Just A Kiss (Chapter 1)
Title: Just A Kiss
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Summary: There were no unwritten rules to keep them apart now, but will it be that simple?
Spoilers: Anything up to Loyalty. Takes place before Season 10.
A/N: The fic is a song title, but this is NOT a songfic. I hope you enjoy. As always, please read & review.
Chapter 1
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 sighed softly as he pulled on his suit jacket, tapping his pocket to make sure his wallet was there before buttoning his jacket. 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 picked up her cell and checked the time. Shit! 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 and 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 and the rest of the male population that she was indeed a woman.
& & & & & & &
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 hadn't opted for roses. Roses were ordinary, and Alex was far from ordinary.
She hurried to the door, hoping on one foot as she slipped her other high-heeled shoe onto her foot. She opened the door, slightly breathless. "Hi..." Her cheeks tinged slightly pink.
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.
She took them and smelled them. "These are perfect. Thank you." Her voice was soft. She stepped back and gestured for him to step inside. "Just let me put these in water. Then we can go." She disappeared into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.
He stepped inside, following her. He rested his hand on her hip as she filled the vase she had found under the sink with water. He kissed her cheek. "Not as perfect as you." he said when he finally found his voice.
She felt the butterflies kick up again. "Bobby..." she said waving off his flattery.
"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.
There was a new one. 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 they 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 favorite too." He replaced the framed photograph and turned to her. "Ready?"
"Not quite."
His eyes locked on hers. Had she changed her mind? But his own question was answered when she moved closer and adjusted his tie.
"There. Now we're ready." She looked up at him, breath held.
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."
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Summary: There were no unwritten rules to keep them apart now, but will it be that simple?
Spoilers: Anything up to Loyalty. Takes place before Season 10.
A/N: The fic is a song title, but this is NOT a songfic. I hope you enjoy. As always, please read & review.
Chapter 1
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 sighed softly as he pulled on his suit jacket, tapping his pocket to make sure his wallet was there before buttoning his jacket. 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 picked up her cell and checked the time. Shit! 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 and 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 and the rest of the male population that she was indeed a woman.
& & & & & & &
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 hadn't opted for roses. Roses were ordinary, and Alex was far from ordinary.
She hurried to the door, hoping on one foot as she slipped her other high-heeled shoe onto her foot. She opened the door, slightly breathless. "Hi..." Her cheeks tinged slightly pink.
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.
She took them and smelled them. "These are perfect. Thank you." Her voice was soft. She stepped back and gestured for him to step inside. "Just let me put these in water. Then we can go." She disappeared into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.
He stepped inside, following her. He rested his hand on her hip as she filled the vase she had found under the sink with water. He kissed her cheek. "Not as perfect as you." he said when he finally found his voice.
She felt the butterflies kick up again. "Bobby..." she said waving off his flattery.
"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.
There was a new one. 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 they 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 favorite too." He replaced the framed photograph and turned to her. "Ready?"
"Not quite."
His eyes locked on hers. Had she changed her mind? But his own question was answered when she moved closer and adjusted his tie.
"There. Now we're ready." She looked up at him, breath held.
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."