Claire I appreciate our collaboration so much. With your correction of my English you give me over and over again great suggestions and changes of the story, which becomes so 'even better.

Summary: My first story, which points sometimes more than only a few moments of Alex's and Bobby's lives. This time I kidnap you in one and a half years of my own B/A-universe. At the beginning they say yes to each other…and what will follow?

Disclaimer:I earn no money from this thing, nor do I profit in any other way from it. Involved persons are only borrowed and always go back to their owner.

Warning: This story has a lot of M parts, because of what figures speak or think and because of what Bobby does with Alex and Alex with Bobby. I will warn you before every chapter. The first chapter is free of adult themes.

You can read this story in German too: …nur um einen Killer zu stellen?

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…only to catch a murderer?

1. Just Married!

"By the authority vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I now pronounce you to husband and wife...You may kiss your bride." intones the young man, who wears a ridiculous pseudo Christian robe, says and the first beats from Smetana's 'Moldau' sound in the small but nicely decorated ceremony room.

Bobby quickly feels his ring finger, now wearing a thin platinum ring. It is a new, still unfamiliar feeling. He turns toward his wife, thinking 'We must be completely crazy…' and bends slowly down to her. Her eyes show so much warmth and affection. A smile forms on her mouth and her lips shimmer moistly, ready for the kiss. Only a little further and their lips will meet…

Today she looks irresistible. Of course, she looks unbelievable every day, but with this dress she has surpasses herself,

Just like it did when he saw her for the first time half an hour ago, his breath falters. The dress is very simple, but it fits like a second skin and clings to her body like a wet glove. It is a cream coloured, knee-length summer wrap dress with long trumpet sleeves, which reach exactly to her wrists.

The wrap design allows a deep view of her elegant neck-line and cleavage; a never before seen level of daring. He had to blink a few times, in order to tear his eyes from her breasts, to look in her eyes again. Besides her breathtaking neck, he has a fantastic view of her left tight. As she steps toward him, her dress grapes opens, with every step, sending an electric current zinging through his body.

She's fixed her hair up on her head. Only one strand of hair has loosened and now lies gently on her shoulder. She is wearing little pearl earrings and mother-of-pearl eye-shadow. She has only dabbed her lips with a transparent gloss; the only make-up she need. She really is a beautiful woman...and now she is his wife.

The whole situation is so surreal. Although it is so unreal, he has to...he wants to kiss her now. He lays his hands gently on her hips, pulls her closer towards him and watches how she closes her eyes, anticipating his kiss.

Alex closes her eyes and waits for the meeting of her lips with Bobby's. Deep down, deep inside she mentally shakes her head, amazed at how far they have come. 'This completely crosses the boundaries we've built and had maintained all these years.'

Bobby's hands on her hips feel warm and safe. Today he looks so handsome. The midnight-blue dress pants harmonize wonderfully with the well fitting, cream coloured linen shirt. From his buttonhole, the head of an ivory coloured tulip protrudes. The same tulips he gave her as her wedding bouquet, when they met a little while ago. 'It is so nice that he remembers my most favourite flower'.

Before their lips meet, she can feel his warm breath, which brushes her face.

And then? Then their lips touch each others. For a split second Alex's heart stands still, only to beat even harder in her chest when it starts again. Bobby's lips are so soft. Carefully he sucks with his mouth on her upper lip and asks for admission. She opens her mouth quite naturally, as if it is normal to kiss her partner.

His tongue gently explores her mouth, moving as if completely at home. His tongue is solid and tastes so sweet. Alex becomes hotter and hotter, as she explores the inside of his mouth with her tongue too.

Bobby is astonished at how fast Alex opens for him. He kisses her for a short moment on her lips, until her lips part for his tongue. To kiss Alex is so new...so wonderful. Their tongues play with each other in perfect harmony. Alex's mouth is so soft, so sweet and for a short moment he imagines how stroking Alex softly, with their arms around each other, lying on his big bed. How they give each other the gift of mutual passion...how, together, they reach the highest summit and afterwards, exchange gentle caresses. Bobby injects even more passion in this kiss, because he never wants to stop; even as a clatter distracts him.

Paul Mannings, the young ceremony master, shoves the little buffet in the room. They had booked a simple wedding service for 300, which also included a piece of wedding cake and glass champagne for both of them.

But Bobby doesn't want anything to interrupt this moment. When would he ever be in such a situation again? So, he ignores the commotion, pressing Alex even more tightly against his body and concentrates on kissing her further. His body jerks, as he feels Alex's hands go to his nape of the neck and stroke gently through his hair.

They loosen slowly and reluctantly from each other. Alex opens her eyes again and looks into Bobby's shining, warm brown eyes. She answers his dreamy look with a charming smile, knowing deep down that they have a lot to discuss, when this magical time is over.

Now Alex feels her ring for the third time. Yes it is true, she and Bobby are married.

"Should I pack up your cake, or will you eat it here?" the young man asks.

"We'll eat here." both say at the same time and start to laugh.

"I would like to say once more from the bottom of my heart, you have my best wishes...and may Lady Luck be good to you." he says and offers Alex and Bobby the two champagne glasses. They each reach for a glass, stumble and give each other a short and tender kiss.

While Alex just sips at it, Bobby drinks his half glass. Bobby takes the plate with the cake and starts to feed Alex slowly. The cake is sticky and very sweet. However, it doesn't come close to the sweetness of the kiss they have just shared.

After everybody has eaten their piece of cake, Bobby sets his plate aside and, lifting his hand to her beautiful face, carefully steers his index finger over her mouth. "Pardon me, Alex…I've mess up your lips, Darling." he says and wipes the whipped cream from her lips. Before he realises, Alex licks the whipped cream from his fingers.

"Alex…" slips out of his mouth on a groan and a pleasant feeling spreads throughout his body.

Alex simply smiles, knowingly, and asks "I want to wash my hands, where...?" Alex asks.

"The door next to the dressing room for the bride." answers Paul.

"Thanks" She says and extricates herself out of Bobby's arms, which had lain around her waist. She goes slowly in the direction of the exit, only to turn toward Bobby and Paul once more with a big smile on her lips before continuing through the second door on the right-hand.

Bobby stretches his hand out to Paul and thanks him once more, effusively. "Thank you Mr. Mannings today is the most beautiful day of our lives."

Both stroll slowly to the exit as Paul asks: "And what do you plan for the rest of today?"

"What do you think? I believe we'll retire immediately to our hotel room...?"

Bobby joins in Paul's knowing laughter. Encouraged, he adds. "I won't let her out of bed for a single moment, not until...until she begs and asks what she should do to get me to let her go." he says, not a little vulgarly, hoping Alex can't hear him through the thin door. That would be very embarrassing for him and not a little dangerous to his manhood and prospects for a memorable Wedding night.

As Alex leaves the wash room, Bobby steps toward her and kisses her once more directly and firmly on the centre of her mouth. Alex legs tremble a lot…all because of this second, passionate kiss. She is afraid that her knees will give way but, in the next instant, finds herself safely in Bobby's arms. He lifts her without breaking the kiss, one arm under her hollow of her knees, the other under the delicate width of her back.

Bobby whirls them round and round in a circle, slowly waltzing to their cabriolet. Over Bobby's shoulder, Alex waves once more at Paul and can't resist pressing again her lips again Bobby's.

Without opening the door, he sets her down in the car and circles the hood to get in the driver's side. Alex lays her hand on Bobby's nape and nestles her head into his shoulder. Wildly honking, he starts the engine of the 1971 Mustang 4.9 l and speeds away, eager to start his new life...and the honeymoon.

I do not know if you can marry in Atlantic City like in Las Vegas, just spontaneous. But I need a glamour city in the nearness of New York City.

Betrich Smetana was a Czech composer and 'The Moldau' was the wedding song of my parents.