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PRESENT DAY:
"Hey." He leaned against her door frame, looking sexy as ever in his crisp white shirt, blue, red and white patterned tie, and dark gray suit. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt at the party, but he put himself back together…for her.
"Hey." She said as she opened the door wider, inviting him in.
"Is this a bad time?"
"No, not at all…in fact I just got out of the tub…it was a long day so it felt great to…you know…soak and relax."
He felt a stir in his groin. While he knew he was reacting to the thought of her, naked in her bathtub, that wasn't the only thing. It was the way she was dressed that was really driving him mad. She had on a pair of silk lavender colored pajama bottoms with a matching short sleeved top. The top was unbuttoned with a white cami underneath. Her feet were bare and even though her hair was pulled up, the loose pieces that fell around her neck were wet from her bath. Her face was a little flushed and he wasn't sure if it was because of the bath or because of him.
She couldn't believe he was there. But, a promise was a promise. No matter that it was from over seven years ago.
She led him into her kitchen, then she turned around and gave him a smirk.
"I wasn't sure you'd still remember." She said, leaning against her kitchen counter.
He licked his lips as he rested his back against her fridge, "Oh, I remembered…you really thought that I would I forget?!" She heard light humor in his voice and it relieved her a little for some reason.
Uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Neither knew what to do next.
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FLASHBACK: Post Blind Spot:
He could tell she was fighting going to sleep, he wanted to know why. He leaned over, "Tell me how I can help you…so you can let yourself fall asleep."
"What makes you think I want to sleep?" Her humor made him smile at a time when he didn't think he'd ever be able to smile again.
Suddenly, he wanted to make her smile, too. So he watched for a while her as she drifted in and out of sleep, searching his mind for something…anything that would put a smile on her face, or that light back in her eyes. He wanted to take her mind off of where they were and why they were there, even if it was just for a moment.
Finally, he decided he'd stumbled upon the one thing that would lighten their mood. He leaned in a bit closer, so his mouth was a mere inch away from her ear, "You know Eames…this isn't gonna get you out of our deal."
The irreverence of his statement shocked her at first, but she found herself giggling before she could respond in any other way. He saw her smile and he heard her laugh and his whole body shivered with happiness as he laughed along with her. They stayed that way, laughing out the stress for a few moments. Without thinking, he closed his eyes and he kissed her. First her hair, then her ear, and then her forehead. When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, and the love he saw set his whole body on fire.
He smiled at her and she smiled back. He took her hand in both of his and they settled back down. "I know I'll sleep better if you're here." Her honestly floored him. "Then I'll stay for as long as you need me to." She knew he meant every word.
She gave his hand a squeeze and closed her eyes.
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"You're still up for this?" He finally said, wanting to push through the awkwardness toward what he knew would be incredible. There was no doubt in his mind that finally being with Alex would be anything but.
Her hesitation was longer than he had anticipated and then he became uncertain. It showed in his face. She noticed and took sympathy on him. She took a few steps toward him and put her hands on his waist, "Absolutely."
She used the opportunity of having him so close to relieve him of some of his layers. She kissed him gently on his chest, then pulled away in order to loosen his tie and then she slowly pulled it away from his neck. She took it off of him, then draped it around her own neck. "Nice tie," she said with a sexy grin on her face. He stepped in a tiny bit closer and kissed her neck, then he pulled the tie off of her and dropped it on the ground, "Less clothes for you…not more."
She liked his teasing tone. She responded to it by ridding him of his jacket and tossing it on her kitchen table, and then she unbuttoned his top two shirt buttons. After that, she moved down to one wrist and unbuttoned his sleeve. When she moved to the other sleeve, she looked at him. "We can't have you fully dressed when I'm no where near that." Her slight sexual aggression and the 'come hither' lilt in her voice set his body on fire. He was ready to do anything she commanded.
He ran his fingers over her shoulders then slowly removed her pajama top and let it fall to the floor. His eyes quickly scanned her bare arms and then her cami-covered breasts. But when he looked at her again, he saw a look on her face that confused him. He thought he saw apprehension or fear, so he quickly pulled her to him and his arms encircled her in what he hoped to be a reassuring embrace.
Having her so close brought back another memory for him.
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FLASHBACK: Post Frame:
He woke up on her couch with her wrapped in his arms. He took a minute to forget about why she was letting him hold her and just focused on the fact that he had one hand tangled in her hair while the other was resting against the small of her back. He could feel her hands tucked snuggly under him. She had apparently pulled his shirt up a bit because her hands were against his skin, so he lay as still as he could to feel what it was like to have her touch him like that. He wondered if she nestled her hands under him when she was still awake or if she did it in her sleep. Those thoughts kept him busy for a few minutes until he felt her breath on his neck; steady little puffs of warmth offering him comfort from all of his misery.
As he ran his hand up and down her back she stirred. She lifted her head and gave him a tired grin. "Let's keep sleeping." Her words relaxed him; he was happy that she didn't feel the need to jump up and away from him.
"Anything for you."
She put her head back down and adjusted her position so both of her legs were straddling one of his. He tightened his grip on her and had a hard time believing that she was there with him. After all, she had just learned that he was the son of a serial killer, and yet she was still willing to support him. His thoughts then drifted back to that day…in that bar…and the deal they made and he wondered if she still remembered it, too. After all the crap that they've been through he wouldn't blame her if she chose to pretend that that day, and that deal, never existed.
As if on cue, he felt her take a deep breath while she got ready to say something. "Don't even think for one minute that all that's happened is gonna get you out of our deal."
"You-you'd still…want to? I mean… you still…"
"Want you? Of course I do."
He kissed the top of her head and then she lifted her head and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. She left her lips against his and he could feel her smile. Then she rested her head back in the crick of his neck. They were both wide awake after that, but they didn't say another word.
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PRESENT DAY:
After a minute of being in his warm arms, she lifted her face toward his, and kissed him. Other than the quick press of her lips against his that night on his couch after the death of his brother, they had never kissed before. Still thinking she was uneasy with the situation, he tried his hardest to keep things moving at a slow pace. He gently put one hand on the side of her face while his other hand remained against her back.
At first, they were both hesitant. Then their quick pecks turned into lingering lip locks and they giggled a bit at the sensation of kissing each other. Once their nerves settled down, Alex ran her tongue along Bobby's lips. He was relieved she was the one to deepen their kiss. He had wanted to, but was afraid such a move would be unwelcomed by her. Her tongue was warm and soft, and when she pushed it inside his mouth, he knew that there was no one else he would ever want in his life but her.
As their tongues tangled he brought both hands up to her face. She placed both of hers on his waist, looped her fingers into his pants pockets and pulled him to her. Once their hips met, she pressed herself against him and he couldn't help but groan. He wanted her more than anyone he'd ever known.
He lifted her onto her kitchen counter, then spread her legs and pulled her close to him. His erection was throbbing so he leaned his hips into her, trying to relieve some of his agony.
"Dear God, Bobby." She sounded winded already when she broke her kiss.
"I can't begin to tell you how much I want you, Alex."
She looked down at the bulge in his pants, "Well…that's a start."
She looked back up at him. He saw the mystified look on her face and chuckled at her. "More than a start." He cupped her ass, lifted her off the counter and pulled her against him.
No longer in the mood to be patient, he kissed her again, then moved his mouth to her neck and began to lick and suck on her tender skin vigorously. She threw her head back and moaned his name. He took a break long enough to growl into her ear, "I'm taking you to your bed." He didn't wait for her reply, he just began walking.
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Tbc…