Getting out of the tub, thanks to Eames' help, Goren stepped aside slightly, and sat on the edge of the tub.
Damn it...
He was all wet...
And let's not talk about his towel.
Goren was going to need another towel.
And when he would be finally dry...
He could be finally put on his trunks.
Goren could not wait...
To cover his private parts.
But especially not in the presence of the little blonde.
And yet...
He didn't see how he could manage without her.
Well...
First of all...
He had to think about changing his bath towel.
And get rid of the one he was wearing, all soaked.
And second...
He would think about it later.
- Alex... Eames looked at him, nodded her head, letting him know that he could tell him what he wanted to ask. Can you bring me another towel...
Goren pointed to the small cabinet under the washbasin.
Eames blushed violently when she saw the the piece of furniture.
She knew very well where the towels were...
She had entered her bathroom discreetly when Barek and Logan were there, and she had pricked in a towel.
She still remembered what she had done after Barek and Logan had left.
And at that memory...
Eames goes totally scarlet.
Good God...
She had dared to do such a thing.
And Goren forgetting that she knew exactly where she could find a towel.
Good God...
Did he think she was that innocent.
- Alex...
At Goren's questioning voice, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, red-faced, looked away, not daring to look at him.
Good God...
She had to calm down...
Or else...
Goren would guess what she was thinking.
- Yes, I'll get you another one.
Eames rushed towards the small piece of furniture.
When she reached the piece of furniture., she crouched down, opened the piece of furniture door, and reached inside to grab a towel.
Goren could not take his eyes off Eames.
He could see the back of her neck, and her upper back...
And it was really very attractive.
How he would love to put his fingers on it...
He still remembered the softness of the skin on her shoulders.
So the rest...
He burst into flames.
- Bobby...
At his words, Goren jumped, as if caught in the act, his face flushed, discovering an Eames standing right in front of him, handing him a towel.
Good God...
He had to get his act together...
And quickly.
Goren raised his hand, but instead of grabbing the towel between his fingers, he put his hand on Eames' cheek, caressing it with infinite softness.
Eames jumped at this gesture, blushing violently, the heart beating at rupture in his chest.
She had not expected such a gesture from Goren.
- Thank you for everything...
Why was Goren thanking her...
After all...
It was his fault that he had a sprained ankle.
And above all...
She was helping him because she wanted to.
But that gentle caress of her long, slender fingers on his cheek...
Would it be as pleasant...
If Goren would put his fingers on other parts of her body.
At the thought of this, Eames became even more inflamed.
- Alex...
At Goren's questioning voice, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, and pulled herself together.
She had to think of something else...
And right away.
- Can you help me...
Pardon.
Did she hear what he said...
Goren wanted her to help him.
He wan't when not...
- Just to help me stand.
At his words, Eames felt a great relief.
Oh...
So that was it.
Goren wasn't asking her to take off the towel, and put on the dry one.
Goren grabbed the towel in his hands, and motioned for Eames to turn around.
He put his hands on his shoulders, making get tensed Eames.
Goren stood up, and removed his wet towel, dropping it to the floor, and wrapped the dry towel around his waist.
- You can turn around... Eames turned around, and found himself in front of an embarrassed Goren, with his hand on the back of his neck, who didn't dare look at her. But I'm going to need you to...
Red-faced, Goren pointed to something on the edge of the sink.
Eames looked in the direction Goren was pointing, and she blushed violently at the sight of the object.
A trunks.
Goren couldn't be serious.
He couldn't ask her such a thing.
It was far too intimate.
And yet...
She knew that if Goren asked her that...
He couldn't do otherwise.
- Very well... Looking resigned, Eames went towards the object in question. I'll get your damn trunks for you.
Oh... Oh...
But the little blonde wasn't happy.
After all she had put him through...
What he was asking her, it was nothing compared to this.
The pink cheeks, Eames fingers trembling, took the trunks in his hand, and moved towards Goren, looking away from the fabric.
Good God...
No but...
Eames was really weird.
Two seconds before in the bath...
Eames played the wanton.
And now, at this very moment...
She was being a prude.
It's was at understand nothing.
- I will help you...
At his words, Goren blushed violently.
Eames had said this with will, but his voice betrayed his embarrassment.
He would have thought that Eames would be discouraged...
But not at all.
If Eames had told him that she couldn't help him...
He would have understood very well.
And would not have blamed her.
Well on the contrary...
Eames was definitely too cute.
- There is no other solution.
Eames was right.
He couldn't do otherwise.
He had to rely on Eames to dress him.
Or at least put on his trunks.
Eames crouched down in front of him, and gently Goren put his hands on his shoulders, and burst into flames.
Damn it...
He had to get his act together.
But Eames' skin was so soft under his fingers...
No.
He had to think of something else...
And quickly.
- Lift your leg.
At this command, Goren came out of his thoughts, red in the face, and obeyed Eames' instructions.
Eames passed the hole of the fabric to his foot, and repeated the same operation on her other foot.
She went up slowly the cloth over Goren's legs, blushing more and more, her heart beating violently in her chest.
Goren the breath short, couldn't take his eyes off Eames, his fingers so small and thin, which were moving up, dangerously, towards his most sensitive point, and which was reacting, growing.
Damn it...
He absolutely had to pull himself together.
And above all…
He had to stop it.
But the idea that her little hands...
No.
This should not
He had said he wanted to take it easy.
And he would keep his word.
Eames' little fingers came within millimeters of her member, Goren placed his hands on hers, stopped her.
- I'll finish myself.
At his words, Eames felt a great relief...
But also a little regret.
But good.
She would have another chance.
Eames nodded, got back on her two legs, and stepped away from Goren.
She looked at Goren as he finished putting on his trunks.
He dropped the towel on the floor, and found himself simply wearing his trunks.
My God...
Goren was really well built.
And to think he was always hiding his body.
What a shame.
Goren had a powerful torso, small curves well placed at the level of his belly, and his waist, and well muscled thighs.
Does his buttocks...
She burst into flames its it entire.
Eames imagined Goren's body on her.
Goren looked at Eames...
And the look on his face.
Good God...
Was Eames going to stop looking at him in detail.
It was embarrassing.
He knew he was far from skinny.
But from there to look at it with insistence...
What was that.
And that little flame in his big hazel eyes.
She looked like the one he knew too well, when she was up to no good.
But she was different.
Much more dangerous.
- Eames... At Goren's reproachful voice, Eames snapped out of his thoughts. Could you help me get into bed...
Oh but what a great idea.
Putting him to bed.
Maybe she could share her sheets.
- After you can go home...
Go home.
Goren wasn't serious.
Eames didn't do all this for nothing.
- Unless you want to...
Goren put his hand to the back of his neck and looked away, not daring to look at her, everything embarrassing.
- Yes, I'll stay.
Good God...
Goren hadn't even had time to propose, Eames had beaten him to it.
And she suddenly looked very motivated.
Where was the embarrassed girl...
Did she forget that he was wearing only trunks...
And she...
A simple bath towel.
And than of a only gesture...
He could...
But the little blonde was far too enthusiastic for her taste.
As if...
Damn it...
Eames wasn't going to start his nonsense again.
- Only sleep.
At her words, Eames had to hold back a smile.
Just sleep...
She had promised him no longer any cunning...
And to be sage.
But nothing would stop her from stumbling awkwardly, and falling on him, ending up in his arms.
And it would look accidental.
At least...
That's what she would have him believe.
- Alex... Don't even think about it...
Eames shrugged, walked over to Goren, stood behind him, and tucked his head under her arm, helped him lean on her, and guided him to the bedroom.