A Law and Order: Criminal Intent fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the L&O:CI characters don't belong to me and I'm not making any money off them. Only the story belongs to me and I'm still not making any money.
A very naughty story about Bobby, Alex and the joys of exfoliation. Very mature themes, adult topics and some coarse language. Enjoy and review!
"Sugar? I never thought about using it like that. Seems like it would be abrasive." Alex's voice stopped Bobby Goren in his tracks. From his vantage point he could see her slight form in the back of the room, standing close to one of their female coworkers. Both women held coffee cups in their hands, but the conversation wasn't about sweetening their beverages, the detective realized as he stepped back until he was hidden from their view.
"Yeah, that's what I thought at first, too, but it's really great", the woman next to Alex replied. "Just stir some apple juice into the sugar until it holds together, then add a few drops of your favorite essential oil and bingo! You've made the finest exfoliating treatment this side of Manhattan's fanciest day spa!" Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper as Alex drew closer and Bobby strained to make out her words. "Then you apply the stuff to your wet skin and rub it in until the sugar is melted, which only takes a minute or two. Rinse, dry and don't even think about a moisturizer! Honestly Alex, you won't believe how soft your skin will feel! Not that you need much help in that department ...", the woman added with a tinge of jealousy in her voice and the eavesdropping detective grinned.
Alex did have great skin, at least what he'd seen of it appeared to be flawless. Her pixie face was blessed with that peaches and cream complexion people liked to remark upon. Apart from the slightest casual contact he'd never really touched her bare skin, but it looked soft, particularly the nape of her neck and the tiny hollow just below her throat. The idea of rubbing sticky sugar onto what was already smooth didn't make much sense to him, but he knew that the concept of exfoliation was of great interest to many women. The malic acid of the apple juice combined with the crystalline texture of the sugar would be slightly abrasive, Bobby mused as he considered the appeal of rubbing such a mixture into one's skin. It had to be one of those girl things, he decided and continued on his way. It was unusual to see proper and eminently professional Alex discuss beauty secrets, but in some ways it was also nice. It added yet another dimension to her already interesting character.
A few minutes later Alex joined him at their work station. He looked up from the paper he'd been reading and their eyes met. "So what's on for today?", she asked and Bobby shrugged. "There's no new case, so I'm just catching up with paper work", he replied and Alex nodded, a tiny smile lurking in the corners of her expressive mouth. "Are you going to keep that file for yourself or are you going to let me in on the fun?", she asked and Bobby gathered up the thick stack of forms. Alex reached for the file and for just a fraction of a second their fingers touched. A tiny spark of white-hot electricity ran up his arm until a warm feeling lodged in his chest and his heart rate increased. "This is either arousal or I'm having a stroke", Bobby thought as he quickly pulled his hands back. Suddenly his shirt collar appeared to be made of sand paper and the crotch of his pants was uncomfortably tight. "No, it's definitely not a stroke", he thought and suppressed an urge to squirm in the chair to free his growing erection from the entangling confines of his underwear. Mercifully no one noticed his predicament, least of all his partner, and his hard-on deflated when he saw that Alex's peachy cheeks remained untouched by a blush of understanding. She was unaffected by their fingers chance meeting, and why should it be otherwise, he chided himself. They were colleagues, partners, casual buddies even, but they weren't lovers nor were they even close friends. So why was he feeling like a horny teenager, set off by the contact of fingertips to pant after the coworker he'd known for years? He'd gone through that phase when they'd first partnered up and suffered through many uncomfortable moments while Alex remained blissfully unaware of his need, just as she was now. Back then he'd been grateful for her aloofness, but now he knew that the erotic obsession had returned full force and once again he'd have to deal with it.