Rescue
part two
by mardel
R
I just borrowed them for the story
Claire had been unable to concentrate on her work ever since that day on the beach.
She kept replaying the sight of Bobby, shirtless and wet in her mind.
As often as she saw Darien half naked, and let be honest he had a very nice build.
It didn't make her knees go weak, or her heart pound faster. But that one look at
Bobby and she found herself behaving like a teen age girl. She had trouble speaking
to him, tripping over her tongue. Staring at him when he wasn't looking.
She though Darien had notice her strange behavior, but she wasn't sure.
If he had notice she was sure he would have teased her about it. Darien never
passed up the chance to tease people. He as incorrigible in that way.
She didn't even understand her reaction. Bobby's build was amazing, all muscle
and dark accent hair. His abdomen taunt and flat, with a ripple of abdominal muscles
visible above his navel. But she'd never responded to his type before.
His type that sounded sexist, but Bobby Hobbes was different from her past relationships.
They had been intelligent, somewhat cool scientist types. Bobby was intelligent but he
was hot blooded, masculine and powerful. Traits not obvious in her past partners.
As often as he had flirted with her, Claire had not taken him seriously. It was part of
his way of dealing with the world. She had always felt before that if she had accepted
one of his proposals that they go to dinner he wouldn't have known what to do.
Not in a relationship, but with her, because he never expected her to say yes.
It would have throw him, she'd been sure.
Now she was anything but, sure he might not have expected her to take him up
on his offer to join him for dinner. But she was very sure he would cover his shock
and provide her with a entertaining dinner companion. Not to mention the after
dinner recreation. Claire fanned her face, she was getting hot and bothered just
thinking about what it might be like with Bobby.
"Earth to Claire?" Darien said, grinning.
"OH! Darien I didn't hear you come in." She whirled around to see him standing just
behind her. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, I was wondering, when you gave me my shot this morning. It hurt like it always
does, but then a little while later when we were driving to the stake out. My arms started
to burn, is that good or bad?'
"Let me check, take a seat please." Claire rolled up his sleeve, and saw there was a slight
redness at the injection site, it was possible she had missed the vein just a tiny bit, and
a small amount of counter agent had leaked under his skin.
"I'll put a dressing on it, and some cream. If it started to itch don't scratch and
call me at once. I think it will be fine. But stop by tomorrow and let me check."
"Got ya, Claire thanks." Darien watched her, as she applied cream to the spot then
wrapped a gauze bandage around his arm.
"Are you OK, you seemed a little jumpy when I came in?"
"Did I? I was thinking."
"You know Claire I've confided in you, you can do the same if something is troubling
you." He looked sideways at her, trying to see her eyes.
"Thank you Darien I appreciate your offer. But I'm not sure this is a topic I can
discuss with you."
"Is it about Bobby?"
Claire looked up shocked that he knew. She moved back to her supply table, her back
to him.
Darien jumped down from the table and put his hand on her back. "He's really getting
to you, isn't he?'
"How did you know?" she closed her eyes, the feel of his hand on her back nice but
it wasn't the hand she wanted to touch her.
"I saw your reaction to him on the beach the other day. It was like lighting struck or
something. That was the first time you ever noticed Hobbes. As a man, I mean, wasn't
it?"
" Yes," Claire admitted.
"And now when he flirts with you it's different?"
"Yes,"
"There's no reason you can't accept his invitation to dinner Claire." Darien told her,
"I think you two would be a great couple."
He felt her tense up under his hand, " Or is there a reason?'
"Hey Fawkes do you want a ride home or not?" Bobby was standing in the door way.
"Claire?'
" It's alright please go."
"I'll see you tomorrow. Hey, Hobbes, wait up." Darien moved towards the door.
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"Hobbes, do you really have a thing for the Keep? Or is it all for show?"
"What are you talking about?" Bobby glanced at his partner, as he drove him home.
"You flirt with her almost every time you see her. Do you like her, you know 'like'
as in really want to date her."
"I've told you before Partner, Bobby Hobbes doesn't fish off the company pier."
"Yeah, I know but tell me, if she didn't work for the same agency would you
want to date Claire?'
"What's with the third degree Fawkes, are you thinking about asking her out?
She's your keeper, that's not a good idea." Bobby said, sounding worried. Like
Darien was infringing on his territory.
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
" Not, and I don't think you should go there my friend. Claire is special and you
don't know how to treat a lady like her."
Darien frowned, "Why do you say that?"
"I've seen the women you've dated, not in the same class, buddy not by a long shot."
Bobby pulled the van to the curb in front of Darien's place.
" Get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."
"Yeah, right I'll see ya." Darien climbed down out of the van.
end part two
part two
by mardel
R
I just borrowed them for the story
Claire had been unable to concentrate on her work ever since that day on the beach.
She kept replaying the sight of Bobby, shirtless and wet in her mind.
As often as she saw Darien half naked, and let be honest he had a very nice build.
It didn't make her knees go weak, or her heart pound faster. But that one look at
Bobby and she found herself behaving like a teen age girl. She had trouble speaking
to him, tripping over her tongue. Staring at him when he wasn't looking.
She though Darien had notice her strange behavior, but she wasn't sure.
If he had notice she was sure he would have teased her about it. Darien never
passed up the chance to tease people. He as incorrigible in that way.
She didn't even understand her reaction. Bobby's build was amazing, all muscle
and dark accent hair. His abdomen taunt and flat, with a ripple of abdominal muscles
visible above his navel. But she'd never responded to his type before.
His type that sounded sexist, but Bobby Hobbes was different from her past relationships.
They had been intelligent, somewhat cool scientist types. Bobby was intelligent but he
was hot blooded, masculine and powerful. Traits not obvious in her past partners.
As often as he had flirted with her, Claire had not taken him seriously. It was part of
his way of dealing with the world. She had always felt before that if she had accepted
one of his proposals that they go to dinner he wouldn't have known what to do.
Not in a relationship, but with her, because he never expected her to say yes.
It would have throw him, she'd been sure.
Now she was anything but, sure he might not have expected her to take him up
on his offer to join him for dinner. But she was very sure he would cover his shock
and provide her with a entertaining dinner companion. Not to mention the after
dinner recreation. Claire fanned her face, she was getting hot and bothered just
thinking about what it might be like with Bobby.
"Earth to Claire?" Darien said, grinning.
"OH! Darien I didn't hear you come in." She whirled around to see him standing just
behind her. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, I was wondering, when you gave me my shot this morning. It hurt like it always
does, but then a little while later when we were driving to the stake out. My arms started
to burn, is that good or bad?'
"Let me check, take a seat please." Claire rolled up his sleeve, and saw there was a slight
redness at the injection site, it was possible she had missed the vein just a tiny bit, and
a small amount of counter agent had leaked under his skin.
"I'll put a dressing on it, and some cream. If it started to itch don't scratch and
call me at once. I think it will be fine. But stop by tomorrow and let me check."
"Got ya, Claire thanks." Darien watched her, as she applied cream to the spot then
wrapped a gauze bandage around his arm.
"Are you OK, you seemed a little jumpy when I came in?"
"Did I? I was thinking."
"You know Claire I've confided in you, you can do the same if something is troubling
you." He looked sideways at her, trying to see her eyes.
"Thank you Darien I appreciate your offer. But I'm not sure this is a topic I can
discuss with you."
"Is it about Bobby?"
Claire looked up shocked that he knew. She moved back to her supply table, her back
to him.
Darien jumped down from the table and put his hand on her back. "He's really getting
to you, isn't he?'
"How did you know?" she closed her eyes, the feel of his hand on her back nice but
it wasn't the hand she wanted to touch her.
"I saw your reaction to him on the beach the other day. It was like lighting struck or
something. That was the first time you ever noticed Hobbes. As a man, I mean, wasn't
it?"
" Yes," Claire admitted.
"And now when he flirts with you it's different?"
"Yes,"
"There's no reason you can't accept his invitation to dinner Claire." Darien told her,
"I think you two would be a great couple."
He felt her tense up under his hand, " Or is there a reason?'
"Hey Fawkes do you want a ride home or not?" Bobby was standing in the door way.
"Claire?'
" It's alright please go."
"I'll see you tomorrow. Hey, Hobbes, wait up." Darien moved towards the door.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Hobbes, do you really have a thing for the Keep? Or is it all for show?"
"What are you talking about?" Bobby glanced at his partner, as he drove him home.
"You flirt with her almost every time you see her. Do you like her, you know 'like'
as in really want to date her."
"I've told you before Partner, Bobby Hobbes doesn't fish off the company pier."
"Yeah, I know but tell me, if she didn't work for the same agency would you
want to date Claire?'
"What's with the third degree Fawkes, are you thinking about asking her out?
She's your keeper, that's not a good idea." Bobby said, sounding worried. Like
Darien was infringing on his territory.
"Are you going to tell me or not?"
" Not, and I don't think you should go there my friend. Claire is special and you
don't know how to treat a lady like her."
Darien frowned, "Why do you say that?"
"I've seen the women you've dated, not in the same class, buddy not by a long shot."
Bobby pulled the van to the curb in front of Darien's place.
" Get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."
"Yeah, right I'll see ya." Darien climbed down out of the van.
end part two