Deja Vu (chapter 2)
Title: Déjà vu
Author: untapdtreasure
Summary: He swore they’d been through this already. This constant up and down. He knew he’d sat in this same chair. Held her hand. Why was this happening to them…again?
Pairing: Bobby Goren/ Alex Eames
Spoilers: Anything up to Endgame
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own them or anything really.
deja vu:
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Chapter 2
Their mouths inched closer and closer. Bobby held his breath in anticipation. He looked longingly at her semi-parted lips.
Alex closed her eyes as the pounding of her heart grew louder and louder. She could not concentrate on anything but his lips moving closer and closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.
Just before their lips met there was a knock at the door. Bobby groaned. “The pizza, I assume…”
She slowly opened her eyes, swallowing hard. “I didn't hear anything...,” she whispered, lying desperate to keep him this close to her. She did not want this moment to end.
He slowly stood and righted her, his hands lingering on her hips as he met her eyes. “I just have to grab my wallet.” He finally managed to pull himself away from her, but not before a final glance at her intoxicating lips. “Damn pizza guy,” he muttered.
“What was that?” She could still feel his breath on her skin as she moved to the door.
“Nothing,” he called back.
She was certain he had mumbled something about the pizza guy. Wiping the smirk from her face, she opened the door greeting the pizza guy. “Hey…” She pointed toward the bedroom, “My partner is just getting his wallet.”
The pizza guy, somewhere in his twenties, was not ashamed as he looked her up and down. "It'll be twenty-three fifty."
Alex was amused but she kept her composure. "Smells good. Still hot?"
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." He leaned against the door. "You said your partner... You a cop?"
Alex loved being hit on; not that she would do anything with anyone as young as him, but it was nice to still feel wanted. “Aren’t I a little too old for you?”
He shook his head, “Not with that body…”
Alex snorted, “That ever work for you?”
“You'd be surprised.” The guy smirked. “Look…I get off in about…”
Bobby appeared out of nowhere and thrust thirty dollars in the guy’s hand. “She’s not interested.” He took the box from the guy and shut the door in his face. Bobby then disappeared into the kitchen.
Alex glared at the back of his head. Secretly, she was turned on by his reaction, but she did not want to let on. “Who the hell do you think you are? My father?”
Bobby tossed the box onto the table. “He’s trouble, Eames.”
She huffed, "Aren't all guys in some way or another?" She hid her smirk as she ambled into the kitchen and reached into his cabinet for two glasses.
He turned and looked at her. “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”
She wiped the smile from her face. Bobby was jealous. “Beer or soda?” she asked as she moved toward the refrigerator.
“Soda.” He was studying her.
She could feel his eyes on her so she took her time bending over to get two sodas from the bottom of his fridge. Before standing back up, she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Enjoying the view?” She smirked and stood.
He furrowed his brow, “W-wh-what?” He pushed himself away from the counter, his hand going to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously out of habit.
“Oh nothing…” She grabbed some napkins and called out, “Grab the pizza. I’m starving and I want to work on the puzzle while we eat.”
He could usually figure out most women, but she always had him trying to keep up. He shook his head and grabbed the pizza box.
They made small talk as they ate pizza and worked the puzzle. She kept glancing at him when she knew he was having trouble finding where a certain piece fit. Then she had take it from him and place it where it belonged. He snorted a few times in exasperation, but didn’t say anything.
After Alex had eaten almost half the pizza, she wiped her mouth and leaned back against the couch. “I’m stuffed.”
He smiled at her, “I still don’t know where you put all that food.” He had eaten only two slices himself.
She was shaking her head as she looked up at him, “You are just like my nephew.” She lifted her hand to his face placing her thumb at his chin and she wiped off some pizza sauce. “Just a little…”
His heart thundered in his ears as their eyes locked. She felt a shiver run through her body. She swallowed hard as their mouths moved closer and closer. She parted her lips just barely.
Bobby’s mind was moving in a thousand different directions. I can’t be what she needs. She deserves better. He stood abruptly. “It’s nine o’clock. I have to call…my mom. She’s expecting my call.”
When he looked up meeting her eyes, she looked lost and every bit of disappointed. Don’t look at me like that. Please… He rubbed the back of his neck and moved down the hall toward the bedroom. He wasn’t lying about his mother, but it was an easy excuse. He knew that he had missed calls to her before without consequence. His mom wouldn’t understand, but with his work, that was how his life was sometimes. Why couldn't he have let this be one of those times?
He leaned against his bedroom door. He wanted to race back out to Alex and kiss her within an inch of her life, but he was sure she’d regret it in the morning. They were partners. There were certain lines you just did not cross.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Why was this so difficult? Why did he have to make this harder than it was? He wanted to kiss her. She could feel that. Hell! She could almost taste it. She stood slowly and cleaned up the remnants of their dinner, storing the few left over slices in the fridge for breakfast.
She glanced toward his bedroom and sighed. She could hear his voice through the closed door. She knew he had not made up a story. His mother was his entire world outside of being a detective. She slid off her dress pants and curled up on one end of the couch, pulling the blanket he had set out for her up to her chin. It smelled like him.
She tried to just make her mind go blank and sleep, but it refused to cooperate. She reached for the remote and turned the television on. The only thing half-way decent that was on was old reruns of NYPD Blue. She grew increasingly frustrated with the plots and the inconsistencies of the dramatized police procedural. It’s just a show, Eames. Calm down.
She kept glancing at the clock. 9:24…9:44…10:02…10:16…10:34…10:59…11:15. She rolled her eyes and finally turned off the television. “David Caruso stinks…” She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
A few minutes later, she gave up and pushed herself from the couch. She thought she would just poke her head in his room and see if he was still awake, then she could say good night.
She paused at his door, listening for signs of life. Hearing none, she twisted the door knob and slipped inside. There he lay with a book across his chest sound asleep. She moved slowly to the bed and took the book from his chest. Marking his place, she laid it on the nightstand.
Turning off the lamp, she ran her fingers through his hair. She bent slowly and kissed his forehead. He smelled so good. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and get lost in his scent.
She sighed softly and started to head back to her bed for the night: the couch. His hand slipped gently around hers. Her heart skipped a beat. “Stay…” she heard him whisper.
She turned slowly as he sat up. He held on to her hand as he pulled her between his parted legs. He looked up at her, with only light from outside his window illuminating them. He met her eyes, “What are you doing in here?”
She swallowed hard. “I just came to say goodnight. I didn’t mean to wake you…” She was not sure if she actually spoke the words aloud.
Moving his hands to her hips he said, “I’m glad you did.”
She licked her lips and whispered, “Yeah? How come…?”
“To finish what we started…” Even in his dreams, he could not escape the memories of her warm breath on his face; his lips so close to hers. He moved his hands slowly down to her bottom and pulled her closer. He placed a kiss on her stomach.
She sucked in a breath. “Bobby…”
His hand moved lower still, down her thighs till he found the hem of the T-shirt. His hands moved under the shirt, stroking her soft skin. Feeling her flesh rise with goose bumps, he whispered, "You cold?” When she shook her head no, he stood. “Good.”
His mouth finally met hers. He started slow and tender, but he was not able to hold back for long. He crushed her small frame against his and let one hand tangle in her hair. She whimpered as their tongues touched for the first time. Then they tangled in a loving embrace.
Her arms moved up and around his neck. One of his hands moved down, cupping her ass. His touch was soft and hot. He possessed her in that very moment, and they both knew it.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he whispered, “Want. You. Need. You.” Every word was punctuated with a kiss along her jaw line. “Please stay…” he softly begged.
Breaking their embrace, she saw the fear in his eyes. “Get into bed, Bobby.”
Confused but completely trusting her, he did as she requested. He then watched, captivated, as she removed her shirt along with her pink silk panties.
His trembling hands met her as she slipped under the covers with him. He drew her close until there was no space between them. His voice was husky in her ear as he murmured her name, “Alex…”
She moved her mouth over his softly. Pulling back, she met his eyes, “Make love to me…” She reached into the nightstand drawer in hopes that his stash of condoms were in the same place as hers. Her fingers found a familiar foil wrapper and she pulled it out, handing it to him.
He rolled her onto her back and slowly they gave themselves to each other; heart and soul. In the blissful hours that followed he forgot where he ended and she began. He pleasured her body with his lips, tongue, teeth, and hands before consuming her with his soul.
Hours later, Alex lay on her side, her head resting on Bobby’s arm. His fingers traced the notches in her spine in a soft caress. She sighed softly. “Bobby…”
His fingers stilled and he replied, “Hmmm?” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“What do you really think of…about the Captain leaving?” She turned slowly to face him.
He stroked her cheek. “He’s really leaving, Alex.” He kissed her forehead and then her mouth. “There’s nothing we can do to change his mind.” Change in Robert Goren’s life usually meant something bad, but this time it led to something good. Them…together. “What I’m more worried about is our new captain…”
Alex closed her eyes. “Yeah…” She ran her hand along his hip and he smiled. She moved lower.
He sucked in a breath when she made contact with his rising enthusiasm. “Again?” he teased before pulling her mouth to his and moving her on top. He reached blindly for another condom. For once, he was not one to argue.
She bent, kissing him hard and deep. Sleep was not on the agenda, not for another hour at least.
A/N: Kathryn Erbe and David Caruso played opposite each other in the movie Kiss of Death. If you are a KE fan, watch just to see her. The movie also starred Nicholas Cage and Samuel L. Jackson…but it wasn’t a real keeper to me. Erbe is excellent as always
Author: untapdtreasure
Summary: He swore they’d been through this already. This constant up and down. He knew he’d sat in this same chair. Held her hand. Why was this happening to them…again?
Pairing: Bobby Goren/ Alex Eames
Spoilers: Anything up to Endgame
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own them or anything really.
deja vu:
00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06
& & & & & & &
Chapter 2
Their mouths inched closer and closer. Bobby held his breath in anticipation. He looked longingly at her semi-parted lips.
Alex closed her eyes as the pounding of her heart grew louder and louder. She could not concentrate on anything but his lips moving closer and closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.
Just before their lips met there was a knock at the door. Bobby groaned. “The pizza, I assume…”
She slowly opened her eyes, swallowing hard. “I didn't hear anything...,” she whispered, lying desperate to keep him this close to her. She did not want this moment to end.
He slowly stood and righted her, his hands lingering on her hips as he met her eyes. “I just have to grab my wallet.” He finally managed to pull himself away from her, but not before a final glance at her intoxicating lips. “Damn pizza guy,” he muttered.
“What was that?” She could still feel his breath on her skin as she moved to the door.
“Nothing,” he called back.
She was certain he had mumbled something about the pizza guy. Wiping the smirk from her face, she opened the door greeting the pizza guy. “Hey…” She pointed toward the bedroom, “My partner is just getting his wallet.”
The pizza guy, somewhere in his twenties, was not ashamed as he looked her up and down. "It'll be twenty-three fifty."
Alex was amused but she kept her composure. "Smells good. Still hot?"
He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." He leaned against the door. "You said your partner... You a cop?"
Alex loved being hit on; not that she would do anything with anyone as young as him, but it was nice to still feel wanted. “Aren’t I a little too old for you?”
He shook his head, “Not with that body…”
Alex snorted, “That ever work for you?”
“You'd be surprised.” The guy smirked. “Look…I get off in about…”
Bobby appeared out of nowhere and thrust thirty dollars in the guy’s hand. “She’s not interested.” He took the box from the guy and shut the door in his face. Bobby then disappeared into the kitchen.
Alex glared at the back of his head. Secretly, she was turned on by his reaction, but she did not want to let on. “Who the hell do you think you are? My father?”
Bobby tossed the box onto the table. “He’s trouble, Eames.”
She huffed, "Aren't all guys in some way or another?" She hid her smirk as she ambled into the kitchen and reached into his cabinet for two glasses.
He turned and looked at her. “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”
She wiped the smile from her face. Bobby was jealous. “Beer or soda?” she asked as she moved toward the refrigerator.
“Soda.” He was studying her.
She could feel his eyes on her so she took her time bending over to get two sodas from the bottom of his fridge. Before standing back up, she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Enjoying the view?” She smirked and stood.
He furrowed his brow, “W-wh-what?” He pushed himself away from the counter, his hand going to the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously out of habit.
“Oh nothing…” She grabbed some napkins and called out, “Grab the pizza. I’m starving and I want to work on the puzzle while we eat.”
He could usually figure out most women, but she always had him trying to keep up. He shook his head and grabbed the pizza box.
They made small talk as they ate pizza and worked the puzzle. She kept glancing at him when she knew he was having trouble finding where a certain piece fit. Then she had take it from him and place it where it belonged. He snorted a few times in exasperation, but didn’t say anything.
After Alex had eaten almost half the pizza, she wiped her mouth and leaned back against the couch. “I’m stuffed.”
He smiled at her, “I still don’t know where you put all that food.” He had eaten only two slices himself.
She was shaking her head as she looked up at him, “You are just like my nephew.” She lifted her hand to his face placing her thumb at his chin and she wiped off some pizza sauce. “Just a little…”
His heart thundered in his ears as their eyes locked. She felt a shiver run through her body. She swallowed hard as their mouths moved closer and closer. She parted her lips just barely.
Bobby’s mind was moving in a thousand different directions. I can’t be what she needs. She deserves better. He stood abruptly. “It’s nine o’clock. I have to call…my mom. She’s expecting my call.”
When he looked up meeting her eyes, she looked lost and every bit of disappointed. Don’t look at me like that. Please… He rubbed the back of his neck and moved down the hall toward the bedroom. He wasn’t lying about his mother, but it was an easy excuse. He knew that he had missed calls to her before without consequence. His mom wouldn’t understand, but with his work, that was how his life was sometimes. Why couldn't he have let this be one of those times?
He leaned against his bedroom door. He wanted to race back out to Alex and kiss her within an inch of her life, but he was sure she’d regret it in the morning. They were partners. There were certain lines you just did not cross.
She sighed and closed her eyes. Why was this so difficult? Why did he have to make this harder than it was? He wanted to kiss her. She could feel that. Hell! She could almost taste it. She stood slowly and cleaned up the remnants of their dinner, storing the few left over slices in the fridge for breakfast.
She glanced toward his bedroom and sighed. She could hear his voice through the closed door. She knew he had not made up a story. His mother was his entire world outside of being a detective. She slid off her dress pants and curled up on one end of the couch, pulling the blanket he had set out for her up to her chin. It smelled like him.
She tried to just make her mind go blank and sleep, but it refused to cooperate. She reached for the remote and turned the television on. The only thing half-way decent that was on was old reruns of NYPD Blue. She grew increasingly frustrated with the plots and the inconsistencies of the dramatized police procedural. It’s just a show, Eames. Calm down.
She kept glancing at the clock. 9:24…9:44…10:02…10:16…10:34…10:59…11:15. She rolled her eyes and finally turned off the television. “David Caruso stinks…” She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
A few minutes later, she gave up and pushed herself from the couch. She thought she would just poke her head in his room and see if he was still awake, then she could say good night.
She paused at his door, listening for signs of life. Hearing none, she twisted the door knob and slipped inside. There he lay with a book across his chest sound asleep. She moved slowly to the bed and took the book from his chest. Marking his place, she laid it on the nightstand.
Turning off the lamp, she ran her fingers through his hair. She bent slowly and kissed his forehead. He smelled so good. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and get lost in his scent.
She sighed softly and started to head back to her bed for the night: the couch. His hand slipped gently around hers. Her heart skipped a beat. “Stay…” she heard him whisper.
She turned slowly as he sat up. He held on to her hand as he pulled her between his parted legs. He looked up at her, with only light from outside his window illuminating them. He met her eyes, “What are you doing in here?”
She swallowed hard. “I just came to say goodnight. I didn’t mean to wake you…” She was not sure if she actually spoke the words aloud.
Moving his hands to her hips he said, “I’m glad you did.”
She licked her lips and whispered, “Yeah? How come…?”
“To finish what we started…” Even in his dreams, he could not escape the memories of her warm breath on his face; his lips so close to hers. He moved his hands slowly down to her bottom and pulled her closer. He placed a kiss on her stomach.
She sucked in a breath. “Bobby…”
His hand moved lower still, down her thighs till he found the hem of the T-shirt. His hands moved under the shirt, stroking her soft skin. Feeling her flesh rise with goose bumps, he whispered, "You cold?” When she shook her head no, he stood. “Good.”
His mouth finally met hers. He started slow and tender, but he was not able to hold back for long. He crushed her small frame against his and let one hand tangle in her hair. She whimpered as their tongues touched for the first time. Then they tangled in a loving embrace.
Her arms moved up and around his neck. One of his hands moved down, cupping her ass. His touch was soft and hot. He possessed her in that very moment, and they both knew it.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he whispered, “Want. You. Need. You.” Every word was punctuated with a kiss along her jaw line. “Please stay…” he softly begged.
Breaking their embrace, she saw the fear in his eyes. “Get into bed, Bobby.”
Confused but completely trusting her, he did as she requested. He then watched, captivated, as she removed her shirt along with her pink silk panties.
His trembling hands met her as she slipped under the covers with him. He drew her close until there was no space between them. His voice was husky in her ear as he murmured her name, “Alex…”
She moved her mouth over his softly. Pulling back, she met his eyes, “Make love to me…” She reached into the nightstand drawer in hopes that his stash of condoms were in the same place as hers. Her fingers found a familiar foil wrapper and she pulled it out, handing it to him.
He rolled her onto her back and slowly they gave themselves to each other; heart and soul. In the blissful hours that followed he forgot where he ended and she began. He pleasured her body with his lips, tongue, teeth, and hands before consuming her with his soul.
Hours later, Alex lay on her side, her head resting on Bobby’s arm. His fingers traced the notches in her spine in a soft caress. She sighed softly. “Bobby…”
His fingers stilled and he replied, “Hmmm?” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
“What do you really think of…about the Captain leaving?” She turned slowly to face him.
He stroked her cheek. “He’s really leaving, Alex.” He kissed her forehead and then her mouth. “There’s nothing we can do to change his mind.” Change in Robert Goren’s life usually meant something bad, but this time it led to something good. Them…together. “What I’m more worried about is our new captain…”
Alex closed her eyes. “Yeah…” She ran her hand along his hip and he smiled. She moved lower.
He sucked in a breath when she made contact with his rising enthusiasm. “Again?” he teased before pulling her mouth to his and moving her on top. He reached blindly for another condom. For once, he was not one to argue.
She bent, kissing him hard and deep. Sleep was not on the agenda, not for another hour at least.
A/N: Kathryn Erbe and David Caruso played opposite each other in the movie Kiss of Death. If you are a KE fan, watch just to see her. The movie also starred Nicholas Cage and Samuel L. Jackson…but it wasn’t a real keeper to me. Erbe is excellent as always