Author's Note: Here's another mushy/gushy/corny/whatever you want to call it Bobby and Angel oneshot. Partial lyrics (italicized words) come from J. Holiday's song "Bed." Here's the usual disclaimer: LO:CI and its characters belong to Dick Wolf and company; I'm just borrowing them for a little while. As always, thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and/or review my work. It's always appreciated. Any and all mistakes made are my own. Read and enjoy. :o)
Friday, August 1
Bobby's Apartment, 11:59 p.m.
It was Angel's scent that filled Bobby's nostrils when he walked into his dimly lit apartment; the only source of light in the entire place shone from under the stove hood. He smiled to himself as he placed his binder on the counter and inhaled her scent deeply again. The scent he smelled? Lavender. He loved how the light floral fragrance smelled against Angel's bare skin after she emerged from the shower and how much it enhanced her sense of inner peace and sexuality. He was getting turned on just thinking about her. "Down, boy," he said to himself.
Bobby inhaled deeply as he walked passed the bathroom to his bedroom; the scent of lavender spilling out into the hallway. He stopped and stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. The radio was playing low, tuned to the local R&B station. Another smile crossed his face as he watched his sleeping Angel. She was curled up on her side at the foot of the bed with her head on a pillow. She was wrapped up in a light blue medium thick terry cloth bathrobe that was a size too big and dragged the floor when she walked ("I don't care that it's too big. It's comfy and warm," Angel had told Bobby the first time he laid eyes on this robe.)
Bobby shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie as he walked further into the room. The nightlight that was plugged into the socket near the dresser automatically came on when he turned off the light. He tossed the jacket and tie on a chair and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He stood at the foot of the bed and lightly stroked her hair, moving it away from her face. He let out a soft chuckle as Angel briefly scrunched her face into a slight frown.
Bobby kicked off his shoes and laid down on the bed behind Angel. She stirred a little as he put his arms around her. "Hey, Handsome," she said sleepily. "Welcome home." "Hey, Beautiful. Same to you. Go back to sleep," he said softly. Angel barely nodded before she fell asleep again. Bobby knew she had to be worn out from her business trip to California. He wrapped his arms around her a little more tighter, pulling her closer to him.
"Bed" by J. Holiday was playing on the radio. Bobby started to hum softly along with the song.
I'm staring' at you while you're sleep
Irreplaceable beauty
Put my face up in your neck and breathe (Ooh, breathe)
Take you into my senses
Bobby did just that as he nuzzled his face in Angel's neck and inhaled deeply. The scent of lavender, the smell of an earthbound Angel, filled him with a sense of peace, love and happiness. A smell that would always remind him of Angel whether she was in the same room with him or across the country. "This is what Heaven must smell like," he thought as he drifted off to sleep.