Summary: Some challenges are fun to overcome

Authors notes: This is my answer to a challenge fic I was given. The elements are listed at the end of the story. Thanks as always to the psychotic poet Jewel for everything that's right in the world, to Rose for getting the whip out and making me finish it, to Lisa for keeping me stationary long enough to do it, to Ally for encouraging me to stretch my neck out and write this, and of course Grace-Ann Furness for all the laughs along the way.

Feedback: um I think I want it ;-) ok yeah I'm a big girl, tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: If they were mine I'm sure they'd be a lot happier than they are now.

It's the middle of a long, hot, energy draining summer. Having left the office early for the day, Bobby is working from home, dictating instructions into a tape recorder. He hears the apartment door open and close, shortly followed by a heavy thud thud. Lindsay's home, and if the flinging of her shoes is anything to go by, it hasn't been a good day. He leans back in his chair, a slow smile spreading over his face as he waits for her to appear. Impatience has almost set in when she finally comes into his line of sight. He works hard and controls his urge to laugh at her appearance. In a calm voice, which belies his true feelings, he asks "Should I be concerned about who you rode up in the elevator with?"

The surprise of hearing his voice in what she'd assumed was an empty apartment makes Lindsay, much to Bobby's pleasure, almost jump out of her skin. "God Bobby you scared me! What are you doing home?" she asks walking towards him.

"You haven't answered my question," he replies with a grin.

Lindsay smiles thinking about the vision she's presenting him with; flushed face, bare foot, panty hose in her hand, shirt untucked and hanging open. She hadn't expected him to be home and has been preparing herself for a shower from the moment she shut the front door. "For your information I was alone in the elevator" she informs him curtly. As delight spreads across his face she shakes her head realizing her mistake. Bobby is not a good poker player and his ribald thoughts are exceedingly clear. Before he has time to make a comment she tersely says, "Bobby shut-up!" His face displays a look of pure innocence. She doesn't believe it for a second.

She leans against his desk and takes a long drink from the glass of iced water she finds there. "You going to answer my question now?" she asks.

He shakes his head at her. "You told me to shut up." He pouts and she stares at him warningly until he grins and says, "The air conditioning in the building shut down. The conditions weren't exactly conducive to working."

Lindsay pulls a disgusted face at the thought of it and then moans "I'm so hot."

Bobby laughingly says, "No kidding!"

He slides his hands over her shoulders drawing her shirt down her arms and off. It falls softly to the floor unnoticed, their attention is centered on the actions of his inquisitive hands.

Lindsay giggles and playfully knocks his hands away saying, "You know that's not what I meant."

He's set on a task though and chooses to ignore her. His fingers reach for the clasp of her bra and in a move that pleases him greatly he manages to undo it first try.

"Bobby" she sighs less than encouragingly.

This is certainly not what she had in mind as she dragged herself home. All she wanted was to cool herself down but Bobby is having the exact opposite effect on her. He pulls her closer to him, until she's straddling him on the chair, and runs his hands along her bare back. She watches his eyes roaming over her and when they rise to meet hers she leans in and kisses him. Whether she wants to or not she can never resist him when she finds herself this close.

Lindsay's mind wars with her body. Her mind telling her she's tired of the heat and doesn't want to feel hot any more, while her body delights in the additional heat now coursing through it. As she kisses him her hands and body drape over him seeking more. When her chest meets his she realizes for the first time he too is shirtless and chastises herself for not having noticed that sooner.

She loves the feel of him against her; the soft yet rough feel of his hair against her skin. His hands warm and strong holding and molding her. His whole body surrounding her, protecting her, loving her. She knows she could quite happily live the rest of her life in his arms. She laughs at the image of them locked in an eternal embrace and the impracticality of such a circumstance. Lindsay hears a mumbled "what" from the mouth nibbling at her collarbone and chides herself for letting her mind wander instead of her hands.

Pulling back, smiling at his curious eyes, she shakes her head. Running her hands through his hair she says, "It's nothing" then leans in to kiss him before he can debate it further. Preferring Bobby put his mouth to a much better use than a discussion of her irrational, end of a weary day, thoughts.

As pleased as Bobby is to be kissing her he'd like to know what she was thinking, especially as he suspects she was laughing at his expense. He pulls away from her lips and zeroes in on her neck. Lindsay throws her head back in pleasure, elongating her neck, offering it all to him. Bobby allows her to lose herself in the sensation momentarily. When he's sure he has her exactly where he wants her, he pulls away, eliciting a breathy sigh of despair from Lindsay. While staring intently into her eyes he says "Tell me what you were thinking?"

Lindsay lets out a puff of air in frustration. Knowing she won't get another thing out of him without giving him some kind of answer, she decides to tell him everything she was thinking as she made her way home. "I hate hot weather ... I'm sick of summer ... I can't do this any more ... I want to leave ... I want to get out of the city ... People just don't care any more. There's no courtesy, no consideration and I swear Bobby, if one more person bumps into me like I'm a ... a ... a bowling pin, and then just walks off without saying anything, I'm going to..."

With a full head of frustration Lindsay isn't too sure exactly what she's going to do. Her arms wave around as she tries to determine her course of action. Her motions causing her body to move in what Bobby finds a very tantalizing manner. When Lindsay notices his 'distraction' she stops her movements and places her hands firmly on her hips. Sitting half naked on his lap this pose doesn't have anything like the desired censuring effect. He is in no way chastened. She stares at him with an expression of disgust until he raises his eyes to again look into hers. She finds it hard to keep a straight face when witness to the delighted expression on his but she's stubborn too and doesn't relent.

"If you're the pin Linds can I be the ball because I'd sure like to bowl you over" Bobby says. Luckily for him he says this with such an idiotic grin on his face Lindsay is left in no doubt that the line was deliberately pathetic. She answers him with an eye roll before reaching towards his desk. Bobby, delighted, watches her body stretch and strain in her attempt to reach the desk. His delight quickly turns to concern when she straightens up and he can see a stapler in her hand. Somewhat nervously he asks, "What are you going to do with that?"

With a deathly serious look on her face she says "Staple your mouth shut before you say something that makes me regret marrying you."

Bobby wiggles around under her and cockily asks, "Could you ever really regret this?"

She shakes her head, finally giving in to her need to laugh.

Pleased he kisses her softly, then against her lips says, "But you still want to get away?"

She nods and looks at him with a sad expression.

Bobby takes the stapler from her hand and puts it back on the desk, as far away from her as he can get it. "So where do you want to go?" he asks, thinking they probably should get out of the city for at least a weekend.

"I don't know ... Somewhere cold? ... Alaska maybe."

Bobby's eyes light up. He reaches over to the glass on his desk and captures a cube of ice. "So you want ice."

She watches him nervously. He brings it slowly to her lips but before she can taste it he draws it away again. He teases her like this with the cube hovering just out of reach. Eventually he allows it to touch her lips. Her tongue snakes out and wipes the moisture it leaves there. Her lips seek out the cube and suck more moisture from it and from the fingers that have yet to let it go. She enjoys the cold sensation and expects Bobby to let her have the ice, but he doesn't. Instead he moves it away from her.

"I don't think Alaska is such a good idea" he says.

"You don't?" she giggles, while moving around on him trying to avoid the ice cube with which he's now threatening her. He got the tip of her nose with it before she knew what he was up to and she won't be caught napping again.

"No. You don't seem to like ice after all."

"Well it all depends on what you do with it" she retorts. He just grins and continues his attack on her. "So where do you think we should go then Bobby?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

He runs his eyes over her, his finger following the trail they leave behind as if there was a road map imprinted on her skin. He travels from cheek to neck to collarbone, up and over breast, playing with her nipple before moving across ribs, down, down, circling her belly button and then finally coming to rest at the waistband of her skirt. His fingers play across it, reaching for the zipper and drawing it down, smirking he looks into her eyes and says, "I'm rather partial to heading down south."

"So I've noticed" she answers with a grin.

"You complaining?"

"Not at all!"

He grabs hold of her wrist, drawing her hand away from where it was contentedly running through his hair. He kisses her palm, and then holding her arm firmly with one hand, slowly draws the ice cube up the inside of it with the other. She squirms trying to pull away but to no avail. Her body reacts to the sensation. Goose bumps rising, her whole body tingling with delight, liquefying, she feels as if she is melting right there on his lap.

Lindsay's barely able to keep her eyes open so she can look into his dark delighted gaze. Bobby begins whispering words of devotion in the bedroom voice that always breaks through her last line of defense. His fingers pause at the inside of her elbow drawing ever increasing circles there with the ice as she debates whether to beg him to stop or beg him for more.

It feels so good it's almost too good. She's not sure how much more she can take and still stay in one piece but she isn't willing to have it end just yet. Her senses are too raw, her body too willing to give up the day's frustrations for her to turn away from pleasure now. She gives in to it completely; allowing her body and mind to sink under Bobby's control, her body thrusting and writhing over his. He slowly moves the cube to the outside of her elbow where he begins circling the bone, mimicking the time honored method normally performed by his tongue. Lindsay moans incoherently as she feels her body explode. Her back arches, breasts thrust forward and she throws her head back panting "Oh God oh God oh God!"

Soon sensation returns and she realizes she can no longer feel the ice against her skin. Her head raises in time to see Bobby pop the almost completely melted cube into his mouth. "Maybe you do like ice after all?" he grins. She's unable to compose a witty reply. She's unable to do much of anything. He reaches for her, cupping her cheeks in the palms of his hands, his thumbs lovingly run over the contours of her face.

She leans into his hands and touch. He peppers her face with soft tender kisses. Her lips search out his, wanting more but she always seems one step behind. She can never quite get him where she most wants him. In the end she decides to stop seeking and just take. She relaxes into him, accepting what he's giving, no questions. Her hands play along his sides and back enjoying the silky smooth feel of his skin as his mouth and hands continue to worship her face.

She feels him release his hold on her face, but is so consumed with the sensation of his fleetingly soft kisses and her hands gliding over his skin, that she doesn't take the time to wonder why. An error of judgement his deliberate actions have lulled her into. Her body is humming, her mind attuned only to the feel of him, her logic and reason no longer in use. Bobby loves that she's willing to give herself over like this.

His lips hover near hers; barely touching the corner of her mouth. Offering so much more than he is giving. She wants more. She wants him there. She wants to drink from him, to feel him inside her. She is again about to try to initiate contact when suddenly her body is wracked, nerve endings set alight by an ice cube slowly being drawn down her spine. She gasps, arching her back in a desperate and instinctive bid to avoid the contact. Bobby swoops onto her open mouth, stealing the breath she expelled and plunging furiously in.

One hand rests on the back of her head holding her mouth to his while the other, still cupping the ice, presses into her lower back. Her body writhes in an attempt to get away from the cold but the unbroken connection of their upper bodies and his hand firmly anchoring their hips together makes her attempts futile. The constant cold borders on painful but the friction of their lower bodies rubbing together shoots spasms of pleasure through her. The warring sensations stir her into a fever pitch of emotion and arousal.

When he releases her mouth from his she cries out "Bobby!" He pauses waiting to see if she has anything else to say, but she doesn't, it was merely an emotional proclamation. She reaches out grabbing his face and bringing it firmly back to hers. Again they kiss feverishly. Her hands now desperately hold his face to hers, allowing him to release his hold on her. Lindsay sighs in a mixture of disappointment and relief when his hands, and therefore the ice, lose contact with her skin.

She feels his hands begin to play along her shins. They slowly rise up before coming to rest on her knees. His thumbs tantalizingly circle there, whisper soft but full of purpose. She smiles against his mouth, amused at the contrasting feel of his hands. The one that had held the ice was initially cold and wet until warmed by her own skin, while the other radiated constant heat.

His hands quickly become restless again and begin gliding over her soft skin, from her knees to the tender insides of her thighs. His actions pushing her skirt until it's completely bunched up around her hips. His hands fan out and come to rest on her hips while he turns his attentions to intensifying their kisses.

Their mouths explore while their hips rock and bodies caress. Stroking and molding. Friction and stimulation. The tension and desire for release building, building, building. Bobby pulls away and looks into Lindsay's eyes. She brings her hands to rest on his shoulders. His exert more pressure on her hips as he pushes her up and off him. Her legs shakily find solid ground. He holds her firm steadying her until her hands move from his shoulders to his head. Grasping him she raises his face to look at her. His hands relax their hold and move out from under her skirt. He reaches for the waistband and drags her skirt and underwear down. As she steps out of her clothing his hands run back up her body coming to rest on her waist.

When she's ready he draws her towards him into the V of his legs. He loves the warmth and softness of her body, and with his mouth and hands, he shows her how much he adores her. As his mouth suckles and his hands massage and caress she writhes against him. She appreciates his patience and dedication but she's been well and truly ready almost from their first kiss. She attempts to push away from him but his hold on her is too firm. Her hands seek his and when she finds them she entwines his fingers with hers and draws them away from her body before stepping away from him. He groans when her breast leaves his mouth and his lips hungrily follow her.

"Bobby" she laughs pushing him away again "c'mon it's your turn."

He sits back in the chair and smiles at her "My turn?"

She rests her hands on his knees and leans in to kiss him softly. Kneeling she slides her hand up his thigh and tugs at the leg of his shorts "It's time to get rid of these."

He leans in and kisses her again. She lets him get away with it for a little while but she has a goal in mind and won't allow any further distractions. Pushing against his chest to get his attention she says between kisses "Shorts ... off ... now!"

Bobby grins and gripping her shoulders for support lifts his hips. Lindsay runs her hands along his sides reaching for the waistband of his shorts. She slowly begins to draw them down allowing her fingernails to rake over his skin as she removes the last barrier between them. He hisses and his hips buck in reaction to her touch. Lindsay looks up at him with a grin but continues with the job at hand. His answering look is a mixture of amusement and arousal. She knows that look well. It's the look of a determined promise. Her body immediately responds to it. Her temperature rising, a liquid warmth erupts in a body throbbing in anticipation.

"Get back up here" he says and grinning Lindsay places a languid kiss on his thigh, his abdomen, his chest, his chin and finally his lips. She drinks from them with relish and authority, removing practically all but his last breath. His hands instinctively find their way back to her hips where they rest possessively as their tongues and lips duel furiously.

They break for air and their eyes meet and lock. Lindsay shifts forward and then slowly begins the delicious descent as their bodies meld into one. Stretching she welcomes him in. They pause when their communion is complete to cherish the sensation coursing through them. Her arms move from the stabilizing influence of his shoulders to drape around his neck. She slowly returns her lips to his. Moments before they touch she whispers "I'm home." His hands slowly glide across her back, caressing her and drawing her tighter against him. Skin against skin. Heart to heart.

They kiss once, twice, three times, four, then they begin to move, slowly, ever slowly, touching, exploring, rising, falling, until the intensity builds and their speed increases. Grace and finesse disappear when their bodies take over in a desperate bid for fulfillment.

Faster, harder, seeking pleasure, striving for release.

Tightening, building, exploding, shuddering.

Lindsay collapses boneless against Bobby's chest, riding out the final waves of pleasure. She clings to him, her head resting against his shoulder as she quietly urges him on. He can feel her breath puffing against his cheek as he writhes in release. Emptying into her he feels as if his whole body is being given over. Muscle and bone, heart and soul, hers forever. Numbed and exhausted his head drops back, panting deep reviving breaths. His hands slide from her body and hang down beside him lifeless.

Feeling slowly returns and he considers himself strong enough to again attempt movement. He starts simple though as his nerve endings are still on fire. Finding her legs his hands slowly skim up her body. One plants itself on the center of her back anchoring her to him whilst the other cups the back of her head stroking her hair. He slowly turns to look at her, the beauty and love he sees on her face overwhelms him.

She watches the emotion play over his face and their lips again seek each other out. This time they are slow leisurely kisses, leading nowhere but much treasured nonetheless. Thoroughly sated they share long lingering kisses. Not looking to ignite, merely to enjoy. Neither willing to break their connection and allow this perfect moment to end.

Nothing could make Lindsay give up Bobby's hands, his lips, his warm silky inviting skin, his smell, his taste, his voice offering words of devotion, the feel of him in her and around her. These wonderful elements that make up the very essence of him, that penetrate her mind until nothing else matters but that they are together, that she can hold him and love him. The outside world could end here and now but she wouldn't care as long as she could stay in this moment. This post coital bliss with endorphins coursing through her, her body alight with pure delight. Joy, that's what this moment is and she never wants it to end.

"Me too" she hears Bobby mumble against her mouth. She has no recollection of having spoken aloud but at moments like this, she feels as if she's given him her soul, so she isn't surprised to discover he also knows what's in her heart.

His hands, which had merely been resting on her, seem to gain strength and purpose. They run over her body, taking it all in. She wonders is he cataloguing what's his or checking to see if she's all there. She felt as if she broke into a million pieces at one stage. However now, with his hands wandering over her, she feels them offering her new sensations, new life, making her again whole and strong. They started with her face then traveled to her neck, her shoulders, down her back, over the backs of her legs and up the inside, across her hips, abdomen and ribs until coming to rest against her breasts.

"All present and accounted for?" she asks with a sly grin.

He chuckles in reply. His hands moving to cup her breasts, holding their weight while thumb and forefinger explore. Pinching, tugging, rolling, teasing. He's mesmerized by his ministrations. He slowly raises his eyes to hers and whispers "So beautiful!" The intensity of his gaze reignites the slow burn in her. She floods him with her love. His body seems to grow and loom over her as he straightens his back, sitting up tall and proud and pulling her close. "So beautiful!" He whispers again as their mouths meet.

She feels her body succumb to his again, only this time, sated, they are willing to take it slow and enjoy. They take the time to savor each touch, to play, taste and explore. A nip here, a tease there, a lick and a giggle. Fingers entwined and with arms outstretched to ground them, they wrestle for superiority. The victor being the one who can get to the other's earlobe with their teeth without being caught themselves.

After a narrow miss Lindsay throws her head back emitting a full throated belly laugh that Bobby feels reverberate throughout his body. Bobby, delighted, watches her laugh, and seeing her exposed is about to go in for the kill when a loud click is heard coming from his desk. Lindsay's body immediately tenses as she looks to the desk then back to him. She separates their hands and gives him a quizzical look. His answering one is just as confused. Their eyes scan the desk.

Pens, files, glass of water, stapler, papers, books ... Then they see it.

Lindsay turns to him and nervously asks, "Bobby what we're you doing before I got home?"

With a mischievous look on his face, the likes of which Lindsay knows has melted every woman who's ever encountered it, he states "I was dictating instructions for Lucy."

Lindsay's answering breathless gasp of "Bobby!" is met with a chuckle from him. This soon turns into a groan when she stands up leaving his rejuvenated body feeling somewhat bereft.

With barely a look at him she reaches for the tape recorder and leaves the room. It takes a few seconds and many deep breaths for his body to recover from the sudden loss of her. When composed he stands, prepared to hunt her down.

He finds her in the bedroom, splayed out invitingly on the bed; delight in her eyes, a rewinding tape recorder in her hand and her finger poised enticingly over the play button. Bobby's knees almost buckle at the sight of her and he finds himself reciting as many gruesome cases as he can think of to stop this being over before it even gets started. His body is screaming at him to get over there with her but he doesn't think enough blood is actually getting to his brain to enable it to direct his legs to work. He watches her spellbound, until the click of the tape finishing rewinding and her finger pressing play set him in motion.

In less than five strides he's there and flinging himself onto the most luxurious and soft bedding he has ever encountered. His actions are met with peals of laughter that drown out the bored monotone of his recorded voice. Bobby raises himself up on his elbows easing his weight off the tempting seductress under him. He's about to speak when he hears the sound of their apartment door opening and closing over the sound of his recorded self taking a breath. This is followed shortly by a soft thud thud. They look at each other and with ear splitting grins say in unison "shoes."



The End


So are you wondering what those elements were?
Ok well I'll tell you

Tape recorder
Chair
Road map
Bowling pin
Stapler
So how'd I do? Let me know livvyb_au@yahoo.com