Eames was still asleep when Goren entered the room, and walked over to the bed.
When he reached the bed, he sat down, the mattress collapsed under his weight, and contemplated Eames still asleep.
Goren should have left...
Not to go back to Eames...
And go home.
But he had to tell Eames about what happened between them that night.
What the hell...
How to wake her up.
Eames was naked...
And he didn't know how she would react to finding him here.
Maybe she wouldn't remember what had happened.
And if she did...
Instinctively he put his hand to his cheek, and his ears were ringing.
He had to expect the worst.
Slowly, he moved his hand toward Alex's naked body, but stopped.
Could he just...
God...
He looked like a teenager.
He took a deep breath, and took his courage in both hands, ready to undergo the wrath of Eames.
Gently, he placed his fingers on Eames' satiny skin, stroking it.
- Alex...
That it was this soft caress, which slipped along its back.
And that voice...
Soft and warm.
Gradually the voice began to make its way into her brain.
She knew that voice.
But his fingers on her body.
She woke up with a start.
Goren was startled by Eames' reaction and pulled his hand away, red-faced.
What the hell...
Didn't Eames know...
Didn't she see...
That she was naked.
And that in this position, sitting on her lap, he could see everything.
Embarrassed, he looked away, scarlet.
- What the...
Eames had not been mistaken.
That voice...
His fingers...
Were those of his partner...
Goren.
But how was it that he was there in her room.
No man had ever been in there since Joe died.
So why...
How.
And why was he looking away...
Not daring to look at her.
- You better put the sheet on...
Put on the sheet...
Eames all blushed, and mortified...
Realized she was naked...
Without a single piece of clothing on her.
But how...
And in front of Goren.
She becomes downright crimson.
- But...
Little by little, flashbacks came back to her memory.
Her body intermingled with Goren's.
My God...
She had...
She grabbed the sheet in her hand and threw it over herself, hiding, as if mortified with shame.
From Alex's reaction, Bobby knew she had just remembered what had happened between them last night.
- Alex...
With softness, he put his fingers on the sheet, pulled on it, trying to lower it.
But Eames, held it firmly.
- We need to talk about what happened...
Talk about what happened...
Goren was not serious.
And yet...
She should have known...
That knowing Goren...
He was going to want to have a discussion about it.
Eames was too ashamed.
She had totally let herself go...
Behaving like a slut.
- Please...
At her words, and the softness of her voice, Eames pulled down the sheet, revealing her face, all red.
She came face to face with two brown eyes looking at her.
- You don't have to be ashamed...
Not to be ashamed...
That was a good one.
Eames should have had more restraint...
And not given in on the second kiss.
But no...
She had completely let herself go...
Even asking him to touch her.
She had never been like that.
Gently, he brought his hand to her cheek, caressed it.
- What happened...
He put his hand on the back of her neck, blushing.
Damn...
How hard it was...
- It had to happen.
At his last words, he became even more red.
Eames pulled the sheet over his body, sat down on the bed, and reached out to Goren, and placed his hand on hers.
At the pressure of Eames' fingers on his hand, Goren felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode.
He turned his face towards Eames, coming face to face with his large hazel eyes that shone with softness.
Damn it...
Don't look at me in his eyes...
Or I won't be able to keep from jumping on you.
- Bobby...
At her name, Eames lips parted, her lips hypnotizing him, he was losing control.
With softness, he took the face of Alex between his hands, brought closer his face to his, and took possession of his lips with ardor.
With this kiss, Eames was set on fire all whole.
She was hot...
So hot.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, let slide the sheet, and lounged against him, crazy with desire.
God...
Eames was so hot...
And it drove him crazy.
Crazy with desire.
Goren wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her closer to him, grabbed her by the buttocks, which made Eames cry out...
Cry of surprise, and mixed of pleasure by so much of audacity.
He wrapped his legs around her waist, deepened his kiss, forced the passage of his teeth, and intertwined their tongues in a wild dance.
He let his fingers slide along the satiny skin of Eames.