Hands Down -- a TGW fic
Title: Hands Down
Author: sweetjamielee
Fandom: The Good Wife
Pairing: Kalinda/Alicia
Word Count: ~1200
Genre: Completely shameless, irredeemable PWP
Rating: M
Summary: It's a little dangerous to arouse Kalinda Sharma's competitive spirit, but there are worse things one could do.
A/N: Written for sheytune 's prompt "Alicia/Kalinda - competitive" at The Good Wife Summer Comment Fixathon, but also for upriserseven, to whom I once promised zero-plot, zero-angst Kalicia porn. If nothing else, this is THAT.
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“Dear sweet God,” Alicia groans. “Don’t you ever rest?”
Kalinda is poised above her, busy tracing her tongue across the spot on her neck where Alicia’s pulse still flutters from her last orgasm, and lower, lower… she pauses only as long as it takes to half-smile and say, “When there’s nothing better to do,” and then continues on her way.
She hits a ticklish spot, right under Alicia’s ribs; it makes her jump and laugh, tangling her fingers in the other woman’s hair and tugging her back up. “I’m not twenty anymore. Have mercy.” Alicia attempts to tuck Kalinda’s head against her shoulder for a proper post-coital snuggle, but Kalinda’s nibbling below her ear and is all roaming hands. Incorrigible and insatiable.
Kalinda pulls back just a second to give Alicia a skeptical look that says, ‘Okay, grandma.’ Her fingers tiptoe down Alicia’s body, brushing with a butterfly stroke across the place to which she’d had her mouth attached not five minutes before, and she is certainly, certainly the most energetic and enthusiastic lover Alicia’s ever had. Which is all well and good, except… well, she’s used to having her partner’s refractory period in order to catch her own breath, and for heaven’s sake, there’s a limit to these things.
“It won’t work anyway,” Alicia makes a last ditch effort to convince her, although she has to admit that if nothing else, the gentle touch feels pleasant.
That statement does make Kalinda’s hand and mouth still for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, it’s a small miracle you got the second one out of me. I usually only have one, two is pushing it. And there was only once when…” As soon as she starts to say it, she realizes that it is the wrong thing to tell Kalinda Sharma right at this moment.
Sure enough, Kalinda has gone from all hands to all ears. “Only once when… three?” She climbs up on her knees, studying Alicia with a curious gaze. “Who was it?”
“I am not telling you that,” Alicia responds firmly, and it doesn’t matter because there’s already a new gleam in Kalinda’s eye. “It was a long time ago, and I was young and a little drunk and…”
“...The esteemed William Gardner? Did he take you behind the bleachers at Povich Field? Show you a good time?” Kalinda is in full tease mode now, and Alicia wants very much to smack her or, if she had more energy, to fuck the smirk off her face.
Instead, she halfheartedly bats Kalinda’s hand away. “You’re missing the point.”
“Point: It’s possible.”
“Point: This is not a competition to out-sex Will Gardner,” and as soon as she says it she realizes that it took Kalinda all of five seconds to get the information from her. Kalinda’s triumph-face is always muted, but Alicia knows it well. It’s a different kind of smirk.
Damn, she’s good.
“I wouldn't compete with him. No comparison.”
“You don’t think?” Alicia eyes Kalinda as she hovers, wondering what her game is and having to admit that exhausted or not, a naked and mussed and obviously-still-horny Kalinda is certainly not the most unappealing thing to have in her bed.
“Mmm.” Kalinda speaks breathily next to Alicia’s lips as she leans down. “Do I kiss like him?” She presses her mouth lightly against Alicia’s, tracing the seam with the tip of her tongue and dammit, Kalinda’s the hardest to resist when she’s being all slow and careful about these things. She pulls back to allow Alicia to answer.
“No,” she admits in a whisper, and somehow, somehow her voice sounds shy again, as if they hadn’t just had their faces buried between each other’s legs.
Easing up fully again, Kalinda takes Alicia’s hand in hers and raises it to her mouth, bites gently at the tips of her fingers (the fingers that probably still taste like her, and okay, that’s hot, that’s very, very hot). “Do I feel like him?” Kalinda draws that hand down her body, pressing it to her breast, down the soft curve of her belly… lower still, and there’s nothing about her that feels like anything Alicia’s ever experienced during sex.
“No.” She watches Kalinda manipulate her, somewhat hypnotized now, absorbing the sensations while having little volition over them. Kalinda’s still wet as she rocks her hips against Alicia’s palm; she wonders if this will be it, if Kalinda will just masturbate herself using Alicia’s hand gripped tightly in her own. It shouldn’t really be all that surprising, that despite all the fuss about needing a break earlier, the thought of things ending there is somehow, vaguely disappointing.
Kalinda never, ever leaves her disappointed. After a final undulation, she sighs, pulling Alicia’s hand from between her legs. She clasps one of Alicia’s fingers between two of her smaller, more slender ones, slickslipperyhot; holds them up for Alicia to observe for a second with questioning eyes.
“Do I fuck like him?” Kalinda asks on a breath, and her voice, oh God, her voice.
Then, suddenly, she lowers their fingers and thrusts all three inside Alicia.
She’d thought she was fucked out, but there’s something about how they feel together sliding into her when she’s still swollen and sensitive from the last time, and her eyes are round O’s of shock because holy fuck, how does Kalinda do this, make everything new every time? Alicia’s free hand fists helplessly in the sheets, and she makes embarrassing noises of renewed pleasure while she rides their fingers. There is no way she’s answering the question with no, because even if it’s true, it’s the wrong word to say right now.
She would have gotten there, it’s a given, but the thing that makes it happen much faster than she ever would have believed is when she looks down her body and sees what Kalinda’s free hand is doing… working furiously between her own legs, whether turned on by Alicia or the power or the challenge, and it’s just all too much. Score one for Kalinda Sharma.
Their eyes meet; spur one another on. Kalinda’s expression when she comes looks like a particularly ecstatic version of her triumph-face, and even when she’s proving a point she’s almost ridiculously adorable to Alicia.
Releasing her death grip on the sheet, Alicia pulls Kalinda down for a kiss, messy and a little punishing. Kalinda stretches out next to her, catlike, looking pleased with and for herself.
“Okay? Are you happy?” Alicia gasps out, and she’s damp and panting and fairly sure she’s not going to able to move tomorrow. “You win. Hands down.”
Curled up at her side, Kalinda’s heavy-lidded and maybe, maybe finally sated too. But she lifts her head, and behind her satisfaction is a barely-dulled competitive spirit. “Not yet. Just a tie.”
Alicia’s mouth drops open.
Kalinda’s smile is wicked.
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Author: sweetjamielee
Fandom: The Good Wife
Pairing: Kalinda/Alicia
Word Count: ~1200
Genre: Completely shameless, irredeemable PWP
Rating: M
Summary: It's a little dangerous to arouse Kalinda Sharma's competitive spirit, but there are worse things one could do.
A/N: Written for sheytune 's prompt "Alicia/Kalinda - competitive" at The Good Wife Summer Comment Fixathon, but also for upriserseven, to whom I once promised zero-plot, zero-angst Kalicia porn. If nothing else, this is THAT.
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“Dear sweet God,” Alicia groans. “Don’t you ever rest?”
Kalinda is poised above her, busy tracing her tongue across the spot on her neck where Alicia’s pulse still flutters from her last orgasm, and lower, lower… she pauses only as long as it takes to half-smile and say, “When there’s nothing better to do,” and then continues on her way.
She hits a ticklish spot, right under Alicia’s ribs; it makes her jump and laugh, tangling her fingers in the other woman’s hair and tugging her back up. “I’m not twenty anymore. Have mercy.” Alicia attempts to tuck Kalinda’s head against her shoulder for a proper post-coital snuggle, but Kalinda’s nibbling below her ear and is all roaming hands. Incorrigible and insatiable.
Kalinda pulls back just a second to give Alicia a skeptical look that says, ‘Okay, grandma.’ Her fingers tiptoe down Alicia’s body, brushing with a butterfly stroke across the place to which she’d had her mouth attached not five minutes before, and she is certainly, certainly the most energetic and enthusiastic lover Alicia’s ever had. Which is all well and good, except… well, she’s used to having her partner’s refractory period in order to catch her own breath, and for heaven’s sake, there’s a limit to these things.
“It won’t work anyway,” Alicia makes a last ditch effort to convince her, although she has to admit that if nothing else, the gentle touch feels pleasant.
That statement does make Kalinda’s hand and mouth still for a moment. “Excuse me?”
“I mean, it’s a small miracle you got the second one out of me. I usually only have one, two is pushing it. And there was only once when…” As soon as she starts to say it, she realizes that it is the wrong thing to tell Kalinda Sharma right at this moment.
Sure enough, Kalinda has gone from all hands to all ears. “Only once when… three?” She climbs up on her knees, studying Alicia with a curious gaze. “Who was it?”
“I am not telling you that,” Alicia responds firmly, and it doesn’t matter because there’s already a new gleam in Kalinda’s eye. “It was a long time ago, and I was young and a little drunk and…”
“...The esteemed William Gardner? Did he take you behind the bleachers at Povich Field? Show you a good time?” Kalinda is in full tease mode now, and Alicia wants very much to smack her or, if she had more energy, to fuck the smirk off her face.
Instead, she halfheartedly bats Kalinda’s hand away. “You’re missing the point.”
“Point: It’s possible.”
“Point: This is not a competition to out-sex Will Gardner,” and as soon as she says it she realizes that it took Kalinda all of five seconds to get the information from her. Kalinda’s triumph-face is always muted, but Alicia knows it well. It’s a different kind of smirk.
Damn, she’s good.
“I wouldn't compete with him. No comparison.”
“You don’t think?” Alicia eyes Kalinda as she hovers, wondering what her game is and having to admit that exhausted or not, a naked and mussed and obviously-still-horny Kalinda is certainly not the most unappealing thing to have in her bed.
“Mmm.” Kalinda speaks breathily next to Alicia’s lips as she leans down. “Do I kiss like him?” She presses her mouth lightly against Alicia’s, tracing the seam with the tip of her tongue and dammit, Kalinda’s the hardest to resist when she’s being all slow and careful about these things. She pulls back to allow Alicia to answer.
“No,” she admits in a whisper, and somehow, somehow her voice sounds shy again, as if they hadn’t just had their faces buried between each other’s legs.
Easing up fully again, Kalinda takes Alicia’s hand in hers and raises it to her mouth, bites gently at the tips of her fingers (the fingers that probably still taste like her, and okay, that’s hot, that’s very, very hot). “Do I feel like him?” Kalinda draws that hand down her body, pressing it to her breast, down the soft curve of her belly… lower still, and there’s nothing about her that feels like anything Alicia’s ever experienced during sex.
“No.” She watches Kalinda manipulate her, somewhat hypnotized now, absorbing the sensations while having little volition over them. Kalinda’s still wet as she rocks her hips against Alicia’s palm; she wonders if this will be it, if Kalinda will just masturbate herself using Alicia’s hand gripped tightly in her own. It shouldn’t really be all that surprising, that despite all the fuss about needing a break earlier, the thought of things ending there is somehow, vaguely disappointing.
Kalinda never, ever leaves her disappointed. After a final undulation, she sighs, pulling Alicia’s hand from between her legs. She clasps one of Alicia’s fingers between two of her smaller, more slender ones, slickslipperyhot; holds them up for Alicia to observe for a second with questioning eyes.
“Do I fuck like him?” Kalinda asks on a breath, and her voice, oh God, her voice.
Then, suddenly, she lowers their fingers and thrusts all three inside Alicia.
She’d thought she was fucked out, but there’s something about how they feel together sliding into her when she’s still swollen and sensitive from the last time, and her eyes are round O’s of shock because holy fuck, how does Kalinda do this, make everything new every time? Alicia’s free hand fists helplessly in the sheets, and she makes embarrassing noises of renewed pleasure while she rides their fingers. There is no way she’s answering the question with no, because even if it’s true, it’s the wrong word to say right now.
She would have gotten there, it’s a given, but the thing that makes it happen much faster than she ever would have believed is when she looks down her body and sees what Kalinda’s free hand is doing… working furiously between her own legs, whether turned on by Alicia or the power or the challenge, and it’s just all too much. Score one for Kalinda Sharma.
Their eyes meet; spur one another on. Kalinda’s expression when she comes looks like a particularly ecstatic version of her triumph-face, and even when she’s proving a point she’s almost ridiculously adorable to Alicia.
Releasing her death grip on the sheet, Alicia pulls Kalinda down for a kiss, messy and a little punishing. Kalinda stretches out next to her, catlike, looking pleased with and for herself.
“Okay? Are you happy?” Alicia gasps out, and she’s damp and panting and fairly sure she’s not going to able to move tomorrow. “You win. Hands down.”
Curled up at her side, Kalinda’s heavy-lidded and maybe, maybe finally sated too. But she lifts her head, and behind her satisfaction is a barely-dulled competitive spirit. “Not yet. Just a tie.”
Alicia’s mouth drops open.
Kalinda’s smile is wicked.
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