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Designed Intent

Chapter 63

Saturday 7:18 AM

Bobby lay watching her sleep. Her left hand sat upon her chest, her right hand beside her head. She sighed suddenly and her eyes flickered; her head turned and she rolled onto her right side, facing him, hands tucked under her chin. She slept on.

Bobby watched her sleep for several minutes, then pulled the covers over her shoulder and carefully left their bed. He went into the bathroom and then returned for his green flannel sleep pants. Afterward, he headed toward the kitchen where he set the kettle to boil, prepared the tea, set the table and began to cook.

He was pouring the tea when he noticed her standing in the doorway, leaning on the jamb, watching him.

"Hi. I didn't hear you," he said, setting down the teapot and moving to her. Gleason molded into his arms and body and pressed herself against him; his hands traveled down her back to her bare bottom under his tee shirt that she wore, probing. She exhaled hotly against his ear, then nibbled his lobe and felt his manhood twitch against her. "Ungh, Baby, that's, that's nice," he murmured. She knew exactly what to do to make him hot.

Her hand slid from his back to his waist and inside the elastic band of his cotton pants. She took his thickening cock in her hand and pulled it gently. Bobby moaned into her neck. "Oh, Jesus, Glea-."

"Come back to bed. I want you to finger me until I'm wet. Then, I want you to put your dick in me and fuck me until I come," she whispered beside his ear. God, how he loved to hear her talk like this.

"Let me, let me turn off the stove," he breathed. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, his tongue lapping at hers. Bobby moved away and Gleason saw his penis jutting forward, stretching the front of his pants. She turned and went to the bedroom, shed his tee shirt and climbed in. Her legs were open to him when he crawled in after her.

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9:52 AM

Bobby reheated the omelets in the microwave and they ate. "I need to run out and do a few errands," he told her. "I won't be more than an hour."

"I need to run an errand, as well," she said with a smile.

After clearing the table, Bobby got into the shower and Gleason set out her clothes for the day. She decided to change the bed using the new sheets while he was out and then go to the florist to fetch his boutonnière.

"All yours," Bobby said as he came into the bedroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. "Do you need the car?"

"No, Love, I'm going to walk. I'm only going up to Ninth Avenue."

Bobby dressed, kissed her and headed out. Gleason changed the bed, took a shower and then she headed out.

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1:21 PM

Bobby had returned before Gleason and packed her carpetbag with a change of clothes for each of them and their pills. He ran it down to the car and set it in the back. The wedding bouquet sat on the back seat – it was extraordinary. He had taken the black velvet pouch containing the rings to Lewis while he was out and made Lewis swear on both of their mothers' souls that he would not open it.

"I swear to God, Lewis, if you open it, I will know and then I will have to kill you," he said to his best friend, "And I know how to do it without getting caught."

"Ok, ok. I swear. Gee whiz, give a guy a gun and a badge!" Lewis's mother was still at the beauty shop getting her hair done. She had purchased new everything for herself and new underwear, socks, shirt and tie for Lewis. You would have thought it was her son getting married.

Bobby sat furiously polishing his shoes when Gleason returned. His boutonnière sat in a tiny white shopping bag that she set on the top of the low bookcase when she entered; Bobby hadn't seen it.

Eames had called three times; she was a nervous wreck. Lewis had called twice and Gleason had thrown up once; nerves, she told Bobby.

Bobby grabbed Gleason as she walked by and said, "Last chance for a shower together while we're still single."

She smiled and said, "You know what always happens when we shower together."

"I know," he said lasciviously.

"You won't have anything left for tonight," she replied.

"Oh, yeah, I have plenty."

Gleason's hand moved to his goods and she rubbed him through his jeans. "Ok," she said with a gentle squeeze and a smile.

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2: 38 PM

Gleason came from the bedroom and asked, "Is this ok?"

Bobby could not believe how beautiful she looked, "Honey, you, you look fantastic." He crossed to her and held her at arm's length. "Oh, Sweetheart, look at you." She did look fantastic – her new shell fit her to a tee and her suit skimmed her shape perfectly. She had gathered her hair in a loose twist around her head and tucked in a small comb holding a tiny arrangement of lily of the valley, a short strand of ivy and a thistle. She had called the florist and ordered it after she had ordered Bobby's boutonnière.

Gleason blushed; she felt beautiful. "You look so handsome, Bobby," she said, stepping to him. "Here, Love, this is for you." She crossed to the bookcase and took the boutonnière from the small white bag. "Come, let me put this on you."

Bobby grinned as he looked at the cluster of flowers, "This is perfect. I like your choices, it's just right for us."

Gleason pinned the flowers securely to his lapel and stood back to examine it, "It looks good."

"These are for you," Bobby walked into the kitchen and took the bouquet from the table.

Gleason gasped and her hands went to her mouth, "Oh, Bobby!" She took it and then her head shot up to him, "Bobby, look at the flowers. . ."

"I know; we chose nearly the same ones." He couldn't stop smiling.

"Bobby, this is beautiful. Thank you, Love."

"It has a piece of ivy in it that we're supposed to plant after the rest is done."

"That's an old Celtic tradition. How did you know?"

"I know things." He looked at her in her beauty and joy and his chest filled with love for her. "Are you happy?" he asked softly.

Gleason looked up at him and he saw the tears. "Oh, Honey, don't cry." He moved to her and held her.

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3:15

They left for the courthouse.

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3:47

"Here they come," Lewis's mother said over her shoulder to the others. She was dressed all in robin's egg blue and looked like she stepped out of a 1945 catalogue – even her hair had a hint of blue in it.

Lewis was as excited as he had ever been. Not because his best friend was getting married, but because his best friend's beautiful partner was going to be the other witness. Lewis had hugged Bobby when Bobby told him about Eames serving as Gleason's maid of honor.

"You sure do look lovely, Detective."

"Thank you again, Lewis."

"Can I call you 'Alex'?"

"No."

"Oh, don't you look lovely, my dear! Lewis, look how pretty Gleason is. And Bobby! You are such a good-looking man. Lewis, look how handsome Bobby is." She dabbed at her eyes with a lacy white hanky.

Bobby and Gleason were smiling and blushing as they approached the small group gathered outside Judge Weisenstein's chambers.

Lewis's mother reached up and gave Bobby a kiss on the cheek, brushing invisible lint from his shoulder, standing before him, smiling and tearing up. She took Gleason's hand and pressed her cheek against Gleason's, looking her up and down. "Oh, you two are so perfect for each other. Lewis, aren't they just perfect for each other?"

Lewis stepped up and Bobby and he shook hands and embraced. "You are going to marry this lug?" he said to Gleason with a smile, and then he kissed her cheek.

Eames stood aside, watching the happiness. Bobby and she made eye contact and her heart soared for him. "Eames," he said.

"You clean up really nice, Bobby. Gleason, you are beautiful." Alex and Bobby shared a quick hug and Eames hugged Gleason as well.

Gleason had not said a word yet, she couldn't stop smiling. Bobby stood with his arm around her. He bent down and said softly, "Are you ok?"

All she could manage was a nod.

"Your flowers are wonderful," Lewis's mother said, "Lewis, aren't her flowers wonderful? Did you pick those out yourself, Bobby?"

He nodded.

While the three women busied themselves examining the bouquet, Bobby and Lewis stood aside, watching. "So, you are really going to do this, huh?"

"Oh, yes, Lewis. I am most definitely going to do this."

"Well, what about working in the shop? What about the poker games? What about going to car shows? What about your best friend here? Huh?" Lewis asked with mock sincerity.

"You, my friend, are now back seat to everything concerning her."

The men watched Gleason enjoy the fuss. "She is beautiful, Bobby."

"I know." God, he loved her. He never thought he would ever feel what he felt for her. He wondered if everyone felt this; no, he thought, no one could have this much love for a woman. He would do anything, anything, for her; he would lay down his life for her.

"So, we're going to have a wedding here today, are we?" a voice boomed from the far end of the hall.

Everyone turned and watched the judge stride toward them.

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4:17

They filed into the judge's chambers.