Disclaimer:All of the characters are the property of Dick Wolf. I thank him, the writers, the directors and all the great actors who brought them "to life" for our benefit. Any "liberties" I have taken with them stems from my fond admiration (and a few personal quirks I will seek "help" for).

AN: This story is not set within the accepted "canon" for the characters as it is only officially portrayed by the TV series. So I get to "fool around" with them in ways in which they've never been seen, stretching those limits and suspending the "reality" that is "fiction" to start with…now there's a contradiction in terms!!!

(And yeah Goren I know the proper word for that is oxymoron…and by the way…the vacuum cleaner works better if you switch it on first)

I thought it was time Bobby gave Alex what she really wants…

SEDUCTION

The embers of the fire were starting to burn low with glow of red by the time Bobby suggested Alex should join him. Just a look told her he was ready but as he eased back the covers slowly, she saw something else in his face. A look of uncertainty, a shy coyness she hadn't seen too often working beside him all these months. Eames could always rely on his certainty, his conviction and now that was missing. Bobby was genuinely anxious and nervous and perhaps expecting her on this occasion to take charge of the situation as she crossed the room.

Trying not to make the situation worse for him she didn't let her eyes linger too much, but even that brief glimpse of what lay before her confirmed one thing was true. That the size of a guy's feet were indicative of other things about him.

"I…um…I hope this…will be okay for you Eames" he stammered slightly "Only it's been…it's been a while…um…since I…since I did this"

"I doubt you forgot how Bobby" she replied with one of those wisecracks this maybe wasn't a good time for. Then, adding more gently, as she leaned forward and reached out her hand "I'm sure it will be fine. Just perfect in fact"

Much, much later…

Eames slumped back with a final soft moan, suddenly aware maybe how much of that she'd done and now the one feeling kind of coy. Conscious of her first sudden gasp mixed with a purr of pleasure, all the way through her occasional breathlessness, her sounds of impatience for Bobby to give her more and that final growl of a woman totally satisfied at the end. Aware of the two trickles of sweat, one running into the cleft of her back and the other between her breasts. And that hot, pulsing inner glow right through her body Bobby had given her. Like no other and trust him for all that uncertainty and anxious hesitation to get something so right, so wonderful and to make it seem effortless on his part.

When she looked at him there was a totally different look on his face. The sort guys get when they know they hit the right spot for you, extremely effectively and more than once. The one it seemed even Bobby wasn't immune to. That faintly amused half smile and expression of slight smugness. That look that said the male ego was in tact. Thanks to a mixture of being naturally gifted and techniques learned along the way, in situations you'd never get to hear about and probably wouldn't want to.

Eames took a deep breath "Would you think me very wicked Bobby…if you could…if I wanted…"

"Sure" he shrugged those broad shoulders "Go ahead. I can wait"

Bobby reached out a large hand and slowly pushed the huge bowl of the jalapeno chilli stew and the last of his "secret recipe" barbecue ribs across the table.

AN: Did you really expect Bobby to serve up small portions?