Title: Just A Kiss
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Summary: Her cheek tingled where his lips had touched. She couldn't wait for the next time that his lips kissed her. She could only hope that it was her lips the next time.
Spoilers: Loyalty.
A/N: The fic is a song title, but this is not a songfic. I hope you enjoy. As always, please read & review. This takes place between Loyalty and Season Ten of the series.

Chapter 1: Caught Up In Your Smile

Looking at himself in the mirror, Robert Goren adjusted his tie as he met his own eyes. He had only done this a hundred times as he had gotten himself ready for the evening. It's just dinner with Alex, your partner of eleven years. Ex-partner, he silently reminded himself.

He sighed softly as he pulled on his suit jacket, tapping his pocket to make sure his wallet was there before buttoning it. He moved down the hall and grabbed his keys. After turning out the lights and locking his door, he checked his watch. He didn't want to be too early. He had just enough time for a quick stop.

Alex moved around her bathroom in her matching bra and panties. Her ears held simple white gold hoops that matched her necklace. Her hair was done up loosely, but it was pulled away from her face. She couldn't stop the butterflies flitting around in her stomach. It's just dinner with Bobby, your partner. "Ex-partner," she spoke quietly to the empty room.

She picked up her cell and checked the time. She gave a soft groan as she realized she was running behind. He'd be early if anything, and she didn't want him to have to wait on her. She checked her make-up; not too much but just enough to look natural.

She moved to her bedroom to finish dressing. The dress hung on the back of her closet door. She glanced at it again; wondering if it might be overkill for a date with him. She didn't want to scare the man, but she wanted to remind him that she was very much the opposite sex and worthy of whatever gaze happened her way tonight.

Bobby wet his dry lips with the tip of his tongue as he knocked softly on her door. He held the small bouquet of daisies in his right hand. He hoped she liked them. He had opted out of roses. Roses were ordinary; Alex was far from ordinary.

She hurried to the door, hopping on one foot as she slipped into her other high-heeled shoe. She opened the door, slightly breathless. "Hi." Her cheeks tinged slightly pink as she looked him slowly up and down.

He met her eyes then allowed himself to look from there to down to her feet and back again. She was gorgeous and for once, he was speechless. "I, uh, here." He thrust the flowers into her hand. He shuffled nervously from one foot to the other then back again. An impish grin spread across his lips as he stepped closer.

She took them, bringing them to her nose to smell them. "These are perfect. Thank you." Her voice was soft. She stepped back, gesturing for him to follow her inside. "Just let me put these in water. Then we can go." She disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve the vase and put the flowers in water.

He followed her to the kitchen, placing a gentle hand on her hip as she arranged the daisies in the vase. He leaned in slowly to kiss her cheek. "I know they're not roses, but you've never really struck me as the roses kind of girl," he said, finally finding his voice. "Lady," he quietly corrected himself as their eyes met.

She felt the butterflies in her stomach starting to kick up again. "Bobby," she said waving off his flattery. Her cheek tingled where his lips had touched. She couldn't wait for the next time that his lips kissed her. She could only hope that it was her lips the next time.

"You know it's true," he stated simply before moving into her living room to inspect her photographs. He loved the mismatched frames that littered the walls and end tables, but most of all, he loved the smiles and the love the photographs contained. Love was present in every one.

There was a new one from the last time he'd been there. One he found almost immediately. It was Alex and Nathan, the child that had been brought into the world through her love for her sister. They were on the ferry and were looking at each other as their hair whipped back and forth from the wind. The photographer had caught them mid-laugh, and it was absolutely perfect. She hadn't looked that happy in a long, long time.

"That's my new favorite," she said from close to his shoulder. She had moved up to him almost silently. Her hand was on his arm, and she looked up at him. "We had just gotten back from the museum, and Liz just had to have a shot of us together. You know how she is."

"It's my new favorite, too." He replaced the framed photograph and turned to her. "Are you ready?"

"Not quite."

His eyes locked on hers, hoping that she hadn't changed her mind. His doubt was laid to rest as she moved closer to adjust his tie.

"There. Now we're ready." She looked up at him with her breath held.

He shook his head before he cupped her cheek and all but whispered, "Not quite." He lowered his mouth to hers in a soft kiss that lingered for only a moment. His hand moved into hers. "Now we're ready."