Alex woke up with a pleasant ache running throughout her body. She rolled over, colliding with a very warm masculine chest.
"Morning," came Bobby's voice.
She looked up at him, a grin on her face. "Hi."
"You look beautiful first thing in the morning." He leant down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"I could get used to this," Alex decided, rolling over so that she lay atop him. "Very used to this."
"Me too," Bobby grinned, his hands resting on her hips.
She leant down to kiss him, her hands cupping his face. Bobby kissed her back, his hands going around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
With a smirk, Alex's hand slid down between them.
Bobby groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Alex…"
"Ready for another round?" she said, sliding her hands up his chest.
He leant up, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as his reply. Alex moaned and pressed her body closer to him.
She collapsed against him, taking deep breaths as her arms wrapped around him. Bobby smiled and his hands stroked up and down her back.
"Good morning," he whispered in her ear, his hand brushing some hair away so he could see her face.
Alex looked up at him and smiled. "Morning."
They kissed softly, their bodies twining around each other.
"At least we don't have to go to work today," Bobby said.
"That would be an impossibility," Alex replied.
Bobby smirked, kissing her again as he moved to lie on his side, Alex in his arms. He frowned momentarily and grabbed the sheet, covering her.
"Bobby…what's going on?" Alex asked, as she watched him get up, pulling on a pair of trousers and sidling towards the window.
He shrugged as he turned back to her. "I could have sworn I saw someone looking in the window."
"We're in a town in the middle of nowhere with nosy residents. Come back here."
Bobby flashed her a smile. "You're right. What could possibly go wrong out here?"
Deakins glanced at the files Carver had handed him. "Could these crooks be any MORE dangerous?" He sighed and closed the file. "What are we going to do now?"
Carver sat down. "We can't do anything."
"They're sitting ducks."
"And legally, we don't have a leg to stand on."
"Surely there's a loophole or something."
"I checked. There's nothing."
"So we're entrusting Goren and Eames to the Feds?"
"And Detectives Goren and Eames to their intelligence and training. And a whole lot of luck."
