This story is much racier than anything I've written before, so bear with me! Please review and review honestly!
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During their affair, comparisons to Peter were inevitable. Peter had had a tendency to ram into her where Will took his time.
One Saturday he had come over when the kids were at their father's. He brought her to a frenzy as he kissed her breasts, working his way down to her stomach. Finally, she could take no more. She took the initiative, whispering, "Just fuck me," and then taking him in her hands, guiding him inside of her.
Alicia could lie to her brother, and to herself, and pretend she did not love Will. However, the fact of the matter was that in twenty years of being with Peter he had never made her feel alive like this.
She would separate herself from him in the dark of night, determined to keep the barriers between them. She would lay at the very edge of the bed, lost in her own thoughts.
"Alicia, can I ask you something? I know you don't like to talk…"
"Okay. What is it?" she asked.
"Why did you choose him over me? All those years ago at Georgetown?"
"Oh God, Will. Do we really have to have this conversation now? You know why. I was pregnant with Zach."
"I mean before that. When you came back from Christmas break third year and told me about you engagement, I wanted to kill myself."
Alicia closed her eyes, and thought back to the only real fight she and Will had ever had.
It was the morning of the mock trial. Will had woken up in bed with a redhead named either Felicia or Felicity. He wasn't sure. It felt there was someone with a thousand tiny hammers pounding inside his head.
Alicia burst into the room, dressed in a suit and heels. His vision was blurred, but she looked damn hot.
"Get your ass out of bed right now, Will. You have twenty minutes to shower, shave, dress, and make yourself presentable."
"Okay Mom. Just give me a minute," he groaned at her.
"Maybe I should go?" Will's friend said.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea. If you screw this up Will, I swear I will never forgive you," Alicia said.
"Relax, Alicia. I'll get it together. I promise you."
She shook her head at him. "You are a child, Will. I'm leaving now. I'll see you there."
After they lost the mock trial, they stopped speaking for days. She would talk to him only to tell him the electric bill was due, or that his mother had called. She went to the library after classes to avoid him, and Will went to the bar.
One Friday night a week after their blowup, she was in the apartment alone watching TV when he came home stone cold sober, looking sheepish and apologetic.
He was holding a bottle of red wine, and a strawberry cheesecake from her favorite bakery.
"Peace offering? I admit it. I've been a complete ass," he said.
Alicia motioned him to come and sit down next to her. "It wasn't just you. We both lost. I guess part of being a lawyer, and part of being an adult for that matter, means learning how to lose, and lose gracefully."
"You do everything gracefully, Alicia," he said.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"I don't need food. I only need you," he said as he began kissing her neck.
She got out of bed, grabbing his shirt from the bedside chair, and pulling it on. "Come on. I'll make you breakfast."
They drank coffee, and had eggs and toast in front of the TV in the living room, watching the Sunday morning news shows. Will liked this, this sense of normalcy they had sometimes.
He noticed the photo albums sitting on the coffee table. One labeled "Zach", one labeled "Grace," and one labeled simply "family." He began rifling through them. There were pictures of both kids through infancy, toddlerhood, and the middle years of childhood. There were birthday party photos, Christmas photos, and family vacations.
"Grace dragged those out even though I begged her not to," Alicia said,,
What are they like? Your kids?" he asked.
She sighed. "Zach is so smart. He's always been in gifted classes in school, and says he wants to go to MIT or somewhere like that to study computer science, or engineering. It would be wonderful if he could go to prestigious college like that, but I'd missed him if were that far away. Besides which, I don't know if I could afford it."
"Maybe he can get a scholarship for his academics?" Will suggested.
She scoffed. "Other parents would be livid if they gave a scholarship to the State's Attorney's kid. And I wouldn't blame them. "
"What about Grace? Where does she want to go?" Will asked.
"Grace is a great kid. She's funny, and smart, and kind. But she struggles in school both academically, and socially. She's never gotten the math and science grades her brother has. And she's so gullible, and so easily manipulated sometimes. I worry for my daughter. I really do."
It was really the first time she had talked to him like this. About her family, her children. He wanted to get to know them, but she had made it clear that would not happen.
Alicia took the photo albums, and put them in a drawer, obviously not wanting any more memories dredged up.
"I'm going to take a shower. Would you like to join me?" she asked.
"I'll race you there!" Will exclaimed a she jumped from the couch.