Now

He loves her, that much he's sure of. A hand possessively on her naked hip:

How did we get here?

He's not too sure, it all happened so fast.

He falls asleep to the sound of her breath, steadily in and out.

No rush, not too fast.

Enjoy this moment while it lasts, it'll all be over in a flash.

--

Then

Eight years gone by so fast. In retrospect, he has had plenty of opportunity but in retrospect still, he's had no time at all. He loves her, that much he's sure of, but they're always rushing, always moving. This crime scene, next interview, this confession later and there's nothing left to say. But what to say? And when to say it? If he could just slow them down for just a moment...

Time! Grant me this small moment to collect my thoughts -- No. Too slow.

But then again, things like this can't be rushed. Moment upon moment, built up over eight years...

"Bobby?!"

A soft, yet harsh whisper transports him back to this moment. The clock reads 11:45 am...

Huh? Didn't we just start this...

"Bobby, what are you thinking?"

Alex leans in closer to him, her mouth next to his ear. The rushing of her breath past his ear ends before it even began. He titled his head towards hers. Open mouthed, he sucked in what little air there was between them.

"Detective Goren," the Voice demanded.

"Yes, Commissioner?" He swallowed, his voice clicked.

"Your report. If you don't mind."

All eyes were on him, all but hers, which remained stead fast on his ear and the goose bumps on his flesh.

"Yes, Commissioner," he said again.

Blink your eyes, the moment's gone.

--

The meeting had ended, a waste of several long minutes, never to be returned, that could have easily been spent doing other, more important things. Like lunch, which he promptly offered to buy. Alex smiled, accepting the invite as they stepped outside.

The weather had been beautiful that day, sunshine and clear skies, that had changed in an instant. A storm moved in, dark, angry clouds swirled overhead; somewhere in the distance lightening struck.

A gust of wind rushed past the back of her knees, taking her cotton skirt along for the ride. She arched against the zephyr and Bobby quickly moved behind her. Her shoulders touched his chest and he steadied her with a possessive hand on her hip. She gasped slightly. He felt everything, everyone around them stop. Time froze and this, this was his moment.

Quickly now, tell her you love her.

He said nothing.

She turned to face him, wide-eyed and quizzical as the wind blew off to attack another lady's ankles and her skirt. The world had resumed it's full course, full speed ahead. Up on her toes, she kissed him, gently on the mouth. He kissed her back, and the world would never again move so slow.

--

Things happened quickly after that. Too quickly.

This is... this is... real?

His apartment, her mouth on his, his hands up her skirt, her on his bed, both of them naked --

What happened to our clothes?

Hands on flesh, squeezing, massaging, lips against lips and, Oh, God! the electricity between them...

Slow down. Slow down or you wont remember any of this-- Faster, faster, don't look back.

A shudder and a gasp. A cry and a release.

The electric surge between them shorted out.

And it was over.

--

Now

Quiet.

The sound of a clock tick-tocking somewhere in the apartment.

He looked over at her sleeping frame, her eyelids rapidly fluttering.

He loves her, that much he's sure of. A hand possessively on her naked hip:

How did we get here?

He's not too sure, it all happened so fast.

He falls asleep to the sound of her breath, steadily in and out.

No rush, not too fast.

Enjoy this moment while it lasts. It'll all be over in a flash.

A/N : This was written for LJ's Thursdays 100 Plus Fast Challenge.