A/N: ANOTHER SMUTTY CHAPTER

Aurora does make the most exquisite pens, check em out.

Acqua Pazza means crazy water in Italian the recipe can be found at Wikipedia or many other cooking websites. It sounds delicious but like Alex, my cooking skills are limited.

Thank you to everyone who was able to help me answer the question of which episode that Alex's delivers her line about married liars. Special thanks to LadyBlueDevil86 for knowing that Slither was the correct episode. Thanks honey, I was frantic to keep writing that night, you saved the life of my muse and she thanks you too.

Please read, review and enjoy!

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Chapter 9: Pots and Pens

Alex awoke to the sound of Bobby's cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" he answered sleepily. "Sorry, Captain, I was really out of it."

She could hear the captain's voice but couldn't make out the words. She started drawing complex patterns on her partner's chest.

"Um, yeah, not a problem, Captain." He spoke into the phone. Bobby captured the hand that was playing with his chest and looked into her eyes. Fine, let him keep my hand. She lowered her mouth down to his nipple.

"Right, uh, thanks, we appreciate that, I mean I appreciate that. I'm sure Eames will, when she hears it." He stumbled over the words, rolling his eyes at the touch of her tongue.

He hung up the phone and pulled her onto his chest, planting those incredibly soft lips onto hers. "The captain wants me to check on you," He told her, reaching his hands down to her bum, pulling her more firmly on top of him.

"He does?" Alex asked, renewing her assault on his chest with her lips and let her hips slide back to make contact with his shaft. "What are you going to tell him?"

Bobby groaned as he felt her heat make contact with him. "Nothing, darlin. I'm not gonna tell him a thing." He let his hands encircle her waist and then angled his body to catch her as she slide down once more.

Alex felt him fill her immediately. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out. Almost without delay, she could feel her climax building, knowing she wouldn't last long in this position.

She opened her eyes and looked down upon the man who was making her feel all these delicious sensations. His head was thrown back and the cords of his neck stood out in his efforts to hold on to his passion. Just the sounds coming from his throat were enough to push Alex over the edge. Her body wound tighter and tighter as she rode him. She arched back and then felt Bobby's thumb find and brush over her clitoris, she screamed his name and could barely maintain her position. She could feel him reach his own climax at the same time. He brought his hands up to her rib cage to pull her down on top of his shaft harder and faster. She saw lights dancing in front of her eyes, feeling almost as if she was losing consciousness. She let her body fall down on his chest. "Mmmm, now that's the way I want to wake up from now on," she told him when she had caught her breath.

Bobby chuckled, his hands making forays around her scapulas and then down her spine and over the mound of her rear. Alex shivered from his touch. She rose up and looked into his eyes, adoring the love and trust she found there.

"So what did the captain want?" She rolled off him and settled into the crook of his arm.

"He said he wanted me to make sure you were all right since it wasn't everyday that your date's fiancé shows up and tries to shoot you."

She smacked his stomach playfully. "I was perfectly fine. You came to my rescue."

The small grin on his face faded. "No lie, Alex, I aged ten years listening to that phone, realizing you were in trouble and having no idea where you were."

"But like any good detective, you figured it out and arrived just in time." She kissed the tip of his nose.

They lay quietly for a few minutes savoring the feeling of holding each other but Alex wasn't surprised to learn that Bobby's mind was still spinning a mile a minute.

"So that dress, last night, that was really for me?"

"I was sitting in my kitchen yesterday after I found out that you had left my car here and that you weren't coming back that morning. I recognized that I had asked you out that evening because I just wanted to be with you and I knew I didn't have the right." She felt tears rise in her throat. "I knew that I might be ruining everything but I couldn't stop myself anymore." She looked up and searched his eyes. "So I decided that I would cut things off with Dante and show up at your apartment, dressed to kill and beg you to take me."

"You wouldn't have needed to beg, believe me." He turned on his side to face her, letting one finger trace her jaw line. "I felt the same way. Checking out Dante, I realized that I was acting more like a jealous boyfriend than a concerned partner."

"Hey, I have something for you," she bounced out of the room to the table in the living room where she had stacked her presents. When she came back into the bedroom, she saw that Bobby had pulled himself into a sitting position, his back against the headboard. She didn't think she had ever seen him looking more sexy.

"Alex, it's not Christmas yet." He said looking at the gift in her hands.

"So, like the Captain told me, we never know if we are going to have to work on Christmas or not, besides I can't wait any longer. I want you to open it now."

It was a small oblong box and Bobby shook it gently under his ear. He then began to slowly and carefully remove the wrapping paper. Alex was beside herself. While she had appreciated this same behavior as he was removing her dress last night, she couldn't stand the suspense of waiting for him to see what she and chosen for him.

He recognized the box when he had removed the paper. His eyes flew to hers with his uncertainty showing in his expression. Inside the box, nestled in creamy satin was a pen.

He whistled as he held it up to the light. "Jeez, Alex!" He looked at her again. "I can't take this. I know how much these cost….this is an Aurora limited edition." He put the pen back in the box.

She climbed on top of him. "I want you to have it. Its blue just like your old pen." He started to protest. "From now on, when I watch you caressing your bottom lip with the tip of your pen while your thinking, I want to know it's the pen I gave you."

His eyes darkened at her words. "Okay, but I want to know that the first place I write with it will be special." He rolled her off the top of him and pushed her face down on the bed with her bum exposed to him.

"Oh God, that tickles." Alex protested.

"Hold still or it'll smudge." He was writing on the cheek of her bum.

He let her up when he was finished and she ran to the bathroom to be able to see what he wrote. It was a small heart with the letters B plus A in the center.

"You are crazy." She said to his reflection in the mirror as he came up behind her.

"About you, I am." He pulled her to him and gazed at their reflection.

"I have your present out in the car, but since I never made it home last night, it isn't wrapped."

"Ooh, what did you get me? I want to see." She handed him a towel.

"I'm not going out to the car wrapped only in a towel. What would your neighbors say?"

"I know my neighbors. They would say lucky Alex."

Bobby looked down at her indignantly and then went to find his clothes. Alex shrugged into her fluffy robe and lay back down in the bed, holding his pen in her hands. It really was a beautiful little thing.

He came back in with a large cardboard box and set in on the bed. Alex scrambled up on her knees beside the box and shook it gently like Bobby had done. There were a host of bangs and clangs from inside the box when she did so. She looked up at him questioningly. He was smirking with his hand covering his mouth.

Alex folded back the flaps and looked inside. "You got me a pot?" She took the lid off of the pot and saw tomatoes, carrots, garlic, peppers and assorted other vegetables and spices inside. Around the outside of the pot was a bottle of olive oil and a bunch of celery.

"Its for making Acqua Pazza. The only thing not in there is the fish."

"Thank God." She looked at him dubiously. "You know I don't cook much."

"Yeah, I was hoping you would let me make it for you." He looked down at the floor with his hands shoved deeply into his pockets. "There's an old Italian bottle of wine that goes with it."

Alex watched him shuffle restlessly on his feet and let the full meaning of his gift fill her heart. He was offering to cook for her, to make a dish he obviously enjoyed. He was giving of himself, she couldn't have asked for more.

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A few weeks later they were in the middle of investigating the murder of a bank present name Russell Corbett who had come to New York from Grand Rapids to die of a heroin overdose while persons unknown stripped the high end town house he had been living in.

They had kept their relationship secret from their Captain and co-workers but it was a struggle at times. Especially for Alex, every time she saw her partner writing with his new pen.

They had gotten some prints for a woman reported missing named Hilary Marsdon. They interviewed the woman's sister and then found out where Hilary had been living. They brought her in for questioning.

"You told your parents you were marrying your sole mate?" Alex led in.

"That didn't work out, that's all" Ms. Marsdon answered.

"My partner has famously bad taste in men." Bobby said, giving their suspect a lead in and teasing Alex.

"Married liars, that's my special torture." Alex answered back. Oh he is going to pay for that later.

That night Alex made her way to Bobby's apartment. They had succeeded in finding a complex schedule that worked for them; staying at his apartment during cases and at her house when they were free and on their days off. She had just put the key in the lock and opened the door when she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled inside.

Bobby pinned her against the wall of the entryway. His hands already searching under the hem of her sweater. "What took you so long?" He said thickly, his tongue caressing her neck under her ear.

She could already feel her body responding to him. "Oh, I must have gotten caught up with ones of those men I have such famously bad taste in." She tried to sound sarcastic but the words came out softly with a ragged edge.

He laughed as he pulled her coat off her body and made short work of her sweater, as well. "No, no, no, bien-aimé. No other men for you, ever." He swept her up in his arms and carried her off to his bedroom.

The End