A/N: Just a little bit of smut to tide us over. Funny how a little goes a long way.
There is no such thing, as far as I know as The New York City Guild of Women Professionals but if there were, I believe Alex would deserve to win one of the awards.
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Chapter 2: Don Juan and other classics
That night, they were staying at Alex's house in Rockaway. Alex was busy typing on her laptop, while Bobby was reclining on her sofa with his stocking feet propped up on a pillow writing with his blue pen on a pad of yellow paper. Her writing was going in fits and starts, his was one smooth, continuous effort.
"Ugh, I hate this!" Alex, slammed her hands down on the keyboard. Bobby ducked his head lower and continued to write. After a few minutes, he could again hear the sounds of her fingers typing.
"Alright, I think I'm done." Alex said, turning towards the couch, from her seat.
"Give me a few more minutes," Bobby's hand continued to scratch across the page.
"You don't have to write a book, you know." She came up behind him and draped an arm around his neck from behind.
He laid one large hand over his writing, not wanting her reading over his shoulder. "Might I remind you that you were the one typing. I'd be finished too, if that were the case."
Alex gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, "Not the way you type, Bobby."
"Go on, go make dinner. I made it the last three nights in a row, its your turn. Let me finish here." He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
"Fine, but the dining choices are limited, sire." She said sarcastically, giving him a mock curtsey from the doorway.
Fifteen minutes later, Bobby laid his pen down and turned his attention the smells coming from the kitchen.
Alex was stirring something in a pot on the stove. There was already something resembling sandwiches laying on two plates. "Good, you're just in time for dinner."
"What did you make?" He leaned over the top of her shoulder, staring dubiously into the pot.
" Chicken Noodle Soup and fried baloney sandwiches." She had turned to face him in order not to miss his expression.
A pained look passed over his features. "This is something you've made before?" He took the spoon from her and poked around in the pot.
"Are you kidding? I grew up on this stuff."
"You know Eames, you didn't really grow much." He teased her and ducked away from the swat she aimed at his backside.
"We agreed that you would, at least, taste the things I make before you pass judgment. Remember, you liked my tuna casserole." She had gone back to stirring the pot and it took her a few seconds to realize he hadn't agreed with her. "Hey, wait a minute, you said you liked it."
Bobby was standing better than arms length away from her with his hand over his mouth trying not to laugh. She made a threatening move toward him. "No, your right, it was good, better than I expected. But this, I don't know? I thought you didn't have to cook lunch meat. Isn't it already cooked?"
After they ate, Bobby started a fire and they both sat down on the couch with a glass of wine. He handed his note pad over to her and took the laptop and began reading the speech she had written. Alex was looking over his rendition of what he thought she should say.
"Bobby, this is amazing!" She began to read aloud from one of the passages he wrote. "I have chosen this career path not only because it is well suited to my talents but because I believe that everyday on the job makes a significant impact for every New York City citizen. I know, that if I were not there doing my job, the City would be a darker place." She looked up at him with a tear in her eye. "This is going in my keepsake box. Is this really how you see me?" He nodded and then began typing on her document. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"You've got some punctuation errors. I was fixing them."
"Bobby, it's a speech. No one is going to hear the punctuation."
"That's not technically true, a comma denotes a slight pause…."
She put a finger over his lips, each time she was surprised how soft they were and how even having them touch her finger caused a response in her. "What did you think of mine?"
"It was good but…," he hesitated, "but you were too humble. It comes off a bit boring." He looked at her apologetically.
"Well, I loved yours, but if I read that to them, I would sound like an egomaniac."
"Well, then there has to be someway to meet in the middle." He opened a new document. "You talk and I'll take dictation."
They worked like this for another hour and came up with something that Alex was satisfied with and that he felt did her justice. Bobby closed the laptop with a snap, spun around in his seat and laid his head in Alex's lap. She sipped the last of the wine, stared into the flames of the fireplace and sifted her fingers through his hair.
She thought about the man who's head rested against her thigh. Their romantic relationship was only a few months old but, in some ways, it had been ticking away since that first year together. Neither of them spoke of commitment. She had been married before and had always assumed she would do so again, but this felt different. Would she say yes if he asked her? Of course, in a heartbeat but their relationship felt bigger than what was implied by a pretty dress, a priest's vow and a handful of rice.
She let her fingers trail around to his ear and under his jaw line. Sometimes she felt she knew him better than she knew herself, other times he seemed as unfathomable as the deepest hole in the ocean. He was capable of the most profound empathy and had many times set himself as the champion of people who had no one else to fight for them, no one else who could imagine their pain. He had a brilliant mind that was uniquely adept at figuring out puzzles, especially the puzzle of the human heart.
So, why had it taken either of them so long to come to terms with their feelings for each other? Alex had wondered and agonized over how to deal with her growing attraction and attachment to her partner. She realized now that both of them had been dealing with their fears of rejection and loss from their respective pasts. Bobby, with the commitment issues of his father, and her, with her dread of getting involved with another cop, someone who could end up like Joe.
Bobby caught her hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed small feather-kisses into her palm, letting his bottom lip trail suggestively over the sensitive skin. He took his time, letting his fingers caress hers. She could feel his tongue lightly tracing first her heartline, then her lifeline and then around the base of her thumb. Alex put down her glass of wine and let her other hand slide into his hair. His teeth were softly nipping at her fingers. She shifted slightly in her seat as the familiar waves of arousal began to stir in her body. Was it possible to climax just from someone kissing your hand?
His mouth was now moving up along the inside of her wrist. The contrast of the tracings of his tongue along the veins there and the roughness of his cheek as he nuzzled her wrist against his face, was more tantalizing than she could have possibly imagined. He turned over on his side still holding her hand in his and explored up along those sensitive veins until his mouth reached the crook of her arm. Alex moaned and tried to pull away. She almost couldn't stand the twin sensations of ticklishness and erotic stimulation. She heard him chuckle softly to himself in triumph. He was completely aware of the effect he was having on her and had every intention of pressing his advantage.
Bobby was enjoying himself immensely. He could recall himself at the age of thirteen sitting in the library where his mother worked and how he had felt the first time he had run across the library copy of Don Juan. He sat hungrily devouring the descriptions he found there, desperately afraid that he would feel Frances Goren's hand on his shoulder at any moment. That book and a few others had given him a wealth of knowledge that had been missed by a great majority of other men. His mother had taught him that an education in the classics was never wasted and he fervently agreed.
He heard her moan and instinctively tighten his grip on her hand as she tried to pull away. He quickly came up to a sitting position still holding her hand tightly and pulled her over so she was laying across his lap, her head cradled against his right arm. He began the same process of kisses across her forehead and into her temple above her ear.
When he finally released her hand, Alex looped it up around his neck and strained to bring his lips to hers but he ignored her insistent movements and continued that long, slow assault on the delicate nerve endings of her temple. His hand was caressing her face from her ear and along her jaw line which was creating such an overwhelming sensation in her mouth that nothing would satisfy except his mouth on hers. "Oh, Bobby, please!" She scarcely recognized her own voice, it was already ragged with her need.
As soon as the words had left her lips, Bobby took her mouth quickly and plundered it with his tongue. She moaned and he felt her entire body rise in his arms to meet his kiss. The feel of her skin, the sounds of her cries and the pressure of her body laying across his was becoming increasingly unbearable for him, as well. He knew that, even now, she was ready for him but he had no intention of letting her off the hook just yet.
He used his left hand to again capture her right and then transferred his hold on that hand to his right, with her other arm pinned against his body, in this position she could only submit. He lightened their kiss, barely touching her lips with his own as his left hand moved down to the buttons of her blouse. Time stretched out to no end. He felt her buck her hips once to show her impatience at his languorous pace.
Could someone go insane from sexual frustration? Alex thought crazily. She could feel the wetness between her thighs along with an ache so deep it was almost impossible to bear. She marveled at the fact, that it truth, Bobby had barely touched her yet. Oh, but the places he had touched were on fire!
She tugged gently against his hold on her wrist. She wanted desperately to begin her own assault on his body. Alex knew a few tricks too and the thought of feeling him become aroused by those skills caused another groan to escape from deep in her throat.
When she had changed out of her work clothes, she had slipped into an old cotton blouse without her bra. Alex could barely stand knowing that once he had finally dispensed with her last button, that nothing else stood in his way.
When the last button came free, Bobby pulled his mouth away from her completely and took a moment to gaze down her body from on high. Her breasts were, beyond doubt, one of her most beautiful assets. Her tiny, delicate frame had attracted him almost from the moment he first laid eyes on her, but her breasts had become a special torment to him during her pregnancy when he had been forced to watch them bloom and fill from across their desks where he sat knowing he was not allowed to touch.
He let his fingers trail down the center of her breastbone and come to rest over her navel. She pulled at her restrained arm, harder this time. She was pulling her head forward trying to recapture his mouth. He wouldn't indulge her and she finally let her head fall back exposing her throat and raising her chest toward the ceiling. His fingers trailed back up to draw lazy circles around first one breast and then the other, coming close to her nipple but never close enough.
She felt like every nerve ending in her body was being exposed to the most exquisite torture. And still he moved so slowly. "Eventually, its going to be your turn, Goren and you are going to pay!" She said in her most fierce cop voice. In actuality, Alex had been amazed to find herself capable of stringing together a coherent sentence let alone a plausible threat. Her lover only laughed gently and brought his mouth to bear on hers once more.
Bobby drew her bottom lip into his mouth, laving it with his tongue then applied pressure with his teeth. He allowed his hand to descend heavily onto her right breast and again had the gratification of feeling her practically levitate in his arms. This is what true magic is. He felt like a master magician and this was his greatest enchantment.
The first time they had made love, her body had completely consumed his senses. He had felt as though there wasn't an inch of her skin he could be away from for long. He had gotten utterly lost in his explorations and only her desperate cries had brought him back into his own body and made him again aware of his own feverish need. To date, nothing had changed. Each time, he felt as though the landscape of her flesh was a delicious new territory to investigate and each time he learned subtle secrets about her wants and desires.
Alex twisted her body towards his. True, it left her arm bent back at an awkward angle but she was past caring about her own comfort. From this position, she could use her mouth to better advantage and hoped to persuade him to allow her to play too. She put forth all of her concentration on his mouth and heard the breath leave his body in response. He released her hand and she immediately brought it to his cheek. She had learned a few things about his desires, as well.
She had learned, the way to Bobby's heart was through the tiniest shows of affection, probably things he never had much of as child, holding his hand, caressing his face, cuddling with him as he slept. When she found these small treasures, he became completely undone, not in a sexual way, but within his soul and it was always visible in his face and in his eyes. Alex loved to watch the years slide off his face and frame at those times. He became a teenager again with all the same youth, vitality and sense of wonder. It was magical.
Of course there were also those places that brought him to attention physically the quickest and apart from the typical places, Alex was still enjoying finding them out. Their first time together, her tongue had found a small diamond shaped scar on the front of his chest, just under his collar bone. She had looked into his eyes to ask the obvious question and had been surprised to see the fear that was lurking there. Whether he hadn't wanted to tell her what had happened or just hadn't wanted to relive the experience, she had let the question die unasked and had only lowered her face back down to the spot to try to bathe and swab the memory of the scar away. Regardless of what the memory might have been, her efforts had reduced him to a guttural groan that she could hardly believe came forth from the Robert Goren she knew. He had raised up on his knees, on the bed, naked before her eyes. He had pulled her up to her knees as well, tangled his hands into her hair and pummeled her mouth with his own until her lips were red and raw. He then had held her head cradled against his chest with her lips level with the scar, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought some unresolved emotion.
He had released her hand now and reveled in the feel of her hungry mouth but it almost paled next to the captivating sensation of her small hand stroking lovingly over his cheek. Her cool finger tips tracing the contours of his jaw and cheekbone, the back of her hand testing the grit of the stubble she found there. It inexplicably drove him wild. He was just about to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, hell maybe only as far as the wall, when Alex bounced up out of his lap. His eyes flew open to find her slipping out of her cotton blouse. She smiled down at him, gesturing with one finger for him to follow her.
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Ps: I don't know what the scar is from but I would have loved to have found it the way Alex did!