How to tell him...
Him make understand.
Goren sat down on his bed, and took his face in his hands.
He couldn't confess to Eames...
That if he had behaved so badly to her in the beginning...
Kissing her, and forcing her to spread her thighs...
It was to make her run away.
The farthest from him.
Because he could no longer ignore what his heart was telling him.
He understood that by taking her place...
It wasn't just about their partnership.
But that he was madly in love with her.
And that he couldn't stand her beautiful hazel eyes on his face.
But after all...
Eames had stayed by her side.
She had even forgiven him...
His inappropriate gesture.
Goren had been in so much pain...
He couldn't bear to see his reflection in the mirror.
That awful scar that disfigured the whole left side of his face.
That he had sought by all means to hurt her.
To make her feel the pain he felt.
And above all...
To keep her away from this hateful man he had become.
But now...
Goren couldn't see himself living a day without Eames.
She was his ray of sunshine in his dark life.
He needed her...
Her presence.
And the thought of her leaving him...
was unbearable for him.
Good God...
What should he do...
What should he say to her.
Goren was lost.
Should he tell her what had on his heart...
Or try an approach.
I kill you...
His words went round and round in his head.
An approach...
Better to avoid...
Especially if he wanted to stay alive...
And not end up six feet under.
Since that evening...
Eames had warned him.
And it was better to avoid any approach.
But then how to make him understand without approach...
Should he still try...
At the risk of being killed by a bullet, by the little blonde.
Goren could not forget the kiss Eames had given him...
Her lips so soft on his...
Her tongue intertwined with his...
In a frenzied dance.
Goren's whole body burst into flames at the memory.
Good...
He had to be brave for once.
So Goren decided to take his courage in both hands, and got up from his bed, went to the door, and went out of his bedroom.
He walked towards the kitchen, where he could hear Eames busy himself.
When he reached the kitchen threshold, he stopped and took a deep breath before starting to speak.
- Alex... I must speak to you...
At his words, Eames stopped what she was doing, and moved towards Goren.
Arrival at the height of Goren, Eames put her hands behind her back, and raised his large hazel eyes to Goren's face, with a big smile on her lips.
- Yes... What is it Bobby...
My God...
Don't look at me like that...
That angelic face.
Who looked at him with such sweetness.
What he had...
Goren hesitated and was embarrassed by Eames' insistent gaze on him. He put his hand on the back of his neck and looked away, his cheeks flushed.
- I...
Eames brought his hand to Goren's chin, forced him to lower his face towards her, to look at her, and put his finger on his lips, making him shut up.
- I don't want words... I want gestures.
Of gestures...
Eames was she of him doing an proposing...
No...
It could not be possible.
He must be dreaming…
And to imagine things.
Eames didn't need words.
Now...
She wanted action.
She couldn't forget the kiss she'd given him...
And the little moan he'd had.
It meant he was not insensitive to her.
And so...
If Goren didn't take the lead...
She would.
And knowing him...
He would never make the first move.
Eames moved her hands up to Goren's face, took him between her hands, stood on her tiptoes, brought her face close to his, and gently took possession of his lips.
Goren was feling as an electric shock at this kiss.
Something that brought him back to life.
If he listened to himself...
He would take Eames in his arms and hold her close.
He would love to have her against him.
But he would never dare.
Especially not after what he had done.
In addition...
Goren didn't know how to take it.
So it was better to be careful.
Eames brought his hands to Goren's, and wrapped them around his waist.
- Touch me...
Pardon...
Had he heard right...
Was he dreaming...
Eames wanted him to touch her.
- Yes... I want you to touch me.
At her words, Eames blushed violently for her audacity, for having dared to say out loud what she was thinking softly, making Goren turn scarlet.
- But you said to me...
Eames put a small smile on her lips, and shook her head in denial.
Yes...
She had told him that she would kill him if he tried anything again.
But this time...
It was different.
She wanted Goren to touch her.
Eames didn't know how to tell her...
To make him understand...
What was in her heart.
That she finally understood what her heart was telling her.
That she was in love with him.
- You don't want to...
At Eames' sad little voice, Goren felt his heart clench, and rebel.
Not wanting...
Had he heard right...
Eames really wanted him to touch her.
And God damn it...
How he wanted it.
But he realised not always.
It was too good to be true.
- Bobby...
At Eames' small, questioning voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, meeting two large hazel eyes that looked at him, shining with hope.
Goren had to be honest for once...
And stop hiding.
- Yes... Goren paused, and took his courage in both hands. I want to touch you...
At his own words, Goren turned even redder, under an Eames who was looking at him, her cheeks pink.
So Goren wanted to touch her.
So it was decided.
Tonight...
Eames had not been able to forget his few little kisses, which had set her on fire all over.
And yet...
She had done everything to forget.
But she couldn't.
- You...
At her words, Goren, for the first time in his life, let down all his barriers.
Goren couldn't hold back any longer.
He wanted to touch Eames...
And it was so strong.
So he brought his hands to Eames' face, took him gently, and took possession of his lips with ardor, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
Eames let out a little cry of pleasure, clung to him.
- I want you Alex... Goren's voice was warm, vibrating with desire. So loud…
So Goren wanted her...
She who had hoped for so much.
- I can't hold back anymore...
At this admission, Eames turned pink with pleasure, and nodded his head.
- Do with me what you want...
At her words, Goren put his hands under Eames' thighs, lifted her in his arms, and guided her to the bedroom.
Arriving in the room, his precious burden in his arms, Goren walked to the bed, where he gently deposited Eames.
Eames wrapped her arms around his neck, drew him against her, lay down with his back to the bed.
- I promise to be very tender... Eames, with pink cheeks of pleasure, nodded. But if you ever want me to stop...
Eames shook his head in denial.
No.
Tonight...
She wanted to belong to Goren, body and soul, and nothing would stop her.
So Goren lowered his face to Eames', and took possession of her lips with infinite gentleness, intertwining their tongues in a slow dance.
Eames wrapped her legs around his waist, and brought her hands to Goren's half-ebony, half-ashen curls, buried her fingers in them.
Goren let his fingers roam Eames' body.