A/N: This chapter is definitely a 'T' rating...I don't think it's enough for 'M', but definitely a 'T'...
Logan stretched out his long legs and tried to twist the kink out of his back. He looked across the aisle at Goren and noted that he didn't look any more comfortable, folded into a seat that was definitely not built for a guy his size. He shifted his gaze to the seat next to him, where Kelsey was looking out the window. She glanced at him and smiled. He smiled back. "Hard to believe that's going by at 500 miles an hour," he said, nodding his head toward the ground.
She leaned closer to him and said, "That'll be one heck of a bounce if we lose altitude and hit the ground."
"Bounce?" he retorted with a gleam in his eye. "We wouldn't bounce, sweetheart. We'd make one hell of a crater."
She laughed and he gave her an affectionate hug. He didn't blame Goren one bit for the deep affection he felt for this spunky kid. He felt it, too. She was one of those people that just hit you right in the heart and stayed there. He seriously doubted there was another person, except for Alex, who could have convinced Goren to take this trip.
They were beginning their descent into Phoenix. He reached across the aisle and nudged Goren. "You reserve a car?"
"Yeah."
"It better not be a hatchback. I'll walk."
Goren laughed softly. "It's not. I figured an SUV would be most practical. The reservation is kind of remote."
He raised his eyebrows. "Define 'kind of remote'."
"Let's just say there's not a McDonald's on every corner."
"How did I let you talk me into this?"
"I don't have a cat for you to feed."
"Oh, yeah."
He leaned back in his seat. Turning to Kelsey, he said, "Your grandfather doesn't live in a teepee, does he?"
"Wrong tribe, Mike. The traditional Navajo home is a hogan, and Grandpa does have one on his land, but he lives in a house. He actually got indoor plumbing when I was little."
He turned back to Goren. "Is it too late for me to change my mind?"
"Yes."
"Shit. Did I tell you that you owe me?"
Goren just smiled and leaned back, closing his eyes. Logan snorted. "He thinks I'm kidding."
Kelsey laid a gentle hand on his arm. "You want him to heal, don't you?"
"You think this witchy voodoo whatever can heal him?"
"There's no voodoo involved. This medicine man is well-experienced in dealing with skinwalkers, and yes, I think he can heal him."
"They get lots of them out here, huh?"
"Enough."
He sighed. "Um, am I correct in assuming there are no nearby hotels?"
"Yes. We'll stay with Grandpa. He doesn't have a large home, but we're welcome there."
He opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. "I think I'll leave everything else as a surprise. I'm getting nervous."
She laughed softly and leaned her head against his shoulder. He sighed. What had he gotten himself into?
Goren stared at the ceiling in the dim light. In the bed beside him, Eames was snuggled into his side and sleeping soundly. To say that he was nervous about this was an understatement. His hand absently rubbed his side and he winced. He had no idea what else to do and he was sick to death of getting poked, prodded, scanned and jabbed with needles. They'd drawn so much blood since he collapsed at that crime scene the week before, he was certain he was now anemic. But traveling across the country to see a Navajo medicine man...it seemed as drastic as it was unfamiliar.
His uncertainty served to feed his restless anxiety and he was entirely unable to sleep. He knew what he could do that would deal with that anxiety for a little while and at least enable him to sleep, and his gaze kept straying to the woman nestled into his side with her hand splayed on his chest. But he was reluctant to waken her. It had been a long day and it was late when Logan and Kelsey retired to their rooms. Eames had been exhausted and was sound asleep by the time he got out of the shower.
Granted, she never complained when he woke her but it was enough dragging her across the country to support him in this. But his eyes continued turning to her and that made matters worse. Well, maybe he should give it a try, waking her and seeing how she reacted. If she was intent on her sleep, he could always simply take another shower...
He ran his fingers along her arm to her shoulder and kissed her forehead as he traced a circle over her shoulder. She grunted and shifted, but remained sleeping. He smiled and gently nuzzled the side of her head, kissing and nipping at her ear as his hand ran lightly down her side. A subtle change in her breathing encouraged him. He continued to use his mouth to play with her ear as his hand breezed over her hip and he brought his other hand trailing up her abdomen, around the swell of one breast and then the other. As he moved his mouth to her neck, his hand traced and teased her nipples and she groaned. He didn't even try to suppress the shudder that coursed through his body, and he tongued the hollow at the base of her neck on his way to the other side of her head as her hands began to play across his skin. It was his turn to groan as her hips thrust forward against him and he nipped her earlobe.
Turning her head toward him, she sought out his mouth, thrusting her tongue between his lips as her hand grasped him and stroked up and down along his length. He groaned deeply into her mouth as she slid her body on top of his and settled onto him. Gasping, he buried his face in her hair and groaned her name. It didn't take long for either of them to climax and she collapsed onto his body as he stroked her back and kissed her.
Against his ear, she whispered, "What was that all about?"
She knew him too well. "I just...needed you."
It was all the explanation she needed. Snuggling against him, still resting on top of his body, she stroked his sides and smiled as he trembled. "Bobby, be honest with me. Are you scared?"
"No, not scared. Just...apprehensive. I...couldn't sleep...and..." He trailed off and softly kissed her. "Thank you."
Sighing softly, content, she slid down beside him, settling her head into the hollow of his shoulder and draping one leg over his. He placed a light kiss on her forehead and tightened his arm around her. Her hand trailed slow circles over his chest and stomach, and he drifted off to sleep.
