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*Push the door, I'm home at last, and I'm soaking through and through Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue Because you're near me*
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I'm in love.
It's strange, and surprising, and nothing like I thought it would be. But it's real, and it gets worse and worse every day.
Oh, I haven't told him. And I doubt I will anytime soon. There's no great rush. He's happy the way we are, and so am I. It's relaxed. There's no pressure.
Work's the same. Most of my life is exactly like it was a month ago. The only difference is, on late nights when I'm feeling lonely I know exactly what to do now.
"Bobby Hobbes."
I grin every time he answers the phone like that. "What's up, Bobby?"
"Hey, Fawkes." His voice softens in a way I'm sure he doesn't even notice. "You up for some company?"
"Yeah. Got any other plans?"
He chuckles into the phone. "Be there in a few."
And I hang up. Simple as that.
It's what comes next that's the good part. And I can't say for sure what it'll be tonight. Sometimes he comes over with some burgers from a late night place he past, and we talk for a while, and that's it. Sometimes we talk a hell of a lot. Sometimes we hang out. Watch TV, whatever.
Mostly, we end up on the bed. But that's not a bad thing, and I'm not sure from one night to the next what Bobby's going to be like. The first time we did something together, that first night we took the plunge, he was so much more romantic about it than I would have thought. After all his talk about casual sex, all his experience and blas attitude had me thinking he'd be...well, in and out.
But he took it almost too slowly. He knew I hadn't really been with a guy, not in the ultimate sense, anyway. He took his time, made me feel things I've definitely never felt before. I found spots on my body that could just touch that would almost make me come. He took his time preparing me, and by the time he was actually...you know...I was more than ready.
All the nights we've been together since then, I still get chills just thinking about that first time. I hadn't had a clue what to expect, but once it was over I almost felt robbed that no one had done that to me before. Imagine, my body could feel that damned good, that easily, and no one showed me.
No one but Bobby.
And he still shows me. Sometimes he likes to do the slow, romantic thing. More often than not.
Sometimes he goes for the full out, hot and heavy, no playing fuck. I mean, he's nailed me into my mattress and left me absolutely begging for more.
Sometimes he goes dominant. He gets in moods where he doesn't let me say a word or make a move. He's kept me on my back for hours, in control the whole time. Me laying there, this boneless bag of nerves, begging him to keep doing what he's doing, to let me come, to never let it end. Anything.
Funny. I never considered myself anything but fairly vanilla. Never thought I'd go for anything kinky. But the day he showed up with handcuffs...
It's all part of the wonder of my last month. I can't get enough of him, and I never know what's going to happen. Bobby as a lover is the same as Bobby any other time. Unpredictable. He loves pushing the edge, he loves to leave me guessing.
And it's all about him. He does things to me I never thought possible, and he loves doing it. And I love it from him.
We wake up in the morning, get ready for work, take off in the van same as always. But before we get out and set foot in the Agency building, we make that switch. Somehow we go from our quiet, more intimate talk to normal workday partners.
It's just as Bobby said. Nothing's different. Outside of going to bed and getting up in the morning, everything's the same. Depressingly the same. I still get too close to nuts on a regular basis. We still get these cases that almost get us killed. We still bitch and moan and fight with each other.
I'm still trying to find a way out. I want this thing out of my head, and I want to get away from the Agency. I don't want everyone in the world to be head-hunting me. I want rid of Arnaud and the Organization and my water-spitting friend. I want the Chinese government to find another target. I want to live my life without worries and fear of death, the way I used to.
I don't want rid of Bobby, though. And that's the tricky part. If I have my way, they'll find a way to get the gland out and implant it in some willing agent, and my parting with the Agency will be amicable That way at least no bridges would burn between me and my partner.
Truthfully, if Bobby had to choose between me and the Agency, I don't know what he'd do. I asked him once, if the Official was playing dirty would he help me or help him. Bobby had said he'd help me, but that was then. That was hypothetical, and assuming the Official was playing like a bad guy.
If I find some way to get this thing out of me that goes against Agency plans, I'm gonna do it. And I have no idea what Bobby would do.
Stupid to be worried about it, of course. It's a fantasy.
And fortunately, I don't have to be alone at night with my fantasies anymore.
He comes in with a big grin. Empty hands, so no midnight snack. And a glint in his eyes that means we're gonna do more than talk tonight.
He shuts the door behind him and locks it, and immediately takes his jacket off and tosses it over a chair. He's at home here as much as I am these days.
"You know," he says casually before he ever says hello "I figure maybe I oughtta just come back here with you some days. It'll save me gas."
Just like Bobby. He makes my heart leap into my chest and adds a whole new level to this thing between us, and he does it so casually he probably expects me not to notice.
My heart's pounding, and I want to grin like a moron Instead, I stay cool. "If you want. I didn't realize the drive was breaking the bank for you."
I know he appreciates my response. He grins and comes for me. "So what did ya have in mind for tonight, Fawkes?"
"Well, first off..."
His smile takes on a softer edge. There's an affectionate look in his eyes, aimed right at me. "Darien," he corrects himself without a pause.
"That's better. Now. Tonight. Let's see. We could go bowling."
"Bowling?"
"That's right."
"You wanna bowl?"
I laugh.
He grins, knowing what I'm doing. "Normally I'd be all for it, ace. But I think everyone's closed right about now."
"Oh. Well, that doesn't leave much."
"No. It doesn't." He pauses.
I don't say anything.
It gets to be too much for him, like I knew it would. "Come here, smart ass." He grabs my collar and drags me down.
I grin into the kiss, folding him closer to me happily.
He completes the circle, wrapping his arms around me. One hand slips under my shirt and strokes at my back slowly. His hands are cool, but the touch feels good.
I know then. Tonight's going to be slow. Romantic. He's going to take care of me, like he always does.
He backs me towards the bed, and as I fall back onto the mattress, the rest of the world falls away. The Agency, the gland, none of it matters. Arnaud could be sitting a foot away, filming, with Aleonora and the Official in line to buy copies, and I just wouldn't care.
The rest of my life doesn't matter. The rest of my life is simply the break in between nights these days. It's the time I have to spend every day until I can call him up and get him in my arms again.
Jeez. I have it bad. But it's making me happy. Happier than I figured I could be with this gland in my head.
If I'm being honest with myself, it makes me happier than I remember being before the gland.
That scares me a little. Being this happy with a part of my life now will make it hard to leave.
But, like everything else, I'll figure that out when I get to it.
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