Disclaimer: I do not own these characters I'm only borrowing them!
This Chapter remains a T rating but only just. Also please forgive me I haven't got a clue about sailing jargon and will be leaving details of which out. It is after all a fic about Bobby and Paula. I hope you enjoy.
FIRES WITHIN
Chapter Three.
The drive to the harbor had been a short one. It didn't take them long to locate the marina with the yacht that they were to spend the day on.
Bobby carried their baggage to the boat and within 20 minutes they found themselves under sail. It was a glorious hot summer day and the ocean was calm. Bobby watched as Dr Gyson disappeared below deck only to return in a bikini. It was only when he heard her calling his name that he realized that he had been staring at her. After he was able to snap out of his reverie, he walked over to where she was seated and took a seat on the sun bed, next to hers, that was set up for them on the deck. He realized that she was offering him her sun lotion and he gratefully accepted it. He placed it beside him on his sun bed then removed his top and started to rub the lotion onto his body.
Paula handed Bobby the sun lotion then put on her sunglasses and laid back on the sun bed. After he removed his shirt, she couldn't stop herself. Hiding behind her sunglasses she took in this man sitting across from her. The light dusting of salt and pepper hairs on his big broad chest and watching those long graceful fingers massaging in the sun lotion. Her mouth had become very dry all at once. It took a while for her to realize that he had asked her something.
It didn't take great observation skills, to notice, that she had watched him apply the lotion to his body. After all he too had indulged in the pleasure of watching her. He then had a great idea. Although he was a tad confused when she didn't answer him the first time he asked her.
"Would you like me to put some lotion on your back?"He asked and was pleased when he saw a reaction from her.
Being still tongue tied she nodded and smiled and rolled over onto her stomach.
Bobby sat himself on the edge of her sun bed. Then he untied her bikini top. He felt her tense a bit as he did this. Quickly, so that she wouldn't have the time to put a stop to him, he started to massage the lotion into her skin and he smiled as he felt her relax under his skillful hands.
It took all her efforts to stop herself from moaning as she felt his strong but gentle fingers massaging the lotion into her skin. It seemed as though every nerve ending in her skin was on fire. He certainly is very thorough, she thought, as she felt his fingers brushing the side of her breasts on either side. When she felt that he wasn't stopping at just her back and had started to massage the lotion onto the back of her legs she had to bite on her lip to stop any sounds omitting. Was it her imagination or was he deliberately letting his fingers graze under the elastic of her bikini bottoms?
Bobby was enjoying rubbing the lotion into her flawless skin and he got a bit carried away until he noticed where his fingers were. Although he had lost over 30 pounds in weight all of a sudden his pants had become a very tight uncomfortable fit, and he decided that it was for the best if he returned to his sun bed and start to work on the tan on his back!
As soon as Bobby had stopped and moved back to his sun bed Paula's emotions were running high. She is his therapist and right now shouldn't be having these feelings towards him. There was nothing else she could do but try and establish a professional distance to him again. Her conclusion was logical, but, why did she feel so disappointed? She needed to pace and sort her emotions out, so she did the next best thing and refastened her bikini top and then went and got them both a drink from the yachts galley.
They spent the rest of their trip engaging in small talk and enjoying the beautiful scenery along the coast. Bobby could tell that she had distanced herself to him, he couldn't explain his behavior towards her. All he knew was that feelings were awakening inside of him that were frightening him, and yet, he was unable to stop them. When they both reached her car he told her that it would be best if he walked home, and that dinner would be at 7 pm. Then he walked away and didn't look back.
Bobby walked to the Italian deli and bought the ingredients he would need for this evenings dinner and some freshly baked Italian bread. After arriving home he washed the chicken and then prepared the marinade and placed it in the fridge. Dr Gyson had asked him what he would cook later but he didn't tell her. He could only hope that she would like the chicken marsala that he was making for her. After all preparations for their dinner were met he then concentrated on cleaning up the beach house and setting the table.
He still had a few hours so he decided to change into his swimming shorts and go for a swim and try and burn off some of his restless energy in the ocean.
In the mean time Paula sat at her desk in her study, and was trying to sift through the shift in dynamics of her feelings for one Robert Goren. She remembered the turbulent start to their therapy sessions, and how he had steadily improved and opened up to her. It had taken a long time for her to gain his trust. She felt that he was now finally coming to terms with his life. She knew there were still things he was keeping from her, but they were working on those issues. She didn't know where this was heading she could only hope that it wouldn't damage everything that they had built up together. After she had read through all their notes she was amazed at how fast the time had flown, so she went and prepared herself for her dinner with Bobby.
Bobby had just finished getting dressed for the evening when he heard her knock on the front door. He was, however unprepared for what he saw as he opened the door. She was wearing a light floral summer dress that seemed to hug her figure and ended just above her knees. Her hair was perfectly and set up in a beautiful French Twist style which accentuated her neck and sloping shoulders, in an effort to not look as though he was staring he stepped aside and invited her in. He helped her remove her lace shawl, and couldn't resist letting his fingers brush over her skin as he did so. Dinner would take another 20 minutes so he led her into the living room and served her a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.
After they had drunk their wine aperitif she couldn't help but stare after him as he left to finish cooking the dinner. He was dressed in a black button down shirt and black jeans and the few days he had spent here had done him wonders. He had already gotten a wonderful tan and looked very relaxed and happy. All the tensions from earlier were gone. She was amazed at all the things Robert Goren was good at. He knew how to dress, his manners were impeccable, and the aromas that were assaulting her senses were anything to go by, then he was also a master in the kitchen.
The meal was heavenly for starters Bobby had served her a plate with thinly sliced Parma ham and melon, followed by the best chicken marsala she had ever eaten. She would have to ask him if he really had cooked that himself and if so then she definitely wanted the recipe. The dessert totally left her speechless. Bobby had made a tiramisu that was to die for, she was going to have to hit the gym for a few hours to work off all of what she had eaten. To top it all he refused to let her help him take care of the dishes, and sat her down on the couch in the living room with a glass of red wine.
Bobby felt that the dinner had gone well after he had finished clearing up the table he refilled his wine glass and joined Dr Gyson in the living room and sat down across from her on a chair. It was such a wonderful warm evening that he asked her if she would like to go for a walk with him and was glad when she accepted.
They had strolled up to the light house along the beach and had found a beautiful spot and sat down to watch the sun disappear over the horizon. Paula was mesmerized by the beauty of it, but all Bobby noticed was her, and when she turned to tell him something, she stopped mid sentence by the intensity of his stare. He reached out and brushed the strand of hair behind her ear and then traced along her jaw to her chin with the tips of his fingers, then unable to stop himself he leaned into her and captured her lips with his mouth.