Oh, wow, my first M oneshot for CI! Yay! My buddy Confused and I were talking about porn (Oh, Sex And The City, how it inspires) and this just came about. The title was borrowed from the Avenue Q song, The Internet Is For Porn, and I just had to use it. It was so funny! I hope everyone enjoys it!
Disclaimer: So not mine!
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Sometimes Robert Goren hated his job. He sighed heavily as he came into his home and kicked his shoes off, then tossed his binder onto the counter. Not bothering to turn a light on, he pulled out his gun and cuffs and set them on top of his binder.
A soft noise caught his attention. He smiled. He had insisted on his wife going home early and finishing the paperwork for both of them. She worked so hard, and he loved being able to do that for her once in a while.
After hanging up his jacket, he went into the hallway, and the noise got louder. Finally he reached the door, and he eased it open.
The room was dark, except for a light coming from the TV, and Bobby's mouth fell open.
Alex was propped up against several pillows, her legs spread open and her mouth open as she teased herself.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the doorknob.
She didn't notice his arrival. Her eyes were shut and her cheeks were flushed as she twisted on the damp sheets.
He swallowed hard as his pants suddenly became incredibly tight.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and he crossed the floor silently, then sat on the bed.
When the bed dipped, Alex's eyes shot open, and she smiled at her husband. "I'm glad you're home..." Her voice was low and husky.
He gently grabbed her hand and pulled it away, then unbuttoned his pants and yanked them off. Smiling, he turned and rested his hands on either side of her. Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly. "Did you miss me that much?" he half teased.
She nodded, hooking a leg around his waist.
He rested his forehead against his, and she inhaled deeply as he slowly pushed into her and-
The alarm clock went off, interrupting her amazing dream, and she growled in frustration. Pissed, she grabbed the alarm clock and gave it a rough yank, then threw it against the wall. It landed against the wall with a satisfying thud, and she fell back against the pillows with a frustrated groan.
Bobby rolled over in the bed and nuzzled her neck, then pulled her into his arms. "That's the third alarm clock this month," he reminded her gently, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
She snorted. "It pisses me off."
He laughed softly, running his large hand over her swollen belly. She pushed his hand away. "Come on, Bobby... I had that dream again."
He smoothed back her hair. "I'm sorry, baby."
She closed her eyes and sighed. "It's not your fault, Bobby."
"I know, but you can't be comfortable."
"Of course I'm not. I'm due in three days."
He grinned. "I know. I can't wait."
She finally relaxed and smiled. "Me, either." She reached out and rubbed his arm.
He kissed her head and snuggled into her, absently rubbing her belly.
She closed her eyes. Her body was still tingling, and she inwardly groaned. Only six weeks to go...
Damn.
The End!
A/N: Well, there ya go. I hope everyone enjoyed this. Thanks for reading.