Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Mr. Wolf, I thank you for creating such yummy characters!
Characters' thoughts are in italics. I truly don't know when something jumps from T to M. I think this is getting close, but to me, personally, we are still in the strong PG-13 to weak R. You decide...
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Chapter Three
Suddenly, they were face to face. Inches apart from each other. Goren continued to hold Eames' waist tightly. He was almost glaring at her. He looked into her eyes and he saw them bright and dancing with delight. What? His partner had him completely thrown off.
"What's the matter, Bobby, can't you handle a strong woman?", she teased.
"That's where you're wrong, Eames. I can handle anything you can throw at me. Just watch." He was daring her now. He figured he better come on just as strong as she is or else things were going to get very out of hand. He figured his reply would slow her down, snap her back to reality.
He figured wrong. Instead of slowing her down, his dare only encouraged her.
"Well then," she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck and began playing with the hair that ran along the collar of his shirt. He closed his eyes. He was trying desperately to hold his emotions in check. Then she pulled her hand towards his face and lightly brushed her fingers over his ears, lingering there and making small circles around the lobes. It wasn't working, he thought.
He could feel his body surging alive. His stomach was beyond stirring. Every muscle in his body was aching. When she was done exploring his ears, her fingers continued their journey. They moved along his jaw, down his neck and then across his chest. She held her hands on his chest where she found his nipples. She massaged them through his shirt.
"Eames". He said in a low pleading voice. He couldn't get anymore out. Just her name.
"What Bobby, cat got your tongue?". Is she enjoying my misery?
He opened his eyes and saw the most seductive look he has ever seen. Apparently so.
"Alex".
"Oh, so now I'm Alex?", she had a small smile that - to him - looked almost evil at this point. "So, this is what it takes to get you to call me by my first name? I'll have to remember that", she snarked.
"Alex, please stop this right now, or so help me God I'll -", he got that far then she cut him off.
"If I don't stop you'll what, Bobby? What will you do if, say, I did this?", and she leaned in closer so her crotch was right up against his groin. Goren groaned despite his best effort not to.
Hearing him groan urged her on yet again. She pressed against him harder, feeling his erection growing. Now it was her turn to gasp.
It was as if her sharp intake of breath made Goren spark back into action. While she was still pressed in closely, he grabbed her ass and leaned his hips into hers, pressing himself as close to her as he could without actually being inside of her. He held her like that while he leaned his mouth close to her face and whispered, "Eames, payback's a bitch".
He moved his face directly in front of hers, smirked, and raised his eyebrows at her.
Eames was overcome with a sudden flush of panic. He read it right away. Gotcha!
"What's the matter, Alex, can't you handle a strong man?". He was using her words to torment her.
"Bobby, I -"
"No, 'Bobby, I', nothing's gonna get you out of this. You started it... can you finish it?"
With that, he seemed to go into hyper-drive. He pulled her up unto his right leg. His right arm moved along her bare back until it was grabbing the flesh of her waist. His left hand slid along the inside of her left thigh. He was slowly moving his hand back and forth while his eyes held hers.
Then, Goren looked down to take in the sight of Alex sitting on his lap. She looked so beautiful. So sexy. He watched his hand rub against her skin. It looks so natural. He couldn't help but look at that blouse and how it splayed open as she sat there wrapped in his arms. Her belly was taut and inviting. He needed to touch it.
He moved his hand away from her thigh and slid it over her abdomen. That was when he felt it. She has a fucking belly ring?! His eyes grew wide as he bent his head down to take a look. Yes! It was a simple heart shaped diamond.
She watched his reaction to his find and it made her whole body shake. He looked back at her face then leaned his mouth in the same direction.
"Eames, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen", he growled into her ear.
He pulled back, caught her eyes again for a moment, then leaned back in. He growled again, "you have no idea what you're doing to me right now".
His mouth started roaming, this time he found her neck. He began kissing and sucking. God, she tastes incredible. He was moaning and saying things she couldn't quite hear. He knew he was losing it.
Oh, my God. He is amazing. She felt herself crumbling.
He went back to her thigh massage. Again, he met her eyes and waited to see her reaction as his fingers crept further and further up inside her skirt with each stroke of his hand.
"Jesus, Bobby, not here", she was breathless and pleading with him now. "Don't do this here".
"Baby, this is just the beginning of what I want to do to you and I'll do it anywhere I want."
It's a good thing she was sitting, because with that statement, she felt her whole body go weak.
But, she needed him to stop where his fingers were heading. It's not that she really wanted to stop him; but she couldn't let this happen sitting in a club on a bar stool.
She found his mouth and kissed him. She placed a few gentle kisses around his lips at first just to get his attention. She got it. He stopped tormenting her thigh and placed both hands on her face.
Then he kissed her so deeply that for the third time in the span of ten minutes, she felt as though she would collapse. My God, he's a good kisser!
Eames pulled away to catch her breath. He buried his face in her neck.
They stayed that way, both trying to figure out the next step.
Is this really happening?
Are we just caught up in the moment?
Could he really feel the same way I do?
Can she really feel the same way I do?
They were desperate to touch, taste, feel each other again. But suddenly they were both too afraid to make that move.
Then, Eames heard her phone. Shit.
"It's Ross", double shit!
"Eames, we've got another girl. She's three blocks away from you". She couldn't believe her ears. He gave her the address and told her to get there right away.
"Yes, captain. We'll be right there". She looked at him and shook her head.
"It looks like he hit again, we've gotta go".
"Oh, Okay, but I - I'm just going to need a minute, to, uh, collect my, uh, thoughts". He turned himself so he was facing the bar. She realized he was trying to calm his body.
"Sure, um, I'll hit the ladies room while you do that". She smirked at him then walked away.
While she was gone, he kept replaying what just happened. He knows he should be ashamed and guilty, but he's not. He knows her reactions were real. It wasn't because of being in character. Could this be the start of something more for me and Eames? Could she really want that, too? He was wondering that when she came up next to him.
She waited for him to look up. She wanted to make sure they were 'back to normal', before they left. She put her hand on his arm.
"Goren. Wow. That was… wonderful", he held her gaze and she continued, "we don't have to let it sit there like the '300 pound gorilla' in the room, but let me say that that is something I'll never forget". She smiled at him, turned and walked out.
Okay, what the hell did she mean by that?
He caught up to her right before they left the bar.
"Uh, hey Eames?", he walked up behind her and spoke softly in her ear, "if we have to do another undercover thing like this, can you please not wear that shirt? It's been driving me crazy all night".
She turned to him with a huge smile on her face. God, that smile!
"I'll take it into consideration".
Now, what the hell did she mean by that?
Then off they went to check out the new crime scene.
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