The Rules/Elevator
Title: The Rules/Elevator
Author: variousflumps
Pairing: Alicia/Kalinda
Spoilers: Up to 2x23
Rating: PG
Summary: Archiving two small fics written for the excellent Good Wife Fixathon.
The Rules
Alicia has eleventy-billion rules. She started with the obvious ones, like no sex in the stationery cupboard, no feeling her up in the corridor, and then progressed from there when she found out that the obvious rules didn’t actually rule out very much when you were trying to stop someone like Kalinda Sharma from getting you wet at work.
No kissing in her office. No footsie under the table. No touching the inside of her wrist. (Kalinda looked at her like she was nuts when she made that rule, but it was just as necessary as the others…one finger, stroking, on the sweet spot of her wrist for 30 seconds in the conference room had led to a whole afternoon of fevered distraction.)
Each time she makes a rule she knows that Kalinda’s going to try to find another, subtler way to get her all hot and bothered. She’s been surprisingly respectful of the rules themselves, though; amused, really. Alicia knows that she’d never deliberately make her feel self-conscious at work, it’s just that…well. It’s just that everything about Kalinda turns her on.
She thinks about making some more rules. No whispering in her ear. No touching the small of her back. No looking at her in a meeting.
No looking at her? Jesus. She can just see Kalinda’s expression if she tried to make that rule. A raised eyebrow, a smirk, that “Alicia, you’re cute but you’re crazy” face. Sometimes Alicia wishes that Kalinda didn’t have quite so much power over her. But not often. Most of the time she likes things this way. Needs things this way.
She sits in the afternoon meeting and feels Kalinda’s eyes on her for most of the time. It feels like basking in the heat of a summer’s day. It feels like foreplay. It feels like love.
The rules are only there to keep her safe. They’re not working. She wants Kalinda so badly she’s planning to break four or five of her own rules in her office after the meeting.
She’s always played by the rules. It’s about time she stopped.
Elevator
The elevator ride from the 27th floor takes about 60 seconds. They stand as far apart as possible and stare at the elevator doors.
Kalinda thinks Are you OK are the kids OK are you coping are you crying do you blame me do you hate me do you hate me will you talk to me again properly will you talk to me again like you used to like you trusted me do you need any help I would help you I’d do anything I’d do anything for you you’re the only one in my life I miss you I miss you I’m so sorry.
They reach the ground floor. Kalinda says “Goodnight,” and walks to her car.
Author: variousflumps
Pairing: Alicia/Kalinda
Spoilers: Up to 2x23
Rating: PG
Summary: Archiving two small fics written for the excellent Good Wife Fixathon.
The Rules
Alicia has eleventy-billion rules. She started with the obvious ones, like no sex in the stationery cupboard, no feeling her up in the corridor, and then progressed from there when she found out that the obvious rules didn’t actually rule out very much when you were trying to stop someone like Kalinda Sharma from getting you wet at work.
No kissing in her office. No footsie under the table. No touching the inside of her wrist. (Kalinda looked at her like she was nuts when she made that rule, but it was just as necessary as the others…one finger, stroking, on the sweet spot of her wrist for 30 seconds in the conference room had led to a whole afternoon of fevered distraction.)
Each time she makes a rule she knows that Kalinda’s going to try to find another, subtler way to get her all hot and bothered. She’s been surprisingly respectful of the rules themselves, though; amused, really. Alicia knows that she’d never deliberately make her feel self-conscious at work, it’s just that…well. It’s just that everything about Kalinda turns her on.
She thinks about making some more rules. No whispering in her ear. No touching the small of her back. No looking at her in a meeting.
No looking at her? Jesus. She can just see Kalinda’s expression if she tried to make that rule. A raised eyebrow, a smirk, that “Alicia, you’re cute but you’re crazy” face. Sometimes Alicia wishes that Kalinda didn’t have quite so much power over her. But not often. Most of the time she likes things this way. Needs things this way.
She sits in the afternoon meeting and feels Kalinda’s eyes on her for most of the time. It feels like basking in the heat of a summer’s day. It feels like foreplay. It feels like love.
The rules are only there to keep her safe. They’re not working. She wants Kalinda so badly she’s planning to break four or five of her own rules in her office after the meeting.
She’s always played by the rules. It’s about time she stopped.
Elevator
The elevator ride from the 27th floor takes about 60 seconds. They stand as far apart as possible and stare at the elevator doors.
Kalinda thinks Are you OK are the kids OK are you coping are you crying do you blame me do you hate me do you hate me will you talk to me again properly will you talk to me again like you used to like you trusted me do you need any help I would help you I’d do anything I’d do anything for you you’re the only one in my life I miss you I miss you I’m so sorry.
They reach the ground floor. Kalinda says “Goodnight,” and walks to her car.