Title: Falling Under
Author: Hargieteam42 & untapdtreasure
Pairing: Bobby Goren & Alex Eames
Summary: AU-Goren & Eames meet while Eames is still in the academy. A planned one-night stand leads to an attraction that neither can run from and leads to more than they ever bargained for.
A/N: This was indeed co-authored with Hargieteam42. We hope that you enjoy this piece and come back eagerly awaiting more because there is more. We'd love to give as shout-out to our wonderfuly beta, Vicky!
Robert Goren stepped into the smoke filled bar. He scanned the room taking in the ambiance. It'd been a long time since he'd been in a bar filled with college kids, but it was the closest one to the hotel room he had booked for the weekend. He slid into a vacated seat at the bar, signaling the bartender. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place the face. She was a slender, honey-blonde haired, brown eyed beauty. Not his usual type, but she had him questioning that. When she approached, he gave her a boyish smile and said, "Scotch...little ice."
She gave him a smile. "Coming right up." Alex gave him a quick once-over as she poured him his scotch. She wondered if he recognized her. Of course it was very possible that he didn't, she didn't exactly look like the recruit she'd been only a few hours before. She was no longer in her uniform, but in a midriff bearing tee with a pair of jeans. Her hair was pulled back from her face and she wore a pair of silver hoops. Setting his drink in front of him, she smiled at him again. He was extremely handsome.
He tilted his head, studying her. "Have we met?"
She arched her brow. "We have... today," she replied, leaning on the bar as she spoke to him.
Bobby nodded as it suddenly dawned on him. "Fifth row...third seat from the window." The snarky one that had answered one of his questions. She had cop's daughter written all over her face. "Your father's a police officer..."
Alex smirked. "You're a hell of a profiler," she told him, her eyes searching his face. Yep, she definitely wanted him. That didn't happen very often.
Bobby leaned forward a little more. "You never have time for life if you're working all the time."
"You never get anywhere on someone else's dime," she replied coolly, leaning back just a little, making him peruse her. Her eyes danced mischievously.
Bobby smirked. She was playing hard to get. He tapped her finger with his own and said softly, "When do you get off?"
"Two," she replied. "You can take me out for breakfast." Maybe a little more than that too, she thought, her eyes tracing his full lips.
Bobby chuckled. "What made you think I was asking...for a date?" He had been, but he didn't want to seem too desperate. It had been a long time since he'd had a beautiful American girl to talk to.
She shrugged. "Fine, I was asking you," she told him. Alex stood up and walked over to where another man had flagged her down for another drink, making sure she added a little more sway to her step.
Bobby sipped his scotch all the while watching her walk away. He met her eyes and smiled as she worked. He glanced at his watch. Almost eleven... It was going to be a long night. He pulled the bowl of peanuts to him, popping one into his mouth.
She couldn't believe he was actually going to wait for her. This was going to be interesting. Throughout the rest of night, in between drink orders, she occasionally talked to him and kept his glass full.
After the third drink, he'd switched to coffee. He wanted to be sober for this. He was leaning against a taxi as she locked up. "Got a favorite place?"
Walking over to him, she shook her head. "Surprise me," she smiled, wrapping herself in her coat against the cool morning air.
He opened the door for her and nodded. After she climbed in, he instructed the cabbie to take them to a little diner close to the harbor. "They have the best hotcakes."
She grinned in response. "It's been a while since I've been out on a date," she confessed, entirely unsure of why . Maybe it was in case she made a fool of herself.
Bobby turned slightly, studying her. "As pretty as you are, I find that hard to believe."
She shrugged with one shoulder. "I have standards," she told him, looking directly into his eyes. Alex licked her lower lip nervously as butterflies danced her stomach.
"Alex Eames, do you have a crush on your teacher?" He teased, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail out of her eyes. He felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her but held back. She was young, and he didn't want to lead her on. He was going back to Germany on Monday.
"I think I might," she answered softly. She could see the same attraction she felt reflected back at her in his eyes. If he wasn't going to make the first move, she'd do it... again. She leaned in and gently kissed his lips, noting how soft they were.
He closed his eyes, tasting the peppermint on her breath. He whispered, "I'm...leaving on Monday." He needed her to know this. He wanted to be upfront and completely honest. She was young and impressionable, and he didn't want this to get complicated.
"You mean to tell me you've never had a one night stand?" she asked, pulling away slightly.
He shook his head. "I never said that... I just wanted you to know." He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He'd had his share of one-night stands but this one seemed different. And that unnerved him.
She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him more firmly. Her heart was starting to pick up its pace as things grew more hot and heavy.
Bobby eased her back slightly, meeting her eyes. "Breakfast is out, I take it?" When she nodded, he tapped the glass on the cab window and redirected him to his hotel.
She resumed kissing him, her hands going up to tangle in his soft dark curls. Taking his lower lip between her own, she sucked playfully.
He moaned softly, sliding his hand under her shirt, mindfully to keep everything hidden from the cab driver. He wasn't out to give anyone a show. He whispered in her ear, "You're not like anyone I've ever met."
"Good," she replied. "I want you to remember me." She sure as hell wasn't going to forget him, and she was pretty sure after their sack session, she'd remember him for a good long time.
Bobby smirked against her neck. "What if our paths cross again...what then?"
"Well, if we do meet again, you've got a free pass into my pants," she joked, breathing heavily. "If we don't... well, we can look back on this night fondly and say that it was good."
He laughed, enjoying her humor and easy-going nature. Soon the heat flared again and he sucked at her neck, leaving a visual reminder of their time together. At least for a few days. He groaned as the cab pulled up in front of his hotel. He managed to untangle himself from her arms long enough to pay the driver. He took her hand as they moved toward the hotel doors. "You can change your mind at...any time."
"I don't see that happening, but thanks for the offer." At least he wasn't an asshole, she told herself.
He kept his hands off her until just outside his hotel room door. He pressed her up against the door, kissing her hard. He lifted her easily, groaning as she wrapped her tiny frame around his.
He slid the key into the lock, pushing it open. He carried her inside making it to the mirrored dresser. She was already unbuttoning his shirt. He moaned softly as she trailed kisses across his bare skin. He sat her on the dresser top, removing her shirt. He had discovered in the cab that she wasn't wearing a bra. He looked down at her perfect tits, taking one in his hand and lowering his mouth and tongue to the other. He sucked playfully at first, then nibbled. The sounds that erupted from her throat were enough to make him thrust forward, pushing his arousal into her still clothed center.
He slid his hand back down to her ass, lifting her again. He deposited her onto the bed, shrugging out of his clothes in a frenzy. He licked his lips as he reached for her jeans button.
She watched him with hooded eyes. His body was toned and well muscled, but not bulky. All his awkwardness seemed to just disappear and he moved with a fluidity she didn't expect from him. Alex lifted her hips and allowed him to rid her of her pants and underwear. She held her arms out to him, needing to feel him inside of her.
He slowly covered her naked body with his own, sliding a hand down to her darkened curls. He smirked, "You're not a natural blonde..."
She smirked back. "Nope." A gasp was pulled from her mouth as he gently teased her with long, dexterous fingers. "Oh God..."
Bobby slid one finger inside her, testing her readiness. He moaned at the wetness. He kissed her exposed throat as he slid another finger inside her. He gently moved his fingers in and out. "You're so hot and wet..."
"Bobby," she moaned, lifting her hips to press against his hand. She clenched tightly around him. "I can't take much more of this," she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.
Bobby removed his fingers, sliding his hand up her thigh. He parted her legs wider to accommodate his larger frame. He eased the tip into her opening and pushed forward. He was buried to the hilt and he had to stop because he was sure that she needed to adjust to his girth. He kissed her hotly, easing his tongue into her mouth.
She didn't want to wait and began rocking against him as they kissed. Alex was being driven by lust, pure and simple. She suckled at his tongue as she grinded her hips against his.
Sensing what she wanted, he let his lust take over. He moved one of her hands above her head, holding it there as he cupped her ass with the other. He drove into her heat with mounting fury, taking her to the edge with him. He grunted as their bodies collided over and over with a need to reach their goal.
She was cursing and crying out as she neared her release. "Oh Bobby," she cried, her nails scoring his skin as the tension finally snapped within her body. She lost it and slammed her body up into his as her head thrashed on the pillow.
He bit her nipple hard, then sucked into his mouth. He was still thrusting hard into her. He was nearing his own release and tried to pull out. "I'm gonna..."
She wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist, reveling in the pain as it melted away into pleasure.
Bobby's hands were all over her as his body reveled in his own pleasure. He came hard in short quivering spurts. He moved to the side of her, not wanting to crush her. He lay on his back, breathing hard. He glanced at her. "You...you okay?"
She nodded, her eyes closed and face turned away, hiding all the things she wasn't supposed to be feeling so quickly. "Yeah, I'm just catching my breath." Slowly, she swung her feet over the edge of the bed and went to use the bathroom. She splashed cool water over her face and managed to compose herself before walking back out.
Bobby was sitting up now, his legs over the side of the bed. He was still naked. He looked up at her. "You...could stay the night."
"I left my uniform at my apartment," she replied, crossing her arms over he body, suddenly feeling terribly vulnerable.
He reached out, taking her hands. He pulled them away from her body, studying her. "If I never see you again...I want to imprint you on my memory..." He pulled her to him, feeling his groin quiver again. "Stay..." he pleaded softly.
She bit her lower lip. How could she refuse him? "We'll have to get up early so I can get my uniform," she told him, wrapping herself back around him, kissing him.
"Or just not sleep..." He teased. Still sitting, he guided her legs to straddle him. He searched her eyes. "And we can go get that breakfast..."
"I like that idea," she agreed. They made love several more times that night before finally showering together. It was about 6 am when they finally left his hotel room. "Mind if we go get me that change of clothes? I'd rather not have everyone see me in my work attire."
Bobby slid his arm around her waist as they walked. "No problem at all. You don't have to be at the academy until...9?"
She nodded, glancing up at him. Alex noticed she'd been doing a lot more smiling than she normally did. "Thanks." She mimicked him and wrapped her own arm around his waist. She couldn't help thinking that this felt way too good.
He was letting himself get too lost in her. That wasn't good. She was the first woman to ever have this effect on him. He felt something with her that he'd never felt before. It rattled him, but at the same time, it just felt to damn good. He looked down at her. "You don't live far from that bar, do you?"
"Two blocks down," she informed him. She turned and stood on her toes and kissed him again. Happiness flooded her system so that she couldn't even feel how tired she was.
Bobby looked down at her, taking her in. He said softly, "This...hasn't been like any one night stand I'm used to."
"I know... but I'm enjoying my time." She hoped he was too, hoped he wasn't regretting his decision. This was one of the best nights she'd had in a very long time.
Bobby kissed her again, softly this time. He knew that this would be the first time in his life that would regret leaving New York City. And if life brought him back here again, he'd look her up. He felt a connection to her that he had never felt with anyone else. One that he didn't want to feel with anyone else. "I am too..." He took her hand then, leading her on down the hall and outside the hotel.
He hailed a cab, and she gave directions to her place. He was content to just hold her hand as the rode through the slowly awakening city streets. "You want...me to wait for you in the cab?"
"Do you want to come up?" she asked, smiling coyly. She sobered a little. "I don't mind if you see my apartment," she answered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Laying her head on his chest, she just closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat steadily in his chest. It was soothing.
Bobby kissed the top of her head. "We'd...probably have to skip breakfast all together."
"I could make you something," she murmured, bringing his hand up to her mouth and gently kissed the back of his hand.
He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, "Or I could just make it with you again...You're more satisfying..."
Her face flushed and her eyes darkened. "I could live with that," she breathed, the familiar feeling creeping back between her legs at the thought of him fucking her on the table. And that is what they did. They fucked again. He took her right there on her kitchen table, then again on the floor. He fucked her so hard that he was sure that his balls were permanently damaged from all the bouncing and smacking against her ass. He was breathing hard as he came again. He kissed her long and hard. He took her tongue into his mouth, sucking hard. He pulled away. "You've ruined me..." He voice was a hiss before kissing her again. He then rolled off her, running a hand through his dampened curls. He pulled her against his chest, holding her as if she would break. Or worse, disappear.
She let out a harsh breath and laid against him. "I don't think I've ever had sex so many times," she panted. Her body was sore from being used so much. "You do realize we're going to have to shower again. We can't go in both smelling of sex."
He ran his fingertips down her arm. He looked down at her, his eyes locking on her amber pools. He nodded. "Well...last time that led to things other than showering."
"I guess we'll have to shower separately, then, won't we?" Her toes still curled at the thought of what he'd done to her in the shower.
Bobby groaned softly at the thought of her showering alone. He closed his eyes. "Yeah...Yeah..."
"Feel free to get anything from the fridge and cupboards," she told him, pulling herself up off the floor and heading down the hall to the bathroom.
Bobby laid there a few more minutes before making himself get up. He zipped his slacks, straightening his belt and fastening it. He would have to borrow an iron. His dress shirt was a mess. He draped it over a chair and went to work fixing her breakfast. He didn't know what she liked, but made her an egg white omelet with toast. It was just finishing up when she stepped back into the kitchen.
She smiled and watched him for a few moments before she went over to stand beside him. "You're pretty handy around the house," she noted, her lips keeping the smile.
Bobby shrugged. "I've been taking care of myself since I was seven... You learn how to cook after awhile."
She saw the sadness when he said it and let her hand come to a rest on his back. "Well, I'm sorry you had to grow up so fast."
He turned his head, smiling at her. "I...didn't know what else you'd like so eggs and toast is all I've fixed."
"I like eggs and toast. Who doesn't? Thanks, it looks really good." Alex went into the fridge and grabbed out the orange juice before getting two cups out from the cupboard.
Bobby smiled as he moved their plates to the table. He stopped her for a moment to kiss her. "Do you get a night off this weekend?" It was Friday morning, and the academy was closed on Saturday and Sunday. He knew that making any further plans with her would be the end to his life as he knew it, but he couldn't stand to be in the same city with this beautiful creature and not be close to her.
"I'm off Sunday," she informed him, taking a bite of her food. "Mmm. This is really good. I really do need to keep you around. I can't cook to save my life," she laughed.
Bobby closed his eyes. "If we...were to meet up on Sunday, would it make things harder for you to...for this to be a one night stand?"
She snickered. "It'd be more than a one night thing, Bobby." The truth was she was hiding the sadness that had started to creep up on her.
Bobby lowered her his eyes. "Then today...we just go our separate ways." He wished his flight was tonight instead of early Monday morning. His body already ached to be close to her.
"Alright," she agreed calmly. In reality his words were hitting harder than they should have been. She shouldn't want to cry at the thought of not waking up wrapped in his arms. Alex was beginning to think that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.
Bobby was no longer hungry. He sipped at his juice. He tried not to look as sad as he felt. "I... Do you just have classes today? Or...training?"
"Fridays are training days for me." She set her fork down and took a long drink from her glass to try and rid herself of the sudden dry throat she'd acquired. Moving quickly, she set the plate in her fridge.
For some reason, she couldn't force herself to dump them like she normally would have. Finishing her juice, she walked back down to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Bobby dumped his in the trash, leaving money on the counter to replace the eggs and bread that he'd used. He prayed that she didn't take that the wrong way. He just didn't want to waste her food. She worked hard for her money with going to the academy and tending bar at night. He changed his mind about the iron as he pulled the wrinkled shirt back onto his body. It smelled of her, and he wanted to go to her, take her in his arms and just be with her. He swallowed hard, forcing his feet to stay still. He looked up as she returned to the kitchen. "I should...share a cab to the academy?"
"I don't see why we can't, unless you don't want to." She surprised herself with how cool she was playing it, when truthfully, she was in absolute turmoil.
"I definitely want to." He opened the door for her. "You...ready?"
She grabbed her jacket and stepped out the door, watching as he locked it before closing it behind him. He made to move past her, but she blocked his way, sliding her hands up his chest and pulling him down for another kiss.
Bobby wrapped her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. He breathed her in. "God dammit, Eames..." He tightened his hold on her. "I don't want to leave."
She fought hard to keep her composure. "I know, Bobby, I know." Good God, did she know, because her heart was in shards and she was going to be left all alone to pick up the pieces.
He took her face in his hands. "When...when I come back to the city, when my duty to...the army is finished, if you...you are still available, will you give me a chance?" He searched her eyes for the answer, holding his breath.
"Yes, I will," she answered, no doubt or reserve in her mind. "Don't go falling in love with some European woman, now," she teased, tears sparkling in her eyes.
Bobby pulled her mouth to his in a tender kiss. When he pulled back, he searched her eyes. "It's hard to fall in love when you've left your heart behind." He kissed her again.
"You better come back for me, Robert Goren," she warned, resting against his broad shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Alex straightened up. "We better get going or we'll be late," she smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"And you'd better write me..." He said, taking her hand and leading her down the hall to the stairs. He held the door open for her, looking down at her as she did so. "Every day."
"Is twice a day too much?" she asked, not taking her hand from his. She had never fallen like this, never. The fact that it was happening so fast was a bit dizzying, but it just felt right to her.
Bobby smiled. "Not enough..." he breathed softly. "But I'll take it."
The ride there went entirely too fast for her taste and the day even faster. Before she knew it, she was back in the bar waiting on drunk assholes. However, she just blocked them out as she thought of the previous night.
Bobby stepped into the smoke filled bar. His gaze locked onto her at the bar. Some guy was chatting her up, and anger roiled in his stomach. He moved quickly to where she was and sat down on the empty bar stool to the man's left. "Like chatting up my girl?" The guy was a scrawny little thing and his eyes went wide at the size of Bobby. He nodded then. "Scat." And the boy did. He looked up at her and smiled. "I forgot to give...you my address." He pushed a folded piece of paper toward her.
She couldn't help the chuckle as she took it and tucked it into her jeans pocket. "Thank you, sir." She had to be careful, because her boss was here tonight. "You want something to drink?" she asked
Bobby regretfully shook his head. "I'm on my way to the airport." He saw her eyes lock onto his and he felt her heart break along with his. "I know..." he said softly. "My orders come from the top. I'm needed..."
She smiled. "I'll write you soon," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She thought she was going to die right there.
Bobby swallowed hard. He reached forward, brushing his fingertips across her hand. "I want to kiss you...say a real good-bye."
She turned to her coworker. "Cover for me for ten?"
The other woman nodded. "Go, but hurry back before Jon gets back."
She slipped out back with him. Bobby pulled her to him, crushing her mouth against his. He held her tightly, sliding his hands down her back. He released her lips and whispered, "I love you, Alexandra Eames..."
She looked up at him, her eyes filling with tears. "I love you too, Bobby." Her throat was dry. The thing that scared her a little was that she truly meant that after knowing the man for three days.
Bobby wiped away a tear from her cheek and whispered, "Please don't cry, sweetheart." He did not think his heart could hurt anymore than it did at the thought of leaving her. And then she cried, and he learned better. He took her back into his arms. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "You'd..." His voice cracked. "You'd better get back inside. I don't want you to lose your job."
She turned her face up to kiss him one last time. "Come back as soon as you can," she begged, her fists gathering the material of his shirt.
Bobby nodded. "Please...write." He took her hand, gently loosening it from his shirt. Tears were in his eyes now.
She nodded, dropping her hands. "I will." Alex quickly wiped her tears away and made sure she looked presentable. Her throat was raw as she went back into the bar.
Bobby closed his eyes because he couldn't bear to see her walking away. He let out a strangled sob as he heard the door click shut. He finally managed to make his way back to his waiting cab, climbing into the backseat. He drove away from her, his heart aching more and more with each mile.
A/N #2: We are eager to hear what you think of this. There is MORE if you want it.