Disclaimer:All of the characters are the property of Dick Wolf. I thank him, the writers, the directors and all the great actors who brought them "to life" for our benefit. Any "liberties" I have taken with them stems from my fond admiration (and a few personal quirks I will seek "help" for).
AN: This story is not set within the accepted "canon" for the characters as it is only officially portrayed by the TV series. So I get to "fool around" with them in ways in which they've never been seen, stretching that to the limit and suspending the "reality" that is "fiction" to start with…now there's a contradiction in terms!!!
(And yeah Goren I know the proper word for that is oxymoron…I also know something you haven't spotted yet and should really attend to before you step outside the house)
I'm weak-minded and easily suggestible…the responsibility for what follows rests with the people who gave me any encouragement whatsoever…
TONGUE FIRMLY IN CHEEK
Alex Eames gave a deep sigh as the tip of Bobby Goren's tongue emerged from between his lips.
Lapping once and then twice. Like a newly weaned puppy. Gently, as if unsure of the action, what it would find and whether it would be nice. Then twice more, only quicker this time with fast, darting movements.
Before, with a brief glance at her and with more of his tongue, he rather trailed it round and down. Like a warm, pink snake coiling itself sinuously around its prey. Burying the tip of his tongue as it circled, probed rather fiercely and then slid it back in his mouth with a soft sound of satisfaction.
Her breath caught in her throat as Bobby opened his mouth wide. Greedy, consuming and almost needy as his lips locked right over. A determined, relentless sucking motion and what sounded like a growl from somewhere deep in his chest.
The biggest part of his tongue out of his mouth. Soft and lacking tension as it ran slowly upwards. And then that hard tip again. Flicking, licking, exploring, tasting and stroking in a series of rapid movements. On the softest and most vulnerable spot.
Assaulting it with his tongue and making it yield to the warmth of his mouth. And then his teeth. Barely biting as he raked them once over his prize. Before his tongue brushed over wetly as if to smooth and soothe and apologise for that momentary hunger and impatience.
Eames moaned softly, as again Bobby looked her in the eyes. Teasing her, taunting her almost it seemed as his tongue just curled out for a second to the corner of his mouth. He was driving her crazy and finally she snapped.
"You are really enjoying watching me, watch you, eat that damned chocolate ice-cream cone aren't you Goren?"
Bobby shrugged unsympathetically. "Your choice to buy a dress a size too small for your cousin's wedding Eames. And then worry about losing the weight to fit in it"
AN: I say again…none of this was my fault…