Title: When In Vegas
Author(s): The Confused One & untapdtreasure
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Rated: M
Summary: When Goren & Eames go to Las Vegas to talk to a suspect. An implied layover causes a string of events. Just a little drabble really.
A/N: This was written back in 2007. It was beta'd and finally posted in 2012. I'm sure there could be more to this, but I'm trying to get our older stuff posted/updated. It's really short, but it's to the point.
Alex Eames stretched slowly. A soft groan escaped her lips. Muscles she hadn't even been aware of were protesting at even the slightest of movements. She was momentarily disoriented as she opened her eyes. The bed shifted and the naked man sharing her bed wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him in his sleep. The feel of him alone brought the events of the last twenty-four hours rushing back to her.
She smiled coyly as she rolled him onto his back and slipped her hand beneath the blankets. She began to stroke him with every intention to wake him so they could make love again.
When he began to stir, she watched his face in anticipation. Realizing that it hadn't given her the desired reaction, she pouted. Suddenly, an idea formed in her head. With a smirk, she moved under the blanket.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Her warm breath on his semi-aroused shaft caused him to stir slightly. She licked her lips to wet them. She let her tongue dart out and slip over just the head of his shaft. The taste and smell of him, of them, made her wet with desire. She moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around his ever hardening shaft.
One way or another, it was time to wake up.
Something hot and wet roused Bobby Goren from slumber. A smile played upon his lips as his eyes remained closed. He slid his right hand down his stomach and under the blanket to tangle his fingers in his temptress's hair.
"Don't stop," he groaned.
Opening his eyes he saw nothing of the woman literally blowing his mind. The blankets hid her completely from view.
Taking him deeper, she heard him gasp. She moaned deeply, letting the vibrations move through him.
He thrust his hips gently upward. He felt himself hit the back of her throat. This was almost his undoing. He grunted in pleasure.
Moving his left hand to his mouth, he saw the glint of gold as the Las Vegas sunshine flooded the hotel room. "What the…" he began to mutter until her small hand massaging his balls distracted him. "My God!" he growled as he held her head still.
As he thrust gently into her mouth, he released. All coherent thought was gone. His fingers loosened in her hair as he gave the final thrust of his hips. His eyes remained closed as he tried to catch his breath.
This woman would be the death of him.
She moaned as she gave a final suck and released him with a soft pop. She then trailed her tongue slowly up his body to his mouth. "Good morning," she purred lazily.
He knew that voice. Alex? His eyes snapped open meeting hers just as her mouth came down on his. The taste of himself on her lips was almost enough to get him hard again. His hand was on her arm starting to push her back gently, to stop her. The woman could kiss. It was a dream. It had to be. Instead of pushing her away, he slipped his hand up her arm to the nape of her neck as he deepened the kiss.
Her tongue delved deep into his mouth. He moaned as he gave into the kiss. His hands tangled in her hair again.
When the kiss broke, she settled against his chest. "Sleep good?" She drew her finger lazily around his belly button with the hand that held the gold band that matched his own.