All right, next chapter. I wanted this one to take on a more light-hearted feel. Or fluff as you guys call it. I finally saw the movie Happy Accidents.

With Vincent D'Onofrio in it, and well, I am just hoping his character doesn't color Bobby in a different light-So don't be surprised if you see a little

of Sam in their...not done on purpose, but visually all the extreme facial expressions was good for my minds picture. Seeing as you write, is half

the fun! So here we go. Thanx for reading.

Cumulated Effects...

The water swirled inside the bottom of the mug. Soapy bubbles rotating counter clockwise. Asking Alex to stay had given me an

uneasy forecast into future problems. I was alarmed, it was strange having her here at all. Always I felt comfortable in her company, never like

now. I felt jumpy as hell. Like I was on a caffeine buzz. As inadequate as a teenage boy, and I hated this. How could I protect Alex when I felt

so helpless myself? At first it was just a nagging, until it hit me like a lightning bolt. I had always managed to squelch I was struck dumb.

Paralyzed in all these new feelings for her. Closing the door proved difficult, so I choose to try a filter instead. How the fuck long had I felt

this way.God I'd been dense!

Earlier I'd been ideally thumbing a book when to my chagrin Alex had entered the room. Unprepared for the sight before me I glanced up

in surprise. More than a little contrite, my mouth went slack, and dry breaths wheezed out past my teeth. I saw my fluffy dark towel wrapped

around the wetness, that was her skin. Thinking in reeling circles-check one detective Goren is still very male, but not much of a gentleman.

I finished, glancing away quickly...Was that the outline of her nipple?

I felt myself tightening in my pants. Damnet- swallowing past the lump forming in my throat, I feigned interest in my book. Until her small white

feet came into view. Bright red polish? Hmmmm...a side of Alex I wouldn't mind digging around in. I found myself considering a nibble, or

a kiss on each brightly colored appendage. She shifted her weight, clearly getting impatient.

''Yes''? I asked. Continuing my study or lack there of in my reading material. ''Look Bobby do you have a ti-shirt or something clean I can borrow''?

Her voice was plain, no worries or untold desires there- What were you expecting Goran to have her pleading for you to fuck her. To have you

crush her body to yours and rip away that towel like a prehistoric alpha male. Keeping her captive while taking what you wanted- Deep breath-just me and

my big stupid enlarging erection. Never more glad for a book at hand. At least my layers were abundant enough, so when I stood it would

hopefully mask my embarrassment. Thank god it was only semi-hard. Stile annoying however.

''Uhh...Bobby are you okay?''- Great how long had I spaced that time. I hope she couldn't read my eyes.

''Third drawer down''. Waiting for her to leave the room. A shower sounded like a good idea. Wait--had I just let someone, namely Alex, enter

my bedroom to paw through my cloths? What if she misplaced something,or..or left a wrinkle?

It had to remain a certain way. Folded tight, crease to crease. Being in the Army had given me an arena in witch to perfect my Obsessive

Compulsive Disorders or O.C.D.'s as some people call them. I just liked things a certain way, without chaos.

Things needed to have order to them. Maybe it was a control issue. After all even when life seems to be falling down all around you. At least their was

a pattern. A constant you could always depend upon. When I knew I could count upon something-always- that's what was needed. Mental

images of sloppy piles of cloths danced before my mind. What if the next time I open the drawer...feeling haunted with possibilities I darted

toward my room. I had to make sure everything was returned to its original location.

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I ignored the urge to get a good lungful of Bobby's bed. He'd probably notice if I wrinkled anything. How would I explain that one?

''Sorry just had to test it out, Bobby dear-just call me Goldie locks''.

Zoning out on the bed I was remembering my thoughts from earlier. I wonder if he would notice if I just hopped on up their, and rubbed

myself agansed his pillows for a while, like a cat. I'm sure my wet spot I left behind would be a give away. Especially after he smelled it.

Witch being Bobby he would, rubbing it between his fingers like it was lotion. What would be my excuse then? I can't even imagine his face

when it was clear, what he held right bellow his nose. All eyes, and open mouth. His adorable little boy expression. It was a hard one to

catch on him, because he was usually so controlled. Rare indeed, and made that much more precious. I sighed best to forgo all these

what ifs. Alex this can't be healthy.

The towel slid to the ground leaving only my underwear, as I turned to find a shirt. Damn even his cloths folding ability was amazing. I hesitated

afraid to touch the masterpiece that lay before me.

And suddenly regretted not locking the door behind me. As Bobby larger than life, and looking more than a little frantic, burst in through the door.

Two handfuls of naked breast became a quick defense. And Bobby's award winning little boy came to a stop so quickly I was afraid he would tumble over his own feet, right into an even more embarrassing situation--naked Alex under apologizing detective.

Squeaking more from reflex from almost colliding than anything else. I stood blinking like a deer caught in the headlights, not just any headlights

Alex your sexy partners headlights. Analyzing the situation in about five seconds, I wished I had the guts to just remove my hands, step forward,

and take care of my growing problem. Instead I did the opposite, yelling at him to get out.

Coming out of his daze he shook his head, and bolted. I wondered if I was as flushed as I felt.

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I came out studying my toes, not planning to say anything unless the ball started in his court. It was his bedroom after all. What had caused me to

think undressing in his room would be a good idea? Well, I had been floating around on clouds ever since this afternoon. While sitting surrounded

by his stuff.I'd consumed alcohol. It had almost felt natural-me, Alex Eames lounging in his apartment, as if I was a permanent fixture.

When he'd taken me under his wing, I'd been relieved-to say the least-I never let myself be supported like that. It would have made me feel weak

in any other situation. Looking back now I saw all the blind spots I'd side-stepped earlier this week. No wonder Bobby was worried about me. I was acting like a damn fool. And the thing was, Bobby was there at the center of things. I could see him perched on his thrown like a deity. When the hell had I

elevated him to such a status in my life. I was being stupid, and reckless, and if I ever gave over to him imagine the power shift. Maybe my imagination

was a likely substitute that the catastrophe that would ensue.

Screw being embarrassed! At least we'd be blue ballen it together now. Satisfaction spread in my smile, he couldn't have not been affected. Surely it

atleast gave him pause to think...Jump starting his labido.Possabilities...I knew I should've taken care of things in the shower. But this exquisite

torcher was almost worth the anticapation.If I waited I knew it would be that much better in the end.

Okay-mabey I did owe him an apology for being so sharp with him, in his room while messing through his drawer.

''I'm sorry''.I said into the silence that had replaced our teasing from before. He looked at me startled.

''Alex its me who barged in''.

''But its your room. I should've known better...I wasn't thinking.I mean you can't walk around naked like that in someone else's room.''As an afterthought

I added''atleast not your partners room''. The last part said in such a low voice, I wasn't sure if he'd realized their was a double meaning until

I looked into his face.

Puzzled...I could tell he was figuring right now. Wheels cranking,hampster running. Whatever controlled his huge brain?

''You should've slapped me I barged in like a, like a..''

''Like you own the place? You do, so stop feeling bad about it. It was an honest mistake...that I made. And I choose not to dwell on it because if I do-

I'll start to overanalyze things. It could make it weird between us''.

Taking Bobby's hand in mine, I tilted my face up to show him I was fine.

''Besides it's not like you stood leering at me like an old pervert''.

''I might have if you had not yelled-snapping me out of it''.Now there was humor in his voice, I was glad for the escape route it provided.

''Been that long for you to huh?''looking at him impishly.

''You have no idea. I usually have to close my eyes- I feel like you got the raw end of the deal''! Too bad I couldn't tell him it was him I saw behind my eyes.

''You could always strip if you feel that things are unequal''. Laughing, and tugging at his coat sleeve. For a second time that night his face turned red.

''Awww...Bobby you blush so prettily''.

''I'll be in the shower''. the flat bleached tone in his voice was enough to make me giggle.Yup...blue ballen it together.