INT. L/G HOLIDAY PARTY-WILL'S OFFICE. SAME NIGHT.
Will sits at his desk. He paws over papers for a bit then slams down his pen in frustration. A lonely champagne flute sits before him. Its content sizzling playfully, quietly waiting to be consumed. Will stares at it desperately.
DIANE: How long are you gonna do this?
Will jumps at the sound of her voice. He thought he was alone in his misery, that he had hidden it not perfectly, but well enough that no one noticed.
WILL: Do what, Diane?
DIANE: Jeez, Will. By the way you've been acting, you would think you were in love with her.
Will stares back at her in silence. Holding back the urge to swallow afraid that the lump developing in his throat would tell the story. But his eyes betray him. They slant ever so gently revealing the brokenness behind them.
DIANE: Will, you've handled this poorly.
Diane drags her other foot over the threshold and closes the door behind her.
DIANE: Of all the women, you're in love with Alicia?! The Governor's wife?!
WILL: Diane, I didn't ask you to come in here and lecture me.
DIANE: Well someone had to. You're sulking around and away from everyone, when this party was your idea.
WILL: Yeah, well no one's here. And I had to finish out a case.
DIANE: And you need to pull yourself together. I won't stand by and watch you punish yourself. Alicia made her decision! Now you make yours.
Diane stands firmly, bracing herself with a hand on her hip. Will stares back poignantly, fighting the urge to cave under the pressure.
DIANE: Look, you pick up that glass and drink it. Then you come out here and mingle with the few clients who managed to show some loyalty to us. When you get home tonight, there'll be a single malt waiting at your door, save your tears until then. I can't do this alone.
Will nods in accordance. He stands, buttons his jacket, and gulps down the champagne.
Diane strides out to the conference room greeting and shaking hands. Will traces her steps, copying her exactly.
INT. ALICIA'S APARTMENT. SAME NIGHT.
Alicia sits on her sofa, staring blankly at the TV screen. A part of her is waiting for her Christmas party fiasco to show up as a headline. But it doesn't.
There's a fire, and an earthquake, a filibuster, and Obama Care. But no Peter Florrick.
She sighs with relief.
ALICIA: Maybe, this will blow over.
Her lips cringe in disbelief. But there was that camera flash, she thought. This is bound to come out. Even, if it's not true I should-
Alicia glances decidedly at her cell phone. The screen reads 12:08am. She picks it up and dials.
ALICIA: Peter… yes, it's fine, they can go with Jackie. Look, Peter that's not why I called.
Alicia flicks the off button on her remote.
ALICIA: No, I want to do this now… Yes…. I'll meet you there. Oh, okay I'll wait here.
Alicia walks to the kitchen habitually grabbing a bottle of red. She pours it half to the brim of a delicate glass and begins to sip.
She thinks of what she will say to Peter. She is astonished at how calm she is. At her certainty that it is not Peter's baby. Even Peter wasn't that stupid she thought.
12:54am on the clock in the kitchen, and a knock at the door later, she still had no idea what she will say to Peter.
She opens the door.
PETER: It's not true. Marilyn is lying. I have not fathered another child, and I will handle this so, don't worry.
Peter spoke as frantically as someone of his debonair demeanor could while charging through the door.
Alicia stepped out of his way, and reached for her glass. She sipped slowly, glaring back at him argumentatively.
PETER: What?
ALICIA: Why would she say that?
PETER: I don't know. Someone must be putting her up to this.
ALICIA: So you didn't sleep with her, and there is no chance that her baby is yours.
PETER: No! No, there's no chance it's mine.
ALICIA: And, you've never slept with her.
Alicia's eyes pierce his confidence. Like the aliens in War of the Worlds, her gleaming light searches out every crevice of him hungry for the truth.
Peter's eyes glint as he remembers Marilyn's lips. The day she accused Eli of being influenced by outside lobbyists he had gone to her that evening.
INT. GOVERNOR'S OFFICE-MARILYN'S OFFICE. LATE EVENING.
(flashback)
Peter walked swiftly from his office, down the hall to Marilyn's. Her blinds were closed but her door was slightly cracked so he continued in.
PETER: Marilyn, I-
MARILYN: Aaah! Peter, you startled me!
She sat in her chair with her back facing Peter. Her blouse was neatly folded on her desk. Peter was surprised by the implication of her bare shoulders.
MARILYN: I'm sorry. I'm not dressed. Please give me a moment.
PETER: Marilyn? Oh, of course.
Peter stepped outside. Alarmed and baffled he begins to walk back to his office when-
MARILYN: Okay, what did you want?
She stood at the door welcoming him back in.
PETER: Uh…
MARILYN: I will offer you an explanation, if you promise me 2 things.
PETER: What two things?
MARILYN: Well, one, you always knock before coming into my office, and two, we never speak of this utterly embarrassing moment again.
She shields her face with her hand in shame. Laughing. Peter laughs.
PETER: Well, now you have to tell me what the hell you were doing.
Marilyn looked up at him her eyes pleading for diplomacy. She smiled bashfully.
MARILYN: As you know, I'm pregnant.
PETER: Yes.
MARILYN: And pregnancy causes a woman's breasts to enlarge…
Peter's eyes light up ever so slightly. Breasts. It's what had attracted him to Amber.
MARILYN: Well mine have grown to the point that my bra has… well it broke. I was trying to fix it, but to no avail, I am now braless. So I will be leaving soon, don't worry.
She threw up her hands in surrender with hopes that he won't need more of a confession.
Peter glanced down at her blouse. Her nipples protruded through it like tiny teepees. He bites his lip.
MARILYN: What did you need, Peter?
PETER: Oh, sorry, you know what… I…
He tried his best to pull his eyes up to her face but they were so heavy. They felt so droopy they could only land on the prefect pillowy mounds that poked out from her slinky blouse.
PETER: I UH… It was about Eli, but
Marilyn followed the gaze of his eyes to her shirt.
MARILYN: But you forgot?
PETER Yes. I'm… sorry to bother you.
MARILYN: Peter… is this going to be a problem?
She arched her back one inch, just enough to perk up and show him what she's got.
PETER: It might. He sighed.
She walked towards him reaching beyond him to close the door. Her breast brushed his arm.
PETER: Marilyn…
MARILYN: Do you know what else happens to me now that I'm pregnant?
PETER: What's that? He smirked.
MARILYN: I get incredibly aroused. Just out of the blue, in the middle of the day.
She began loosening his tie, making sure to press her body into his.
He felt her taught stomach bulging into him. Surprised at how familiar, how wonderful it felt. It reminded him of a happier time in his life, when Alicia was being a good wife, bearing his children, and singing his praises. The tugging of his tie pulled up his libido with it. Amber used to loosen his tie this way. She would sometimes use it as reins while she moved up and down in a riding fashion.
MARILYN: Sometimes, I sit across from you in your office, and I get these urges. I can't help it their so strong that I get so … moist.
She grabbed his hand placing it underneath her skirt and moaned.
PETER: Oh God.
Peter closed his eyes in a last stitch effort to pray his way out of this, but it was no use, he lifted her onto her desk.
He shoved her skirt up to her navel ripping it in the process.
MARILYN: Oh Peter.
She gasped. His fingers jabbed into her two at a time, slowly then faster. She reaches her hands up to guide his face to her lips. Her lips. They were like honey and he was a bear. The first time he saw her lips he pictured them sliding down his shaft. They were so pink, so plump.
She showed him she can multi-task by kissing him and unbuckling his pants at once. That's right she was perfect for the job. His hands slid from her dripping in wet passion. He replaced them with him but this position was troublesome.
He couldn't' seem to get pass her belly so he stood upright commanding her attention.
PETER: Hands on the wall.
His eyes signaled to a spot just past her file cabinet. She obliged instantly and placed her palms upright and her right cheek against the cold wall.
PETER: Uh huh, now spread 'em.
She parted her legs and stared back at him longingly. Her breath was heavy and frequent enough to rosy her cheeks with desire.
Peter reached his hands under her blouse cupping them both, rubbing and massaging his way into position. He pulled her hips away from the wall and gently entered. She grunted desperately.
MARILYN: No. Harder.
Her command excited him more, as his thrusts obeyed. She squealed with pleasure.
PETER: How. Am. I. Do. Ing. Eth. Thic. Cally?
He sputtered in between breaths.
MARILYN: Oh my gosh, you're bad… you're terrible! She moaned thickly. Uuungh, don't stop!
Peter paced himself. He remembered the natural warmth that came with pregnancy, like a self-heating oven. He wanted to be gentle, but the faster he went the more she flowed. He hadn't been this turned on in years. The center of her was wet and molten, a perfectly warm and encapsulating sheath for his sword.
This is where he wanted to stay, this is where he wanted to leave his mark. His-
PETER: Oooooooh Yeah!
His eyes squinted in glory. Part of him left within her. Their bodies bellowed with air trying hard to bring their lungs back to normalcy.
His hands slid off her butt to pick up the pants that pooled around his ankles.
Marilyn turned towards him adjusting her skirt. She was flushed and her hair wildly fell back into place. She gave him a satisfactory look.
MARILYN: Don't worry. I'm already pregnant.
INT. ALICIA'S APARTMENT. PRESENT DAY-LATE NIGHT.
ALICIA: Peter? I need to hear it. Did you ever sleep with her?
Peter knew there was no way it could be his child.
Peter: No. I never slept with her.
Alicia relaxes her shoulders as she puts down her wine glass. She was careful not to smile. She didn't want to let him off the hook yet, even though his fidelity was welcome.
Peter: This whole thing is completely ludicrous.
Alicia: Well, I could've told you she was off. I'm sure Eli will handle it.
Alicia stands in effort to reach her phone before it stops ringing.
PETER: Who's calling at this hour?
ALICIA: I don't know.
She picks up the phone. Her eyes double take at the screen that flashes the name Will Gardner.
PETER: Who is it?
ALICIA: Uh… no one it's… it's probably a wrong number…