Warning: This chapter is rated M. I have tried to keep it tasteful and sweet, but it does contain explicit sex. You have been warned. If you are too young to read it, please consider the end of chapter 9 to be the G rated ending. Also, I really hope this doesn't suck. I'm not so good at romantic scenes. Part of this is an exercise in seeing if I can write a sex scene that doesn't suck.

AN: I am sorry this took so long. I am a terrible procrastinator. Again. This is the last chapter of this story.

Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue. Thank you.

Title: Detective Eames Looks at Forty

By: Marion

Chapter: Ten

Alex slid one hand into his hair as he deepened the kiss. She held on to his arm with her other hand, drawing him the rest of the way into her apartment and kicking the door shut with out ever breaking the kiss.

Breathless, Bobby pulled back a little. "You really want me to stay?" he asked, nervousness mixed with desire evident in his voice.

Alex chuckled lightly. "Yes, Bobby," she said, her voice equally heady. "I really want you to stay." She leaned up and kissed his jaw line.

"Do you know what you're asking?"

"Yes," she whispered sultrily, kissing the soft spot behind his ear, just above his jaw line. He shuddered. "I think I can handle you."

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Handle me? Are you sure?" he asked huskily, eyes laughing.

"Promises, promises, Goren," she purred, nipping his earlobe.

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back so he could look at her. "Seriously, Alex. This changes things. Are you sure you want this?"

"Are you looking for an out?" she asked coolly, eyes on his.

"No. I-I'm not."

"Because if you leave now, I'll have forgiven you by Monday. But if we take this further and you run away …"

"I have no intention of running away. I'm not looking for an out, Alex. I just want you to be sure."

"I'm sure, Bobby," she said decisively. He looked like he was about to say more so she held up her hand to stop him. "And if you ask me again, I'll kick you out on principle."

"Well, in that case…" He claimed her lips again.

He slid one large hand to hold her at the small of her back. The other hand brushed back her hair. He kissed along her jaw line to her ear. He ran his tongue over her thrice-pierced ear lobe.

Her hands made short work of unbuttoning his suit jacket. She tugged at it and he allowed her to remove it. She worked on his tie as he kissed her throat. Her lips caught his again as she dropped his tie to the floor with his coat. She tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, running her hands along his stomach.

"At the rate you're going, I'll be naked and you'll still have all your clothes," he whispered playfully.

"I could handle that," she teased, planting a kiss on his newly exposed collarbone as she worked on the buttons of his shirt.

"I can't," he said, pulling her tight to him, hands seeking out the zipper of her dress.

"Hi there, big boy," she said, now able to feel his erection through the layers of fabric that separated them. She nuzzled his neck, drunk with the scent of him. He unzipped her dress, pulling it down off of one shoulder to attack her collarbone with kisses of his own. She moaned, wrapping her leg around his thigh. He put one hand at the small of her back and with the other lifted her off the ground by her hips. She threw her arms around his neck in surprise and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He kissed her deeply as he carried her into her bedroom. There he set her on her feet only long enough to rid her of the dress, before scooping her up and laying her delicately on the bed. He stood back, staring at her reverently as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. She began to blush from his scrutiny, absently laying an arm across her black lace bra.

He tilted his head and reached down to lift her arm away. "Since when are you shy," he said gently.

"You were staring," she said, smiling but still blushing.

"You're beautiful. I can't help it," he said. He took off his belt, kicked off his shoes and knelt on the bed next to her. She sat up and pressed her lips to his as she finished ridding him of his shirt. In one smooth motion he managed to unhook her bra and lay her gently back against the pillows. He removed it and trailed fiery kisses from her throat down the center of her chest, all the way to the top of her short black slip. She shuddered beneath his ministrations and ran her hands over his chest. Teasing his hardened nipples elicited a gasp from him. He sat up, again starring at her reverently before taking her breasts in his skilled hands. She arched her back, pressing herself to him.

He slid a hand beneath her hips and lifted her slightly so he could remove her slip. His eyebrows rose once he'd removed the object in his way. "I didn't know you wore a garter belt," he said, teasing the straps that held up her thigh-high stockings. "Big plans for tonight or something?"

She grinned. "A woman has to be prepared for anything," she said, using his moment of distraction to unbutton his pants. When her hand ventured beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts he gasped. He groaned as her probing fingers caressed the length of him.

"That's not fair," he pretended to whine. "I'm not sure I can figure out how to get this thing off of you with out damaging it."

She laughed and taking pity on him she unhooked the thigh-highs from the garter belt. She took the belt off. Bobby dipped his head to kiss her inner thigh as he pulled off one stocking then the other. She moaned and squirmed beneath this new onslaught. He chuckled against her leg and slid a finger inside the leg band of her panties. "These have got to go," he said, fingers teasing her. She lifted her hips as he deftly removed the offending article of clothing.

He swiped his tongue across her folds as he slipped one long finger inside of her. She arched against his hand. She cried out when a second finger joined the first. "You're driving me crazy," she panted.

Bobby smiled. "I know," he said, breath tickling her thigh. He began to kiss his way back to her mouth, his free hand stroking her side as he continued to tease her with his fingers.

She grabbed his waistband with her hands and pulled his pants and boxers down. She began some teasing of her own and smirked in satisfaction when her ministrations had his breath coming in short gasps. He positioned himself above her. "Alex, are you sure …"

In exasperation she shoved him over onto his back and straddled his hips. She positioned herself and slid onto him in one smooth motion. "Oh, god," she cried out as her hips reached his, he filled her so completely. Her whole body convulsed.

Bobby put his hands on her hips, supporting her as they moved together, finding a rhythm, first fast, then slow, then fast again. She cried out as the rhythm became desperate, and finally collapsed against his chest in the throws of an orgasm. He thrust into her twice more before collapsing limply himself, his arms wrapped loosely around her body.

"Wow," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"Wow, yourself," she said, planting a kiss where her head lay on his chest.

They held each other until their breathing calmed. Alex rolled off of Bobby and curled up on the bed. He curled around her and held her. "Good night, Alex," he breathed in her hair.

"You'll be here in the morning, won't you?" she asked.

He kissed the back of her neck. "Of course."

"Good night, Bobby." With that, Alex Eames snuggled closer to her partner and fell asleep more contently than she had in weeks. If this is what being forty is like, she thought as she drifted off, maybe it's not so bad after all.

THE END

AN: I hope that wasn't too bad. There will eventually be a sequel to this story, but this wraps it up for Detective Eames Looks at Forty. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I hope this is an ending worthy of the support I have received throughout the writing of this story.