A/N 1: So, John took Alicia home... And then what happened? You will find out in this chapter. Word of caution - the first half of this chapter is M-rated. I figured they would need to let off some steam after the morning they've had... ;) Enjoy!

He looked just like her fantasy in his two-piece motorcycle suit and boots, Alicia realized as she glanced at John while they stood waiting for the elevator in her building. No, better even. He'd unzipped the jacket, revealing the white V-neck T-shirt he was wearing underneath it, giving her a nice view of his muscled torso. Because the view was even better without the shirt, her hands itched to take it off him. But they should probably talk first.

"Alicia." She felt his hand tighten around hers.

"Hm?"

"Stop looking at me like that." His voice sounded strained.

"Like what?" She asked innocently, turning her gaze forward again as the elevator doors opened.

"Like you want to rip my clothes off." They stepped into the elevator and John pressed the button for her floor.

Alicia waited for the doors to close before turning to face him and asking, "What's wrong with me wanting to rip your clothes off?" She looked at him through her lashes with what she hoped was a seductive gaze.

He inhaled sharply — and then she suddenly found herself pressed up against the back wall of the elevator as his hands came up around her face and his mouth came down on hers. She gasped in surprise, giving his tongue the chance to enter her mouth. Hot need made her core muscles clench and her knees buckle. She grabbed on to his shoulders as he pressed his thighs against her, making her whimper when she felt the evidence of his arousal against her stomach through his leather pants.

So maybe they could talk later. Good. She wanted to talk… But right now, she needed this more. It was like some part of her still needed more confirmation that he was alive and well.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They broke apart, both panting, and John grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hallway. Rushing to the door to her apartment, Alicia dug up her house key with her free hand. She managed to open the door after only two tries and they all but fell inside.

"Where's Grace?" John asked.

"School."

"Good." He kicked the door shut behind them and grabbed her arm, spun her around so she was facing him again and grabbed her hips as he took her mouth in another scorching kiss. Then he lifted her up and she wrapped her thighs around his waist so he could carry her to the bedroom.

To Alicia's surprise, he didn't put her down when they got there. Instead, he walked right into the adjoining bathroom and then put her down so she was sitting on the vanity, the cool marble of the vanity top against the back of her thighs forming a stark contrast to the liquid heat coursing through her veins. She shuddered and tightened the grip of her legs around him as her hands pushed the jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged it off impatiently, and yanked his shirt over his head. Then he shoved up her skirt, and she moaned when his warm fingers touched the bare skin of her hips. His grip tightened and his hips jerked forward, making his hard length press against her right where she wanted it.

Then he pulled back and broke the kiss, taking a step backwards. Alicia tried to stop him from going too far away with her legs, but he smiled and peeled them from around him. "I need to get rid of my boots," he explained, and proceeded to do just that, taking his socks off as well.

Alicia slid down from the vanity and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Don't," John said, and when she gave him a questioning look, he came back to her, took her hands in his and brushed his lips over hers. "I want to do it myself," he whispered. He lowered their hands, gently pushed them behind her back and dropped a kiss on the skin she'd bared by opening the top two buttons. She shivered and arched into him, wanting him to continue, but he let go of her hands and raised his head. "Just hold tight for a moment…"

So she held tight, while he got rid of his leather pants. But when he moved his hands to the button of the jeans he was wearing underneath, she was the one to stop him. "I still want to rip your clothes off," she reminded him. When he looked like he wanted to object, she silenced him by kissing him.

John let his hands fall alongside his hips. "All yours," he murmured.

Alicia trailed her hands down his chest, and over the ridges of his abs until they reached his waistband. She wrapped her fingers around it, but made no attempt to unbutton it yet. Instead, she slowly sank down to her knees as she let her tongue follow the path her hands had taken before, enjoying the salty, masculine taste of his skin. His muscles jumped, his breathing became increasingly irregular and from the corner of her eye she saw that he had balled his hands into fists. She smiled as she finally unbuttoned the jeans and carefully lowered the zipper. His length strained towards her, pushing against his boxers, and her core muscles clenched in answer. Wrapping her hands around the waistbands of both his jeans and his underwear, she paused to look up at him. His body was tense and he was clenching his eyes shut, his breath coming in short gasps now. In one swift movement, she took down his jeans and underwear, freeing him. He hissed sharply when she proceeded to lick along his length, from base to tip, enjoying the way he throbbed and twitched against her tongue. Before she could go any further though, his hands came up to the sides of her head and he held her away from him.

"Not like that," he ground out, then helped her stand up before stepping out of the clothes pooled around his feet. He took a deep, shuddering breath as he pulled her against him and kissed her lovingly.

His hands slid up along her sides and he finally started to unbutton her blouse, his lips and tongue worshipping each spot of skin he bared. Alicia had to grab on to his shoulders for balance again as she let her head fall back, because her legs were trembling now. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders and she let it slide down her arms, whimpering when she felt his hot mouth suckling her nipple through the lace of her bra. His arm came around her waist, holding her upright when her legs would have given out as he moved his mouth to her other nipple and continued his onslaught.

"John…" she moaned, pushing her breasts up to give him easier access. He used his free hand to unclasp her bra and pulled it down under her breasts with his teeth. And then Alicia lost her breath as he licked his way back to her now bare nipples, the sensitive skin around them breaking out in goosebumps. His hands slid down her back to the waistband of her skirt and he unzipped it and pushed it down, taking her panties as he went. When she stepped out of them, he took her hands again and stepped back, taking her with him. Then he reached for the shower and turned it on.

They stepped under the spray and as the water started washing over her Alicia realized that a shower was exactly what she needed. She stretched and turned her face into the spray, closing her eyes as the remaining tension the emotional morning had brought on started draining from her muscles. She released a long moan as her shoulders unknotted — and then another one when John's hands started sliding over her back, gently lathering it. She inhaled the lavender scent of the shower gel and leaned back against him as his hands circled around to her stomach. He nuzzled the side of her neck and she rolled her head to give him access. He licked upwards to her earlobe, making her shiver, while putting one of his hands on her breast and letting the other travel down her belly to where she was suddenly aching to be touched. She arched her back and bucked her hips, sighing when he finally touched her, his finger teasing her folds.

"Oh, God…" she gasped when he gently pinched and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and liquid heat shot from there to where he was touching her between her legs. Turning her head, she crashed her lips to his as the urgent need she'd felt in the elevator took hold of her body again.

John must have felt it too, because he tore his mouth away and spun her around like he had done in the hallway and lifted her off her feet again. Alicia wrapped her thighs around him and clung to his shoulders as he turned and pressed her into the back wall of the shower, the cold tiling heightening the sensation of burning heat within her.

"I can't go slow anymore…" John groaned, as he thrust himself into her and then held still, his body trembling.

"Then don't," Alicia said. "Please, John. Just…" Her voice trailed off on a whimper as he pulled out of her almost completely and thrust back in right away, hard. Stretching her, filling her up and creating delicious friction. She closed her eyes, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and tried to hold back her cry of pleasure.

"Open your eyes. Look at me." He panted, and she forced her eyes open. "I love you, Alicia. I love you so damn much…" His movements grew faster and he pressed his forehead against hers, his love for her burning in his gaze.

"I love you too… Oh. God. Please don't stop. Don't…" Alicia dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders and tightened her legs around him as she frantically rocked against him, rapidly climbing towards the edge. Her eyes threatened to close again, but she wanted to keep looking at him and so she forced her eyelids to stay up. But then he slightly changed his angle and rubbed against her in exactly the right way and a burning hot wave of pleasure crashed through her fast and hard. Her inner muscles spasmed and convulsed over and over again and she lost control over her body as her eyes slammed shut and she screamed his name, drowning in a sea of pure ecstasy.

When Alicia came down from her high and opened her eyes, John was looking at her with wonder in his eyes. He pressed a soft, tender kiss to her lips.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. Then he started to move again, slowly at first, but soon his rhythm became faster, his thrusts shorter, until his body started shuddering and he pushed himself deep two, three times. He threw his head back and let out a groan between clenched teeth as she felt him pulsate inside her. He relaxed and sagged against her, pinning her to the wall with his weight. But she didn't mind one bit. If it were up to her, she would never let him go.

But he pulled out of her eventually, and that was when she realized they'd forgotten about protection. She looked at him and saw that he knew it, too. "It's okay," she whispered. "I'm on the Pill."

"Okay." John blew out a breath, relief crossing his face. "Good. And I um… I never forgot protection before, so I am… Uh, you know, clean. But if you want me to get myself tested, I will…"

"John." He sounded so much like the awkward man she remembered from their first night together, she couldn't help but smile widely. She put her finger on his lips to keep him from talking. "You don't have to do that. Get yourself tested, I mean." She took a deep breath and made sure he could see the truth in her eyes before she continued, "I trust you. Completely."

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After they'd gotten dressed, they realized they were starving and decided to have a late lunch. Sitting at the dining room table, John glanced at Alicia. Something about her seemed different. He couldn't really put a finger on what it was, exactly, but it had something to do with the complete abandon she'd shown in his arms this afternoon — both when she had been crying and when they made love. And with the way she'd told him she trusted him completely…

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Alicia interrupted his reflections.

"You," he said.

She snorted. "Trying to flatter me into sleeping with you again, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows, surprising a chuckle out of him. He didn't think he'd ever seen her wiggle her eyebrows before. It looked cute.

"I was trying to figure out why you seem different, actually… But I'm all for sleeping with you again. Up to you," he said.

She turned serious again, contemplating his words. "Well, maybe it's because I feel different. I found clarity." A ghost of a smile crossed her lips.

John remembered the first time they'd met. When he had asked her why she had gone into law in the first place, she'd said she liked clarity. Right after she'd told him she was not a super hero. He'd found those two things very refreshing in a candidate — no bullshit about wanting to make a contribution to society, no empty promises. Those things were what had made him believe in her right from the start, stronger than he had ever believed in a candidate before. And he wasn't the only one. She had won, and rightfully so. He was still so proud of her for becoming the first female SA of Cook County…

"I've done a lot of thinking, and…" she continued, unaware that his thoughts had wandered off. He focused on her words again. "Remember when you asked me why I wanted to run for office? I found an answer to that. Want to hear?"

"Sure." John hadn't expected this, but was curious to see what she was getting at.

"It was because everyone seemed to expect me to run. Peter, Eli, my law partners… Even you seemed to think I had already decided to run. So I ran." She shrugged self-consciously.

"And you won. Rightfully so," he said. "The reason why you ran, doesn't matter anymore now you've been elected, right?" He was a bit surprised by her confession. He'd noticed during her campaign that she was reluctant to do the stuff campaigning usually entailed, of course, but he'd figured it had to do with her being a first time candidate.

"Yes. It does matter. Ever since Ramona leaked the story about me and Will, I've been…"

"Ramona was the leak?" He blinked, but then realized it made perfect sense for the woman to want to impeach Alicia.

"Yeah, I found out this morning. You were right about Ashley. I'm sorry I didn't believe you right away."

"That's okay." She'd had no reason to believe him. Even he hadn't been convinced until he had talked to Ashley, right? So he wasn't going to hold that against her.

"No, it's not… But that's not the point now. Ramona, and Davenport, actually convinced me that being SA is not for me after all. So I've decided to step down, and…"

"You what?" Anger at Trent and Ramona made him raise his voice. "Alicia, no. You can't let them do that to you! This bad publicity will blow over, you know that, right? It's just a momentary setback. We'll find a way to restore your image, and…"

"No, John. You don't understand. I'm not letting them do anything to me. This was my decision." She gave him a soft smile. "I don't want to be a politician. I don't want to be in the spotlight all the time. I don't want to have to work with Peter. I want a life where I don't have to be careful about… everything I say or do all the time. And I only want to work on cases I believe in. As SA, I can't do that, either."

"Are you sure? You'd make the best State's Attorney this county has ever had."

"John… You told me that you needed only two things from me. For me to be happy, and for me to want to be with you. Is that still true?"

"Of course."

"That's what I want. To be happy. With you. Taking office… won't make me happy." She expelled a breath. "So, yes. I'm sure."

She was. John could see it in her eyes. He had to admire her strength. Not many people would choose to go their own way when a whole county expected them to do something else. And if this made her happy, then who was he to stand in her way? He smiled. "Okay," he said, "I was just checking."

She smiled back. "No, you weren't. But that's okay. I love you anyway."

He didn't think he'd ever get enough of hearing her say that. "Trying to flatter me into sleeping with you again?" he asked.

"Is it working?" She wiggled her eyebrows again.

"Hell, yeah." John stood up and held out his hand for her to take. She did, and he pulled her off her chair and into his embrace. Leaning in, he murmured, "Just so you know… I wasn't trying to convince you to take office. Just do whatever makes you happy, okay?"

Alicia leaned her forehead against his and smiled. "You know what would make me happy right now?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Making love to you again. So please stop talking and start kissing me."

He did what she asked, and then she took his hand and guided him to her bedroom and they did what made them both very happy. Twice.

A/N 2: This wraps up the main story, but it's not the end. I have an epilogue in store for you. Please tell me if you think I've left loos threads in the plot, and I will try to take care of those in the last update!

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