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Bobby strained against her hands, seeking to close the distance between them, but she held him down, her tongue flicking out to taste his lips. From the look in his eyes, she could almost believe that really wanted her - her, Alex, not just a warm body to fill. Lips parted, she leaned down and granted him his kiss, her tongue exploring the mysteries of his mouth, while his went on a similar journey. Throwing one leg over his, she straddled him, feeling the velvet hardness of him press against the inside of her thigh.

The ache started low in her belly, but quickly spread outward, until the touch of his flesh was all she could think about. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, ignoring the pressure, the slight pain, the mild discomfort. Those would pass. She concentrated on the feeling of him sliding inside her, filling her. His hands grabbed her hips as if to stop her and a growl of frustration rose up in her throat. Bobby broke their kiss and stared at her.

�Did you just ... growl at me?� Alex felt the heat burn across her bare skin; her cheeks, her neck, the tops of her breasts, and she averted her eyes.

�I thought you were going to push me away.�

�Actually, I was trying to resist pulling you closer.� Surprised, she glanced back at him and was caught in his eyes. If that was how he looked at all his lovers, it was no wonder he was considered such a ladies' man. Bathed in his gaze, she felt beautiful, sexy, wanted, worshipped and adored. If she hadn�t see him give similar tender looks to suspects during the course of their �games�, she might have fooled herself into believing it was real. The pain in her chest screamed that it was too late, at least a part of her was fooled, but she ignored it.

�Don�t resist,� she whispered. He smiled at her, that shy, boyish grin that she first fell in love with years ago.

�You�re not going to growl at me if I try to kiss you?�

�No, but I might bite you if you don�t,� she replied with a grin. He gave a bark of laughter and wrapped his arms around her.

�Who knew my quiet little Eames was such a wildcat?� Alex stared at the wall over his shoulder as he began to kiss her collarbone again. ... my Eames ... Not my Alex, but it was a start. Holding her tight, he twisted around and lowered her onto the bed. Slowly, almost ... too ... damn ... slowly, he began to ease the rest of the way inside her. A light sweat had broken out on her body as she gripped the blanket in her fists, trying to be patient, trying to let him do this at his own pace, but she wanted that feeling of completeness again, she needed to feel whole. He seemed to hesitate and she raised her hips up off the bed, taking that last inch of him into herself.

She sank back against the mattress, bringing him down with her, but then he started to withdraw. Her legs locked around him, holding him in place.

"Wait, please," she gasped.

"What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" She shook her head, trying to decide how to answer.

"Nothing's wrong," she said. Everything's perfect. She couldn't say that, though, because if he knew she was making more of this than she should, he would get all tense and uncomfortable again, or else feel obliged to reciprocate, and it was hard enough knowing he was only faking wanting to be with her - she couldn't stand the thought of him faking love, too. "I just need a moment." He stared down at her, waiting. She couldn't look at him, couldn't stand to see the softness, the gently burning desire in his eyes, and know that it wasn't real. She raised herself up and wrapped her arms around his strong back, nestling her cheek into the hollow of his neck. Touching him felt so good, and she didn't think it had anything to do with the incubus.

She closed her eyes, not to escape, but to remember, to hold onto that moment, to never forget. Right then, she would have given almost anything to stop time, to never let go, to have him forever be what he meant to her at that moment. She felt him take a long, slow breath, then his arms encircled her, one hand stroking her hair.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She swallowed hard, nodded, and then said,

"I'm sure." With great effort, she relaxed her hold enough to look up at him. "I'm ready now." He didn't respond, just kept looking at her with those damned loving eyes, those lying eyes. She deserved this, of course, deserved every bit of the pain she felt. She had asked him to pretend, after all. She just hadn't expected him to be so damn good at it. She lifted her head and kissed him, gently at first, almost chastely, but then his hands rose up to capture her face and she found herself devoured by a kiss of such fierce, burning passion that she was left breathless and lightheaded. "Where ... did you ... learn ... that?" she panted, reaching up to touch her lips with the tips of her fingers. They were all hot and tingly.

"You don't want to know," he said with a slight smirk. "Let's just say it involves the Munich police, several counts of public indecency, and a lot of beer."

"Robert Goren," she said, laughing, "I don't believe you." He leaned into her and whispered in her ear in German. "Don't do that - you know I don't understand a word you said." He just smiled and gently lowered her to the bed again. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" Still smiling, he began to rock his hips forward, just a small movement, but suddenly, finding a German to English dictionary was the last thing on her mind.

In retaliation, she stretched up and drew his earlobe into her mouth, working the soft, slight salty flesh with her tongue and teeth. The low, almost pornographic moan that issued from him sent a thrill of pleasure through her. His words rolled over her skin like distant thunder when he spoke.

"You keep doing that and I'm going to lose it," he rumbled, his voice strained.

"That's kind of the idea," she murmured in his ear, lightly running her fingernails down his chest. He tensed, drawing a hissing breath in between his teeth as she grazed his nipples. Slowly, deliberately, she did it again, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head until only a sliver of white showed. He groaned and grabbed her wrists in his big hands, forcing her arms up above her head. She tried to pull free, testing him, and he pinned both her wrists to the cot with one hand. With the other, he dragged his fingertips over her face, her lips, down her throat, over her breast. She arched her back, trying to press herself against him, but he pulled back, continuing to tease her with his fleeting caress. She struggled a little harder, but he didn't let go. "I guess somebody should have brought their handcuffs," she gasped, falling back against the mattress.

�They chafe,� he said, stone-faced, giving her the old indecipherable Goren look.

�It�s too bad you didn�t wear a tie, then.�

�Yeah.� Maybe next time. Her breath caught in her throat as the thought ran through her mind. But there would be no next time. And yet, she could have sworn she saw the same second of inspiration, longing and then sadness flash in his dark eyes. Apparently tired of his game, he shifted position, bracing himself as he began to move above her. She shuddered, fighting against herself this time, fighting to suppress the sensations that flashed behind her eyes in Technicolor. She had to hold on, she had to resist, until he was too far gone to come back as well, until he had to finish it. A small sound rose up in her throat, but she bit it back. �My quiet little Eames,� Bobby said softly, �silent as the dead. Why don�t you give in, let it out?�

�Make me,� she gasped, both a challenge and a plea. He arched one eyebrow, a dangerous glint in his eye, a glimpse of what 'bad boy Bobby Goren' must have been like, and then he made her, drawing a strangled cry from her lips with one swift, deep stroke, bringing her to that edge where pleasure almost became pain, and pain, pleasure. He brought his face down within an inch of hers, teasing, tasting her lips, and drinking in the little whimpers she couldn't hold back as he thrust into her again, and again.

She was riding the fringe of her orgasm, fighting to hold it at bay, and struggling to free her hands from his strong grasp. She needed to touch him, to pull him to her, to feel the weight of his body on hers, but he remained above her, still so very far away, still holding back, still resisting.

Her body tensed and she could fight no longer. She cried out, not even recognizing her own voice as it echoed from the bare walls, his name pouring from her lips. Waves of exquisite pleasure rolled over her like the surf of some tropical sea, warm, wet, drowning her in a moment of complete abandon. The sea lifted her, leaving her floating as the waves rolled slowly away, her muscles relaxing. Through the haze that clouded her vision and gave the world a soft glow, she looked up at Bobby and saw him smile, just a slight curve of his lips, at once content, and a little sad. He let go of her hands, but she didn't have the will to move them, not until he started to leave. She grabbed him by the arms.

"No, please don't stop," she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulders.

"I - I can't - " He started to withdraw, but she surprised him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him back. A strangled gasp escaped him and he looked down at her in confusion. "Why - ?"

"I want to do this right," she said, wishing she could just tell him the truth. She wanted to feel him come inside her, to hold him as he found his release, to hear him scream her name. Wasn't going to happen, but a girl could hope. "I want nothing to be left unfinished between us." He looked skeptical. "You're looking forward to that aneurysm, I take it?"

"Are those your only reasons? My health and so you can ... dot your i's and cross your t's?"

"Maybe - maybe I'm not ready to let go yet." It was as close to the truth as she could come without risking what little stability they had managed to find. "Come on, hurry up before the afterglow wears off and I change my mind." He stared down at her, his eyes distant, then shook his head and reached behind himself to unlock her ankles from around his waist. She groaned as he stepped away from her. Lying back on the cot, she listened to the still rapid beat of her heart, the glow fading, leaving her feeling chilled, alone and empty. She could feel the tears coming, like a distant train, but she just lay there on the tracks and waited.

Bobby suddenly appeared at her side again, still nude, and she looked up at him, her mind turning slowly. It took a minute for the expression on his face to register, and then she saw the worry, the indecision, the hope and fear in his eyes. She started to ask what was wrong, but then she saw that he had something in his hand. She swallowed hard. It was a condom.

�I - I thought ... if you�re - you�re sure ...� She nodded slowly, trying to find her voice.

�Good thinking,� she whispered, then louder, said, �Do you always carry protection with you?�

�Old habit,� he said, turning his back as he tore the foil package open. �When I was in the service, I went though a lot of these. Not now, though, not for years.� She was only half paying attention to what he was saying, being far more interested in the thought of what he was doing. She was tempted to step up behind him, wrap her arms around his waist and help, but she had the feeling that such �help� would probably negate the necessity of the condom all together, and she didn�t want that. As tightly wound as he was, it wasn�t going to take long, but she wanted him inside her for as long as it took.

He was still standing with his back to her, his head bowed, arms hanging limp at his sides - very strange for such a usually animated man. She just watched him for a moment, waiting, hoping to be struck with the answer, to finally understand what was eating him, why this was so hard.

�Need some help over there?� she asked, making him flinch even though she�d spoken softly. With that slow, fluid grace he so often kept hidden, he moved to the edge of the bed and sat, his face more earnest and serious than she�d ever seen it.

�Are you sure, really sure, Alex? I - I don�t want you to agree to this, just - just because ...� He trailed off as she sat up, shaking her head.

�I don�t feel sorry for you, and I don�t feel obliged, or responsible, or guilty. I love you, Bobby - you�re my best friend, and while that would otherwise keep us from doing this, since we don�t have a choice, I figure why make it harder than it has to be? We�re only human, after all.�

�Only human,� he repeated, but she could tell he was a million miles away, his thoughts wandering a path she couldn�t begin to follow. He came back with a snap, giving her a small, boyish smile. �Best friends, huh?�

�Always,� she swore, smiling back. He reached out and caressed her face, his fingers warm on her cheek, and her heart leaped at his touch. She closed her eyes, ignoring the flutter in her stomach, as she did all the incubus�s antics. But it wasn�t the incubus. She looked up at him, numbed by the realization. Nothing passed between them but the heat of their bodies, the scent of their sweat, the sound of their breathing. He stirred feelings within her that she had been solely blaming on the curse. Now, she wondered how much of it had been magick, and how much was real.

He leaned into her, his kiss deep, hungry, desperate, and she pulled him down on top of her, into her arms, against her body, holding him as if he might slip away if she let go for even a second. He eased himself inside, and she readied herself for a quick, urgent coupling, like a rutting buck at his complacent doe, but he moved gently, slowly, reviving her spent body and quickly drawing her back toward that edge from which she had so recently taken flight. She hadn't thought it possible to climax again so soon, but that just proved she wasn't getting it enough. It had been ... Oh, never mind, it was too depressing to think about. And she certainly wasn't wanting for attention now.

He sped up, driving into her faster, harder, deeper, and she cried out, her muscles tightening around the solid length of him as the first peal of silent thunder racked her body. She felt him tense, his breath ragged against her cheek, and time seemed to stop as the world blurred, everything fading away but the sound of his voice, rough, heavy, rolling through his chest.

"Oh, Alex," he moaned, "Oh, Alexandra!"
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