A/N: WARNING THIS IS A SMUTTY CHAPTER FOLKS. GOOD FOR ME BAD FOR YOU IF YOU DONT LIKE THIS SORT OF THING!!!!

Aw, come on folks, you never really like Dante anyway, did you?

I think I have an ice pack fetish. This is the 3rd story I've written lately where therapeutic applications of ice have been necessary.

"Essere paziente mio il più caro means: Be patient my dearest, in Italian. At least according to free translation . Com.

Bien-aimé means: Sweetheart, in French. Again according to same web site. I have no idea what all languages Bobby speaks but I am partial to the romance languages. I used to swoon along with Gomez Addams anytime Morticia spoke French. For those who don't know, that's a very old black and white TV show and probably my very first exposure to how much a man might adore the woman he loves. Sigh, lol.

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Chapter 8: Sugar Plums and Ice cubes

Bobby was sitting at his desk leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head. Deakins and Det. Reynolds were busy taking Alex's statement. Dante Taylor-Barnes had just entered the squad room from his stint in interrogation. He took a few steps toward Alex but stopped at the scathing look she gave him. He turned and walked toward the elevators.

Mike Logan had followed the man out. He came and sat down on the corner of Bobby's desk. "I couldn't hold him." Bobby raised an eyebrow at that. "Believe me, I came at him with both barrels, if he had filched lunch money in the second grade, he would have told me. He didn't do anything criminal."

"Except put my partner in the middle of a hostage situation."

"The guy was a coward and cheat but he didn't know the fiancé had a gun. He swore he was in love with Alex and was planning on breaking up with the Allison chick."

"Thanks Mike," Bobby clapped him on the back.

"Now, if you will all excuse me, I had visions of sugarplums dancing in my head when the captain called, I'd like to go home and see if they're still there." Mike ambled off toward the elevators.

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Bobby had been out tonight in the stores hunting down the Christmas presents on his list when his cell phone rang. He had been so angry at Alex the night before that he had called a cab last night and left the keys to her car under the front door mat. He hadn't wanted to see her this morning and when her call had come in, he had almost let it go to message. Holding the phone to his ear he could just make out the conversation in the background. He heard Alex's voice say something about putting the gun down and then they were discussing weddings.

He had flashed his badge at the clerk in the store and made a signal for a telephone. He had put the store phone to his other ear and dialed Deakin's cell.

"Captain, I got a call from Alex, she is talking to someone about putting a gun down. I think she's in trouble."

"We just got a call that some woman is holding a couple hostage with a gun in Esca. The table they are sitting at is under the name of Taylor-Barnes. Does that ring any bells?"

"That's the guy Alex has been dating. That restaurant, it's 10th and 43rd right?"

"Yeah, meet you there."

When he arrived, he found the cops on scene had already slipped a camera in so they could see what was happening. Bobby could see that if he came in through the front, the woman with the gun wouldn't be able to see him but then neither could Alex. He had just stepped into the room when he saw the woman's guard go down and watched as his partner launched herself at the gun. A few running steps and a shout to the uniforms brought the situation to a close.

Alex was sitting in the middle of the rubble, in the most incredible outfit he had ever seen her wear, with a cheeky grin on her face, protesting that the sniveling idiot the cops were supporting by his elbows, wasn't married yet.

His heart gave a wrench but he couldn't help matching her grin and offering her a hand up from the floor.

Now, here he was sitting at his desk. He could go home, there was no reason to stay. Deakins could send Alex home in a squad car. Why was he waiting for her? He knew the answer and it didn't make him feel any better.

"Would you look at this, the sleeve is ruined!" Alex cried as she felt around behind her arm at the seam that had pulled loose on her dress. She clucked at it trying to feel how big the tear was.

"It's not that bad." Bobby said taking pity on her.

"My stockings are ruined too. Do you know how much I paid for them?"

"Uh, no. Come on, let me take you home."

Once in the elevator, he took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. If she'd had a coat, it was probably back at the restaurant.

"God, this night did not turn out like I planned." She was limping slightly on one ankle and Bobby was forced to put an arm around her.

With a sense of Déjà vu, Bobby opened the door to his car and set her carefully inside. They drove silently toward her house, the only sound was an occasional sigh from his partner. Once at the house, he came around and opened the car door for her. The first snowfall of the season was starting and massive feathery flakes were lazily beginning to fall.

"Crap." Alex exclaimed. "I left my purse at the station."

"Do you have a key hidden somewhere?"

She looked at him indignantly, "I'm a cop! I don't leave keys hidden around. Or under the mat for that matter." She said pointedly. "Come on, we can pry open the second bedroom window if you'll give me a boost."

"I can't believe you don't have a ladder." Bobby huffed trying to hold her still as she sat on his shoulder attempting to jimmy the lock on the window.

"I do have a ladder, its down in the basement where it belongs. I don't leave ladders lying around where people can use them to reach my windows and undo my locks. I got it!" She raised the sash and climbed head first through the window. Bobby was sorry it was dark as he would have had an interesting view up her skirt.

He stood in the snow listening to an alarming amount of noise coming from the inside of the house. He made his way to the front porch just as the light came on and the door opened.

"Well, take care of yourself and get that lock fixed tomorrow." He said turning to leave.

"Oh no you don't," Alex caught him by the sleeve and hauled him through the door. "Ouch," said as she came down on her injured ankle.

"Here let's get you some ice." He made his way into the kitchen and watched her hobble down the hall to the living room. She was stretched out on the couch still wearing his jacket when he came back with a handful of ice cubes folded up in a towel. She had one hand pressed to her forehead, her eyes were closed and a pained expression played across her face. He picked up her feet and sat down putting both her feet in his lap and applied the ice pack to her ankle.

"I meant what I said about this night not turning out like I had planned." She said keeping her hand in the same place and still not opening her eyes.

Bobby nodded but didn't say anything. He could only imagine the romantic evening that she and the dumb professor had planned. When he finally glanced at her face she had both eyes open staring at him.

"Don't you even want to know what I had planned?"

"Um, you know, I really don't. I think I'm just gonna go." She arched her back slightly, increasing the pressure of her feet in his lap to keep him from getting up.

"I've had a hard night, Bobby. Don't make this any harder on me than it has to be." She scrambled up onto her knees on the couch, dislodging his hold on the ice pack. Bobby could hear the cubes of ice tinkle and break as they hit the hardwood floor. With a twist of her body she was now sitting across his lap. He would have to dump her to the floor if he wanted to stand up.

"Yes, I went out to dinner with Dante tonight but it was to tell him goodbye. I had already left my credit card with the maitre d' to pay for dinner." Bobby did not look at her, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Alex looped her arms around his neck. "I was going to leave the restaurant and show up at your apartment." She paused but he continued to look away. "In this dress."

Almost against his will, he felt his head swivel around to her face. Her expression was one of anxiety and hope mixed together. She was biting her bottom lip. Was she saying what he thought she was saying?

"I uh, I know you're my partner and that is very important to me but…" she trailed off looking for some confirmation in his eyes. "Bobby do you care at all about me?"

His mouth descended on hers in an instant as his hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her roughly to him. He knew how much he wanted this but was surprised by the response he felt in her. Her hands came up and tangled themselves in his hair. He groaned into her mouth. He felt as if a floodgate, that had been stuck for years, was finally opened. His hands roamed up to her face, caressing her cheek, touching the sides of her lips even as they were covered by his own.

They both broke away for air. "I tried Bobby, I really tried to just be your partner." He could feel her hands working at his tie. He allowed a hand to slip under his jacket and come to rest on the side of her breast. He shook his head at her words, nothing mattered but this. He lips found hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth, matching her stroke for stroke. He heard her groan her frustrations at his tie and helped her to get it loose. She managed to undo a few buttons and then ripped the rest on them off in her haste.

He stood up with her in his arms and set her on her feet. She gave a squeal as her shoe came down on one of the ice cubes. Bobby pulled the jacket from her and set it on the couch. "You know, Alex, this really is a hell of a dress." He said circling her slowly and pulling her into his embrace from behind. His mouth was level with her ear. "As incredible as it looks on you, I can't wait to see you with it off." He heard her exhale in a jagged breath. She lifted her arms to reach him behind her. He snaked one arm around her waist as the other hand maneuvered the clasp on the dress. His lips then followed the zipper's path as it came down.

"Oh God, Bobby." She spun in his grasp and began to pull at the sleeves of his shirt. Once that garment was gone, she stepped close to him, studying him. He was on fire to touch her again but held back. This was her night too. She let her fingers trail over his chest and the light sprinkling of downy hair there. She laid her lips on his breastbone and placed a small kiss there while allowing the palms of her hands to rest on his nipples. His breath was becoming short. He captured her hands and raised them over her head. With a languidness that belied his ardor, he slowly peeled the dress from her body. He sucked in his breath at what lay underneath.

Standing before him, she was wearing a matching pair of bra and panties. They were the same wine color as her shoes. She looked like a tiny Amazon who was bent on seduction. She smiled up at him shyly. "I told you I had plans."

"Remind me to let you plan everything from now on." He said thickly and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his body and he could feel the heels of those amazing shoes scratch lightly at his back.

"He made his way unerringly to her bedroom, turning the light on as he came in the room. Alex was exploring his neck with her mouth. "Turn it off, it's too bright."

"Too bad, I want to see every inch of you, taste every inch of you."

"That goes for me, as well." He had set her down on the edge of the bed and her hands had flown to the belt buckle that now stood in her way. She then got his button loose and was slowly pulling at the zipper.

Bobby suffered an ancient dilemma. Should he continue to let her hands do the incredible things he knew she would do to him once he was undressed and let the evening come to an incredibly short end or should he stop her? His brain was working too slowly and he could feel the cool air of the room rush around him as she pulled both his pants and underwear down at the same time. He could feel her cool palms touching him intimately and then the steaming hot contrast of her lips and tongue as they began to move over his flesh.

With a Herculean effort, he pushed her backward and she made a noise like someone had just taken her favorite toy away. He held his weight off of her with one arm as his other hand found the delightful catch of her bra hidden under the small rose' of lace between her breasts. He felt her suck her breath in as the chill air tightened her nipples. "My God, Alex, you are so beautiful." He murmured capturing one breast and then the other with his palm. She squirmed under him trying to move his body where she could feel him pressing against her. Her fingers were making lazy circles on the bare skin of his back. "God, I want you now Bobby, please?" Those same hands were now trying to quest farther down his body.

A devious grin sprang up on his face. This wasn't his first time around the block. "Essere paziente mio il più caro" He said, unaware he hadn't answer in English.

He pinned both of her hands over her head and looped a leg in between hers, thrusting them apart. He looked in her face and was gratified to see it filled with her passion. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth slightly parted, her tongue searched achingly over her own lips. The enticement of that tongue caused him to momentarily lose sight of his goal. He seized her mouth again and kissed her soundly pushing her head deeper into the feather comforter that lay atop the bed. He used the backs of his fingers to graze the skin of her stomach until they reached the thin strap of lace at the top of her panties.

She moaned into his mouth and arched her back as his fingers found their way under the elastic and disappeared into the tight curls at the top of her thighs. His mouth slid down her cheek to the lobe of her ear. He pulled it gently, tugging with his teeth. "You are not ready for me yet, bien-aimé." He whispered in her ear and then nipped playfully at the cords of her neck down to the hollow of her collarbone.

His senses reeled as he listened as her breath turn to ragged gasps. He could feel the slickness of her folds in his hand. His tongue flicked across her breastbone and his mouth moved to seize her nipple. He could again smell that intoxicating perfume he had caught a whiff of the night Alan Pemberton turned up. It was a scent she must save to wear only after dark.

He heard the pitch of her cries intensify slightly and he removed his hand and moved farther still down her body. He felt like he was moving through quicksand, as if time had slowed to a crawl. Everything felt unreal and yet too real at the same time. Looking at her delectable body gave him the answer; this exact scene had played itself out in his mind's eye a thousand times in the last few years. Now he was here, living and tasting the reality.

He brought her knees apart with his elbows and truly tasted her for the first time. Alex was reaching down touching his face and hair in a silent dialogue of pleasure. He could feel her release build as his tongue alternated between delving into her folds and sucking at her little nub. Her body bucked uncontrollably toward him and he rested one arm across her hips to keep her steady.

"Come on, darlin, come for me." He said feeling her walls tighten around the fingers he had slipped insider her. Suddenly, he was finally hearing the words that spilled from her lips as her body came undone.

Alex was laughing, her breath still coming in gasps as she clutched him by the hair literally pulling him back up to her. "Oh my God, you are never leaving this house again," she declared, reaching down to grasp him in her hand again. "You are amazing." She smiled up at him.

Bobby laughed, "I think your supposed to wait to say that when we're done."

He looked down into her face and was awed by the sight before him. Her hair was damp with sweat, her eyes were slightly glassy and she was pulling at him frantic to feel him inside her. He swept one arm under her waist pulling her body up to meet his as Alex guided him into position.

He wanted to take it slow, but she would have none of it. She thrust her hips to meet his. Fine, if that was how she wanted it. He rolled her forward so he was sitting on his knees and brought her up to straddle him. He used his strength to raise and lower her body up and down, impaling her on his shaft with each pass. Alex had let her head fall onto his shoulder but as her climax built she raised up and let her head fall back raising her breasts to his face. She screamed his name and he felt his own orgasm start. The room exploded in Technicolor as he continued to pump inside of her. He felt Alex lean forward, wrapping both arms tightly around his neck. She whispered in his ear that she wanted to do this all night. The very idea almost caused him to come again.

Sleep claimed them much later as the dawn was just beginning to streak the sky.