WARNING: RATED "M" FOR ADULT MATERIAL

Characters belong to Dick Wolf. I'm just playing with them.

Fixing New Year's Eve

gorenrocks

Awareness returned to me slowly. Nature's call intruded on a crazy dream that faded immediately. I knew I was not in my own house because the smells were all wrong. but still somehow familiar and….there was something else.

I opened my eyes to find my view blocked by my own hair. Propping up my head, I brushed away the strands. It was definitely daylight, but the room was not well lit. When my vision focused, I saw Bobby's long legs stretched across the bed. Leaning back against the headboard, he was dressed in denim cutoffs and a dark blue v-neck tee. I couldn't figure out why we were both in bed together, but when he smiled at me I honestly didn't care why.

He held his ever-present leather binder, pen poised, to make notes, but now he turned and set it on the floor. The he scooched down on the bed and faced me. He still smiled but his eyes held questions.

"Good morning, Alex," he said, and very carefully touched my face, letting his hand linger. He gently splayed his fingers through my hair, leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "How are you feeling?

"I feel alright," I said, sensing I'd forgotten something important. I was pretty sure we didn't make love - I couldn't imagine forgetting that. "What time is it?"

I started to sit, and Bobby's hands curved around my waist to help me. He slipped a pillow behind my back, so I could lean against the headboard, next to him. I realized I was only wearing one of his gigantic t-shirts - at least on me it was - and was grateful it pretty well covered me.

"It's almost ten in the morning. You've been asleep a long time."

"Yeah, and why aren't we at work?" I was right on the verge of remembering. "Nevermind. I have to use the bathroom."

The need had suddenly become urgent. I shifted and swung my legs over the side of the bed, but when I stood I saw dark spots drift across my vision and my knees buckled. Bobby was right there, his arm around my waist.

"Just take it easy, Alex," he said, and I leaned against him. "Take it slow. You'll be fine." I closed my eyes and waited a bit. When I opened them again, I could see clearly and I felt stronger. I stood straight and Goren let go.

"There you are." I looked at him and he smiled, and I kissed his cheek to thank him.

While I washed my hands and brushed my teeth, I peered in the mirror, and remembered looking in this same mirror quite recently. I remembered Bobby kissing me on the sofa, and could almost feel him biting me. Easily tugging the shirt I saw the mark he made near my collarbone, verifying it had all happened.

But that didn't happen last night, a day had passed. Something else happened, something I couldn't remember. I grabbed my brush and fixed my hair, crying out in pain when I passed over a lump on the back of my head. Where did that come from?

"Alex? Are you okay?"

"Alex, are you okay?" Just like that, the cover came off the lens and my mind released the images of yesterday. All of them. I could remember everything from the past twenty-four hours. I closed the lid to the john and sat, head in my hands, as the memories overwhelmed me.

"Can I come in, Alex?"

"Yeah, Bobby."

Goren entered, looking a bit sheepish, and dropped down on the edge of the tub next to me.

"Are you remembering?"

"That's an understatement."

He took both my hands in his. "It's all over now, Alex."

"I really screwed things up, Bobby."

"No you didn't, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I did, Bobby. I should have done something to prevent this."

"No. Not true." He stood and pulled me up and into a hug. Bobby felt so warm and solid. "No," he repeated, his lips close against my ear, his hands soothing my back.

I let out a big breath. Bobby bent at the knees and looked directly into my eyes.

"We need to talk, okay? I already made coffee. Let's go sit down."

We were both settled on the sofa. Bobby held a mug of coffee, I had coffee, too, and a large glass of orange juice on the table, due to Bobby's insistence. He worried that I hadn't eaten since yesterday's meager soup at the hospital. He'd also tucked a fluffy fleece blanket around my bare legs.

"I take the Captain gave us both the day off?" I started.

"Yeah, I'm your partner, ya know." He grinned. "I had to make sure you'd eventually wake up. And since it's Friday, the Cap said for us both to stay home."

I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach again.

"First thing, Alex. There's something you have to accept. And that is that none of this is your fault. You met a twisted, really bad guy, and he had you followed. He stalked you and he hurt you. You did nothing to deserve this, or to bring it on yourself."

A part of me knew that Bobby was right. It was just all so painful, and embarrassing. My chest started to tighten and my head throbbed.

"How much of…of yesterday do you remember?" he asked me gently. I felt his arm snake around my body, and his fingers begin to massage my neck and shoulders.

"I remember most of it, I think. I mean, before the drugs kicked in. After that, it all gets shadowy." I paused, trying to figure out how to describe it. "I think all the memories are up here," and I tapped my head, "it's just going to take time for me to retrieve them all."

I searched his face and he nodded, and the concern in his eyes, and everything about the tension in his features, soothed and reassured me. He understood. I instinctively snuggled closer to him.

"Alex, yesterday morning, I-I had to find out more about him. I didn't look before, because I would never do invade your private life. He was none of my business. But yesterday I knew that something wasn't right, and I had to look. That's how I found out he had hired someone to follow you…and us. He bribed the night cleaning crews. To…find out about you, and where you were, and what you were doing."

Professionally I'd dealt with stalkers and their tragic aftermaths, but this had never happened to me. To me, Alex Eames, Major Case Detective, Senior Partner. I couldn't process everything - I didn't want to.

"Bobby," I looked at him, and waited for my voice to steady, "I'm glad you investigated. Thank you. "

He shook his head. "No, don't thank me. There's no reason."

"But…but I..." I paused, wondering how this had happened. And how close I had come to getting hurt, raped, or worse. "He drugged me, Bobby!"

"I know, honey."

"He wanted to get me out of there, and take me to, to some place no one could find us. And then he would have..." I couldn't finish the thought.

"I figured he would, too."

"How did you know to go to that restaurant? I dropped the phone before I could finish telling you where we were."

"I just knew, Alex. I knew that he would take you…to where we'd been. To claim it as his own."

"Bobby, you saved me from - from God knows what! You might have saved my life."

"You'd do the the for me, Alex."

I just shook my head, letting it go for now.

"You arrested Brian, right? He's not going to get out? Is he?"

Bobby took a deep breath. "Not yet, but, Alex, he probably will soon. He comes from a very wealthy family. His uncle is literally a billionaire from California who's been under investigation for federal tax fraud for years. Brian has access to a lot of money. And I mean an endless source."

Feeling my lips start to tremble I covered my mouth and forced myself not to cry. Bobby gently removed my hand from my face, and held it in his large warm one.

"Alex, trust me, he is not going to bother you again."

I stared at him. "How can you be sure?"

"I'm sure. Yesterday… well you might have heard what I said to him, but you didn't see his face." He squeezed my hand. "Brian is not going to bother you again. Carver's sources indicate that they're trying to get permission for Brian to go back to California - if he agrees to remain there and out of New York. Even so, for the next week or so, I want you to stay with me."

I decided to trust Bobby. But thinking about ADA Carver caused me to remember talking to Captain Deakins in the hospital yesterday.

"And Deakins? What does he know about us? What did he tell you?"

Bobby's smile was so shy and sweet I smiled, too. His fingers slipped under my t-shirt neckline and he stroked my back.

"Everything is fine. We have nothing to worry about. He knows that over the Christmas holidays, you and I exchanged gifts and… and that we, we got…closer. As far as he's concerned we got caught up in the Christmas spirit. He accepts it."

"He does, hmm? So it's the Christmas spirit defense. Is that what you think is going on between us, Bobby?" I was surprised by how unstable I felt as my eyes quickly filled with tears. I hated that I was so out of control.

"No. That's not what's going on. Honey, please, look at me."

I felt crushed by my helplessness yesterday, and deeply disturbed by the uncertainties and by my unusual mood swings. My head sagged heavily and I propped it on my hand. I barely felt Bobby lift me until I was on his lap and cradled in his arms.

"Alex."

He didn't touch my face. He waited until I was ready, and his one hand stroked my back while his other wandered, stroking my thigh and my waist and my arms - everywhere, with gentle soothing motions. His touches were both loving and sensual. I felt calmer and finally looked at him.

His dark brown eyes were intense. His lips were slightly parted as his face drew close. I closed my eyes and his mouth covered mine in the sweetest kiss. His tongue tickled my lips and an explosive surge of arousal rocked me - he never tongued me before. My eyes flew open and met his steady brown gaze. I opened my mouth but his soft lips stayed on mine, hardly moving, and we shared each other's breath.

He murmured into my mouth, "Do you remember, when last night, I kissed you just like this?"

I closed my eyes again, feeling Bobby breathing with me, his mouth spreading a languorous kiss on mine, while his hands touched my body everywhere. Finally he stopped and said, "Baby, don't you remember?"

And then he slid his mouth to my neck, just under my ear, and kissed me there before he bit me hard enough to sting. His lips sucked the bite and then his hot tongue soothed it while his fingers stroked my skin and hair. His face and breath were warm against my neck and my body was shaking. Shifting, he pulled me tightly against him. Something cleared in my mind and I had a vivid memory of him looking at me and smiling. And then, I think I gasped or made some noise, because Bobby pulled back and looked at me, his hand now on my shoulder, and when he smiled he looked more beautiful than any man I've ever known. The two the images overlaid - the Bobby now and the one from my memory. He'd kissed me exactly like this last night, just before I fell asleep. And I remembered - I looked at him and told him I loved him.

"You remember now, don't you."

I could barely breathe let alone talk. "Yes."

"You fell asleep before I could tell you. I love you, too, Alex."

His words shattered my every defense. I fell against his wonderful broad chest, shaking with relief, and I gave myself to him and accepted all the love I knew was real, and not some freaky Christmas trick. He touched me so deliberately and looked at me with such vulnerability, that as he tightened his arms around me and kissed my neck and lips I had no doubts that he loved me.

After a long, hot shower I finished drying off in the bedroom. Bobby was in the kitchen cooking omelets for breakfast. At first I was confused when, rather abruptly, he'd stopped kissing me and insisted I eat something. As usual, he was right - I'd eaten next to nothing the day before and I was starving. I sat on the bed and fingered the sheets, remembering that it was here I told Bobby that I loved him..

I hurried to get dressed in one of Bobby's clean t-shirts. I picked a white one that was extra long on me, and decided to go commando. I felt both naughty and very sexy, too.

Once in the kitchen I saw him standing at the counter, his broad shoulders nicely outlined by his blue t-shirt. I slipped my hands under his shirt and wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing his back and rubbing his bare skin. I pressed my breasts against his back and he felt so good. He took bagels out of the toaster and set them on a plate, and then picked me up and set me on the counter, his powerful leg between my thighs.

His hands circled my waist, digging into my flesh, and then he buried his face in my neck.

"Mmmm you smell so good." His tongue lapped the skin under my ear. "And you taste good, too. Let me check."

He kissed my mouth, licking my lips, and nipped small kisses and bites all over my face. "As I suspected, all delicious."

I dug my fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss. He held my head immobile and when I pushed my tongue in his mouth he sucked on it, kissing me so hard I couldn't breathe. He let me go long enough to catch my breath and then caught my mouth again, dropping his right hand on my thigh, first caressing my skin and then pushing under my shirt to squeeze where my leg joined my hip. He stretched his thumb and rubbed my tender skin.

Bobby moaned into my mouth and lazily caressed my body, from my hip to my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. I felt his solid body shudder when he knew for certain I had nothing on underneath the shirt. He broke the kiss, pulled me tightly against his body, resting his head against my shoulder.

"Do you want cinnamon butter on your bagel, Eames?" he breathed huskily, then bit my ear.

"I'll have whatever you're having, Goren."

Bobby kissed me again, until we were both breathless. "You know what I want, Alex."

"Take it, Bobby. Take me."

"I promise, Alex. After breakfast," he said, kissing me and swiping his tongue once across my lips. "The omelets are warming in the pan. Don't go anywhere."

I would have laughed if I didn't want him with an ache that left me speechless. I didn't want to eat, I wanted to tear his clothes off and make love, but we were going to eat first and that was that. Suddenly inspired, I cleared my throat and gathered what speech I could muster.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?" He turned and smiled at me, his face warm and brilliant; he was having too much fun while I was suffering. He slid his right hand on my thigh, sliding down my calf, up to my knee, stopping when his fingers nudged just under the edge of my shirt. He used his left hand to flip one omelet on a plate.

"Put mine on the same plate as yours."

He grinned. "One plate? We sharing?"

"Kinda."

Most of the breakfast was already on the small kitchen table. I watched Bobby place the bagels and the one plate with two omelets. He stood with his thigh between my legs and pulled me hard against his body and we kissed for a little while. Then he gently lifted me down from the counter.

His hand curled around my neck as we faced the table. I was trembling inside.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Sit and I'll show you."

Bobby pulled out the chair and sat. I faced him and straddled his muscular right leg, and slowly lowered my uncovered bottom on the bare skin on his hard right thigh.

"Mmmm," he growled, slipping his right arm around my waist, "I like this already."

The omelet was delicious and for a few moments we both quietly ate one handed. I was constantly aware of his right hand caressing high on my thigh.

I finished less than half my breakfast and had enough. I took a break, slipping my hand under his shirt and stroking his tummy, then pressed my face against his neck, licking his skin while he swallowed.

"Oh Jesus, Alex."

"I'm tired of eating. I'm stuffed, Bobby."

"No, you're not. Not yet."

I heard the fork clatter on the table, and felt his throat make one more swallow under my tongue. Then he pushed the chair back, slid one hand under my shirt, squeezing my waist and kept the other around my neck.

Bobby stopped being cautious. His body wasn't shaking as much as it was shuddering from deep inside, I could feel his need and his want for me in his touch. His mouth covered mine, kissing both my lips, then working on just the bottom, sucking and biting it until I cried out from the pain and the pleasure. He groaned and for the first time, he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth.

I sucked his tongue as hard as I could. He wrapped his right arm around me and pulled me up against him, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, even as I fought to keep it there, sucking and stroking it with mine.

Somehow I managed to pull off his shirt, squeezing his biceps, running my fingers up and down his back. There was so much of him to taste and explore, and all of him felt better than my most elaborate fantasy. Our kisses were wild and desperate as I sat on his lap on that kitchen chair. Bobby couldn't get enough of my mouth, couldn't get his tongue in deep enough, couldn't suck me hard enough.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard. He looked at me, his eyes black with desire, and he smiled wickedly. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up over my butt, leaving my bare bottom wiggling on his hard thigh.

"This shirt," and he pulled it up just enough to expose my breasts so he could cover one with his large hand, "it itches me, Eames. It's gotta come off. Now."

I was so aroused that I just groaned and squeezed my legs tight, grinding my wet center against his thigh.

"That's right, baby. Rub against me and come on my leg. Jesus you are so wet and so hot. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. You come and I'm gonna take you to bed and make love to you all day."

I got wetter as I rubbed harder, and he took hold of my mouth again, his tongue pushing in and sweeping everywhere in my mouth. His hand still covered my breast, teasing my nipple, but now he started squeezing it. He started thrusting his tongue in rhythm with palming my breast, then suddenly switched to pinching my nipple.

My orgasm started ripping through me and I tore my mouth away from his, calling his name and gasping for breath. He moved his mouth to my ear, "You're so beautiful, Alex. I love you."

My partner and my lover, he told me he loved me, again. And it thrilled me. Bobby sucked my nipple and moved his thumb to my clit and rubbed in firm circles prolonging my pleasure, and that's when he bit my nipple and sensations hit me with full force.

He cupped my bottom and pushed me against his thigh, sliding me back and forth. Pleasure enfolded me, surrounded my body, focusing on the molten core at my center, it was almost too much for me to take.

"Baby you are so sexy, I have to have you right now,"

He lifted me up on to the table and dropped to his knees. Working his shoulders between my legs, he used them to spread me wide open, then pulled me to the edge. I supported myself on my palms.

"I'm sorry, Alex. You're so hot, I can't wait to take you to bed."

Bobby bit me, high on my inner thigh my, and I gasped. Then he kissed my wet center, letting his mouth linger there, breathing on me. He moved, kissing me everywhere, his tongue darting and licking, his thumb lighting stroking the nerve center that was still tender and humming from the recent orgasm.

"Bobby, Bobby, I need you," I said, panting.

"Mmmmm," he grunted, then used his thumbs to open me wider. Slowly, he pushed his tongue deep inside me and stayed in there licking everywhere he could reach. Just as slowly he slid out and pushed back in, fucking me with his tongue. He caressed my breast and his tongue moved faster and faster until I kicked his back with the heels of my feet. I was so close to coming again. He moved his mouth to my clit and started sucking hard, while pushing two long fingers deep inside me, stroking everywhere until they found a spot that after a couple more sucks and touches I came so hard he had to hold me down on the table.

"I want you to come in my mouth," he murmured, and jammed his tongue deep inside me again, covered me entirely with his mouth, and started sucking me.

My arms gave out and I fell back on the table, unable to support myself. I was shaking uncontrollably from the spasms of pleasure flaring in me and through me, sparked by something new Bobby would do.

Finally my body calmed, and I found myself cradled in his lap. He kissed me tenderly, everywhere he could reach. I circled my arms around his neck and found his lips and kissed him.

Bobby stood, carried me to bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. I caught my breath as I watched him strip, peeling off his cutoffs and boxers. His sex was as beautiful as he was, so long and so thick and I felt my entire body flush with anticipation. He would soon be inside me, buried deep in my body, making love to me.

I saw him watching me, smiling, and I reached for him. Instantly he pressed his body against mine, as we both stretched and tangled our limbs and rubbed all over, as if we were dampening a fire - except we were igniting it.

He was hard as his member found its way between my thighs and its solid thickness relentlessly stroked between my already enflamed folds.

We kissed a long time and when I pulled back long enough to brush back my hair, I looked at his face; his skin flushed, his eyes half closed, his lips wet and puffy, I wondered if my lips were just as swollen. Mine must have been bruised, because I'd learned that my Bobby was a biter. It was something new to me, that had never been part of lovemaking before. And with him, it turned me on so much that when he did it just right, he made me come.

"Alex," he breathed into my mouth, and bit my lower lip hard, making me shout. "I want you."

"I'm yours, Bobby. Always."

"Do we need to use anything, Alex?" he breathed.

"No, I'm on the pill. I want you to come inside me, Bobby."

He reached for a pillow and folded it, then shoved it under my butt. My body trembled when he pushed two long fingers inside me, scissoring them, leaning down to suck my breast so hard, he nearly took it all in his mouth. In a while he added a third finger and while thrusting, he focused on sucking only on my nipples. He bit and sucked and thrust until I was kicking the bed and beggin for him to take me. Then he curled his fingers, rubbing and pushing his thumb while biting hard, leaving a mark. And that's when he entered me. He was so big and so hard, and though I was wet and ready for him the pressure was intense and I gasped and sank my nails into his back.

"Hold on, baby. Just hold on to me," he whispered in my ear.

He pulled out and pushed in harder, gaining a bit more ground. "You can take it Alex. You feel so damn good, so tight, so hot."

He dropped his head and started licking my breasts. He withdrew again and drove in just the head. He sucked my lips, biting them, then kissing me, pulling my tongue into his mouth.

When he entered again he penetrated me deeper than any man had ever been, and I arched my neck and back and came again. His warm hands cupped my face, and he soothed me with dozens of gentle kisses, before breathing against my ear, "I'm in you baby, all the way. I'm yours. Christ you feel so good when come. Better than anything, ever."

For a while, I couldn't move or think, I could only experience my body's reactions to the orgasm. But it wasn't long before I felt the amazing sensation of him moving inside me. Every stroke felt so good, and I was starting to feel the indescribable tension build inside again.

"That's so good, Bobby. Give me more."

"Yeah?" he panted, and I squeezed his firm butt.

"Please..."

Bobby gave his hips a strong push, moving faster, and I shuddered from the fullness and pleasure. But it made me realize just how much he was still holding back, which I understood in one way but it also made me frustrated. I wanted all of him, everything he had to give.

"More, Bobby."

"More what, Alex?" He pulled all the way out, and I gasped when he punched in hard.

"Fuck me, Bobby." I cried hoarsely, "fuck me hard."

He slipped his hand under my butt and pulled my leg around his back and started pumping hard. I saw his eyes roll back and I felt something ignite in a new place really deep inside me.

I squirmed beneath him, not really knowing what I wanted, and he looked at me with his sleepy eyes and sexy, knowing smile. He pushed my bent right leg down on the bed and lifted my butt up higher, then angled his thrusts. He started thrusting so hard and deep he drove me into the mattress. Whatever he did reached a place inside me that coiled so tight I wondered if I'd come undone. I'd never felt this and I finally screamed for release.

"Jesus Bobby, I can't…. take…Bobby, please…"

"You are incredible Alex, feels so good. Just hold on, baby. We're almost there."

Staying inside me, he swung both my legs over his shoulder, pulled almost out, then shot in hard. He built up again, with long slow strokes, until once again, he was pounding so fast and hard, and when I could get enough clarity to look at him his dark brown eyes were open and watching me.

"Let go, honey." And he grabbed my hand and pushed it between my legs, pressing both our fingers directly on my clit.

"Alex, Alex," he shouted, and his thrusts got wild when I came, crashing around him, buried impossibly deep inside me. He was on his knees now and he lifted my body, supporting me with his arms around me, and he thrust up, keeping me impaled on hard length. While he emptied into me, his mouth was everywhere, kissing me, my face, my neck, my breasts. His lips lingered on the side of my right breast, sucking and licking while we both recovered, then he bit down hard and I groaned, knowing I'd have another mark. But the feeling made me tighten against him inside me and he moaned.

We both collapsed onto the bed on our sides, facing each other. Bobby managed to stay inside me because he was still erect. His tongue found my mouth and filled it, kissing me deeply. I was in his arms and I felt more alive and happy than since before Joe died. He touched me everywhere, and I never felt more loved.

"You're still hard," I teased.

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna stay hard?"

"Maybe." He laughed, and it was so low and sexy, I could feel myself squeeze around him inside me. "No wonder I'm hard. You're so hot and tight, it's like you fuck me automatically."

"I'd like to be involved, ya know."

"Oh you are, I'll make sure of that."

He finally pulled out of me, and I turned so we could spoon on his big bed. Bobby wasn't ready for round two yet, but he was semi-erect, and his solid length nestled between my cheeks, feeling wonderful. His arms were around me, rubbing my belly. As good as I felt, I was also tired, and could my myself drifting.

"I love you, Bobby," the words tumbled out lazily.

"Alex, I love you. I've wanted to make love to you for so long. So long," he confessed, kissing my shoulder.

"How long, Bobby?"

"How long?" he echoed, then paused. "Let me ask you, Alex. Do you believe…believe in love at first sight?"

"Yeah, I do. I believe in you, Bobby Goren. I always will."

The End

A/N: Thanks everyone who continued to hang in and read this story, which in my mind was supposed to be a short holiday story. I really appreciate it, and all the reviews and alert adds. Thanks so very much, I really appreciate it!