“Melting the Ice”
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Ship: Will and Francie
Rating: NC-17 for smut.
Summary: “What would you do if you thought of me in that way?”
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Alias. It is the property of JJ Abrams and anyone else who gets a check from the show.
Archive: Cover Me, Omega-17, aliasfanfiction list. Anyone else please ask
Classification: PWP, Smut, and AU.  Restaurant sex.
A/N: Thanks to Robin, and Celli for the beta. Thanks to Celli for the title suggestion, and to Thorne for not letting the PWP out of my head. Heh.

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“What time did the A/C guy say he’d be here?”  Francie was sitting on the counter as Will walked over and leaned on the counter next to her.

She handed him a glass of water and looked at her watch. “He said between two and four, but that really means five.”

“It’s hot,” Will mumbled, sucking on an ice cube.  Francie blushed as she imagined that ice cube going up her thigh.  She’d been doing that a lot lately. Watching Will. Noticing little idiosyncrasies. Wondering about him. Fantasizing.

“Francie, I’m sorry,” he said as some water from the ice cube landed on her thigh.

“Don’t mention it,” she said as he softly rubbed the water off of her thigh.  She watched as he traced circles as he wiped it.

“Will?” she whispered, trying not to show how much his actions were turning her on.

“Hmm?” he said. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to what she was saying. He was fixated on her leg.  Francie’s palm was sweating. She wiped it off on her shorts and reached over to lift his face towards hers.  “Hi.”

“Hi,” he responded with a small smile.

The husky sound of his voice sent another heat wave through her body. “You okay?”
 
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine.  J-Just—“ he stuttered. A blush came over his face

“Just what?”

He took a deep breath and started, “You ever wonder about—“ He stopped again and just looked at her.

The air was even hotter than before. It was getting hard to breathe. “About what, Will?”

“About how it would be between me and you?”

Francie fought back the blush that was threatening to show on her face. “Me and you?” was all she managed to squeak out. “What are you talking about, Will?”

He gave her a look that should have melted the polish off her toes. “Have you ever thought about how it—sex would be with me and you?”

“More times than you can imagine, Will Tippin,” she thought to herself, but she continued to play ignorant. She was too scared to do anything else. The dreams she had been having lately had been hot and way too personal to share with the man staring in them.

“Will, we’re just friends,” she said, winking at him. Somehow she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “Have you ever thought about me in that way?”

She almost choked on her own glass of water as he took another ice cube in his mouth and answered very quietly, “Maybe.”

“Who knew that an ice cube could be so seductive,” she thought to herself again as she watched him.

“Well, if you thought of me in that way,” she said, sitting straighter on the metal counter. “What would you do?”

He looked down at his glass for a long time. Finally, he looked over at her, and she felt her mouth go dry.  She’d been expecting him to joke it away, to laugh about it like he usually did with stuff that bothered him.  “First, I'd take this ice cube," he said as he took it out of his mouth. "And run it up your thigh." 

She fought hard not to show any reaction as he did what he said he'd do.  She knew that she should stop before it could get out of hand, before they both took chances that might cost them their friendship. It was only momentary lust. Wasn’t it?  "Then what?" she asked instead of saying stop. His long finger played with the water on her thigh. Cold water. Hot fingers.

"Then I'd ask you if I could touch you," he said, taking the glass of water out of her hand.

“You're already touching me, Will," she said with a slight smile on her face, and nodded towards his hand that was placed on her thigh.

"Not the way I'd like, if I thought of you in that way." He was teasing her, leaving her an opening to stop before it got out of hand.  "So, Francie, can I touch you?" he asked as he stepped between her legs.

She looked at him with her mouth hanging open, unsure. All she could say was, "Yes."

She shivered as he slid his soft hands up her thighs. “Cold?” he asked, his warm voice dancing in her ear.

“Not at all, Will,” she answered, allowing him to pull her closer.  “Then what would you do?”

“I’d probably kiss you,” he murmured. 

“Oh,” she said. She wondered if he kissed as well as he had in her imagination.

“Just ‘oh’?“ Will said, a sly smile playing on his face.

She met his smile with one of her own. “Yeah, just ‘oh’."

“Oh,” he said as he ran his fingers down the small of her back.  “So, you’re telling me that you don’t want me to kiss you?”

“Like you told me earlier when I asked you if you thought that way about me; maybe I want you to kiss me, and maybe I don’t. After all, Will, you said that you might think of me in that way.” Francie bit her lip as she looked at him. It had been awhile since she’d flirted with anyone, much less her one of her best friends.

 “So, you’re going to throw my words back at me?” he said with an amused chuckle. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Francie relaxed as Will laughed. “You’d be surprised at what I could do,” she told him.

“Would I?” he asked as he traced her lips with his fingers. 

She took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it gently.  “I think you might,” she replied, looking up at him.

Smiling, Will took her face in his hands and kissed her.  Francie fought back the low groan that was threatening to come out as his tongue explored her mouth.  Real-life Will was a much better kisser than the one that had been invading her thoughts over the past few months.

She placed her hand behind his head and started to kiss him harder in response.  Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pulled him closer to her, eager to find out if the rest of her fantasy was indeed better in reality.

She took pleasure in hearing Will moan as she licked his neck and started to unbutton his shirt.  She ran her fingers across his belly and smiled when she felt his stomach twitch.  Feeling him growing hard, her hands quickly went to his pants, anxious to find out if her curiosity about a certain part of his anatomy was warranted.

“Francie, wait,” he said breathlessly. “You aren’t ready.”

She looked up at him with a frown.  “What are you talking about? Not ready?” She shifted her weight. “I’m about as ready as—“

He put her fingers to his lips and smiled mischievously. “No, you aren’t. Close your eyes.”

“Will, wait—“

“Close your eyes, Francie,” he said, kissing her ear. “Please.”

Unable to argue anymore, she closed her eyes. She sighed as he kissed her neck and massaged her breasts.  She jumped as he gripped her hips and pulled her closer to him. 

“Will, what are you doing?” she asked with a smile on her face, her eyes still closed. She giggled as she felt him his tongue slide around the edge of her cropped shirt at her belly button.

“What am I doing?” he mumbled as he used his teeth to unbutton her shorts. “Give me a few more minutes, and I’ll show you what I have planned.  If you ask me again, I’ll know that I’m doing something wrong.”

She let him gently lift her hips as he took off her shorts, and the cool surface of the counter made her shiver.  She nearly jumped out of her skin as his warm tongue caressed her inner lips.  “He definitely knows what he’s doing,” she thought to herself.    She grabbed his hair, and moaned as his tongue explored her. Her legs tightened around him, and she felt herself coming to climax already. She willed her body to hold off—she wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. 

“Mmm,” she moaned biting her lip. She writhed from her position as his tongue flicked her clit. Letting him spread her legs further apart, she started to relax on the counter. She almost cried as he used his fingers to get more of a reaction from her.

Her body tensed, and she knew that she was getting close.  “It’s okay, Francie,” she heard him say. “Just let go. I’m not done with you yet.”  And she did.

As he stood up, she opened her eyes.  “Now,” he said, tracing her lips again. “I think you’re ready.”

“I think you’re right. And I think you are too,” she said as she started to undo his pants. She smiled inwardly as her curiosity about his anatomy was answered.

“What?” he asked as he undid the front of her shirt. “You’re smiling like a Cheshire cat.”

“Nothing at all,” she replied, trying to look innocent.

“Somehow, I don’t believe that,” he said with a smile, his hands pulling her waist towards him again.  He kissed her neck, and slid into her.

She shut her eyes tightly as Will slowly entered her. “Will,” she whispered as he started to move deeper inside of her. Gripping the edge of the counter, she opened herself more to him, and smiled when he took the hint.  “Are you sure?” he asked, as he kissed her deeply. 

“I am,” she answered, and threw her head back as he pushed himself all the way in.  Her hand flew behind her to brace herself.  Their moans filled the air.  “This was much better than my fantasies,” she decided as he sucked and bit her nipple. She responded by squeezing her thighs tighter, and causing him to gasp.

Arching her back, she urged him to join her. “No,” he moaned against her neck, slamming into her again. “Not yet.” 

She whimpered as he rolled his hips, bringing her closer to the second orgasm, and then stopping when he felt her body tense.  “You’re enjoying this? Torturing me?” she managed to get out between gasps. She got her answer when he pushed his way deeper into her causing her to moan louder in pleasure. 

She arched her back again, this time unable to control herself. “Will,” she moaned, grinding her pelvis into him. She gripped his back as he brought her to her second orgasm. He picked up speed and then suddenly stopped and groaned as he joined her. She could feel him inside of her as her muscles contracted around him. Suddenly, her body suddenly relaxed, and she noticed that her heavy breathing matched his.  “That was—“ she started, taking in a big gulp of air.

“Fantastic,” he finished as he helped her sit up. “We definitely should--should do that again,” he said. “I’d like to show you what else I’ve been thinking about when it comes to you.”

“I can’t wait,” she replied, smiling broadly. She shifted her weight on the counter, and pulled him back towards her. “But I think we have time for another ‘talk.’ What do you say?” she asked, licking her lips.

As he was started to answer, she held her hand up. “Did you hear something?”

He shook his head no.

She frowned, straining to hear that sound again. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a male voice call out, “Ms. Calfo? Are you here? It’s Allan from DeAngeles Heating and Cooling.”

“Shit,” she said urgently as she looked at a half naked Will, and then looked down at her exposed breasts. “If he sees us in here, he’ll think I’m running a brothel.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Will said, handing her the black bra that he’d taken off with his teeth. “You just get dressed, and we’ll finish that ‘talk’ tonight back at your place. If that’s okay?”

She looked up at him, as she slid her shorts on. “It’s more than okay, Will. Tonight, I think I want to be the one on top.”