The Good Wife: The Itch.

Summary: Thanksgiving had only scratched the surface and once again Alicia found herself going to Peter in an attempt to work out some 'frustration'. What she didn't expect was to hear Peter voice some frustrations of his own. One shot, Peter/Alicia, takes place any time after 4x09.

A/N: This is my first story for The Good Wife! I'm fairly new to the fandom and although I started off simply assuming I would be a Will/Alicia shipper, that Peter just… Well, he doesn't give up does he? I've got to respect him for that. Not to mention the fact that every scene between the two of them is just charged with so much energy (sexual, emotional, what have you) I find myself looking forward to every moment of screen-time they have together.*Sigh* I don't even know what this show has done to my emotions… Team Peter, or Team Will, how does one choose? If I ever figure it out I'll let you know ;P

Climbing into the driver's side door of her sedan Alicia slammed the door shut in anger. Anger towards the case, anger towards the prosecutor, but mostly anger towards the judge who had nearly held her in contempt but instead agreed to drop the charge if Alicia excused herself from the defense table for the remainder of the trial.

Her blood was boiling by the time Diane and Will had finally ordered Alicia to call it a night and go home; telling her it was pointless for her to be charged when the case was so close to being over anyway. The last thing Alicia wanted to do was back down from a fight which she deemed worth fighting, but alas it was their names on the wall in their firm, not hers, so she really hadn't much choice in the matter anymore. An order was an order. So reluctantly she packed her briefcase up and headed out of the courthouse and towards home.

Thrumming her fingers along the steering wheel as she coasted down the freeway Alicia was still enraged about being thrown off the case. She muttered to herself the entire ride; not having the patience to even listen to the radio because it just might try and cheer her up and the last thing she wanted was to be cheered up. Heading towards the exit ramp for her apartment Alicia had a thought; Owen was at her place right now. She had asked him to stay with the kids the last couple days because this particular case had consumed her every waking moment for the past 72 hours and she didn't like leaving Zach and Grace alone for such long periods of time; especially considering they were on Christmas break and so didn't even have classes to keep them out of trouble for at least part of the day. Knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to just go home, relax and down a bottle of red wine without Owen nagging her with his version of twenty questions Alicia made a quick decision and changed lanes away from the exit and back onto the main highway.

She loved her brother dearly but he just didn't understand the stress she was under sometimes. He would try to offer simple solutions and quick fixes to her monumental problems and most of the time it just made her more angry. When he could see that trying to reason with her wasn't going to work he would often resort to teasing her, or trying to make her laugh in an attempt to lighten her mood and most nights it worked and she was glad to have somebody there for that. But tonight, it was the last thing she wanted.

Her brain on autopilot mode she made the forty minute drive out into the suburbs without a second thought. Her hands mindlessly guided the steering wheel towards her destination just as she had done countless times before; more frequently as of late if she was being honest with herself. In what seemed like only the blink of an eye she found herself pulling the car into Peter's driveway and with heavy sigh she put the car into park and killed the ignition as she stared up at what used to be their family home.

Her impromptu visits to Peter had become something of a regularity over the past few weeks since that dreadful Thanksgiving dinner with her mother.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't all dreadful, but a majority of the evening before she had snuck off to the bathroom certainly was.

It was now more like a force of habit than anything; if she'd had a bad day, she would call him up and he would invite her to come over. It was easy, uncomplicated, exactly what she needed it to be. Peter didn't seem to mind either, most nights he would even leave the door unlocked just in case and sure enough she had shown up on more than one occasion and he was more than willing to oblige her.

Sex. That's all it was. At least, as far as Alicia was concerned. Half the nights she showed up there she hadn't even planned on it; again it was more like she was on autopilot. Every time was the same, she'd show up, he'd open a bottle of wine, and they rarely got through the first glass before they ended up on the sofa, the living room floor in front of the fireplace, or even that one time on the kitchen counter. Yeah, that had been a particularly stressful evening for Alicia. Then when all was said and done she would get up, get dressed, he'd kiss her goodnight and she would be gone. Occasionally they would talk beforehand about whatever it was that had been bothering her on that particular evening; Peter was easy to talk to about work problems because he understood them and could actually have intelligible conversations about them, as opposed to Owen's go-to response of 'you should just quit'.

Climbing out of the car, the corner of Alicia's mouth twitched up into the smallest hint of a smile as she saw the kitchen light come on and Peter standing at the window offering her a quick wave. She made her way up the driveway with purposeful strides and let herself in the front door without bothering to knock.

"Hey" she heard him call from the kitchen as she slid out of her winter coat and tossed it over the staircase railing.

"Hi" she greeted him as she came to stand at the threshold of the kitchen; leaning against the open doorframe and watching him as he poured two glasses of her favourite red wine.

"Didn't think I'd see you tonight, you had that big case so I just figured-" he began but Alicia was quick to cut him off.

"I'm not on the case anymore. And no, I don't want to talk about" she emphasized with a shake of her head before making her way further into the kitchen.

"Okay" Peter accepted cautiously. "Wine?" he asked; offering the glass to her with a small smile.


"No?" Peter raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"No" she confirmed. "I don't want to talk, I don't want to drink" she said quickly before taking one final step closer and covering his mouth with hers.

The kiss was frantic, impatient, and devoid of any emotion and it took Peter a few seconds to even catch up to her rapid movements before their mouths finally got in sync; falling into a rhythm that actually had no rhythm to it at all, it was more like race against time; a battle of desperation they both fought to keep up with.

"Alicia, woah, wait" Peter finally spoke; breaking the kiss and pushing Alicia back gently by her shoulders to be able to look her in the eyes.

"What's wrong? Tell me" he gently pleaded.

"Peter?" she said in the calmest voice she could manage.


"Shut up" she practically growled before finding his mouth again and tugging on his tie with skilled fingers; quickly loosening the knot and using it as leverage to bring him closer.

It seemed to have worked. At least for a few seconds as Peter seemed to be lost in a haze of ecstasy. He gripped her hips with both hands and quickly turned her so that she was backed up against the kitchen table and he was pressed up against her. With one sudden sweep he had her up on the table and she wasted no time in wrapping her legs around his middle in an effort to bring him closer still. Her hands made quick work of ridding him of his suit jacket and he groaned into her mouth as he felt her fingers tugging at his belt next.

"Mmmm, baby, wait" Peter mumbled against her lips before bringing his hands over top of hers in an effort to slow her progress with the belt.

"What?" Alicia practically snapped in response as she pulled back from the heated kiss.

"I just…" Peter sighed and Alicia stared at him in disbelief. She knew he was just as worked up as she was; given where here hands just were there was no playing shy now.

"What, Peter?" Alicia asked; mild annoyance evident in her tone.

"I don't know, I missed you, that's all" he shrugged before flashing her an adoring smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I missed you too, so let's go" came her quick response before her hands were back on his belt. He could tell the words meant nothing to her; a means to an end to get things moving again.

"Can we just…" Peter suddenly seemed frustrated with her as he gripped around her wrists and pulled her hands back again. "I said I missed you. Can't we just enjoy each other for a few minutes first?" he asked and she looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

"I was enjoying myself Peter… And by the looks of things you're not having such a bad time yourself" she stated matter-of-factly; crossing her arms across her chest.

"Well of course I want this" he sighed.

"So… what's the problem?" Alicia asked; her tone laced with sarcasm and annoyance.

"There's no problem" he quickly dismissed the notion. "I just, want to kiss you. Here…" he began as he placed a kiss on her jaw line. "And here" he continued; placing another kiss behind her ear. "And here" he mumbled against her throat as he gently sucked on the tender flesh where her neck met her collarbone. "And here" he whispered; pushing the collar of her shirt aside slightly to plant another kiss on the top of her shoulder.

He was taking his time with her. Wanting to re-commit every inch of her skin to memory, and Alicia was so not in the mood right now.

"Peter, come on, what are you doing" she tried to make her tone sound light, almost teasing as she cupped his face and brought his mouth back to hers. "I want you, right now" she mumbled into his mouth. "Don't you want me too?" she asked before letting out a gentle moan into his mouth that she was sure would drive him over the edge; as it usually had in the past.

"I want…" Peter began as their desperate kiss deepened.

"Yeah?" Alicia encouraged him to continue; running her hands up and down his chest before bringing her fingers to the buttons on his shirt and popping open the first two.

"I want to make love to you Alicia" he admitted almost breathlessly.

"Okay" Alicia agreed all too quickly; not even acknowledging the words before tugging his shirt out of his pants and finally undoing his belt.

"In the bedroom" he mumbled against her lips; tongues still dueling for dominance. "Our bedroom Alicia"

The heated kiss seemed to hesitate on Alicia's end as her right eye opened and she raised a questioning brow at the request before quickly recovering from her obvious discomfort.

"Mmmm, Peter, let's not wait, come on" she tried to persuade him with another moan into his mouth.

The kiss died in an instant and it took Alicia a second to even realize they had even lost contact. She furrowed her brow and opened her eyes to seem him standing a foot or so back from her and simply staring.

"What are you doing?" she huffed at him; her sexual frustration brought to a whole new level she'd never thought possible before.

"I know what I'm doing, I want to know what the hell you're doing" he quickly fired back at her, and the anger in his tone was unmistakeable.

"Well I didn't think I had to paint you a picture here Peter" she scoffed.

"So, this is it for you?" he asked; shrugging his shoulders at her.

"What is?" she narrowed her eyes at him in confusion.

"This" he motioned between the two of them with a wave of his hand. "You come here, get what you need from me and you're out the door again, and then what? Back again two nights later and we start all over again?" his tone was accusatory and Alicia was still trying to play catch-up as to how they got from foreplay to fighting so quickly.

"I haven't exactly heard you complaining…" it was childish, and certainly not the response he was looking for, she knew that, but she was too flustered and angry to really care at the moment.

"Of course not, I barely have time to catch my breath before you're running out of here without so much as a 'call ya later'"

"What do you want from me Peter?" she growled at him; her voice raised louder than it had been with him for quite some time.

"You, Alicia!" His yelled just as loud. "I want you!"

A silence fell between them as Alicia simply stared at him in response; unsure of what she was even supposed to say to that and Peter hung his head and let out a heavy sigh before continuing; only much softer this time.

"Look, I'm not an idiot Alicia. I know when I'm being used; I know when you come to me because you've had a fight with your mother, or with Owen, or with Will" he explained and when she went to object to the latter part of his statement he raised a hand to silence her.

"Don't… Don't say it isn't true because I know it is. And yes, it pisses me off to know that he affects you that way but I try to just take solace in the fact that it's me you're coming to to express that anger rather than him. But Alicia, I can't be your sex slave for the rest of our lives. I love you, and I want all of you. I want you on your best days and I want you on your worst. I want to hold your feet in my lap after you've had a long day while some crappy movie plays in the background on the TV. I want to spend my Sunday morning's lying in bed with you. I want…" he paused for a beat before reaching out to take her hands in his. "I want my wife back"

"Peter, I…" she started to speak; though she had no idea what she was going to say next but thankfully he interrupted her once more.

"Look I know it's a lot and I don't expect you to give me an answer right now. God knows I have a lifetime of mistakes to make up for with you and the kids but Alicia I want to try. Just… think about it, okay?" he asked and she quickly tore her gaze away from him. Seeing him broken like this did hurt her but she had to be realistic and think to herself all the times she'd seen him like this before, and remember all the broken promises he's made in the past.

He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he waited for a response that he soon realized wasn't going to come this easily and took a deep breath before continuing once more.

"These past few months have been… amazing. You by my side on the campaign, us having family dinners again, and you're smile… God Alicia it's been so long since I've seen you happy but lately I've been seeing it more and more; granted it's usually when one of us are complaining and cracking jokes about our mother's but…" he trailed off Alicia's lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smirk.

"See" he smiled at her before bringing his forehead to rest against hers. "I would do anything to see that smile every day Alicia. And I'm not expecting a miracle or your forgiveness overnight. I know I have a lot of work to put in, but I need you to know that I'm willing to put the work in, if you're willing to let me"

They remained in a comfortable silence as Alicia let his words sink in. After a few long moments had passed between them Alicia let her shoulders fall as she let out a short sigh and pushed herself off the kitchen table so she was standing on the floor again. Peter backed up a couple feet to give her some space but didn't once take his eyes off her. She remained fixed to her spot for a few more seconds before finally straightening her shoulders and bringing her gaze up to meet his. He flashed her just the slightest of smiles and she merely nodded in response before taking a few steps closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and bringing her lips up to place a quick kiss on his cheek before turning away from him and heading out of the kitchen.

Buttoning up her coat and fishing her keys out of the pocket she came back to stand at the doorway to the kitchen where Peter remained in the spot she had left him. He was still watching her, but wasn't saying anything. He had said everything he needed to say for one night and didn't want to push any further; knowing she wasn't ready for it yet and for that she was grateful. She took one last look at him then gave him a small smile before offering her goodnight.

"I'll call you later, okay?" She asked and he merely nodded.

It was the most he could have asked for; and all he needed to hear from her tonight.

A/N 2: Well, that's it. I do imagine that at some point they're going to have this kind of conversation between the two of them. Peter is obviously still in love with her and I don't know how long she expects to just keep showing up and kissing him, sleeping with him, etc. until he starts to want more from her (not that I'm complaining here...). I for one will be waiting with baited breath to see if, when, and how this will all unfold. For now though I'm just enjoying the ride. Reviews would be greatly appreciated, as I mentioned this is my very first story for The Good Wife so please let me know what you think!

PS: If you're interested you can also check out my first Alicia/Peter fanvideo on youtube: watch?v=SqfHyQrCu20

note: This site doesn't allow you to post links so I have to post it that way, just put youtubedotcom/ before the link code ;) Oh, and don't worry, my video are editing skills are much better than my writing ;P