The Good Wife: Family Values
Summary: Set any time after 4x12. Alicia and Peter are continuing their secret affair and Alicia seems perfectly content to keep things the way they are. However, a shocking incident involving the youngest of the Florrick clan will cause Peter to re-evaluate their situation. This fic is a little on the dark and angsty side at times and will centre around the whole Florrick Family unit.
A/N: Strong T rating for content, subject matter, and language in later chapters.
"Wow, that was exactly what I needed" Alicia sighed happily as Peter collapsed onto the bed next to her; both bodies completely spent and trying to catch their breath after what had been another exhilarating round in their recent string of many casual encounters.
"That was amazing" Peter replied as he lay next to her, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he can feel it in his ears.
"I should probably get going though" Alicia said regretfully as she gathered the sheets up around her naked frame and sat up in the bed.
"Already?" Peter whined; pushing himself up onto his elbow and running his free hand over the small of her naked back.
"Yeah, I've got to get home and get dinner for the kids, it's already late. I guess I should give them a call first and make sure Zach is at home, he did mention something about going to the campaign office after school today" she mentioned as she started patting the bed around her.
"What are you looking for?" Peter asked, chuckling as he watched her.
"My cell phone. If you recall I was in the middle of a conversation before you distracted me and I ended up hanging up on my assistant and tossing the phone God knows where" she said with a huff, but being around her as long as he had been Peter could tell she wasn't actually angry.
"Here, use mine" Peter mentioned, reaching over to the nightstand and passing her his cell phone.
"Peter! Are you crazy" Alicia practically gasped at him; shoving his phone away from her. "I can't call our children from your cell phone. We have call display you know and they can't know about… whatever this is" she said with a wave of her hand between them.
"Right, right" Peter sighed. "Your precious rules" he emphasized the last word with air quotes as he rolled away from her and reached to the floor beside his bed to find his boxers and pants.
He hadn't made it a secret that he didn't like sneaking around with her; especially the part where they were lying to their children but Alicia wasn't ready to give him anything more yet and Peter unfortunately wasn't really in a position to argue. Alicia held all the cards, he knew that. So if this was all he could get for now, he'd take it.
Though regular sex with the woman that he loved was great, she had her own set of strict ground rules that they were to follow at all times. For starters they were never to have sex at her apartment; Thanksgiving being the one and only amendment to the rule. They never got together at his place if the kids were with him for the night. Eli wasn't to find out (he'd have a field day with that tidbit of information) and finally there was never under any circumstances 'sleepovers' allowed. Some evenings Peter had no idea where she found the energy to get up and go home afterwards when all he wanted to do was stay tangled up in bed with her forever, but she followed every rule she set to a T. It's not that she was cold, or even emotionally unattached from the acts themselves, she just didn't trust herself not to get ahead of herself if she didn't have rules in place. At least that's what she told him and he had no reason not to believe her so he went along with it all, albeit somewhat reluctantly at times.
"It has to be around here somewhere" Alicia huffed once more, pulling Peter out of his reverie and focusing back on her. She was standing on the opposite side of the bed as him now, sheets draped around her to cover her otherwise naked frame. Peter at least had his pants on now and so did his part to help her find her phone, looking first in what he figured was the most obvious of places when to look when you lose things; under the bed.
"Ah ha! Got it!" Peter exclaimed triumphantly, rising up from the floor and holding Alicia's phone in his hand.
"Thank you" she said, reaching across the bed to retrieve it from him and quickly dialing her home number.
The phone rang several times until Alicia's own voice kicked in on the answering device so she quickly ended the call and brought the phone away from her ear, staring at it pensively.
"Hmmm, that's strange" she mumbled mostly to herself.
"What is it?" Peter asked, his curiosity now peaked. "Something wrong?"
"No it's just… nobody picked up the phone. Grace should be at home"
"Maybe she's just in the shower or something" Peter shrugged. "Try Zach's cell phone maybe"
Alicia did just that, scrolling through her contacts list until she found Zach's number and pressed send; relieved when he had answered after only the second ring.
"Hello, Mom?" Zach had answered and Alicia automatically smiled upon hearing her son's voice.
"Hi Zach, are you at home by any chance?"
"No, still at the campaign office, probably won't be home 'til late. Why?"
"Nothing, I just called home and nobody answered so I wanted to see what you guys were up to. Do you know where your sister is?"
"No, sorry Mom, try her cell phone though"
"I will, thank you Zach" she told him before hanging up the phone and scrolling through her contact list again until she had found Grace's number.
"Trying Grace's phone?" Peter asked and Alicia simply nodded as she waited in anticipation for her daughter to pick up.
"Hello?" Grace answered a few moments later and Alicia sighed with relief.
"Grace, hi. Where are you?" Alicia asked casually. She had no reason to be upset yet, for all she knew Grace could be sitting at home and simply didn't hear the phone ring.
"Mom, I told you…" Grace replied with a huff.
"Told me what?"
"I asked you last week if I could go to Shannon's on Friday for a sleepover and you said it was okay"
"Oh…" Alicia furrowed her brow as she tried in vain to remember this conversation taking place. It probably had, she's sure Grace wasn't lying but she'd been so busy lately with work and the campaign and, not that she was keeping track, but this was her third trip to see Peter this week so she could see how she could've forgotten.
"I left you a note on the fridge" Grace argued; pulling Alicia from her thoughts.
"Right. Sorry sweetie, I guess I forgot. I'm sorry"
"Well I can still stay over right? You said I could-" Grace was preparing for a fight but Alicia was quick to interrupt.
"Yes Grace, you can stay over. Remember tomorrow is your night at Dad's though so don't be home too late"
"I won't" Grace promised.
"Okay, well have fun and be good for Shannon's mother"
"Mom" Grace groaned into the phone; hating the way her mother still often spoke to her like she was 8 years old.
"Love you too" Alicia sighed into the phone at her daughter's new found snarky attitude.
"I love you Mom, good night" Grace told her; though Alicia was sure it was just a means to get her off the phone.
Alicia heaved a heavy sigh as she ended the call and tossed the phone onto the mattress before taking her head into her hands.
"What's wrong?" Peter asked, a soft chuckle escaping him as he spoke.
"Nothing. Grace is staying at Shannon's tonight, I forgot and she was just giving me attitude about it"
"Oh the joys of raising a teenage girl" Peter joked and Alicia could do little more than smirk at him as she nodded her head.
"Yep" she sighed.
"You want me to talk to her?" Peter asked; seriousness in his tone this time.
"No, it's fine" Alicia said with a wave of indifference. "She'll be over it by tomorrow, she's just in one of her moods"
"Okay" Peter shrugged. "So what's Zach up to?"
"Staying late at the campaign office. Friday's are the only night's I let him stay there late"
"So… you don't have to leave?" Peter asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Alicia giggled slightly at his suggestion. "Why is there somewhere else I should be?"
"I can think of one good place" Peter shrugged before walking around the bed to meet her. He took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom where he turned on the shower, allowing the room to fill up with a thick steam.
"Care to join me?" He asked, suggestively raising one eyebrow at her before removing his pants and tossing them carelessly aside.
Alicia simply smiled at him before slowly unwrapping the sheet from around herself and dropping it to the floor, letting it pool around her feet.
"My God you're beautiful" Peter breathed before pulling her against him and capturing her lips in a long searing kiss and began leading them backward into the overly large shower stall.
"Are you in trouble?" Connor asked, looking over to Grace as she hung up the phone and slid it into the back pocket of her denim skirt.
"No, it's cool, she still thinks I'm at Shannon's" Grace said with a small shrug. She didn't want to lie to her mother about where she was going tonight, but she knew under no circumstances would Alicia allow her to go to a party with a bunch of seniors from her school. She was one of the very few juniors invited; Connor had asked her to go with him and she couldn't turn down the opportunity. She had never been the most popular girl in school but every moment she spent with Connor she felt like she was, like she meant the world to somebody.
"Awesome" Connor grinned at her before taking the final swig out of his small silver flask and stuffing it inside his jacket pocket. "Ready to go in?" He asked, holding out his hand to her.
"Yeah" she smiled, lacing her fingers through his as they entered the house.
The party was in full swing by the time they had arrived. She couldn't even remember the name of the person whose house it was, Kurt something or other, all she knew was that his parents were on vacation so he decided to throw a party for no real reason other than that he could.
Still clutching onto her hand Connor led Grace through the front hallway and into the kitchen where dozens of their peers stood crowding around a keg each with red plastic cups in their hands and chatting amongst themselves.
"Want a drink?" Connor asked against her ear so she could hear him over the pounding music that was currently shaking the floorboards beneath their feet as they walked.
Grace hesitated for a moment. She had never drank before, but then again she'd never been invited to a party before either and she knew that's why she came tonight, to try new experiences.
"Sure" she said with a small shrug and a bright smile towards Connor.
"K, come on" he pulled her a little further and pushed through the crowd of rambunctious teens until he reached the keg and was able to pour them both a glass.
Taking both cups in one hand Connor grabbed Grace's hand with his free one and pulled her further along through the kitchen towards the back of the house where it was a little less crowded and certainly less noisy.
"Here you go" Connor smiled at her as they came to a stop at the bottom of a staircase off the living room.
"Thanks" Grace said, accepting the drink from him before taking a seat on one of the steps. She took a small swallow and had to fight back the urge to spit it straight back into the cup again. It was disgusting, to say the least, she thought to herself. But, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of Connor she simply squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed down the foul-tasting liquid.
"Don't like it do you" Connor said; more of a statement then a question.
Grace gave a shy shrug of her shoulders. "It's okay"
"You hate it" Connor chuckled and Grace let out a small laugh before nodding her head in agreement.
"Don't worry, it doesn't taste so bad once you get used to it" he assured her before taking her hand holding the cup and tipping it back up towards her mouth.
Grace did as Connor wanted and brought the cup the rest of the way to her lips and took another large swallow, waiting a few seconds and then quickly taking a third in hopes that if she drank it fast enough maybe she just wouldn't taste it.
He did seem to be right though, by the third gulp she had to admit it hadn't tasted nearly as bad as the first, though she still didn't understand why people would want to drink this leisurely. She understood why kids did it to get drunk, but did people actually enjoy drinking this for its taste? Grace shook her head at the thought. Gross.
"You're cute when you drink" Connor had mentioned and Grace could feel her cheeks turning pink at the compliment before she let out a nervous laugh.
"I'm serious" he laughed, taking a seat next to her on the step. "The way your nose scrunches up every time you take a sip, it's adorable" he told her, leaning in closer until their faces were nearly inches apart.
"I love your nose" he whispered quietly before rubbing his nose gently against hers in an Eskimo kiss.
"You do?" Grace asked shyly. Connor was by far the first and closest thing she had ever had to a boyfriend, and she finally understood what people meant when they said someone gave them butterflies in their stomach because she felt them every time Connor looked at her.
"Yeah" he answered simply before his eyes flickered down to her mouth. "And I love your soft lips…" he whispered against her lips before capturing them with his own for a long, slow kiss.
"I like your lips too" Grace said nervously as Connor slowly pulled back from her.
"Remember that day you kissed me in the bushes at school?"
"Yeah" Grace slowly nodded.
"I can't stop thinking about that kiss" Connor admitted softly and once again Grace could feel the blush rising in her cheeks. That was the first time she had ever kissed someone, she didn't even really know what she was doing so to hear a guy as experienced as Connor tell her he couldn't stop thinking about it made Grace feel like she was the only girl in the world.
"Really?" she asked; mild disbelief in her tone, though she really wanted to believe he was telling her the truth.
"Yeah" he smiled. "I want you to kiss me like that again so badly"
"Okay" Grace giggled nervously.
"Not here" Connor mentioned, standing up from the step. "Come on" he said, holding his hand out for her, which Grace accepted after only a moment of hesitation.
Pulling her up from the step Connor slowly led Grace up the winding staircase and into a quiet hallway lined with closed doors on either side.
"Here, this one" Connor motioned with a nod of his head toward the second door on their left.
Opening the door Connor led Grace into a darkened bedroom. Grace couldn't see much but she could tell it belonged to a boy; blue painted walls lined with hockey posters hung above the double bed.
"This is Kurt's younger brother's room" Connor mentioned as he looked around the room. Apparently he had been in here before.
He reached up next to him to flick on the floor lamp that stood beside the bed and it lit up the room with a subtle soft glow.
"Perfect" he grinned, turning back to Grace who had just taken the final step over the threshold into the room.
Connor reached for her, taking the plastic cup from her hand and placing it, along with his, on a nearby dresser before making his way back to Grace.
"You're not scared are you?" Connor asked quietly as he noticed Grace's timid expression as she peered around the room.
"No" she quickly assured him; not even believing the word herself as it left her lips.
"Look, Grace" he sighed, taking both her hands with his. "I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that right?" He asked and she merely nodded. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to"
"Okay" Grace agreed after a moment.
"Kay" Connor's bright smile practically lit up the otherwise dim room before quietly closing the door and leading her over to the bed where they both took a seat on the edge.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked almost in a whisper and Grace immediately felt the butterflies again and she couldn't nod her head fast enough.
"Yeah" she managed to get out before Connor's lips covered hers in a long, slow kiss. Taking her hands in his Connor brought Grace's arms up around his neck so that she could hold him closer so she followed his lead and laced her fingers together behind his head, pulling him slightly closer until he suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back.
"Did I do something wrong?" Grace asked confused. Connor simply chuckled before shaking his head.
"No" he quickly assured her. "I just wanna make sure you're okay" he told her and she smiled sweetly at him.
"I'm okay" she promised.
A/N: Again this story will focus on the whole Florrick family so it will go back and forth between Alicia and Peter, Grace and Connor, and Zach will have more involvement soon as well. The angst will be turned up considerably in the next chapter so enjoy the 'somewhat' fluffy intro while it lasted, lol. Reviews are always welcomed and appreciated :)