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Resistance Is Futile

"You know, you don't need to help me." Bobby said as he watched Blake washing the dried mud off the wheels of his beloved Mustang.

"Yes, I know." She smirked at him. "You keep telling me, but since I'm the one mostly responsible…

"Mostly responsible?" He asked incredulously.

"All right, all right. Solely and completely responsible for the state she's in, it's only fair if I help you clean up. Unless you see this as some arcane male slash machine bonding moment, not to be shared with a girl, even though you refer to your car as a 'she'."

Grinning he pointed the dripping sponge at her as he said, "I knew I shouldn't let you drive my baby."

"You have to admit, we had a lot of fun."

"You had a lot of fun. I was in fear for my life the whole time."

And we're both having fun now, washing your car now, aren't we? Who am I to deprive us of having a good time?"" Blake grinned back at him and plunged her sponge back into the water.

"Still she doesn't like to be muddy." he added as he started to wipe the sponge gently across her hood. "And I don't like her that way either, by the way."

"You're talking about this car as if it really is your baby." Blake chuckled, but when she looked at him, she had to swallow hard. Bobby leaned over the hood to reach the middle of it and his shirt was wet from the water, plastered to his body. She would kill to be that hood now. Or maybe she could just grab him and throw him down onto the hood of his car. She smiled at the thought.

"Hey, stunt driver," Bobby scolded as she noticed that he was staring at her. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Of course, I am." she sighed when the very X-rated images in her head blurred as his words brought her back to reality.

Bobby just grinned. He had to admit that it was much more fun to wash his car with Blake's help than to do it alone. The day was nice and warm and they were left unimpeded in the back alley of his apartment building since all of his neighbors had to work on a Monday afternoon. He was glad that the last couple of weeks had the two on the same rotation, allowing them to have the same days off.

They cleaned Bobby's car and kept teasing each other, trash talking the other's driving skills.

"Hey, I never drove her across a field because I couldn't stay on the road." Bobby pouted.

"Yeah, I was a little too fast." Blake giggled, playing up the ditzy blond angle. She remembered how Bobby had shrieked and held onto the dashboard when the car had swung off the road because she'd taken that curve too fast to manage the hairpin bend.

"A little?" he exclaimed. "I didn't know that she would handle that well off-road. You could have killed all of us."

"Relax, baby, I knew what I was doing." she assured him.

"Like hell you did." he grumbled, shaking his head.

"Hey, are you calling me a bad driver?" she teased as she stopped rinsing the soapy water from the car and swung the hose in his direction.

"Don't you dare spray me!" he scolded as he jumped back.

Grinning she pointed the hose directly at him. And pulled the trigger sending a heavy spray right at him.

Bobby yelled as the cold water hit him and thoroughly soaked his shirt, his face and his hair.

Blake laughed and then dropped the hose, slowly backing away.

"Just you wait!" he snorted, as he grabbed a half full bucket and race around the opposite side of the car. Grabbing her wrist, he halted her retreat and dumped the remaining soapy water all over her.

For a second Blake was completely stunned. It took her several beats to collect her thoughts before she was able to exclaim, "That calls for revenge!"

Breaking free from his grasp, she feinted left, then right as she tried to get back to the hose she'd dropped earlier. She knew he was much faster and stronger than she was, but she had the greater agility, mobility and she was willing to fight dirty too.

But Bobby's greater reach was her undoing. Bobby grabbed hold of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and lifting her off the ground. He tried to make his way to the hose for another dousing, but the ground beneath them had turned into a sloggy, slippery mud pit. Her struggles combined with the slick mud caused Bobby to loose his balance and the two went down – hard.

Bobby's back landed painfully on the ground as strangled "oooph" as the wind was knocked out of him as Blake's weight settled on him. Unable to keep from laughing, she gasped out, as her hand came up to wipe away a smear of mud from his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"You think that's funny?" he scolded unable to hold back his own laughter.

"Actually, I do." she giggled.

For a good minute they lay in the backyard next to Bobby's car, their clothes soaking wet and muddied as their laughter continued.

Until Blake became aware of the sight underneath her, his hair was a mess and wet from the water, his cheeks were flushed from the chase and he already looked as if… they'd just had sex.

Bobby smiled lecherously, accurately guessing the turn her thoughts had taken. He had the better of her so he decided to take advantage of that.

Without warning, his lips captured hers and his hand slid under her shirt.

"Don't you dare." Blake gasped. "I'm not going to have sex with you where all of your neighbors can see it."

"Let's get into the car." he suggested starting to nibble on her neck. He knew too well what that did to her.

"I'm not going to have sex with you in your car either." she panted. During the past five months since they'd become an item Bobby had managed to talk her into pretty much anything. But this time she wouldn't give in to him.

The problem was that he had discovered all her sensitive spots within the first five days – and he absolutely knew how to convince her. "Don't!" she gasped when his hand brushed across her most sensitive spot.

"Don't what?" he grinned repeating the movement.

"Dammit, I hate you." Blake moaned. "That's not fair." She guessed Bobby wasn't above a little fighting dirty either.

"No, you can't help but love me." Bobby chuckled and captured her lips with his again to swallow her moan when his hand slid down her waist and around her back, pulling her into an even tighter embrace.

"Not… here…" she managed to say as his hands began to slip down below the waistband of her jeans. Breaking his hold on her, she stood up, pulling Bobby up with her and pretty much threw the big man into the backseat of the car.

There was barely enough space for both of them in the backseat but somehow Blake managed to free her and him from all their clothes in the blink of an eye. This was so not fair! She hadn't wanted to give in to him. But it had taken Bobby less than two seconds to banish all thoughts of resistance from her mind – as usual.

More to come…