He came out of the bathroom clad only in his boxers. Alex raised her pointed eyebrows quizzically.
"I haven't got anything else," he explained a little self-consciously.
Alex bit the inside of her mouth to keep silent.
"I could always go naked," he threatened with a mocking little smile.
"Uh no, that's fine, Bobby."
She realised she was staring and dragged her eyes from his physique back to the much less stimulating TV program. He stood uncertainly by the side of the bed, not sure if he could get into bed with her and not touch her. He cleared his throat and schooled his face to one of impassiveness. "If you don't mind, Alex, it's been a long day and I could use some sleep."
"Uh, sure. Want me to turn off the TV."
"No, that's fine, but if you could just scoot over a little.."
Alex blushed slightly. "Sorry," she murmured, moving over to the right side of the bed.
"No problem," he said and slid into next to her. He turned on his side and pulled the covers up around his waist, leaving Alex staring incredulously at his broad back. They were in a bed together, he was half-naked, and he was *going to sleep*? Anger bubbled inside at the ease in which he had adapted to the situation. How *dare* he turn away from her and go to sleep so easily when he should be a mass of jittery nerves, just like she was.
She glared at his back, and when she became aware that her eyes were again lingering and no longer glaring, she turned resentfully back to the TV. There was nothing else for her to do but stare at the stupid screen, trying to get her mind of the man lying next to her.
~x~
Two long, arduous hours later, Alex had switched off the TV and lay with her hands folded on her chest staring at the ceiling. She sighed deeply as she came to the realisation that sleep was going to be impossible. She again cursed the powers who had gotten her into this mess, and almost jumped out of her skin when Bobby mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over.
"Great, he's a talker," she muttered. Thinking back to their early conversation she mentally kicked herself. "We can share the bed, it's big enough," she mimicked. "You're an idiot, Alex. An utter moron. Who were you kidding?"
She closed her eyes and willed sleep to come, only to fling them open seconds later when she felt a cold nose snuggling into the crook of her neck and a heavy arm being flung across her waist. Her breath became more laboured as lips brushed across her skin and her body flooded with warmth. This is ridiculous, she thought furiously to herself, as she tried to control her body's reactions to her partners touch. That he should affect her in this way, in his sleep no less, was beyond embarrassing. She needed to get a grip. She needed to get out of the bed and away from the unconscious man who was planting all sorts of ideas into her head. And she needed to . . .
"Aaah!" she yelped, and jumped in surprise as she felt Bobby's tongue dart out and taste her skin.
She froze as he nuzzled his way up her neck. "Did I wake you, Alex?" he asked as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"N-no," she whispered, still frozen.
He continued planting little kisses along her neck and jaw line, sending shivers travelling up and down her spine.
"I couldn't sleep," he breathed. "So I thought I'd see if you were awake too."
Alex couldn't think of anything to say.
"Do you want me to stop?" Bobby questioned quietly, taking her lack of response for one of disinterest.
"Uh uh," she shook her head.
He felt his spirit lighten and lowered his lips to her neck again. "I don't think I could, even if you wanted me too," he confessed.
"Well. . .I guess it's a good. . .thing that I don't . . .want you to then." She was still having a lot of trouble articulating.
"Alex?" Bobby queried.
"Yesss..."
"I'm going to kiss you now."
"Okay," she replied, breathless.
Bobby raised himself up onto one elbow, and brushed the hair from her face. She turned towards him with her lips moistened and slightly parted in readiness for him. He brought his face down to hers, and with an infinite gentleness she didn't know he possessed, claimed her mouth as his own. He kissed her slowly and deliberately, and the thought that she could get used to being kissed by Robert Goren appeared somewhere in the back of her mind and took up permanent residence.
"Alex…" Bobby hummed her name as they came up for air. "You'd tell me if I crossed the line?"
She stroked the bridge of his nose and smiled into his searching eyes. "It had to be crossed," she said gently. "We couldn't go on like we were."
"No, I suppose not," he agreed, thinking back to all those times where he had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to touch her. Allowing himself the luxury, he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He beamed when he felt her snuggle into him and sigh in contentment. They lay that way for a short moment, before Alex raised her head and asked, "Were you really asleep?"
"God, no!" Bobby snorted. "I've been laying here trying to think about anything and everything to get my mind off you."
Alex laughed. "Well, that makes me feel a little better."
"Didn't work though," he said softly. "I couldn't escape the fact that you were so close I could smell you."
"You have a very distinctive smell," he continued. "It's. . .it's partly your shampoo and soap, but mostly just . . . you."
Her face softened at the compliment, and he had a sudden premonition of what it would be like to have her look at him like that for the rest of his life.
"It's intoxicating," he whispered, and his pulse quickened when she captured his lips and kissed him deeply.
"Alex," he groaned, running his hands through her hair.
"Was there something else you wanted, Bobby?" she asked mischievously.
"I think I'm good . . . a comfortable bed, clean linen . . . and you," he added, squeezing her softly.
She chuckled in response and ran her hand down his chest, letting it come to rest on his stomach. "So, what do you say we sweat up the sheets a little?"
"You read my mind," he smiled, knowing that whatever happened next happened because they had grabbed the moment.
With both hands.
End
A/N: So the ending is lame. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. I just couldn't figure out any other way to end it. Meh.
Thanks Traci, for helping me sort stuff out. :)
"I haven't got anything else," he explained a little self-consciously.
Alex bit the inside of her mouth to keep silent.
"I could always go naked," he threatened with a mocking little smile.
"Uh no, that's fine, Bobby."
She realised she was staring and dragged her eyes from his physique back to the much less stimulating TV program. He stood uncertainly by the side of the bed, not sure if he could get into bed with her and not touch her. He cleared his throat and schooled his face to one of impassiveness. "If you don't mind, Alex, it's been a long day and I could use some sleep."
"Uh, sure. Want me to turn off the TV."
"No, that's fine, but if you could just scoot over a little.."
Alex blushed slightly. "Sorry," she murmured, moving over to the right side of the bed.
"No problem," he said and slid into next to her. He turned on his side and pulled the covers up around his waist, leaving Alex staring incredulously at his broad back. They were in a bed together, he was half-naked, and he was *going to sleep*? Anger bubbled inside at the ease in which he had adapted to the situation. How *dare* he turn away from her and go to sleep so easily when he should be a mass of jittery nerves, just like she was.
She glared at his back, and when she became aware that her eyes were again lingering and no longer glaring, she turned resentfully back to the TV. There was nothing else for her to do but stare at the stupid screen, trying to get her mind of the man lying next to her.
~x~
Two long, arduous hours later, Alex had switched off the TV and lay with her hands folded on her chest staring at the ceiling. She sighed deeply as she came to the realisation that sleep was going to be impossible. She again cursed the powers who had gotten her into this mess, and almost jumped out of her skin when Bobby mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over.
"Great, he's a talker," she muttered. Thinking back to their early conversation she mentally kicked herself. "We can share the bed, it's big enough," she mimicked. "You're an idiot, Alex. An utter moron. Who were you kidding?"
She closed her eyes and willed sleep to come, only to fling them open seconds later when she felt a cold nose snuggling into the crook of her neck and a heavy arm being flung across her waist. Her breath became more laboured as lips brushed across her skin and her body flooded with warmth. This is ridiculous, she thought furiously to herself, as she tried to control her body's reactions to her partners touch. That he should affect her in this way, in his sleep no less, was beyond embarrassing. She needed to get a grip. She needed to get out of the bed and away from the unconscious man who was planting all sorts of ideas into her head. And she needed to . . .
"Aaah!" she yelped, and jumped in surprise as she felt Bobby's tongue dart out and taste her skin.
She froze as he nuzzled his way up her neck. "Did I wake you, Alex?" he asked as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"N-no," she whispered, still frozen.
He continued planting little kisses along her neck and jaw line, sending shivers travelling up and down her spine.
"I couldn't sleep," he breathed. "So I thought I'd see if you were awake too."
Alex couldn't think of anything to say.
"Do you want me to stop?" Bobby questioned quietly, taking her lack of response for one of disinterest.
"Uh uh," she shook her head.
He felt his spirit lighten and lowered his lips to her neck again. "I don't think I could, even if you wanted me too," he confessed.
"Well. . .I guess it's a good. . .thing that I don't . . .want you to then." She was still having a lot of trouble articulating.
"Alex?" Bobby queried.
"Yesss..."
"I'm going to kiss you now."
"Okay," she replied, breathless.
Bobby raised himself up onto one elbow, and brushed the hair from her face. She turned towards him with her lips moistened and slightly parted in readiness for him. He brought his face down to hers, and with an infinite gentleness she didn't know he possessed, claimed her mouth as his own. He kissed her slowly and deliberately, and the thought that she could get used to being kissed by Robert Goren appeared somewhere in the back of her mind and took up permanent residence.
"Alex…" Bobby hummed her name as they came up for air. "You'd tell me if I crossed the line?"
She stroked the bridge of his nose and smiled into his searching eyes. "It had to be crossed," she said gently. "We couldn't go on like we were."
"No, I suppose not," he agreed, thinking back to all those times where he had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to touch her. Allowing himself the luxury, he kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He beamed when he felt her snuggle into him and sigh in contentment. They lay that way for a short moment, before Alex raised her head and asked, "Were you really asleep?"
"God, no!" Bobby snorted. "I've been laying here trying to think about anything and everything to get my mind off you."
Alex laughed. "Well, that makes me feel a little better."
"Didn't work though," he said softly. "I couldn't escape the fact that you were so close I could smell you."
"You have a very distinctive smell," he continued. "It's. . .it's partly your shampoo and soap, but mostly just . . . you."
Her face softened at the compliment, and he had a sudden premonition of what it would be like to have her look at him like that for the rest of his life.
"It's intoxicating," he whispered, and his pulse quickened when she captured his lips and kissed him deeply.
"Alex," he groaned, running his hands through her hair.
"Was there something else you wanted, Bobby?" she asked mischievously.
"I think I'm good . . . a comfortable bed, clean linen . . . and you," he added, squeezing her softly.
She chuckled in response and ran her hand down his chest, letting it come to rest on his stomach. "So, what do you say we sweat up the sheets a little?"
"You read my mind," he smiled, knowing that whatever happened next happened because they had grabbed the moment.
With both hands.
End
A/N: So the ending is lame. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. I just couldn't figure out any other way to end it. Meh.
Thanks Traci, for helping me sort stuff out. :)