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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: Final chapter for this Post-Ep but I will be adding to this story – I have at least two more episodes from Season 1 I want to cover.
Alex's POV
Never before in my life has an orgasm reduced me to tears, then again I've never experienced an orgasm as intense of the one Bobby just brought me to. This man is truly amazing, he's softly kissing away the last of the tears from my cheeks. Who would ever believe that such a big man was so gentle, his actions are almost reverent.
Now that I'm back in control of my body I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I realise, with another wave of intense arousal, just how much I want to feel him inside me. Hmm, I'm enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue as he removes the residue of my tears from my face, the slightly scrape of his stubble is a wonderful counterpoint to the softness of his lips and the smooth strength of his tongue on my skin. Time to show my appreciation.
Wrapping my hand around his neck once more I kiss him. Not only does this keep him in place for my kiss, it allows me to steady myself as I shift myself around slightly in his lap so that I'm straddling him. I feel his arms tighten around me, as if to keep me from moving, but the slickness he's brought to my skin doesn't allow for much grip.
I almost cry out again as I impale myself on his wonderfully hard member, but manage to keep it down to a load, satisfied moan as he fills me. I've never been with anyone his size before. The sensation as he stretches my walls and his glans nudge against my cervix is beyond description.
He obviously isn't about to complain, not if the way he just shouted my name loud enough to shake the walls of my bedroom is anything to go by.
The feeling of him filling me is too exquisite to mess with so I start rocking my hips and lightning flashes fill my body as his length and breadth hit every pleasure point within me. I'm looking into his eyes and I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful as the joy I see written there. Things only get better as he thrust upwards into me. Good god I didn't think I could feel any fuller but Bobby somehow manages it. There are soft, incoherent moan falling from my lips as I ride him and I don't care if I sound ridiculous because this feels ridiculously marvellous. Every inch of my body is on fire for this man as I feel waves of pleasure rushing through my body.
I can't take much more of this. He's kissing me with so much hunger and passion I can almost believe he could consume me; this feeling could consume me. I shouldn't be feeling that extra something that's making this so much more than just sex. This isn't fucking; this is lovemaking and I can feel the flow of emotion between us and I know we shouldn't be feeling this.
Love can cause too many complications in our partnership and this is the best partnership I've had. I know he needs me to help him maintain his sometimes tenuous balance in the job. We shouldn't be doing this at all, we shouldn't be feeling what I know we're both feeling even if neither of us has said the words.
'Please, Bobby,' I think desperately, as I feel him start to roll the two of us over, 'please, don't say the words!'
Bobby's POV
She's so damn tight I can barely fit into her, which feels incredible because she's so warm and wet that, even with her so small and me so big, nothing has ever felt anywhere near to being this good. Her lack of hesitation is amazing to me and I realise that she's finding the way we fit together just as wonderful as I am. The sensation of her walls tightening around me as she rocks her hips against mine surpasses anything I've experienced and I can't help but thrust into her, even though it's not that easy given that I'm half sat up. I want to erase her body's memory of any and all lovers she has known in the past. I want this to be the best she's ever had because she's certainly the best thing that's ever happened to me.
The little moaning noises she's making are almost enough to strip me of what little self-control I have left. I need to taste her, so I pull her to me and kiss her again. I'm pouring everything I'm feeling into this kiss. All the passion she has aroused in me, all the need I feel for her, a hunger unlike anything before this and, beyond all those other feelings, the love that I can't hide or hold back any longer. I know she feels it too, that this is more than just a night's passion but I still don't know if she'll let this be more.
I need to thrust into her and I can't do that as we are now, not the way I want to. I lock my arms around her back and roll us over so that she is beneath me. Somehow I manage to stay inside her and keep my mouth against hers even as I manoeuvre us both. I'm painfully aware of the differences in our sizes at this moment and I'm careful to take my weight on my forearms as I rise up above her.
I look down at the most beautiful woman in the world and, if it's possible, I fall even more in love with her as I see the love she's been so desperately trying to hide shining from her eyes. The kiss we share is so intense it literally steals my mind and my body is moving on autopilot as I begin to move within her. She's unbelievably responsive, her hips meeting mine in perfect rhythm. Usually being this in synch with a lover takes some time but Alex's body seems to know what mine will do before I know it myself.
I can't think, I can only feel. I feel her slightly body undulating beneath me, our hips slamming into each other, her breasts pressing against my chest. I feel her tight warmth around my shaft, the slickness of her centre as I pull back only to thrust in even deeper. I feel her take me into her, stretching and contracting, as her hands roam over my body, sending sparks flying along every nerve. I feel the skin of her back against the palms of my hands as I cradle her body, the tattoo of her heartbeat thumping within her chest.
I hear her wailing my name again, as her hips buck and her core tightens around me to the point of pain and then she takes me with her, over the edge into ecstasy, crying out her name as I go.
Aftermath
It's been almost half an hour since they experienced something so intense that neither one of them would be able to find the words to describe it. They're laying facing each other, Alex's blankets pulled over them, but they don't actually remember moving into that position or who managed to gather the strength to move enough to pull the covers over them.
"Bobby." Alex's voice is gentle as she strokes her partner's face with her fingertips.
"Alex." Bobby responds and kisses her softly on the lips.
"You do know we shouldn't do this again, don't you." It's not a question. It's Alex's way of telling him they can't risk their partnership.
Even though he knows what she's really saying and understands why she's saying it, Bobby has to try. "Just because we shouldn't, doesn't have to mean we can't." Another kiss, more intense this time, follows his softly spoken assertion.
She returns his kiss, with the same intensity. When it's over she speaks again.
"We have to at least try …" she doesn't really want to say this but she knows she must. "We have to at least try to put this aside. I'm not sure we can do this and work together."
He nods, regret written all over his face for the decision she's come to, but most definitely not for what has happened between them. He knows what she's getting at, they're both very tied up in the job and the way they work together can be incredibly intense. Given what they've experienced together tonight a personal relationship would be no less intense. Could they handle that kind of duel intensity, being together so much of the time in both roles; partners and lovers; could that burn them both out, either on or off the job, maybe even both?
"Do you want me to leave now?" He's fervently hoping she doesn't. He desperately wants to stay and hold her through one night at least.
"Would I be horrible if I asked you to stay?"
He gathers her more closely to him and whispers his answer to her. "No, Alex, you could never be anything but incredible."
The only answer she can summon is a kiss, she's afraid to trust her voice again right now because she knows if her voice cracks, as she fears it would, tears will follow.
They stay wrapped around each other, kissing and touching until they fall asleep, they will wake still in each other's arms. Neither of them says the words 'I love you' but every kiss and caress they share screams it.
Tomorrow, when they wake and he has to leave, they will, once again, be Goren and Eames but for now, just for tonight, they will let themselves be Bobby and Alex.
A/N: So here ends the Post-Ep for 'Jones'. I'm willing to take suggestions, if anyone has a particular favourite episode from Season 1 they'd like me to 'smut up', I'm willing to give it a try. Otherwise I'll just move on to 'The Third Horseman' – I love the scene where she asks him to "Promise me a margarita when this is all over" not to mention the bit where she nails him about his views on abortion – that scene just screams for some backstory.