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Fires Within

Chapter Seven.

He had sat and watched Paula interact with Noah throughout dinner. He was surprised by Noah but he liked him, He was 8 years old but as he remembered from one case, that he and Eames's had solved, the perp referred to her young lover as 'an old soul'. He also, was highly intelligent and had a photographic memory. He was surprised to have found somebody who knew as much about the Mets as he did. 'After all Mets fan were becoming a dying species' he thought to himself and grinned. He thoughts were interrupted when Noah tapped him on his arm and asked (in sign) for his plate. Which Bobby handed to him. Paula had raised him as normally as she could and that impressed Bobby greatly.

Once Noah had deposited the plates in the kitchen he excused himself and went back to the living room to watch his favorite show on TV.

Paula had followed her son into the kitchen and filled two cups with coffee then returned to the dining table and placed Bobby's cup in front of him and then sat down next to him.

"Thanks" Bobby put cream into his coffee then looked at Paula. He had so much to say and didn't know where to start. It seemed as though Paula also had questions and she wasn't as reticent as Bobby.

"Where did you learn to use sign language?" She asked and then took a sip of her coffee and waited for him to explain.

Bobby smiled and then took a sip of his coffee to then answer her question.

"I have this tendency to learn a lot of things; it is something I can't switch off. When I was in the army I dated this girl who was deaf and I picked up a bit of sign language back then. However I gave myself a crash course when we were involved once in a case where an Otologist was murdered, our suspects back then were radical deaf people who were opposed to cochlea implants to restore hearing. The NYPD assigned an officer to help us communicate with them, but I wasn't satisfied with the way his morals always interfered with my interrogations. So I borrowed my partner's laptop and taught myself how to sign."

Paula was intrigued.

"You said his morals interfered, in what way?" She asked him.

Bobby squirmed in his seat.

"He refused to translate for us when they were holding a conversation. It was in a public place and was perfectly legal for him to do so, but he refused. Even Eames refused to pressure him to cooperate."

Paula looked at him puzzled by his statement.

"Ok and how would your partner have been able to get him to cooperate if he wouldn't for you?"

Bobby was once again impressed at the way she had picked up on what he was saying.

"Eames had dated him and she was pretty annoyed at me for trying to use her to get him to cooperate."

Paula watched him intently.

"Do you always call her by her last name?" She locked her eyes onto his to watch how he replied to her question.

Bobby suddenly knew how his perps felt when he interrogated them. Paula was watching his face and waiting for his answer.

"Always when we are working and even mostly if we ever meet up for drinks after work, before you ask me why. I do it to show her respect. She is senior partner. I'm lucky she stayed we have complementary skills." He finished his explanation.

Paula decided to stop asking him anymore about his partner. She didn't want to spark his anger. She rested her hand on his and caressed the back of his hand with her thumb.

Bobby closed her hand in his and pulled her over onto his lap. He had waited the whole time to hold her. He took in her perfume she smelt like honeysuckle it was intoxicating. He buried his face into her neck and started to nuzzle and lick her skin. His hands wandered to her back and slipped underneath the shirt she was wearing and started to trace small circles on her skin, letting his hands wander higher up her body pulling her tighter against him. Then he sought her lips with his and began to tease and nip at them, until he couldn't hold back any longer and slid his tongue into her mouth and slowly savored and explored and lapped at her tongue. She was like a drug and he was hopelessly addicted to her.

Paula sat on his lap feeling her body responding to his kiss. She felt as if he was turning her inside out and all her nerve endings were on fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shifted to get her body closer to his, causing him to groan into her mouth as she moved over him.

Bobby was slowly losing his control especially as she wriggled to get closer to him. He brought his hands down to her hips and broke their deep kiss, panting for breath. He rested his forehead against hers in an attempt to regain control over his body. He felt like a hormonal teenager again.

Paula was glad that Bobby had put a stop to it and sat there resting against him. She could feel him throbbing still underneath her and the shudders that ran through him. She placed a soft chaste kiss on his lips and then stood up and then took his hand and showed him around her house.

Bobby was amazed at Paula's house. He knew that she earned a great deal of money and that her parents were very rich and influential people. She probably didn't even need to work. The house was equipped with modern furniture and electronics. There was a pool out in the big garden with an adjacent hot tub. It was when she led him into her study that he totally forgot to breathe. Every conceivable space was filled with book shelves, he felt like a kid locked in a candy store. He walked in awe at the collections of first editions and all the books on psychology.

Paula stood in the doorway and watched him looking through all the books and how he reverently touched them.

"Where did your love for books come from?"She asked him and waited for his answer.

Bobby stopped in front of one particular book and took it out. It was the first edition of the adventures of Tom Sawyer, in mint condition. This book evoked such powerful memories in him. He needed to sit down; clutching the book to his chest he turned to Paula.

"My mom, before she became sick she was a librarian and after school, I used to stay with her till her shift was over and we went home. I could read when I was four." A smile appeared on his face. "I used to bury myself in all the books, my mom always had a hard time in convincing me to leave. For my 6th birthday she bought me this book and used to read it to me when it was time for me to go to sleep. I never could read it enough and never grew bored of it. It holds special memories for me." Bobby carefully placed the book back where it belonged.

"Does Noah like ice cream?

Paula was shocked at his sudden change of subject and it took her awhile for the question to make sense. She looked at Bobby and smiled.

"Yes he absolutely loves ice-cream." She replied.

Bobby walked up to her and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

"Then let's go." He took her hand and led her into the living room. He helped her get Noah ready for their little outing. Two hours later they returned home. They had eaten their ice cream and then went for a long walk along the coast to the lighthouse. Bobby carried Noah up to the top and they both enjoyed the view over the bay and the Atlantic Bobby pointed out the NY skyline to Noah. Then they returned to Paula's house.

Bobby took a seat in the living room as Paula bathed and got Noah ready for bed. He joined them in Noah's bed room as he had insisted that Bobby read him his good night story. Paula left them both alone and went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe and set the glasses ready on the table in the living room. After half an hour Bobby joined her on the couch where they both drank the wine and listened to some jazz. She lay enclosed in Bobby's arms and listened contently. Once the wine was finished she stood up and took Bobby's hand and led him to her bedroom to the adjoining master bathroom. She started to fill the huge whirlpool bath full of water. Then she turned and she and Bobby both helped each other out of their clothes and climbed into the tub. Bobby turned her around so that she was sitting with her back to him between his legs. He moved her hair to the side and then started to kiss her neck and shoulders and used a flannel to slowly wash her body paying great attention to her reactions. He took notice of every spot where she reacted to his touch, her breasts were the most sensitive so he placed the flannel on the side of the tub and gently started to caress them in his hands, teasingly drawing small circles over her nipples and feeling her arching her back in an attempt for more contact.

Paula was slowly being driven insane his hands were evoking small electric shocks that rocked through her body not to mention the effect of his mouth on her neck and shoulders. How could such a big man be so gentle? She turned to face him kneeling between his legs she took another flannel and started to wash his body. He closed his eyes and lay back in the tub enjoying the sensations her hands were bringing him. He had never felt so relaxed in his whole entire life. He opened his eyes wide when he felt her lips and fingers start to caress his nipples and when her hand wandered down his body all he could do was close his eyes and lose himself to the sensations. Once they finished bathing Bobby carried her to her bed and laid her gently down. He took her hands and laid them above her head, his intentions clear. He then started to kiss her as he laid on top of her, careful not to place all his weight on her.

He was driving her crazy with his kiss she desperately wanted to use her hands, but every time she tried to he patiently grabbed a hold of them and placed them above her head. Then he started to kiss his way down her body finding all those sweet spots he had found in the bathroom. After paying lavish attention on her nipples he trailed kisses down to her center listening to her soft sounds of approval at what his tongue and mouth were doing to her, unable to leave her hands inactive she started to fondle her breasts and ground herself into his mouth and when his fingers pinched her nub tightly and he drove his tongue deep inside her, she almost passed out with sheer pleasure as her climax ripped through her body. She had never had a lover like him; she loved the way he made her respond to him. After the tremors had stopped he kissed his way back up her body hesitating with his face in front of hers not knowing if he should kiss her. She took the decisions from him by pulling his face to hers and kissing him passionately, tasting herself on his lips. She felt driven all she now wanted was to feel him inside of her right now.

He was fast becoming undone. She was sucking on his tongue and grinding hard against him. Using his knees he parted her legs and entered her slowly. This he was not going to rush and he dictated the pace. His confidence had returned and all he wanted to do was pleasure her like she had never been pleasured before in her life. He alternated the speed and angle of his thrusts and changed positions twice keeping both of them teetering on the edge. He withdrew and rolled her onto her knees then entered leaned over her and slowly rejoined their bodies, he knew this position was the most erotic as the angle enabled him to put pressure on her g-spot with every thrust so alternating the speed and strength of his thrusts he drove them both simultaneously over the edge to a state of complete and utter bliss and exhaustion till they both collapsed, their bodies still joined and both fell into a deep sleep.