The "Everything Changes" 2014 TGW Ficathon
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They're going to be lawyers, one day. They're going to be corporate giants, with six figure salaries and a driver. They're going to be rich.
"We're going to be rich one day", Will says, as they borrow tools from the neighbours, and toy aimlessly with the defunct machine. It's a pointless exercise, but its a welcome break from attempts at study, and Alicia thinks there's something to fixing things together that's akin to matrimony. For a little while, they're quite content with letting their books gather dust, while Alicia climbs up on the little chair with him - arms around his torso, brow furrowed.
We're going to be rich one day, Will grumbles, a few hours later. It's midday, and sweltering, and no relief comes from opening the window. No breeze arrives, and Alicia can see the waves of heat beating on the road outside, as she peels herself off the leather couch. She had picked up her book again, briefly, but it lands haphazard on the table now. Too exasperated to highlight, she gives up any effort of catching up on reading, and places herself in front of the fridge.
We're going to be rich one day, Will asserts, lacking confidence, and his statement is muffled by the ice chip that Alicia shoves at his mouth, placing her cold hand on his cheek and telling him to shut up, (I swear to god one more time!) They're sitting on the floor of his kitchenette, squeezed together leg against leg on the small tiles, and she briefly contemplates testing him on Mere Puffery, but instead, she kisses him; and tries not to think about what it means. She knows they're not really a something, but they're also not a nothing, and her heart aches and her brain hurts when she thinks about it; so she chalks up her avoidance to heat stroke and puts her mouth on his, icy.
We're going to be rich one day, Will says, as he peels off his shirt, and he recieves a sharp - seriously, shut up - look from Alicia, as she does the same.
"I'll sue them", he says, as he helps Alicia fold her clothes neat on the side of the table. "There's gotta be something about this in the Constitution".
Alicia shakes her head at him, but there's a look in her eyes like he's still the best thing around. Alicia's standing there neat and proper in her matching cotton underwear, and her eyebrow is raised at him, and he thinks she's better than he could ever be; and he wants her.
"It's too hot for that!" Alicia contends, when he reaches a hand out to touch her waist. "One day we'll be rich, Will, and there'll be air-conditioning, and we can have sex all the time..."
We'll be rich one day, she said. They'll be rich, one day. They'll have air-conditioning, one day. They'll have air-conditioning, and heating, and a mortgage and three kids, one day. He wants it to be then now so bad that he can't even breathe, with his fingers hooked into her curls; and them in their various states of undress.
We're going to be rich one day, Will mumbles against her neck, as the cold cold water runs over them. They're bent against each other underneath the shower head, her hand at the nape of his neck; and Alicia nods against him, silent, and they stay in there for hours, for ever.
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Beautiful, perfect, lovely, all of those things and more. Thank you! :)
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Ah, young and (not so) innocent Alicia, all hot and in various states of undress, what else could a future rich lawyer possibly want? ;-) Sweet Georgetown story, thank you!
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