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Title: This Way
Author: Courtney
Comments: This story was inspired by a song off of Jewel’s latest CD, This Way. The first time I heard the title track, I thought of Bobby and Lindsay. This is actually a collection of very short stories. I took the first one from my other story, LOL, but the others are new. I made a change in my usual writing style, and did these in regular narrative, with the exception of the first one (since I just copied and pasted it). Anyhoo, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DEK. Written strictly for entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13
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FROM THE FINAL B&L SCENE IN "LOVE AND HONOR" …
Lindsay and Bobby walk into his office.
L: So, we’re still in business.
B: Yeah. Still partners, unless you’re thinking of leaving.
He takes a sip from his beer and she looks at him surprised.
L: What?
B: (sets his beer down) Helen said something.
L: (sighs) I’m not going anywhere. Yet – (pauses
briefly) I should be honest about…I don’t mean to be
cold. It’s not that I’m not interested.
I just know that it’s not right. And for once, I’m going with my head.
B: Oh, yeah, Lindsay. You and your heart, have been so out of control.
L: What’s that supposed to mean?
B: Nothing. It means you’re right. I’m going with your head, too.
L: Good. (moves closer to him) Merry Christmas.
She kisses him gently.
B: I, um…
She stops him, placing her fingers to his lips and they kiss passionately…
(A few moments later, Bobby pulls back and looks
at Lindsay. He searches her face for a sign…a sign telling him that she
wasn’t sorry…and in the glittery shine
of her beautiful blue eyes he found it. He doesn’t take the time to question
it, but instead
pulls her into his embrace and kisses
her deeply…his arms tightening around her, almost afraid she’d make him let
go. They
continue kissing for seems like hours…lips
and tongues dancing…making up for lost, wasted time…then finally parting,
releasing in a desperate need for air.
Bobby smiles and nuzzles her nose, slowly running his hands up and down her
back,
absentmindedly.)
B: (whispering against her lips) I like going with your head.
L: (laughing softly) Me, too.
(They kiss again…)
Love be still
Love be sweet
Don’t you dare
Change a thing
I want to photograph you with my mind
To feel how I feel now all the time
"Okay. Right hand, blue."
Helen watches as Bobby and Lindsay struggle to
bend just enough to claim their mark…laughing wickedly as they fight over
the same blue space. Lindsay sticks out
her tongue at Bobby playfully as victory becomes hers. His eyes narrow in
response,
and he twists his arm back, allowing
his hand to rest close to his foot.
"Looking pretty tangled up there, Bobby."
"Shut up, Helen!"
Resisting the urge to retort a witty remark, Helen flicks the spinner once more.
"Right hand, red. Lucky for you, Donnell."
A toothy grin forms on Bobby’s face as his hand
is able to land directly in front of him. His body was now pinned above
Lindsay’s…though, somewhat awkwardly.
One of her legs was trapped under his…and vice versa. Helen is about to spin
again, but the sound of the telephone
ringing makes her stop, and reach for the cordless.
"Hello? Yes, it’s me. Um, sure. Yeah. Hold on
a second." She puts her hand up to the speaker, and gives them an apologetic
look. "Sorry you guys. I’ll just be a
few minutes. Don’t move." Without another word, she goes into her room.
Bobby shakes his head, aggravated, and looks at Lindsay. "Great."
She laughs. "What? You’re not having fun?"
"Oh, of course I am, Lindsay. I mean, when I
woke up this morning, the first thing I said to myself was, ‘ I’ll go to
the office,
spend the day in court, then come home
and play ‘Twister’ with my girlfriend and her roommate.’ Remind me of how
you
convinced me to do this, please."
"Hey, I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen.
I haven’t done this since I was about ten…well, with the exception of the
drunken night in college when we purchased
this thing." He gives her a funny look. "Don’t ask."
Bobby narrows his eyebrows and nods slightly.
Suddenly, he grins. "I thought ‘Candyland’ was your game back then," he
jokes, teasing her.
"Very funny."
Bobby smiles, and leans down to kiss her softly.
Lindsay’s lips were addictively sweet, and left him wanting more. He moves
again, kissing her deeply…again and again.
His tongue runs over her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth, welcoming him
in.
Her body starts to slip on the mat, and
within seconds she falls.
"I win," he whispers against her lips.
"I hate you," she groans in reply.
He chuckles, then kisses her again, moving along
her jaw line and to her ear. Nibbling on it slightly, he mumbles, "You thinking
what I’m thinking?" He moves to look
into her eyes. The desire in them enables him to form a reasonable conclusion.
"Come
on. We’d better hurry. She’ll be back
any second."
He grabs her hand, and pulls her up with him. Lindsay giggles as they run into her room, slamming the door behind them.
Say that you’ll stay
Forever this way
Forever and forever
That we’ll never have to change
Don’t move
Don’t breathe
Don’t change
Don’t leave
And promise me
Say you’ll stay
We’ll stay
This way
Lindsay turns her head, eyeing her fiancé’
carefully. His hand remains glued to his forehead, and his bottom lip sticks
out slightly
as he pouts. Her eyes light up and her
lips curve into a soft smile. He looked so adorable.
Bobby looks at her for a long moment, then moves
over her again, a devilish twinkle in his blue eyes. "I bet I could convince
you…"
Warm, tantalizing kisses trail from her lips…to
her chin, neck and collarbone. Her fingers find his hair, and she moans.
"Bobby…I’m just…trying…to be realistic…we
have to think…mmm…about how everyone else…will be affected, too."
He turns his head, kissing her palm. "Why? Why
should we have to worry about anything except how we feel?" Sighing, he
rests his arms on either side of her
head, using one hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Lindsay…I
want to
come home everyday, knowing that you’ll
be there. I want to fall asleep holding you in my arms, and wake up with
you next to
me. I want to cuddle with you every night
on the sofa…make you dinner. I want to go into the bedroom and find your
clothes
lying around…evidence that it’s not my
room anymore – it’s ours.
I want to be able to make love to you without
having to worry about Helen busting through the door…" He pauses, and
caresses her face. "Look, I know this
will all happen when we get married, but…I don’t want to wait. Please…tell
me at least
some of this you can relate to."
She smiles and kisses him. "I can relate to all
of that." She reaches out her hand, and plays with a few of his chest hairs.
"You
know, you can be quite convincing…"
Their eyes meet, and he looks hopeful. "Are you saying what I think you’re saying?"
"Maybe…"
"Are you saying – "
"I’m saying ‘yes’," she interjects. "I’ll move in with you, Bobby."
"Really?!?"
"Yes, really. Now, shut up, and – " Bobby covers her mouth with his, and she looks at him dazed. "kiss me."
I get afraid
Don’t think ahead
Let’s just stay
This way in bed
Feels so good inside your arms
Home is everywhere that you are
Bobby approaches the door of the apartment he
shares with Lindsay, just after four o’ clock. It was definitely not like
him to
arrive home at this hour, but when Lucy
informed him that his darling fiancé¢ had gone home all ready,
it was enough to send
him to the place where the better part
of his day was spent.
Complete and utter relief pulses through his
body as he finds no signs of ‘distraught Lindsay’. No high heels in a spot
to which
he would most likely trip, therefore,
giving him reason to take on one of his unappealing attitudes. The kitchen
was empty…as
was the living room. He loosens his tie,
allowing it to drape freely around his neck, then undoes the top three buttons
of his
navy blue dress shirt.
Upon entering their bedroom, Bobby’s eyes make
contact with the bed, and there lies Lindsay’s black and white sweat suit,
and her jogging walkman. He smiles, and
throws his tie and jacket on the pile, then discards his shoes as he moves
into the
bathroom.
Bobby quietly steps further inside the room set
aglow by several multi-colored and multi-scented candles planted all around
the
tub. Lindsay’s hair is held up with a
claw clip, head resting against the edge, eyes closed. He moves closer, and
kneels beside
her. "Hey."
Startled, her head jerks up and her eyes burst open. "God, Bobby. You scared me half to death."
He laughs slightly. "Sorry."
She sits up and leans against the back wall of the tub. "What are you doing home so early?"
He looks at her, amused. "I could ask you the same question."
"I asked you first."
"I was worried about you. Lucy told me you went home, and – "
"And you assumed the worst?"
"Yeah."
"I’m okay," she explains, "I just decided to
leave early. I wasn’t doing anything anyway. I went for a jog, then decided
to
indulge in a nice, long bath."
"You and your baths," he chuckles. "How long have you been in?" He sticks his hand in the water and grins. "Still pretty warm."
"Yup. Plenty of time left." She bends her knee and looks at him suggestively. "You gonna get lost so I can enjoy it?"
Bobby leans in and kisses her. "What – no invitation?" She giggles, shaking her head, and he pouts. "Lindseeeeeee…"
"Oh, all right," she sighs. A wicked smile crosses
her lips and she reaches for the next button on his shirt, toying with it.
"Think
you can make yourself useful?"
With eyes full of desire and a heart pounding
faster and faster, Bobby captures her lips…sweet as candy….addictive as a
drug.
She deepens it, whilst fumbling with
his buttons. Their kisses grow more passionate by the minute, and she pulls
him closer to
her as he attempts to remove the remaining
articles of clothing from his body. Moans are soon replaced with laughter
as Bobby
blindly grips the edge of the tub, falling
into the bubbles….shirt and pants still on.
Say that you’ll stay
Forever this way
Forever and forever
That we’ll never have to change
Don’t move
Don’t breathe
Don’t change
Don’t leave
And promise me
Say you’ll stay
We’ll stay
This way
Bobby steps through the door of his home, a mile
wide smile on his face, and a bounce in his step. He had just gotten back
from the Red Sox game to which Jimmy
had accompanied him. Upon the sound of the mixer running in the kitchen,
Bobby
makes way for the entrance. Leaning against
the door frame, he takes in the sight of the deliciously divine beauty he
had called
"wife" for the past two months.
Silently, he debates on whether to join her or
continue watching her. He opts for choice B, and studies every detail of
her still
oblivious being. Her chin length, golden
brown locks were tucked loosely behind her ears, thin silver hoops dangling
from them,
a few strands straying as she continues
mixing. A vibrant red, spaghetti strapped slip dress hugs her just right…showing
off
each and every curve her incredible body
possessed. She was so beautiful…so sexy…and she was his!
A long, polished finger bends to switch the ‘off’
button, and her bared shapely legs and feet shuffle as she searches the cabinets
for something. After pulling out two
round cake pans, she stills again, and he moves to stand behind her.
Lindsay moans as Bobby wraps his arms around
her waist and plants a soft kiss upon her bare shoulder. "Hey," he says,
nibbling on her ear lobe.
"Hey," she replies, tilting her head up, welcoming him home with a kiss. "How was the game?"
"Great. We won" She smiles and pats the hand circling her stomach. "Did you and Helen have fun at the movie?"
"Yeah."
"Good." He rests his chin on her shoulder. "What are you making?"
"A cake. Chocolate."
"Yum…" He attempts to stick his finger in the bowl, but she slaps his hand. "What?!?"
"Not until I’m done," she scolds.
"Well, isn’t it for me?"
"Yeah, but – "
"But nothing. I want a taste." He reaches in
and moistens his fingertips, then licks them. "Mmm…very good. I always thought
the mix was the best part. Gotta spoon?"
He grins, reaching for one, and she swats him. "No, Bobby!"
"Come on. Just one more taste." She lets out
an exasperated sigh as he digs in with her blending spoon. Before it reaches
his
mouth, some of the mix drips onto Lindsay’s
shoulder. "Oops. No problem." His tongue snakes out and wipes it clean as
she
giggles. "Okay, mix boy. Out of the kitchen."
Lindsay is surprised Bobby doesn’t come back
with one of his usual witty responses, but he has other plans in mind.
Wondering eyes spot a container of homemade
fudge icing atop the opposite counter.
The feel of his strong arms leaving her waist
causes Lindsay to conclude her husband has obeyed her request. She takes
the
spoon and begins pouring the contents
of the bowl into the pans, only to be stopped moments later by the feel of
something
warm, thick and sticky running down her
left arm.
Before she is able to move or speak, a much more
enticing presence retraces the same path. Inhaling sharply, her eyes threaten
to close. "Bobby…wha – " A soft moan
escapes her mouth as his tongue circles her elbow, wiping it clean of the
rich icing.
Lindsay can feel her knees buckle and
she leans into the chest of the man who was still torturing her so. The spoon
slips from
her fingers as every single ounce of
self control drains from her pleasure consumed body, falling to her feet.
Her heart was
pounding so hard against her breast,
she was certain it would soon break through. "Oh, God…"
Bobby’s attack on her elbow ends with a final
touching of lips and skin…only to resume seconds later as his mouth descends
on hers, sending them both off the edge.
Lindsay turns in his arms, and they exchange kisses that heighten the desperation
and
desire burning in their heated bodies.
Buttons fly and clothes scatter, as they stumble onto the cold, hard ceramic
tiles…cake
forgotten.
Don’t move
Don’t breathe
Don’t change
Don’t leave
Promise me
We’ll always be
This kind, this sweet
This good to me
Promise me
We’ll always be
Aggravated…pained…confused…and royally pissed
off. All of this Lindsay Dole Donnell felt intensely…and oh, so much
more. The past week had sucked enormously.
You think yours was bad? Well, forget it.
You know how some days you’ll find those little
sharp pains in your head and figure ‘hell, if I just slow down, and relax,
they’ll
go away.’ Right. Ten minutes later your
head is on its way to it’s own personal hell. No matter how many pills you
take, no
matter how long you soak in that bathtub…it
just seems to go from bad to worse. That was her week.
It all started when she won her case Monday…freeing
yet another murderer. Tuesday, she got rained on, then proceeded to
get stuck in traffic, all the while sitting
in her bastard of a car with a broken heating system. The rest of the week
had been a mix
of stupid fights over ridiculous stuff
with her co-workers, a night out with Helen that left them both dying slowly
in the bathroom
the next day and a not-so-pleasant overnight
visit with her drunken mother.
At the moment, she is riding up the elevator
in her apartment building. Her thoughts go to the poor, unfortunate soul,
otherwise
known as her husband. It was late, so,
he was lucky…unless he wasn’t asleep. One wrong move would open the gates,
releasing the wrath of Lindsay.
After unlocking the door, she moves into the
room, dropping her suitcase beside her. All the lights were out, leaving
her to
believe she was the only one awake in
the house. Angry eyes close, and her head shakes in irritation as she steps
into the
kitchen. Open packages lay everywhere,
and dishes were piled up in the sink. She sighs and leaves the mess behind,
fearing
that if she stayed a moment longer, something
might get broken.
Determination drives her raging body to their
bedroom, where she plans to wake the idiot and give him a piece of her mind.
However, the bed it empty, and Bobby
is nowhere to be found. She marches down the hall, and finds BJ’s door open,
and his
room empty as well. Confusion sets in,
as does worry.
Lindsay rushes into the living room, where the
sound of the television fills the room. Her eyes rest on the sofa, where
she sees
the most beautiful image her eyes had
ever encountered.
There lies her Bobby, sleeping soundly…arms holding
their precious miracle to his chest. BJ’s tiny hand rests at his father’s
side, his sleeping form rises and falls,
lips quivering slightly.
Tears brink her eyes as she feels all her troubles
begin to slowly fade away. This moment was never to be forgotten…and she
takes it into her heart, knowing she’ll
keep it there forever.
Quietly, she grabs the afghan from the back of
the sofa, and covers them. A hand reaches out for her as she turns to flick
off
the TV.
"You’re home," Bobby says croakily.
Smiling, she kneels beside him. "Yeah."
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too," she says, caressing his
face. When he starts to speak again, she places her fingers to his lips.
"Shh…go
back to sleep."
"Mmm…okay…" He reaches out and takes her hand. "Don’t go." He moves over, careful not to wake the baby. "Come on."
Lindsay grins, kicks off her shoes, and happily
climbs on, curling up to him. Bobby uses one arm to hold BJ, and the other
goes
around his wife. She was home…they were
together…and nothing else mattered.
Say that you’ll stay
Forever this way
Forever and forever
That we’ll never have to change
Don’t move
Don’t breathe
Don’t change
Don’t leave
And promise me
Say you’ll stay
We’ll stay
This way
~~~THE END~~~