(Just for the sake of this little fic, think Claire and Bobby have been a couple 
now for 
several months.) 

Sunday Surprise
by mardel 

Yeah  I stole this idea from one of my other fics, so if it looks a little 
familiar…..


Claire woke up slowly, expecting to find Bobby sleeping beside her, she was 
surprised to reach for him and find an empty bed. She opened her eyes and 
scanned the bed, and then the room around her. No sigh of him, but she knew him 
better than to believe he would have left without waking her. He always told her 
when he was leaving, sometimes he was called into work on a case when she 
wasn't. 

She sat up in bed, and stretched. Puzzled, he might just be downstairs making 
coffee. Claire noticed that Pavlov was also missing, that was it. Bobby might 
have taken the dog out. How silly of her to not have considered that before. Who 
was the paranoid one of the pair now? 

Just as she decided to settle in for a little more sleep. It was Sunday morning 
after all she heard the door slam downstairs. Pavlov ran into the room followed 
by Bobby he was carrying a box, which he set on the dresser near the door. 
Claire noticed he looked rumpled, he'd thrown on the shirt from the night before 
a blue polo he looked especially good in. It was well worn and clung to the 
contours of his chest, revealing his powerful build. He was wearing a pair of 
tan shorts from the day before as well. He looked sexy as hell, but then she 
almost always thought that about Bobby. 

"Hi, I wanted to get back before you woke up. Pavlov and I made a little run to 
the bakery for your favorite." Bobby bent over her in the bed and kissed her, a 
soft tender good morning kiss. 

"Bobby that is so sweet of you. You spoil me, and I'll get fat if you keep 
buying me food as a surprise." She complained, but only half heartedly. 

"Nah, you won't get fat and even if you did that would just be more of you to 
love. Stay there and I'll get the coffee." He held up his hand for her to stay 
in bed. 

Claire wondered if  he had something else in mind, if he was so worried  about 
her staying put. 

Bobby retuned with two mugs of coffee, and set them on the dresser as well. 
He toed off his shoes and picked up the baker box, "Now you have a choice."

"A choice that sounds interesting. I choose you." She giggled and tugged on the
tail of  his shirt pulling him off balance and on top of her. 

"Hey, be careful, you want to eat this not wear it." Bobby yelped. 
He tried to prevent himself from landing completely on top of Claire but in 
trying to not land on her and keep from dropping the pasty box he missed. The 
box sprang open and one of the cream filled roles landed on Claire's chest.

That made her giggle all the harder. 
"I think you're going to have to help me clean this up," she eyed Bobby's 
reaction closely as she lifted a finger full of cream from her skin and licked 
it off with the tip of her tongue. 

Bobby's plans for breakfast in bed were quickly replaced by visions of them 
making love again, and the cream filled treats were playing a major supporting 
role. His eyes darkened noticeably as he set the box aside and braced over 
Claire.
"You want me to help you clean this off?" Bobby's voice dropped a few notches
as he leaned in and licked the sweet filling off her body. 

Claire watched him, for a moment then sighed and leaned her head back. 
"That's the idea Love." 

Bobby kissed, and licked, spilling more of the cream filling out of the 
confection then feeding the rest to Claire. He pushed the ribbon strap of her 
gown off her shoulder and captured her nipple in his warm mouth, the taste of 
the sweet filling still on his tongue. Claire moaned, and tugged at his shirt, 
pulling up over his head. Bobby stopped his attentions long enough to help her 
get him undressed. Then he was back nuzzling her, kissing and tasting. Claire 
had wanted to get him started but he was doing such a wonderful job, she was 
helpless beneath him. 
"Bobby please, don't torture me." She was past the point of just wanting him,
she needed him now. 

"You started this little game, now you have to play by my rules." He continued 
to suckle on her body. His hands stroking, and caressing. But she needed more 
than that, she could feel his arousal against her hip, but he didn't seem in any 
hurry.

"You taste so sweet, we might have to make this a regular little Sunday wake 
up." Bobby teased. 

"I wouldn't complain, I'll have to give you a turn next." She wanted him to 
continue, but he was still prolonging things, much longer than she would have
liked. 

Bobby could tell she was more than ready for him, so he kissed her abdomen one
last time and moved over her. He took it slow, giving her time to savor the
experience they reached the peak almost together, both of them calling out each
other's name. 

Claire lay beside him for several minutes with out speaking afterwards. She 
turned to look at him, she loved him so much. She would never have guessed that 
the rough, tough Bobby Hobbes she'd met two years before was the same man that 
took her breath away and made her insides melt with just a smile. 
He was gentle and sweet, caring and tender. His protective nature, and off beat 
humor part of his endearing charm. 

"Thank you for the surprise, I love you Bobby." 

"My pleasure," He grinned, "I love you too, you sure keep things interesting. 
Maybe that's where your nickname came from, Keepie." 

"Bobby, stop that, you know I don't like that name." she moved over him to 
tickle him. It was the only offensive action she could take against him that had 
any effect. That or hitting him with a pillow. 

"Hey, no far, you agreed." Bobby laughed, he hated it when she tickled him. 

"I only agreed for that day, not forever." Claire continued to tickle him, along 
his ribs and a spot up near the inside of his arm. 

"Ok, Ok I give. I won't call you Keepie." Bobby was laughing so hard he could
hardly catch his breath. 

"I win, now kiss me." Claire lay on top of him, she loved feeling all of him 
over her under her, beside her. She couldn't seem to satisfy her craving for 
him. 

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