This is such a tough chapter to write. It's funny... fluff and smut have never been difficult for me, writing wise, but like Bobby himself says in ch. 6... hard and fast isn't going to work here. -erika
He carried her, straddling his hips into her bedroom. He sat, gently in the arm chair next to the bed, and cupped her ass in his hands. He ran his hands over her narrow waist and up her back, she was kissing his neck, and her fingers were curled in his hair. He groaned against her, his breath hot on her skin. It was dark in her room, the only light coming from the streetlight outside. She slipped out of her pants, and knelt on the chair, so that she was a few inches above him, and slid her hands down to his belt, which she tugged at. It came undone very quickly, and was soon on the floor with a solid clunk. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, her hand brushing his stiffness. She shivered, and he did too. Their eyes connected, and in a moment, they were no longer Goren and Eames, or Eames and Goren. They weren't Cops or Detectives. They weren't Partners. They weren't Friends.
Her breasts were heavy and full, her nipples erect and dark against her creamy skin. Her flesh was smooth and she shivered at the contrast between the cool air and his warm hands. His hand cupped her face, brushing her cheek with his thumb, her earlobe, her neck. Her jaw, her soft bottom lip, her breasts rising with every breath and moan and gasp. Her hair became a canopy, shielding them from the world for just a few precious moments as she kissed him.
His shoulders were big, wide and round. His arms were strong and sure, raising her hips as easily as he pulled them down. His lips parted to find hers. She released him, hot and pulsing from the confines of his pants. His fingers pressed into her ass, round, soft and firm. She arched above him, and his fingers found her. She moaned softly, pressing against his chest, her arms flung around him, then slipping down to grip his shoulders and his hands guided her hips down. He groaned softly and she gasped against his neck. Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she moved herself along him, gripping him tightly within her.
They kept their pace steady, and every few thrusts, when he was fully inside of her, her hips would thrust forward, rocking on him. She flung her head back as she rode him, her breasts rising to meet the cool air. As she came down again, he fought her push, and kept himself inside of her, his hand pulling her hips to him. He pulled her against him and stood, her legs wrapped around him instinctively. He lay her on the bed, and pulsed inside of her.
"Oh god.. " She gasped.
He breathed her in, her perfect scent. He braced himself on top of her, his arms on each side of her. His weight kept her beneath him, but he didn't crush her. He raised her legs up and thrust hard and deep inside of her. She moaned constantly, her words, if they were words, were lost to him. He could feel her orgasm building around him, and he thrust harder, faster relishing the feeling of her thrusting back in return. Her mouth found whatever it could to kiss and bite and her moans hummed in her throat. He surrounded her and sank himself inside her again and again. Her fingers gripped his broad back, feeling the muscles tense and strain as he moved within her.
His head buried itself in her neck, his soft hair brushing her face. His mouth found the place where her neck and shoulder met, and his teeth grazed her skin. She arched against him, and as he thrust into her, he held it for a beat, feeling her grip him tighter, harder, but so soft all at once. He moaned, his thrusts changing to short quick strokes. She mewed beneath him, whimpering with the intensity of her pleasure. Tears stung her eyes as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight within her.
He pushed in, and held himself there, feeling her explode around him, her cries and the feeling of it driving him to his own explosion.
Oh yeah, all you fankids can R&R now.. or once you've caught your breath. Kthx.