Kalinda is elbows deep in an old file cabinet, searching for dirt on the boyfriend when she gets his text. She frowns and shoots one back, hardly thinking about it, annoyed that he's never clear about her repaying him for his favors. She's always very clear when she needs something.
Kalinda: I'm busy with a case. You want me to what?
Cary has taken another shot by the time she texts him back. He frowns at his phone. He's sure she's not always this thick when it comes to sex. He's worried she's purposefully misunderstanding him.
Cary: Kalnida , I wnat you.
Kalinda's eyes widen when she reads it. She's known this about him. She just never thought he would have the nerve for something like this. She shoves the last drawer closed decisively and calls Will with the information. Then she texts Cary back.
Kalinda: Where are you? Cary: Bar inteh Hyattt. For shots in. Kalinda: Think you can manage to get a room and text me the number? Cary: Fcuk you. Cary: sory. Yes. Cary: 1058.
When Kalinda arrives she has to jimmy the lock because Cary doesn't answer the door. She finds him passed out on the bed, fully clothed. She assumes it's more from exhaustion than the drinks. She knows he's had a tough week.
She studies him for a long time. Thinking hard about it. Then she comes up fully to the foot of the bed. She carefully unlaces and pulls off his shoes. He paid for the room, he might as well use it.
He stirs under her attentions and rouses, blinking at her. "Sorry," he murmurs, propping himself up on his elbows. He looks sleep-tousled, his expression child-like and groggy.
Kalinda smiles, rare and spontaneous. He smiles back, like she's just given him something special.
"Go back to sleep," she says. This thing, she thinks, will keep.
This was everything I could've wanted from this prompt and more. Just the perfect amount of understanding and banter between them.
He's sure she's not always this thick when it comes to sex. He's worried she's purposefully misunderstanding him. Bwah, understated observation of the night, Cary. Love how it leads in to his concern that she's purposely misunderstanding.
Also, Kalinda smiles, rare and spontaneous. He smiles back, like she's just given him something special. Love that image, the fact that he recognizes how rare a genuine smile from her is.
Awesome! I'm so glad you liked it, as this was my first foray into writing Good Wife fic. I just finished marathoning the whole show this week, and I have to say, these two are my favorite ship. :D
Okay, so I support Kalinda and Cary as BFF in canon and not much else. But this was freaking ADORABLE. Cary's drunk vulnerability, Kalinda's "oh GOD, what now," followed by "weeell look who's GROWN a set," followed by helpless endearment... boyfriend IS pretty cute when he lets his guard down a little.:) I really, really loved the concept, and so well-written, too! Thank you so much!
Kalinda is elbows deep in an old file cabinet, searching for dirt on the boyfriend when she gets his text. She frowns and shoots one back, hardly thinking about it, annoyed that he's never clear about her repaying him for his favors. She's always very clear when she needs something.
Kalinda: I'm busy with a case. You want me to what?
Cary has taken another shot by the time she texts him back. He frowns at his phone. He's sure she's not always this thick when it comes to sex. He's worried she's purposefully misunderstanding him.
Cary: Kalnida , I wnat you.
Kalinda's eyes widen when she reads it. She's known this about him. She just never thought he would have the nerve for something like this. She shoves the last drawer closed decisively and calls Will with the information. Then she texts Cary back.
Kalinda: Where are you?
Cary: Bar inteh Hyattt. For shots in.
Kalinda: Think you can manage to get a room and text me the number?
Cary: Fcuk you.
Cary: sory. Yes.
Cary: 1058.
When Kalinda arrives she has to jimmy the lock because Cary doesn't answer the door. She finds him passed out on the bed, fully clothed. She assumes it's more from exhaustion than the drinks. She knows he's had a tough week.
She studies him for a long time. Thinking hard about it. Then she comes up fully to the foot of the bed. She carefully unlaces and pulls off his shoes. He paid for the room, he might as well use it.
He stirs under her attentions and rouses, blinking at her. "Sorry," he murmurs, propping himself up on his elbows. He looks sleep-tousled, his expression child-like and groggy.
Kalinda smiles, rare and spontaneous. He smiles back, like she's just given him something special.
"Go back to sleep," she says. This thing, she thinks, will keep.
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He's sure she's not always this thick when it comes to sex. He's worried she's purposefully misunderstanding him.
Bwah, understated observation of the night, Cary. Love how it leads in to his concern that she's purposely misunderstanding.
Also, Kalinda smiles, rare and spontaneous. He smiles back, like she's just given him something special.
Love that image, the fact that he recognizes how rare a genuine smile from her is.
♥ what you did with this!
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♥ what you did with this!
*blushes*
I'm so new I don't even have a Good Wife icon!
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