Since this was supposed to be a Halloween themed smut fest, I wasn't sure how to tie up loose ends. As smutty as I want to be, there's always love in my B/A world.

Shout out to the shippers at the USA Network forum! This is a smutty mess, be forewarned.

I shifted in my partner's embrace as we lay spread across his bed. His proclamation of love echoing in my brain. The silence around and between us deafening.. I took this as my opportunity it unveil Bobby's face, sliding my fingers over his cheeks until they slid under the mask moving it upward. I revealed his deep brown eyes, now watching me sleepily, glazed with desire and self satisfaction.

"Bobby.." I whispered, a lump forming in my throat. Somehow removal of the mask made this more real. The fact that I had just fulfilled my fantasy of a thousand nights. The fact that I was in the loving arms of a man who I had always felt was off limits to me.

Bobby looked my face over and smiled, reading my mind as always.

"Makes it more real, doesn't it?" His smile faded a little, he averted his gaze from my eyes. "Hope it doesn't make you regret it."

I unwound myself from his embrace and stood up along side the bed. Bobby began to look a little panicked. I imagine he thought I was running away,

Far from it….

"Bobby…." I started trying to remove the bustier again, pulling and tugging it, whilst trying to grab behind my back at the fasteners.

"Bobby, if I regretted a moment of what we just did…" I continued to try undressing myself, to no avail. I realized my futile attempt at a strip tease was fast failing.

"I'd… I … Damn it!"

Bobby started to chuckle.

"Alex I so appreciate the effort." He smirked and beckoned me with one curling finger drawing towards himself.

"If you want some help….." Raising his eyebrows and melting my resolve in the process.

I stepped back a few more paces, frustrated with my lack of control over the situation. I needed to gain the upper hand again.

"No… You first!"

"Me first, what?" Bobby kept his tone very matter of fact.

"You undress first Bobby. This is something I've fantasized about for years." I stalked around the bed just out of his grasp. Arching my back, hands on my hips, my mostly exposed breasts jutting before me.

"I want to see you naked first, Detective Goren."

"Uh… Alex, you really sure about that I mean…" Bobby waved his hands over his expanded mid-section to illustrate it's growth over the past few years.

"You sure you're still not feeling the effects of that margarita?"

Now Bobby was starting to piss me off a little. Here we were, we already crossed a million intimate milestones tonight. There was no turning back now. This was no time for him to play the insecurity card.

I bent forward my breasts completely freed from the bustier, my nipples very erect. I placed just my fingertips on the bed and leaned as close to Bobby as I could.

"We played your game Bobby." I ran my tongue slightly over my upper lip and continued. "Now it's my turn. There's no going back, here. Everything's on the table. No matter what happens tomorrow, let's make it worth our while tonight."

Mesmerized, Bobby started to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, staring at me while I put my finger in my mouth, sucking on the tip.

The shirt hit the floor exposing an older, larger , but more well seasoned Bobby Goren. He began to fumble with his belt buckle.

"Don't you wanna help me here?" I could hear the tension in his voice.

I took the fingertip from my mouth and caressed my nipple with it.

"No Bobby…. You're doing just fine." I walked over to a lounge chair facing the bed and flopped down. I spread my legs and fixed my gaze upon him.

"For now… I just wanna watch."

I had to stifle a laugh, when I saw Bobby's Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped.

"Keep going…" I ordered and slid one hand down over my exposed mound.

Bobby continued to fumble with his belt, finally getting it open along with his pants.

"Stand up!" I ordered, a little louder than I meant to. My fingers were tracing the path that his tongue had only a few moments earlier. Bobby stood and his pants and belt dropped, leaving him clad only in boxers.

I began to rub myself at the sight of him. Touching and caressing my folds, feeling myself readying for Bobby's reappearance.

His jaw wasn't on the floor, but it was damn close.

"The boxers…" I moaned a little at my own handiwork. "Lose em!"

Bobby slipped his thumbs under the waistband and acted as if he was going to reveal what I'd already seen, when he paused.

He took a few steps toward the lounge chair.

"And what about you? What about your clothes?" His tone sensuous and slightly threatening. "Guess you need some help…."

"Yes." I nodded and continued openly pleasuring myself, gasping a little. "But I want you naked when you do it…. When you help me."

Bobby complied and slid off the boxers, his staff at half mast.

I closed my legs and stood up to meet him. He placed his hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the bed, my back turned toward him. Quickly he unthreaded the tie that ran up half of my back, loosening the tight bodice. I felt breathing become a little easier almost instantly. As Bobby slid the bustier off of me, he began kissing my spine. Light, breezy kisses, that ran the length of my back. Starting at the base of my neck and ending at the waist of my skirt. When he reached the bottom of my bare skin, he retraced his steps with his tongue.

I shuddered.

"You'll have to stand up Alex. Stand up or lay down." Bobby muttered, seemingly lost in tasting the steel of my spine.

I stood, since it was easiest. He slid the parallel zippers on my hips open and pulled down the skirt. I leaned into Bobby's naked form as the offending garment trailed down my legs to the floor. Bobby groaned and pressed his stiffness against me.

"We'll leave your shoes on…"

Question answered, as to what was to become of my "fuck me" pumps.

I reached around his head and he used that as leverage as he hoisted me up a little. Kissing and devouring my neck, my knees went weak again and I felt as if I may fall.

Bobby must have sensed my lack of control. "Slide down to the bed Alex, all fours…" He whispered into my ear.

I did as I was told. A tad nervous that I couldn't see my partner's actions. Unsure of his intent.

Quickly I was made aware, as Bobby caressed my ass with one hand, reaching under to massage and finger my pussy with the other.

I gasped, savoring the sensation of those two amazing and nimble hands, molding and sculpting me to orgasm yet again.

"Alex…. Are you ready for me?" I felt his breath on my buttocks and then I felt his lips and tongue. "You feel sooooo ready Alex."

His voice, his ministrations, they were driving me insane. I could hear how ready and wet I was as Bobby rubbed and fondled.

"God yes! Bobby… I've been ready for years." Arching my back to illustrate what a keen and able lover I could be. Steadying myself for what promised to be a well endowed member, I was relatively surprised to feel Bobby's appendages leave me. A cool breeze of abandonment was soon replaced by one long, slow soul kiss to my core. Bobby's tongue sliding over my folds one last turn. Tasting my sex, like one attacks an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day.

"I needed one last taste before I take you Alex." Bobby's voice was humming in my brain, I was so wracked with desire.

"Just fuck me Bobby!…. Puh-lease fuck me!" If I could have objectively heard myself I would have sworn I was begging, darn near crying even.

With a start, Robert Goren flipped me like a pancake. My back landing square onto his king size "Bobby-bed". For a very brief moment I wondered how many other girls got bounced onto his sensible comforter over the years. A thought that was quickly erased by my partner of eight years sliding his cock over my soaking wet folds.

I locked eyes with him. His brow arched. Those chocolate brown pools of sorrow, now intense with a heat like I'd never seen. Bobby continued slipping and sliding, prepping his dick for entry.

I was done playing around….

I reached between us, curling my hand around his rod and very easily stabbing it into my wet depths.

The two of us let out a mutual groan and Bobby heaped his girth on top of me, probably a little more than he meant to.

"Bobby…" I whispered in his ear as he tried to ease up off of me and find a rhythm. "You are incredible." I continued, and felt the "good" as my partner found a slow and steady thrust that cajoled my G-spot awake.

He seemed at a loss for words. I supposed he was just trying to breathe and not explode as his lips crashed over mine. Full, wet, passionate lips that were keeping pace with his thrusts.

Immersed in the sensations of Bobby, even his stubble was turning me on, making me clench as he grazed it over my lips and neck.

Then the thrusting stopped, but Bobby remained inside of me. He was all dark staring intensity.

"I want to see you come Alex…. Again… This time with me buried inside of you."

His request became my command as he slid a free hand between us. Expertly positioning, so it applied indirect pressure to my clit. Bobby began moving again. Gyrating slowly, making me feel every part of him as he slid in and out. My muscles tightened and my eyes sealed shut. I could smell, hear and taste my lover as white heat built on my brain.

"Open your eyes Alex"

Another thrust…

"Look at me baby. I want you to see this." Bobby pleaded again.

Another thrust, muscles clenching, heart pounding….

I willed my eyes to open and I saw him.

For the first time ever….

I really saw Robert O. Goren.

Naked and exposed, and desperate to show me all of his secrets. All of his darkness and all of his light.

And that was all it took.

I screamed.

And I'm not usually a screamer. I imagine Bobby's neighbors could hear me. I thanked God and Jesus and Bobby, a multitude of times.

My orgasm ripped through me like a flame spurred on by gasoline. My muscles had such a mind of their own as they flexed and clenched in release over and over.

Bobby was right behind me, no surprise. He rode my climax to the helm of his release. Then the sweetest sound and feeling. The feeling of a man who loves and adores you. Grasping on for dear life as he empties all of his tensions and dreams and desires into your soul.

I ran my hands over Bobby's ass, guiding him along as he bucked in surrender. Thankful I was at the end of my orgasm, so I could fully enjoy his.

We remained silent and in that position for many minutes.

I'm not sure what Bobby was thinking, but I was pretty certain my chastity belt was a long and distant memory.

Finally, as we disconnected, Bobby summed up the evening in one word.

"Divine…"

And though neither of us said much more that night, I knew, come morning that my partner and I were going to take on the world with a slightly different perspective.

At least after eight years we both know where we stood in each other's lives.

…..finally