They're not mine. I'm just playing and I promise I'll give them back when I'm done.
A/N: Oh my goodness. I now understand why people love reviews so much. They make me all warm and fuzzy inside! Thank you sooo much for actually being interested in this. And also, I'm very sorry but I may not be able to update for a little while... midterms have a tendency to take priority. But I'll try. I promise.
"Yeah… uh.. Roosevelt Hotel," Bobby said quickly to the cab driver as he followed Alex into the backseat of the cab. "You okay?" He asked quietly, giving her a careful once over as the cabby pulled the car into the street.
"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine. I think we did okay back there. There were definitely people looking."
And they definitely would have been doing more than throwing us a few glances if I hadn't cut it off where it was. I just couldn't handle anymore… ugh. Maybe I should have let it last longer. It's just so intense. He's so… consuming. That, and the way his breath felt on my neck made my skin tingle… My perception is just so off. I can't tell what's enough and what's too much and what's not enough. Dammit Eames you don't have a choice anymore. You chose to do this and you're going to finish it. And you're going to do it well. And then you're going home and things are going back to normal and again you can drool over Bobby from afar.
"And they still may be… we've got to keep this up Alex," Bobby murmured, stealing a glance at her as he tried to shift his legs so that he could fit more comfortably in the backseat.
"Here… Bobby lean against the corner and put your feet across the floor. I certainly don't need the foot room."
Bobby obligingly obeyed, stretching his legs out across the cab as Alex pulled hers up and curled them underneath her. Bobby reached out his arms cautiously toward her, beckoning her to come to him. Slowly, Alex lifted herself up and moved over to him, carefully easing herself down to lay her head on his chest. Almost absently, she played with the collar of his shirt, thumbing it and subtly grazing his neck. Running her other hand up his arm, she tangled her fist in his hair, softly playing with his curls as she quietly watched him.
Bobby had closed his eyes and seemed to be calming as he absorbed the feel of her fingers against his skin, burning hot trails on his neck. He cautiously adjusted his arm so that he could wrap it around her waist, placing his hand on the small of her back and tracing tiny circles along the tight muscle under the fabric.
She breathed in deeply and was suddenly overwhelmed by Bobby's scent. He usually didn't wear cologne since it interfered with his ability to pick up scents at crime scenes, but since he wasn't going to be canvassing any crimes he could indulge. And at any rate, he figured if he was going to be in close contact with Alex he might as well try to smell nice. The combination of his usual musk with the subtly spicy scent of his cologne was more than Alex was expecting, and she just couldn't help it. She felt parts of her body ignite that she forgot existed- she could feel her blood coursing through her veins and her heart began to beat faster, a fire that had been kindling for so long began to ignite with his soft touches and his unique scent. Quietly, timidly, she moved farther up his body to kiss his cheek.
Right?? A kiss on the cheek… because we're going for the show, right? And someone outside of this car wouldn't be able to tell if that was his cheek or something else entirely… so a real kiss would have been too much. Right? And you can't let this be too much. RIGHT???
Her lips lingered on his cheek and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her breath on his cheek and her lips on his skin. She planted kisses on his face much as he had earlier, crossing his brow with her lips and quietly tasting him as she moved over his face, finally kissing his closed eyelids as he sucked in a deep breath and let it out shakily.
Baseball. Hillary Clinton naked. Smithsonian exhibits? Deakins. Carver?! Oh God anything that distracts me from the woman kissing me right now? This beautiful, amazing, incredible, wonderful woman… with me. Here. With me. Aghh.. IAB. Partner regulations. Oh please… why isn't any of this working? Control yourself. Just control yourself Goren. Don't let it happen. Just don't… oh what the hell? Mike Logan. Okay. Mike. Helping me to keep it down better than anything else so far.
Alex reached up to caress his face, running her fingers along his cheekbone and pausing at his jaw line. Running her fingers down the hard line of his chin, her fingers trailed back up and paused on his lips caressing them lightly as her pulse raced. Mike Logan. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her palm which was beginning to come at a more and more rapid pace, increasing in intensity and heat as she watched him. His lips parted and he softly bit the tip of her index finger, flicking it with the tip of his tongue as he brought his hand up to grab hers. Lacing their fingers together, he sat up and pulled her closer to him and looked her in the eyes.
And the eyes? Seriously? This is like torture. Very pleasant, and yet still very unbearable, torture. They're unendingly soulful and deep and dark and… dear lord I sound like I'm writing a romance novel. But those eyes. They look… guarded and.. regretful? Bobby what are you regretting? Just tell me.
Suddenly, Bobby looked like he had made up his mind. About what, Alex had no idea. He leaned forward and started up on her neck as he had in the airport. Pulling her to him, she raised her leg to straddle him on the seat so that he was leaning against the corner of the bench and she was facing him. Throwing her head back, she moaned quietly as he began to become somewhat less timid in his ministrations, softly teasing her with his teeth. Ummm… Mike Logan. Carefully, he nipped at the flesh below her ear all the way down the side of her neck to her shoulder, kissing and licking the tiny injuries in apology as he moved along. Think Mike Logan. Just… anything but Alex. His touch became feather soft as he reached her collarbone, planting tiny, fleeting kisses across the delicate bone as he neared the center of her chest. Placing kisses down her chest, he stopped just before the curve of her breasts and made his way back up. Alex almost moaned in protest before she remembered that it wasn't real. This isn't real. Instead, Bobby made his way back up toward her neck as he placed his hands on her thighs and ran them up her legs, enjoying the firmness of muscle below the denim that separated him from sensitive skin. Mike Logan. Reaching the waistline of her jeans, his fingers eased under the edge of her sweater and played along soft skin. Running around her sides and along her back, he stroked up and down her backbone, never traveling higher than a few inches from her pants. Every touch sent fire through her body, starting at the base of her back and traveling to the tips of her fingers and igniting everything along the way in flame. Between his lips on her neck and his feather light fingers on her back, it was too much.
Alex pulled away and grabbed his hands, holding them with her own and pulling them up to hold them to his shoulders. He watched her with curiosity as she leaned forward and softly grasped the fleshy area between his ear and neck with her teeth, alternating between biting and kissing as she moved along. Mike Logan. Mike Logan. Mike Logan's goofy face. Mike Logan's nasty socks. For the love of God and all things holy… MIKE FREAKIN LOGAN. Bobby could feel himself losing the battle as she grinned and she playfully nipped at his earlobe, grasping it between her teeth and flicking it with her tongue. She quickly felt a groan rumble from the pit of his stomach and up through his ribs to become a low vibration in her ear.
Alex also heard something else… something high pitched and nasal and foreign.
What the?? I know people sometimes sound different when they're… excited. But this is a little extreme Bobby. And why are you talking about… oh God.
"…out of my taxi. We are at hotel and I don't want you in my backseat doing only God knows what," the cabbie said as he crossed himself and glared into the backseat. "I will call cops. Do not make me."
Mortified, Alex slid from Bobby's lap and adjusted her sweater as she ducked from the cab and out into the crisp air, turning darker shades of red than she before thought possible. Bobby quickly paid the cabbie more than enough and grabbed their bags out of the trunk.
Thank God. That couldn't have happened at a better time. I was starting to imagine Mike Logan with a gorgeous, petite, very feminine body and blonde hair. That can't be healthy.
Giving her a look, Bobby handed the bags off to a bellboy and wrapped his arms around her. Planting a massive grin on his face, he laughed and stumbled forward with her in his arms, kissing her neck and energetically holding onto her waist. Alex responded immediately by wrapping one arm over her head and around his neck, pulling him close to her as she used her other hand to grab his. Stumbling over to the check-in desk, Bobby flipped her around to face him and walked her into the desk to press her closely into him. Looking up at the receptionist, he laughed as he announced: "We need to… to check in." He paused to quickly kiss her cheek as she drew intricate images into the hard muscle of his chest, and then look back up at the receptionist. "Thomas, Bobby Thomas. Reservation should be for four days." Bobby grinned as he returned to Alex and ran his fingers through her hair, vigorously kissing her neck.
Bobby if you give me a hickey in the middle of this lobby, I swear I'll…. I'll what? I'm SUPPOSED to be doing this. Have fun with it Alex! And you can definitely figure out something even more… creative to do to him.
Alex laughed as she ran her hands around his back and down to quickly but firmly grasp his butt in her hands, squeezing the muscle and pulling him into her. She watched as his eyes widened and he sharply inhaled, working to keep control of his response.
"Honey, I think you can wait the ten minutes it'll take to get this room," Bobby said in a teasingly chastising voice, "It's not like you didn't get enough in the cab."
Bobby chuckled to himself as it was Alex's turn to be shocked, watching her as her jaw dropped slightly and her cheeks reddened for what seemed like the millionth time that night.
That's strange. Alex doesn't blush. Well… not usually.
"Mr. Thomas. Excuse me… Mr. Thomas!" the receptionist queried curtly as she attempted to catch the eye of the large man in front of her. Bobby glanced in her direction.
"Yeah?" Bobby asked breathlessly.
"Your room is ready. You will be in 212, just take the elevator up and it'll be on your right. Your bags have already been taken there."
"Thanks," Bobby grinned as he grabbed Alex by the hand and they practically ran to the elevator, apparently overwhelmingly giddy. Grasping her hand in his, Bobby pulled her through the doors that were beginning to slide open and immediately pushed her up against the wall, running his hands up and down her body as he nuzzled her hair. As the doors closed, the intensity only seemed to increase as he began to again stroke fire into her veins.
Following the cab, he could see the shadows in the backseat touching, tasting, feeling, and moving in a seemingly unending dance. This was it. He pulled into an adjacent street as the cab stopped, and he quickly emerged from the car and walked across the street to stand outside of the doors to the hotel. He didn't need to follow them yet, just be sure that they had checked in. He watched, disgusted, as they unabashedly groped and tasted and touched. He had plenty of time to pin them down… now that he was sure they were the ones.