Damn it...
It was going to be necessary to help Eames to undress.
She couldn't stay in that outfit to sleep.
But what could he put on her...
They had left on him whim...
Goren had taken only the bare necessities...
And he had forgotten to take a change of clothes.
Tomorrow...
He would find a way to buy clothes.
But in the meantime...
He would pass him his own shirt.
It would do very well.
Proud of this resolution...
He looked at Eames.
She was there...
Wisely sitting on the bed...
nervously caressing the ring on her finger.
- Bobby... Eames spoke in a small voice, hesitantly, her cheeks pink. For my clothes...
Goren smiled, tenderized.
Then even Eames was as embarrassed as he was by the situation.
With slow steps, he approached Eames.
And when he got to his side, he crouched down at his level, put his hands on hers, intertwined his fingers with hers.
He took a deep breath.
- You are ready... Eames nodded. I'll pass you my shirt to sleep .
His shirt to sleep...
Eames flared up, his heart pounding violently in his chest.
Trembling hands, he moved them towards the buttons of Eames' shirt, and began to unbutton it.
Damn it...
His hands were sweaty...
He was sweating profusely.
It was so embarrassing...
So disturbing.
Eames couldn't calm the pounding of his heart.
To know...
And feel...
That Goren undressed her.
Was so troubling.
The shirt fully unbuttoned, Goren slid it down his arms, his throat knotted, and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and he threw the fabric to the floor.
He found himself nose to nose with the vision of Eames in a bra, and he could see the rounded shape of her perfect little breasts.
Damn it...
Did he really have to take off her bra...
He was going to see everything.
Helping her close it didn't bother him.
But to take it off...
He was going to go crazy if this kept up.
- Bobby...
At the sound of Eames' voice, he jumped, as if caught off guard.
Damn it...
He had to get it together...
And fast.
Taking a deep breath, and taking on himself, he brought his fingers to the clasp of his bra, and this one gave way easily.
He looked away.
- Can you...
At his words, Eames understood.
Blushing, she let slip the underwear, and threw it on the ground.
- Put this on...
Goren handed her his shirt.
Eames moved her fingers forward, looking for the fabric, and managed to touch it, and took it between her fingers.
- Thank you...
Eames put the shirt on, realizing that it was easier to button Goren's shirt than his own.
She was swimming in it.
It was Goren's shirt.
She was twice as big for her.
- It's okay.
At her words, he turned, and opened his mouth, only to close it again.
Eames had the sleeve of his shirt under his nose, smelling it.
- Sorry... For the smell...
Eames shook his head in denial.
- I like your smell.
At this admission, Goren blushed violently, his heart drumming violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Damn it...
That was so...
He absolutely had to pull himself together.
But how do you do it...
While he had to deal with the low.
Undressing her was torture.
- I'll have to... His voice was hoarse, vibrating with desire. Remove your skirt.
At his words, Eames becomes totally scarlet.
Goren was going to remove her skirt...
Damn it...
It was so...
She became completely inflamed.
With softness, he put his hands on the fabric, and made it slide slowly, along her legs, brushing with his fingers her satiny skin.
Eames shivered.
A shiver that did not escape Goren.
Eames really did have very soft skin.
A skin that one dreamed of caressing...
If he could only...
Just once.
No...
It should not.
The skirt arrived at the feet of Eames, he spread it, and threw it farther.
He returned his glance on Eames.
- Simply magnificent...
- What do you say...
Goren jumped, looking scarlet.
He had said out loud...
What he was thinking out loud.
He stood on his two legs, and put his hand on Alex's arm, helping him to get up.
- I will prepare your corner...
He rushed to the other side, wanting to escape Alex's enchanting vision, and put a big distance between them.
- Bobby...
At Eames' worried voice, he retraced his steps, and stood in front of her.
- I am there...
Eames felt calmed.
She was always afraid when he walked away from her.
Damn it...
Two seconds before his face had turned white...
And now...
She had regained her color, her cheeks quite pink.
My God…
He had to look away...
And quickly...
- Bobby...
Her lips that spoke his name, that questioned him, and waited for an answer, were so appealing.
Alex moved her hands forward, looking for Goren, and trying to fill the gap between them.
She felt long, slender fingers resting on her wrist, and pull her.
Eames found himself against Goren's body.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, held her close to him.
Goren knew he should never have done what he was about to do.
But Eames was so cute...
And so desirable.
Goren grunted.
He lowered his face to Eames', and took possession of his lips with ardor.
Eames blushed violently, her heart beating violently in her chest, ready to explode.
Never would she have expected this from Goren.
This audacity...
He forced the passage of his lips, intertwined their tongues in a frenzied dance.
Eames let out a small cry of pleasure, which came from the depths of her body.
She rolled up her arm around his neck, lounged against him.
He let go of her wrist, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, held her tighter, and let his fingers roam over her back, caressing her.
My God...
What the hell was he doing...
Goren frowned.
He pulled his lips away from Eames', short of breath.
He put his hands on Alex's arms, pulling her away from him.
Eames still did not understand what had just happened.
She was all upset by this kiss.
- I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
Goren was not serious...
Why was he apologizing...
When she wanted that kiss as much as he did.
Quickly...
He had to get out of the way.
He looked away, and found himself face to face with the bed.
Damn it...
Why did everything incite him to...
He blushed violently.
- Bobby...
My God...
Her voice alone was enough to get him in a tizzy.
A solution had to be found.
Put her in bed.
Yes, it was a good solution.
At least asleep...
He wouldn't be tempted by this little blonde.
And yet...
He wasn't sure...
- Come...
He put his hand on her arm, and pulled her gently, guiding her to the left side of the bed.
- You'll sleep under the sheets... And I'll sleep on them.
What a strange idea...
He could sleep under the sheets with her just fine.
Where was the harm.
Besides...
She would have liked to sleep in his arms...
Snuggled up against him.
Arrived at the height of the bed, he pushed aside the sheets, and made her settle there, and covered her with sheets.
- But I am not sleepy...
Damn it...
She had to get some sleep.
- Alex... He brought his hand to her cheek, brushed against it. You have to sleep.
Eames pouted.
So that's how it was...
He was treating her like a kid.
Whereas two seconds before...
He had kissed her passionately.
Eames blushed violently at the memory.
But the caress of the fingers on her cheek, soothed her, and little by little, she dozed off, under a tenderized Goren.
He frowns.
And to think that he had dared to kiss her...
He was inflamed by the memory...
But what had taken him...