It is really frustrating to find myself so easily distracted during work hours. But for the last 2 weeks, it seems that every little thing can make my brain zone out from various interviews, paperwork and especially during the dreaded de-brief's with Ross.
I've never been the type of girl who spends her time daydreaming. My mother always said I was the most practical and dependable child out of the entire Eames' brood. Sure, as a child I would make-believe and play cops & robbers with my brothers and I certainly flirted with flights of fancy such as imagining that I was actually adopted and my real family was filthy rich and would buy me not just my own horse, but an entire horse farm.
Silly childhood fancies I could understand. But this? I should be paying attention to the arson suspect across the table, but I'm currently fascinated by the powerfully broad man beside me. Is that a new aftershave he's wearing? And that suit, my god. Talk about hugging a body in all the right places.
Perhaps I should back up and give you a little background. It might help you understand why my current state of mind has the 'aroused' button pressed down at all times. Approximately 14 days ago, my partner, Bobby Goren and I consummated our relationship.
More to the point – we made love. Then we fucked. Then we made love again. In every room in his apartment. Twice.
When I say the man is a genius, I'm not just talking about his brain. I'd like to think that he acquired his talents via books or perhaps he's just a natural. Unfortunately, I'm well aware of Bobby's reputation as a ladies' man. But I don't fault him for enjoying his past flings. I've certainly had mine and all I can say is that it has definitely allowed me to appreciate Bobby in so many ways.
And I'll tell you a little secret - I get a little turned on by the fact that Robert Goren, my big, strong, handsome partner finds me irresistible and sexier than any woman he's ever known. So, to all those ladies down in Records that still make mooneyes at him, I have one thing to say to:
You're assumptions about Detective Goren's stamina and prowess is spot-on. He's the most incredible lover and friend a woman could ever have. But most of all, I wanted to say – He's mine so keep your mitts to yourselves!
"Eames?"
She startles when Bobby's deep voice resounds in her ears.
"Yeah?" she answers as if she's been paying attention the whole time.
Bobby laughs and looks back at the suspect, "See Mr. Rivers, your alibi is so embarrassingly stale that my partner can't help but tune you out."
Whew, she thinks. You better get yourself together right quick girl before he figures out that you're thinking about the way his ass looks when he is— STOP AND FOCUS!
"Mr. Rivers," Alex says in her best don't-give-me-any-shit voice, "we can continue to play this little game of yours all day, but I have to warn you, my partner here," she hesitates, pointing to Bobby with her finger, "he's like a pit-bull and he'll just bark and bite until you give us the truth."
Alex restrains the urge to laugh when the suspect starts sweating. Profusely.
Sometimes, I really do love my job, she thinks.
Bobby large frame hovers and Alex can see Bobby's nose twitch, smelling the fear emanating off of Mr. Sweat Stains.
With a powerful slap of his hand on the metal table, Bobby digs into the suspect, bobbing and weaving, questioning and insinuating.
Suddenly Alex is transported to the previous evening. Bobby was unabashedly aroused all day yesterday and took every opportunity to brush his body against hers. He even went as far as pushing his erection into her ass when she bent down to retrieve her fallen keys outside of their favorite luncheonette. By the time she was ready to take him home and rub various parts of her body down his, he told her he had a phone session with his mother's oncologist.
Lonely and frustrated, Alex went home alone and peeled off her clothes thinking only of a long hot shower. When the water hit her naked form, washing and exfoliating weren't the only thing on her mind. The feathery touch of her hands on her breasts caused her nipples to spring up in attention, as if searching for the heated touch of Bobby's mouth and tongue.
Alex's fingers were busy circling her clit and building up to an orgasm when cold air slapped against her back. Turning in a flash, her eyes found Bobby's lascivious smile and breathtakingly beautiful bare body. With a powerful shove, Bobby presses her up against the slippery tile and forcefully lifts her legs and wraps them around his waist. Bobby's fingers dip into her satiny heat and whisper filthy things in her ear.
"You've been driving me crazy all day. All I could think about was getting inside your tight and incredibly hot pussy. You enjoyed teasing me today," he says, smiling slyly. "I should put you over my knee and smack that curvy little ass of yours until you beg me to make you come."
And later on in the bedroom, he did just that, she thinks, squirming slightly in her seat.
"You alright, Detective?"
Alex startles as Captain Ross' voice interrupts her reminiscing.
"Yeah, fine. Just thinking," she replies.
"That's the first time I've seen you so quiet in an interrogation," he says, looking a bit confused. "You really let Goren work his magic today."
Oh, you have no idea. I let him work it today, last night, the day before on the kitchen floor…
"Well, great work today. It will be a relief to get this case off my desk," he says before exiting the room.
Nice work, Eames. He must think you are a freakin' idiot. I couldn't even find the words to speak to Ross because I'm sitting in my own juices thinking about Bobby's large firm hand smacking my a-
"You want to get some dinner, Eames?" Bobby asks as he returns to the interrogation room.
"Uh yeah," she says huskily, trying desperately to keep a professional distance between their bodies.
As Alex sits down at a booth at their favorite pub she can't help but congratulate herself on not sexually molesting Bobby during their walk from 1PP to Kelly's Pub.
"What's up with you today?" Bobby asks, eyes perusing the menu.
"Nothing. I think I'm just tired," she replies. Want you so bad.
"You zoned on me today. That's a first in our partnership," he says, tilting his head curiously. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"You know what, Bobby, there is something," she says, closing her menu. "I want you to fu-
"What can I get you folks tonight?" the perky waitress asks.
How about your absence, Alice? I'm working on getting laid here. Where's the sisterhood?
"I'll have the roast beef, medium and she'll have…" Bobby says, looking over at Alex.
"Grilled Chicken with steamed vegetables," Alex replies sullenly.
"I'll be right back with your food," Ms. Perky says before her welcomed departure.
"What were you going to say, Alex?"
"I was going to say that I really, I mean really need you to fu-
"Bobby, where have you been hiding yourself?" a middle-aged man says, slapping a hand down onto Bobby's shoulder.
This is some kind of joke. I mean this is something out of a sitcom. What's a girl got to do to get her man alone for 5 minutes?
Sitting back with a polite smile on her face, Alex listens as the older gentlemen drones on and on about some mutual acquaintance of theirs. Blah, Blah, Blah.
When their food arrives, Mr. Blabbermouth actually has the manners to take his leave.
"Wow, I forgot how much that guy can talk," Bobby says, taking his first bite of roast beef. "I'm sorry we keep getting interrupted, babe. Is there something wrong with your food? You haven't eaten a-
"Fuck me," she says urgently.
Bobby pauses with a forkful of food halfway to his mouth, "What?"
"Bobby so help me god, if I don't get you inside me in the next 5 minutes I'm going to throw you down on this table and screw you, crowded restaurant or not."
She watches as Bobby's Adam's apple bobs erratically. Apparently, Bobby has lost the ability to hold his fork because the silverware clanks down and falls to the floor.
"Right now? You want us to…" he says in hushed voice, looking at her with widened disbelieving eyes.
"Meet me in the ladies room in 2 minutes. If you don't show up, I'll just take care of myself," she smirks, standing up and walking towards the bathrooms.
Putting a little extra swing in her hips, Alex looks back and finds Bobby openmouthed and slightly flushed.
That's right, Alex, girl, work what your momma gave you.
Upon entering the small but spotless ladies room, Alex stands in front of the mirror and finds her face flush with excitement. She can hardly recognize the woman staring back at her. The Alex she has always known would never suggest sex in a public place. Especially not a crowded pub that she frequents quite regularly.
This is insane. What the hell am I doing letting my libido take over my brain? Forget it, I'm just going to go back to the table and forget I had this moment of insanity. Bobby is probably sitting patiently waiting for his sensible Eames to return.
As she turns and walks to the door (and sanity), Alex is astonished to see Bobby's large frame enter.
Oh, Shit. He actually followed me.
Author's Note: Do you guys want to find out what happens next?