He could still feel her lips on his wrist. Dry and warm. Her hushed breathing.

He sat alone in his apartment. For the first time in a long time wishing he wasn't. He pushed his mind to think of some minor detail about their most recent case. A reason to call her. Goren looked at the time. Only ten PM.

He picked up his cell phone. Then set it back down. He eased back into his couch. Loosening his tie. Exhaling hard. He let his fingers drag along the silk, remembering the fabric was wound around her eyes, just hours before.

He could still feel her lips on his wrist.

Goren moved to his desk. Cutting on the small but extremely bright light. Going through the motions of reviewing case information.

He gave up. Tossing his ink pen on the desk, sitting back heavily in his leather desk chair, cursing under his breath. He reached into the lowest desk drawer, his hand slowly trailing the tops of the folders, until he found what he was looking for.

He pulled out a manila folder. The one he had intended for her to select, the first time he took her into that empty office. Inside was a picture of Eames he took, years ago. It was a candid. Goren felt it captured...her. If a picture is worth a thousand words than this image of Eames spoke volumes. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling, the light picking up the highlights in her darkly blond hair. She appeared small but sturdy. Sitting at her desk in major case. He never knew what she was laughing about that day, but he kept the picture with him, in that manila folder, in his leather notebook everyday since the years ago it had been taken.

Under it. He added the paper she had given him. 500 lines that he must have read 500 times since the day he received it. Analyzing her hard-pressed but fluid handwriting. Noticing how the neatness of her writing faded as she neared the end of the task. He re-read it again.

And then he saw it. On the back of the paper near the bottom of the page. All of the sentences should have been the same size and length. But this one seemed shorter somehow.

Goren rarely missed details. His lungs filled with more air than usual. He didn't know how he could have missed it, as many times as he had read this paper before. She made a mistake. She forgot the "not". One little line out of the 500 stated, I will touch Robert Goren's things without permission. He grit his teeth and smiled.

He could still feel her lips on his wrist.

Eames made herself a cup of tea and settled into the middle of her bed, wearing her winter pajamas. She could still hear Bobby's low but furious breathing as he brought himself to climax over top of her. She let the steam from her cup hit her face and nose and smiled. He was proving himself to be a bold and restrained, yet forceful lover.

Eames was no stranger to men who were rough around the edges, her father had been a city cop for years, and when he drank, could get rowdy around the house. She understood him better, now that she was a Detective. The job could be more than stressful.

Her phone buzzed on the bed next to her. GOREN. She felt a small flip of excitement.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you busy?"

He sounded more casual and relaxed than usual.

"No, why?" she asked, slightly disappointed his voice didn't hold the same sexual intensity as his last late night call.

"Well, uh- I know it's kind of late, but did you want to meet up? I wanted to talk to you about something. Or I can come over there...are you home?"

She paused for a moment.

"Yeah, I just got into bed."

He gripped the phone more tightly. She finished,

"But you can stop by... I wasn't about to sleep...just relaxing."

"Okay. See you in a few." He hung up the phone quickly, before he could say anything stupid. Exhaling.

She saw him through the peephole, shifting his weight oddly in front of her door. She opened it slowly, peeping her head around the corner with a weak smile. Their eyes met. He felt softened by her. His voice low, but sweet.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." She curled her lip playfully and let him in.

"Do you want some tea?" she asked.

"Sure." He said, stepping into her living room, removing his coat and scarf. Eames took in the sight of him. His thick shoulders under a thin black sweater, his long legs in jeans. She felt like she could hear his hard grunts from earlier buzzing in her ears again.

She handed him a steaming hot peach tea, her fingers brushing his as the mug exchanged between their hands. His eyes met hers again, filled with something softer, than she had seen in him in a long time. She decided, perhaps his release earlier in the day was good for him, he seemed settled. Peaceful.

She gave him a small smile. "I need to use the little girl's room." He nodded okay and she slipped down the hallway, towards the bathroom.

Goren took the few moments he was left unattended in Eames apartment, to take in the details of her home. She was clean. Her home had an obvious feminine touch. He decided she favored cremes, light floral prints, and vanilla scents.

She came back more quickly than he was expecting. Her pajamas hanging loosely over her tiny frame. She smoothed some of her hair back.

"So what did you want to talk about, Bobby?"

"Oh-uh...this." Goren dug into his jeans pocket, cocking his neck hard. He stepped towards Eames, standing in the hallway, walking around her and then craning over her shoulder. He unfolded the paper behind her back and then presented it to her, swooping his arm around her waist to put the paper into view. She held her breath. She recognized it immediately.

"Eames..." his voice low, he took another step closer to her, his body behind hers, just inches between them."...do you know what is wrong with this?"

Eames felt her insides lock tight. She didn't know what he meant or in which direction he was taking this. She decided silence was best. Goren wasn't going to accept it.

"Do you?" he asked again, this time his voice more demanding. She exhaled hard.

"Here." he pointed with his long finger to the line in question. His voice turning more sensuous. "... read this one here...out loud."

Eames voice escaped in a light hush.

"I will touch Robert Goren's things without permission."

She saw the error now and became aware of her pulse, even but quick. Goren's eyes darkened. He let his eyes fall to her small shoulders, her pajama top hanging over her shoulder blades. He spoke the words, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Take off your shirt."

Eames debated quickly, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her blinds and curtains were open. Her windows faced the street. She wasn't expecting to be seen...by her neighbors...or Bobby. His voice cut into her thoughts,

"Now."

She pulled the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. Goren made no moves to look at her front, her bare breasts exposed to the cool air. Goosebumps rose on her flesh.

Her back was revealed to him. Toned, lightly tanned, delicately shaped. The seam of her panties peeking over her pajama pants. He saw the small bumps rise across her skin.

"Are you cold?"

Eames nodded, turning her head slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of him behind her. His voice was harsh with desire.

"Don't move."

She stopped and closed her eyes. She sensed him behind her, then felt his warm breath on her skin as feigned opened mouth kisses across her back. Not allowing either one of them the pleasure of actually feeling his lips. He moved his mouth and head painfully slow, hovering his touch centimeters above the smooth skin of her back. Covering her in warm fluttering air. Goren closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath.

He could still feel her lips on his wrist.

Eames released a small cry of pleasure, feeling the trembling within her, spill to the outside. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to move. He spoke, voice brimming with arousal,

"Bend over and pull down your pants and panties."

She did, this time without thinking, and without care for her neighbors seeing her. Goren dropped to his knees behind her, trying to obtain a closer view. When she pulled the panties down, Goren watched how the flesh on her hips and butt, moved as the fabric slid down. He swallowed hard and continued his warm air assault. Breathing now on her thighs, hips, and ass, careful not to touch her and careful not to blow on her most sensitive area. Moving his mouth as if his lips could taste her skin....he almost could. He felt himself swell, seeing her inner thighs moist. Now, it was her voice cutting into his thoughts,

"Bobbyyy." a husky plea.

This was turning into torture. His own throbbing wasn't helping. He got up from his knees and walked down the hall towards her bedroom, she followed his lead, self-consciously covering her breasts with her hands, but stepping out of the pajama pants, leaving her clothes on the floor.

When they entered the room, she saw him finally. The look on his face....pure want. He made her feel so sexy. She dropped her hands covering her breasts and his eyes dropped to view her full, supple, breasts. He licked his lips.

"Bobby." Eames said again. He acted like he didn't hear her.

"Lay on the bed on your back." He went and stood on the wall opposite the foot of her bed, needing the distance to stop him from ripping into her in that instant. Eames obeyed, laying her head on her huge pillows. Goren frowned and and motioned his finger in a downwards circle, motioning for her to lay the opposite way, head at the food of the bed. She did and now she saw him, upside down in her view, walking towards her. He dropped to his knees again, at the end of the bed and they looked into each others faces upside down.

Then she felt them. His hands. Large and warm on her breasts. He couldn't wait another second. She closed her eyes instinctively and let out a moan from his touch. Amazed, something so simple could feel so good. She opened her eyes grateful to be able to see him now, and looked at him again, seeing that his eyes were closed, his mouth open slightly, his dark hair and eyes, even more striking in her dim bedroom. He let his hands and fingers trail up to her shoulders and then he surprised her. Pulling roughly on her collarbones, sliding her body along the bed. She cried out, one part startled, two parts sexual rush. He yanked her, until her head was dangling upside down off the foot of the bed.

Everything started moving so fast. She saw Bobby's trembling hands fumble with his zipper and and belt buckle, his entire body exuding heat. His placed his large hand on the side of her face, his palms warm and slick,

"Open your mouth."

Before she could even move her lips, his massive swollen head was pressed against her lips, begging for entry. His hand stroking his length, inches from her face. She loosened her jaw and allowed him in. He moaned, more loudly than either one of them was expecting, and slid his hand behind her head. Eames wanted to lift her neck, her head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, was causing the blood to rush. Her face was turning pink. But Goren began a slow even pump into her mouth, letting his free hand massage her breast, running his fingernail around her nipple, his other hand supporting the back of her head as he stroked into her. Her warm tongue lapped gently on the underside of his member. His strokes increased, matching his breathing. Eames felt herself becoming dizzy, his size was reducing her air supply and the blood continued to rush, her face now a deep red. Then she felt him, push into her mouth, beyond what her gag reflex would allow. She coughed around him and attempted to turn her head to release him from her mouth. He pulled up some of her hair and kept her head steady, pumping now almost rapidly, beginning to groan unconciously. Eames felt hot tears leave her eyes, Bobby had lost all regard for the limitations of her throat, nearing the point of no return. He thrust with brute force, feeling Eames cough and gag around him, spit running across her now crimson cheeks and face. He lost it. Leaning his body over hers on the bed, his face now confronted with her thighs, the brief thought to sixty-nine her pushed away by his own thundering orgasm, seconds from the brink. He took his free hand, and gripped onto the soft skin of her thigh, muffling his moans now, by pressing his face into her inner thigh. He gave the back of her head one final push down to meet the deepest thrust he could and then snatched himself from her mouth, spewing hot semen across her face, neck, and hair as she coughed and sucked in air. He collapsed his forhead against her stomach. Taking in the afterglow, his breathing beginning to turn to normal. She really is going to be the death of me, he thought to himself.