TITLE: Once Upon a Movie Night Chapter Four

AUTHOR: Tubbie

RATING: T or that thing we know as PG to be safe

BETAed by: Linda

Ok, I know this is a short chapter, I will wrap this story up in the next chapter.

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Chapter 4

As Alex began walking down the hall, she could sense the light beginning of a buzz coming on. It was warm and fuzzy. She opened Bobby's bedroom door and flipped on the light. The muted light of the bedroom was easier on her laden eyes. Between the drinks and lateness of the hour sleep was faintly calling to her.

As she looked around the room she thought something was different. The room seemed smaller? Then she noticed it - the biggest bed she had ever seen. "Bobby, did you blow a whole week's pay on this?"

He came up behind her with drinks in hand. "More like two weeks, actually. Uh, do you think it's…"

"It's amazing. You know, I wondered how you ever slept on that single bed you had."

"Years of being used to the comforts of a military bunk bed." He held out her drink, and she took it. "It's a plus King size. I had to order it specially. It's has a no motion mattress, with a form memory, and… oh, just sit on it. You'll see what I mean."

Alex sat on the foot end of the bed, extending her right arm, palm open and down, applying pressure into the mattress. "Hey, that is nice. It's firm, but soft." She then popped off her shoes, set her drink on the floor, and laid belly down with her elbows bent to prop up her head. "Ok, so maybe you are a skirt chasing cad after all."

Bobby set his glass down on the nightstand, and sat on the bed. He removed his shoes and then leaned back against the headboard. He tossed a pillow to the foot of the bed for Alex. "Is that what your magical mind reading skills tell you?"

"Who buys a motionless mattress for one? Sure, you're a big guy, but you have acres of bed here."

He shrugged. "The only way I could get the length I wanted was to get the width as well."

"It's a great bed," Alex felt another yawn sneaking up. "And it is making me want to head home to my bed."

"Alex, it's late, and cold outside, why, why not just stay here. I know you find my couch comfortable."

"Right…" Alex smiled. "The early morning times I've crashed on your couch were after all night stake outs. When Deakins had the mercy to let us grab a couple hours before hitting the streets again. I don't know if I can survive the couch longer than two hours."

"Sleep here." Bobby indicated the bed they were upon.

Alex suppressed a cough, and for about a nanosecond she felt very sober.

"You can have that 20 acres and I'll take this 20 acres." Bobby raised his hand in a boy scouts salute and added, "I promise not to bite."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Dinner, a movie, getting drunk, and now a sleep over. You're good with this."

"Alex, are you good with this ?" Bobby asked quietly, thinking he may have stepped over the line.

She looked at him, trying to find a reason to go. Nevertheless, she felt safe and comfortable. Moreover, if she told herself the truth, she wanted to stay as much as he wanted her to stay.

"I'm too tired to argue a dozen reasons why we shouldn't be good with this. So, yeah I'm good with this."