SLIVER LINING
Then that's what Eames really thought of him.
That his work came before everything.
Even before his son.
Then not at all.
Nothing could come before Jamie.
He adored his little boy more than anything.
Despite the situation.
The last time...
He had said what was in his heart to Eames.
By confessing that his son...
and her...
He missed them very much.
And that he wished he could have liked to have them near him every day.
Even if it meant sacrificing his job for both of them.
Goren was speechless...
When Eames had said his words to the wife of the suspect she was interviewing.
She had compared him to the suspect...
Who was only thinking about his work...
Instead of thinking about his unborn child.
- Bobby...
At Eames' worried voice, he snapped out of his thoughts, raised his face to an Eames standing there before him, questioning him of the gaze.
- Something is wrong...
Goren sat there on the bed, the distant look, the drawn features of the face.
All evening he had been behaving strangely.
Hardly speaking at all...
And keeping that worried look.
He had tried to put on a brave face in front of Jamie...
But even the big smiles his son gave him...
Didn't change his dark mood.
And that's what had put the flea in the ear to Eames.
And so...
She wanted to know what was wrong.
Something is wrong...
No, but what a question.
Of course it was not okay.
And she knew it very well.
Especially after what she had said to the suspect's wife...
How could it be okay.
What did Eames she expect...
That he would be relaxed as if nothing was wrong...
And not concerned.
Goren should to tell her that she was wrong on his account.
He had to tell her what was in his heart.
Or he would go crazy...
Ruminating his words over and over in his head.
- Why did you tell the suspect's wife... He took Eames' hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers. That I live only for my work...
Eames opened his mouth, only to close it again, stunned by such a question.
Damn it...
Why did Goren always take everything she said at the feet of the letter...
It was desperate.
- When you know it's not true.
Yes, she knew it wasn't true.
He didn't want her to tell the suspect the truth.
That she was admitting that she and Goren had a relationship...
And a child.
Especially...
When Deakins and Carver were listening to the interrogation.
Goren bit his lips, looking sulky, under Eames' silence.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drew her against him.
He put his head against her belly, tightened himself against her.
Eames smiled, tenderized.
Goren was really a little boy at times.
In fact...
She didn't just have one baby...
But two.
Eames took her hand to Goren's ebony curls, dipped her fingers in them, caressed them with infinite softness.
- You know very well that it was to make the suspect's wife talk... Eames moved her fingers away from his curls, to slide them all along his face, and when she reached his chin, she took him between her fingers, forcing him to raise his head. And you know it very well.
Yes...
He knew it very well.
But he still had this fear deep inside him.
He had so little confidence in himself.
And he always wondered...
How a woman like Eames...
Could be with him.
And especially...
Have a child with him.
Goren brought his hand to the back of Eames' neck, caressed her with infinite gentleness, and made her lower her face to his, brought her lips close to his, and took possession of his lips with tenderness.
Eames put his hands on Goren's shoulders, and he grabbed her by the thighs, lifted her off the floor, and made her sit with her well rounded little buttocks on his thighs, wrapped her legs around his waist.
- My Alex...
At her words, Eames pinked with pleasure.
She brought her hands to his face, took him between her fingers, brought his face closer to hers, and took possession of his lips with ardor, intermingled their tongues in a crazy dance.
Goren wrapped his arms around the size of Eames, sticking his powerful torso against her small breasts, of which he could feel the point.
Eames felt against her intimacy the hard member of Goren, which brushed her, and which inflamed her all.
She pushed a small cry of pleasure.
She brought her hands to her ebony curls, grabbed them, deepening their kiss, devouring her lips with avidity.
Damn it...
Eames was unleashed tonight.
She was boiling hot.
And if she kept it up...
He was going to cum in his underpants...
Without having had time to provide her with pleasure.
- Alex... Breathless, he tried to catch his breath, his heart beating violently in his chest, ready to break. Very soft.
Eames shook his head in denial.
No...
Tonight...
She wouldn't be patient.
She wanted it now...
And she would have it.
Besides...
They were in her room, already on the bed, and Jamie was sleeping.
So nothing prevented them...
Quickly, Eames reached into Goren's waistband, undid it, unzipped his fly, plunged her hand inside, and pulled out his hard member, took it in her hand, stroked it up and down with speed, making moan Goren.
She raised her skirt, spread her panties and her thighs under a Goren who did not move, not leaving her eyes, letting her do what she wanted of him, so much he was under the charm of this unchained Eames, and mad of desire for her.
She raised her basin, brought closer her intimacy all wet, ready to receive it, towards his member all hard, and of a sharp blow anchored it, and began the back and forth at a frantic rhythm.
She rolled up her arms around his neck, clutched to him, and let off steam on his member, tightening it in her intimacy.
It did not need more with Goren, who felt the explosion rising in him.
- Kiss me Alex...
Eames approached his face of his, took possession of his lips with passion, intermingled their languages in a crazy dance.
To this fiery kiss of Eames, Goren tended, the body shook of spasms, pushed its cry, and delivered its seed in her.
- Alex...
At her scream, Eames lost all control, feeling herself faint.
She arched her back, and screamed with pleasure.
- Bobby...
Eames let her head fall back against his shoulder, burying it.
Damn it...
What had gotten into her to behave like that...
Like a total hussy...
Without any modesty.
She was so ashamed.
- You don't have to be ashamed Alex...
Eames was stunned by Goren's words, raised his head, not daring to believe what he had said.
She met two brown eyes, which looked at her with adoration.
- But...
Goren smiled, touched.
Was Eames forgetting...
That it was this passion that drew him to her.
He didn't want her to change for anything in the world.
And he liked it when she took control at work...
So why shouldn't she do it sexually.
He brought his hand to her cheek, caressed it with infinite gentleness.
- You're cute.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure.
Cute...
Goren thought she was cute.
But she had taken control...
And that she had completely let herself go...
Without any restraint.
Goren never judged her.
On the contrary…
Damn it...
How she loved that man.
This man...
Who was the father of her wonderful little boy.
Eames lowered his face to hers, and took possession of her lips with infinite gentleness.
- I love you.
At his words, Goren blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest, ready to explode.
He still had trouble with her affectionate words.
- Alex...
Eames shook his head in denial, put his finger to his lips, silencing him.
- You don't have to talk... She put a small, charming smile on her lips. But you can kiss me...
Goren nodded.
Gently, he took possession of Eames' lips, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her against him, and squeezed her gently.
