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tellitslantTitle: Weapon of Choice
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mosca
Fandom: The Good Wife
Pairing: Kalinda Sharma/Nancy Crozier
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2500
Disclaimer: Characters are property of CBS. This is a transformative work; no infringement is intended.
Warnings: None. No major spoilers; assumes knowledge through the end of the second season.
Summary: An exercise in the art of subtext.
*
"Gee, do you come here a lot?" The voice at Kalinda's elbow was unexpected, but she kept her face straight as she turned from the bar. The blonde lawyer with the too-innocent face and the penchant for heart doodles – Nancy – stood behind her, cradling a glass of something pink and fruity. She clambered onto the stool next to Kalinda and beamed widely. "It must be a little bit out of your price range, isn't it? I mean, you're Lockhart Gardner's investigator, aren't you?"
"I am," Kalinda confirmed, not answering the implicit question. The Golden Glow was actually one of Kalinda's favourite bars outside the Loop, but she wasn't about to explain why the owner let her drink on account.
Nancy didn't take Kalinda's curt answer as a hint to leave; instead her smile brightened, as if she'd been unsure whether Kalinda was who she thought and was just glad to have been right. After a moment, though, her face fell. "Oh, I've forgotten your name," she said, sounding genuinely contrite. "Is it, um..."
In the moment as the pause lengthened, Kalinda felt her stomach clench; she almost expected Blake to pop out, smirking, and whisper 'Leela' in her ear. "Kalinda," she snapped, more roughly than she'd intended. "I'm Kalinda," she said again, softer but with no less certainty.
"Of course, Kalinda, I'm so sorry. I never forget a face, but names, they're just, whoosh, in one ear and out the other." She giggled. "I'm – "
"Nancy," Kalinda interrupted, the spike of adrenaline in her gut making her unlikely to be kind. She flashed a brief smile. "My memory for names is just fine." Names and a lot more; she thought back to everything she'd noticed about the other woman in court. "So, Nancy," she said, turning to face the other woman fully. "How does a girl from Michigan discover one of Chicago's best-kept secret so quickly?" She caught a flicker of assessment in Nancy's eyes and sipped her drink casually. "The bar, I mean."
"Oh, gosh," Nancy said, toying absently with the tiny pink umbrella poking out of the top of her glass. "People talk, you know? Especially at court. You hear so many interesting things there."
"So many lies, too," Kalinda observed. "Do you spend all your time following up on rumours you hear at the courthouse?"
"Of course not, silly," Nancy said, touching Kalinda on the arm and laughing. "Even I know not to trust everything I hear there. I mean, you wouldn't believe some of it. And the things I've heard about you! Oh, oops." She covered her mouth with one hand. "I shouldn’t have said that, how rude of me."
"No, that's quite all right." Kalinda finished her drink and caught the bartender's eye. "I'm well aware what they say about me at the courthouse and elsewhere." She covered Nancy's hand with her own and smiled reassuringly. "May I buy you a drink?"
"Oh, I don't like tequila," Nancy said blandly.
Kalinda jerked in surprise. "Lady's choice," she said, trying to smooth over her loss of composure, but to no avail.
"Did I get it wrong?" Nancy asked. "It's just what I heard, you know. About you and taking women out for tequila. Isn't that true? Or is it just some women?"
Kalinda swore inwardly. She should have known better. As invisible as she could be, there were always eyes on Alicia, always. She'd taken herself out of her own story, but that didn't keep her from playing a part in somebody else's. "What did you hear?" she asked sharply.
Nancy shrugged. "I don't remember all of it," she answered, screwing her face up in seeming concentration. "Just one of those things that was floating around. When you're the new girl, you pick up whatever you can, you know?"
Whatever you can use, Kalinda amended mentally. The more they talked, the more she started to appreciate the performance Nancy was capable of. The only thing that kept her wary was not knowing what game they were actually playing. What were the stakes? If they were just talking about Kalinda's sexuality, that was one thing. She could ignore any new rumours like she always had. But if there was more... if her story and Alicia's were becoming entangled... there was too much hidden there to let any of it start to unravel. She had a responsibility to all the conspiracies of silence.
"I changed my mind," Kalinda said, pushing her empty glass across the bar. "I don't want another drink after all. I think I'd rather walk for a while."
Nancy's glass was still half full, but she rose when Kalinda did. "How lovely!" She slipped on a lightweight pink trenchcoat. "This neighbourhood is so pleasant after dark. I explore whenever I have time. My place is just down the street."
Of course it was. Kalinda made herself smile. "Maybe you can show me around."
*
The walk to Nancy's building was mostly silent. It wasn't until they were standing in the hallway outside her apartment that she said, quietly, "I didn't think you were much for visiting people at home."
Kalinda preceded her into the apartment and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. "Maybe not everything you've heard about me is true," she answered, wincing as Nancy flipped on a light.
"It couldn't possibly be," Nancy said from behind her, hands light on Kalinda's shoulders as she slipped off her coat. She moved differently, Kalinda noticed, here in her own apartment with the door locked behind her. A little bit of the façade fell away. Kalinda couldn't decide whether that made the act more impressive – that she could turn it off and on at will – or less – that she had to let it go sometimes. Kalinda's own walls never dropped unless she knew she was absolutely safe.
And impressive or not, the woman was threatening one of those safe places, and Kalinda had to do something about it.
She leaned against the wall insolently, exaggerating the tilt the boots gave to the cock of her hip. "Of course, some things are true," she said, tapping her finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Did you want to go through point by point, and I can stop you when you get something wrong?" She took a step forward. "Or did you have something else in mind?"
Nancy finished hanging up their coats and shook her head. "No, I don't really like getting things wrong," she said. "Maybe you'd better just tell me."
"Okay," Kalinda said, pushing her back against the door and kissing her fiercely.
There was a tiny voice inside Kalinda's head suggesting that just maybe she'd read the situation wrong. Nancy's hands fastened bruisingly on Kalinda's hips, though, dragging them closer together, and Kalinda chuckled to herself. Anyone who put on that much of a little-girl-lost act had to be hiding a wild side.
She slid her hands into Nancy's hair, tugging her head down, and bit at her lip, letting the worry she'd felt earlier translate into aggression. Nancy let herself be moved, pliant but not passive, responding to Kalinda eagerly. Her breath caught as Kalinda pinched a nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse, but her hands stayed on Kalinda's hips.
So she was going to be a pillow queen about this? That was fine with Kalinda – she had some nervous energy to work off, and the little noises Nancy was starting to make in the back of her throat were helping. A very different kind of heat was pooling low in her belly. She unbuttoned Nancy's blouse with one hand, tugging the fabric open, and trailed her fingers across Nancy's stomach to the button on her skirt.
"Now, hang on," Nancy said suddenly, and Kalinda froze. Nancy pushed her backwards a step and held her there. "You can't do all the work!" she said poutingly. "That just wouldn't be very polite of me." She dropped to her knees and tugged on the top of Kalinda's boots. "Lift up," she commanded, and slid the boots off one by one, trailing her fingers down the length of Kalinda's legs. "No shoes on the carpet," she confided, taking Kalinda by the hand and leading her further into the apartment.
They passed a small kitchen and came into a softly lit lounge; Nancy sat Kalinda on a large couch and straddled her lap. "There," she said, leaning in to kiss her again.
With her blouse hanging open and her blonde hair tangled, Nancy looked like the schoolgirl she kept pretending to be, Kalinda thought. She knew what she wanted, though, and wasn't shy about going for it. Kalinda tugged the blouse the rest of the way off and undid Nancy's bra with a flick of the wrist, trying to shift the balance of power again. Nancy responded by pulling off Kalinda's own shirt and bra, running her fingers lightly over the exposed skin. Kalinda lowered her head and sucked a dark red bruise onto the pale side of Nancy's breast, and Nancy arched backwards so far only Kalinda's hands kept her from tipping off the couch.
"Harder," she said, steadying herself on Kalinda's shoulders.
Kalinda drew back. "What?" She smirked up at Nancy.
"Harder!" Nancy demanded. Kalinda waited. "Harder... please?" Nancy breathed, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth and looking pleadingly at Kalinda.
"Better," Kalinda said, and bit Nancy's nipple, almost gently.
Nancy squeaked and slid further into Kalinda's lap, rocking against her. Much better, Kalinda thought, supporting her with one arm and sliding the other hand up her smooth thigh to push aside her damp panties. She flicked her thumb across Nancy's clit and smiled as Nancy stiffened.
It wasn't the best angle, but Kalinda could make it work. She ran her thumb lightly down between Nancy's slick lips, teasing for just a moment before settling into a rhythm. She'd forgotten why she was there, almost, forgotten everything except the need to show off. So she did, letting Nancy work her way up, until – "Now," Nancy said, "now, please!" Kalinda smiled and let her nail run across the head of Nancy's clit, just – there.
Nancy's hips jerked and then she froze, clit pulsing against Kalinda's thumb. She came almost silently, but her nails bit into Kalinda's skin, gripping so hard she would probably have bruises in the morning.
When she slumped forward, gasping, her hair drifted over Kalinda's bare shoulders; Kalinda shivered, suddenly sensitive all over and aching. Nancy huffed a laugh against her neck. "Okay," she said, "okay," sliding down off Kalinda's lap to kneel in front of the couch.
Kalinda looked at her, torn for a moment between her pounding pulse and the need to get up and leave while she still had the upper hand. Then Nancy tugged at her waistband; Kalinda lifted her hips automatically and Nancy slid skirt and underwear off in one smooth motion, leaving Kalinda bare in front of her.
"Yeah," Nancy whispered, leaning forward. "Can I.." One hand darted under a cushion and pulled back; Kalinda looked down when a familiar buzzing started.
"You keep that under the couch?" she asked incredulously, looking at the small bullet vibe buzzing in Nancy's hand.
"Yeah?" Nancy said. "Always be prepared – I was a Girl Scout," she added. "I learned a lot of very valuable life lessons. And how to tie a lot of knots." She rolled the vibe over the thin skin at the crease of Kalinda's thigh. "So is this okay?"
"Yeah," Kalinda said, swallowing thickly.
"Goodie," Nancy said, leaning up to kiss her. She ran the vibe up across Kalinda's stomach and over her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness, and Kalinda bit her lip to stifle a moan.
"Don't," Kalinda said, "just," feeling the buzz of the vibe as though it was running through her bones. She slid a hand around the back of Nancy's head and pushed downwards and Nancy went, trailing the vibe after her. She kissed her way between Kalinda's thighs first, tongue lapping at her opening and circling her clit until she was wet and open. And then the vibe, barely on, barely there, slipping across skin too slick for there to be any friction.
Kalinda tightened her hand in Nancy's hair. "I need something," she started, and Nancy slid two fingers inside her smoothly, trapping her between twisting pressure and the buzzing, fluttering vibe. Kalinda's eyes closed against her will and she let her hips roll against Nancy's hands. She could be anywhere, now.
The vibe kicked up a notch unexpectedly and Kalinda felt everything inside her tighten until the tension finally broke in a wash of heat. "Ah!" she gasped, then swallowed whatever else she might have said as her eyes flew open.
Nancy dropped the vibe on the floor and stretched. "That was nice," she said happily.
"Yeah," Kalinda said, leaning forward for a kiss. Her hands trembled, and she tried to pretend it was just aftershocks rushing through her that kept her breath from coming evenly.
After a few minutes, Nancy got up and disappeared through another door. Kalinda washed her hands at the kitchen sink and started looking for her clothes. When Nancy came back, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe and wearing bunny slippers, Kalinda was already dressed. "Sorry I can't stay," she said insincerely, tugging her boots back on.
Nancy went straight to the closet and pulled out Kalinda's coat. "Oh no," she said simply, "that wouldn’t do anyway. What if someone saw you leave in the morning? People might talk!" She opened the door and kissed Kalinda on both cheeks. "And we wouldn’t want that, would we?" she added, wiggling her fingers in a wave goodbye as she shut the door after Kalinda.
Kalinda stood in the hall for a moment, staring at the door. The lock clicked into place and she started, turning away. As she walked, she smiled; the smile turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle a laugh. No she thought, we wouldn't want people to talk. Message received.
Nothing like a little mutual blackmail to keep a secret quiet.
Author:
tellitslantRecipient:
moscaFandom: The Good Wife
Pairing: Kalinda Sharma/Nancy Crozier
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2500
Disclaimer: Characters are property of CBS. This is a transformative work; no infringement is intended.
Warnings: None. No major spoilers; assumes knowledge through the end of the second season.
Summary: An exercise in the art of subtext.
*
"Gee, do you come here a lot?" The voice at Kalinda's elbow was unexpected, but she kept her face straight as she turned from the bar. The blonde lawyer with the too-innocent face and the penchant for heart doodles – Nancy – stood behind her, cradling a glass of something pink and fruity. She clambered onto the stool next to Kalinda and beamed widely. "It must be a little bit out of your price range, isn't it? I mean, you're Lockhart Gardner's investigator, aren't you?"
"I am," Kalinda confirmed, not answering the implicit question. The Golden Glow was actually one of Kalinda's favourite bars outside the Loop, but she wasn't about to explain why the owner let her drink on account.
Nancy didn't take Kalinda's curt answer as a hint to leave; instead her smile brightened, as if she'd been unsure whether Kalinda was who she thought and was just glad to have been right. After a moment, though, her face fell. "Oh, I've forgotten your name," she said, sounding genuinely contrite. "Is it, um..."
In the moment as the pause lengthened, Kalinda felt her stomach clench; she almost expected Blake to pop out, smirking, and whisper 'Leela' in her ear. "Kalinda," she snapped, more roughly than she'd intended. "I'm Kalinda," she said again, softer but with no less certainty.
"Of course, Kalinda, I'm so sorry. I never forget a face, but names, they're just, whoosh, in one ear and out the other." She giggled. "I'm – "
"Nancy," Kalinda interrupted, the spike of adrenaline in her gut making her unlikely to be kind. She flashed a brief smile. "My memory for names is just fine." Names and a lot more; she thought back to everything she'd noticed about the other woman in court. "So, Nancy," she said, turning to face the other woman fully. "How does a girl from Michigan discover one of Chicago's best-kept secret so quickly?" She caught a flicker of assessment in Nancy's eyes and sipped her drink casually. "The bar, I mean."
"Oh, gosh," Nancy said, toying absently with the tiny pink umbrella poking out of the top of her glass. "People talk, you know? Especially at court. You hear so many interesting things there."
"So many lies, too," Kalinda observed. "Do you spend all your time following up on rumours you hear at the courthouse?"
"Of course not, silly," Nancy said, touching Kalinda on the arm and laughing. "Even I know not to trust everything I hear there. I mean, you wouldn't believe some of it. And the things I've heard about you! Oh, oops." She covered her mouth with one hand. "I shouldn’t have said that, how rude of me."
"No, that's quite all right." Kalinda finished her drink and caught the bartender's eye. "I'm well aware what they say about me at the courthouse and elsewhere." She covered Nancy's hand with her own and smiled reassuringly. "May I buy you a drink?"
"Oh, I don't like tequila," Nancy said blandly.
Kalinda jerked in surprise. "Lady's choice," she said, trying to smooth over her loss of composure, but to no avail.
"Did I get it wrong?" Nancy asked. "It's just what I heard, you know. About you and taking women out for tequila. Isn't that true? Or is it just some women?"
Kalinda swore inwardly. She should have known better. As invisible as she could be, there were always eyes on Alicia, always. She'd taken herself out of her own story, but that didn't keep her from playing a part in somebody else's. "What did you hear?" she asked sharply.
Nancy shrugged. "I don't remember all of it," she answered, screwing her face up in seeming concentration. "Just one of those things that was floating around. When you're the new girl, you pick up whatever you can, you know?"
Whatever you can use, Kalinda amended mentally. The more they talked, the more she started to appreciate the performance Nancy was capable of. The only thing that kept her wary was not knowing what game they were actually playing. What were the stakes? If they were just talking about Kalinda's sexuality, that was one thing. She could ignore any new rumours like she always had. But if there was more... if her story and Alicia's were becoming entangled... there was too much hidden there to let any of it start to unravel. She had a responsibility to all the conspiracies of silence.
"I changed my mind," Kalinda said, pushing her empty glass across the bar. "I don't want another drink after all. I think I'd rather walk for a while."
Nancy's glass was still half full, but she rose when Kalinda did. "How lovely!" She slipped on a lightweight pink trenchcoat. "This neighbourhood is so pleasant after dark. I explore whenever I have time. My place is just down the street."
Of course it was. Kalinda made herself smile. "Maybe you can show me around."
*
The walk to Nancy's building was mostly silent. It wasn't until they were standing in the hallway outside her apartment that she said, quietly, "I didn't think you were much for visiting people at home."
Kalinda preceded her into the apartment and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. "Maybe not everything you've heard about me is true," she answered, wincing as Nancy flipped on a light.
"It couldn't possibly be," Nancy said from behind her, hands light on Kalinda's shoulders as she slipped off her coat. She moved differently, Kalinda noticed, here in her own apartment with the door locked behind her. A little bit of the façade fell away. Kalinda couldn't decide whether that made the act more impressive – that she could turn it off and on at will – or less – that she had to let it go sometimes. Kalinda's own walls never dropped unless she knew she was absolutely safe.
And impressive or not, the woman was threatening one of those safe places, and Kalinda had to do something about it.
She leaned against the wall insolently, exaggerating the tilt the boots gave to the cock of her hip. "Of course, some things are true," she said, tapping her finger against her lips thoughtfully. "Did you want to go through point by point, and I can stop you when you get something wrong?" She took a step forward. "Or did you have something else in mind?"
Nancy finished hanging up their coats and shook her head. "No, I don't really like getting things wrong," she said. "Maybe you'd better just tell me."
"Okay," Kalinda said, pushing her back against the door and kissing her fiercely.
There was a tiny voice inside Kalinda's head suggesting that just maybe she'd read the situation wrong. Nancy's hands fastened bruisingly on Kalinda's hips, though, dragging them closer together, and Kalinda chuckled to herself. Anyone who put on that much of a little-girl-lost act had to be hiding a wild side.
She slid her hands into Nancy's hair, tugging her head down, and bit at her lip, letting the worry she'd felt earlier translate into aggression. Nancy let herself be moved, pliant but not passive, responding to Kalinda eagerly. Her breath caught as Kalinda pinched a nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse, but her hands stayed on Kalinda's hips.
So she was going to be a pillow queen about this? That was fine with Kalinda – she had some nervous energy to work off, and the little noises Nancy was starting to make in the back of her throat were helping. A very different kind of heat was pooling low in her belly. She unbuttoned Nancy's blouse with one hand, tugging the fabric open, and trailed her fingers across Nancy's stomach to the button on her skirt.
"Now, hang on," Nancy said suddenly, and Kalinda froze. Nancy pushed her backwards a step and held her there. "You can't do all the work!" she said poutingly. "That just wouldn't be very polite of me." She dropped to her knees and tugged on the top of Kalinda's boots. "Lift up," she commanded, and slid the boots off one by one, trailing her fingers down the length of Kalinda's legs. "No shoes on the carpet," she confided, taking Kalinda by the hand and leading her further into the apartment.
They passed a small kitchen and came into a softly lit lounge; Nancy sat Kalinda on a large couch and straddled her lap. "There," she said, leaning in to kiss her again.
With her blouse hanging open and her blonde hair tangled, Nancy looked like the schoolgirl she kept pretending to be, Kalinda thought. She knew what she wanted, though, and wasn't shy about going for it. Kalinda tugged the blouse the rest of the way off and undid Nancy's bra with a flick of the wrist, trying to shift the balance of power again. Nancy responded by pulling off Kalinda's own shirt and bra, running her fingers lightly over the exposed skin. Kalinda lowered her head and sucked a dark red bruise onto the pale side of Nancy's breast, and Nancy arched backwards so far only Kalinda's hands kept her from tipping off the couch.
"Harder," she said, steadying herself on Kalinda's shoulders.
Kalinda drew back. "What?" She smirked up at Nancy.
"Harder!" Nancy demanded. Kalinda waited. "Harder... please?" Nancy breathed, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth and looking pleadingly at Kalinda.
"Better," Kalinda said, and bit Nancy's nipple, almost gently.
Nancy squeaked and slid further into Kalinda's lap, rocking against her. Much better, Kalinda thought, supporting her with one arm and sliding the other hand up her smooth thigh to push aside her damp panties. She flicked her thumb across Nancy's clit and smiled as Nancy stiffened.
It wasn't the best angle, but Kalinda could make it work. She ran her thumb lightly down between Nancy's slick lips, teasing for just a moment before settling into a rhythm. She'd forgotten why she was there, almost, forgotten everything except the need to show off. So she did, letting Nancy work her way up, until – "Now," Nancy said, "now, please!" Kalinda smiled and let her nail run across the head of Nancy's clit, just – there.
Nancy's hips jerked and then she froze, clit pulsing against Kalinda's thumb. She came almost silently, but her nails bit into Kalinda's skin, gripping so hard she would probably have bruises in the morning.
When she slumped forward, gasping, her hair drifted over Kalinda's bare shoulders; Kalinda shivered, suddenly sensitive all over and aching. Nancy huffed a laugh against her neck. "Okay," she said, "okay," sliding down off Kalinda's lap to kneel in front of the couch.
Kalinda looked at her, torn for a moment between her pounding pulse and the need to get up and leave while she still had the upper hand. Then Nancy tugged at her waistband; Kalinda lifted her hips automatically and Nancy slid skirt and underwear off in one smooth motion, leaving Kalinda bare in front of her.
"Yeah," Nancy whispered, leaning forward. "Can I.." One hand darted under a cushion and pulled back; Kalinda looked down when a familiar buzzing started.
"You keep that under the couch?" she asked incredulously, looking at the small bullet vibe buzzing in Nancy's hand.
"Yeah?" Nancy said. "Always be prepared – I was a Girl Scout," she added. "I learned a lot of very valuable life lessons. And how to tie a lot of knots." She rolled the vibe over the thin skin at the crease of Kalinda's thigh. "So is this okay?"
"Yeah," Kalinda said, swallowing thickly.
"Goodie," Nancy said, leaning up to kiss her. She ran the vibe up across Kalinda's stomach and over her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness, and Kalinda bit her lip to stifle a moan.
"Don't," Kalinda said, "just," feeling the buzz of the vibe as though it was running through her bones. She slid a hand around the back of Nancy's head and pushed downwards and Nancy went, trailing the vibe after her. She kissed her way between Kalinda's thighs first, tongue lapping at her opening and circling her clit until she was wet and open. And then the vibe, barely on, barely there, slipping across skin too slick for there to be any friction.
Kalinda tightened her hand in Nancy's hair. "I need something," she started, and Nancy slid two fingers inside her smoothly, trapping her between twisting pressure and the buzzing, fluttering vibe. Kalinda's eyes closed against her will and she let her hips roll against Nancy's hands. She could be anywhere, now.
The vibe kicked up a notch unexpectedly and Kalinda felt everything inside her tighten until the tension finally broke in a wash of heat. "Ah!" she gasped, then swallowed whatever else she might have said as her eyes flew open.
Nancy dropped the vibe on the floor and stretched. "That was nice," she said happily.
"Yeah," Kalinda said, leaning forward for a kiss. Her hands trembled, and she tried to pretend it was just aftershocks rushing through her that kept her breath from coming evenly.
After a few minutes, Nancy got up and disappeared through another door. Kalinda washed her hands at the kitchen sink and started looking for her clothes. When Nancy came back, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe and wearing bunny slippers, Kalinda was already dressed. "Sorry I can't stay," she said insincerely, tugging her boots back on.
Nancy went straight to the closet and pulled out Kalinda's coat. "Oh no," she said simply, "that wouldn’t do anyway. What if someone saw you leave in the morning? People might talk!" She opened the door and kissed Kalinda on both cheeks. "And we wouldn’t want that, would we?" she added, wiggling her fingers in a wave goodbye as she shut the door after Kalinda.
Kalinda stood in the hall for a moment, staring at the door. The lock clicked into place and she started, turning away. As she walked, she smiled; the smile turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle a laugh. No she thought, we wouldn't want people to talk. Message received.
Nothing like a little mutual blackmail to keep a secret quiet.
