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: Sorry for the slight delay. My husband decided to take the day off today – which made getting the privacy to write this rather difficult.
Bobby's POV
I finally allow myself to move my body closer to hers. I think I can risk it now without exploding on the spot at the contact. I slide my hands around to her back and pull her against me, savouring the feel of her hardened nipples pressing into my chest. I can't keep my hands still, I want to touch every inch of her skin but for the moment I'll make do with exploring the length of her spine and the breadth, small as it is, of her back where it's exposed between the two patches of cloth that constitutes her nightwear. I can't help but wonder if the rest of her body will be as sensitive to my touch as her back seems to be, because if she keeps moving like she's doing at the moment, I may well not survive the night.
I know this whole situation is going cause problems, because if nothing else the next time someone asks how I put up with my partner's sharp tongue I'm going to have a hard time not correcting them. There are many words beginning with 'S' that I could now use to describe the tongue currently twining itself around mine and exploring my mouth but sharp isn't one of them; silken, sensuous, sweet, sumptuous, salacious; any one of those but definitely not sharp.
I'm not sure how much longer I'm gonna have the use of my legs because her body arching against mine is about to short-circuit every nerve in my body. There's only one realistic solution to this problem. As she pulls her mouth away from mine I take the opportunity to do two things. First, I start to kiss her neck, she tastes unbelievably good and I'm tempted to strip off the ridiculously small tank top she's wearing to find out if her breasts taste this good as well. I settle for tasting my way along her collarbone instead, yep still tastes good. Second, as I feel my legs beginning to shake at the effort of retaining enough control to remain standing, I ask a question that, until tonight, I never thought I'd be asking at all.
"Alex, which door is the bedroom?"
"Hmm, what?" Her voice is so soft and breathless I can barely hear her.
"Which door is the bedroom, Alex?" She's staring at me as if I've asked her to name all 50 states, alphabetically. It strikes me that I've got Alex Eames so damn worked up she can't answer a simple question. I can't help but grin at the thought and I can't very well let the moment pass uncommented upon.
"If I'd known kissing you would be such an effective method of keeping you quiet I would have tried it on day one, Eames."
I reinforce my point by kissing her again, unable to resist the lure of her mouth. How the hell did I manage to work the last four months with this woman and not do this sooner? I finish reacquainting myself with her mouth and decide I really do need an answer to my question. I work my way from her lips to her ear, unable to tear my lips away from her skin.
"Which door is your bedroom, Alex?" I'm starting to have trouble speaking and I can't remember ever feeling this aroused before in my life. Nevermind that I'm still fully clothed and she's still, technically at least, covered up.
I'm a little surprised when she manages to answer me this time. "Across the hall, second door."
Thank God. The strength returns to my legs as sweep I Alex off the counter and into my arms, turning us both around and heading towards her kitchen door.
"Goren, what the … put me down." That nearly sounds like Eames, except for the huskiness in place of the steely edge her voice would normally carry when she's telling me off for something.
"I don't think so, Alex." I kiss her quickly, before I can lose my nerve or the weakness returns to my legs, and carry her across the hall to the open door of her bedroom.
It's easy to figure out which side of the bed she prefers, the blankets are already folded back and I place her down on the sheet, following her down onto the bed.
'God she's beautiful', I can't seem to find my voice at the moment because I'm staring down into my partner's eyes and, just before they drift closed, I swear I see something more than desire in them. I still can't believe I'm doing this, as I start to trace the planes of her face with my left hand, then follow the path my fingertips have just traced with my lips.
As my left hand sets about exploring the curves of her body, her fingers are working on the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Even the light contact between her fingertips and the skin of my chest is enough to send shocks through my body, I never knew anyone could make me feel like this. I somehow manage to shrug off my shirt. She's keeping her eyes closed, and there's a slight frown on her brow, as if she's worried about something. I need to see her eyes, to know this is still what she wants.
"Alex, please, open your eyes." I realise as I speak that I sound like I'm begging, but at this point I don't care. I'm just barely holding myself in check, and the sparks running from her hands along the flesh of my chest and back really aren't helping. I'm pretty sure the movement of my hand over her skin is having a similar affect, I know the almost imperceptible shivers running through her body are beyond her control.
"Alex, baby, please." It's taking every ounce of self-control I have left not to close the fraction of an inch that separates my mouth from hers and then her eyes open.
Her frown deepens for a second and I think there's a sprinkle of fear in her eyes. Then her eyes clear, all trace of the frown is gone, and she's looking at me like she did back in the kitchen. I want to tell her exactly how much she means to me but all I can manage to get out is "Hi", before I find my lips brushing lightly against hers.
"Hi." She whispers up at me and returns my kiss, just as gently. Then I realise her hands are at the waistband of my jeans and I remember the fear I saw in her eyes a moment ago. I stop her from taking any further action by gently
"You're sure?" I have to ask, I have to be certain, this is too important to mess up.
"I'm sure. You?" There's nothing but certainty and passion in her voice, but I can't allow myself to relax just yet, there's something else I need to ask.
"Yes. Do we need…" 'Hey, that's cheating.' She's distracting me with her kiss now.
"Pill." I feel a shudder go through me at the implication of her answer. I know I want to be able to feel every inch of her but even so …
"We can still use …" What was I about to say. She's somehow wriggled her hand out of mine and into my jeans. I can feel the back of those delicate, tiny, yet amazingly strong fingers brushing against me through the single layer of fabric that now separates her from me and I lose the thread of what I was trying to say.
"I trust you. I do usually use a condom but, unless you want to …"
She's pushing my jeans and boxers down over my hips and all possibility of conscious thought, nevermind further conversation, is lost to me as I help her shed what remains of my cloths and then remove the shorts and tank top from her body. She's perfect and I hope I'm showing her exactly how wonderful she is as I attempt to discover which points on her body bring her the most pleasure. I'm trying to memorise each of the small noises that escape her as I explore her body with my hands and mouth. At the same time I'm trying to catalogue each taste, as I sample her flesh with my lips and tongue, I can't resist gently nipping at her occasionally, putting just enough pressure through my teeth to leave the faintest of impressions on her skin. I know she's doing the same thing to me, tasting, teasing, discovering and I'm not objecting, as incoherent noises fall from my lips and onto her skin.
We must have shifted positions quite a few times, not that I can actually remember, because now I'm laying on my back underneath one extremely aroused, amazingly beautiful woman. I slide my left hand up her thigh, whilst I nuzzle and nibble at a point on her neck that I really like, it makes her squirm and moan softly. Then, as my hand reaches its destination and the very tips of my fingers part her folds, feathering across the tiny bundle of nerves I intend to pay careful attention to, I feel her stiffen and a shrill squeak escapes her before she clamps her mouth shut, cutting it off. My face leaves the haven of her neck and I meet her eyes. There is no sign of fear or doubt there, and I realise she's fighting for self-control.
"Are you always like this?" The tone of my voice does nothing to hide my wonder at her response to my attentions.
"Like what?" She gasps and I slide my index and middle fingers into her, stroking my thumb across her clit as I penetrate her. Her hips buck against my hand as I swirl my fingers around her inner walls, seeking those places that make her clench around my digits, hoping to find that one spot that will finally tip her over the edge.
"So damn hot, Alex." I grind the words out, fighting the impulse to remove my fingers from her and lift her so that she's straddling me. I'm desperate to be inside her but I realise that, with her so small and me definitely not, I need to bring her to orgasm before I can make love to her. I smile and kiss her neck again to hide my smile from her. I know she's been trying to hide her emotions from me, so I've done my best to hide my own from her, but she can't disguise the fact that she's feeling the same thing I am. This is about more than just physical attraction for both of us.
I continue my ministrations, considering for a moment whether to lay her down on the bed and taste her centre. I decide against any change of position when, as I slide a third finger into her warmth, her walls clamp around my fingers and her hips begin to buck without rhythm.
"Bbbobbbbyyyy." My name passes her lips as a long drawn out scream. My own hips buck upwards in response to her cry and for a split second, as I press against her thigh, I honestly think I'm gonna lose all control before I even get the chance to actually be inside her.
As I manage to assert some control over my body, I concentrate on her, continuing to press my fingertips against that point inside her that's making her literally scream with passion, whilst my thumb circles around her clit. Now she's not only screaming my name again but she's sobbing, burrowing her face into my neck as her body shakes with release and tears start to slip from her eyes, I can feel them against my skin. I draw out her pleasure until her body goes completely relaxed, at the same time I manage to get her to look up at me. I've never known anyone react so intensely to an orgasm before but I was right, she's crying. I start kissing the tears from her face, occasionally brushing my lips against hers, still unable to resist her amazing mouth even as gentle sobs are still falling from her lips.
As her body relaxes and she finally starts to come down from her orgasm, I shift her so that she's laying completely on top of my and sit up slightly, so that I can hold her against my chest and finish kissing away the tears that are still wetting her cheeks. By the time she's become fully aware of her surroundings I have my arms wrapped around her and I'm nuzzling gently at her face, softly lapping the last of her tears and kissing away the tracks their predecessors have left in their wake.
I know when she's fully back with me. One of those tiny hands of hers comes up to the back of my neck and her mouth finds mine. She's shifting her body, I realise what she's up to and try to tighten my arms around her to stop her but her body is now slick with a fine layer of perspiration, making it difficult to keep a hold on her without gripping too hard. Then I wonder why I was trying to stop her in the first place.
Given our relative positions when she started to manoeuvre it's only taken a small shift for her to achieve her goal. She's straddling me and it's my turn to scream her name as she lowers herself, surrounding my hardened flesh with her molten heat in one motion.
A/N: Hope I didn't disappoint anyone ;o)