Halycon Chivalry Chapter 10
Disclaimer: They're not mine and I have nothing particularly sarcastic to say either.
Author's Notes: Hey there I hope you like this. Don't forget to review!
Thank you SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO much to Amy for writing this, I was like completely out of it!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The elevator door slid shut and it, and its occupants started to ascend. Not being able to help himself because this is the type of person Bobby is, he looks around, and takes in his surrounding, as plain and boring as it is. He notices, from his position behind Alex, that the elevator had been recently cleaned, painted, repaired.
Arriving at the third floor with a ping, the elevator jolted to a halt and as a result, Alex started to once again feel woozy. Her uneasiness had just started to pass, because the unsteady upward inertia of the elevator had ceased, when its doors closed and once again started its upward crawl. As a result of this, and mostly because of the drugs in her system, she ended up losing her balance and fell back into Goren who was standing behind her. Due to his catlike reflexes, he caught her before she hit the deck, and steadied her on her feet; but he didn't remove his protective hold around her waist.
"Are you ok?" he asked, still obviously concerned over her condition.
"Uh . yup. I'm ok. Thanks for catching me," was her quick but not so reassuring reply.
"If you say so," retorted a still very unconvinced Goren. He did after all know that she was everything but 'ok.'
At this moment, another wave of nausea washed over Alex and she silently vowed to never touch cheap beers again, or take assignments like this one ever again. Unsteadily she leaned further into Bobby's warm frame as they continued their seemingly never-ending elevator ride. Before they reached her floor though, Alex passed out cold. Trying to rouse her, Bobby gently slapped her cheeks.
"Alex? Alex?" he gently cooed. "Come on sleepyhead wake up."
His only answer was a series of incoherent mumbling. In fact, the words she muttered didn't even seem to resemble words at all. Sleep, it seemed, was refusing to release her, at least at this very moment in time. Giving up all attempts of waking her, he decided that it would be easiest to just pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.
"Man you're light Alex," he muttered to himself as he lifted her into his arms. It concerned him that she was so light; it looked as though he was going to have to make her eat.
"Oh finally," he all but cheered as they arrived on the fifth floor.
Walking toward her apartment, it suddenly occurred to him that he'd never seen the inside of it. Sure, he knew where she lived and what number it was and all that jazz, but he'd never actually stepped foot inside her home turf. Stopping in front of her door, Bobby just stood and thought.
'How the hell am I supposed to get in?'
Luckily he was saved from having to break in as sleep released Alex from its grasp.
"Uhn . Bobby . Down . can stand . Keys . Back pocket ." was all she disjointedly blabbed out.
It was all Bobby needed, however, as she had basically solved his dilemma semi-unconsciously.
He gently set her down on the ground making sure she landed on her feet and not on her backside, but he kept his own arm still firmly around her waist for support. It was then that he realised that his troubles weren't quite over just yet. She had just mentioned that her keys were in the back pocket of her tight fitting skirt and it appeared to him that Alex had no intention of getting them out.
'Oh boy this should be fun,' he thought as he tried to get his mind out of the gutter. 'This is going to be one hell of a night.'
Quickly he reached into her back pocket and fished around for her keys. He found them and pulled them out, but he wasn't fast enough to stop himself from copping a feel of her firm buttocks from the thin layer of material, which separated his hand from her butt. Awkwardly, he unlocked her door and carried her inside. It was my some small miracle that she had once again lost consciousness.
Playing a quick game of 'search the house and deduce,' Bobby found her bedroom and gently, but unceremoniously dumped his slumbering partner on her bed. He carefully removed her shoes, tossed them somewhere to be found later, and covered her over then left the room.
Plonking himself on her couch, he sighed as he flipped on her TV. This was going to be one hell of a long night for both of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
End of Chapter 10
Please don't whoop my ass for changing most of it but I couldn't help it. And I wouldn't extend this chapter, save further development for chapter 11.
Disclaimer: They're not mine and I have nothing particularly sarcastic to say either.
Author's Notes: Hey there I hope you like this. Don't forget to review!
Thank you SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO much to Amy for writing this, I was like completely out of it!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The elevator door slid shut and it, and its occupants started to ascend. Not being able to help himself because this is the type of person Bobby is, he looks around, and takes in his surrounding, as plain and boring as it is. He notices, from his position behind Alex, that the elevator had been recently cleaned, painted, repaired.
Arriving at the third floor with a ping, the elevator jolted to a halt and as a result, Alex started to once again feel woozy. Her uneasiness had just started to pass, because the unsteady upward inertia of the elevator had ceased, when its doors closed and once again started its upward crawl. As a result of this, and mostly because of the drugs in her system, she ended up losing her balance and fell back into Goren who was standing behind her. Due to his catlike reflexes, he caught her before she hit the deck, and steadied her on her feet; but he didn't remove his protective hold around her waist.
"Are you ok?" he asked, still obviously concerned over her condition.
"Uh . yup. I'm ok. Thanks for catching me," was her quick but not so reassuring reply.
"If you say so," retorted a still very unconvinced Goren. He did after all know that she was everything but 'ok.'
At this moment, another wave of nausea washed over Alex and she silently vowed to never touch cheap beers again, or take assignments like this one ever again. Unsteadily she leaned further into Bobby's warm frame as they continued their seemingly never-ending elevator ride. Before they reached her floor though, Alex passed out cold. Trying to rouse her, Bobby gently slapped her cheeks.
"Alex? Alex?" he gently cooed. "Come on sleepyhead wake up."
His only answer was a series of incoherent mumbling. In fact, the words she muttered didn't even seem to resemble words at all. Sleep, it seemed, was refusing to release her, at least at this very moment in time. Giving up all attempts of waking her, he decided that it would be easiest to just pick her up and carry her the rest of the way.
"Man you're light Alex," he muttered to himself as he lifted her into his arms. It concerned him that she was so light; it looked as though he was going to have to make her eat.
"Oh finally," he all but cheered as they arrived on the fifth floor.
Walking toward her apartment, it suddenly occurred to him that he'd never seen the inside of it. Sure, he knew where she lived and what number it was and all that jazz, but he'd never actually stepped foot inside her home turf. Stopping in front of her door, Bobby just stood and thought.
'How the hell am I supposed to get in?'
Luckily he was saved from having to break in as sleep released Alex from its grasp.
"Uhn . Bobby . Down . can stand . Keys . Back pocket ." was all she disjointedly blabbed out.
It was all Bobby needed, however, as she had basically solved his dilemma semi-unconsciously.
He gently set her down on the ground making sure she landed on her feet and not on her backside, but he kept his own arm still firmly around her waist for support. It was then that he realised that his troubles weren't quite over just yet. She had just mentioned that her keys were in the back pocket of her tight fitting skirt and it appeared to him that Alex had no intention of getting them out.
'Oh boy this should be fun,' he thought as he tried to get his mind out of the gutter. 'This is going to be one hell of a night.'
Quickly he reached into her back pocket and fished around for her keys. He found them and pulled them out, but he wasn't fast enough to stop himself from copping a feel of her firm buttocks from the thin layer of material, which separated his hand from her butt. Awkwardly, he unlocked her door and carried her inside. It was my some small miracle that she had once again lost consciousness.
Playing a quick game of 'search the house and deduce,' Bobby found her bedroom and gently, but unceremoniously dumped his slumbering partner on her bed. He carefully removed her shoes, tossed them somewhere to be found later, and covered her over then left the room.
Plonking himself on her couch, he sighed as he flipped on her TV. This was going to be one hell of a long night for both of them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
End of Chapter 10
Please don't whoop my ass for changing most of it but I couldn't help it. And I wouldn't extend this chapter, save further development for chapter 11.