Chapter 9

A/N: Just some sex…though I swear it will be important to the plot in later chapters…really.

Chapter 9

The remains of dinner and an almost gone bottle of wine rested on the kitchen table while the sounds of old blues and jazz standards filled the dim lit apartment.

Alex rested against Bobby, moving with him as he guided them in the small space behind the sofa.

Her bare feet trusted his and she fought the urge to step on to the tops of his, while her hips shifted with the guidance of his left hand.

"You know, we could have gone out and done all of this," Bobby said, his breath tickling her hair.

"Why go out when I have a perfectly good cook here?" Alex asked, looking up at him with a smirk.

"But he has to clean too…"

"I'll clean…probably not till the morning…but I will."

He grinned, playfully, and nodded.

"Well now I see…you say you'll clean t-to get me into bed quicker, knowing I'll wake up before you…a-and do the dishes out of boredom."

She chuckled and then said, "You think you have me all figured out, huh?"

His smile softened, becoming less like a tease.

"Hardly," he said and then kissed the top of her head.

Alex reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulled his lips down to hers. He secured his arms around her lower back and lifted her as he stood straight, letting her legs dangle along the length of his body.

She eased her legs around him, feeling the muscles of her abdomen tense with the effort and teased each other with lips and tongue, while he continued to sway from side to side.

She arched her neck, silently asking for his lips to travel lower, which he easily obliged as she traced his ear with her forefinger.

"What were you saying about me getting you into bed quicker?" Alex asked and he could feel her smirk against his ear.

He raised his head, securing his forearms under her bottom, and brushed his lips to hers. She leaned her head down on his shoulder, nipping and sucking at his neck, while he walked down the hall to their bedroom.

Alex loosened her legs from his waist and she slid back down to her feet, lightly pressing against his chest, until he backed into the bed. She slipped loose the buttons of his shirt and then pulled the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms.

Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and watched Alex peel her T-shirt over her head, his eyes dilating with desire at the sight of her in her black cotton bra and jeans.

She smiled at him, tossing the shirt to the floor, and then stepped closer. She put one knee on either side of him as his fingers explored the span of her back and she teased open his lips.

Bobby snapped lose her bra and she sat back long enough for him to slip it down her arms, but quickly reclaimed his mouth, welcoming the texture and taste of his tongue against her own.

His palms gently pushed on her arms, urging her to sit back, and he dipped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. She threaded her fingers into his hair and felt her body swell at his gentle tugging. He switched sides, leaving her one breast cold and aching, and she inclined her mouth to kiss whatever part of his head or neck she could reach.

Alex went for his belt buckle, while nibbling on his ear, and then said, "Enough teasing…"

He laughed in between kisses and then raised his head to see her face, feeling her cool fingers against the skin of his abdomen.

She stepped off the bed and pulled off his pants along with his boxers. He quickly shed the rest of her clothing and she again straddled his lap.

Alex sat up on her knees and then his fingers found their way between their bodies, parting her folds and teasing her inside and out.

She let out a shaky breath as her head fell back and her hands gripped his shoulders for purchase.

He withdrew his fingers and then guided her hips as she slowly sank onto him.

Both gasped as his head fell to her shoulder and he reveled in the welcome her body always gave him. He grasped her hips, raised them, and then lowered her again to duplicate the sensation.

They rested their foreheads together and looked into the others heavy lidded eyes.

"What'd I say about teasing?" Alex asked with a smirk.

He kissed her grin and rolled them over, scooting her further towards the center of the bed. Her hands traveled to the base of his back and felt the muscles bunch and release with the rhythm of his hips.

He supported himself on his forearms and trailed his lips along her neck, temple, and cheek as he focused on the way she tilted her hips and tightened around him.

He loved how their verbal banter seamlessly transformed into a physical kind, their words and snark replaced by thrusting hips and arching backs.

Her soft whimpers began to take the turn into murmuring moans and he worked a little stronger inside her, while she pressed her hips up harder to meet his.

Her body arched against his as her orgasm over powered her and then limply bounced as his thrusts became erratic. A soft cry echoed in her ear as he came and she felt his nose buried in the crook of her neck, taking in their familiar, comforting scent.

Alex kissed his temple, loving the feel of his body blanketing hers and the light tickle of him softening inside her.

Bobby raised his head and smoothed his palms along the sides of her head, both still slightly breathless. She lazily smiled up at him and then lightly sucked on his thumb when it crossed her lips.

His eyes traced the hollows and curves of her face and she could see his mind wandering.

"What are you thinking? Or more importantly how can you even form thoughts right now?" Alex asked.

He smiled and lightly kissed her nose then lips. He withdrew from her body and stretched out on his side beside her, most of his calves dangling over the side of the bed.

She shifted onto her stomach and crossed her arms under her head as a makeshift pillow. He absently began to trace patterns on her skin as he felt her eyes on him.

"You're still worried about Strauss," she said.

He nodded, but continued to gaze at his fingers as they played against her skin.

"A-a little…something just isn't fitting…something's missing."

"You can actually think about work right now?" Alex asked. "I must be losing my touch."

"Hey, you brought it up," he said glancing up at her.

Alex sighed.

"Yeah…I know…"

Bobby traced his fingers up her shoulder and into her hair, brushing the strands behind her ear.

"And I doubt that you'll never lose your touch," he said and then leaned over to kiss her.

He resumed his drawing of intricate, uniform patterns on her back and she watched him with lazy and content eyes.

"This is nice…we need to do this more…" she said as her eyes slipped close.

He smirked. "I-I've always thought we had a very healthy sex life."

She smiled and looked up at him.

"That's not what I meant," she said with an expression of mock annoyance.

"I know…"

"I know you know," Alex said. "I mean, as much as I love Mad and miss her when she's not here…we need to make a point to set time aside like this…just us…"

Bobby nodded.

"Well…we-we'll try harder," Bobby said. "Do-do you think she's all right tonight at Carrie's?"

"If she wasn't one of them would have called by now," Alex said.

Bobby nodded and then leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on her shoulder.

They were quiet and watched each other, while Bobby continued to paint invisible portraits on her back.

With a sigh, Bobby pushed himself off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alex asked.

"My feet are falling asleep hanging off the side like that," he said. "Can we lie down like normal people?"

Alex softly groaned and then forced herself to move, crawling up to her pillow and getting under the covers.

She caught Bobby smiling at her as she settled on her stomach.

"You do realize that you're not going anywhere right now, right?" Alex asked.

Bobby nodded before turning out the bedside lamp and finally climbed under the covers. She snuggled against him and they both drifted to sleep.

Around three Bobby woke up and his fingers began to travel up Alex's ribs to the upper crest of her breast. She slowly woke as he planted light kisses on her head, cheeks, eyes, and nose, and then they made love again in the slivers of light that showed through the part in the curtains.