Title: Stay
Author: Debb
Rating: NC-17
Show/Pairing: LOCI Bobby/Alex
Synopsis: Alex's late night thoughts and encounters.
Disclaimer: Sue me! It's not like I have any money. I'd probably be flattered if anyone connected to the show ever read this.
Thanks to Kara for beta-reading, I do appreciate it.



She really shouldn't stay. This was supposed to be just sex.

Only, afterwards he'd spend an hour touching her. Exploring her body; looking over every square inch of her as though he were trying to memorize her.

They weren't supposed to get emotionally involved. They weren't involved. He didn't want to have to be more happy, or more normal, or worry about whether he was coming across as too intense.

She didn't want to deal with his family. His job, his love life, dreams, fears... those were things he talked about to his partner. Even if you didn't like your partner, he became your best friend, and she loved Bobby. Over-active, hyper focused, too smart Bobby, with his hundreds of hobbies and all of his weird friends.

Today had been hard on him. The nutcases always were. His worst fear was going crazy. Every encounter with schizophrenia or extreme paranoia just brought home to him that you didn't have to be born crazy to be a danger to the people around you. The people you loved.

She loved him. She loved sleeping with him, but she didn't want to be in love with him.

She reached over to smooth away the lines on his forehead. He stirred, hand sliding over her ribs to her belly as he rolled over to look at her.

"Hi," he said sleepily.

"Hi, yourself," she murmured, scooting in closer and inhaling deeply. God, she loved his scent. Even when he needed a shower he smelled good. Her hip slid under his hand as she moved, and she wriggled until it rested comfortably on her rear. He squeezed gently, pressing himself against her so he could admire her naked backside. He settled down again, smiling.

Alex smiled back, that serene, satisfied, "I know I'm sexy and you're luckyyou get to look at me" smile that turned him on so much, and it worked like a charm. She rubbed her leg slowly against his groin, and he tightened his hand on her ass again, pulling her toward him. He slid the hand down to her thigh, spreading her legs and rolling so that he was settled between them, head on a level to nibble her breasts, belly wet with her response.

Alex sighed her pleasure, hands roaming through his hair and down across his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting him inside of her. He kissed her neck, shook his head. He wasn't ready yet. He wanted to watch her, smell her, get so caught up in her response he couldn't contain himself any longer and he had to fuck her. "Bobby," she whispered, hating the wait, loving it, needing it; that knowledge that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

"Not yet..." the husky reply. He knew. He understood. He wasn't ready. "Soon," he promised. A barely audible murmur against her neck. He drew himself up to touch his mouth to hers.

She pushed her tongue against his, tasting, caressing, moaning as his hand found its way between them, fingers sliding inside of her. Her eyes closed reflexively and she arched toward him, gasping, crying out as he explored her. She shuddered as he left her, his hand wet and slick where he gripped her, spreading her thighs further and rubbing his erection against her; teasing. "Alex," he breathed into her skin.

She groaned as he ground his hips into hers. He was close, so close to just being inside her. She opened her eyes, meeting that so-intense gaze and drowning in it. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think... "I want you," she whispered, and his eyes widened with desire. "Fuck me, Bobby. Now."

He heard the frustration, looking down at her flushed, aroused, beautiful body. Waiting for him. He raised his hips, slowly working the thick, hot, hard length of himself into her, filling her, fulfilling her and she cried out in ecstasy with every thrust. He moaned into her hair, weight on one elbow, free hand sliding over breasts and belly to her hip to feel the little corresponding thrusts as she strove for deeper contact.

"Oh, god, Bobby," she cried. Her hands roamed his chest, teasing his nipples. She kissed his shoulders, his neck - sucking, biting... she was leaving marks and she didn't care. She drank in the sound of him, the little grunts and moans, and the feel of his weight on top of her, his cock thick and hot and solid inside of her - moving, always moving with that sweet, slow, torturous rhythm winding the tension in her groin tighter and tighter until she thought she couldn't wait any longer. Then he was there, three hard, erratic thrusts, crying out as they climaxed together.

She clung to him, panting, heart pounding, and he relaxed on top of her, sweating and heavy and warm.

They lay tangled together until her need for oxygen overrode her desire to have him close, and she pushed him off to lay against her side. She breathed in his scent. Sweat and passion, and the constant, underlying smell of his skin.

He stroked her hair, half asleep again. She sighed. She knew what was coming. He always asked.

"Stay," came the familiar, whispered request.

She shouldn't stay.

She would. She always did.

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