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Chapter 15
It was quite bright and warm when Bobby woke up. He opened his eyes and staring him down was a tiny red crab. It couldn't have been longer than 3 inches across, if that. It flexed its little pincers innocently; it's little eyes looking in two different directions at once.
He sat up, picked up the little crab, and tossed it back towards the ocean. "We can't have you here, little buddy. Eames 'll flip her lid if she sees you." He turned and examined the area surrounding them to check for any remaining crustaceans. Alex was still very much asleep, her hair was a total disaster, and she was drooling ever so slightly.
He nudged her shoulder with two fingers. "Eames... Eames, we need to get moving." She shifted groggily and looked up at Bobby.
"Wha-" She yawned, then smiled as her eyes shifted into focus. "Mmm, your shirt's open."
Bobby blushed. "Come on, we have to get moving."
She yawned again. "Fine, I'm up, I'm up." She sat up and stretched, but stopped short with a wince. "Ah…"
"What's wrong?" Bobby asked.
"I fell on my back and slid across a grated floor while I was 'in transport' the other day. It's nothing. I'm fine."
"Let me have a look," he said, motioning for her to take off her shirt.
"Not a chance. I'm fine- I'll be fine. You wouldn't happen to have some ibuprophin in that Mary Poppins bag of yours, would you."
"I'll give you the pain killers once you let me have a look. You could be injured- and sleeping on the sand didn't help, I'm sure. Let me look."
"Bobby…"
He glared at her, his hands outstretched.
"Ugh… fine." She turned her back to him and removed her shirt. Her back was raw, but the skin wasn't broken, and her muscles were tense.
"Your skin is pretty raw," he murmured, delicately pushing at the corded muscles that ran along her spine.
She winced. "Ow…"
"We should wash this, and I can work out those knots in your muscles."
Without thinking she turned around to motion, "Bobby, no. I'm fine."
He coughed at the sight of her bra-covered chest. She quickly turned back around.
"Come on, I've got some soap- the salt water will sting a bit I'm sure… and you're going to have to take off your bra." He sounded so matter-of-fact. Alex wasn't sure whether to be offended that it sounded routine to him, or relieved that he wasn't a shy little boy about it.
He took her left hand and placed his other hand on her hip and helped her up. His large hands were cold on her fair skin. She shivered.
When they reached the water she stepped into it gladly. It was warmer than the air. She sunk into it slowly, wincing as the salt water stabbed at her raw skin. She self-consciously removed her bra and held in it her hands under the water.
Bobby took the bar of soap from his bag and gently began to motion in circles across her back. At first it hurt, but soon it felt good as it washed the salt water away and massaged her tight muscles.
Her shoulders began to relax. Bobby slipped the soap into his pants pocket and then used his flat palms to work in the rest of the soap to soothe her skin. He was trying to be so careful with her.
In all their excitement yesterday she had forgotten about the pain, and he had not even bothered to ask if she was ok. He felt guilty that he had not asked sooner. He ran his hands together up her spine and brought them over her shoulders to rest on her upper arms.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes… thank you," she managed before stepping out of his hold and putting her bra back on.
She dropped herself below the surface to rinse off before emerging, this time turning to face Bobby.
Damn, she's got an excellent bra, he thought before quickly snapping himself out of it. "You look much better."
"Thanks… I think…" she said, smirking.
"Sorry, I-"
She smiled openly now. "It's ok- I know what you meant." She stepped closer to him. Her modesty was gone for some reason. Ten minutes ago she had been afraid to show him her bare back, but now she felt so relaxed. She felt like he truly appreciated her and found her beautiful.
She stepped towards him again. Could this really be happening? She was walking towards him in her bra, soaking wet from the ocean- it was like every guy's steamy dream. Like some pose out of a magazine… And yet, it was Eames, not some dumb blonde with big boobs… it was Eames…
He stepped forward and suddenly seized her, kissing her frantically. She returned the frantic kisses, nipping at whatever piece of skin she could find. When their mouths joined it didn't come close to the overwhelming desire to swallow each other up- vanish into a completely different universe.
He bit her neck as he ran his hands up and down her waist and hips, trying desperately to pull her closer. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his hips and he wanted so badly to throw her down on the beach, but when he regained enough focus to carry out the task he also realized she still had a sore back. His mouth released her lower lip.
"We have to get moving…" he said, breathing heavily and looking straight into her eyes with their foreheads pressed together.
She nodded, kissed him one more time, and released her legs so that she splashed back down in the water.
They walked back up the to beach, rolled up the sleeping bags and stuffed them back in the duffle, Alex put on one of Bobby's old T's, and they headed back down the beach to retrieve their boat from last night.
But she didn't want to give up that easily. As they walked she kissed whatever portion of his exposed skin she could find as he walked with his arm over her shoulder. When she sucked on the underside of his upper arm he breathed sharply, dropped the bags, and grabbed her once more…
