Author's Note: This is going to be part one of a continuation that I am writing – I will have the companion piece up soon.
DISCLAIMER: I, quite obviously, do not own these characters, or else I wouldn't be posting my ideas here, now would I?
Alex Eames
I wonder what Bobby wanted. What made this date, out of the hundreds of dates that we had been on over the length of our career as partners, so special? I knew that it had to be something exciting. It had been a year and a half since we had finally admitted that we had something beyond the usual partnership, and decided to see where it would lead to.
I had been in love with him since the moment that I laid eyes on him. His demeanor, his attitude, the fact that I finally found someone who honestly needed me, everything. Of course, the outer package didn't hurt either. Six feet four inches of tall, built, suited perfection, topped with eyes that were honestly a window to his soul, and a head full of salt and pepper hair. Wow. I had always wondered what it would be like to hug him, and the first time that we went undercover as husband and wife, I had the chance. And believe me, I took it. He felt exactly like I thought he would – like a teddy bear, or a warm blanket. Like home.
Since Bobby had said that he would be by to pick me up at 7:30, I decided to get ready. I took his favorite dress out of the closet. Well, he hadn't seen me in it, but he had commented on it as we passed some woman wearing it. It was beautiful. A royal blue silk, it had a corset top (which pushed my boobs up like nothing else), and a swingy skirt that fell right to my knees. Since the lacings on the corset of my dress were sliver, I paired it with a silver clutch, and a pair of silver heels that laced up my calves. I felt beautiful, just because I knew that Bobby would think that I was.
A quick glance at the clock told me that it was only 5:30, which meant that I had time to pamper myself. I drew a nice scented bubble bath, and soaked in it for a half hour. Then I quickly loofah'd off, and washed my hair. I had been using a chocolate scented shampoo, but had quickly decided that it made me too hungry, so that was out. When I got out of the bathtub, I toweled off, and started in on my hair and makeup.
While I normally was very minimalist with my makeup, I went the whole hog tonight. Foundation, power, blue eyeliner, mascara, deep red lipstick. I even flat ironed my hair, and flipped the ends out. A dab of perfume (Shalimar Light), and I was ready to get dressed. It felt weird to be going out with Bobby when it wasn't related to a case. Sure, we had regular dates, but for the last couple of months, it had been work related only.
I pulled the dress over my head, stepped into my shoes, found my wrap, and then concentrated on what I should bring in my clutch. What do normal women take in their purses? I settled on my wallet, a lip gloss, a package of mints, a condom (hey, a girl could dream right?), and my badge. A small laugh escaped my mouth as I realized the last item that I had put in, but it was as much a part of me as my hair, my eyes, my Bobby.
Almost as if on cue, the doorbell rang. I felt my heart flutter in my chest, just like it did the first time that I saw him. Stop it Eames. You're freaking ridiculous. I chastised myself as I took one last glimpse in the mirror, making sure that I was perfect. I didn't understand why I had the compulsion to do this now – I never felt like this with anyone else. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I opened the door. And there he was.
"Wow. You look wonderful." Bobby said, as he handed me a bouquet of cream and pink roses as I reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. I was surprised that he knew they were my favorite, but then I remembered that this was no ordinary man I was dealing with – I was loved by Bobby Goren.