed, except for the most private and intimate parts of their bodies. It was unbelievable carnal and wild, and it made her more than a little thrilled to know they could still want each other that much after so many years, and so much trouble over the last few of them. They kissed soft and tenderly as she rocked her hips slowly, feeling her orgasm build with every slide, and every second it grew harder and harder to hold back. But at the same time she wished for this moment to last longer, so she fought on holding it back as long as possible. With his hands holding her hips, Peter guided her rhythm, tilting her into an angle, that had him rubbing a tender, aching spot inside her, one he had always been good at finding, and knowing this would bring her the most pleasure. She tightened and shook, realizing she was going to come from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside her. "Peter." she whimpered against his lips. He stoke her back as the orgasm started to rock through, her making she was trembling all over. He watched her fall apart, holding her gaze, as he hit the end of her with the deep thrust again and again, making her orgasm even stronger. She tightened around him like a vice, and when she felt him come apart within her, his warm release coating her inner walls, and making her pleasure if it was even possible even stronger.
M-rated things over
As they came back down, she closed her eyes and buried her head against his shoulder. His hands stroke her back and hair softly, she knew he was sensing her unexpected overwhelming vulnerability. He held her close to him, pressing his damp face into the curve of her neck placing a sweet kiss on a spot where he had long ago learned she was very sensitive. None of them spoke for what felt like an hour, instead they just sat there holding each other. After what felt like forever she finally pulled back a little, looking at him. She knew, they needed to talk and she wasn't completely sure she liked that. Peter lifted his hand and caressed her cheek, before pushing a stand of hair behind her ear. He cupped her cheek softly, and she smiled slightly tipping her head, pressing her face against his palm a little more. "Did you mean it?" She finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. He looked confused for a second and when realized what she meant. "Yes, I did... You didn't know?"
She swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I wasn't sure, if you still felt like that about me!" She carefully admitted. He looked surprised for a second. "I love you Alicia, more than you can imagine. And I am not going to stop loving you again." She looked down feeling emotionally naked once more, and she didn't like that at all. "This...you and me just now... it was more than lust to me. And I think it might be more to you too." He told her carefully.
She suddenly felt an extreme need to pull away from him- He had read it on her face like she feared. She looked up at him slowly, hating that she couldn't really run this time.
"I can't say those words again... not now.. yet... it isn't that they aren't true... it's just..." She admitted softly. He nodded, not looking surprised, angry or sad like, she might have been able to understand. "I know. I hurt you so much, honey, and I regret it everyday. I don't expect you to return those word, like I would once in the past. I know it is not the same with us anymore. Those words are only about my feelings for you, they don't depend you or you returning them, but I still need you know that I do care for you like that." She nodded slowly.
"I know you told the truth, that you had not been with that woman." Alicia admitted softly, wanting to at least give him something. Let him know that she could give him credit when credit needed. He gave her a half smile. "I almost guessed that, just from your smile and kiss." She looked back down of course he had figured it out. He knew she would never have come here tonight acting like this, if not for something big. He tipped her face up again, and pulled her closer, so he could give her a light kiss on the lips. "We better get dressed." She suddenly felt confused by the meaning of his words. "Eli can come any moment now! I did after all think you were him, and I don't intend on giving him a show." He told her. She quickly stood up in shock. They could have risked Eli walking in on them any moment, during their coupling. She smoothed down her skirt with out a word, as Peter zipped up his pants, and collected the papers he had read before she came, that were spread around them on the floor.
She looked back up at him, and realized she might not be able to speak the words he had told her, but there were still other things she could offer at this point in time, things she had been scared to offer ever since she learned about Kalinda and him, probably even before that. Things she had been scared to offer not only him but Will as well, because that would mean starting to let people in once more. Things she was ready to give Peter once more, and if she was honest, had been ready to give him over the last few weeks, just hadn't had the courage yet.
"Will you take me home?" She whispered softly. He looked at her fondly once more.
"Of course." She smiled back at him.
"We could maybe have dinner." She told him hesitating.
He smiled at her attempt, and leaned in and gave her another long slow kiss.
"Owen is watching the kids." She admitted.
"Are you trying to make me to take you out to dinner?" He asked her carefully, like he wanted to be sure he understood her offer of a date correctly. She was pretty sure the light smile she gave him as an answer was understood and the invitation was accepted, since he reached in and kissed her one more time.