His face was rough, but his lips were soft, pushing into hers. He released her wrists so that he could run his fingers through her hair, and a soft moan escaped her. Her hands found his shoulders, and then his chest, pausing, as she decided whether to push him away or pull him closer.
The tequila had done its job, and the feeling of him above her... his warmth, his size.. was too good to push away. As her hands gripped his shirt, he broke the kiss and moved so that he was kissing her neck.
Oh fuck.. Eames arched against him, and he nipped her neck lightly. The combination of his rough, unshaven face, and the hotness of his tongue against her skin made her hips strain to thrust against him, but she held back.
"Wait," She gasped, "wait.."
He paused and looked at her, his dark eyes leaving no question in her mind what he intended to do with her.
"Are you sure.." Her hands gripped his sides gently.
He answered her with another kiss, parting her lips with his own. He wanted her, badly. Her soft, subdued moans, that sounded like they were escaping despite her best efforts not to let them, sent a pulse through him. He was making her do that. His fingers slid down her her neck to her chest, his palm settling on her breast, cupping it gently. He wanted to feel all of her. He broke the kiss again, and let his lips brush her collar bone. She gasped, warm and soft against him.
"Bobby." Her fingers were tangled in his hair, her other hand clutching his shirt.
No, no, no.. just a little longer. He stopped and let his forehead rest on her shoulder.
"We've had a lot to drink." She whispered.
He groaned inwardly. "Yeah." He said, to her left breast.
"Maybe this is a bad idea."
"And maybe it isn't. And maybe the fact that we had a little to drink doesn't have anything to do with this." He sat up, and looked at her. "I'm sick of the games, Alex."
"What games?" She scowled.
"We don't have to dance around this. Not because of our job, not because of our relationship. We're not a couple of stupid interns who have a fling and suffer awkward conversation the next day. This can't mess up what we have." He stood up and rubbed his temple.
"Promise." She stood to close the distance between them. "Fucking promise me. Because I will not lose you. Not over this."
He grabbed her and pulled her into a hug that wasn't just a hug. He was pulling her into himself as much as he possibly could.
"I can't lose you. Not over this, not over anything." He whispered fiercely. "Don't ever fucking question that."