Again, drunkenness; still making this ooc and au - but I still feel like writing it so I am *smiles*

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The door to Bobby's apartment swung open and slammed into the wall, causing both of them to try to "shush" themselves while cracking up. They were whispering very loudly to each other.

"Why is that door so loud?"

"I don't know…it wasn't when I left."

That was followed by more hushed laughter as Bobby closed and locked the door.

"Okay, first things first." Alex proclaimed as she opened the fridge and leaned down to search for beer. She grabbed two bottles and handed them to Bobby to open.

He opened them, then handed one back to her. After that he began searching his desk for a phone book.

"Houston, we have a problem." He turned back and looked at her.

"Alex." She said as straight faced as she could.

"Huh?"

"My name isn't Houston, it's Alex."

More laughter.

"I can't find my phone book."

"Fine, I'll just crash on your couch."

For a second he felt some kind of alarm go off in his head, but he easily ignored it given his inebriated state. "Alright." He went to his room and got some blankets and a pillow.

Alex watched him return to the living room. "Are you putting me to be already?"

"No. I just, uh, wanted to get these out here…in case you, uh, fall asleep."

"You mean pass out."

He chuckled at her as he sat down on the couch, "yeah…I don't see you lasting too much longer."

"Well then, I'll be right back." She got up a bit unsteadily, put her beer on the kitchen counter then called out to him as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom, "Can I borrow something to sleep in?" She asked but she wasn't waiting for him to answer. He heard her as she went into his room and opened a few dresser drawers. He smiled to himself as he imagined what she picked out to change into. Then he heard her go into the bathroom. She came out a short time later and his jaw dropped when he saw her in nothing but one of his t-shirts. She either ignored his expression, or was oblivious to it, "I found a new toothbrush in there, so thanks."

"Hey, by all means…snoop around and help yourself."

She stopped short and gave him a surprised look, until she saw the hint of laughter in his eyes. "Oh, sarcasm…I get it." She plopped down on the other end of the couch.

He was still holding his beer as he was watched her. She took a look at him, then reached over and snagged the bottle out of his hand. "Hey…I think that's mine, Eames." She rolled her eyes at him, "Are we standing over a dead body?"

"Uh, no?" He gave her a confused look.

"Well then stop calling me Eames!"

He put his hands up, "Fair enough, sorry…Alex. But now…give me my beer."

She kept her eyes on him as she took a long sip. She lowered the bottle, "But mine is waaaay over there," she said as she pointed to her beer sitting on the counter.

He held his hand out but she took another sip.

"Give it back."

"Excuse me? Haven't you ever hear of manners?" She wriggled her eye brows at him suggestively. He felt his groin stir.

"Give it back… please." He said patronizingly.

She held it out a little bit but kept staring at him. He was at a loss. He wasn't sure what she was really trying to do, just how far she was expecting him to take this. She gave him a teasing smile and his heart started to beat faster.

Bobby watched her as she held the bottle out to him again. "Here," she said as she dangled it, waiting for him to reach for it. He stared at her for a few seconds, then he leaned over and grabbed onto it but Alex didn't let go. Instead she pulled it, and him, closer to her. She brought it right to her shoulder, so Bobby had to put one hand down on the couch as his body started to cover hers. He remained frozen for a second, noticing his hand on the couch was right against her bare thigh. He let go of the beer and moved his other hand to her neck; gently caressing her skin. She kept her eyes on his as she leaned forward and kissed him.

It was a chaste kiss; both of them initially too afraid to take it any further than a soft peck. But Bobby did let his hand roam on to her thigh. As he gave it a gentle squeeze her heard her gasp and he felt a fire burn deep inside of him for his partner.

He took the beer from Alex, placed it on the table, then returned his attention to her. His eyes quickly scanned her face then he lowered himself once again and gave her a searing kiss. His tongue dove inside of her mouth while she wrapped her arms around his neck, and her tongue around his own. The hand that was on her thigh slid up and under her t-shirt; running along the side of her, briefly taking a breast in his hand then quickly retreating. Before she knew what was happening, he was on his feet and standing in front of her.

"Bobby…what's wrong?" She was out of breath.

"This is…we can't do this…we're partners and we're drunk and this can not happen." He was breathing heavily as well.

With that he left the room as quickly as he could.

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Not five minutes later, Alex was standing in his bedroom. His heart started pounding again.

"The door was closed for a reason, Alex."

"You forgot this." She held his beer and started moving toward him. Once she was in front of him she extended her hand for him to take the bottle but he didn't move, so she put it on his nightstand. "And…you forgot this," with that, she removed the t-shirt.

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