Mismatched
Disclaimer – Not mine, but Dick's.
A/N: The heat index on Tuesday in Fallsburg, NY was 108 degrees…It was disgusting. The pool at the hotel was hot as bathwater, but at least the air conditioner worked. Thanks for the reviews and enjoy!
Bobby sat on the hotel room bed, watching Alex flit around. She folded all her clothes, as well as his, and put them in the dresser. She unpacked all of their toiletries, making sure they were just so.
"Alex…just, um, what are you doing?" A trickle of sweat ran down his back, making him squirm with discomfort. He took his shirt off. Alex plugged in the iron and stood back up.
"Look, I just want to get this done. Then I can put these clothes," Alex motioned to the clothes she was wearing, "in the laundry bag, crank the AC, have a beer and completely forget about the fact that it's 108 degrees out there," Alex answered sternly, looking at Bobby as if this should've been common sense. She disappeared into the bathroom as Bobby shook his head. He got up to turn the AC higher, to give Alex a head start on her comfort. The machine mad a sad, rattling noise that got louder and louder. Finally, the machine just wimped out. Bobby slapped the side of it as Alex poked her head out of the bathroom. "Bobby Goren, do NOT tell me…" Alex groaned loudly as Bobby winced and nodded his head. "There are no other rooms," Alex moaned. She flopped backwards onto the second bed. "Well," she started. Bobby lay down on his bed, putting the beer he grabbed from the cooler on his bare stomach in hopes that the condensation would drip onto him and cool him off. Alex watched as he did this, intrigued. Bobby looked over at her. What is she doing? Bobby thought, panicked. Alex yanked the t-shirt she had on off over her head and shimmied out of her pants. She flopped back on the bed, arms spread out to her sides. Bobby hazarded a glance in her direction. She was wearing a hot pink pair of lacy boy shorts and a cream colored push up bra. They didn't match, and Bobby found that endearing. Alex caught him looking at her. He turned his head so fast she swore she heard his neck pop. Alex burst out laughing.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare or anything," Bobby mumbled.
"Oh god, Bobby, it's hot! Get a grip," Alex responded before getting off the bed and stealing Bobby's beer. Bobby looked at her, blushing deeply, but he couldn't help but grin.