The Sword and the Pen Part 2
13. Bobby and Alex have to go to a costume party. Bobby dressed as Zorro, Alex wearing A Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Smut please!
Tigerdragonbrand
Goren/Eames
NC/17 Sex, adult situations, fluff, fluff and more fluff
Alex and Bobby get together because Alex invites Bobby to a costume part. It's just for some fun, nothing heavy.
Takes place end of season 2, but well before Alex is preggers.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, wish I did.
The Sword and the Pen Part 2
It's Friday night and Bobby's pounding on Alex's front door. He's not sure how long she hasn't answered, and he's just about to find her key when he hears footsteps. He stops knocking, and sure enough, the door opens.
"Bobby." Alex sighs. She presses her fist to her mouth and yawns. "What are you doing here?"
"You asked me to call you at seven to make sure you woke up, and-and then you didn't answer."
"Come in, sorry."
As he enters and takes off his jacket, he takes in the sight of his sleepy-eyed partner, in her brushed cotton bottoms and loose tank. Her hair gently mussed and her voice unguarded, he never saw her looking so defenseless – so lovely, so desirable.
"It's okay, Eames."
"I, uh, had trouble falling asleep."
"You should have called me."
It was a long week; they solved a double homicide in record time, but it was grueling, with long days and sleepless nights. Deakins sent them both home early to get some rest.
"I didn't want to bother you."
"Eames…"
They stare at each other and she looks so small and tired in her bare feet and pajamas. He reaches out and touches her arm; he knows then he isn't stopping any time soon. She steps closer and he pulls her into his arms. She buries her face against his beat-up navy blue sweatshirt and slides her arms around his waist.
"Alex," he breathes against her neck, "don't ever worry about bothering me, please. I always want to be here with you. Always."
"I didn't want to wake you up, Bobby. No sense in both of us suffering."
She says this as she leans back and looks in his eyes. Bobby's stunned; her face is so trusting, her lips so full, her body so soft and warm.
"I wasn't sleeping," he counters, and now he knows he's going to kiss her. It's just that she's so far away without her heels. So he scoops her up with one arm under her bottom and one hand curled around her neck.
Her lips feel like bliss under his, soft and full, and she hums and opens her mouth under his, giving him permission. He takes it, plunging deep inside with his tongue, and when she starts sucking he instantly gets tight in his jeans. He manages to move them to the sofa, and lowers them both, swinging her legs across his lap, cradling her in his arms.
Her hands are cool when they cup his face, stroking his skin, making him shiver. During the week, in the few moments when he wasn't focused on the case, he thought only of this – holding her, loving her. And now, he can't get enough of her so he pushes his tongue in as deep as he can and kisses her hard, kisses her long. He pulls back and bites her lower lip and sucks it, and then sucks both her lips before taking her tongue deep into his mouth and sucking it long and hard. But he still can't kiss her like he wants because she keeps moving and moaning, "Bobby…"
"I'm sorry," he lies, "I should let you rest."
"No! I'm not sleepy anymore."
Bobby squeezes his eyes shut and his cock swells even more and becomes impossibly hard. He lays her back against the overstuffed arm of the sofa, and then manages to position on top of her. Slowly, he caresses her belly, her breasts, and watches her nipples spring to life, sharp and hard under her thin top. She moans when he squeezes them, and she whimpers when he sucks long and hard, back and forth, making two very wet marks.
"Oh, baby," he slips his hand under her tank, connecting with a swollen nipple, and pinching, "I've wanted you since you asked me to that party on Monday. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
"Me too, Bobby. But…"
He freezes and studies her warm, almond eyes that are calmly questioning his. Not with doubt or uncertainty but concern – for him.
"Are you ready for this? Ready for us?" Alex asks, and she rubs the pulse on his neck with small, shaking fingers. His vision blurs, he grabs her hand and kisses it, then shifts to his side on the couch and pulls her against him, as close as he can.
"Yes," he groans, kissing her collarbone, moving to her lips, "Yes," he repeats, again and again, kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, eyes, forehead and temples. He cups her firm ass and pushes her against his hardness. This is it for him, she's the only one he wants, will ever want. He loves her, more than himself, more than the job, more than anything. His realization adds and urgent need to his all consuming want.
"Alex, I…"
"Bobby, you don't have to."
He grunts and yanks her shirt over head, and buries his face against her warm breasts, kissing and licking. He bites and sucks her nipples until she's writhing underneath him, and then he moves to kiss her mouth.
"I love you, Alex. You have to know that, right? I love you."
She doesn't seem at all surprised by his confession. "Yes, Bobby, I know."
He roughly shoves down her cotton pants and panties, and rolls to his back, pulling her on top. He strokes her everywhere, his long arms reaching her thighs, her ass, her back and sides.
"I need you, baby." And he moves his hand to her wet, hot core. "You feel so good." And he knows just what to do to make her tremble, where to stroke and where to pinch. He slides three long fingers deep inside her and she groans. He thrusts his tongue in her mouth hard and fast, in time with his thrusting hand. Alex comes within minutes, tightening around his hand and ripping away from his mouth, shouting his name.
He holds her, trembling and panting, but with one hand he frees his belt and unzips his jeans, freeing his throbbing erection.
"I love you," she pants hotly into his mouth, "I want you inside me, now."
"Jesus, Alex," he growls, and pushes his sticky fingers between their lips, tonguing her wetness and watching as she does, too.
"Protection?" he asks.
"I'm on the pill. I'm good, if you are."
Watching her lick his fingers, sucking them inside her small, wet mouth, drives him crazy, and he pulls up her hips up, positioning her on top of his sex.
She's so wet he easily slips in the first couple inches, but she's so tight and he's so big that he has to stop. They both groan, the pleasure is so intense and the pressure is so overbearing. He sucks her tongue and pulls all the way out, and thrusts hard. He's makes it in halfway and she arches her back while he cups her ass, squeezing, then slides his hands up her sides and around to her breasts.
As he pulls a swollen nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, Alex gets to her knees and drops down, impaling fully on his long cock. He bites her nipple and he feels her come, so he rolls her to the side, pushing her against the back of the sofa so he can thrust in her, long, deep strokes, prolonging her pleasure and getting lost in his own. It feels so damn awesome, he loses track of how long he fucks her like this. He knows he's gonna come soon, so grabs her thigh and stretches her leg up and around his back.
They both cry out because now he's in even deeper and he moves faster and harder.
"Come again for me, baby. Come on," he urges, and moves his hand down between her, to pinch that small, swollen nerve.
"Oh my God, Bob-beee," she wails, her body spasming all around him, and he loses all control and pounds into her erratically. And after one final hard thrust he stays in her and comes inside her, and it's the best, most intense pleasure he's ever felt, his body is shaking and burning and then he just loses all conscience thought.
When he can think again he finds her mouth and kisses her, moaning when she sucks his tongue greedily and digs her fingers into his back. He realizes then he never took off his shirt and quickly shrugs it over his head, tossing it on the floor, and his entire body shivers when finally his bare chest makes contact with her soft breasts. He's still inside her and feels like he might get hard again, his desire for her is so powerful.
He kisses her more time, and then gently pulls out from her body. "Come on, baby. Let's go to bed."
They're both in her big bed, naked and sweaty after making love a second time. This time was long and slow and Alex is wrapped around Bobby now, lightly kissing his broad chest, feeling more sated and content then she's ever felt. Alex has no regrets or second thoughts. She loves this man, Robert Goren, her partner.
"Hey," he says, and pulls her up for a long kiss. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I am. You?"
"Yeah, I'm really good." He smiles. "Any regrets?"
"No, Bobby – none. I'm… I'm happy. Really happy. Are…"
"I'm happy too, Alex. And I…I think—think we're gonna be just fine."
"Yeah?" And she feels a big pressure float right away from her, and disappear.
"I really do, baby." Bobby kisses her. "I think we're gonna be stronger than ever. I love you, Alex."
"I love you too, Bobby."
"What time's the party tomorrow?"
"Not until eight. We have most the day."
"Yeah." He cups her breast and plays with the nipple, teasing it stiff. "What should we do all day?" He moves his mouth over the swollen tip and starts to suck hard and nip, then lick, a pattern he discovered she loves. She rolls to her back to give him better access, because this feels so damn good, she would love it if he sucked her all night. And judging from their last session, he might just be happy to do it.
"Did you find a costume?" she manages to ask, running her fingers through his hair, gasping when he switches breasts, hands and mouth, and starts with a sharp bite to an already swollen nipple, quickly soothing it with tongue and lips. The fire goes directly to her cunt and she squirms.
"Yes," his voice vibrates against her skin. "Zorro. It's really all they had left."
"Oh… Zorro…" She imagines him all in black, as he continues his sweet torture on her sensitive flesh. "Bobby, you're making me crazy…"
"I can't get enough of you, baby. You're so beautiful, so hot. I wish I had some oil right now, I'd massage you." He pushes her breasts together, rubbing his thumbs over both nipples at once. "You never told me what you're wearing."
"Christ, Bobby, I can't even think right now!" She rises on her elbows, pushing up, desperate for more contact, because now she's on fire. Her breasts plump his hands and he squeezes, she groans and he pinches, hard. She cries out, "Bobby!" and his mouth comes down on her, again, sucking and biting and the ache between her legs is so deep and intense she a sob escapes from her throat.
Then his hand cups her between her thighs, fingers slip between her where she's throbbing with every pulse of her heart, and his touch spreads the fire all the way through her, to her breasts, down her legs to her toes, and her body arches off the bed. That same moment his hands clamp tight on her hips, forcing her down while his head squeezes between her thighs and his lips and tongue suck and probe the core of pure white hot sex, and she explodes inside his mouth.
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The next day's a combination of the most erotic sex dream Bobby's ever had in his life – only it's real – and a blur of working out travel logistics, packing and driving. And his desperate attempts to calm his mind and body. To detour his thoughts from his tiny lover (he knows she's really not tiny, but after their lovemaking and compared to him, he can't help thinking that way) and the impact those thoughts have on his libido. He can't remember how long it's been since he's gotten hard so fast and so often.
For example, like right now, as he's driving to Princeton, and Alex is sleeping in the passenger seat. He remembers her sleeping next to him last night, naked and beautiful, her perfect skin now marked by him – and he can't help thinking, she belongs to me. Bobby shifts his hips, trying to get comfortable as his erection grows.
Bobby can't stop thinking about her, but tries to shift his thoughts away from the erotic images of her body. And of how he felt when he was touching her, kissing her and pushing himself impossibly deep inside her again and again, for as long as he could make himself last. He thinks about how crazy-easy it was to go from one day being partners to the next day being lovers. All the years he's wanted her, loved her, sworn to keep his distance for fear of destroying the best relationship of his life – and when they finally collide, it's like a natural progression. Nothing in his life has ever felt so right.
It's time to wake her, so they can get dinner before they go to Alicia and Sam Preston's mansion, where Alex's friend Alicia's 40th costume birthday party is to take place. Where Alex and Bobby have their own room for their night, and will change into their costumes before their first event as Bobby and Alex, the couple.
"So this is the mysterious Bobby Goren!" Alicia Preston greets him, her voice a low, seductive growl. She's tall and willowy, about five foot-ten inches, with short black hair and long legs. Alicia grabs his hand and pulls him inside, gives him a brilliant smile full of perfect, straight white teeth, then reaches up and kisses his cheek.
"I'm Sam Preston, and it's nice to meet you," and he's ushered to her thin blond husband, who shakes his hand vigorously. The man is as tall as his wife but somehow seems not as sturdy, not as outgoing. But his blue eyes sparkle with humor and intelligence, and Bobby likes him.
He hears laughter and something close to squeals, and turns to find Alex and Alicia in a half embrace. He freezes for a moment, and stares at Alex; at that moment, Alex's smile takes at least ten years off her face. She's radiant. And then she looks over at him and reaches for his arm, pulling him next to her. He can't make out what she's saying, he can only watch her, her mouth as she talks, her eyes moving from Alicia back to him, they're shining with what has to be love… love for him.
Then she stands tip-toe and presses a kiss on his jaw and he just wraps his arm around her tightly, holding on to her to save what's left of his sanity. He watches Alicia and Alex exchange glances he suspects involve him, and he doesn't even care. He wouldn't be anywhere else in the world, not for any reason, no matter what they think of him.
Alicia says something about their room, and then they're going up a beautifully carved staircase, then down a lushly carpeted hallway. And all he knows is that soon he'll be alone with her.
Finally the door closes behind them and he sets down their bag. She turns to him but before she can speak, he lifts her and kisses her hard, falling back on the big king-size bed, taking her with him on top. He immediately slides both his hands under her denim skirt and cups her, squeezing the warm, firm flesh, and Alex moans and pushes her tongue deep into his mouth. She frames his face with both of her slender, cool hands, stroking his hot skin, and he moans as he sucks her harder.
But then suddenly she stops and sits up. He moves his hands up her body, caressing her breasts. She bites her lip but grabs his hands and stops him.
"Bobby… we have to stop."
"Okay," he breathes, watching her capture his wrists, he pulls her down and kisses her again. "Why"? he asks, between kisses.
"Because," she tries to answer, kissing him again and again, "Because," she starts again, and finally she breaks free. "Alicia and I are going to get dressed in our costumes together, in her room. She's coming here to get me."
Bobby looks in the mirror and cringes. Not that he looks bad in his black denim jeans – the original were leather but they were much too hot -- black boots, and black silk tunic cinched with a black leather belt. But he's nervous about mingling in a crowd of people dressed in costumes. He'd avoided thinking about this moment all day, when he'd have to face the music, but the time was here.
So he finished donning his long black cape and black eye-mask and steps into the hall, only to meet who he knows must be Sam Preston, dressed like a vampire.
"Hey, Bobby," the tall doctor greets him. "Are you ready for this? Probably not, it took me a few years to get used to Alicia and her insane ideas. But it does get easier, eventually." The blond vampire grins. "Come on," and he grabs Goren's elbow, "the girls are waiting for us by the stairs."
When he sees her at the bottom of the steps, his eyes travel from her three inch white heeled pumps and her white knee-highs, to her bare thighs, to her super short black plaid mini-skirt that falls obscenely low on her hips. She obviously keeps up on visits to the gym, because her tummy is flat and toned. There's a wide expanse of just nothing but her smooth, beautiful skin, from her navel to under her breasts – except for a few telltale red patches of skin where he obviously marked her during their lovemaking. That's good, he thinks, guiltily, but sets aside the thought for review at a later date.
She wears a white, cropped short sleeve blouse with snaps instead of buttons. Easier to tear off. It has matching black plaid trim and tie, and it fits her so well she doesn't need a bra, and she's definitely not wearing one. Her hair is lightly teased and looks tousled, as if she was being, well, naughty.
And after he takes in all the details of her costume and how she damn sexy she looks, Bobby has serious trouble catching his breath.
The huge house is now packed with people, even though the party spreads through a game room, a giant entertainment room arranged to accommodate dancing and a big comfortable family room with plenty of comfortable seating. Alex is dancing with the husband of one of her five friends, Bill Winters, married to Donna Winters for fifteen years. They've both had too much to drink, and she doubts Donna notices Bill's hand as it keeps drifting down to sneak under her skirt and cop a feel.
Her very short skirt.
But Bobby notices, because he's hasn't taken his eyes off her all night. She smiles to herself, remembering his face when he walked down the steps and first saw her in her school girl costume. He'd kept his expression neutral, but Alex knew. She could tell she took his breath away. And she wonders how long it will take him to stop dancing with the slightly chubby belly dancer she doesn't know, and cut in.
Alex feels the man's hand on her thigh, glances at Bobby and sees him glower. She doesn't have to watch to know he's coming. And she's right.
"Excuse me," Bobby's soft voice and warm breath caresses her neck, his hands on her waist stops her from moving. "I'm sorry, man, but I need my partner back." Bobby grins and pulls Alex back against him, possessively rubbing his hands in small circles over her belly. "It's uh, it's time for her, her detention."
Alex shivers, aroused from his words and his caresses, and stretches her arms up above and behind her head, reaching for Bobby's neck. She wiggles her ass against his body, and is rewarded when he runs his large hands slowly up and down the sides of her body, lingering at her breasts. The powerful sensations go straight between her legs and she grabs his hand and kisses it.
"Alex," he hisses in her ear, and spins her around to face him. She studies his face, jaw locked tightly in control, his eyes black with desire as they scan the length of her body. Then he smiles, curling a hand on her hip. "Let's dance."
He leads them to a dark private area, in a corner, their old dancing partners long forgotten, and he crushes her slight body in his arms, and she loves it. They grope each other like horny teenage, kissing until they can't breathe. He slips his hand under her skirt and, past her panties and feels how wet she is.
"I want to fuck you, now," he whispers, "can we get out of here?"
A/N Thanks for reading!
Tbc in epilogue