Exist by Shadow
AN: This chapter is rated T for sexual content. The second and third chapters are rated M, and the rest of the story is rated MA for graphic sex.
1: Why I Love You
Their first kiss had been nothing short of electric. Teasing, playing, competing, and communicating. They'd both been surprised at how easily they cooperated to create a perfect kiss, though in retrospect, both would admit that they really should have figured as much all along. Once the 'I love you's had come tumbling out, their bodies flowed together as cohesively as their minds and their hearts always had.
As had been predicted (and bet on) many times around 1 PP, it had been sharing a hotel room that had done them in. She'd emerged from the shower wearing endearingly practical but still very sexy night clothes, pink satin shorts with a matching backless tank. She'd tossed her robe carelessly over her arm, sending poor Bobby the clear message, "I don't need to be dressed in front of you, do I?" Well, if she wanted a way to kill him without leaving any evidence of a crime, she'd certainly found a possibility. Bobby sat on the edge of his bed trying (and failing) not to stare. Hadn't it been cruel enough to leave her birth control carelessly on the bedside table? They'd been staring up at him, daring him to question the reality that she was, in fact, a single, beautiful and sexually active woman. No, that wasn't enough. She'd had to make sure he could see every curve, every inch of decent skin on her body, and thus expose him to the harsh truth that, like all men, he was in his heart of hearts, a pig.
My coworker. My friend. My coworker and friend who doesn't even think about what she's wearing for the night because she knows she can trust me. And I'm sitting here having R rated thoughts at the sight of her. No, scratch that: NC-17 rated thoughts it is.
But as it had always been with Bobby and Alex, it hadn't been the fact that they were both desirable or both convenient that brought them together that night. Like all things between them, it was their friendship that had been the clincher. Talking first, then touching.
Alex stroked his cheek when they separated from that first intoxicating kiss. "I've been in love with you for so long. I absolutely adore you, Bobby. She tasted him again, knowing she would never get enough of his flavor: mixed parts coffee, oranges and pure, unadulterated, oh so sexy Robert Goren.
But this time he eased her away. She looked at him, confused and a little hurt. She had been pretty damn sure he'd been enjoying himself, and now he looked perplexed and worried. "Why?" he whispered.
Her brow furrowed. "What kind of a question is that?"
"What do you see in me? I'm older than you, and I'm sagging. My life is a wreck. I'm really too old to give you kids." He looked at her mournfully before finishing in a subdued voice. "I'm broken."
"Bobby," she said quietly, holding up his chin. "Don't you talk like that about the man I love." She kissed him again, very gently this time. "You're beautiful," she whispered with the intent to discredit any flaw he could find in himself. She kissed his hair. "I don't see you as older. 'Smatter of fact, I think you're pretty hot," she said earnestly, looking at him appraisingly as if she'd never seen him before. "Your eyes. They say so much without a single word. Your smile always makes my heart beat faster. Your adorable button nose, which by the way-" She paused here to press her lips against it. "I have always wanted to kiss." He smiled a little at the admission. Her right hand traveled down to rest on his chest, absently stroking his nipple through the fabric while he groaned. Down to his stomach where she traced lazy circles teasing at the line of his jeans. "And don't get me started on your body or I'll never shut up.
"Your life is complicated, yes, but you've come out a strong, kind, compassionate, smart man. Don't you understand that's why I'm so proud of you?" He looked at her with an sad expression and a sparkle of hope in his eyes. "And I don't need kids. I've got Nathan, I've got all my nieces and nephews. I'm not a cavewoman: I don't measure you as a man by how fertile you are. You're not broken at all. Do you hear me?"
He smiled, and she could see he believed her. "You make me feel whole. I love you, Alex."
She gave him a smile and reached for his lips again, her kiss becoming more demanding now; fiercer. She cried out into his mouth as his hands wandered to her bare arms, clutching her gently, doing his best to keep his hands from wandering somewhere that would make her angry. Somewhere he was aching to touch her. "I love you so much, Bobby," she whispered as her fingertips started to work their way up under his tee. And in a husky, voice, more like just a breath she finished the thought:
"Let me show you."
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