A/N 1: Eeeep, readers are in agony over this fic! All I'll say is, I'm glad you're confused, but actually all the hints are in the fic, if you know Canon and read carefully. Just keep in mind that I promised a happy ending, and unlike some authors, I don't play with my readers when it comes to happy endings, so a fic labelled B/A with a happy ending means both of them happy and together at the end. Yes, I'm familiar with aspects of what one might call 'vice', but that doesn't mean I'm using the term 'happy ending' in that way, lol. Chapter spoilers for: None.

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CHAPTER THREE: CALL ME

"…do you have a boyfriend, or a husband?"

"Yes, I do."

"Does he know – what you do?"

"Yes."

"And he's OK with it?"

"Actually, it turns him on."

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"Goren, Eames, in my office." It was Friday afternoon. Goren sighed and followed his tight-lipped partner into Ross's office.

"I need a Major Case detective to go to Pittsburgh to check out a cold case they're sitting on. Eames, you're up." He slapped a file onto the corner of his desk; Eames picked it up and thumbed through it, with Goren leaning over her shoulder.

"OK, Captain," she said, nodding thoughtfully. "I guess you're chasing the Simonson family alibis on your own, Goren," she said, turning to her partner.

"How long will this take, Captain?" Goren asked Ross with a frown.

"Four or five days. Eames, you leave Sunday night."

"Sure, Captain," Eames nodded, taking the itinerary Ross handed her.

"Uh…" Goren muttered…

"Good, so we're all set. Have a good weekend, you two," Ross said, and hustled them out of his office.

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"Bobby, I was going to go see my family tonight, and stay til Sunday," Alex said without preamble as they marched out of 1PP that evening. Her face was cool and closed, and Bobby wondered if she was hiding disappointment or relief.

"So will I get so see you at all before you go?"

"I hope so," she said, and Bobby found himself buoyed by the sincerity in her voice. "Maybe I could drop by your place on Sunday on my way in? Will you be around?"

Goren nodded, and they parted.

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"Do you have another fantasy for me?" Bobby whispered into the phone as he got comfortable on his sofa.

She laughed her little, soft, ironic laugh. "You're lucky you caught me tonight; I didn't think I'd be on."

"Well, whoever's loss is my gain; my girlfriend's out of town this week, and I really need this."

"You don't need an excuse to call me, Sweetie, every man deserves to be satisfied in just the way he likes." There was silence on the line as Bobby frowned. "You disagree, Robert?"

"I, uh – I think what some people need to be satisfied isn't – isn't right."

"Aah… well, that's what the phone is for, isn't it? You can have exactly what you want, with nothing you don't want, and nobody gets hurt. But I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, Robert. Are you ready?"

"Yes," he whispered, "And please – call me Bobby."

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Alex was tired and Bobby cranky when she showed up at his apartment on Sunday morning. "I don't have much time or energy, Bobby," she said plaintively as he led her wordlessly to the bedroom.

"You don't have to do anything, just enjoy," he whispered. As his hands and mouth marked the now-familiar pattern across her willing body, he wondered if denying himself was a form of atonement, for his single-minded need to pet her into submission, to coax pleasure and satisfaction from her body no matter what her mood, to revel in her simple, honest responses. It was the only way he would allow himself to exert power over her, and even that shamed him. The throbbing hardness that would have to wait til after they parted would be the penalty he paid.

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"I – I'll miss you, Bobby," Alex whispered in his ear. Her coat was over her arm and she was on her way home to grab her bag before heading to the airport.

"Me too," he said into the top of her head. He was holding her tight and he didn't want to let her go.

"Bobby," she said, pulling back and looking seriously up at him. " This is the first time we've been apart for so long since – we started seeing each other." Bobby nodded and looked quizzically at her. "I thought…" she touched his chest and spoke into his shirt pocket, "This might be a time for us to reflect on some of the things – things we haven't really talked about yet," she finished with a nervous swallow.

Bobby was filled with a mixture of anxiety and relief. This was exactly what he'd been hoping for. But what did Alex want to say? Surely nothing as serious as what he wanted to say to her. Did she realise this could be a turning point for them? "OK, sounds good," he said. "So you'll call me?"

"Count on it," she said, kissed him firmly but swiftly, and left.

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"So your – your stories that you use… are any of them – your own fantasies?"

"Mine? Yes, of course. Why?"

"Can I hear one?"

"Certainly." He could hear the smile in her voice, and it made him happy.

"Well… in my fantasy, I'd meet you at the door in the early evening, my apartment lit with candles and filled with flowers. I'd be wearing something sexy – is there anything particular you like?"

"Oh, I don't care – it's the package I'm interested in, not the wrapping."

"Humour me."

"Well… something, um – black lace. Short, but not – I mean, see-through, but not too…"

"A black lace babydoll, see-through but not too racy?"

"Yes, exactly. With matching panties. And bare feet."

She laughed. "Sounds like you know exactly what you like," she said.

"I can picture it," he whispered.

"Well, picture this," she said. "This is my fantasy, right?"

"Yes, whatever you want."

"Well what I want is to kiss you, but if I'm barefoot, you'll have to pick me up, because I'm really little."

"I can do that."

"Okay then, with my tongue down your throat, and my legs wrapped around your waist, you carry me into my bedroom."

Bobby groaned at the image and shifted his weight on the sofa. He was just lightly stroking the head of his penis with the tips of his fingers, glossing the copious pre-cum everywhere he touched.

"In my bedroom I have candles, flowers, champagne and massage oil. You put me down and I begin to undress you, kissing your mouth and every part of your body that I expose. When you're naked, you lie face down on the bed, and I pour oil all over you and begin to stroke your skin and knead your muscles. While I'm rubbing you down, I lean down to taste your skin, and nip and trail my tongue all over you. I dig my elbows into the tough knots, and your body gets relaxed and rosy. When I've worked you from shoulders to toes from the back, you flip over and I kiss you deeply, then I begin to massage your front. I start at your feet and work up, but I avoid the part I most want to touch – that's for later. I dig the heels of my hands into your shoulders, and I massage your long fingers, then I move up above your head and put your head at the top of my thighs, with your arms draped over my spread legs, so that I can work on your neck and your head."

Bobby groaned at the image of him surrounded by her, nestled between her thighs, with his throbbing erection waiting to pleasure her. "What about me? What am I doing?"

"Nothing."

"I don't think – no, I KNOW that I couldn't stop from touching you."

"Well you'd have to – it's my fantasy."

Bobby groaned again, and she laughed.

"Then, when I've massaged every muscle on your body but one…"

"Three, actually," he said without thinking.

"Okay, THREE, and you're relaxed and glistening in the candlelight, then I kneel next to you on the bed, and begin to kiss you. I move my hot wet mouth over the pulse points on your neck, and I nip and kiss your shoulders and your chest. Then I take your cock in my hand and begin stroking it. I squeeze your balls with one hand and slowly roll my fist over the head of your cock with the other. While I'm touching you, I'm looking you right in the eye and telling you how handsome and sexy you are, and how much I'm going to enjoy taking you in my mouth and sucking you until you cum. Then I do start to suck you, playing with your balls while I ride your cock with my mouth, and when you ejaculate I drink it all down, until you're completely spent. Then–"

"Wait a second," Bobby interrupted, "You don't climax in your fantasy?"

"In my fantasy, I kiss and lick and touch you all over and you love it."

Bobby groaned again, and stilled his caresses of his own organ to keep from climaxing at her sweet, sexy words.

"But we're not finished, so if you want to do me later, you can," she said with a giggle. "In the meantime, we lie together and drink the champagne, and chat while we hold and touch each other. Then when the champagne's finished, you start to toy with the hem of my slip, and slide your fingers inside my panties to touch me. You roll on top of me and kiss me hard, and then you kiss and bite my neck and my shoulders."

"Bite?"

"Yes. I want you to bite me."

"Aaaah, Christ, OK."

"And you're starting to get hard again. You reach up and slide my panties off, and – you can lick me if you like?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, Tiger," she giggled again. 'And when I'm done cumming all over your face–" Bobby made a sound of disapproval at her glossing over the best part.

"What? This is MY fantasy!" she laughed gleefully. "So, you grab me and carry me over to the corner, and you hoist me up and fuck my brains out against the wall. We're going at it so hard, the pictures are rattling on the walls. My ass is slapping against the wallpaper, and I'm so happy I can't stop laughing. While you're pounding me, I keep telling you how good you feel so deep inside me, how I want you to fuck me harder, and you growl into the crook of my neck. When you cum you stick your tongue deep in my mouth, and then you carry me back to bed."

There was a long silence on the line, as Bobby panted silently while he came down from his explosive orgasm. "Well?" she finally said timidly.

"That was – amazing, but…"

"But what?"

"But I'm surprised you want it so – rough…"

"Sometimes. I guess you learned something new about me." Bobby laughed.

"I'm – I'm not as young as I used to be."

"What, you don't think you could hold me up? I'm not very big."

"Oh I could hold you up, no doubt about that."

"But…? Are you saying you're too old to give me what I want? Because what I want is to drink your cum, then be fucked up against the wall."

"If that's what you want, sweetheart, then I'll figure out a way to give it to you."

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A/N 2: Only a couple of chapters left, my dears. The lingerie Bobby's fantasy girl had in mind is at Victoria's Secret, it's the embroidered eyelet lace babydoll in black (pictured in white in the catalogue).