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Rated M folks....

I felt like a teenager nursing a overblown crush, Or maybe I'm a stalker. Checking my phone every fifteen minutes or so, looking for a text or a missed call or a voicemail. I've officially gone insane.

Maybe I should be talking to psych instead of Bobby.

Eight years of this…. This unrequited and unrelenting thing…. I guess I can call love. Though I imagine some folks would call it crazy. And yes, sometimes I think I'm a bit masochistic too.

After spending a few moments silently questioning my romantic motives over a Lean Cuisine, I jump because I hear my cell phone ringing.

"Hey Lex." My sister, always the chipper one.

"Hey." I knew I was already failing at keep the personal crisis out of my tone,

"What's up? You sound beat."

Nothing gets by her.

"It's been a rough week, we had a tough case. My…my partner's brother was murdered and it's just been….. Well, it's been tough."

"Wow….Well, tell Bobby I'm sorry."

I'd like to tell Bobby a lot of things right now.

"I'll let you get some sleep. Okay Lex?" Just then I heard my phone beep.

Goren

"Ok, I gotta go anyway. See ya." I hated to be that abrupt with my sister, but I was fearful I'd lose Bobby's call.

I clicked over.

"Hey!"

Now I just sounded desperate.

"Hello…. How are you?"

Bobby and his stupid pleasantries. How the hell did he think I was?

"Waiting for you. What's going on?"

"I've been packing."

He's packing…..great.

"Where are you going?"

"My aunt….. My mother's sister. I called her when Frank passed…. She called me back today, said she'd like me to come out and visit my family. I thought maybe now would be a good time for that… you know."

My stomach dropped a little and my heart felt heavy. I tried to disguise my sadness.

"That's great Bobby. What about Frank's funeral?"

" I tried calling around today and I can't find Donnie anywhere. I talked to the priest who did Mom's service and he said we could work something out for this Tuesday. I just need to close this Eames… Put Frank in a proper resting place."

We were back to "Eames". And it broke my heart just a little more than the prospect of Bobby's departure did.

"Well, I'll be there… If that's okay with you?"

"Of course it is."

I felt like we were a million miles apart already. Despite what I said, Bobby was going to dwell in his sorrow alone, not a damn thing I could do about it.

"Bobby…." I had no words and I was tired. So damn tired of running.

Catch up

" Eames can you unlock your door? My hands are full."

"What!"

I ran, almost taking a header over the arm of the couch. My pulse quickened with the glee of a teenager seeing her crush after a long hiatus.

I spun all my locks and threw open the door, still talking into my cell phone like a dork. While coming face to face with my partner. His arms were weighed down with an overnight bag, and a boatload of Chinese takeout.

I quickly hung up my phone and grabbed the takeout and the overnight bag.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to barge in on you like this." Bobby was a tad out of breath but seemed in better spirits than he did this afternoon,

"Oh god Bobby…. You didn't I…"

He interrupted. "I just figured…. After what you said in the parking garage today. Well I figured I'd better show up here tonight. Bobby paused. His face showing a lack of certainty. "That wasn't presumptuous of me…was it?"

"God no." I figured it was safe to do so based on Bobby's surprise appearance, so I threw my arms around his neck to show how much I welcomed him. I pressed my face against his neck and nuzzled my lips on his pulse. I could feel it quicken as I started to lick and rub my lips over it.

"Alex…" My name was his exhale. I felt so desperate for him. It bothered me how badly addicted I was becoming to having this man's physical being pressed against mine. I yearned to take apart Bobby Goren with my mouth, my body, my soul. Take him apart and pleasure him back together again. A brighter, happier Bobby. His troubles left behind by my ability to show him that he is indeed loved.

"You hungry?" I slithered off of his neck and body and tried to make the question sound as seductive as I could. To be fair, I wanted to give the poor guy a chance to eat. He'd need the energy for later perhaps.

He wrapped his arm around me tightly.

"Um…yeah, I'm pretty damn hungry. Starving actually."

I felt my head get a little fuzzy and my panties grow damp. I was pretty sure Bobby wasn't talking about the takeout sitting on the counter behind us.

He slid off his coat and threw it over a chair. Then he proceeded to hover over me, using his height to an advantage as he forced me against the inside of the archway to my kitchen.

I had a feeling not many words were going to be exchanged. Bobby was in control and I was his slave.

Not that I had a problem with that.

He ran a finger along the bridge of my nose and over my lips, then running it down along my blouse. Swiftly opening button after button, until his patience was lost as he instead, just pulled my shirt apart. I was visibly panting and trembling. My shirt open and my bra exposed. But my nervous trepidation wasn't due to the exposure of my skin. It was because of the look in Bobby's eyes. All lust, with a touch of crazy perhaps….

He assaulted my chest with his full lips. Pushing his hands under my bra with little finesse. He made up for that, by elegantly running the tip of his tongue over both my nipples, sending my back into an arch. Making me wish we were laying and not standing so I could feel his full body against mine.

He broke contact and gave me a look of lustful determination, then reached behind and snapped open my bra with one hand. I wiggled my arms so it would fall to the floor, then reached forward to grab the bottom of Bobby's t-shirt. He helped me raise it over his long arms and it hit the floor as well.

We crashed together, kissing, and I basked in the full skin on skin contact. My breasts grazing his skin, the feeling of his chest hair against my nipples was intoxicating. Bobby pushed his tongue as far into my mouth as it would go and I obliged him, by sucking on it. He scooped his two hands under my derriere and lifted me. I wrapped my arms around him and prayed we were going to the bedroom.

But the couch was closer.

And that's where he plopped me down. Then Bobby got on his knees before me. He yanked open my slacks and in one shot, pulled both them and my panties down and off.

"So beautiful….. So perfect." He murmured barely loud enough for me to hear.

I squirmed at the sight of him, drinking me in. I knew or at least I hoped about what was to come next.

Bobby trailed his fingers lightly along my inner thighs, using just enough force to spread them apart. Not that much was needed. He ran his fingers over my folds. Barely tracing the tips over my most sensitive parts.

He gazed up at me with a look so tender and earnest. "I've dreamed of this…" He whispered, a second before his mouth devoured me. Licking and kissing, even gently biting, sending me into another space in my mind. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to put the events of the last few days together. Questioning how it all came down to this. I was jolted back to my own pre-orgasmic reality when Bobby's licking became more frenzied and his fingers slid inside of me. The waves of pleasure were so intense, I knew I was in for the short hall, but seconds before my release was about to explode, Bobby withdrew. Fingers, tongue and face, he pulled away and got to his feet. He reached down to pick up my agitated and sexually frustrated self and swept me off to my bedroom.

Bastard knew enough from one night…one orgasm… He already knew my body well enough to know how to tease and push me to my limits. Playing me like an instrument or a maybe even a suspect. Coercing the truth out of me as only Bobby could. By pushing and playing.

Placing me on the bed, he quickly removed his pants and boxers. I mourned for a moment, that I wasn't allowed to unwrap the package myself. Like a tiger pouncing on it's pray, he leapt over me. Kissing my lips so hard, his stubble almost hurt. It was a good kind of hurt though.

I tried to reach down between us. I was more than ready for his entry. I'd waited years for it. But Bobby stopped me. Grabbing both my arms and locking them over my head. Not a word said, his eyes telling me he was in control. He needed to feel in control of something tonight. I shimmied my body down a little and spread myself wide to show I was ready. Bobby continued his death grip on my arms. He licked my nipples again and lowered himself, so I could feel his hardness knocking at my door. Realizing he couldn't gain entry without a little assistance, he released one of his arms, still holding my limbs over my head with a one handed broad grip.

Teasing, he slid inside only about a quarter of the way. I squirmed and threw my head back. He rocked himself there for a few seconds, then withdrew. I snapped my head back in his direction, silently pleading with my eyes for his return.

He smiled. Took a deep breath and reentered me, this time much deeper. I gasped. Bobby studied me to make sure it was a gasp of pleasure and not pain. When I started to bite my lip and roll my hips, he realized I was inviting him to enter all the way.

I was inviting him to dance with me.

And we danced. I let Bobby lead, as I often times did. He slowed and quickened his pace based on his proximity to orgasm. I arched my back and met every thrust. Eventually Bobby let go of my arms and I embraced him. Kissing, licking and sucking any part of his skin within my reach. I too, could read his body rhythms and squeezed my muscles to accommodate his needs.

We locked eyes and I could feel Bobby was so close to his endpoint. The thought of his release caused mine to inch ever closer. I moved my hand off of Bobby and placed it on my sex, so I could apply some pressure to edge myself over. When he realized what I was doing, he pulled my hand out and replaced it with his. Just his touch sent me surging. Then he applied some indirect pressure to my clit and I was gone….

White hot stars flashed inside my eyelids. I lost control of my body as my pelvis bucked and my muscles clenched and spasmed.

"Bobby….oh god…. Bobby, my love." Were the only words I could muster through choked sobs of pleasure.

We locked eyes again and I felt Bobby thrust one last time. His eyes snapped shut and his face became the most blissful I had ever seen it. He grunted, eyes slowly reopening and a smile spread across his lips.

"I love you….so much." I was hoping not to start welling up after he said that. No such luck though. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. The flow of my happiness and relief unobstructed. Bobby brushed his thumbs across my cheeks and looked at my tears like they were made of gold.

We held each other in silence for awhile. I was almost asleep when Bobby finally spoke.

"Don't worry…. I call you from my aunt's…. Everyday. It'll be fine Eames…."

I closed my eyes and prayed he was telling the truth.

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