Title: Couch Potatoes
Characters: Goren, Eames
Rating: T
Reviews welcome.
It was already late when Bobby Goren picked up dinner to bring over to his partner's after work on a Friday night. Homemade lasagna from Mama DeAngelo's. Plus a baby greens salad and cannoli for dessert.
He knocked on Alex' door. When she opened it, they stared at each other for a split second, before they burst out laughing.
"This is really bad, Goren," snickered Eames, "Now we are dressing alike."
They both wore navy sweat pants and a grey NYPD t-shirt.
"I…I prefer to see it as great minds thinking alike," chuckled her partner, "And since these clothes are owned by nearly every member of the NYPD, it's statistically probable that we would wear them simultaneously."
Alex Eames just rolled her eyes. Leave it to Bobby to turn it into a math problem.
The hungry pair dug into the piping hot lasagna. It was delicious! Mama DeAngelo never disappointed. They chatted about their current case, which was coming along nicely. Shared some red wine. Then they curled up on Alex' sofa together to watch Jeopardy!™ on the Game Show channel.
"Hey, that's Ken Jennings! Wasn't he on for like a million shows?" asked Alex.
"Only uh…seventy five," replied Bobby.
"They're not gonna show all of them now, are they?"
"Nah…only a couple of shows."
"Then we can watch The Bridges of Madison County?" grinned Alex.
"Yeah," sighed Bobby. He had agreed to the chick flick, there was no backing out now.
"Oh, come on," teased Alex, "It's better than those blow-'em-up movies, like that one where the guy turns into a giant bug. Yuck! Gross!"
"The uh..alien bug? In Men in Black? That was so cool, I love that movie!"
"Well, they won't be blowing up anything in Madison County," smirked Alex.
What's wrong with Clint Eastwood? He's in a movie and he didn't blow up a thing. Pathetic.
By the time Madison County came on, Alex and Bobby were stretched out across the sofa. Bobby laying on his side with his back against the back of the sofa; Alex on her side in right front of him. If they were chilly, they could pull the afghan off the back of the sofa.
All the lights were off, the television screen casting the only light in the room. Bobby figured he could doze off and Alex wouldn't even notice. And he'd still be cuddled up with Alex, he grinned to himself.
Several hours later.
The room was in complete darkness. No light at all, not even the TV. Alex lay there, just slightly on the edge of consciousness. I was on the sofa with Bobby watching TV. Now it's dark. I must have fallen asleep. Bobby must have turned off the set. She knew that Bobby was still there, because she was aware of his scent. She gradually became aware of her body. She was not laying on her side anymore. And she was not laying on the sofa cushions. She was laying on top of Bobby! He was on his back on the sofa and she was laying on top of him. Her left hand was on his right shoulder. Her right hand tucked between his left side and his arm. Her left cheek was on his chest. She could hear his heart beat. His hands were laced together across the small of her back. She could feel them. The afghan was covering them. She was warm and toasty. And bewildered. How did we get into this position? Did we…uh…? God, I hope I would have at least remembered if we did that. She could feel that she was still wearing her t-shirt and sweat pants. Bobby was clothed also. No, I guess we didn't. Alex was almost disappointed.
Now what do I do? Stay here? Get up and go to bed? She sighed softly.
Bobby felt her move slightly.
"You OK?" he whispered.
"Uh…yeah," Alex whispered back, "Bobby, how did we get in this position?"
"On your sofa?"
"Me laying on top of you."
"You fell asleep and nearly rolled off the sofa. I didn't want you to hit your head on the coffee table. Just keeping you safe."
When he says it, it makes perfect sense. So thoughtful. Taking care of me.
"Comfy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Too early to get up… g'back to sleep, Alex… OK?"
"Mmmm…."
Then Bobby placed a soft kiss on top of her head. Sighed. Shifted himself slightly. She felt him relax.
Ohmigod…Bobby just kissed me on top of my head. Jeez… How am I supposed to sleep now? And on top of him no less.
She layed there quietly for a few moments. Breathing in Bobby-scent.
God, he smells so good. Well, two can play this game.
Alex lifted her head slightly and placed a kiss on Bobby's chest right over his heart. Then she put her head back down, snuggled into his embrace, closed her eyes, and smiled to herself.
If it hadn't been dark and if Alex had looked, she would have seen the ear-to-ear grin on Bobby's face.
Thank you, Alex. We're going to have to talk about this in the morning. Maybe more than talk. A man can hope.
They both closed their eyes and went back to sleep.
FIN.