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 this fic belongs to me, and the recipe for the sugar scrub, but I'm still not making any money!
A very naughty fic about Bobby, Alex and the joys of exfoliation continues. Very mature themes, adult topics, some coarse language.
A/N: sweets for the sweet!
It was the sugar scrub, Bobby decided. Or more precisely, it was the image of Alex rubbing the stuff onto her moist skin until she glistened. And the thought of her asking him to lick the sweetness from her most secret places while the hot water of the shower pounded down upon them didn't help his equilibrium much either. He shook his head to clear that last picture from his mind and noted that the young man behind the counter was eyeing him suspiciously. "Your order will be ready in a moment, sir", the kid mumbled and Bobby stepped aside to let the patron behind him order. The warm air was saturated with the pungent scents of Chinese food and his stomach rumbled in anticipation. "Got to feed the machine", he thought. Although he'd spent most of the day pushing papers around he felt as if he'd just finished one of those 12 mile ruck sack marches the army had frequently sent its soldiers on. Even back then he'd been too bulky to finish the course in fast time, but he'd still loved the exertion. There was nothing like fresh air and punishing exercise to clear one's mind. And raise huge blisters on one's feet, he added as an afterthought as his lips curled into a tiny smile. The kid was staring again and suddenly Bobby felt an urge to give him something to look at. But instead of leaping upon the counter and tapping out a jig between the tooth pick dispenser and the stack of menus he simply picked up his order, paid and left the tiny restaurant.
Once safely at home he placed the bag on the dining set table, which wasn't an easy task. It required a rearrangement of the copious amounts of reading materials he'd stacked up in overflowing piles, but he managed to make room for his dinner. It would be easier to eat in the kitchen, but that brought up the image of his father chewing on a sandwich over the sink while the TV illuminated his sad excuse of a swinging bachelor's pad. Bobby hung up his coat and jacket and noted the complete absence of sound in the building. Usually some type of background noise was present, but today the sepulchral silence was getting on his nerves and he quickly turned on the TV and switched channels until he'd found something interesting. The flickering screen was filled with beautiful towel-wrapped women receiving some kind of massage from their enthusiastic and well toned attendants. Bobby watched with wry amusement until the correspondent stated that a regular exfoliation treatment was vitally important to maintain the health and attractive appearance of one's skin.
He sighed and switched off the TV. What did he care about that? Nothing, he thought and pulled the food cartons closer. The reporter had made it sound as if epidermal buildup was one of the great dangers facing people today, and all who didn't submit to regular treatments were doomed to choke under their accumulated load of dead skin cells. And worst of all he was once again thinking about Alex. Sweetly sugared, moist, receptive and soft skinned Alex beckoning him to join her in the shower of earthly delights ...He opened a carton and stared at the contents in dumb founded amazement. Instead of the succulent morsels of sweet and sour pork he'd ordered a congealed mass of thin white strands suspended in a brownish sauce stared back at him and he quickly closed the box. That stupid kid had been so busy staring he'd mixed up the orders. Or maybe he'd done it on purpose, the detective thought grimly. Right now somebody was eating his dinner while he was stuck with gloppy sesame noodles. And to finish off the unpleasant experience he'd discovered that the fortune cookie contained no fortune, but only a small hole in the bottom.
"Figures," he mumbled as he dumped the carton into the trash can and reached for the soda. The sharp lemon-lime flavor washed away the last traces of queasiness, but now he was done with dinner and wondered what to do next. He should've gone out to try his luck somewhere, short term companionship was easy enough to find and he could've worked off this nervous energy. What were his colleagues doing on a fine night like this, he wondered. Deakins and Carver were most likely at home enjoying the warm and reassuring company of their wives and kids, but like himself Alex Eames had no one to go home to. At least he didn't think she was currently seeing anyone, Bobby thought while he wracked his brain for evidence to the contrary. No, she still lived alone and it didn't seem to bother her, he mused as he strolled out of the kitchen.
In fact, very little apart from crime and the suffering of innocents seemed to really bother Alex. He'd wondered about that until he'd understood that she was too grounded to let their often grisly and disturbing work get to her. Alex was supremely well balanced and confident and she walked that narrow line between professional involvement and personal detachment better than anyone he knew. Bobby liked that about her, and he also liked that calm, slightly mischievous certainty she exuded like a sweet perfume. Self doubts weren't for Alex, nor did anxieties of any kind seem to trouble her. And why should they, he thought as he stepped into the bathroom. Alex was very good at what she did and she had the support system of a happy and loving family to fall back on. He envied her for that and memories of his fractured origin threatened to rise from the churning whirlpool of his mind. He needed to distract himself before he'd once again chew over what had once been and could never be changed.
Bobby quickly undressed and carelessly tossed his clothes into a corner. The cold air made his skin rise in goose bumps and he decided to skip a shower and treat himself to a bath Japanese style. He turned on the hot water faucet and watched as the tub filled up and billowing clouds of steam rose. Bobby dipped his elbow into the water and quickly pulled out again. It was very hot, exactly the way he liked it. Slowly and carefully he pushed his big body into the water and sat still until the burning sensation subsided. His tense muscles relaxed and he sighed in contentment. The conversation he'd overheard earlier played on a constant loop in his mind, and images of Alex appeared before his closed eyes. What if she were here now? Would she recoil in disgust at the sight of him sitting in the tub with a rapidly growing hard-on or would she hop in and join him for some fun? "Yeah, right!", he mumbled as salty perspiration made his eyes sting. Alex had never shown any inclination to take their relationship beyond what the job demanded, and in some ways he was glad for that. If they'd become lovers their professional relationship would have suffered, he was sure of that. Work romances were notorious for rarely succeeding. Besides, the point was moot anyway. Bobby rubbed his chin and felt the beard stubble move under his fingers. Try as he might, he couldn't drive the picture of a sugar coated Alex from his mind. "This can't go on", he muttered as he rose from the water and reached for a towel.