Thanks so much Cara Bara to help me with my little story.
Title: Moelleux au Chocolat for dessert
Flavour: Criminal Intent
Characters: Alexandra Eames/Robert Goren
Rating: M/NC-17
Prompt (naughty): blindfold
Prompt (nice): first kiss
Word Count: around 6100
Synopsis: The fight against the system to bring back Bobby to Major Case Squad committed into new feelings of old partners.
A/N:
Pre season 10.
I wrote down the first thought/image/flash/scenario I had as I heard about Vincent's coming back to Criminal Intent and combined it with the Valentine's Day Fanfic-a-thon of the LJ ci_fans_unite community.
Please read it like all the 2 to 5 first minutes of every CI episode before the opening credits, the sequences of murderer, victims and their relationship.
Moelleux au Chocolat. Try it. It's a sin but worth.
Disclaimer: I earn no money from this thing, nor do I profit in any other way from it. Involved persons are only borrowed and always go back to their owner.
Moelleux au Chocolat for dessert
The kiss…peck should be meant as good bye, but it was the beginning, the beginning of something new, something much better. She was surprised as he bent down and his soft lips met her sad face. They hugged like good friends, their two bodies close but not intimate. She rubbed his back and his arms. So strong, she thought in the moment. And then they fall out of the embrace. I'll see you around, I guess. Their partnership was over.
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She was even more surprised as he called only one week later. He wanted to meet for drinks and sharing news. At the bar he told her he was mad that she had rejected the promotion. Was he again tainting her career? No, she calmed him. What should she do without him at Major Case? Wait…for him, he told her with a twinkle in his eyes. He would fight for his job, for his membership in the NYPD and for their partnership. They couldn't fire him through his partner, his friend of ten years. He wouldn't let them win.
She liked his enthusiasm, his new power. She confessed to herself that she had missed his passion.
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The night at the bar around the corner became to a weekly installment in their lives. For him, she was the insider in the system he fought. For her, he went back to being the stable rock he had been. Throughout this period, she knew he was worth the wait and the strange looks of their colleagues.
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Over time, the surroundings for meetings changed from bars to restaurants. Their main talking points changed from the fight against the system to chats and laughs over everything else. They talked about all the things they never touched while their partnership on the job.
They spent more time together: she invited him to horror DVD nights at her home and he took her out to a Broadway show. 'Times Stand Still' grabbed their attentions similarly but also made them inexplicably sad. She suggested museum afternoons on rainy weekends and he picked her up with his Mustang for a jaunt Upstate.
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They escaped from a crazy vernissage in Brooklyn Heights and strolled along the water side. He took her hand in his and in the shine of the million Manhattan lights, he again bent down. He kissed her gently, passionate, tenderly, intimate with eyes shut.
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As he…they finally won, it was too late.
Now she sneaked through the empty aisles, in her shopping basket a bottle of red wine and the ingredients for a sinful chocolate dessert. They had to celebrate. She passed the drugstore section for the third time and her eyes were magically attracted to the protection shelf.
As she scanned the items at the self service checkout, she added $5.59 for a box of condoms. Her heart pounded like hell in her chest as she stowed the items.
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At the same time he was cooking for them. He was a good cook who enjoyed spending long hours in his homelike kitchen, experimenting. He made her dinner and lunch a few times, but would he get to serve her breakfast tomorrow morning, after…? Nervousness made his hands shake, resulting in mistakes with his usual cooking. He had to prepare the pasta twice because he over-salted it the first time.
He used the last hour until her arrival to take a quick shower and a final shave. He rushed for the third time through his apartment to check if everything was clean. He wanted her to feel comfortable. As a last step he moved the table and chairs and decorated his kitchen to surprise her.
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Back at her place, she dressed up after a relaxing bubble bath. No perfume, since her shampoo and body lotion would tickle his nose enough. The dark grey tweed miniskirt and the sexy white blouse were completed by knee high leather boots. To fight against the autumn cold outside, she would wrap a long and big grey pashmina shawl around her body. The usual three & one earring combination were supported by a long necklace with a pendant showing their two badge numbers which disappeared in her cleavage. Would he start a little hunt for where the necklace ended? He had been curious all these years.
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She stood in front of his apartment door, in one hand the wine bottle in the other the dessert. If she had a free hand, she would nervously maltreat her juicy lips. She could only wait for him to open the door.
"Alex…welcome," he said, placing a kiss on her cheek, while taking her small presents. He had shifted from calling her "Eames" to "Alex" over the last half year. For two months he had used her first name more than the professional "Eames". It still sounded strange to her ears, but she liked it and would soon get used to it.
Curiously he waited that she unwrapped her shawl and handed it over, so he could hang the smooth wool inside his closet. As he turned back to her, his eyes wandered slowly all over her body. He smiled as he caught familiar parts and his pupils widened slightly at new finds.
He noticed she had fixed her hair in a loosen chignon. It was beautiful how a few strands curled around her neck and ears. So naughty how her blouse had one more button undone than usual, he appreciated. Nevertheless, he couldn't catch the end of the necklace. Moving his eyes lower, Bobby noticed the dark leather hugging her strong calves and the curve of the tweed over her perfectly-shaped butt.
"Come inside the living room," he said, guiding her away from the closed kitchen.
"Okay, Bobby." Alex noticed that he took her away from the room vis-à-vis the front door. Bobby never closed that door. But she didn't keep her thoughts on this for long. The sight of his firm butt in the fitted jeans and his broad shoulders in the baby blue buttoned shirt stole away all other thought.
They sat down the couch and Bobby opened the bottle to let the wine breathe.
"Hungry?" he asked, and passing her the juice cocktail he had prepared with cream and fresh fruits.
"Yes," Alex answered, sipping at her drink. "Mhm, this is delicious. Dinner smells phenomenal."
"Thank you. I hope it will taste as good as it smells." Bobby moved a hand into his pocket.
"I hope so, too," she giggled.
"Do you trust me, Eames?" Bobby pulling out a silky blindfold.
"Of course." Alex answered, meaning it. Even so, she got a little nervous, fixing the smooth bandage.
"I want to surprise you with the meal. Can I cover your eyes before I guide you to the kitchen?"
Alex nodded and stood up hesitantly. She knew she could trust her friend, but… Bobby stepped behind her, very carefully covering her eyes. Before he moved her from the spot, Bobby enjoyed their physical closeness for a little while.
As he turned her, he discovered that a small bit of cream was left on Alex's upper lip. The sweet spot prevented him from guiding her into the kitchen. Slowly he ran his middle finger over the soft curves of her lips, getting a small kiss on his fingertip. Bobby felt like a planet in relation to the sun. Alex's gravity held him, preventing escape. Not that he wanted to if he could. He was compelled to bend down toward her beautiful face and taste the cocktail off her lips.
"Oh Bobby," Alex moaned as his tongue licked shyly over her mouth. "…needing you…" was the response Alex could hear, and she thought the same. Feeling his lips and tongue like this made her knees weak. She grabbed tightly onto him to keep herself upright. The sensation of kissing Bobby was so new and intense, needing more exploration.
Bobby noticed Alex's trembling legs. He moved his arms around her petite frame to give her stability without breaking the kiss. It felt too good how their tongues played slowly with each other. If he didn't need to breathe again, Bobby would have never stopped kissing Alex. But after a last quick completion kiss - no one said that they couldn't continue later on - he took her hand in his and guided her into the kitchen. Bobby placed Alex at the entrance of the room and slowly withdrew the blindfold.
"Oh my…" Alex had to blink a few times before taking in the whole ambience Bobby had created.
He had moved the table from the wall and had placed it in the middle of the room, a white tablecloth over it. He had set the table with his best dishes, which were once his mother's nuptial tableware. On Alex's plate lay a single dark purple aurum lily. There were filigree crystal glasses and polished flatware which reflected the jittering candle light. The meal was presented on the small rolling higher table and the entire kitchen was set in a soft light. With these changes, it seemed Bobby and Alex were no longer in his kitchen. They now stood in the middle of an intimate and exclusive restaurant.
"Unbelievable," Alex said genuinely astonished. She still held Bobby's hand.
"May I guide you to our table, Madam?"
"Yes please!" she breathed.
"I booked the best seats in the whole house," Bobby whispered in Alex's ear, as he pulled out the chair for her and draped the linen napkin in her lap. She giggled and rested her head against his chest.
"You're crazy, Bobby – but phenomenal." Alex beamed and inhaled the sweet scent of the blossom. Before Bobby could serve the first course, Alex enticed him closer to her mouth for more deep and long kisses.
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"Where do you want to eat the dessert?" Bobby asked, and reaching for Alex's waist. She slid the small dishes with the moelleux au chocolat into the oven and set the cooking timer on twelve minutes.
"Let's snuggle on your big couch with music," she answered. Pushing him back on his seat, she continued, "And feed each other." Alex straddled Bobby's long legs and lowered herself slowly down into his lap. Her skirt moved dangerously higher but stopped before bare skin could flash. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer. "What do you think?" she whispered in his ear, creating a warm, fuzzy mélange in Bobby's belly.
"Sounds great," he coughed, keeping his trembling in check. Bobby slipped a finger under Alex's necklace, moved it along her smooth throat and pulled the pendant from her neckline. "I was curious the whole night." He saw that the silver pieces reading 4376 and 5798 were crossed to share the seven. "Oh…Alex!" he whispered, understanding the significance.
She smiled shyly and blushed. "I…I had it made after our break, to…to remember."
"Interwoven like our partnership. It's beautiful." They shared a long look into each other's eyes, savoring the moment. Then Alex shifted to snuggle her body against Bobby's. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, to slowly nip at the soft flesh.
"Mhm," he purred in response, and his hands moving up and down Alex's spine. Once again her legs started to quiver, causing her skirt to move even higher. Black lace was flashing at her right leg and Bobby's eyes grew wide at the sight.
"Are you wearing?"
"Shhhh, you'll find out later." Alex interrupted him with curling lips as their mouths met again. Bobby could hardly believe his luck. You'll find out later. Alex wanted to stay and he was allowed to study her body and wrapping more intensely. Under quiet moans, Bobby's lips nibbled carefully at Alex's, begging for entrance. But before their tongues could stroke sensually against each other, the sound of the oven timer broke their focus. Bobby found he was disappointed twice. He didn't want to stop kissing his friend and his fingers had nearly reached the lace along Alex's black tights-covered legs.