Title - When a Girl

Author - Kiley

Rating - PG 13

Pairing - Bobby and Kim

Disclaimer - I do not own these characters... they are not mine... comprende si?

Author Notes - Well, let's see i don't really have much to say now.. maybe later Bobby and Kim wub

Summary -

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When a girl looks at you, with eyes full of questions, she is wondering how long you will be around...

Kim slumped over her cluttered desk as she worked her way through the masses of bills that seemed to acumulate with each passing day. Her calculator battery had long been dead resulting in pages and pages of hand multiplication.

She sighed in impatience. Her lips pursing in aggravation, her hair restless about her shoulder as the portable fan picked up single strands and blew them carelessly. Elegantly she smeared the perspiring remains of her iceblocks from the frosted glass into her collar bone. The summer heat only adding to her accumulating bad mood. Her mind still transfixed on the events of yesterday.

"But we're better off as friends" He sighed, the laughter fading. "Iamb always the friend" He sighed drinking some more of the steaming liquid. "In fact, you know what i learnt from this.."

"What's that Bobby" Kim sighed residing to her previous position, arms folded across her chest, a slight smile apparent on her lips.

"That nice guys finish last.. they always..." Bobby sighed, piercing her eyes with his.. "Finish Last"

She muttered to his name under her breath. Uninvited guilt taking up residence in the pit of her stomach. Her conscious literally grabbing ahold of her and shaking her to her very core, demanding her to open her eyes. To see what he meant to her.

Her teeth pinched her lips accordingly, replaying the emotion behind his eyes he had so blatantly displayed, an urgency of realizing just how much she meant to him, how he could not just have her as friend, how someone like him could love her she had no idea.

In fact. Love. She was completely stumped. Almost paralyzed by the notion. Was it even love? Could he love her.. she knew she could love him, Until one of those tiny details appeared to over ride her lust and desire for him. She knew the type. He could just say one thing wrong and she would obsess about it. Making one tiny thing the catalyst of a destroyed lover and a best friend.

She settled herself back into her chair writhing occasionally in frustration at the numbers that seemed to dance before her and the ever growing conscious that she had hurt Bobby.

Slowly she allowed her index finger to massage away the growing headache she was enduring. Her thumb and forefinger tucking errant strands behind her ears, as her lips pursed once more.

"Kim" She relished the instant realization as she heard his voice outside of her door. The recognition of the sound of his footsteps. She halted in her movement taking time to wonder about how she knew it was his footsteps, how after knowing someone so long you can tell just by the sound of the shuffle of their feet that it's them, you can't really explain it but you know it's them.

Moving her agile physique she shuffled her feet towards the door slightly wondering what the hell he could want at 8 PM on a friday night. Her eyebrow knitted together as she mechanically unlocked her door waiting for that metallic click of conformation.

"Bobby" She stated confused by his appearance. The rugged hair, the flushed cheeks, The panting breath that he bestowed upon her. Picking up errant strands of her fringe standing them fly ways. "What is it.. is everything okay" Her brow creased as he haunched over slightly to catch his breath.

"I need to tell you something" He sighed. Swiping at the sweat that beaded above his brow, against the pinched skin of his forehead.

"You want to come in?" She replied sidling to her right waving him inside of her apartment. "Want something to drink?"

"Water" He gulped silently at the saliva accumulating against the roof of his mouth.

"Ice?"

"Yeah" He panted, following her into the kitchen.

"What's on your mind?" She probed clasping the glass tightly in her hand as she poured in the cool transparent liquid.

"The same thing that's been on my mind since that night" He sighed, Pushing acutely angled hairs back against the calloused finger tips.

Kim sighed frustrated, banging the ice tray against the stainless steel of her sink. "Bobby, c'mon" She sighed once again her anger being spent on the ice tray.

She felt the calm heat of his open palms against the patch of bare skin where her shirt hid ridden up. His sweat mingling with the thin layer of perspiration that had taken residence against her pallid complexion.

"Your Gonna Break it" He smiled pushing her aside, to allow warmer water to melt the ice blocks enough to fall out.

She gulped visibly an unresiding tension settling in the pit of her stomach, her eyes glued to the masculinity of his arms, his broad shoulders.

"We never actually talked much yesterday.. about uh.. which path we are going to take" He smiled sheeplishly watching the ice fall into the already frosted glass.

"You regret it?" she smiled, Lips pursed into a forced smile.

"No" He stated clearly leaning his arms across the bench from where she sat. "It's not returned... i just want things to be the way before..." He returned the forced smile gulping down the refreshing fluid. Placing the glass solidly against the bench top. Seemingly staring at the adjacent patterns.

He felt the coldness of her hands first, against the firmness of his cheek, felt the gentle nudge to face her.

"Kim..." He began breathing deeply, His eyes becoming heavy with uncertainty. "Please... if you don't mean this... I don't know.. if i can deal with that" His breathing increased in uneasiness as her lips edged closer to his.

She allowed her arm to snake around the nape of his neck urging him to move closer towards her, his lips capturing hers, in a gentle tender kiss.

She felt the calloused finger tips at her lower back his tounge swiping over her lower lip for entrance, the slow massaging of his tounge against hers as the kiss deepened. The soft gentle beginnings.

They gazed at each other in silence, each bidding for a decision they knew they had to make.

TBC

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