This story is dedicated to Kiki=my BFF, and Steffi= my soul mate, along with them it is dedicated to all the lovely Alicia/Peter shippers on fanforum. Mostly however it is dedicated to Danielle, because it was her confirmation that the first scene of 4.12 was meant as Alicia and Peter - that gave me the inspiration to do this story. If you don't know who Danielle is, well she is Julianna Margulies Stand in on The Good Wife. So unless the Kings come out and say something different I chose to believe an insider over biased shippers. So therefore the first scene was intended as Alicia & Peter in bed.
Also I interpreted this as a flashback rather than a daydream fantasy like so many others, because of the lightning.
I don't own the good wife.
Morning Glow
Pre episode
She shivered a bit when she awoke. Why was her bed suddenly feeling so cold when it had not felt like that for the rest of the night? She pulled at the sheets bringing them further up hoping they would help shield her against the cold. Why was she even awake already, the alarm had not gone off yet? She turned around and was facing the sun. Facing the sun? Why hadn't the blinds been closed, the sunrise was bright enough to annoy her, so she finally cracked an eye open while considering if she should get out of bed and close the blinds and enjoy a little more sleep while she still could.
However the thought disappeared with what she saw - Peter standing at the foot of the bed putting on his pants again. She sat up slowly, looking at him. His back was turned her way so he didn't notice that she had woken up. She felt a bit weird, this was the first time since they started having casual sex again that they had fallen asleep afterward and actually spent the night together. However sitting there, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders made her feel almost giddy inside, last night had been amazing.
The things he had done to her almost made her blush but even more, she enjoyed the sounds she made him let out, the darkened look of desire clouding his eyes as he looked at her almost with proprietorship, sending shivers down her back. God, in the last year before everything went bad she had longed and wished for him to once more look at her like that, wished for such intensity, passion and need. And now she got just that and was enjoying every second of it. Like how they had been so spent afterwards that they lay there panting and gasping in each other's arms, after she had quickly slipped her negligee back on and Peter his boxers, never realizing they were drifting off to sleep. Now, though she felt a little bit sore, she wished they had time for another round, the sight of his bare back was already making her aroused. She looked over at the alarm clock checking the time, hoping it really would be a while before she had to get up and risk the kids waking up. She smiled as she realized there were still one and a half hour. She slipped out from under the covers, sneaking up behind him until she could wrap her arms around him from behind.
"You're leaving?" She asked, resting her face against his back, breathing in his warm and musky scent combined with the smell of sex that still hung onto him. She felt him shudder lightly in surprise of having her there, and her soft touches.
"Did I wake you up? I shouldn't have fallen asleep last night. I am sorry Alicia." He said as he carefully turned to face her. She smiled lazily up at him, she didn't mind that he had spent the night as much as she should, actually she had slept rather well, better than she had in a long time. His body warmth had been relaxing and comforting, making her sleep deeply and peacefully, and she now knew it was the lack of that warmth that had woke her up.
"What about you make it up to me instead, and we make good use of being up this early?" her eyes were twinkling and shining like stars, teasing him about what she wanted, while she tilted her head slightly and smiled at him. He stared at her.
"What about the kids?" he finally asked.
"We got an hour before we have to worry." She answered, as she ran her hands up his still naked chest, to his neck so she could pull his head down for a kiss. He didn't object, the kiss was slower, gentler than those they had shared last night that had been a battle of tongues and control. She nibbled on his lips, tempting him to deepen the kiss, and he did. Still this was gentle yet passionate. He slid his arms around her pulling her in closer, the silk of her nightgown riding up a little as his hands moved over her back. She moaned softly into the kiss, and felt how he had moved them a little backwards to the edge of bed, while slowly exploring her mouth and stroking every hidden place in it. She sucked on his tongue making him growl in approval. He lowered her gently onto the bed, following her down. She smiled into the kiss.
This actually felt very nice, when she had asked him to make it up to her she had first imagined a quick round maybe in the shower before he left. But the way he was kissing her now, deep, tender and slow as he lowered her onto the bed and moved them up a little convinced her that would not be the case at all. He seemed to be taking his time with her.
This made her smile because he clearly remembered she preferred it slow and gentle in the morning. And he was giving her that. Unlike last night he was now exploring her body, her mouth, her shoulders and her neck. She moaned as he tasted the soft skin of her throat, drawing a line down to her collarbone, before he returned and stole a kiss of her lips again. Moving in a line from her lips and down to her ear he sucked gently on the lobe, nibbling on it teasingly. She whimpered softly because of his ministrations and she pushed up against him in pleasure.
In a moment where he was not fully focused she grabbed the chance and rolled them around. She found his lips again as she moved over him slowly, grinding herself against him and making him moan deeply into her mouth. She smiled to herself, pleased that she could still affect him like this. Make him desire her so much, even like this slow and gentle, not just wild and passionate. She moved down a little so she could place soft kisses along his throat. She moved back up and kissed his lip gently. It was her turn to moan as his hand slid up under her silk negligee, sliding it up a little. The movement of the silk against her skin sent shivers down her back, making her tremble in arousal.
He rolled her over again, moving on top of her as he continued to kiss her. His hand ran down her side to her thigh. She had bend her leg to make better room for him, the tips of his fingers stroking the bare skin as he continued to explore her mouth. She held his face tenderly in between her palms, the metal of her wedding ring cold against his warm skin. His hard body resting against hers, hard angles against soft curves molding together, like they were made to be fitted like this.
His fingers slid from her thigh and over the soft skin of her inner thigh until they brushed the slick sensitive skin between her legs. She whimpered in pleasure just form a simple stoke of his fingers over her most sensitive part. He rubbed her softly, letting a finger circle her entrance gently, before spreading some of her juices over her and rubbing her clit softly. He did this a few times before finally sliding a finger into her body. She instantly clenched down on it, moaning deeply into his mouth. He moved it gently inside of her in a slow pace. She whimpered for she was more sensitive than she had thought she would be, and more sore than she had imagined but this still felt amazing. He moved a second one into her, as his lips found the secret spot behind her ear, kissing it and making her shudder in pleasure. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it, as the tips of his fingers found the most sensitive spot in her, making her shudder and clench down on him as she fell over the edge.
Her breathing was deep and labored, as she started to calm down again, however she needed him inside her now, she needed that connection with him again even though she was sore and sensitive and had just come, she needed him. She in some way managed to roll them over once more, getting on top of him. His hands sliding over her hips and butt in a sweet caress as she sat up on top of him. Her wetness coating his stomach. She let her head fall back while letting out a soft moan, still sensitive from her orgasm. The feeling of the warm skin of his stomach against her most sensitive parts had her close to the edge again. His hands were stroking her back and she looked down at him and smiled, while rubbing herself a little more against him, making him the one to be moaning.
He pulled her back down so he could kiss her, while he slid the black silk of her nightgown up and off her body, before rolling her over one more time. He moved off her enough to get his pants and boxers off once more with her help. Before his hand ran up her bended leg to her thigh once more. His lips found hers as her guided himself into her. They both moaned as he slid slowly into her again, filling her inch by inch, stretching her to her very limit. Her hands were on his face once more, running though his hair as she kissed him deeply while he slowly and gently moved in and out of her. She felt herself flutter around him as she grew closer to her climax. She lifted her hips a little changing the angle he was penetrating her in, and making him go even deeper. She grabbed the hand he had on her thigh interlacing their fingers as she wrapped her legs around him, making him hit her most sensitive spot directly. She whimpered in pleasure. Peter continued moving inside her in this deeper angle, soon sending them both over the edge. He moved carefully off her to not crouch her with his weight, and snuggled up to her side instead, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.
His fingers stroked her cheek as he reached in and kissed her again. As he pulled back he looked at the clock and let out a deep breath filled with sadness.
"I should go..." He whispered, suddenly he looked older than she had seen him in a long time, and she wondered what was troubling him. She nodded slowly.
"Yes, the kids will be up soon." She said, pushing the thought of what was on his mind and weighting him down away. He nodded and got off the bed, and moved to find his boxers and pants. She watched him as he dressed, sitting on the bed, having pulled the sheets over herself a little so she was covered, feeling an odd sort of emptiness surrounding her. However as she saw him putting on his jacket, she got up from the bed. She found her robe and snuggled into it, lacing the tie as he turned around to face her.
"I'll walk you out." She offered him with a soft smile. He nodded and opened the door. They were both careful not to make a sound as they sneaked to the front door. She opened it for him and entered the hallway with him.
"When are you going in to work?" He asked as they stopped just outside her apartment and he turned to face her.
"Around 9.30. but I thought I can make good use of being up this early and maybe make breakfast for the kids." She told him with a gentle smile, resting her head against the wall. He nodded slowly in understanding.
"Is that something you do often?" He asked looking down and away, making Alicia furrow her eyebrows.
"No, not at all... not nearly as often as I would like. That's why I should use the opportunity now." She explained softly.
"I see." he whispered.
"So, long day?" She asked him, not completely ready to let this moment go just yet.
"I am meeting Maddie." he answered. Alicia rolled her eyes, but looked at up at him. She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it lightly before she reached up on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. His arms went around her holding her against him for a second before she pulled back. She smiled up at him.
"Thank you for last night and this morning." She whispered, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. She waited at the door while he went to the elevator and waited for it to come up. He looked over at her and gave her a quick wave with that half sad smile on his face just before he stepped into the elevator.
She waved back, and gave him a soft smile, where after she stepped back into the apartment and closed the door. She headed right back to her bedroom and into the bathroom for a quick shower. It wasn't until later when she stood there making pancakes preparing breakfast for the kids, as she had told Peter she would, Zach was at his computer and Grace getting ready. It wasn't until that point that she realized that this morning Peter had actually made love to her, not just fucked her. Their slow morning lovemaking had been their thing in the past, something that had always made them share secret smiles and stolen kisses later on while having family breakfast. And that if she had not send Peter away a little while ago, they would be doing that once more.
She gulped, this wasn't meant to happen, it was supposed to be just sex between them, sex was easy, sex was something she could handle, that made her feel good and happy, but there was nothing "just sex" about spending the whole night together, and making slow love in the morning. Especially when a little part of her hadn't really wanted him to leave and had been close to asking him to stay for breakfast, particularly when she saw how he reacted to her comment about family breakfast with the kids.
Was she getting herself into more than she could handle? She needed to make sure it was not like this the next time she saw him, though should she really see him again if they were starting to move out of the just sex zone? The last time she thought it was okay to continue even after she got closer to the edge of that zone she had broken Will's heart because it had been only sex for her, but more for him. Was she really once more getting herself onto unsafe ground? And this time with someone she spend almost half her life with, after all it was more than 21 years since they had met and fallen in love, was it too much to expect to have casual sex with her life's partner for that long? She needed to be more careful with the lines for sure. She wondered if any of this were the reasons behind the sad smile he had given her, and if so, did he want to stop these meetings? She sure didn't hope so. She liked their secret encounters, she liked how he made her feel better and happier than she had in a long time. She loved how for the first time in a long while she felt relaxed, happy and in love with her life. And he was a huge part of the reason why.
She wondered briefly if it would be weird to call him later, though they had had these encounters lately, they didn't see or even talk to each other every day. So was it wrong to call him later and hear how he was doing? After all she knew meeting Maddie might take its toll on him.
Post episode.
When she got home that night finally done celebrating over winning the case and helping Elsbeth out of jail, she found both kids had already gone to bed. She went to the kitchen and got herself a glass of wine and brought it with her into her bedroom. She sipped it while undressing and preparing for bed. Finally under the covers she found herself unable to fall asleep, so she turned over and reached for her phone off the bedside table. She typed up a quick text to Peter.
"Still at work?"
She waited for the reply for a few minutes, becoming slightly impatient. She hoped he was not home already and asleep.
"Almost done. How did it go with Elsbeth?" came his reply. Alicia smiled.
"Won and got her out, wanna come over.? I left the door unlocked;)" She texted back.
"I'll be there in 20 min okay?" She smiled and let out a sigh of relief.
"Perfect, see you then." She answered, then got up from bed and walked over to find another silk slip to wear for him so she was prepared and ready when he came. She put on a little bit of lipstick and started to brush her hair, smiling as she remembered Grace commenting about it a few days ago. Grace was right, she did look better, this - whatever it was - made her happy, truly and completely happy.
Much later that evening she lay completely spent on Peter's chest, this time having not even bothered putting on the nightgown again, it was too much work. She played lightly with the soft hair on his chest, running her fingers through it. He let out a deep breath slowly.
"I should go..." He whispered, his voice heavy and almost sad. She looked up at him.
"I can set the alarm clock an hour earlier." She offered, though she had a few days ago thought she should be better with those lines. But the thought of the relaxing sleep, the warmth of his body beside her, was too big, too tempting.
He met her gaze, making sure she meant it. She smiled up at him in confirmation, before she moved off him for a moment, grabbing the alarm clock and setting the time an hour and 15 min earlier than she had planned, hopping this would give them time enough and that it would also give them enough time for a repeat of last time. She crawled back over to the place she had been before. Resting her head on his chest once more.
"Are you okay?" She finally asked after a few minutes of listening to his breath and heartbeat and the soft rhythm they made.
"Yeah, just campaign issues..." he admitted with a deep sigh.
"Eli's being investigated?" She asked and felt him nod against her.
"Among other things." He answered, while his fingers ran through her hair.
"What things?" She asked and looked up at him. "Peter you can talk to me."
"I think I am racial biased and have never thought about it before, and now I made this speech at the minority rights collusion and it came out all wrong and I am now known for being racial biased, but it went viral. And some says it is good, but I did it while pissing off minorities." He admitted.
She nodded slowly.
"Peter you are not racially biased, at least not in that sense. Remember, Golden was your lawyer for most of your retrial. You had pastor Isaiah. Not that you cared much for religion but you did listen to him in some way. And you stuck with that even though Jackie preferred you didn't. Your problem is you are most comfortable with men, especially those that remind you of yourself." She explained as she kept on playing with the hair on his chest.
"Are you now calling my sexist as well?" He asked confused and a little worried. Alicia shook her head.
"No, Peter. I am calling you human. It is normal to relate to those similar to yourself the best. Remember when you ran the last time for states attorney? You related to those who had been in prison, you related to the youth and that is what you need to focus on again. Start relating to those. I meant it when I said you would be a good governor, and I would not say that if I thought you were a racist or a sexist. Peter I have never not voted for you, and I will vote for you again this time because I do believe you will be good." She looked up at him, her eyes tender and caring.
He looked at her smiling softly.
"You really believe in me. Even after everything I put you through you believe in me?" He asked surprised, almost shocked.
She smiled at him gently.
"I believe you are a great politician Peter, and I share many of your views on issues, and you have always been willing to take my advice. Which is why I know you are not sexist, and it is all about who you put your trust in and relate to. You should not hold back Peter, you can't please everyone. Maddie might be a woman and getting the minorities, I am guessing that is where this comes from. But you if you want to, when you speak, you can make everyone listen, you have made mistakes, but you have done what you can to redeem them."
She locked her eyes with his, as she continued:
"Maddie gives a perfect image no flaws and nothing, and plays on other's flaws. Kresteva has a sick kid and uses that. But Peter you are human, you have flaws. Show people those flaws and don't hide them. People like it when they can relate to others, when someone can relate to them. And they can do that with flaws Peter. It is not about you giving them a perfect family image, though I am sure Eli told you that. I know your polls shot up the last time when you told a journalist that our marriage was no one's business but ours. Show the people that side Peter, the man who went to prison to redeem his mistakes. The one who was willing to offer up the secret of our separation though it would hurt you politically to help and save me and the firm. Show that man Peter, and I have no doubt you will win."
Her words were honest and caring, and Eli would have loved it if she had said them to a journalist, instead of to Peter in the darkness of her bedroom in a post coital moment.
"I should make you my advisor instead of Eli or Jordan. Or at least ask you to go over my speeches. Alicia do you really mean that? All of what you said." He asked his voice filled with wonder and astonishment.
"Yes I mean it... Peter, I said I would help you win, and I will do that. So in case you lose we know you fought for it with everything you had and didn't hold back at all. And if you lose you will run for senator in a few years, but you won't lose if you do it like this. And I will help you with the speeches since Eli and Jordan saying different things to you seems to do more harm than good." She answered.
"You will? Alicia you are amazing... I... lo... thank you..." He answered his voice thick with emotions. She smiled at him, having not caught his almost slip up.
"Also you need to do debates with both Kresteva and Maddie. You are good in debates Peter, you are honest and emotional, people like that. So don't be scared of them." She explained gently.
"They will use those debates to raise and put focus of the issues where I am failing, where I am in trouble. Like the biased thing." He told her, his fingers running down her hair and over her back.
"Yes, they will. But it is in those you can show your strengths too, where you can show the man you truly are. Trust me on this Peter, this is what you need to do." She looked up at him, and saw him nodding though the look on his face was still one of uncertainty. She smiled at him and reached up so she could kiss him.
"Now how about I help you forget all about, minorities, racism, Maddie, Kresteva, Jordan and Eli for a while." She asked as she closed the gap between them, kissing him slowly. She felt him gulp for air in surprise of how she had changed her approach in a matter of seconds.
"Relax... this is about you... I want to do this..." she whispered in between kissing him slowly, while straddling his waist just over his erection, which she could feel was already hardening under her. She kissed him thoroughly on the lips while cupping his face in her hands, letting her fingers slide into his hair, ruffleing his dark raven locks.
She felt a weird tenderness for him in this moment, he was so troubled by the campaign and the accusations of him being biased, it was not like him at all. It had been a long time since she was this delicate and caring towards him. The time that came closest was their morning lovemaking a few days ago, but even back then it was him that went for the slow tenderness. She had followed, yes, but this was the first time ever since the scandal that she started an intimate encounter between them in this fashion. Her mouth slid away from his and down over his chin and neck while she let her hands explore his broad shoulders and arms in sweet caresses.
She let her hands, lips and tongue trace patterns all over his chest, she teasingly licked a nipple before moving to the other side and doing the same, only to bite it gently, making him let out a deep moan, before she placed a loving kiss at his chest right over his heart. She pulled back up so she could take in the sight of him. He was completely surrendered to her, heavy eyelids and damp with perspiration. The proof of his desire for her pressed against her butt.
She was burning for him and wished to have him in her, she was leaving a wet stain on his bare stomach. She moved down a little rubbing her self over his erection, making it swell even further.
"God Alicia..." He moaned, twisting his hips under her.
She looked at him smilingly, while deciding if she should keep torturing him a little more or stop. She took in his hair, a completely mess because of her fingers. She smiled and moved down a little so she was face to face with his erection. She felt his hand on her face lifting her chin to meet his eyes.
"Alicia... you don't have too..." He whispered.
"Shhsss... I know, I want to..." She answered him, before she let her tongue slip out and licked his tip gently, while she thought this might be the time to stroke his ego just a little. She looked up at him gently.
"Have I ever told you that you are so big...?" She whispered, her voice husky and laced with desire. "Huge... the biggest I ever been with... and so hard." She knew she had just told him one thing he would enjoy, she had confirmed he at least beat Will in one area with her. She lowered her head again and licked the precum from his velvet tip.
Peter gasped and moaned while gripping the sheets. Love and desire was clouding his eyes and mind. If she had seen his eyes at that moment she would have know there was nothing casual sex about this for him at all. He loved her with everything that was in him.
She licked along the side of his length before finally taking him all the way into her mouth. His hips bucked and twisted upwards, but she quickly pulled away
"Alicia..." he pleaded with her, she knew he was begging her to stop her teasing. She smiled at him sweetly and reached down and kissed him on the lips.
"Patience love." She whispered, soothing and calming him, never realizing what she had called him. But the look on Peter's face changed when he heard her words, and he smiled at it. She laced the fingers of one of her hands with his like before, she moved back down and guided him into her body, lowering herself onto him slowly. They both moaned deeply because of the intense feeling of being united. She kept still for a minute, enjoying the pleasure of their union. But as the tension grew she started to move slowly, hovering over him, while twisting her hips slowly.
His breathing was labored and ragged, telling her that he was close to the edge; she predicted with unmistakable certainty what his body needed next. She twisted her hips one more time before locking their eyes as she slid up and down his slick length, taking him all the way inside her.
She moaned and arched her back, bringing herself into an even better position, while she rode him, bringing them both closer and closer to the edge. Her inner walls were clenching around him, and a rush of arousal flooded them both, sending them over the edge, panting.
She sank down on him and into his warm embrace. His strong arms coming to rest around her waist. Their bodies were molded together in every angle and curve, from head to toe they were the closest two humans can possible be. They smiled at each other, and leaned in for another kiss. Before she placed her face back down into the nook of his neck, closing her eyes and letting sleep come.