- Jumper...
Goren didn't like the glint of mischief in his niece's big brown eyes.
She was up to no good.
-No, Molly.
Well, yes...
Molly waved her hand at Jumper to jump on Bobby.
She knew that her uncle would always grumble...
But he loved Jumper.
Jumper excitedly...
Rushed to Goren...
and jumped on him.
Eames was worried.
Goren did not like dogs...
She had thought...
On several investigations, Bobby always went to pet the dogs if there were any...
And if they were small...
He always took them in his arms.
Eames heard a growl come from Goren's throat...
Followed by a burst of laughter.
- You're such a tyrant, Jumper...
Eames smiles, tenderized.
Yes...
His Bobby loved dogs.
His Bobby...
Damn it...
So that was it...
She had fallen in love with Goren.
Eames was well with him...
She loved his presence by her side...
His kisses...
His caresses...
But from the...
And yet...
Eames had no doubt about what she was feeling.
She had fallen head over heels in love with him.
And just hearing him laugh...
Her heart was beating violently in her chest, ready to explode.
- Alex... It goes...
Eames was there...
Having stopped to pet Sherlock.
And the stallion didn't seem happy that she stopped petting.
Moving his muzzle...
And letting her know that he still wanted to be petted.
Of course not, that it wasn't right.
No but what a question.
How could she be okay after what she had just discovered.
She was all messed up.
Plus...
Could she tell him what was on her heart...
Wouldn't he take flight.
Would he return her feelings...
So many unanswered questions.
Eames preferred to think of something else.
She resumed her caresses on Sherlock...
Who began to whinny with pleasure at her touch.
- Say... Could we...
Eames didn't need to finish his sentence.
He had understood very well what Eames wanted to ask him.
To go for a ride on a horse.
How to tell him...
Make him understand...
For one thing, it wasn't safe...
If Eames fell...
And two...
He was terrified of horses.
And he had never made any...
Neither was riding a horse once in his life.
In addition...
Horses didn't like him.
Especially the one that was snuggled up to Eames at that moment.
He didn't want to get bitten.
.Neither to take a blow of hooves.
- I'm sorry Alex... But...
A no...
Goren wasn't going to start overprotecting her again...
And forbid her to do anything.
She didn't want to hear any more excuses.
- I've had enough...
She stepped away from Sherlock, and tried to move forward.
She felt a small hand take hers.
Molly...
- It's always the same... Eames was mad with rage. I'm never allowed to do anything... She squeezed Molly's little hand. Take me away from Goren... Molly...
Molly complied, looking at her uncle.
Goren stood there, as if forbidden.
What could he have said...
What could he do...
But there was one thing he didn't want...
That Eames would be angry with him...
And for her to walk away from him.
He rushed towards Eames, and Molly.
He put his hand on Eames' wrist, stopped her.
- It's not...
She turned around, her face red with anger.
- Then what.
Molly decided it might be time to intervene.
Bobby didn't know what to do.
- Uncle Bobby is afraid of horses.
At Molly's words, Eames felt all his anger fly away.
Bobby was afraid of horses...
So...
He didn't want to forbid him...
He was just afraid...
And didn't know how to tell her...
Damn it...
Why hide it from her.
She would never laugh at him.
- I...
Goren waved his hand at Molly, motioning for her to go for a walk with Jumper.
Molly nodded, and let go of Alex's hand.
- You come on Jumper... we'll leave Uncle Bobby with her lover...
At Molly's words, Goren and Eames blushed violently.
- Molly.
At Bobby's reproachful voice, Molly burst out laughing, and ran off with Jumper.
- Bobby...
Goren looked around to see that Molly was far enough away from them.
You never know.
If he felt like spying on them.
And when he saw that she was far enough away with the Jumper, he approached Eames and stopped at his height.
- I'm here...
She moved her hands forward, looking for him.
She met the fabric of his shirt.
She took the shirt between her fingers, and came towards him.
- I'm sorry...
Damn it...
He wasn't mad at her at all.
Eames didn't know.
So why would he resent her for being angry.
He knew she still had that fear of being locked in a cage again.
But that wouldn't happen again.
He would see to that.
- I'm not angry...
At her words, Eames felt relieved.
Goren wasn't mad at her for getting upset.
She stopped just a few millimeters away from him...
Her body brushing against his.
Eames remounted her fingers up his body, stopped at his face, explored him.
Goren was in torment of Eames' fingers caressing his face.
Damn it...
It was so unsettling...
And so pleasant.
Eames' fingers stopped at his lips, caressed them.
Eames bit her lips with envy.
She was dying to kiss him.
Listening only to his desire ...
She stood on tiptoe, and replaced her fingers with her lips.
A growl escaped from Goren's throat.
He wrapped his arms around Eames' waist and pulled her to him, holding her close.
- Alex... You drive me crazy...
He deepened his kiss, forced the passage of his teeth, intertwined their tongues in a frenzied dance.