The contact lit his body on fire and he couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed her and pulled her into a dark corner. He pressed her body close against his body, stared intensely in her eyes and kissed her mouth.
It was unexpected and abrupt. She had barely had a chance to register what was happening before her body took over. The kiss was passionate and sloppy. His tongue drenched in whiskey got her drunk on history. His hands wrapped around her body and slid across her waist and cupped her butt pressing her against him. He knew it was probably the last thing he should do but the amount of alcohol he drank was pushing away all his inhibitions and every single rational thought.
She kissed him back just as hungry pulling his face to hers. He ran his mouth over her neck and the top of her breasts peeking out from her dress. She moaned softly, barely audible but he heard it. She became desperate for contact, gripping his shirt in her hands as she pulled him close against her so she could kiss his mouth. He tasted spicy. She could distinctly make out the cigarettes and whiskey concoction on his tongue. She moved her hands to the back of his head grabbing his hair in her fist and she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue thrusting sloppy and hard in her mouth. She sucked on his tongue as it retreated to thrust again. This time it was him moaning.
He was pushing himself against her to keep himself balanced. He backed her up against the wall and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He kissed her again but before he could do more, Eames had a moment of clarity. She broke the kiss, slid off of him and pushed him away, "Stop it, Bobby. He's just in the bathroom." She made an effort to compose herself and smooth her hair.
"I. Don't. Care." He stated huskily with conviction, dragging the words out slowly to make his point. It was the first thing he said that whole moment. There was a darkness in his eyes that both excited her and scared her. She knew he would never actually hurt her but this possessiveness was the most she's ever seen from him. He closed her in his space and let out a low guttural growl. Secretly, he wished Peter came by and found them like this. He wanted to show him. She's mine.
She knew he would revel in them getting caught just to throw it in Peter's face. He wanted to claim her body again so that no man could ever compare to him again. He continued roaming his hands on her body wanting to remind himself the way her body felt underneath the snug dress. He wanted so desperately to rip it off her. His fingertips caressed the skin near her slit.
"I do." She protested pushing him away. He groaned at the loss of contact. "I shouldn't have let it go this far." It's been so long since I've gotten laid, she tries to convince herself. If she can convince herself it's just hormones, she can lose herself with another guy instead of being fixated on Goren. Their situation was entirely too complicated, right now, right?
"Why him?" It hurt him that she picked the one guy he didn't want her with. He almost thought he would be okay if it was a random stranger but then he shook that thought away. Any man touching her, kissing her, fucking her would drive him insane. He was never this way about any other woman. If they moved on, so did he.
"Huh?" She was caught off guard and moved to fix her lipstick and wiping away any smears with her finger and some spit.
"Why did you choose him? Was it to hurt me? Or maybe you wanted me to get jealous."
"Not everything has to do with you. Maybe, I thought I deserved to be treated better. Whatever the reason, I don't have to explain myself to you."
He softened his voice. He loved her. Didn't she get that? "We are more than you will ever have with him, Alex."
She looked at him sadly, "you're probably right" and walked away leaving him in the dark corner.