Chapter 11

"Your mom's going to be all right," Alex whispered. Meanwhile her mind was screaming God let Bobby be okay! With determination, Alex turned toward the balcony, drawing her weapon as she did.

The woman, surprised when the big man collapsed, took two wobbly backward steps, turned and ran for the balcony, dropping the hand with the gun to her side as she did.

Bobby bounded after her, as quickly as he could. By the time he got to the balcony door, he was on his feet again. He raced out into the icy wind and grabbed the unsuspecting woman by the waist. He yanked her back and dropped her to the cement, securing the arm with the gun with one hand. He pinned her with his body, caught his breath, and shouted "Clear!"

Alex was almost in tears. "Clear!" She repeated, as loudly as she could, replacing her weapon in its holster. The door burst open and a horde of officers came in to help. As soon as someone took over for her, Alex slipped away, outside.

Bobby, too, had been relieved. He sat on the cold concrete, feeling it seep right up through the fabric of his pants. He was out of breath, and he was shaking.

"Are you all right?" She asked, squatting down beside him and resting her hand on his knee.

He gave her a cheshire grin. "Yeah."

"What happened?"

He shrugged. "I had to give her an out."

Angrily, she smacked his leg, hard. "You gave me a heart attack, Goren!" He shivered, and her abrasive tone disappeared. "C'mon. It's cold out here. Let's get you inside."

Alex rose and offered him her hand as he pulled himself to his feet. They took care of business first, sharing the details of the case with the other officers, making the arrests official. Then they walked down the steps to the car.

Alex shot frequent glances in his direction. He really had scared her, and she wasn't convinced there wouldn't be a repeat of last week. She slipped into her seat and started the car.

Bobby got his seatbelt fastened and caught her stealing another look. "You don't have to look at me like that," he said. "I'm okay, really."

Her eyes met his, searched his. Bobby dropped his hand over hers, and the warmth of it convinced her. She pulled out into the city street and headed back to 1PP.

"Hey Eames," he said, finally finished with the paperwork.

She signed the report and looked over at him.

"It's Sunday. We should have a little fun. Come along with me?"

Her eyes sparkled when she smiled. "Dancing again?"

His eyes met hers. "No, I had… something else in mind."

A bowl of popcorn was on the coffee table, and his arm rested comfortably over her shoulders. The movie was good, had kept them entertained for over an hour. When the credits started to roll, Alex sighed.

"Wow. I never thought he would tell her."

Bobby leaned over and brushed his lips against her ear.

"Did you like it, Bobby?" She asked him as he methodically kissed his way down her jawbone, and landed on her neck.

"Mmm-hmmm," he replied.

"What was your favorite part?"

"This part," he answered softly, swirling his tongue against her skin. She moved her head, granting him better access. He brought his right hand over and rested it on her hip bone and his tongue found her lips.

Alex brought her hands up and framed his face, feeling his rough evening whiskers as they moved with each other. The kiss broke, and they stared at each other, panting. Alex smoothed back his curls, then leaned in to hug him tightly, her hands pulling hard against his back.

"You scared the hell out of me today."

He slumped and his own arms wrapped tightly around her. "I'm sorry. It was the only thing I could think of. Words weren't working."

"I don't want to lose you, Bobby. I don't ever want to lose you."

He thought about it, the significance of what she said. Alex knew loss. She'd lost her husband in the line of duty. He thought back, saw her posture as she stood by him in the emergency room last week. In his mind's eye, he saw the worry that had been written on her face.

He moved his arms, holding her even closer. "I love you, Alex." He'd finally said it. No more hints or clever quips. It was out there. And even though he knew without her ever speaking the words, when she said it, a surge swelled in him and he kissed her again and again.

Sometime later, she finally broke away from him. Their hands still drifted across each other, and she asked quietly. "What do you want to…?"

The look in his eyes sent a jolt through her. She swallowed and lowered her gaze.

Bobby gently lifted her chin with one finger. "Do you?"

Her nod was all he needed. His moist lips pressed against hers and then he led her by the hand to his bedroom.

He was nervous. He wanted it to be perfect, and beautiful… worthy of her. Bobby shuffled a moment, from one foot to the other. Then he drew her into his arms and they danced. In the rhythm of their steps, to the song no one else could hear, his hand snuck in and buttons fell free.

Alex quivered under the sensation of his enormous hand against her bare skin. They swayed together, and her hand lifted his shirt. In the gentle movements of the dance, they managed to strip to their underwear.

The air in the room was cold, and Bobby pulled back the comforter and watched her slide in. He followed after her, his hands already exploring previously forbidden zones.

Her lips fell against his and he gasped as her hand slid over his shorts. His body pressed against her hand, and he moaned with passion. She didn't linger there, but let her hands drift to the skin of his back.

Bobby pulled his lips from hers and concentrated for a moment on removing her bra. Once it was loose, he slipped it off her arms and moaned again, pressing his face between the softness of her breasts.

Alex's hands dipped into the curls on the back of his head. She held them there while he tasted her nipples and worked his tongue in circles around them. He could hear the raggedness of her breath. As his mouth continued at her breast, his hand moved down and slipped off her panties.

Alex drew in a sharp breath at the first sensation of his finger against her wet pussy. She whined and squirmed, the sensations overwhelming her senses. She forced his head up and locked her lips against his as his finger gently probed her velvety skin.

Her kisses were different now, yearning and deep. He cried out when her hand suddenly pressed hard against his cock and her fingers closed around it. Even through the fabric of his shorts, it sent sparks through him. Bobby reached down and ripped off his boxers. They quickly found each other again, eagerly grasping, breath catching with surprise at the sensations.

Bobby jerked away for a moment, disappeared outside the covers. He was back almost as quickly as he'd gone, and Alex relished his warm scent beside her. Bobby kissed her, his hand slowly drawing down her body, between her legs, and then on the back of her thigh, lifting.

She felt him linger at her entrance and she was almost hyperventilating at the thought of what would come next.

The rubber felt foreign, but only for a moment. His cock pressed inside, meeting resistance when he moved slowly. Bobby gave her one more gentle kiss, then thrust halfway in, and Alex saw stars.

They whimpered with delight, and the dance continued.