May

"This is an intervention."

Will barely gets his front door open before Sara is slipping through. "Good morning to you, too, Sara," he says sarcastically, "Sure, why don't you come on in?"

"I'm guessing Aubrey isn't here yet?"

"What?" Will follows his older sister into the kitchen – his kitchen, he reminds himself, because Sara has a tendency to take over any space she enters – where she is already judging his unwashed dinner dishes from the night before. "Aubrey's coming too?"

"Intervention, remember?" Sara says, as if Will has any clue what's going on.

"Remind me again, why is it that I need an intervention?"

"Because your job was your life and now that you no longer have a job, you have no life." Will whirls around at the sound of his little sister's voice. He hadn't even heard her come in. "Hi Will," Aubrey says, striding up to give him a hug.

"Hey sis," he replies, then asks, "Who told you guys anyway?"

"Mom called."

Will rolls his eyes, "Of course she did."

"She'd also like to know why you're still single," Sara says.

"And," Aubrey continues, "She wants us to, quote, help you find a nice girl to start a family with."

Will shakes his head. "Unbelievable."

"That's mom," Sara says. She's still poking around his kitchen cabinets.

"Are you looking for something in particular?" Will asks.

She pulls out a box and eyes the label. "Since when do you drink jasmine tea, William?"

"Give me that," he says, snatching it out of her hand and stuffing it back into place. He shoves her out of the kitchen. "Don't you have work today?"

"I thought I'd come around and see you first," she answers.

"How thoughtful," he scoffs, "But I really don't need my older sister checking up on me, thanks."

"Lilly misses you," Sara says with a wily smile.

"Hey," Will says, "Don't try to butter me up by bringing my niece into the conversation."

"Well, now that you don't have a job, you can see her more."

He throws his hands up. "Guys, I'm still a lawyer. Everything's fine, I swear. It's just six months."

"Just six months?" Aubrey says, "You and Sara are workaholics. Six months is a lifetime for you guys." She flops down on his couch. "What exactly are you doing with all of this free time?"

Will's about to answer that it's none of their business when there's a knock on his door. "That better not be our mother," Will says, not even remotely joking.

He hears Aubrey and Sara laughing as he walks down the hallway. He's really starting to think that it might be his mother on the other side of the door; in which case, he'll be planning a nice slow death for his sisters. A quick glance through the peephole reveals that it's—

"Alicia!" he says. She's dressed for work – of course she is, it's ten a.m. on a Tuesday – and smells amazing.

She smiles. "Hey."

Will hears footsteps approaching seconds before he can tell Alicia that he has company. "Oh god," he says to her in a low voice, "I am so sorry."

Alicia's eyebrows furrow a little as she peers around him.

"Who's at the door?" Aubrey calls out. She and Sara crowd him, one on each side.

"Um. Hi," Alicia says, shifts a little on her heels.

Sara gives him a nudge and a conspiratorial smile and it suddenly brings Will back to elementary school. "William," she says, all bossy, "I think some introductions are in order."

"Actually, you guys have already met," he replies, "Uh, really briefly. A long time ago. You probably don't remember."

Will hears himself speaking and inwardly grimaces. Smooth Will is gone. Smooth Will has left the building. It can't be helped. He is currently being surrounded by the three most important women in his life, all of whom – at one time or another – have made him feel awkward and embarrassed and so very young. Normally he's fine taking them one, maybe even two, at a time, but all at once? It's a bit claustrophobic. Physically painful, even, because Sara and Aubrey and Alicia are also the three people in the world he loves the most. And to be surrounded by that, well, let's just say that's a lot of love in the room.

"Oh my god," Sara suddenly snaps her fingers, "You're Alicia, right?"

"Oh yeah," Aubrey exclaims, "Alicia Florrick. I thought you looked familiar. I was trying to place you."

Alicia smiles, but Will notices that it's her business smile, her polite smile. "I'm afraid I've been in the news way too much these past two years."

Aubrey nods. "Collateral from having your husband in public office, right?"

Alicia glances at Will. "You could say that."

"Sorry," Aubrey says, covering her mouth, "I probably shouldn't have said that."

"Aubrey never really thinks before she speaks," Will says. His voice is teasing and Aubrey shoves him a little.

"Don't worry about it," Alicia replies.

"We're Will's sisters, by the way," Aubrey says, "I'm Aubrey. That's Sara. We've been visiting our currently unemployed brother here."

Will sees how Alicia's eyes widen before a flash of recognition crosses her face. Everybody's grown up, but he knows she remembers how the four of them all met once the summer just before second year.

So, Will realises, does Sara, whose brain has had time to fill in the details. "No," she says now, "I remember you with a different last name. Not Florrick."

Alicia is amused, he can tell. "Cavanaugh," she supplies.

"Yes, that's it," Sara's smile widens as she proffers a handshake, "It's nice to meet you again, Alicia Cavanaugh."

Now Alicia's smile is genuine, if a bit shy.

"Come in, come in," Sara says. "We're all just crowding in the doorway."

"Wait, so when did you meet each other?" Aubrey asks, confused.

"You probably don't remember," Sara says, looking back at their younger sister, "You were going through your teenage Goth period. Very self-absorbed."

"Hey!" Aubrey says, affronted.

Will just chuckles. "It was at Georgetown," he explains, "You two were helping me move into my new apartment. I, uh, ran into Alicia, and introduced you guys."

By the look on Alicia's face, she appreciates 'ran into' as a euphemism for 'made out like a couple of horny teenagers who haven't gotten any all summer'. And by the transparently fake cough Sara makes beside him, he knows she remembers catching them.

"Our mom did always want to meet you," Sara says, her smile mischievous.

Alicia tilts her head in Sara's direction. "Your mom?"

"Sara…" Will warns feebly.

"Yeah," Sara continues, ignoring him, "Back in the day… she heard a lot about you."

"Okay, then!" Will says, laying a hand on Alicia's forearm to redirect her attention, "Thank you for that, Sara."

"No problem, little brother."

He sees Sara grinning and filling Aubrey in on the juicy details as he leads Alicia further into the apartment. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be," Alicia says, a teasing smile on her face, "This is payback for all the times Owen has embarrassed me in your presence."

"So," he says, eyeing her purse and seeing no massive files tucked inside, "Were you here for business—" he takes a step closer "—or pleasure?"

He tries to put a hand on her waist but she slides away. "Well, neither now," she replies, coy, "You've got company."

"I can throw them out immediately."

Alicia laughs. "You'd throw out your own sisters?"

"For sex with you? Absolutely."

"How'd you know I'd say 'pleasure'?"

"Oh, now you're just being mean."

"I'm gonna go," Alicia says, squeezing his hand gently.

"You really don't have to."

"I know, but—" she checks her watch "—might as well get to court a bit early."

He walks her back to the front door, Alicia saying a quick goodbye to Sara and Aubrey as they pass the living room.

He returns to a smirking Sara. "Alicia Cavanaugh, huh?" she says, "Does she drink jasmine tea?"

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He's out with Sara one night, about a week after the apartment incident, and it just so happens to be at the exact same restaurant Alicia has chosen to have dinner with a client. They had known about each other's plans, but they had not planned this. It's a small dining room, so even though he and Sara get seated at the opposite end of the restaurant, they're still afforded a clear view of Alicia's table. She's already halfway through appetizers when he arrives, and upon noticing him, quickly schools her surprised expression into an amused one.

"Serendipity," Sara says, smiling over her menu.

"Oh, don't say that." Will makes a face. "I hate that word."

They order a bottle of wine to go with their dinner, and after Will has exhausted Sara's arsenal of stories about his little five-year-old niece, she returns to her favourite subject of late.

"I'll say this, she's the best girlfriend you ever had."

Will glowers at her. "She was never my girlfriend."

"Oh, no? What was she then?" Sara asks, "Because the way you talked about her, the way you couldn't stop talking about her, the way your eyes glazed over at the mention of her name…"

"You make me sound like I was—"

"—in love?" Sara fills in.

"We never went out." He sighs. "Alicia was… I don't know, the smartest person I had ever met. She was brilliant and funny and—" he looks across the room at her, stares, really, for a good ten seconds "—gorgeous." He pauses, stares some more. "We were friends. One of my best friends at Georgetown. One of my best friends today."

Sara takes a sip of her wine. "So, what happened?"

"When?" he asks.

She raises her eyebrows. "Back then."

He shrugs. "We had moments. A lot of moments."

"And nothing ever came of those moments?"

He blushes, as if suddenly realising that he's talking to his sister.

Sara smirks. "Yes, William?"

"It was college Sara," he replies.

"And what is that supposed to mean exactly?"

"It means we studied together, sometimes we crashed at each other's apartments… it means there were drunken and not-so-drunken make-out sessions and, yes, several times that led to—"

Their main course arrives at that moment and Will's thought is interrupted. There is silence as Sara cuts into her filet mignon, takes a bite, and Will pokes at his surf-and-turf.

"You know what you are?" Sara says, out of the blue, like the thought has just occurred to her, "You and Alicia are a romance movie."

"Come again?"

"If your lives were to be made into a movie – that would be your genre," Sara says. "Star-crossed lovers—"

"—doesn't that mean we're doomed?"

She shushes him. "You two meet in college, right? You have this young love thing going, but it ultimately doesn't work out. She marries somebody else, you part—"

"—you sound like Aubrey right now—"

"—but then, her life turns into a tragedy—"

"—really? A tragedy?"

"—and who does she go to but her college sweetheart?"

"Okay, I wouldn't really use the word 'sweetheart'."

"Granted," Sara makes a face, "having an affair isn't very Disney—"

He raises his finger in objection. "She was already separated from her husband—"

"—but whatever," she eyes him knowingly, "She's the great love of your life."

"Sara, what crack pipe have you been smoking from?"

"I'm serious, Will. I see the way you look at her."

"I try not to think about that stuff when it comes to Alicia." He tries to sound okay about it, because he's learned a long time ago that idealism only gets you trampled. "And even if she is the great love of my life, that doesn't mean I'm hers."

She sobers, actually sounds serious, "I just want you to be happy, baby brother."

He smiles, takes his sister's hand from across the table. "Don't worry about me, Sara."

She returns his smile with a wry one of her own. "That'll never happen."

The two of them look up to the sound of footsteps approaching their table, and suddenly the subject of their conversation has materialised in front of them. "Hi Sara," Alicia says, "It's nice to see you again."

"Yes," his sister responds, "Quite a coincidence." She smiles. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh really?" Alicia raises an eyebrow. "Good things, I hope." A waiter, at Will's subtle request, brings over an extra chair. "Oh, thanks," she says, taking a seat. "But I was just heading out."

"No, stay," Sara says, extending an arm out, "We never got a chance to talk the other day. We should get to know each other better."

Real subtle, Sara, Will thinks, giving his sister a look.

"And we've just ordered dessert," Sara adds. "I'm sure Will won't mind if you take his."

Alicia chuckles, eyes him, but doesn't make any further motions to leave.

He likes to buy light-coloured pillowcases – ivories and creams and off-whites – because of the way they offset her dark hair and even darker eyelashes. A silly, pathetic reason, but when it comes to Alicia, he tends to be a bit silly and pathetic. It's Saturday, early morning, and they're both lying naked in his bed. His hand is drawing patterns across her back as she lies in a light sleep on her stomach.

"That feels nice," she murmurs.

He places a kiss on her shoulder. "Sorry if I woke you."

She turns onto her back and he extracts his hand. "Don't be," she says, eyes still closed, "I like waking up next to you."

He leans over, kisses her, wants to capture this moment. She's romantic in the mornings, her words less filtered than they normally are. It makes him want to tell her things so he can get an unfettered response. "Stay with me," he says, "For the rest of the weekend."

"What if I get called into work?" she asks, voice still raspy with sleep.

"Then you get called in. And you can come back when you're done."

She hums, thinking, then, "Okay."

Lining his body right up against hers, he starts to place kisses on her neck. "Good."

She tilts her head for him and teases, "Are you going to make it worth my while?"

He grins and palms her breast, replies with a mumbled, "Am I ever."

She lets out a throaty laugh. A laugh that turns into a sharp inhale of breath when his lips travel down her body and stops at one puckered nipple. He suckles it gently, pinching and rolling the other with his thumb and index finger, before moving on and leaving her breathless for more. She grips the sheets with her hands when his mouth suddenly finds itself between her legs. "God, you smell so good," he says, just before he covers her with his mouth. "I could do this for hours." It looks like he's going to try when he starts with a shallow touch: just his tongue rasping along her skin, his lips running all along her slit, his stubble grating exquisitely against sensitive flesh.

"Will," she gasps, quivering and trying to control her movements. "Please."

He hums, the vibrations shooting straight through her core, and then his tongue is sinking into her opening, short thrusts that have her panting and arching against him. She's close, he can tell, and right when she doesn't think she can take any more, he wraps his tight lips around her clit – a spot he's since ignored – and sucks. Hard. She cries out and her body twists away from him, unable to handle the extreme sensation, but his hands reach up to pin her down by the hips. Her thighs squeeze around him in response and she moans incoherent words as he continues to lap at her: long, firm licks from her clit to her opening and back again until she comes, dripping all over his lips and chin and shivering from the intensity.

He wipes his mouth on the sheets before crawling back up to find her lips. "How was that?" he says playfully. "Enough to keep you here?"

She peers at him through heavy lidded eyes. "I don't know," she says in her smoky bedroom voice, "I have yet to be thoroughly convinced."

"Really now?" he stutters over the words when he feels her hand wrap around his painfully stiff erection. She positions him at her entrance, rubbing his sensitive head back and forth until he has to grab her wrist and stop her.

"You keep doing that and you won't get a chance to see how thorough I can be."

She throws her head back and laughs, and then she's throwing her head back for another reason altogether. "Oh," she breathes out, when he sinks into her slowly.

He pauses when he's buried deep, brushing back sweaty strands of hair away from her face in order to kiss her closed eyelids. "You okay?" he murmurs.

"Mhm," she replies dreamily, caressing his neck and shoulders. She shifts, lifting her hips to create that perfect angle, and then he's moving on top of her: long, unhurried strokes that have her tracing his back with light scrapes of her fingernails. Each steady thrust has her clenching around him, gripping him tight and deep so that, within moments, he's breathing heavily against her skin and pushing into her with more pressure.

"Yes," she gasps, "That feels so good."

The next time he withdraws, he slams into her and she bucks upwards with a moan. "Oh. Ohhh," she vocalises, her legs wrapping around his waist as she rocks up to meet his next thrust.

Their rhythm becomes hard and erratic and he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as he concentrates on each squeeze of her tight passage pulling his entire body taut with glorious tension. Her name is on his lips when he spills into her, when he pulses into her warmth.

She whimpers when he slips out of her and he trails a hand across her stomach. "Did you…?" he starts.

She doesn't shake her head, but her eyes are still firmly closed and the way her thighs rub together clues him in to how on edge she still is. "Oh, 'leesh," he murmurs, the nickname tumbling out before he can self-correct, "I'm so sorry, I didn't—"

"—it's okay," she says, voice low, "I already—"

But his hand is already spreading her legs apart, with three fingers inside of her before she can finish her sentence. He fucks her fast, twisting and curling his fingers, and using his thumb to rub her clit in quick succession.

"Oh god," she pants.

"That's it," he urges. He captures a nipple between his teeth, sucks it to the widening of her eyes, and then she's tangling her fingers into his hair – keeping him there – while she rides his hand into ecstasy.

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Alicia doesn't get called into work that day or the next. They stay in Will's apartment for the rest of the weekend.

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A/N: Will mentions having a niece in season one, so unless the writers forgot, I didn't make that up. I did, however, make up the name. Also, I've taken liberties with Will's sisters.

Finally, please review and tell me what you think. :)