CHAPTER RATED "M" for Explicit Sex - seriously

A/N - If you've already read this chapter and, for some reason, you're re-reading it, you may notice a few 'tweaks.' I thought it could be a little better.

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Chapter 5 - Hope

"Bobby… close your eyes," she whispered. "And keep them closed."

Seeing no need to argue, Bobby did as she asked and Alex began to serve him what would be a feast of sensory pleasures.

The whisper of a silk tie sliding under the collar of a cotton dress shirt. The taste of Alex and too-sweet coffee. Fingers grazing his chest while buttons were undone. Fabric sliding down his arms and the smell of his cologne mixed with fresh sweat as his tee-shirt was tugged over his head. Alex's warm breath and small, teasing licks of her tongue caressing his skin. Palms smoothing over the muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest. Hums of approval.

He tried to wrap his arms around her, but Alex gripped his forearms and pushed them down to his sides. "Be still," she breathed against his skin.

The jangle of a belt buckle, the rasp of a zipper. Blessed release for hard, straining flesh. Cool air on hot skin before a small hand wrapped around him, stroking and caressing. Her thumb swirling pearlescent fluid over the curve of sensitive flesh. A groan he recognized as his own.

Alex was lowering herself before him, pulling on his arms until he sat on the couch. She needed only a little help to have him totally naked with her kneeling between his knees.

To his total frustration, she was still fully-clothed. Bobby tried to slide her jacket off, but Alex held his wrists and again pushed him away.

Her hand on him, setting an even pace along his entire length. Her tongue teasing his flat nipple, teeth grazing it then catching the hard tip in a gentle nip. Soft kisses trailing from his chest down to his stomach.

Bobby swallowed hard in anticipation of where this was leading.

A pause in sensations, sweet moist breath replaced her hand, and then Bobby died. He knew he died because heaven engulfed him, and it was warm and wet with a silken tongue. Lips firmly encircled him and slid down his length ahead of the suction that pulled him deeper. The slide back up included teeth that could threaten injury, but instead gently scraped sensitized skin and brought him to screaming awareness.

Maddeningly steady rhythm of mouth sucking, lips tugging, tongue stroking.

If he weren't already dead she would be killing him.

Bobby fisted the edges of the couch cushion to keep from gripping her head and forcing more than she could take. He needed to thrust but couldn't and in his head two words pleaded in time to Alex's tempo – no… more… no… more… no…

"No more!" He grabbed her upper arms and pulled Alex up to his chest. One hand wrapped around the back of her head, holding her in place as he slanted his mouth over hers and pushed his tongue between her lips. She opened to him and he tasted his own brine and musk in the warm recess of her mouth. Alex's tongue slid along his and Bobby's self-control was ready to snap.

His free hand was at the button and zipper of her pants trying to open them, but the angle was awkward and he grunted against her mouth in frustration. "Take these off," he groaned.

Alex pulled away and stood before him. She kicked off her shoes then quickly shimmied out of her slacks and panties while Bobby enjoyed the show. Her jacket landed somewhere near his arm chair.

Too slowly to suit him, Alex climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and running her hands over his chest. "This too," he said and he pulled the sleeveless sweater over her head. He considered removing her bra, but it was black lace and sexy as hell so it stayed.

Her mouth was on his and Bobby again cradled her head, controlling the kiss as his tongue stroked and caressed inside her. His other hand was at the small of her back, pressing her closer to him and he felt wet softness against hard heat. Alex raised up and slid her hand between their bodies, holding and positioning him before pushing back down to his lap. His groan blended with her whimper as her body took all of him in one slow slide.

One hand cupped a lace-covered breast and his thumb teased her nipple through the fabric. As he slowly pushed his hips up into her, Alex sucked his tongue and he swallowed her sweet cry of need.

When she started to move, her sensuous rhythm stroked him with velvet heat. She set a deliberate pace – he controlled the kiss, but she controlled this. Already pushed so close to the edge, he was now desperate for air. Bobby broke away from their kiss, panting against her neck. He gripped her hips and held on as he bucked into her and she rocked against him on the upstroke. Black lace rubbed against his chest – her mouth nipped and soothed small bites on his shoulder.

And then he knew she was ready to come. Alex gasped and her hands gripped his shoulders. "Bob…bee…" she sobbed into his ear before her hips pumped hard against him. Her head was thrown back and she arched into him as her orgasm hit hard and fast. She hoarsely called out for him, gasping with each wave of ecstasy. Bobby's own shouts of release echoed – his body tensed. He thrust up into her, shuddering as his semen hotly spilled from him and his thighs flexed to bury himself as deeply as possible.

With a low moan, she collapsed onto his chest and nestled her head against his neck. Placing soft kisses on his shoulder, Alex whimpered as she rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. Bobby relaxed into the comfort of the couch and buried his face in her damp hair, breathing her in.

Her fingers caressed his neck, playing with the hair that had grown too long and was in need of a cut. She seemed to be enjoying the short curls.

"You know something?" she murmured against his shoulder.

"Hmmm… ?"

She sat up straight and brought her hand up to rest against his cheek. "You have…" she rubbed her thumb back and forth over his bottom lip, "the biggest …" on the next pass, he kissed her thumb, "smile."

His eyebrows shot up. "Really."

"Um hmmm…" she hummed as her hips continued a slow rhythm.

"Smile. That's what you're going with," he said with a healthy dose of skepticism.

Alex caught her bottom lip between her teeth and he could tell she was fighting against a large grin. "Um hmmm…."

"That's not my smile you're riding." Her grin broke through and she started to laugh. "Although…" Bobby grabbed her waist and she yelped in surprise. Pulling her off his lap, he flipped her to lay on her back on the couch beside him, one leg bent beneath her and the other draped across his thighs. Alex was laughing so hard she was breathless. Chuckling, he took pity on her and settled for satisfying himself by smoothing her hair from her face as her laughter died down to a smile.

Sighing, Bobby laid his palm on her stomach and spread his fingers wide. He supposed that the skin and muscle beneath his hand weren't as taut and smooth as they once were, but that didn't matter to him. He was awed by the fact that this time he would be here to see her abdomen grow and swell with life.

"How long until I can feel him?"

"Him?"

"Her…?"

Alex indulgently shook her head and gave him a crooked smile. "Sometime in the sixth month."

"Six months!"

"Maybe late in the fifth," she soothed.

Suddenly he needed to be out in the world with her and this new life of their creation. He brought his hands up to massage her calf. "I feel like doing something crazy."

"Crazier than having a child with your partner of six years?" Alex exaggerated her shocked expression.

He bent her leg and brought her knee up so he could kiss it. "That may be one of the sanest things I've ever done."

Alex's face sobered and her eyes softened.

"We need to do something to commemorate this day." He was now excited about the idea and cast about in his mind for something… unusual. "When's the last time you rode the Circle Line?"

"The Circle Line. The three-hour-boat-tour-around-the-island Circle Line?" Alex sounded appalled. "Third grade."

"What do you say?"

"I…" she started to protest he could tell, but then relented with a large sigh. "Okay." Funny how quickly he'd learned just what look to use to get his own way. But then again, she had a hundred ways of her own so it was hardly a fair fight.

"Great!" Bobby lightly slapped her thigh. "C'mon, get up. We have to get going if we want to make the next departure."

"You know the schedule?" Alex asked as he slid out from under her tangle of legs to stand up. He was about to reply when she groaned, "Never mind." He grinned then bent down to pick up his shirt.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah." He paused in gathering his clothes from the floor and looked up to see her lying on his couch stretching like a contented cat with a mysterious smile. God, he loved this woman.

Alex rolled onto her side and propped her head on one hand. "Yes."

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For years after he would tease her that she only said 'yes' to get him into bed so she wouldn't have to ride the damn Circle Line – not that he was complaining.

End.

A/N-1: I never know whether or not people who leave reviews want to hear from the author, so I don't always do replies. Instead I'll take this opportunity to thank everyone for the encouragement and positive feedback. It's gratifying to me that my stories have been well-received in this fandom, especially "Progeny" and "Hope" since they're so different from what I usually write.

A/N-2: I can pretty much guarantee there will not be a sequel to this story. I will leave the "Married With Children" Bobby and Alex to the authors who do it so well, InfinityStar and B.Cavis ("The Natural" is a personal favorite!) to name just a couple.