Title: Sweet Talk
Spoiler: Semi-Professional, Season 1.
Summary: When Alex had spoken, Bobby listened. He could only hope that she meant what she said. BA fluff fest.
Characters: Goren, Eames
Rating: T
Bobby Goren actually had a crème-colored lace cloth over a dark red table cloth on his dining room table. Bone china dinner plates rested on silver chargers. Sterling cutlery was properly aligned next to each place setting. Dark red cloth napkins were artistically folded into roses and placed on each plate. Waterford lead crystal wine glasses sparkled, reflecting the flame of the ruby red candles in the matching Waterford candlestick holders. Champagne was chilling in a silver ice bucket. Soft music drifted from the CD-player.
The yuppie gourmet takeout place, Chez Pierre, had delivered the grilled filet mignon, Macaire potatoes, oyster mushrooms, slow-roasted heirloom tomatoes, with a port wine demi-glace. There was crème brulee with fresh berries for dessert.
The door bell rang. He opened the door. It was Alex, of course. His Alex. Or, actually the Alex that he wanted to be his. And she took his breath away…again. Stunning in a black high neck sleeveless dress that skimmed her curves in all the right places. She stepped into his apartment. He took her wrap and his heart nearly stopped. Her dress was backless. Ohmigod…Alex knows I have a thing for her shoulders. If she's trying to drive me crazy, it's working. His fingers gently grazed her skin. He felt the heat.
"You're…you're making it hard for me to breathe, Alex."
She just smiled. Smoothed his tie with her fingertips.
"Armani should pay you to wear their suits, Bobby," she said softly, "You look good enough to eat."
He just gulped…as quietly as he could manage. He took her arm and escorted her to the table. Held out her chair. Controlled himself enough so he didn't start kissing her bare back. Seated himself at the table.
The couple enjoyed their dinner. The food was heavenly. The conversation sparkling. Champagne bubbles tickled their noses. The candlelight reflected the love in their eyes. They decided to have dessert later. Settled themselves comfortably on Bobby's living room sofa.
Alex noticed a book on the sofa cushion. It had a black velvet cover on it. She wondered what it was. Some romantic tome? Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnets from the Portuguese? Or perhaps Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty? Maybe e.e. cummings' I Carry Your Heart with Me? All such romantic pieces. And Bobby Goren was a very romantic kind of man. He knew just how to make a woman feel special, cherished, adored.
Bobby took Alex' hand in his. Brought it to his lips. Kissed her palm with a sigh. Then he began to read softly to her from the black velvet-covered volume…
"Free speech and the fair use doctrine, the First Amendment and encryption software…"
Alex let out a soft moan and was on him in a flash. Straddling his lap. Her hands running through his curly hair. Her mouth close to his.
"You know you're making me hot," she said breathlessly, "Please continue."
And he did.
It was a wonderful evening.
FIN.
Note: In Semi-Professional the detectives are at work, Bobby is reading aloud from a one of law clerk Emily Trudeau's articles and Alex says, "Stop it…You're making me hot."