Title: Foreplay
Author: Debb
Rating: NC-17
Show/Pairing: LOCI B/A
Synopsis: You asked for it, folks, here you go. Bobby gets a thumpin'.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. At the end of this month, i'll even be living with relatives :).
Thanks go to Kara for the beta read, per usual.


Alex stared him down. Granted, he was a bit taller than her, especially barefooted, but she had a lot of faith in that old saying:

"The bigger they are, Bobby," she said slyly.

He grinned at her, bouncing a few times on the balls of his feet. "We'll see, Alex. Tell me again what I get when I win."

She smiled, stepping forward into him and placing her hands on his chest. "When I win," she said, looking up at him,"I get... what I always get when I win."

He cupped her face in his hands gently. "But you don't always win," he replied softly, leaning down to kiss her.

She pulled back at the last second, knocking him back a few inches with a good, hard shove. "You gotta beat me, partner." She shifted into a fighting stance, left hand tucked under her chin, right hand covering her body, keeping her shoulder between them. He reciprocated, circling to the left.

The next few minutes were about gauging her opponent's skill. Speed, strength, reaction time. Bob and weave, see how he responds. She lashed out suddenly with a roundhouse kick to the chest, her foot connecting with his fist as he blocked, already half turned for a back kick to her belly. She was out of position, but faster than him; the kick connected just hard enough to draw a grunt from her. She responded with a solid side kick to his chest, throwing a wheel kick as soon as her foot touched the floor.

He grabbed her left leg as it impacted his side, holding her within arms reach and pulling her forward by a handful of shirt fabric. He let go long enough to grab her ass, grinding his hips against hers.

"You are so sexy when you sweat," he said huskily.

"You know why I win so often, Bobby?" she breathed into his neck, planting kisses along his jaw. He made an inarticulate noise that she took to be an answer. "There's always... something... standing in your way." She hooked her leg behind his knee and pulled, shoving as his leg collapsed under him. She sat on him as he landed on the floor, winded, and placed her fist playfully on the bridge of his nose. "I win" she said smugly. "You're down, babe."

Bobby nodded. "What are you going to do with me now?" he asked, shifting his hips against her as a suggestion. She looked down at him.

"Well... isn't this an interesting position?" she observed thoughtfully. She maneuvered his shirt off, leaving him bare chested under her hands, then snapped the waistband of his pants teasingly. "What do you want, Bobby?" she asked, leaning close.

His belly tightened between her legs as he chuckled. "Answering that would guarantee you wouldn't do it," he replied. She smiled at him again, pushing his pants down. He lifted his hips to help, then watched avidly as she undressed herself. She stood for a moment in her utilitarian black panties and sports bra, letting him admire her before taking them off. She loved the effect she had on him. The way he looked at her made her feel strong, sexy... powerful.

She straddled him again, bumping against his erection. He made an odd noise, thrusting his hips against her as she ran her hands up his belly to his chest and began stroking his nippels in little circular motions. He returned the favor, cupping her breasts in his hands and massaging gently. She sat back against him, letting him feel her own respose as she rubbed against him, pushing her chest into his hands with a groan as his touch grew firmer. He raised himself on one elbow, dragging her closer and applying his mouth to her nipples, biting and sucking, free hand gripping her hip firmly, pinning her to him. She took pity on him, reaching between her legs to grab his cock. She squeezed gently as he thrust into her hand, then pinned his hips to the floor and lowered herself onto him slowly. She worked her way downward with small, controlled thrusts, revelling in the pain with the pleasure, thick, hard cock forcing its way inside of her, hands on her breasts, belly, thighs, squeezing, stroking, leaving little marks where those long nails dug into her skin. She leaned forward, filled to capacity, and kissed his jaw, his neck, leaving red marks, teeth marks, his little gasps and moans exciting her further. She moved her hips in a jerky circle and he cried out, thrusting against her, wanting deeper inside. She gasped, sat up, rocking, lifting herself up and riding his thrusts back down, faster, harder, rhythm out of synch as he started losing control. His legs jerked, hips thrusting, unsteady, uncontrolled, driving his dick into her and she cried out, her own thrusts urgent, frantic, belly tight, thighs burning with strain. She held it in as long as she could and then let go with a scream as his release filled her, drowning in ecstasy and relief.

She stayed put for awhile, collapsed on top of him, aware of him watching her through an exhausted fog. Her heartbeat slowed, matching his, breathing came easier, and she lifted herself off of him to sprawl on the floor, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love that game," he murmured after awhile.

"You love all games," she observed drily.

"Mmm. You okay?" She smiled up at the ceiling. "Yeah. I'm good." She felt his nod, and her smile widened. She'd pay for this one later, but god damn, it was worth it.

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