A/N: Alex and Bobby sitting on a beach.. .k-i-s-s-i-n-g-..first comes love...then comes...oh you know the rest. Thanks for the reviews.
Pt.2
At five, Alex was sitting on her doorstep waiting for the car. She was wearing her normal work attire and sporting a large pair of dark sunglasses even though it was still dark out.
"Rough night," Goren teased as she got into the car and the driver put her bags in the trunk.
Alex settled into the black leather seats before telling her partner to shove it.
They rode to the airport in silence. Checked in in silence, waited in silence, and finally boarded the plane in silence.
It wasn't until they were sitting in their seats that he spoke to her again.
"Got an early start on the margaritas?" he whispered to his partner who was still wearing the glasses.
"Red wine," she confessed, finally taking off the glasses to reveal bloodshot eyes. "I figured why wait to start my vacation."
"Well, we will be there soon enough," he said, taking a magazine out of his notebook.
"You brought that?" she said glancing at his lap.
"Yeah."
Alex took the notebook from his lap and put it in her carryon and sat back down.
"You can have it back on the flight home," she said satisfactorily.
"Alex, I need that," he protested.
"You can go without it for a week and if you can't …well, tough," she said, putting the sunglasses back on and rolling her head in the opposite direction.
Goren didn't say anything, just went back to his magazine, occasionally looking over at his sleeping traveling companion.
The direct flight was just over three hours and by the time they got to the hotel to check in, it was lunch time. And after enjoying the best seafood meal of her life, Alex inhaled the salt air as she drove an ATV through the sand to their room. She was behind the hotel's owner and Goren was behind her. This was the only way to get to the bungalow and Alex wished she had changed before embarking.
They pulled up to a deck that led to a simulation grass hut that was out in the water.
"I hope you like it. Your bags are already in there and," Joseph Pantini said, giving her the key. "There's a phone if you need anything. I hope you have a good time. This was my son's favorite spot on the beach."
Alex smiled, "I can see why. Thank you so much."
Alex leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Yes, thank you," Bobby said, shaking the old man's hand.
Mr. Pantini saluted and rode away. Leaving Alex and Bobby to one of the most beautiful places either of them had ever been to.
"Shall we check out the room?" Alex said, already climbing the steps to the deck.
Bobby followed her. He had not thought to ask about their sleeping arrangements. He entered right behind her and looked around. It looked like something right out of an episode of Gilligan's Island. There were two twin beds, two night stands, a small refrigerator, and a bathroom with just a standing shower and no tub. There was also a large bowl of fruit and a bottle of tequila.
"I'm sorry," Eames said, looking around. "I called to change the reservation. I thought he said that we would each have our own rooms. I guess in my excitement in getting the private beach I misunderstood. "
"This is fine," he said, looking around. "We each have our own beds."
"Are you sure?" she asked, knowing that they were seriously crossing the boundaries of their partnership.
"We are both adults and what the department doesn't know, won't hurt us," he said unzipping one of his bags and pulling out a white tank top and dark green swim trunks. "And I'm going for a swim. Do you want to join me or do you still have a headache?"
"I am miraculously cured. Let me change, and I will join you," she said, opening her suitcase and finding the bikini.
Alex strutted into the small bathroom and grinned at herself in the mirror. She was going to keep Bobby Goren on his toes if it took everything she had. She quickly shimmied out of her travel clothes and into the small bathing suit. She fluffed her hair in the mirror and added some lip gloss.
"Are you decent?" she yelled before coming out.
"Yeah," Bobby said, tying the waist of his trunks. "But the question is, are you?
Alex walked out confidently in her bikini, watching her partner for his reaction, which was exactly what she had hoped that it would be.
His head spun and he did a double take. The deep blue bikini was a perfect contrast to her pale skin. It was impossible to tell that she had ever given birth to a baby and Alex had curves in all the right places.
"You can shut your mouth now," she teased as she grabbed a towel and her sunglasses.
"Sorry," he replied grabbing a towel of his own and followed her out the door and down the steps.
The water was cool and the sand felt good between her toes. She was grateful for the pedicure that she had sprung for yesterday. Alex waded out into the water and stopped when it was almost waist deep.
"You coming?" she asked, swirling her hand through the water.
"What!" he asked, not sure what she was asking.
Alex laughed, "Are you gonna swim or just stand there?"
Bobby waded further out into the water until he had caught up with her, at which point Alex started swimming. She was a strong swimmer, but Bobby's long and powerful limbs quickly overtook her pace. He was so far ahead that it took him a while to realize that she had turned around and headed back to the beach. By the time he got back, Alex had spread out their towels and was waiting for him.
"You're a good swimmer," she said, putting her sunglasses back on.
"They kind of expect that in the Army," he said, sitting down on his own towel.
Alex held the sunscreen out and pointed to her back. Bobby did as he was told.
"I'm going to untie your top," he said, "you might wanna hold the front."
"What if I don't?" she teased.
"That is up to you," he said, untying the string around her neck.
Alex instinctively held the bikini top in place as Bobby untied the other string and started with the lotion. He made soft gently strokes as he massaged the cream into her back.
"Ahhh," Alex said, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.
"Pull your hair back," he almost whispered.
Alex used her free hand to pull her hair up off her neck as her partner rubbed the sweet smelling lotion in.
"I think I'm done," he said, handing the bottle back to her.
"Thanks, Bobby," she said, tying the bikini top back in place. "I knew I brought you along for a reason."
"You probably could have had one of those cabana boys come out and do it for you," he answered lying back on his towel.
"Boys don't do it for me. I need a man," she said, opening the bottle of lotion again, only this time she squirted it onto Bobby's chest. "You really should put some of this on."
"Damn, that's cold," he yelped until Alex's hands started rubbing it in, heating him up.
Bobby started helping her rub the lotion in, their hands all over each others.
"Sit up, and I'll do your back," she said when his chest was finished.
Bobby sat up and Alex generously applied the lotion to his broad shoulders. He could feel her small hands on his back and it turned him on more than he would ever admit to her or anyone else for that matter.
"You're all done," she said, "but put some on your face, though."
Bobby rubbed it into his face and lay back down. They lay there for twenty minutes before either of them spoke again.
"Bobby?" Alex said, finally.
"Yeah," he answered glancing over at his partner who was now lying on her stomach with the bikini strings untied again.
"Just so you know…Angela and I had a pact…What happens in Key West, stays in Key West. I'm on vacation, so if I drink a little too much or flirt with the locals a little too much, that's just me on vacation. Ok?" she said, looking up at him.
"Ok," he said. "Same here then."
"…I can't really imagine Vacation Bobby. What's he like?" she laughed.
"You'll see," he warned.
"I don't know if I should be intrigued or scared," she said retying her top and standing up.
"Both," he answered still lying in the sun. "Where are you going?"
"I think I'll explore a little," she said, already half way up the stairs to their room. "Wanna come with me."
Bobby mulled the offer, but had plans in mind of his own.
"I think I'll stay here for a little while longer. Why don't I meet you at the hotel at 8 for dinner?"
"Sounds like a plan," she answered going into the hut. "Just make sure you put more sunscreen on if you go swimming again."
"I'll do that," he answered, closing his eyes as she went inside.
Bobby laid there thinking about his partner, her bikini, her mantra that whatever happened in Key West stayed in Key West. His feelings for her were becoming harder and harder to hide and he knew that it would be almost impossible to do so for the next four days. Being so close to her, touching her…
"Hey, Bobby, you need anything?" Alex yelled, coming down the stairs in a pair of khaki shorts and a pink tank top, sunglasses in her hair.
"No, I'm fine," he said, admiring the already pink glow of her skin.
"I'll see you later then," she said, starting the ATV and heading off down the beach.
Bobby got up and jogged up the stairs into the hut. He had some phone calls to make. This was definitely a vacation that Alex was never going to forget.
TBC
