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: Warning: I already warned you, didn't I - explicit content in this chapter as well – and definitely the next two after this – don't say I didn't warn you :o)
Bobby's POV
As I lead Alex down the hall and back to my bedroom I wonder if this time she will shut me out again afterwards. I'm not sure I could stand it if she did, but I know I can't stand to go another minute without making love to her. I'll just have to take the risk. This woman, this astounding, brilliant, amazingly beautiful, unbelievably sensual creature has asked me to make love to her and I cannot refuse her request.
I kiss her as soon as we make it through the door and I close it behind us. I'd almost manage to suppress the need to feel her lips against mine, to taste her and explore her mouth with my tongue. Somehow I have managed to go without this for two months, I know I won't be able to exert that kind of control again. If she can't accept my love for her after today, after she's opened to me so fully and had me open to her in return, I know there will be no option but to request a transfer. I won't be able to work beside this woman, to see her every day and not be able to hold her like this at night. My need for her is a tangible thing to me now, a hunger only she can satisfy, a thirst only her lips can quench. To be near her and not be able to have her would be too much of a torture, even for me.
The feel of her deceptively delicate yet strong fingers against my stomach causes my muscles to quake in the path of her touch. I can't stop the low, animalistic growl that rips through my chest in response, anymore than I can stop myself from pulling her clothes off of her. I'm no longer fully in control of my actions, my need to feel and taste her overriding that part of me that's trying to remind me of the emotional trauma we've raked up in the past twelve hours or so.
When I hear her whimper, for a second I slow down, thinking I've scared her. Then the sound escapes her again as she starts to drag the clothes from my body and I realise it's not a sound of fear but of begging. I have, somehow, managed to induce my lover to such a state of arousal that she has already reached a level of inarticulate desperation. I continue removing her clothes, as she continues to remove mine, both of us kissing and caressing exposed flesh. I can feel her muscles quaking beneath her skin, shivering against my lips and I know she can feel the same response from my own body as she moves her hands and mouth over me.
As I push the jeans and panties from her hips I lift her up in my arms, needing to taste her mouth again. Am I a fool for allowing this before we've actually spoken about where this relationship is going to go? If I am at least, at this moment, I'm a happy fool. I part her lips with my own and she opens willingly, allowing my tongue to glide into her mouth. After the first touch, she takes control of this kiss. My god, the way my Alex is sucking at my tongue, caressing it with hers, has my erection twitching as if she were actually working her mouth along it. I'm groaning and she's whimpering and there's not a damn thing wrong with that, this is beyond anything I remember from that night when we first made love and anything I've imagined since.
I'm starting to feel dizzy now, not only from lack of oxygen but from the intensity of the arousal this tiny snippet of a female is causing to leak out of every pore of my body. Before I collapse I manage to make it to the bed, placing her down gently and lying myself above her, never breaking this mind-blowing kiss. Then she shifts, just a little, beneath me and suddenly I can feel her heat, moist and ready for me, right against the head of my penis. My body jerks, as I fight the impulse to simply sink into her, and I have to breathe. I pull away from her mouth, more sharply than I would like to, as I pant for breath and exert some control over my response to her.
I rest my forehead lightly against hers, as she lies gasping beneath me. Her eyes are so dark with passion that I doubt I would recognise them, were I not looking down directly into them. I see her need and love for me, her acceptance of what is between us and I can't resist saying her name.
"Alex." I sound as if I could cry, to be honest I'm not sure that I'm not about to. When her eyelids flutter closed over her beautiful eyes, I very nearly do cry.
"Alex, don't, baby, please don't shut me out." I softly beseech this woman, who I am now certain is the centre of the entire universe, or at least my entire universe.
I am unimaginably grateful when her eyes open and she looks up at me once more, showing me unquestionably her trust and acceptance, the depth of her desire shines from her eyes along with her love and I am finally able to somehow regain enough control of myself to slow down and treat her as she deserves to be treated.
My lips linger on her cheek, unbelievably smooth. Down to her strong jaw; soft, gentle kisses, which I hope convey to her how much she means to me. Then back to the irresistible lure of her lips; those wonderful, sensuous, delicious lips. I control myself, keeping the contact light, teasing tastes of what I long to plunder. I can't draw myself away from her lips, yet I must tell her what she means to me.
"I love you, Alex. I have loved you, I think, since that first day in Deakins' office. I don't want anyone but you and I intend to show you exactly how you should be treated by a man. You are the most amazing woman I've ever met and I can't believe I've been so lucky as to be blessed with having you in my life. I am going to make love with you, Alex, and when we're finished I want to hold you in my arms and watch you sleep and know that I never have to let you go again."
I can't believe I managed to string so many words together coherently, given the lack of blood to my brain. I've never been this aroused, not even that first night we were together. I swear I've never been this hard in my life. I feel as if my whole body could explode just at a touch of her hand in the right place. Sweet Jesus, Alex Eames, what have you done to me!
Then I feel her small, impossibly cool hand against the back of my neck and her mouth is on mine. Why, exactly, was I trying to control myself, again? The feel of her tongue taking possession of my entire mouth, the way she's sucking at my tongue, her lips hungrily feasting on mine is possibly the most erotic sensation I've ever known. I was wrong, I can get harder. This is insane, but it's an insanity I can happily live the rest of my life with.
She's softening the kiss now. 'Don't, Alex, don't stop.' If I weren't so busy kissing her I'd actually say the words. I want this to go on forever, who needs oxygen anyway? A small whimper of protest, as though her body is being overruled by her brain, escapes her wonderful lips as they separate from mine and then she speaks.
"Bobby, I'm so sorry …"
I start to pull away, fear slashing through my gut and confusion addling what's left of my brain. She wants me to stop, I don't want to but I can stop. I'm not sure how, but I can find a way. I will not hurt this woman, I love her too much to ever hurt her. Then the hand on my neck draws me back down, her arm around my waist tightens, not allowing me to escape the temptation of her body.
"… I'm sorry that I put you through this … these past months … I never should have done that. I love you, more than I've ever loved any man. I need you and I want you and I didn't know how to deal with that and still work beside you. I know now …"
'No, Alex, no. There is nothing you should apologise for. Not so long as you mean everything else you said. Not so long as you love me.'
I can't get the words out because I have to kiss her. I have to have this woman. I need to taste every inch of her. Her body seems to hear my own body's silent plea, as she arches into me. Her moist heat is brushing against my hardened flesh, relieving just a tiny amount of the need I have for the friction of her body. Her breasts, hard tipped with need, press firmly into the muscles of my chest, seemingly begging for my attention.
How could I have been so remiss in my duties to her pleasure? I've been so seduced by the taste of her mouth that I've been neglecting the rest of her. I shift my weight, rather than resting on both arms, I free my left arm, allowing my hand to start a slow, almost languorous, exploration of her skin. Caressing gently, seeking and finding those points on her body that I remember only too well from our previous encounter. I lazily work my way from her lips, down her neck, across her collarbone and back. Her skin is luscious beneath my tongue and lips. I become aware that I'm speaking as I move from one small section of flesh to the next.
I can't seem to stop her name from falling from my lips every time they leave her skin, as often as not followed by some diminutive that under normal circumstances would earn me a meeting with Eames' right hook. My words are a benediction to her, pouring out my need, want, love for her, hers forever should she want it; her beauty, physical and spiritual; the wonder I feel at her allowing this, at her letting such as me taste her like this, that she would permit me to touch her in this way. I'm barely conscious of what words I choose, or rather don't choose to speak, they simply tumble from my lips, I'm not ever sure I'm speaking solely in English. Was that Spanish just then? That was German! Alex doesn't even speak German! I can't seem to stop the words that fall from my mouth, any more than I can halt the progress of my hand and mouth against her skin.
Oh god, her breast feels and tastes wonderful as I latch my mouth around it, I can't help but try to suck her entire breast into my mouth, my tongue unable to resist swiping across the taut peak of her nipple. She actually cries my name, loud and long, as I attempt to devour her flesh. My hand imitates my mouth, engulfing her other breast, my thumb stroking in time with the sweeping of my tongue. Does the other one taste this good as well? Oh, lord, yes it does. I lean on my left arm now, giving my right hand freedom to caress the breast my mouth has just relinquished. She definitely seems to approve of my actions. I feel her heat against my stomach as her pelvis thrusts upwards in response to my ministrations.
That's not nice, Alex, trying to distract me. I tighten my lips more firmly around her breast, slide my tongue back behind my teeth and very gently bring my teeth into contact with her flesh, not hard enough to mark her, encircling her nipple I press firmly. A low moan slowly rises from within her, I feel it vibrate through her chest before it escapes from between her slightly parted lips. I know it isn't a moan of pain, I swore to myself I would not hurt her and I haven't; that was pure, unadulterated arousal. She's getting so close to her orgasm now that I can almost taste it on her skin.
I can certainly smell her excitement, not only where it emanates most strongly, between her strong, silky thighs, but all over her. Just as I can feel my own arousal seeping from every pore on my body, I can smell it seeping from hers. The faint quiver of her muscles, especially when I reach the flat plane of her stomach is simply confirmation of what I already know. My lover needs me to complete my task and it will be my great pleasure to do so.
I finally slide down so that my shoulders are between her luscious thighs, sliding her legs down my back so as not to overstretch her muscles, which I kiss gently, savouring the taste of her juices which have already flowed down her skin. I breathe in her scent, just as I remember it yet like nothing else in the world; sweet, intoxicating and undeniably erotic. I know from experience that Alex moves when she comes, so I lay both my hands gently across her hips, as I place a first, soft kiss against those other lips that I have not tasted up until now.
"Oh God, yes." So loud a noise from so small a body. So much passion held within what seems such a slight vessel. I do love to make Alex scream. Let's see if I can do better this time.
I put a little more pressure against her hips, knowing from the way she bucked at my first, almost timid contact, that she is on the very brink of her orgasm. I need to have some small amount of control over her body, to enable me to draw out my pleasuring of her for as long as possible.
The taste of her on my tongue almost undoes my resolve, I thought she couldn't possibly taste better than she smelt. Even I can be wrong sometimes it seems. Alex's nectar is like her; strong, sweet, subtle and undeniably sexy; an unidentifiable blend and combination without which my life will never again be complete. I simply cannot possibly get enough of her, my lips tug at her folds, my tongue laps at her. It's impossible to decide what is better; the sensation of running my tongue along her folds, then teasingly over her clitoris and feeling her body's attempts to buck beneath the weight of my hands on her hips, or simply delving into her depths, sweeping around her walls, tormenting pleasure points and sampling her juices at the same time. My tongue is deep within her, my teeth pressing gently against her clit, when she screams.
"Bobby … love … you … don't … stop … Bobby."
Every inch of her body seems to tense for a second; her limbs tight and stiff, her back arched taut, bowed off the bed; before her muscles begin to relax again. I don't stop, I can't, not yet. I have to taste every last drop of her. My tongue sweeps around the inside of her, as her internal muscles unclamp, pulsating around it. As her body finally goes lax with satisfaction, I hear faint begging whimpers again, from somewhere seemingly far away. I raise my head and find myself looking into my lover's very hungry eyes. She wants more. I don't even think of resisting the temptation she so willingly places in front of me.
A/N: *cough …cough* – hope you enjoyed that – excuse me whilst I go grab a shower – *cough …cough* – and let my laptop cool down – the smoke's getting a bit thick in here – *cough …cough* ;o)