We Shouldn't
Disclaimer: I don't own anything connected to Law & Order: Criminal Intent but if Dick Wolf is feeling generous I'm always willing to take delivery. No financial gain involved in writing this story, so please don't sue.
Summary: Definitely B/A - but if you've read any of my other stuff you could have guessed that ;o) I've been rewatching my Season 1 DVDs and this is what happened in my head after some of the episodes. Hope you enjoy.
A/N: So Bobby's at least trying to 'put up a fight' – yeah, right – like that's gonna work ;o)
Alex's POV
I can't stop my hand from rising up and caressing the back of Bobby's neck as he stands in front of me. He isn't touching me, not even his hand next to mine on the counter, although there can't be more than a hair's breadth between them. I'm looking up into his eyes and I certainly like what I'm seeing there. I'd have to be blind or very, very stupid not to know that this man wants me, right now.
"We shouldn't."
Those are the first words either of us has spoken since I hung up my phone. If I hadn't seen his lips move I would never have believed it was Bobby speaking, his voice is a low growl. He's obviously fighting himself, trying to gain some self-control.
'Oh no you don't, Bobby Goren.' I almost say the thought out loud, as I brush my fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the shiver that runs through him in response.
"Why?" Dear God, I sound almost as unrecognisable as he does. I don't ever remember my voice sounding quite that sultry before in my life.
It doesn't really matter though because that's the end of our conversation for the moment as Bobby's lips brush against mine, almost tentatively. It's really not ideal trying to share a kiss with a man over a foot taller than you when you're in your bare feet and I'm having serious difficulty with deepening this kiss.
Thankfully, Bobby takes the hint when I press more firmly on the back of his neck and I find myself sitting on my kitchen counter, both of his strong, long fingered hands wrapped around my waist. Now how did he manage that without losing contact between our lips. Oh my, I think this may be too much, just the heat from his hands against the bare skin of my midriff is causing my insides to tumble. This can't be happening, I can't possibly be this turned on, it's not as if he's touching my anywhere else, other than his lips against mine.
I've still got one hand on the back of his neck, I can't seem to stop my fingers from threading in and out of his hair, but the hand that was on the counter has somehow migrated to his face. My fingertips are busy investigating just how wonderful that perpetual five-o'clock shadow of his feels and how soft the underlying skin is, as they trail along his jaw and then upwards, outlining the plane of his cheek. I can't help wondering if the rest of him feels this good.
My eyes are closed as I allow myself to wallow in the sensations caused by his lips. I want to remember every second of this kiss, every sensation he evokes in me. I've had my fair share of fantasies about my tall, dark and enigmatic partner. Like I said earlier I've always known he was attractive and a girl can't be held responsible for what her mind gets up to once she's asleep. Somehow I never imagined he would taste this good or that his lips would be the perfect combination of firm yet gentle, they're wonderfully warm and soft, moist without being sloppy, I suddenly can't imagine ever being kissed by someone else after this. There is no way I could ever adequately describe to anyone quite how his lips feel against my own, apart from to say it's almost mind-blowing.
I try to shuffle forward on the counter, I want to feel more of him against me but his hands hold me firmly in place. He acknowledges my attempt to move by squeezing ever so slightly and then his thumbs start to lightly stroke over my skin. He's drawing small circles on my stomach with his thumbs, I can't help but think I'd rather he was doing that a little higher as I feel my nipples harden at the gentle caresses he indulging me with. At the same time I don't want to rush this. I don't know how far we're going to take this tonight, although I know how far I want this to go, and I don't know if he'll ever let this happen again, so I desperately want the opportunity to savour every moment and each individual sensation.
Speaking of individual sensations, I feel the tip of his tongue against the centre of my lower lip. A moan escapes my mouth as I allow him access. He squeezes my waist again, I'm rather enjoying that particular method of non-verbal communication, it reminds me of exactly how strong Bobby is and stirs up thoughts of all kinds of possibilities. This time, as he releases his grip, his hands move upwards a little and his thumbs softly caress the underside of my breasts at the same time as his tongue starts to explore my mouth.
A/N: I know – I'm cruel – but I'm keeping the chapters short on purpose. It's easier to switch perspectives that way and I really want to keep the 'switching view points' idea going, especially as so many of you seem to like it.