It's Christmas (So We'll Stop), Will/Alicia, PG
Title: It's Christmas (So We'll Stop)
Pairing: Will/Alicia
Rating: PG
Spoilers: through 3x11
Disclaimer: Not mine! Belonging to the Kings, CBS etc. Transformative work: no harm, no foul (it's a basketball term, your Honor). No profit being made. The title is a song by Frightened Rabbit.
Prompt: TGW - Alicia/Will - busted
Dedication: for the lovely london_fan who has been a great person to write for the past couple of years, and it's especially nice to be able to do so in a new fandom. Much love to you for this whole festive time, m'dear.
“It’s Christmas,” he whispers right next to her ear. “It doesn’t count if it’s Christmas.”
“Will,” Alicia tries to say, but it turns into a breathy little moan as soon as she hits a vowel. “Dammit,” she almost recovers.
“I’ve missed you,” he confesses, but he’s smart enough to stop talking then and keep kissing. He trails his mouth from the sensitive spot behind her ear to the pulse point at the base of her throat. The rules haven’t changed, despite the break, and no matter how excited he gets the touches here are light enough not to mark.
Alicia reaches for him, pulls him closer; now that she’s falling back into bad habits, she’s going to enjoy every last bit of the experience. His tuxedo lapels are silky beneath her hands and their mouths meet again in another shallow kiss as he stands between her parted legs. When Alicia discovers who insisted on a formal office party she’s either going to thank them or throttle them, because Will in his tux, plus his reaction to her dark red evening grown with the daring slit up the side (Owen insisted she wear it) has proven to be gasoline on still-flickering flames.
She shifts slightly, the flowing skirt of her dress catching on the corner of one of the boxes in the stack Will placed her on a few moments before. It’s not going down as one of the classiest moments in her romantic life, Alicia concedes, but it’s kind of hard to care when she feels Will’s hands cupping her breasts. Even when he’s a little rougher, even on the times when they’ve really ‘thrown down’, there’s always something slightly reverential in the way he treats her. And who doesn’t want to feel a little bit like a goddess after two kids and a husband who broke her heart?
“Alicia,” Will murmurs against her collarbone as he nudges the strap of her dress down.
“Ngggh,” is all she manages, because in that moment the comforting semi-darkness of the copy room is sliced through by a sudden beam of light.
“As I was saying...” Diane’s voice trails off as she takes in the scene. Alicia freezes further (if that’s even possible, it feels like her spine has turned to ice as it is) at the sound of Eli’s voice chiming in behind her.
“I know what you’re saying--” he picks up, but mercifully, Diane is blocking his line of sight.
“There’s probably somewhere else we can have this discussion,” Diane says with a shake of her head. There’s a glint in her eyes like maybe--just maybe--she’s weighing whether there’s any benefit to exposing Will and Alicia’s little tryst, but whether out of loyalty or lack of advantage, Diane backs slowly away, closing the door as she does.
“Shit,” Will sighs, his head dropping on Alicia’s shoulder. “She was already pissed about this.”
“She knows?” Alicia hisses, shock and venom creeping into her voice.
“Yeah, kind of a funny story, actually?” Will is standing again, and the moment is most defintely interrupted.
“Oh God,” Alicia groans, and it’s absolutely not in the good way. “Start talking.”
And somehow, she’s really not feeling that Christmas spirit anymore.
Pairing: Will/Alicia
Rating: PG
Spoilers: through 3x11
Disclaimer: Not mine! Belonging to the Kings, CBS etc. Transformative work: no harm, no foul (it's a basketball term, your Honor). No profit being made. The title is a song by Frightened Rabbit.
Prompt: TGW - Alicia/Will - busted
Dedication: for the lovely london_fan who has been a great person to write for the past couple of years, and it's especially nice to be able to do so in a new fandom. Much love to you for this whole festive time, m'dear.
“It’s Christmas,” he whispers right next to her ear. “It doesn’t count if it’s Christmas.”
“Will,” Alicia tries to say, but it turns into a breathy little moan as soon as she hits a vowel. “Dammit,” she almost recovers.
“I’ve missed you,” he confesses, but he’s smart enough to stop talking then and keep kissing. He trails his mouth from the sensitive spot behind her ear to the pulse point at the base of her throat. The rules haven’t changed, despite the break, and no matter how excited he gets the touches here are light enough not to mark.
Alicia reaches for him, pulls him closer; now that she’s falling back into bad habits, she’s going to enjoy every last bit of the experience. His tuxedo lapels are silky beneath her hands and their mouths meet again in another shallow kiss as he stands between her parted legs. When Alicia discovers who insisted on a formal office party she’s either going to thank them or throttle them, because Will in his tux, plus his reaction to her dark red evening grown with the daring slit up the side (Owen insisted she wear it) has proven to be gasoline on still-flickering flames.
She shifts slightly, the flowing skirt of her dress catching on the corner of one of the boxes in the stack Will placed her on a few moments before. It’s not going down as one of the classiest moments in her romantic life, Alicia concedes, but it’s kind of hard to care when she feels Will’s hands cupping her breasts. Even when he’s a little rougher, even on the times when they’ve really ‘thrown down’, there’s always something slightly reverential in the way he treats her. And who doesn’t want to feel a little bit like a goddess after two kids and a husband who broke her heart?
“Alicia,” Will murmurs against her collarbone as he nudges the strap of her dress down.
“Ngggh,” is all she manages, because in that moment the comforting semi-darkness of the copy room is sliced through by a sudden beam of light.
“As I was saying...” Diane’s voice trails off as she takes in the scene. Alicia freezes further (if that’s even possible, it feels like her spine has turned to ice as it is) at the sound of Eli’s voice chiming in behind her.
“I know what you’re saying--” he picks up, but mercifully, Diane is blocking his line of sight.
“There’s probably somewhere else we can have this discussion,” Diane says with a shake of her head. There’s a glint in her eyes like maybe--just maybe--she’s weighing whether there’s any benefit to exposing Will and Alicia’s little tryst, but whether out of loyalty or lack of advantage, Diane backs slowly away, closing the door as she does.
“Shit,” Will sighs, his head dropping on Alicia’s shoulder. “She was already pissed about this.”
“She knows?” Alicia hisses, shock and venom creeping into her voice.
“Yeah, kind of a funny story, actually?” Will is standing again, and the moment is most defintely interrupted.
“Oh God,” Alicia groans, and it’s absolutely not in the good way. “Start talking.”
And somehow, she’s really not feeling that Christmas spirit anymore.