Oh, okay, because ya'll really wanted one. (Thank you, very much). I've had the worst case of writers block, yet started another fic already -- it's in process -- a post-ep for the third horseman. This is almost entirely dialogue, with very very little description. Hopefully you can infer from what the characters say and how they respond what's going on. If more explanation is necessary, let me know.
She's got loving like quicksand
Only took one touch of her hand
To blow my mind and I'm in so deep
That I can't eat and I can't sleep
- Deep Purple, Hush
A cellphone rang, and Alex picked it up.
"Eames." She paused, and looked around, then patted the pocket of her jacket, which had been slung over the back of the sofa, "Oh, whoops.. wrong one. Hee." She pulled out another cellphone that was blinking silently. "Well, we're drinking, so we can't come out. It would be dangerous." She laughed, "Yeah, I'm sure you tell all the girls that."
Bobby raised an eyebrow, and shook his head.
"Hey, listen, no... wait!" She started laughing again, "We're allowed to get royally fucked up, you know why?" She batted his hand away as he tried to steal his phone from her. "First of all, you weren't subjected to war trivia, amongst other riveting topics, nor were -- wait, wait, it IS so bad, you want to sit next to my partner while he ticks off little known facts about various civil war battles?"
"Revolutionary war."
"Whatever it's no wonder he's a great interrogator... what? Let him sweat."
"Alex."
"What?"
"Give me my phone."
"Hang on, Goren wants to speak with you. I don't know, ask him. Here."
"Hi. Anything yet? He probably tunnels out. Yeah, keep an eye on the sewers. No, I'm not kidding. See if you can get Logan to sit in the back with binoculars."
"You are such a bastard." Alex shook her head.
"No, no, she was just asking me if I wanted to do another body shot."
"Bobby!"
"No, she didn't ... alright, I confess, I am a liar. We're playing strip poker, and going shot for shot--"
"Give me the phone," Alex lunged for it, but he held her off, laughing.
"Well, I'll admit, I was shocked. Genuinely shocked. I mean, I'm not going to tell you -- NO tickling, Eames, I mean it -- I'm not going to pretend I didn't like it, Barek, I mean, she's a beautiful woman, but a thong? I just wasn't expec-- OUCH!"
"Hi. He's a liar. An absolute liar. and he's drunk. Very drunk. Beyond hope. I should probably go, yes, that's a good idea. But you can call back when you're getting tired of Logan's whining. I'm sure we'll be more than enough entertainment for both of you. .. Oh shove it." She snapped the phone shut as he made another poorly aimed grab for it.
"You're a cruel woman, Eames."
"A thong? You told Barek I wear thongs?"
"I wasn't talking about you."
"Like hell."
"What, you're a beautiful woman? Ow! I'll have you know, that beautiful women do not pinch, whack, slap, bite or otherwise assault their partners. Get your pincers away from me, woman. I'm getting another drink."
"How would you know that I wear thongs?"
"What?"
"How would you know?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, except now I'm aware you wear .. I'm aware you wear.. he he.. Alex, are you aware that you wear thongs, and I'm aware that you wear them? wear.."
"Bobby."
"You don't have lines."
"Lines?"
"You know,"
"Oh god."
"What."
"You're incredibly observant."
"So I've been told."
"..of my ass."
"Well, I like it."
"Woo.." Alex leaned on the counter, and Bobby steadied her.
"You okay, slugger? Hey, going shot for shot with a guy twice your size.."
"Not smart?"
"Not so much, no."
"What were we doing before Barek and Logan called?"
"Necking."
"Lies."
"God's honest."
"You're the worst liar."
"I'm a great liar, I'll have you know."
"You can't lie to me." She swayed slightly, and looked up at him, drunkenly serious.
"No.. I can't." He thumbed her jaw. "We weren't necking."
"I KNEW it! ... wait."
"What?"
"Are you sure?"
"You are beyond the beyond, Eames."
"I'm gone?"
"Way gone. Send me a postcard. Actually, invite me next time, because your bizarre little universe sounds sort of fun."
"There's necking involved."
"Apparently..." His hand slid from her jaw to her neck, to the buttons of her shirt.
"Oh, you didn't get the invitation, so you're gonna stow away?"
"Mhmm."
She crossed her arms and shrugged. It was comical, she was so small and so very drunk, yet still tough and snarky. He didn't laugh. Instead, he slipped his other hand to her waist, then to the small of her back. It always amazed him how little she was, and how big he was by comparison. His breath was soft and warm on her skin. His lips brushed her jaw, then her neck, and as he nipped her gently, she slid her hands up his chest, linking them around his neck.
"I told you there was necking." She whispered.
"I stand corrected." He mumbled into her throat.
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