In sickness and in health
Lisa
Authors Note: It is a Bobby and Lindsay fic (which I believe goes without saying) it is told in the first person, and it switches from both Bobby and Lindsay's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters...and as much as I'd like to lay claim to them...I cant, I have no money, so don't sue...unless it means I'll get to meet DEK himself.
Thanks to Ally and Jewel, who nagged me to post this every time I nagged them. I wish I had half your talent.
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Setting: Bobby has just ended his relationship with Helen, claiming the reason for the split was the tension created by the Winslow trial, for which they were pinned against each other (figuratively speaking of course). And, in a sweep of dramatic irony, all of us know the real reason is -of course- his love for a co-worker who, shall go un-named at this stage.
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Thursday Morning 9am, DYD+F
*Lindsay*
I strode purposefully into the office on Thursday morning. I had woken up this morning determined to have my way with Bobby Donnel. -Wait, that came out wrong. I don't want to have my 'way with him' in the sense that I wanted to rip off his clothes and ravage him. (Actually, I can't even *think* that and keep a straight face, of course that's what I wanted to do. Everytime I see him I just...). But that's not my point- Today I wanted to have a go at him (my God, there is no way to say this without it sounding like I'm euphemistically planning to have sex with him), get some things off my chest (and all the clothes off his) regarding his recent neglection in giving me cases. He hadn't even given me a petty drug case. I was annoyed, bored and angry.
"Rebecca, is Bobby in yet?" I asked, hoping he was in his office so my confidence had no time to diminish.
"No Lindsay, he called in sick this morning, he's not coming in today." Rebecca replied.
"You're kidding- right" -There is just no way...-
"Nope, he's really not coming in." She concluded.
"We're talking about the same Bobby...right?" I am not sorry to say I was shocked. My whole time at this office and Bobby had never once taken a single day off. I could count on him being here everyday. Rain, hail, shine or acute appendicitis- he never missed work.
"Yep, the one and only!" Called Jimmy from behind his desk. Ellenor stood and walked over to me, regarding me with the strangest look on her face. "Geez Lindsay, you look angry at him...you do realise it's not his fault he's sick." She added in his defense.
"No, I'm not angry, I just needed to speak to him. Did he leave any messages for me...or something to do?" -Like something that was more productive than nothing.- I was so very beyond annoyed at that point.
"No, Lindsay...no messages." Replied Rebecca, almost apologetically which (in the true Lindsay Dole spirit) made me even more annoyed. "Well since I have nothing else to do here, I'm going to his place to see him now!" I spat.
"Lindsay, he's sick..." Rebecca started, obviously my anger was beginning to show.
"I don't care! I need to talk to him." I said, a little more calmly, leaving out the whole "Yeah and give him a swift size five to the ass!" bit. And with that I left the office, jumped into my car and drove the 20 minute drive to Bobby's apartment.
*Bobby*
"What!" Was the angry grunt that escaped my mouth as I opened my apartment door. As my exploring eyes travelled upwards, starting at a pair of perfectly shaped legs, my anger resolved a little. it resolved a little more as my eyes rested upon Lindsay's gorgeous face. That is, until I saw her expression. Great- she's angry at me.
"What have I done this time?" I asked. I was being openly hostile, but can you really blame me? I had the worst flu of my life, which has forced me to take a day off work (which I am proud to say I've never done before), and now the woman who is the cause of every minute of both my happiness and my sadness is standing at my door, looking like she wants to kick my ass.
"Do you hate me or something Bobby?" She asked in the usual Lindsay Dole- blunt way. 'Yeah, I hate you so much Lindsay that everytime I see you I want to take you in my arms and kiss you until we can't breathe.' Well, that's what I'd like to say, but judging from her current attitude, I think it would be better if I didn't
"Of course I don't hate you Lindsay. Why would you think that?" I really was confused.
"I think that, because you haven't been giving me any cases."
"I've given you cases."
"The last one was 8 days ago Bobby." Damn her and her total recall.
"Lindsay, you can field your own clients- can't you." Oops, now I was being patronising- big mistake. She drew a deep breath, but before she had another chance to speak (or yell as it may have been) I interrupted her with what I considered to be a brilliant save. "Linds...look, I'm sorry. I haven't been doing it on purpose, but as you know, I haven't been at my best lately." I looked at her, expecting to be receiving grief-lifting looks of sympathy now. But no, she still looked like she wanted to beat me over the head with something. Life is extraordinarily unfair.
"So, that's what this is about then." She decided. Ok- here's where I sit down and wonder what the Hell she is talking about. Lindsay is as smart as they come, but she was still a woman (actually, she was quite a woman), which meant that she spoke in that secret code that they just expect men to be able to tap into. Without making myself seem thick and/or insensitive- I can't be bothered even attempting to figure her out on my own.
"I'm not exactly clear here Lindsay. Why don't you tell me what *you* think this is about."
"Fine" She said, taking a seat beside me. I thanked God the next time she spoke, not because her tone was any less hostile, but because she lowers her decibel level, which ultimately stops her voice from ricocheting off my brain, further decreasing the sharp pains in my head.
"I think you blame me for you and Helen breaking up."
"What!" I yelled, and yes, here come the sharp pains in the head again.
"That's not what you meant?" She asked. She looked pretty embarrassed (which Lindsay rarely was- but it looked cute on her) and suddenly I felt bad for snapping at her, even though she snapped at me first.
"No Lindsay. I meant I haven't been at my best lately because I am sick. You should know that my personal relationships don't interfere with my professionalism. This has nothing to do with Helen...or you."
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry Bobby." Was her sullen reply Actually, what I said about my professional performance being less than great and having nothing to do with Helen or Lindsay- that was a complete lie. I mean, I'm a nice guy. But I'm still a guy, and I don't mind admitting that my ego was bruised because Helen didn't really fight for our relationship. I knew we were finished, I was actually kinda glad it was finished, I had no intention of continuing the relationship. but it would have been nice if she'd said a little more than "It's dead."
And as for Lindsay; well, as hard as it is to admit to this one, every decision I make is connected to Lindsay. For example, the hardest thing about not going to work today was surprisingly not that I wouldn't be defending the scum of the earth, it was that I wouldn't be seeing Lindsay. But then she decided to go and prove me wrong (as she so often seemed to do) and show up at my apartment, apparently less-than-happy to see me. So yes, my culmination of confusing emotions and unexpressed feelings is quite possibly is the reason I have been shutting Lindsay out (unintentionally of course). Though I don't think I'll be telling her that anytime soon.
*Lindsay*
Great, just great. I realised then that I had gone over there on some insane quest to get him to say "Because I love you." Of course that's easy to admit now that I've already lost every shred of dignity I had left. How embarrassing- honestly, for such an intelligent person, I sure do and say some dumb-ass things. I needed to fix this little misunderstanding.
"So you're not angry at me?" I asked nervously.
"Of course not, why would I be?" As he said this, his eyes bore into mine, and he reached out and touched my arm. This small movement immediately heightened my awareness. I don't understand how or why he could do these things to me. I pulled away, not ready to let things rest there.
"Well Bobby, I told Helen that you and I used to...sleep together, and then you two break up. I can't help but feel a little responsible." This was almost the truth, but I actually felt a lot responsible. Don't mistake that for caring- I'll freely admit to being glad they've broken up. Yeah, I know, aren't I the cold-hearted bitch. He moved towards me, and in an effort to get him to put his arms around me, I squeezed a few tears out of my eyes. I congratulated myself silently when he took me into his arms, pulling me closer to him until my head was resting on his masculine chest. My plan had worked...I am such a girl.
He stroked my hair reassuringly, and suddenly an overwhelming sense of guilt came over me. "I'm sorry Bobby. You're sick, I shouldn't be over here abusing you, I should go." Much to my disappointment he nodded his head, and we both stood up to walk over towards the door. Bobby took a few steps forward, and then collapsed onto the floor. I rushed gallantly to his side, helping him to his feet. "Lindsay, I'm ok." He protested as I dragged him to his bed (this was not a task I remember as being difficult).
"Bobby, I'm putting you to bed, and I am staying until you are asleep." I insisted, hoping he would be able to stay awake for a while.
"Yes mum- and will you be reading me a bed-time story as well?" He teased.
"Yes. It's called 'The Lawyer Who Suddenly Disappeared After Making Fun Of His Compassionate Co-Worker!'" He laughed loudly at my joke, the violent force of which caused him to stop, grab his head in what appeared to be agony, and fall ungraciously onto his bed.
*Bobby*
Genius Donnel, pure unadulterated genius. I was definitely not about to let her leave- I really wanted her to stay. If that involved literally 'falling for her' I was willing to do it. And it worked, I fell, she came running, ordered me to let her take me to bed (something I was more than happy to oblige to), and promised to stay until I was asleep. (Have I mentioned my new-found lack of tiredness?) I tried really hard not to show the smile I was feeling. I mean, I was supposed to be sick...and I was, I just happened to be feeling it a little less at the moment. I laid down on my bed, and used the remote to switch on my T.V. Then I patted the vacant spot beside me. "Here, we can sit here and watch Daytime T.V together...unless you have something better to do...and I know you don't- cause I'm the boss."
"Funny." She said, smiling her brilliant smile.
She slowly removed her coat- and I just couldn't help myself. I switched off the T.V and said, "Or you could just continue to remove your clothes, I think I'd enjoy that a lot more." She blushed a deep red and swatted me lightly in the arm. "What!?" I laughed. "Nothing like a beautiful woman getting undressed to ease the pain of a horrible flu." Again with the blushing, I could tease her forever (God knows she was teasing me everytime she flashed that smile of hers).
"Bobby- stop or..."
"What, you'll get re-dressed?"
"No...I..."
"No!? You say no you wont get re-dressed and expect me to stop teasing you? Lindsay. I *am* a man."
'Bobeee!" She shrieked in frustration. "Quit twisting my words- or I'll go."
Ok, so she had me there. There was no way I was letting her leave. "Ok, I'm sorry." I switched the T.V back on and she reluctantly sat down beside me. It took her a while, but eventually she relaxed- though I don't know how she could. I'd be as tense as a wire if *I* was being stared at the way I was staring at her.
*Lindsay*
He was staring at me- and the only thing I felt was happy- let him look. I raised my leg and bent it slightly. Bobby always told me I had nice legs, and I really wanted him to be attracted to me. I leant back so my head was almost on his shoulder, and I discreetly observed his reaction. I noted with some satisfaction that Bobby was not watching the T.V.
He moved his arm slowly, letting it trail teasingly down my side before coming to rest on my thigh. I didn't look up at him, for fear that I might give myself completely to him -again- after looking into those angelic blue eyes. I wanted him so badly, yet I couldn't let myself go. I had to try and be humorous to hide my nervousness. "You know Bobby, you shouldn't start something you can't finish." I said, smiling flirtatiously.
"What makes you think that I can't finish this Lindsay?" He asked me seductively, moving his hand up my shirt and around to my back.
"Well, you're sick." I reasoned feeling my heart rate increase.
"Yes I am. But you and I haven't exercised for sometime, so our stamina levels are probably equal." He countered coyly. What I said next caused me to want to slap myself the millisecond the words left
my mouth.
"Well, I'm sorry Bobby. We don't all have our 'Helens' to keep us in shape." I covered my mouth with my hands, shocked that it had come out that way. It was supposed to be a joke ,but it came out sounding like hurtful sarcasm.
"Bobby, I am so sorry." His hand slid slowly out from under my shirt (Damn It!). "I must have caught that horrible 'foot-in-mouth' disease. I'm sorry."
"Lindsay, it's ok." He said, probably with more enthusiasm than he actually felt. "It's not like her name is taboo or anything."
"Even so Bobby, you just break up and I...."
He cut me off "Lindsay, I wish you would stop treating me like I was in love with her- because I just wasn't." He admitted
"You weren't?" I asked, sounding just a little too happy.
"No, How could I have been?" He sounded annoyed, like the answer to his question should have been obvious even to the vaguest of people.
"Why couldn't you be Bobby?" I swear, when I asked this I had no ideas what his answer would be. It was probably the only thing I hadn't expected him to say, and tears sprang to my eyes immediately.
Quietly he answered my question. "Because no matter what she did, I always compared her to you, and no matter how hard she tried, you always won."
*Bobby*
It never ceased to amaze me how open and honest I could be with Lindsay. I figure it's because I know she can see straight through me, so lying to her would be futile. I lifted her chin and turned her face towards me so I could see the glistening tears shimmering beautifully in her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands and wiped her tears away with my thumbs. She smiled up at me. It was such a brilliant smile that my heart ached with desire for her. Ignoring the pain in my head, and the tingling sensation in my nose, I leant in, making sure she was clear that I intended to kiss her.
*Lindsay*
The clarity that came over me right at that moment was indescribable, the love of my life was leaning in to kiss me, I was reaching up to kiss him. Things were perfect- right up until his face scrunched up, he whipped his head quickly to the side, head butting me in the jaw as he did so, and he sneezed. Really violently. He sneezed again, and again and again. Finally it was over (unfortunately so was the moment we hadn't quite shared). Bobby leant back against the
pillow, clutching his head tightly, apparently in some attempt to squeeze the pain out through his ears.
Seeing that that wasn't working, I positioned myself behind him, and gently massaged his head. He leant back against me contentedly, mumbling incoherently something along the lines of "Of all the times to sneeze..." Within 5 minutes he had fallen asleep, and 10 minutes later, I had left.
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I had woken that morning with a slight headache, but I quickly crushed that with two aspirin. (Cheers to the wonders of paracetemol). I also had a weird feeling in my stomach, but I figured it was either nerves (cause Bobby might be back at work today) or hunger pains. I reasoned it was probably the latter, as in my 'Bobby distress' I hadn't eaten in 24 hours. Either way, it didn't bother me, because I never get sick. I'm also under the misguided impression that I'm always right...but what can I say..we live and learn.
I walked into the office at about 8:30am, said my hello's and sat down at my desk. At 8:45am I was woken again by Rebecca, who decided that falling asleep at what was in fact *her* desk and not mine, was a sure sign that I should be at home in bed. She then went on to diagnose me with 'that thing that Bobby's got' and advised me to get some antibiotics. I (being the one who is allegedly in control of my life) chose to put-off the antibiotics, go home, shower again, and go straight back to bed.
*Bobby*
I called the office at around 9:30am. I had woken up feeling no better than when I fell asleep. I felt worse even, because I didn't wake up leaning against Lindsay while she tentatively massaged my head.
"Hello. Donnel, Young, Dole and Frutt."
"Rebecca?" I croaked over the phone.
"Bobby, hi. Are you coming in today?"
"No."
"Still sick are you?"
"Yep, sure am.
"Ok. Hey, did Lindsay end up going to see you yesterday? She was fuming that morning, demanding to speak to you." Remembering how angry Lindsay had been brought a sad smile to my face.
"Yeah, she came." I replied
"Well, that explains it then." Rebecca said calmly. What is it with women, and the inability to get straight to the point. I was not about to play guessing games again...especially not with Rebecca.
"Explains what?" I asked impatiently
"Why she's sick"
"What do you mean?" I asked, getting worried.
"She passed out at *my* desk."
"What!" I yelled
"Bobby, relax, she's ok. We sent her home about 45 minutes ago."
"Ok Bec, thanks. Bye"
"Bye Bobby. Feel better."
Something told me I'd be feeling a lot better once I spoke to Lindsay.
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K, that was part one. There will be one part after this I think. Hope
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Author: Lisa
Title: "In Sickness and In Health" Part Two
Disclaimer: Not mine... just doing a try-before-you-buy thing.
Summary: Please see part #1, I do not want to write that whole thing out again. But this part picks up right after the last, Bobby has just arrived at Lindsay's apartment. They are both sick, taking the day off work.
Authors Note: Thankyou a thousand times to Ally, who deemed this part postable, and told me she like it...Ally...you're a champion!
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*BOBBY*
I inserted my key (which I subconsciously refused to give back) to Lindsay's apartment into the lock and opened the door. "Lindsay" I called out, to let her know it was me, in case she'd gotten worried I was a burglar or something and was ready to try some self-defense move on me. "It's Bobby, where are you?"
I heard no answer, so I cautiously approached her bedroom. Upon entering, I heard the sound of running water- she was in the shower. After fighting a long and painful urge to 'accidentally' enter the bathroom, I placed the bag I was carrying on the floor, took off my jumper, and climbed into her bed like it was [still] the most natural place in the world for me to be.
She emerged moments later, and the surprise of seeing me lying in her bed dissolved quickly into a happy smile.
"Bobby! Hey!" She greeted
"Hmm, yeah...hey Lindsay"
She stepped out of a cloud of steam, wearing only an enticingly short red towel wrapped around her midsection. (thank God it was a very small towel, she had really great legs). Her hair was damp, causing it to curl delicately around her face. Her pale complexion was the only indication that she was sick, but her rosy heat-pinched cheeks still glowed radiantly, and her fiery eyes danced playfully on her beautiful face.
I think she started talking about something, but I really stopped paying attention the second she stepped out of the bathroom. (Hey, don't look at me like that! She may be *the* woman I'm in love with...and she was only wearing a towel). She was standing there expectantly, obviously she had asked a question.
"Bobby?"
"What...huh...oh yeah...what?"
Apparently she realized what my mind (and eyes) had been focusing on, because her pale cheeks began to glow even brighter- she was never more adorable than when she blushed.
"Well, I'm going to get dressed now." She said, holding clothes in her hand.
"Why?" I asked seriously, unable to hide my disappointment.
"Bobby- don't start this again." At least she was smiling.
"What? Guy can hope right?"
She turned and laughed as she re-entered the bathroom.
*LINDSAY*
Stepping into the bathroom, I drew a deep, cleansing breath- and started coughing. Making a mental note not to attempt meditation in a small room full of steam- I proceeded to get dressed. I thanked sweet merciful God that I had a towel on when I stepped out. The look he gave me was embarrassing enough- and he couldn't even see anything. (Though being fairly well acquainted with pretty much all of me- I had no doubt that Bobby knew *exactly* what he wasn't seeing). I'm sure it was a clod day- I *do* live in Boston- but whatever bug I had caught was making me really hot (though the heat between Bobby and I may have also been partially responsible). So I changed into a plain black singlet (which I often wear to bed) and a pair of lightweight satin pants with Teddy Bears on them. I towel-dried my hair, brushed it, and threw it back into a messy high-ponytail. I smiled slightly as I exited the bathroom, realizing I'd be spending a whole day in bed with the sexiest man in Massachusetts.
"Here, put this on." Bobby instructed when I stepped out of the bathroom. He handed me a video and I groaned loudly when I read the label.
"A Few Good Men? Don't you get tired of the law every now and then Bobby? I asked in mock-annoyance.
"Well, we aren't able to go to the office today, so I brought the office to us!" He said, smiling that irresistible three-dimpled smile of his.
Sighing dramatically, I put the video on and climbed into bed next to Bobby. All was quiet until the courtroom scenes started, then Bobby and I were yelling at the TV like fans at a baseball game.
"No! That's not right..he should've objected!"
"What kind of lame tactic was that?"
"Excited utterance does over-rule hearsay!"
"Get off your ass and object!"
"Cross him on this..."
"Question her on that..."
"Plan:B - use Plan:B!"
It all got a little too exciting, and we were both clutching our heads in agony by the time the end credits rolled. I made Bobby get up and get the aspirin. I was in no state to move. He dutifully got out of bed to get them and I sighed contentedly. This was how life should be...I'd have it all....if only I had him.
*BOBBY*
I was beginning to feel like a teenager in love- I was just so confused. It was all there- physical attraction, (on both sides I'm sure), intellectual connection, and there were times when I was so sure the feeling was mutual, but then, I couldn't really tell. Heading back into the bedroom with the aspirin and two glasses of water, I paused at the doorway,
admiring Lindsay as she lay back against the pillows with her eyes closed. I thought about the first impressions I had about her.
At first, she had this innocent beauty about her, which made me want to wrap my arms around her and shield her from all things bad. Then I got to know her, and I found out that she could quite capably take care of herself. Suddenly she stops being 'just a pretty face' and becomes this independent, strong, smart and eternally frustrating woman, who I just happen to admire so much.
I know how soppy that sounds...but it was really just the absolute truth. I'm a pretty guarded guy emotionally, but with her, part of me wants to share my whole soul with Lindsay, so *she* could protect *me*. She had so many levels of complexity that I couldn't ever hope to explain. I just knew I was in love with every single one of them. She must of sensed my presence, because she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back. our eyes lingered on each other- we were having a 'moment' and what a 'moment' it was. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she seemed to be in the same predicament. To describe this 'moment' as intense would be a serious understatement. I think I was going to tell her how I felt (finally) when (in the grand tradition that is my love life) the phone on her bedside table rang.
She jumped slightly, but managed to answer the phone before the second ring. "Hello" she greeted. I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, and when Lindsay spoke again- I was glad for that. "Oh hi Helen...whats up?" I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to leave the room, but Lindsay's obvious hastiness in getting Helen off the phone by constantly telling her that she was "fine" convinced me to move back to my side of the bed.
Lindsay hung up the phone. She swallowed the two aspirin I handed her and then said softly "She ruins everything...doesn't she?" She flashed me this kind of sad smile, her eyes telling me exactly what her words had implied.
"Yeah, she really did." I replied.
This was as close an admission of my feelings I had ever given her, but instead of acknowledging it, she asked "So, we watched the movie...what else did you bring?" Indicating to the bag I had placed on the floor earlier.
"Aha!" I announced as I leant over and produced a deck of cards. "Know how to play poker Linds?"
"I do." She said, and then added "What are the stakes?...and If you say strip poker I'll throw something at you."
"I wasn't going to say that!" I declared incredulously
"Sure you weren't" She said sarcastically.
"I wasn't....I was hoping you would!"
She raised her pillow threateningly at me. "Ok..ok, you pick" I submitted.
She thought for a moment. "Ok, whoever loses has to answer any question the winner asks them." That sounded dangerously fun.
"Alright...deal" I agreed, handing her the cards.
*LINDSAY*
Well, this was guaranteed to be interesting. What can I say? If there was anyway to learn more about the love of my life, this was the perfect excuse to pry. I used to play poker with my brother all the time- so I was good. I don't think Bobby knew what he was in for...as it turns out...neither was I. He won the first game, and he looked up at me with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Ok, straight to the hard questions." He said. I drew a deep breath and waited nervously for his first question.
*BOBBY*
What was I supposed to ask her? There was a lot I wanted to know, but none of it was stuff I was ready to confront her about. "How old were you when you had your first kiss?" I asked, reasoning that it was fairly safe for a first
question.
"Sixteen." She answered shyly
"Sixteen? That's kinda late"
"Why? I wasn't the beautiful, popular, cheer leading type Bobby. I was the smart one- people were afraid of the smart ones." She orated defensively. There was a long pause then she spoke again. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked me, I hadn't even realized I was staring.
"Well...I guess I really cant picture you as a cheerleader...but..."
"But what?" she prodded, a little nervously.
"But then, I can't picture you as anything less than gorgeous either." I admitted.
"Bobby..." She said shyly, unable to hide her brilliant smile, or control the blush which spread to her cheeks.
"It's true Lindsay."
"No...Bobby, you don't hav..."
I turned her face towards mine, cutting her off in mid-sentence, and looked straight into her eyes. "Lindsay. Listen to me. You...are....so....beautiful. Trust me on that." I said this very slowly, separating each word, just so Lindsay knew how serious I was.
"I guess I did look pretty hot in my field hockey uniform." She joked, smiling happily.
"Field Hockey? You wore a hockey uniform?" I was shocked.
"What, headbands and mouth guards wouldn't work for you?" She asked mockingly.
"Well...maybe on you. If you still have the uniform we could always..." she cut me off, whacking me with her pillow. "Your deal Donnel." She said "You better hope you win!"
*LINDSAY*
That could have been worse, and I couldn't remember the last time he told me I was beautiful. Actually, yes I could. It was on one of the many mornings we over-slept, and I was having a lack-of-caffeine stress attack about having brought the wrong jacket for my skirt. Bobby stopped me from pulling my hair out from frustration in his bedroom by putting his hands on my waist and saying "You look great Lindsay. You could wear a paper bag and still be the most beautiful woman in Boston."
Needless to say we were extremely late for work that day....*extremely* late. I was surprised by his shock at me playing hockey. I was pretty sure the whole office knew about it, since they nearly took my head off when I wanted to refer to it in my opening for the tobacco case. I guess he just forgot.
I started thinking about how silly I was being. why couldn't I just tell him how I felt...like a normal person? Why did I have to resort to playing childish games to get closer to him? I knew part of me was holding back, because I had once told him that I loved him, and he had done nothing. If anything was to happen, I wanted him to be the one to show his feelings first. I quickly discarded all these doubts however because I won the next game. He eyed me nervously, daring me to ask him a hard question. I already had a good one ready.
"Who was your *best* kiss?"
*BOBBY*
The answer to that question was so simple...I didn't even have to think about it. Of course it was her. However simple though, nothing was going to stop me from having some fun with this question.
"Lets see...there's just too many...ok, I think I can figure this out.
"Ooooh, I forgot...Bobby The Super-stud...come on..it's a pretty easy question. Out with it." She demanded teasingly.
"Well, Andrea was like kissing a velvet glove...really dry..." I was cut off by Lindsay's laughter. When she calmed down, I continued.
"Victoria...lets just say you'd never need a vacuum cleaner around with a mouth like hers near-by. Then there's Helen. Helen was pretty good actually, but not the best. I was always annoyed because she liked control..even with kissing...it had to be 'her way or the highway.'"
"That does sound like Helen." Lindsay concurred.
"But who was your *best*?" She asked impatiently.
"Well, there was this one woman. Mmmm, when we kissed everything would fade away, and there would only be me and her." I leant back, trying to remember the feel of her lips on mine, her soft skin under my hands and the delectable taste of her mouth. "It was like..she would kiss me, and it would be so good that my heart would race. Normally I am a controlled person, but with her, I never wanted it to end."
Obviously Lindsay noticed how distracted I was getting, so she interrupted my thoughts.
"That's all very nice Bobby. Does she have a name by any chance?"
"Oh yeah. Her name...if only I could remember her name. Let me see, She works with me, another lawyer...very opinionated, and very very bossy..."
Lindsay blushed when she realized who I was talking about.
"Ummm" I continued "Lyn? Lynette? Linda?....Lindsay! That's it...Lindsay- Lindsay Dole."
"Me?" She sounded pleasantly surprised. "I was your best?"
"It's been a while." I said, moving closer to her. "But you are definitely my favorite. Though, just to be sure...maybe we should test you out..you know...just to see if you've still got it." At that point she lifted her right arm to swat me,
but I used her own momentum against her. I grabbed her arm, and sliding my other arm around her waist, I pulled her over until she was on top of me. I smiled smugly at her, and let my hands move slowly up and down her back. She rolled her eyes, and did her best to look annoyed...but she made no attempt to move away.
*LINDSAY*
His touch was driving me crazy, every fiber of my being was screaming out for him, but I was paralyzed with fear at the same time. My mind was a total blank, all I knew is that I had no intention of moving anywhere. Bobby slowly rolled me over, and before I knew it, he was on top of my, looking intensely into my eyes. He continued to stare at me, then he lowered his head and kissed my forehead. He kissed my cheeks one after the other.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I lifted my head and caught his mouth with mine, and I kissed him. After a while, he pulled away slightly and smiled at me cheekily. "Yep. You've definitely still got it Lindsay." He kissed me again, eventually letting his lips travel down my neck and chest. He moved his hands over my singlet, as mine moved slowly over his chest, gripping his back as his mouth found my elbow. I bit my lip, trying desperately to keep quiet. Bobby
shifted his eyes up to my face and smiled knowingly at the expression I was attempting to suppress. He knew how I got when he started on my elbows. Finally he came back to me, kissing me passionately over and over and over.
By then we were on our sides, facing each other, breaking apart only to catch our breaths when we could stand it no longer. I don't know whether it was because we were sick, or because neither of us was ready to 'take the plunge' (again) for fear of what it might mean this time, but we stopped at that point. I slowly rolled over, keeping my back pressed firmly against Bobby's chest. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around me, while I held onto his hands with
mine. Every now and then he would turn my head to kiss me, and we would lose ourselves to each other for a few
moments more. As the sun went down, and the street lights of Boston came on, Bobby and I -unaware of all life outside my bedroom- slept, content in each others arms.
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I'm not exactly sure how this will end exactly. But feedback soothes the savage writer.
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Author: Lisa
Title: "In Sickness and In Health" Part Three
Setting: Pls see part one..this picks up straight where part two left off
Authors Note: Hmmm who to thank...Ally, Livvy, Jewel...you guys are great thanks for all your help and encouragement..and to all my other nut-case friends who waste space on the list and make things a little more
interesting..you guys rock!
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own them, don't know them, I just think they're interesting...don't sue..no harm intended...
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*Bobby*
I think that was the best nights sleep I'd had for a very long time. The morning son shone brightly through a gap in Lindsay's curtain, making it very difficult to read the numbers on her digital alarm clock. Best I could decipher, was that it was 9 something in the morning. I was lying on my back with one arm wrapped around Lindsay, who was on her stomach, half on my chest, with her arm wrapped around my waist. Her hair had fallen out overnight, and it hung messily around her face. I brushed some of it out of eyes with my free hand, smiling as she unconsciously blew at the spot my hand had just touched. This was the Lindsay I loved to wake up to. Strangely, little imperfections- like messy hair- made her all the more perfect, it was nice to know that someone like her could be so human.
Her hair, however messy it looked, smelt like apples, which was making me really hungry- and not just for food either. Since she was asleep, I figured I could get up and make us breakfast. Slowly, I tried to slide out from underneath Lindsay, but as soon as I'd moved an inch, she tightened her grip around my waist. "Stay" She whispered sleepily.
"Linds...I'm just going to make breakfast, I'll be right outside." I promised
"No"Lindsay smiled, keeping her eyes closed
"If you don't let me go, you'll have to get up as well. Then you can hold onto me for as long as you'd like." (Forever would be nice)
"Ten more minutes...please?" She begged
"Nope!" I declared. "Now do I go with or without you?" I asked, knowing quite well I could never go without her...not again.
She opened her sparkling blue eyes. Stretching her arms up into the air and smiling coyly at me, she whispered "Take me with you."
I climbed out of bed, and stretched my tired muscles. Bending over I scooped Lindsay up into my arms and uttered "Anywhere" in her ear as I carried her out to the kitchen.
"Wait! Stop." Lindsay mumbled. I placed her on her feet, noticing that she kept her arms around my neck.
"What is it?" I enquired
"Well, if you're going to make me breakfast...I'm going to have a shower."
"Good idea....can I come?" I had to ask
"Bobby you can't make me breakfast if you're in the shower." She politely informed me.
"I know. It just seems to me that you're getting the better end of this deal." I replied
Lindsay smiled sweetly, then she reached up and kissed me. A good kiss as well. She pulled away, and her sweet smile turned into a cheeky one. "Thats because I am." And with that she walked into the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen a very happy man
*Lindsay*
I locked the bathroom door behind me, and turned on the shower. Remaining dressed I leant against the wall, slumped down into the corner, covered my face with my hands and cried. Glad for the running water- which drowned out all other noises- I let my tears fall heavily onto the freezing cold floor. Unable to suppress the shrill noises which were emanating from my throat everytime I attempted to breath, I gave in to my frayed emotions and bawled like a child.
Trust me to seek out all the reasons being with Bobby was wrong. I hated being the one that listened to their stupid logic-driven head..which was swimming with thoughts like 'But he just broke up with Helen'....What if I'm just the rebound girl'...There's no way I could handle just being his 'dirty little secret' again'....What about the next time he finds himself a Helen?' Why couldn't I just listen to my heart, which says...'Go for it...take the chance.'
Eventually I dragged myself into the shower, trying desperately to scrub away my doubts (which I now know is not one of the functions of soap.). If Bobby didn't want more than just a 'recreational' relationship, I wasn't going to go through all that pain again. Resolved, I finished showering, dried off and changed into a pair of long black Adidas trackpants and a tight, black V-neck shirt. Tantalising scents filled the air as I entered the kitchen.
Bobby was standing there, dresses in a pair of jeans and a black button-up shirt. "You brought a change of clothes?" I asked
"No..I left them here the last weekend we..." He answered, trailing off at the end.
"Oh...the last time we..."
"Yeah"
"I remember that"
"It was nice" He confessed, smiling nostalgically
"Very" I agreed
We stood silently, reminiscing about the weekend before Halloween, the weekend before he was stolen from me by my best friend. Bobby and I stayed inside all weekend, in fact, we rarely left his bedroom. We were 'recreational' countless times, so passionately it seems now that somehow we knew it would be our last full weekend together. Of course, that's impossible...he was just making up for the Victoria Keenan incident...which forced me to sleep alone for about three nights...don't even get me started.
He did make up for it though, and I made sure I told him that as well. Judging from the cocky grin on his face as we stood in the kitchen, he remembered me telling him that too.
"Well, I had a lot to make up for...didn't I?" He reminded me
"You certainly did."
"And did I make up for it?" He asked, already knowing the answer. A sharp pain in my stomach reminded me how starved I was. Ignoring that pressing issue, I decided to address another.
"So, what's for breakfast?" I enquired. Bobby smiled at me, obviously glad I had asked that question.
"Your favourite" He answered
"You're frying triple-choc ice cream?" I asked, pretending to be confused as I tried to peak inside the fry-pan.
"Your other favourite."
"Oooh..pancakes!" I guessed, smiling happily
"Yep"
"Yummy." I was no longer referring to the food. Amazingly I'd just realised how gorgeous he looked in those clothes. Now my eyes were fixated on him, and my mind began to wander to a strangely familiar place...where Bobby had no shirt on...Back again..sorry. I've seen good-looking men before (I don't live in a box), but there was something about Bobby that separated him from the rest. Maybe it was the way he walked- carrying himself so confidently- even when he didn't feel it. Or his deep sexy voice. For whatever reason, whenever I looked into his eyes, my knees went weak like a school girl who just ran into Brad Pitt.
He had his flaws, all humans do, but they seemed to matter less with Bobby. His good points far outweighed his bad...and I was completely in love with him. I really was ready to give my heart to him, I just wasn't sure he was ready to give his to me.
"Almost ready." Bobby's voice cut into my thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked, unable to contain my shock. Had I said something out loud? My heart was racing faster than Pharlap on steroids.
"The pancakes...they're almost ready." Bobby explained I covered my heart with my hand and breathed a sigh of relief which was apparently too loud, because Bobby started to look at me very strangely.
"Lindsay, are you ok?" He sounded concerned, but the smile in his face told me he was humored by my behaviour as well. I moved over and sat on the bench beside where he was cooking. "I'm fine, I'm just really hungry." I explained.
*Bobby*
She was the strangest woman. Beautiful, intelligent, funny, totally loveable...but very strange. I walked over to her, and stood so close to her, that her knees were pressed up against my stomach (she's sitting on the bench remember). "How are you feeling today?" I asked, raising one hand to her forehead.
"Much better." She answered. "How about you?" She added, placing her own hand on my forehead.
"Never better." I replied, meaning it in every way.
I moved closer, which resulted in Lindsay having to move her legs, one to either side of my waist. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on my shoulders. We remained in that position for a while, just staring into each other eyes, and then I leant forward and pressed my lips to hers. It was a nice, light, slightly teasing, yet passionate kiss. We moved away a little bit, keeping her foreheads together- continuing to silently stare at each other.
"I'm glad I didn't go to the doctors." I said softly
"Why's that?" She asked.
"They don't have the medicine I needed. Lindsay just doesn't come in a pill-box."
"Oh...you're such a sweet talker!" She laughed, and then she kissed me. It was a deeper kiss this time, one which- as a rule- should not be stopped.
However, the smell of burning pancakes was probably a good reason to break that rule. "Ooops!" I said, moving over to switch of the stove.
Lindsay picked up the plates and the maple syrup and walked out of the kitchen saying, "I guess we should eat then." She sat at the head of the table, and I sat to her left.
About halfway through her third pancake, Lindsay dropped her knife and fork and sighed loudly. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned
"What are we Bobby?"
"Excuse me?" Talk about abnormal breakfast conversation.
"Well...are there feelings here- or are you only interested in being 'recreational' again? Because you're not giving me any signs."
Not giving her any signs.....What was that about? I thought I'd been about as subtle as a freight train about my feelings. "Lindsay...I've given you signs." I protested.
"Yes, signs that you're attracted to me, but does it go any deeper than that- at least a little?"
"Yes! Much deeper! I thought I was being pretty clear about that." I admitted
"You're never clear Bobby! You make me feel so...lost. Like I'm running around in circles chasing my tail." Tears sprang to her eyes, and my heart ached for her. I took her hand in mine, and brought it to my lips, kissing her soft skin.
"Lindsay...you don't have a tail." I joked, trying desperately to bring back her beautiful smile. It worked...temporarily.
"Bobby...what about Helen?" She uttered softly
"Lindsay! How many time..."
"I don't want to hurt her Bobby!" She yelled, the tears coming again. "As much as I feel for you...she's my best friend."
"Lindsay" I whispered "I want to be with you - I want you ...I always have." Woah! How's that for shock confessions? Lindsay shifted her eyes to my face, smiling happily despite the tears in her eyes. I guess what I had said pushed a right button, because she looked almost peaceful and at that point I was glad I had shared myself with her. Her smile faded a little though, I guess I really never understood the depth of her loyalty to Helen...but until she set things right with her...I knew there was no chance that we would last.
"Even so..." she started, but the phone rang, abruptly cutting her off.
"Hold on." she sighed, heading into her room to answer the phone. I picked up the dishes and returned to the kitchen to make myself useful.
*Lindsay*
"Hello" I said into the mouthpiece
"Hi" came the female voice on the other line
"Helen- hey how are you?"
"Fine. Why is Bobby at your apartment?" She asked bluntly
"What?"
"And don't try and deny it, I drove past your place this morning, and his car was there."
"Helen, we were both sick, he came over to keep me company."
"Anything happen?"
"Yeah, we watched a movie and played poker." I informed her, skipping past a few important details.
"Strip poker?"
"Helen!" I responded in shock
"Relax, I'm kidding. So are you two together yet?"
"Why would you ask me that?" I queried, slightly put-off
"Only because I know he loves you as much as you love him. That's why I rang, because I think you need to know that as well. I've known for a long time, I'm sorry I didn't tell you straight away, I think a part of me needed to get over coming second...you know I hate to lose...even to you...even when I know I should."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I have eyes." She informed me. "I've seen how you two look at each other. And I'm not stupid. Plus he used to whisper your name in his sleep all the time. It was pretty funny actually. So are you going to get together?"
"Well, it's sorta becoming an issue." I confessed
"And you aren't just going to be 'bed buddies' this time?"
"No, I think it might be more...but if you don't want me to Helen...I wont." I told her nervously
"Lindsay...you have my blessing- both of you- you belong together. If I were you, I wouldn't have even asked. You know that."
"Well..thankyou anyway."
"Sure...bye- Goodluck Lindsay."
"Bye Helen." I hung up the phone and walked out of the bedroom smiling ecstatically.
Bobby was listening to the radio while he did the dishes. Some sort of metal-type music was filling the kitchen
Lyrics- So whatta ya think, we could give it a try
Coz you never know, maybe we could be soulmates
Well maybe not- but maybe so
If you never try, then you'll never know.
I stood behind Bobby, and put my arms around his waist. Pressing myself against him, I used one of my hands to reach into the sink and splash water at him. He turned to me, a sly grin on his face, raising both of his hands, he proceeded to smother my hair and my face with soap-suds. I leant back, trying to get away, but he caught me, and held me tightly in his arms. He used the tea-towel to tentatively wipe the suds off my face, and when they were gone, he just stopped and stared at me.
Lyrics- The grass could be greener...
and it'll always be greener on the other side
But you'll...just never...know
Bobby leant forward and whispered the next line of the songs in my ear:
"This...could be the one"
His words (which weren't technically his..but who cares) had an instant effect on me. I threw my arms around his neck wildly, and kissed him. Without separating- I unbuttoned his shirt and (with his help) ripped it off his shoulders. Electric guitars blared from the small radio as I led (or dragged) Bobby into the bedroom. He leant back on the bed, and pulled me down on top of him (not that I needed much encouragement mind you) and we made love.
It was not romantic- having sex to heavy-metal music rarely is- but it was the most intensely passionate and beautiful experience of my life. Later we lay there, kind of stunned, in each others arms.
"Bobby." I whispered
"Yeah"
"What are we?"
"Together" He answered, kissing the top of my head
"For real this time?" I asked, almost fearing the answer.
"For real..." He replied. Then he rolled himself on top of me and looked- again- into my eyes. "Forever" he whispered, closing the final, agonising distance between us.
And that time....it was romantic.
*THE END*
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