Rob woke with a start as a blindfold was put around his eyes. He lashed out but then stopped when he was kissed passionately. He knew that kiss. Catwoman.

"Quiet or you'll wake her," she said in a husky whisper.

"What's with the blindfold?" he asked, tugging at it.

"Keep it on," she demanded, and pulled him out of bed.

He felt her lead him into the bathroom. He heard the door close softly behind them. He was pushed up against the door and was kissed passionately. Rob responded on instinct, he kissed her back without thought, his hands clumsily skimmed over her body.

"Why won't you tell me who you are?" he asked, when she finally pulled away.

She put her hand to his cheek and stroked his face."I don't want to put you in any danger."

 He turned to press a kiss on the hand on his cheek. "Are you in trouble?"

 Her hands moved to his chest and ran over his pecs. "Nothing I can't handle," she answered and kissed his cheek.

 Rob touched the band around his eyes."You're pretty good at these things. I can't see a damn thing."

She chuckled, "That was the plan."

"Why are you here?"

"I was dying to kiss you. To touch you," she said, kissing him again, her tongue sliding into his mouth seductively.

Rob groaned, he pulled her to him. He felt her slender, bare waist. His hand dropped a few inches, and felt cotton shorts. His hands went up her back to a cotton tank top. Her long soft hair spilled down her back and his fingers dug in its silkiness. He wondered what color it was. His lips traveled down awkwardly to her neck.  He wished that he could see what he was doing. Could see her. With his lips he felt that she was wearing a necklace of some type. She pressed hips against him and his hands traveled to her shorts, caressing the softness under them. She groaned in response.

Rob touched the blindfold again. "Please, let me take it off," his voice came out hoarsely.

"No. Not now," she said, taking his hand away.

"Tell me what's going on. Please, tell me what I can do. You say that you know who I am. I want to know you. I want to help you."

"I do know you, so I can't tell you. I don't need your help. You need mine. And I will help you. But my methods, I have reason for. I hope you will accept that and can understand that."

"I'm trying."

"Tell your boys to back off of me. I will help, if they want it. But not with them looking for me."

"How'd you know that they were looking for you?"

"The same way that I know who you are, Ben."

He flinched at the sound of his real name on her lips."How do you know that?" Rob asked, surprised that she actually knew his real name.

"You'll have to be patient," Catwoman said, kissing him.

Rob sighed, "I don't think I can." For many reasons: his job, his feelings for her, his feelings for Ryan. God, Ryan! He thought he was going to lose his mind watching her being so happy with Xavier. But he wasn't going to get in the way. She deserved to be happy. And he wasn't for her, he couldn't be, he was almost twice her age! Rob leaned his head back against the wall and sighed.

She sighed too. "Come on," Catwoman said, taking his hand, "I'll lead you back to bed."

"My roommate. She sleeps light."

"I know. I slipped ear plugs in her ears. It's fine."

"You're good," Rob said admiringly.

"The best."

"You're one of us, aren't you? You're my partner." 

"In more ways than one," Catwoman murmured and kissed him again, literally bringing him to his knees. "Are you dizzy?" she asked concerned, grabbing his arm as he went down.

"You. You make me dizzy. Come here," Rob said reaching for her. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her again. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Do I have to wait until the assignment is over to see your face?"

"You've seen my face."

"How can I have and not known?" Rob asked, touching his hand to her cheek.

"I'm the best," she said with an arrogant laugh that he found extremely sexy.

"Do I like you at least?"

Catwoman laughed again. "I think so."

"Good."

"Stay with me," Rob insisted as Catwoman tucked him into the bed.

"I can't," she said, kissing his forehead.

"Soon?"

"We'll have to see, right?"

"Will you do this again?" Rob asked with a smile.

"I'll try."

"I kind of like the blindfold," he said mischievously.

"Next time we'll get out the handcuffs, huh?" Catwoman murmured with a low laugh.

"Don't tempt me."

"Now, count to one hundred, and then you can take it off."

"Okay. Oh, don't forget to pull out Ryan's ear plugs."

"You do it. After I leave. Otherwise, she might hear me."

"Okay," Rob agreed, and began counting. He heard the door open and close, but he continued to count as promised.

Rob pulled off the blindfold and blinked. Even though it was dark in the room there was light from the street, coming through the window, and he rubbed his eyes to adjust to the light. Ryan's back was to him. Great, he'd have a hell of a time getting to the other ear. Rob plucked the first ear plug out of her left ear. She rolled over, reaching up and rubbed at her ear. Her hand fell back down in sleep. He thanked God that she had rolled over.

He waited a few minutes as he watched her breathing pulling her back down into sleep. She was only wearing a bra and panties to bed. And he tried not to stare at the majesty as he watched her breathe. Rob knew he'd been turned on by his mysterious partner. And looking at Ryan lying there half naked wasn't helping. Her covers had come off to her hips, and he admired her curves, the toned muscle.

Rob rubbed his face. He was falling for two women, and there was nothing he could do about either of them. One was his partner, whom he didn't know who the hell she was or what she even looked like. The other was his best friend, and twelve years younger than him. Rob plucked the other ear plug out. Her hand came up to her ear and rubbed it. Her arm falling back behind her head. She shifted, the covers falling off her hips, off her legs. It killed him, absolutely killed him. She had a little thong number on. Thank God, he couldn't see the back or he'd be in even worse condition. Her legs were long, smooth and lethal. He'd never seen Ryan so undressed. So beautiful. Rob couldn't help but stare.

He knelt down on the floor next to her. He gently took the sheet, pulling it around her legs. Rob watched them disappear slowly under the sheet as he brought it up to Ryan's hips. His hand came down gently to her hip with the sheet. He moved the back of his hand slowly to her stomach. The back of his fingers stroked her body as he worked the sheet up to her chest. Rob looked at Ryan's face. She still slept. He let his fingers drop to her chest, to the roundness peeking out from the bra. She was incredibly soft, warm. Rob's fingers traveled to her neck. To her face. He bent down and kissed Ryan gently on the lips. Her lips moved under his and kissed back. Ryan's arms came around his neck. Her tongue met his. Rob's hand slipped to her chest and his hand slipped beneath fabric. She moaned. 

Rob climbed into the bed with her, on top of her. His mouth went to Ryan's breast. His tongue teased her nipple. Rob pulled at the band behind her back, releasing her from her prison. He rubbed at both of them, admiring their full beauty. Ryan hadn't fully awaken. Her eyes were heavy with sleep. She brought him down to her, pulling up at his shirt. Rob pulled it over his head and pressed flesh against flesh. His tongue entered her mouth again. His hands traveled down, and Ryan's legs came up around his waist. Rob felt the soft flesh of her behind. He traveled a hand inward. Ryan gasped. Rob continued to move his fingers into her. Soft, wet and ready. She moaned for him. Rob's hand traveled up to where he was sure would get an even greater response and Ryan trembled beneath him.

"I want you," she murmured.

"Ryan. God, I didn't mean to," Rob groaned, wanting her as well.

"I want you," she repeated, pulling him to her, feeling his want.

"We can't do this. God, I want to, but we can't. We can't," Rob sighed, moving his hands out of her, but still on her. He put his head in her shoulder, trying to fight against the pressure below his waist.

"Please, don't stop that," Ryan whispered, moving his hand back between her legs.

"You sure?" he asked.

"God, yes," she answered.

Rob smiled and continued to caress her. He tried to silence her by kissing her, but it made Rob want her more. "Ryan," he groaned as he felt an incredible spasm beneath his fingers, she cried out softly.

Ryan kissed him gently on the lips when it was over. "That was incredible. Thank you," she said, gasping for breath.

"No. Thank you," Rob told her, running a hand around her waist, met Ryan's lips again tasting her soft sweet lips. He wanted to kiss her forever, feeling such sweetness from her.

"What brought that on?" Ryan asked, touching his face.

"Incredible underwear," he said with a laugh, pulling at the strap at her rear.

"Oh, is that all?" she asked teasingly.

"An incredible body," Rob said, running a hand softly along her breasts in thought.

"Rob?" she asked.

"I guess we should talk about this," he said, quietly dropping his hand.

"If you want,"Ryan said hesitantly.

"I like you Ryan. There's no denying that I want you...But we're friends, and I kind of want to keep it that way," Rob told her gently, even though he didn't mean it. She was just too damn young.

Ryan chuckled self-disparagingly,"Friends with benefits?"

"It's not like that," he said defensively.

"Then what is it?" she demanded.

Rob  sighed. "I want to be with you. Really, I do. But I can't. Not now. And maybe not for quite a while. Don't ask me why. I just can't tell you right now."

"Alright," Ryan nodded slowly as if trying to process his lame explanation.

"You can understand that?" he asked surprised. Rob wasn't sure he understood himself. That was the most awkward explanation he'd ever given anyone on a case. He knew it wasn't fair to her, she deserved to know the truth why he couldn't be with her. But because of his job, he couldn't tell her.

"I understand perfectly. Just stay out of my bed until you can," she said bitterly. She didn't meant to sound so mean. Ryan totally got where he was coming from. She was in the exact same place and would have told Rob the exact same thing. And it hurt, it really hurt, not being able to say that she knew who Rob really was, because maybe it would simplify things. Maybe they could be together. Then again, maybe Ben only liked her because he thought she was an eighteen year old college girl. Some guys got off on that.

"Ryan," he sighed her name, more than said it.

"Rob... please. I'm fine with not being together. But not being together means ...not being together."

He sighed, "Okay," Rob said, pulling himself together. He didn't want to pull himself out of Ryan's bed. But he did so, and it hurt him more than he thought it could.

Rob got back into his own bed and stared at the ceiling. He heard Ryan get up and zip on some jeans.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back," she said, pulling a shirt over her head.

"Ryan," he said, leaning up on an elbow to look at her. The room was dark, but he could see a look of hurt on her face. And he had put it there. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You have nothing to be sorry about, okay?" she told him. Ryan came over and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Rob couldn't help but kiss her back. Ryan moaned in response and his hand involuntarily went into her hair. He deepened the kiss. She pulled away quickly. "No, b-...um, I'll be, I'll be back. I just need some air," she said, and left the room.

Rob put his hands to his head, running his hands through his hair, and pulled. "Shit," he cursed. He hoped she would be back. What the hell was he thinking? He supposed that was the problem, he wasn't. He should be concentrating on his job, but all he could think of was Ryan, and yes, sometimes the Catwoman too. He was really screwed. Rob didn't know how to get over his feelings. He'd never gotten so involved with anyone on a case before, it was not a good idea. Rob was seeing that now. All it could lead to was hurt. On all sides.