Fandom/ Pairing: The Good Wife, Will/Alicia
Word Count: 367
Summary: He’s pretty sure Eli Gold gives him a weird look in the elevator.
Author's Note: Written for the TGW Summer Comment Fixathon.
So, here’s the thing: it takes longer than an hour.
(Well, he thinks, her palms flat against the headboard. No shit.)
At five-thirty he walks her through the parking lot to her car, waits as she checks the rearview and drives away, still feels the rasp of her tongue at his collarbone.
Will runs four miles before work.
Here’s the other thing: he’s a professional.
Always has been.
“Quit smiling,” Julius orders, when Will passes him in the hallway.
He’s in meetings all morning; he’s busy (not avoiding her, though he thinks it wouldn’t be the worst thing to play defense on this one, a little close to the vest. They’ve been down this road before, and--
Will lays low.
Kalinda stops by his office with paperwork on a class action scheduled to go to trial next month. She takes one long look at him, appraising. Her lips twitch. Sometimes Will thinks Kalinda can see the tissue underneath people’s skin.
“Shut up,” he mutters, shuffling the files on his desk.
“I didn’t say a word,” Kalinda tells him. She taps the doorjamb twice before she goes.
He thinks about asking her to lunch, dials the first two digits of her extension--
This is ridiculous, he thinks. This is high school (law school).
He’s pretty sure Eli Gold gives him a weird look in the elevator.
(He’s imagining it.)
Still, he has his assistant phone out for a sandwich.
In the afternoon he sees her in with Diane, her clever face all concentration, making notes on a legal pad.
(Her face gone smooth and expressive, eyes wide, mouth--)
Okay. Okay, Tiger. Enough of--
He turns around, nods, looks alive.
Seven-thirty and he goes by her office, finds the light already out.
Close to the vest, he thinks. What is he, an idiot?
Well, yeah, but--
He bangs his head once, softly, against the door.
He gets back upstairs and there she is, sitting on his couch and waiting. Her hair is curling just the slightest bit.
“Hi,” she tells him.
“Hi,” he says.
Will tries to stop grinning, and can’t.