Author: SilentG
Title: What Happens in Vegas
Fandom: LO:CI
Pairing: B/A
Rating: M
Spoilers: Definitely, see individual chapter A/Ns.
Archive: Anywhere – no need to ask – just attribute, and let me know if possible
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: In Las Vegas for a conference of women in law enforcement, Eames finds herself in serious trouble. But when Goren arrives, is he actually there to help?
A/N 1: Urgh, I'm feeling the itch to write another WIP. I really hope I don't get the "Finale Flu" making it hard to finish after the Season 9 premiere… but I am fairly confident I'll still feel like writing LO:CI. I have to give credit for the basic plot to a poster "Anchoress" on the USA bulletin board, in the fanfiction section. She gave it to the fanfic community, for which I'm grateful because I suck at plots.
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CHAPTER ONE: ALEXANDRA
New York
2:05AM Monday morning
The light in the hotel room was dim, the appointments luxurious. Eames stood by the end of the bed in a lacy black peignoir, her face suffused with raw desire. Slowly, her eyes never leaving his, she unfastened the translucent robe and allowed it to slip sensuously from her shoulders. Bending over his long legs, she let her hair caress his bare skin as she slowly made her way up his body.
When she reached his hips she straddled him, running her small, strong hands over the now-familiar planes of his chest. Her lips parted as her face took on the classic Eames smirk. "I missed you," she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him.
He reached for her, running his fingers through her hair and over her body. His touch was confident and practiced. "I missed you too, Alexandra."
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Was she with him right now? It was just after 11pm in Vegas, they were probably just now getting to bed.
Bobby rolled over and groaned into his pillow. He didn't know what made him madder: the fact that he thought of her as Eames even when he was imagining her with another man, the fact that he was torturing himself with said imaginings yet again, or the fact that those thoughts were turning him on. No wonder she'd decamped for the conference without a backward glance despite their recent closeness. Some suitor he was, in his single bed in his bare apartment with his thoroughly professional relationship with his beloved partner. Yet, she had seemed a bit… No. He must have been imagining it. Why would she be reluctant to spend a week in bed with her husband?
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A/N 2: This fic isn't going to be out of chronological order (as far as I can see so far), but it will be jumping back and forth in time a little bit while it jumps geographically between NY and Vegas. And if anyone's confused, good! It's a bit convoluted, but it'll unfold satisfactorily. This is thoroughly B/A per usual, so don't fret. Even if you're a purist, like me (I don't like to read about them with other gf/bfs in the same fic, even if they end up together), bear with me. I promise it'll turn out.
BTW the only WIP I'm reading is Blues by Unicorn66, and some of her chapters are quite short, so I'm experimenting with that. Not sure if I'll stick with it, we'll see.
If you liked it, hated it, read it, pleeeease review!
WORDS: 1229 UPLOADED Thursday, March 25, 2010
Edited for section breaks June 28, 2010