Here is some more. Mostly filler but setting up some of the end. I'm planning to end a little after Purgatory. We'll see how much I drag it out because I don't want to be done with them. I love Eames. She shines a bit again here.
Not Beta'd so I'm sure they'll be mistakes.
She entered his apartment and was surprised to find it absolutely silent, that is until she reached his bedroom and found him sleeping soundly, snoring with each exhale. She smiled. Finally, he takes my advice.
She ran her hand across his forehead and found it to be clammy and sweaty to touch. She ran her hands through his damp hair and kissed him on his cheek. She didn't want to stir him any further because she knew that he needed all the sleep he could get. She was concerned that he was still having nightmares. He didn't really talk much about what went down in Tate's besides what was on the official record and what she could read between the lines. She knew it had to be traumatizing as she knew a thing about post traumatic nightmares. She didn't wish any more pain for him. He had enough already and she hated that he didn't have work to serve as a distraction. She knew Bobby was torturing himself and hoped that he would at least open up in therapy but knew better. She grabbed a cup of water that she placed on his nightstand. It was a routine he now needed due to nightmare reminders of his dehydration in Tate's.
She stripped comfortably to slip underneath the blankets with him. She placed his head against her chest as he unconsciously curled his body towards her. She enjoyed the feeling of the weight of his body and the sound of him sleeping soundly. She would do anything to get him back to where he belonged, beside her doing what he did best.
After a couple of undisturbed hours, where Eames had fallen asleep alongside him, he stirred out of her grasp. How long had I been sleeping? He glanced at his watch and clocked about 6 hours. That's actually pretty good. His clothes stuck to his body with sweat. He hated that feeling. It reminded him of the hot blinding lights and heat from being next to the boiler room. His skin became itchy upon that thought. He marveled at the brain's ability to impart symptoms physically that were created mentally. He grounded himself to reality with a couple deep breaths and stretches. He grabbed the glass of water to his left and downed it. He returned back to her sleeping body and grasped her hand gently to his lips and let it fall, then he stripped out of his clothes.
He stepped into a cold shower. It was a shock to his body that caused him to shiver but despite being cold, he enjoyed the relief and removal of the sweat that coated his skin. He washed his face and allowed the stream of water to bead down over his body as he tried to forget his thoughts of Tate's. He toweled off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Eames stirred, rubbing her eyes, noticing the empty right side of the bed. She stretched and changed to a seating position.
"Thanks," Goren motioned to the glass of water.
"How are you feeling? I'm glad you finally got some sleep. It looks good on ya."
"Most continuous sleep I've ever had."
"See that's what normal people do while you are up rummaging around the apartment in the wee hours."
He smiled at her, "well I've never been a candidate for normal."
"Clearly," she chuckled.
"What time did you get in?"
"A couple hours ago. It's been the longest day," She groaned and scooted over to his side of the bed. "I'm glad to see you. I missed you." She ran her hand up his side in appreciation. "Your skin's so cold. Did you have another nightmare?"
He didn't answer but she already had it. He avoided her eyes in response to the shame he felt at being helpless.
"You know talking helps. Dr. Olivet was actually pretty helpful for me."
"Agh" he waived her off, "It'll pass. I'm fine."
"And stubborn too."
"You're one to talk."
"Bobby, keeping it inside, isn't helping you. You need to unload it. Do you still struggle with my kidnapping?"
He hated how she read him sometimes and she was stubborn enough to push when she had an idea set in her mind. She was the only one he allowed to push him. He knew she had good intentions. He knew it was out of love and genuine caring. He was pretty good at reading her too.
"All of this compounding on each other it's effecting you. It messes with your mind...your decision making."
"C'mon Eames. There's nothing wrong with my decision making. I made the right call. The only call that could've been made. If you can't see that…"
"If I can't see that, what? Go on, finish your thought."
"I don't want to fight."
"Me neither but you don't get it. It not only effects you. It effects me."
She stood and grabbed the sides of his face. "I don't want that for you. You are still keeping everyone out including me. Some people care about you and worry about you, you know."
"People," Goren scoffed.
"Well, I do. Can you keep that in mind next time?"
"There's no reason to worry, Alex. I'm handling it."
"Not well. If you can't see that, you are a stubborn fool."
"Stubborn I get but fool?"
"Yeah, it amazes me too how smart people can act so foolish."
She pulled him onto the bed and kissed him. "Enough talking. You've gotten some rest so time to put you to work."
"You may have to walk me through it, you know me being a fool and all."
She laughed and kissed him again. "I believe it starts like this." She removed his towel grabbing him. "And I'm pretty sure this is important."
"Ah. It's beginning to come back to me." He kissed her and moved rhythmically on top of her. They were in sync again
