Title: A Blind Eye

Disclaimer: Laura's mine, Bobby belongs to Wolf, although I don't think he ever pictured him like this.

Laura shut her eyes and massaged the suds through her hair as the warm water beat a tattoo on her shoulders. Bobby still snored gently in her bed, and there was nothing to do today except enjoy a lazy summer Sunday. And things would be just perfect if the damn contact in her left eye would settle in. She didn't know if it was a eyelash, or a speck of dirt, or if the lens had a scratch or a split in it, but it was aggravating the hell out of her. She gently scrubbed at her closed lid, hoping to settle the offending lens and it popped out onto her cheek. She managed to trap it between her fingers before it washed away.

She stood in the shower, a head full of shampoo, fingers poised in front of her as she contemplated what to do with it. There was no sense trying to put it back in, she had shampoo streaming down her face and there was no way she could get the lens off her wet finger and onto her eyeball. It was a new lens, so she was reluctant to let it wash down the drain.

She could get out of the shower, dripping wet and put it back in the case, and then she'd have to climb back into the shower to finish up...and that just seemed inefficient, and she hated stepping out of the warmth of the shower into the chill of the bathroom. So, she did the only thing she could. She set it on the tip of her tongue and trapped it against her teeth. She went back to her hair, rinsing out the soap and then adding conditioner. The whole time she kept thinking to herself, 'Don't swallow it, don't swallow it..."

She had her back to the shower door, when it opened and Bobby stepped under the water. His strong arms encircled her waist pulling her back against his naked body.

"Good morning," he murmured into her ear as he kissed her neck. His hands slid over her body, caressing and exploring, as he nuzzled her neck.

"Huh uh," she answered. Oh god...what was she going to do now?

He paused, resting his chin on the top of her head. Something was up. She seemed rather unresponsive this morning. Normally they'd both be gasping for air by now. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly turned her to face him. "You feeling okay?"

"Huh uh," she nodded, and slapped a hand over her mouth. She peered at him through one eye. "Dun tiss me."

"Excuse me?" Bobby raised one eyebrow and observed her quizzically.

"I toss a contact tho I puh in my mow."

"You have a contact in your mouth." He stared at her, naked and dripping before him, one eye open and one eye closed, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch. "That's probably not the most hygienic place for it."

"No," she tried to wiggle an eyebrow at him, but ended up doing a weird blinking dance with her eyes. "But dat's where you wan to puh your ton."

"That was the plan," he chuckled. He cupped her chin in his hand, rubbing the line of her jaw with his thumb. "So, Madame Professor, what will you do now?"

The only move he made was to continue to rub his thumb along her jaw line. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest, it was so loud that she was sure he could hear it. He suddenly ducked his head and whispered in her ear.

"Made a decision yet?"

"Tuck!" She turned her head and spat the contact into space. "I don't need to see for this." She slid a hand behind his head and pulled his mouth to hers.

"Good choice," he murmured against her lips.

Author's Note: This actually happened to me...right up until Bobby stepped in...sigh.