This is quite literally two years old-before I figured out how to work I wrote this under a different name on Amorous Intent (FFF75; I wonder if I can still access that?) so…Yeah…Enjoy…I'm not reposting it. Inflicting this upon my group once is torture enough. It's really just a silly stupid fic…RUN NOW!

Rating:T

Summary: "Mr. I'm-Too-Sexy-For-My-Ice-Cream-Maker"

Robert Goren, the last gentleman on Earth, was screwing with Alex's mind. No, more accurately he was screwing Alex in Alex's mind.

Why it had to be 103 degrees on there first day off in an eternity was beyond her. So, Bobby, sweet gentleman Bobby, had invited her over to make ice cream, and she had accepted because today ice cream sounded really good. There was one problem. Bobby was making ice cream without a shirt.

Sure this was perfectly logical, but really! Did he think that there was nothing remotely sexual about it? So maybe it was true. Maybe logic did go down with intelligence. That would explain a lot. If that was true then she was a genius because she had worn pants, and if she didn't find something cold soon then she was going to melt. Ice cream sounded very good.

How much longer? She had finished cranking the ice thingy about...ummmm? Okay, so maybe watching Bobby turn the crank was better than watching the clock. She wondered if the ice cream was going to taste as yummy as Bobby's skin looked. God, was it ready yet?

"Hey, Alex." Hmm. Was Mister I'm-to-sexy-for-my-ice-cream-maker talking? Yep. "Can you get some bowls out of the cabinet, and the toppings are in the pantry." Bobby sat the ice cream maker down to study Alex. She looked kind of dazed. Maybe he should of worn a shirt. Wait! She was the one in the halter-top. Who was she to be dazed? She was sexy just lying on his couch. Looking into his kitchen he saw her putting two bowls on the counter. Lifting up the barrel thingy he walked into the kitchen and sat it on the counter. 'Do not look down her top' had officially become his new mantra.

"Bobby, is there any whipped cream?" That sounded awkward.

"Yeah. It's up here." Alex felt Bobby's body gently pressed up against her back and nearly fainted. There was now a new definition for heat exhaustion. He reached up, and as he grabbed the can of whipped cream he felt Alex's body relax. Maybe if he kissed her... Don't even go there. Yet.

"Bobby, found it yet, or are you having trouble because you're to short?"

"You have no right to talk about being short. And yes, here is your whipped cream." Alex lightly whacked his chest as she turned around.

"Just hand it over." Bobby held the can just out of her reach.

"Why should I?" Alex reached up for it, but couldn't reach. She sighed.

"Please?" Bobby smiled and chuckled.

"You'll have to jump for it."

"Uuurrgg!" As Ales jumped she lost her footing and fell forward. Bobby instinctively wrapped his arms around her, dropping the can. As they fell some how they ended up kissing, and neither of them denied trying not to kiss later on.

"BOOM!?!" Alex jumped, Bobby held on to her tighter. None of it protected them from the whipped cream. The can had exploded, covering them in whipped cream. Bobby glared playfully down at Alex.

"Thanks. Now how are we going to get this off? The water was shut down three hours ago?"

Oh," Alex grinned." I can think of quite a few ways to take care of that."

End

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