A/N: Tis a short chapter but I think the content and the fact that Chapter Twelve will be MUCH longer will make up for it. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything but Kimberly and I'm not making any money off of this! It's all fun and games people!

Chapter ELEVEN

The engine was still running; the Navigator's windows fogged up completely, and stretched across the leather material of the backseat, she tilted her head to meet his lips. Bobby shifted his weight on top of her again and she arched her spine in an attempt to ignore the door handle pressing into her back. The move pressed her breasts more firmly against his chest and he groaned, the growling sound sending sparks of pleasure spiraling through her system.

Still kissing him, she nudged off her shoes with her toes but the long skirt of her dress once again prohibited her from moving, her plan to wrap her legs around his waist momentarily halted. "Bobby…" She broke the kiss and he grunted in response, his lips finding her neck. "I can't…" She laughed and it was then he pulled back.

"You can't what?"

Kimberly smiled and tilted her head again to brush her lips against his. "I can't move around like this; my damn dress…"

He chuckled nodding in understanding. "I'm pawing you like a fucking horny high school kid aren't I?"

"Just a little." She caught his bottom lip between her teeth. "But I don't mind."

He growled again as he leaned back on his knees. "Good to know."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not going to fuck you in my truck." Spotting the frown beginning to surface on her face, he swooped forward again to kiss her. "I want to make love to you in our bed."

She smiled and sat up, Bobby opening his door to escape and she slid her shoes on as he opened the driver door to cut off the engine. She had barely opened the passenger door when he appeared and lifted her up in his arms. "Bobby, I can walk!"

"I know you can." He hit the lock on his electronic key, the lights in the front and back flashing, and began up the sidewalk.

"But-"

"Woman, will you give it a rest and let me carry you into our damn house?"

Rolling her eyes, she threw her arms around his neck. Once inside, Bobby lowered her back down to her feet. He didn't flip on the lights as she expected. Instead he turned towards her in the darkness, his hands finding the sides of her face, and a delighted gasp escaped her as her back flattened against the door.

His mouth claimed hers and she was ready for him, meeting the kiss with fevered abandon. Her arms looped around his neck, her fingers threading into the soft hairs at the base of neck. His hands moved to push off her heavy jacket and it fell to the floor at their feet. Continuing to kiss her, his hands pulled at the pins holding up her hair and he jerked the flower and hair tie free, the long strands of her dark hair tumbling loosely down her back. He mumbled something under his breath she didn't catch as he shifted to kiss her neck but finding out was the last thing on her mind.

Her fingers tugged impatiently on the buttons of his jacket and hands fumbling together, he began to help her. Without a sound, Kimberly pushed his jacket off his shoulders and not caring to see where it landed their eyes stayed connected as she worked quickly to pull the long fabric of his bowtie from around his neck. She dropped the fabric with a careless hand more than aware that his hands had stalled, his dark eyes watchful of her. She fought off the urge to blush and looked down to focus on the buttons of his white undershirt.

Her eyes flew back to his as he grabbed her wrists. She opened her mouth to question him, to ask if she had perhaps done something wrong, but there was no time as he jerked her flat against him, his mouth possessing hers. Lost in his kiss, she would have been barely aware of them moving slowly up the stairs if not for the couple of times they stumbled. Almost at the top, Bobby flattened her against the wall, ripping his mouth away to grab at the material of her skirt and lift it level with her hips.

"Bo-" She lost the ability to speak as he slid his knee between her legs and pressed it upwards. Her mouth parted, hands grabbed for his shoulders. Bobby kept his eyes on hers. His hands gripped her exposed thighs and he lifted her up and then forward to ride more of his thigh. It was a chain reaction, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as his hips pressed into hers, her back flat against the wall.

A moan of pleasure slipped from her lips and her head hit the wall. His hips moved at the same time he captured her mouth again in another searing kiss and there was no choice but to cling to him. Her body began to shake, a tight coil spiraling dangerously in the pit of her stomach, and out of frustration, Kimberly bit down on his tongue.

Bobby hissed as he jerked away and he thrust hard against her in retaliation. "You fucking little minx."

"The bed…" She scrambled to undo his buttons, popping most as she pulled the fabric apart. "You promised me the bed."

"I did, didn't I?"

She nodded anxiously and he chuckled before lifting her again, this time completely off the floor. The dress bunched around her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissing her, Bobby carried her the rest of the way up the stairs. It was almost as if they couldn't get enough of touching each other and every few seconds they found themselves stopping to touch and kiss, Kimberly still held easily in his arms, her legs locked around him.

They managed to toss his shirt and leather belt somewhere onto the floor before they even reached the bedroom. Bobby kicked off his shoes, hers sent flying perhaps down the stairs; she wasn't sure but like everything else it failed to matter. She dragged his mouth back to hers at the same time he dragged her to the bed.

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The minutes ticked by as Kimberly laid there and listened to him sleep. She lost herself in thoughts of how he must have returned to Detroit that very evening and rushed as soon he landed to acquire a tux for the ball. Jeremiah must have given him one of the tickets Melody had sent them. Perhaps that was where Marley was at the moment. It seemed fitting that Bobby would ask for the time alone with her.

She believed him when he said he loved her and she believed without hesitation when she said she loved him. A part of her accepted the fact that she had fallen for him the very first night, her eyes meeting his as her beer sloshed all over his boots but despite her acceptance, doubt still lingered in the back of her mind.

There was still so much about Bobby that she didn't know and there was definitely things he didn't know about her, things that were important and that she knew without a doubt would matter to him.

Kimberly forced herself to concentrate harder on the feeling of him pressed against her and nothing else. It was a struggle but sleep soon came on swift wings and she couldn't have been more thankful.

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The space beside her was vacant but the fear that the night before had been a dream vanished as she felt the warmth that still lingered behind on the sheets. The water in the shower was running and with a smile, she moved from the bed to grab Bobby's white dress shirt from the night before. Several buttons were missing now thanks to her eager fingers. Her gaze went to her dress that was now in complete shambles on the floor. She kept smiling and slipped on the shirt.

She made her way from the room and went down the stairs, every so often seeing strewn articles of clothing. Ignoring the urge to pick up every single object, she stepped over her shoes and his jacket and humming softly under her breath she walked into the kitchen. It took her only a few minutes to start a fresh pot of coffee and still humming, she grabbed a skillet from a cabinet. There was a carton of eggs in the fridge as well as a pack of bacon in the freezer so she set out to make breakfast while Bobby finished showering.

Scrambling the eggs took only a few minutes to complete and she moved the skillet off the eye before she began to start frying the bacon. The phone rang on the counter next to her rang and without thinking, she picked it up.

"Hello?" She slapped her forehead. "Um, Mercer residence."

"Kimberly?"

"Melody?"

"Kimberly!" Melody giggled. "Good morning! How are you? And by how are you I mean, did you get laid?"

"That is none of your business young lady!"

Her friend let out another happy giggle. "That's a yes."

"I'm your boss and you shouldn't-" She paused. "Why are you calling this number?"

"You weren't answering your cell phone so I used this nifty thing called a phone book."

Kimberly rolled her eyes and concentrated on the bacon beginning to sizzle. "I guess this means whatever you're calling to tell me is very important." She squinted at the clock on the microwave. "It's not even nine yet."

"I figured you wouldn't be coming into work today so I thought I'd call and let you know everything went well at the ball last night. You know, the thing you ditched so you could go have crazy make up sex?"

"Melody!"

"Don't act like you two didn't hump like bunnies last night; I saw the way you were looking at each other." Her secretary cleared her throat. "I won't keep you; you two are probably still in the middle of the act. I mean, shit, I'd always be doing it if I was with a man who looked like-"

"Melody, get to it!"

"Aaaanyway, we managed to raise our goal and then some so it looks like you can write off the event as just another success in your long line of successes."

"I couldn't have done it without you."

"Damn straight." Melody chuckled.

Whatever Kimberly was going to say in response was forgotten as she felt Bobby wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled her neck and she inhaled his scent with a soft sigh. He smelled like Irish soap and peppermint toothpaste and for a minute she lost herself in everything that was uniquely him.

"Kimberly? Are you there?" Melody paused. "He's touching you isn't he?"

"Wha-" She snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat. "You're right." She bit down on her bottom lip as Bobby's teeth nibbled on her shoulder. "I won't be coming into work today."

"Just call me David fucking Blaine. He's not getting you off while you're on the phone with me is he?"

"I'm about to call you unemployed if you don't stop saying things like that."

Melody chuckled. "Guess that answers my question."

"It does not!" Kimberly flipped the bacon on the skillet and frowned. "And on that note, I'm getting off the phone. Just make sure everything looks in order at the office and then take off for the day."

"Hot damn, seriously!?"

"No, I want you to sit at your desk and twiddle your thumbs all day."

Melody paused. "That's what I do when you're in the office…" She joked. "Wait, now I'm confused, do you want me to take the day off or…"

"Melody."

"See you Wednesday!"

Kimberly smiled as she heard the line disconnect with a soft click. She wasn't even given the chance to hang up the phone however before Bobby grabbed it and slung it onto the counter. "Hey! I was-"

He twisted her to face him and she caught a glimpse of the smirk on his face just seconds before his mouth crashed down onto hers. The kiss was heated and immediately deepened upon impact, Kimberly moaning at the feeling of his tongue slipping easily past her lips. He teased her with his lips and his tongue until she was grabbing the wet strands of the hair located at the back of his neck.

Bobby smiled into the kiss as she gasped the second his hands grabbed her hips and lifted her off the floor. He plopped her down onto the kitchen table and drew back to catch her eyes with his. "Morning baby."

"Morning." She grinned, hands reaching for his wife beater as his went for his shirt she wore. He helped her tug his shirt off and he tossed it into the floor. "Bobby…"

"I know baby." He bent his head again to kiss her, his hands making quick work of the rest of the buttons of his dress shirt. "As good as you look in my shirt…" A sudden yank had the buttons flying and he grunted, dark eyes leaving hers to scan her naked body greedily. "This is much fucking better."

She closed her eyes as he began to trail wet kisses down her chest. "I'm glad you approve." She was panting as he slid up her body and when he brought his mouth to her, she eagerly kissed him.

"Come on baby; come on." He tugged anxiously at his jeans. "Help me Kimmy. I need to be inside of you."

She sat up to help him, a smile on her face, but it quickly disappeared. "Bobby…" He grunted but didn't look up as he kissed her neck. "Bobby!" She roughly pushed him away and the shove sent him reeling back.

"What the- Shit!"

Smoke was pouring off the unattended skillet by this time and seconds after they both noticed the smoke alarm in the kitchen began to shriek. She cut off the eye and grabbed the wash towel by the sink to fan at the skillet. "Bobby, the door! Get the door!"

"Fuck the door." He grabbed the handle with his left hand, jerking up the window above the sink with his right, and quickly flung the entire skillet out the window.

"Bobby!" She laughed. "You just-"

"What in the world is going on?"

Kimberly scrambled to pull the shirt she wore back together just as the back door opened and Angel appeared. Dressed in his fluffy fur-lined coat, he glanced between them with raised eyebrows and she felt her entire body blush as slowly a knowing grin crossed his face.

When Angel's eyes lingered on her, Bobby growled and he reached behind him to shift her against his back. "What fucking happened to knocking before you enter a man's house little brother?"

Angel chuckled. "I occasionally live here, that still makes it my house too." He shrugged off his jacket, acting totally oblivious to her discomfort. "I see meat's on the menu."

"An ass whoopin' is going to be on the menu if you don't watch your mouth."

"What are you gonna do old man, set me on fire and toss me out a window?"

"I've been known to get creative." Bobby smirked and glanced over his shoulder at Kimberly. "Why don't you go get dressed babe; I'll handle this."

She let out a soft laugh, still blushing from being completely embarrassed at having been caught. "By this you mean breakfast and not tossing Angel out a window right?"

"I can't make any promises." He turned and brushed his lips across hers. "Go on Kimmy."

Nodding, she turned to exit the kitchen and yelped as he smacked her soundly on the ass. She paused to glare at him then continued towards the stairs.

Angel started to laugh but stopped short with a loud curse. "Ow! What the fuck Bobby?"

"That's for looking."

"Shit!" Angel cursed again. "What was that one for?"

"You kept looking."

"Hey, I'm not fucking blind! Shit, knock it off!"

"That's for being a smart ass."