Author's Note: I have no idea where this came from. My artsy meter, my philosophical meter and smut meter are all a little out of wack and thus came this. The quote at the end is possibly the best, prettiest, incredibly quote ever. Ironically I found it after I wrote this, lol. Ah, man, I love this piece. This one goes on the wall, lol.

Title: Therefore My Silence
Author: GusTheMoose
Theme/Set: On Fire/Criminal Intent
Rating: R
Claim + additional character(s): Alex Eames/Bobby Goren
Warning: Adult situations
Summary: So, when there is a moment of silence, she appreciates every moment of it.

Alex Eames is a woman who appreciates silence. Her job, her family, her whole life seems to be a constant source of noise. So, when there is a moment of silence, she appreciates every moment of it.

And this silence is the best. Bobby is asleep, and she just gets to watch. The early morning light is seeping through the curtains, just enough to highlight stubble and muscle. She wants to gently trace the curve of his cheek, but resists because it's so much fun to watch and remember.

She can still feel Bobby's hands on her, in her and it leaves her with a feeling close to rapture. She loves the way Bobby will linger with her. He just seems to flit into her mind and his ghost hands will slide over her at odd moments.

She'll be at work, reading some report or another and poof there's Bobby whispering delicious promises in her ear. How the heck is she supposed to think about foot print sizes and gun powder residue when he's pacing around her mind?

But, now that Bobby's taken up residence in her head, she never wants anyone else there. She never wants anyone else in her bed, near her body, or in her life. She has Bobby, in all his presence, real or remembered, and it fills her up like nothing else ever has.

It's all because Bobby is like no one else on Earth. There is no twin for Bobby, Alex is sure, because there can't be anyone like Bobby. And thank God for that. Alex loves Bobby, but she's not sure if she can handle two Bobbies. If one Bobby can make her feel such torturous pleasure and peaceful love, two Bobbies would have her spontaneously implode.

And then his eyes are opening, and he's sleepily smiling at her. His arm tightens, drawing her in closer and he kisses her. Yes, Alex Eames loves silence and this man, her partner and lover, understands that.

So as he makes love to her, he talks with his hands, leaving fiery words of desire on her skin. He prays to her with his lips, reverent and worshipful and she can only respond in kind. Her hands speak need and acceptance. Her lips accept his prayers and grant him every wish. And they find completion together with only a gentle gasp and whispered "I love you"s.

I must tell you that I was always afraid of the fury with which I loved you. It overwhelmed me. I thought it was beyond comprehension, therefore my silence. – Henry Rollins