Alex POV

I didn't know what to think when Carolyn introduced us to her friend, but then I saw they way she was looking at Mike. Oh. I guess she changed her mind.

"You guys are going to get married?" I asked, unable to hide my shock.

"Sort of," Carolyn admitted. "Abigail is going to do the ceremony, but we don't have a license, so it's not legally binding."

"But it's emotionally binding. That's what's important, right?" the JOP added.

"Right. What do you think, Mike?" Carolyn asked. He didn't speak, but simply pulled her to him and planted the most intense and passionate kiss I have ever been witness to. I was ready to pull Bobby aside and find our own little deserted area of park.

"I'll take that as a yes," Carolyn said breathlessly when he let her go.

"Well then," Abigail said when Mike nodded enthusiastically. "Let's get started. If you two will stand here, and maybe your friends want to stand up with you."

I moved to stand next to Carolyn and Bobby stood beside Mike. It was such a romantic setting and an impulsive decision…my insides were flip-flopping with emotion.

I watched as Mike took both of Carolyn's hands in his and then he leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"I love you so much," I heard him rumble. Then he stood back and let the ceremony begin.

I took it all in, watching how they looked at each other and listening to the words. I've heard them a hundred times before, once even at my own wedding, but somehow they took on a whole new meaning. And then I felt the heat of Bobby's stare and I looked up to catch his gaze.

Abigail had reached the vows portion of the ceremony. I held Bobby's eyes as I heard her say the words, and she asked Mike to repeat after her. He said the words.

"I, Mike, take you Carolyn…" and then my heart clenched as I realized that Bobby was mouthing the words…to me.

I, Bobby, take you Alex…

He silently completed the entire vow, never taking his eyes from mine. I shifted my gaze between his eyes and his mouth, taking in the movement of his lips as he promised to love, honor and cherish me as long as we both shall live. My cheeks felt warm and my heart was pounding and I just couldn't believe that I had found this wonderful, sweet, and beautiful man. All of the events in my life that led me to be Bobby's partner and eventually his lover. I would never wish for a single thing to be different, or else we might not have ended up here, right here, with me mouthing the vows right back to him.

I, Alex take you Bobby….

And yeah, we could've used our full names. We could've said Robert and Alexandra. But that's not who we were. We were Bobby and Alex or Goren and Eames. And now…now in the midst of this Boston nightmare we had found ourselves a part of…now we were husband and wife. In our minds at least. And wasn't that where it really mattered?

Later, after saying our goodbyes to Abigail Masters and leaving the park, we sat in the hotel bar. It was a surreal little bubble we were living in, only twelve hours away from our second meeting with the top Irish mob boss in Boston.

"Carolyn, that was incredible. What made you think to do that?" I had to ask once we all had our drinks in front of us. Mike had barely been able to take his eyes off of her since that first moment of realization in the park, but now he finally looked at me.

"I asked her last night. To marry me," he clarified. "But she said no."

"I know. She told me," I admitted with a grin. "Doesn't look like she's still saying no to me."

"I…I just…I don't know," Carolyn said in an unusual moment of ineloquence.

"I didn't want there to be any doubt," she finished finally. "I don't want there to ever be any doubt," she said again, turning Mike's face toward her so that she could look him in the eyes. "And if you want to get a license in New York and do this again, then I'm okay with it. But I don't need it. I just need you."

I felt Bobby reach for my hand under the table and I grabbed it, holding on tight.

"How did you find a Justice of the Peace willing to do that, and on such short notice?" Bobby asked, drawing the two lovebirds back into conversation.

"I made a call to an old Bureau colleague. She gave me Abigail's number. I had helped her out years ago when she found herself in the middle of an…unsavory situation."

"Well, it was very creative. I'm impressed," Bobby said. "And a little jealous I didn't think of it myself." I squeezed his hand, but he loosened his grip on me. Before I could wonder about it, I felt his fingers delicately drawing patterns along my palm and my wrist. The flip-flopping began again in earnest. This man is going to be the death of me.

Mike and Carolyn were carrying on a conversation with Bobby, but I couldn't think about anything but his fingers on my skin. I took in a sharp breath as his caress went further up my arm, and I looked up quickly to make sure no one had noticed. Mike and Carolyn were clueless, but Bobby was barely suppressing a smirk. Oh, okay…Two can play that game.

I pulled my hand from Bobby's grasp and placed it firmly on his thigh. His leg tensed immediately and the ghost of a smile disappeared.

"So Dugan seemed appreciative of our help?" I asked, interjecting myself into the conversation and letting a slow grin slide across my face.

"Oh yeah. And he was a charming guy. It's hard to believe he's actually a mobster," Carolyn said.

"And that we helped him?" Mike added with a wry grin.

"Well, if he didn't kill the clerk, then it was only right to help him get off," I said, although I was only partially paying attention to the words. My hand was easing slowly and tortuously up Bobby thigh, squeezing randomly as it progressed. The firm muscles of his leg had not relaxed since my hand had taken up residence there, and I loved the powerful feeling of being able to render him speechless.

"You okay, Goren?" Logan asked when he suddenly noticed Bobby's silence.

"Yeah…um…yeah. Fine. I'm fine."

"You sure? Because you look like you're starting to sweat a little. It's not hot in here," Logan continued.

"I'm fine," Bobby insisted, taking his hand and clamping it down on mine to hold it firmly in place.

Carolyn looked back and forth between me and Bobby and smiled.

"Come on, Mike. I think we've got a wedding night to celebrate. And then tomorrow, we can get the hell out of this city." She stood from the table and we all said our goodnights.

Bobby turned to me and I couldn't keep the laugh from coming out.

"Oh, you think you're funny, do you?" he asked in a mock-threatening voice.

"You started it," I reminded him.

"I'm going to finish it, too," he said, pulling me up from the table. He threw down a twenty from his wallet, and grabbed me by the hand. He barely looked at me while we waited for the elevator, and I wasn't sure what was going through his mind. But then we got in the elevator and the doors closed on us.

He pushed me up against the wall, pinning me in with his sizeable form.

"I've warned you about teasing me," he said gruffly. His lips attacked my throat and his hands worked feverishly to find their way under my shirt.

"I…um…." I had no words. The things he was doing…if he weren't holding me up with his thigh between my legs, I would be in a puddle on the floor.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Were you saying something?"

I have no idea. And to think I had this crazy idea earlier about having some sort of power over him...That was just ridiculous because right now, he had me so worked up I was ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me, right there in the elevator.

And then the car came to a stop and the doors opened. He stepped away, and for a second, I wasn't sure if my legs were going to hold me up, but then Bobby slipped a firm arm around my waist and held my tightly against him.

He didn't speak as we made our way to the room. My heart was racing and I just couldn't think. Couldn't think about a single thing except Bobby. And what he was going to do with those hands and that mouth and his…

"Alex," he whispered as he closed our room door behind us.

"Yeah?"

"Take your clothes off," he commanded. His confident attitude was a huge turn-on and I didn't even stop to consider that I don't take orders from a man. I just quickly and efficiently stripped out of my clothes and left them where they fell, just inside the door.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he rasped, approaching me again and resuming his stroking of my scorching skin. "So beautiful…"

"Bobby, please…" I begged, barely recognizing my own voice. God the things that man could do. He was making me crazy.

"Please what?" he asked. "What do you want?"

"You…I just need you…please…" I murmured, pulling his shirt over his head so that I could feel that skin-on-skin contact I was so desperately seeking. He stopped touching me long enough to slip out of his jeans and then he pushed me back against the wall and without hesitation, plunged straight into me. I shouted out my approval, Bobby having cured me of my inhibitions about being vocal during sex.

And then, from somewhere, I could hear a cell phone ringing. Bobby's.

"Don't," I warned.

"Not a chance," he replied, never slowing.

And then my cell phone started ringing.

"Mother fucker," I yelled. But there was still no way I was answering that phone.

"It could be Ross," Bobby ground out, his breaths coming heavy from exertion.

"I swear to God, Bobby, if you ever say that man's name again while we're having sex…"

And then someone started pounding on the door.

"Go the fuck away," I said, enunciating each word carefully.

"Eames, Goren," Logan said from the hall. I sighed heavily and rested my face against Bobby's shoulder.

"What?" Bobby yelled.

"Open up. We've got a problem. Ross was trying to call you."

"Give me a damn minute," I said crossly. I was moments away from the best damn orgasm of my life – what could be so important?

"We'll finish that," Bobby assured me with a grin as I angrily threw my clothes back on.

"With our luck, the whole damn city is burning down right about now," I said.

As it turned out, it wasn't the city. It was my apartment.

TBC...