Notes: To everyone who reviewed and begged and threatened...I decided to continue. :) Enjoy!
Alex studied her reflection one last time before throwing her hands up in resignation and flopping on the edge of the bed. She was going out to dinner – just dinner, but she was in a state of near panic over her attire. Bobby had said to dress casually, but she had no idea how casual he meant. Skirt and blouse casual or jeans and t-shirt casual?
She'd finally settled on a skirt and blouse – if for no other reason than she wore slacks every day and felt like a change, but she was starting to have second and third thoughts. Not just about her attire, but about the whole date-thing that Bobby had planned.
"Get a grip, Eames. He's just a man. You are the superior sex."
She was still telling herself this when the doorbell rang.
~x~
"So . . . here we are," Bobby said unneccessarily as he ushered Alex up the stairs of her apartment building.
They stopped just before the door, and she turned around so that they were facing. "Here we are," she agreed lightly.
When he didn't make any move to go she took a hesitant step forward. "Tonight was . . . I had a really good time."
"Me too," he answered, unconsciously moving closer.
He'd taken her to an open-air concert in the park; her enjoyment of the music had been enhanced only by the company she found herself in and a picnic dinner complete with champagne and strawberries. How he'd managed to have a soft blanket and a basket stocked with her favourite foods waiting for them without anybody stealing it was beyond her. She hadn't questioned him; besides, she didn't think that he would have told her even if she had asked. She'd simply accepted his efforts with a smile, and contented herself with good food, good conversation and good music. Later, after she'd eaten so much she didn't think she could ever move again, he'd pulled her to her feet and they'd danced away their lethargy under the gentle light of the stars.
Bobby swiped the back of his neck with his hand, stalling the inevitable. "I guess. . . I guess I'll be going then."
She nodded, waiting for him to turn around and walk back to his car so that she could wave him goodbye.
"Well. . .goodnight, Alex."
"Night, Bobby. Thanks again for the . . . well, for everything."
"You're welcome."
They stood staring at each other, neither making any move to leave. "I think this is the part where you leave," Alex finally quipped.
"And I think this is the part where you go inside," he retorted.
An easy laugh, and then an awkward silence.
Alex glanced at her watch. "It is getting late," she offered.
He said nothing, merely posed a question with his eyes and stepped closer when he saw her answer. It was over before it had really begun, but it was a kiss that was nonetheless offered and accepted and memorised by both before it had finished.
"Well, this is an interesting development," Bobby noted with a shy smile, still close enough to smell the shampoo of her hair.
"I'd say."
"So where do we go fr-"
"Do you want to come in for coffee?" she asked, breaking him off.
He just stood there with an idiotic grin on his face.
"What?" she asked, grinning in response.
"Nothing . . .just . . . an invitation to come inside. I guess I proved my point."
"Proved your . . ." and then her face closed and he found himself looking into the eyes of a cold stranger.
"Go to hell, Goren," she spat.
Alex studied her reflection one last time before throwing her hands up in resignation and flopping on the edge of the bed. She was going out to dinner – just dinner, but she was in a state of near panic over her attire. Bobby had said to dress casually, but she had no idea how casual he meant. Skirt and blouse casual or jeans and t-shirt casual?
She'd finally settled on a skirt and blouse – if for no other reason than she wore slacks every day and felt like a change, but she was starting to have second and third thoughts. Not just about her attire, but about the whole date-thing that Bobby had planned.
"Get a grip, Eames. He's just a man. You are the superior sex."
She was still telling herself this when the doorbell rang.
~x~
"So . . . here we are," Bobby said unneccessarily as he ushered Alex up the stairs of her apartment building.
They stopped just before the door, and she turned around so that they were facing. "Here we are," she agreed lightly.
When he didn't make any move to go she took a hesitant step forward. "Tonight was . . . I had a really good time."
"Me too," he answered, unconsciously moving closer.
He'd taken her to an open-air concert in the park; her enjoyment of the music had been enhanced only by the company she found herself in and a picnic dinner complete with champagne and strawberries. How he'd managed to have a soft blanket and a basket stocked with her favourite foods waiting for them without anybody stealing it was beyond her. She hadn't questioned him; besides, she didn't think that he would have told her even if she had asked. She'd simply accepted his efforts with a smile, and contented herself with good food, good conversation and good music. Later, after she'd eaten so much she didn't think she could ever move again, he'd pulled her to her feet and they'd danced away their lethargy under the gentle light of the stars.
Bobby swiped the back of his neck with his hand, stalling the inevitable. "I guess. . . I guess I'll be going then."
She nodded, waiting for him to turn around and walk back to his car so that she could wave him goodbye.
"Well. . .goodnight, Alex."
"Night, Bobby. Thanks again for the . . . well, for everything."
"You're welcome."
They stood staring at each other, neither making any move to leave. "I think this is the part where you leave," Alex finally quipped.
"And I think this is the part where you go inside," he retorted.
An easy laugh, and then an awkward silence.
Alex glanced at her watch. "It is getting late," she offered.
He said nothing, merely posed a question with his eyes and stepped closer when he saw her answer. It was over before it had really begun, but it was a kiss that was nonetheless offered and accepted and memorised by both before it had finished.
"Well, this is an interesting development," Bobby noted with a shy smile, still close enough to smell the shampoo of her hair.
"I'd say."
"So where do we go fr-"
"Do you want to come in for coffee?" she asked, breaking him off.
He just stood there with an idiotic grin on his face.
"What?" she asked, grinning in response.
"Nothing . . .just . . . an invitation to come inside. I guess I proved my point."
"Proved your . . ." and then her face closed and he found himself looking into the eyes of a cold stranger.
"Go to hell, Goren," she spat.