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The room went silent and Alex felt herself drifting off to sleep as his three words settled into her mind. And then she smiled because she knew she would be sore in the morning. She definitely welcomed the feeling, knowing who the cause of it was.
She felt as though she could fall asleep any moment, but there was something that was keeping her from it. And then she remembered. Bobby was trying to ask her something earlier and she kept interrupting, and knowing Mr. Twitchy, he wouldn't be able to sleep until he had his question or questions answered.
"What it is, Bobby?" She murmured but kept her eyes closed and her head against his broad chest.
"What?" He asked. He was already half asleep when he heard her voice through the fog. For once his racing thoughts had stopped. He was able to shut off his brain and just be caught up in the moment. It was something he wasn't used to, but he knew he could easily get used to it. In fact, he already was.
"You wanted to ask me something earlier. What was it?"
He sighed deeply and it made Alex shift slightly in return. She knew by that sigh that it was a question that wasn't easily asked nor was it easily answered.
"I just…" He bit his lip. He was so nervous. "I just wondered if you…or if we are…" And then he fell silent. The words were not coming to him and it only discouraged him from speaking any further.
"If we're what, Bobby?" She waited for him to reply, but when no response was rendered, she turned onto her stomach to face him. She decided to help him out, figuring she knew what he wanted to ask. "If we're together? As a couple?" She dared to say the word. "Or if we're still just friends?" She hesitantly asked.
"Yes." He swallowed hard. "How did you—"
"Trust me, I've been thinking about it as well." She softly admitted. She was exhausted and didn't want to hide nor deny it any longer. "I just…I didn't want to put anymore additional pressure on you, so I just…didn't bring it up. I didn't want to assume anything either."
"Alex, you can always talk to me or ask me anything."
"I know." She whispered and suddenly felt guilty.
"So…?" He asked nervously. He knew he was treading on thin ice because he didn't know what she really wanted.
Instead of answering him immediately, she went to caress his face instead. She wanted to feel his face in her hands as she gathered her thoughts. She brought her thumbs down to his lips and rubbed them both delicately across them. She loved those lips, so she softly claimed them with her own. There was nothing rough about the kiss. It was gentle, yet firm, but she wanted to taste him. She loved the taste of him. As she kissed him, she trailed her hands through his hair and weaved her hands in and out. When she pulled away, she looked deep into those eyes. She felt herself getting lost in them, but as she thought about it further, she realized she was already lost in them. She was already lost in him.
"I want you, Bobby." She finally spoke. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing. Like I told you before, I've dreamt about this moment for a long time. And it's better than I ever imagined it would be. And now that it's finally happened, I don't want it to ever go away." She murmured as she let her hands slip from his hair to his chest. She flatted her hands so that her palms were flat against his chest when she began to speak once more. "Bobby, I want your face to be the last one I see at night. And when I wake up in the morning, I want your face to be the first one I see. I want to look into those brown orbs of yours every morning and night and get lost in them. I love you and I want you…more than words can express. I want to be yours and I can only hope that you'll want to be mine." She stated and was surprised how well she had held it together.
Alex was suddenly afraid, but she wasn't sure why. She'd thought, on numerous occasions, that Bobby didn't want nor need a relationship to complicate his life any further. She figured he had women, but that was it. They were only women to him and for a very short period of time from what she gathered. A booty call as she liked to call it. He was an attractive man and she knew that he could easily get women. She felt a sting of jealousy at the thought of him with another woman, but quickly pushed it aside. Alex wasn't sure if he was ready to commit to something like this or not, but as she gazed up into his eyes once more, she knew that he indeed was. She knew he loved her just as much, if not more, than she loved him.
"I want the same thing, Alex. All of it. All of you. I just didn't think you'd want a commitment like that, especially not with me."
"Why not with you?" She asked almost too quickly. She was curious of his response. "You're the one I love. You're the only one I can ever see myself with down the road." She desperately added and prayed that she wouldn't be rejected. She knew it would just about kill her if he rejected her. She could only hope that he would understand and have the same wants and needs as she does.
He chuckled. "Because I'm your whack-job partner. I'm not one, in the eyes of others, to settle down with someone." He answered and goddamn him there was humor in his voice and he was smiling no doubt.
"Bobby! You are not a whack-job by any means. I've told you this before, you're brilliant." He only smiled, so she continued, "I want you. Only you…that is, if you'll have me." She whispered the last part.
"The question is, Alex, will you have me? You haven't seen me before…I mean, not outside of work very much. You don't know what I'm like."
"Same goes for you knowing me." She tried to counter with him. "I know we have a lot to discuss and find out about each other, but I look forward to that, Bobby. I love you and want to know everything about you."
"Everything?" He asked analytically.
She nodded. "Everything." She said and grabbed hold of one of his hands and placed a feather light kiss on the palm of his hand. "So, are we…?" The rest of the sentence faded into the air. She felt like a teenager in high school again.
"I think so. I want to try this. I love you and I know, in my heart, that you're the only one for me, Alex."
"Ditto, my loveable Bobby Bear." And she leaned up and tenderly claimed his lips once more. He chuckled against her lips at the use of his nickname.
"We sound like teenagers." He murmured against her lips and went to pull away. Alex had other plans, however, and leaned forward and kissed him again.
Bobby immediately heard a low moan escape from Alex's lips. She went to deepen the kiss even further, but he pulled away and shook one of those deliciously long and seductive fingers at her.
"What, Bobby?" She asked and gently kissed his stubble-covered chin.
"Alex, I think I might be shooting blanks already. I'm not as young as I used to be." He laughed and then jokingly added, "What are you trying to do, break me?"
"Ha! Could've fooled me, Detective. And I'm not as young as I used to be either." She murmured and then added, "And I'd never want to break you, Bobby." She seductively murmured into his left ear.
"Yeah, well you're still a lot younger than me." He quickly answered her. He chose to ignore her last comment and save it for a rainy day.
"How old are you, Bobby?"
"How old do I look?" He laughed.
"Oh, I don't know, late 50s, early 60s maybe." And boy did she laugh when she saw him pout.
"So, what are you saying, Alex? You like older men?" He winked.
And they both laughed.
"I know how old you are, Bobby." And he nodded because he knew she knew from the case with Nicole Wallace when his birthday and social security number first came into the light. He was also aware of the fact that she didn't want to say her name or even bring up that instance, so he changed the direction of the conversation.
"So, when were you born, Alex?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She smirked and then added, "Bobby, you should know better than to ask a woman her age."
He pouted of course and it was too damn cute for her to resist.
"Ugh. You know it's unfair that you can do that." She stated and he looked at her confused. "Oh don't act all innocent around me, Bobby. You and that little…" She waved her left hand in no particular order. "You and that little puppy dog look of yours is absolutely irresistible…and what's worse is that you know that and will use it against me." And he gave her one of those, 'who me' looks.
She laughed and that's when his puppy dog look turned into a smile.
"So? Are you going to tell me or make me guess?" He asked but quickly added, "Actually I refuse to guess any woman's age."
Alex reached up with her left hand to push a strand of hair out of her eyes and just as she brought it back down, Bobby grabbed it and held onto it.
"I was born July 28th, 1965."
"Are you serious?" He pulled away slightly. "I'm that much older than you?" He asked curiously.
She rolled her eyes. "Four years isn't that much of a difference, Bobby. Especially for our age." She laughed.
Bobby chimed in just then. "Actually, we're three years, eleven months and eight days apart." He announced proudly, and boy did his smile grow.
She gave him that look and murmured, "Smartass." She could help but laughed at the look on his face just then. It was so innocent and so…Bobbyish. "Whatever…Besides, you sure in the hell don't act like a 47 year-old man in bed." She winked and produced one of the sexiest looking grins he had ever seen.
"Oh? And why is that?" He asked and quickly, but gently squeezed her ass.
"Because all I have to do is rub against you once and you'll have a hard-on. I think you may be right, at least after I'm done with you tonight, you may be shooting blanks."
"Well, in that case, I guess I'll have to turn over and ignore you then." He said and started to roll over playfully.
"Oh no you don't." She quickly hollered and tightened her grip around his waist.
"Why, Alex? Are you ever going to let me go?"
And she immediately answered. "No. Never."
He smiled at her. "Good because I don't plan on ever letting you go either. Face it, you're stuck with me."
"There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with." She murmured and for the first time in his life, Bobby felt utterly content with his life.
Nothing else was said that night. Things that needed to be said could wait until later because they knew all they needed to know. They had each other. The two lovers were now eager to see where this would lead them, but they also both knew that it could only turn out well for the two of them because they're Goren and Eames; the best team at Major Case and now, the happiest couple in New York.
Not long after, Alex and Bobby fell asleep in each others arms. It was the first time in their lives that they felt complete. Nothing was missing in their lives now. Alex went through Bobby's downfall and was with him the entire way through his release of emotions he had had. And she was still with him…because she couldn't imagine herself anywhere else.
And that's how they both knew, that they were going to be ok. That they were going to make it, because if they couldn't, no one could.
A/N: Well, that's all she wrote. I must say that I am very sad to see this end.
Just a quick mention of their birthdays. We all know that Bobby's birthday is August 20th, 1961. No one knows, however, what Alex's birthday is. So I decided to make one up. I used mine...well, the July 28th part, so I hope that is ok. My birthday is July 28th, 1986, but I obviously couldn't use the year. LOL As for the separation of the two of them, I hope I did the math correctly...because I suck at math!
So, thank you to all that continued to read and support me through the entire story. If you have yet to review, but have been reading, please review now and let me know what you truly think of this because I'd love to hear for you all out there.
Not sure when I'll post another story…I think I might take a while "off," although I do have a lot of stories already written down. We shall see (Looks at cifan).
Until next time,