A small vibration was heard on the coffee table.
Eames, half asleep, reached for the phone and took it in his hand.
Damn it...
Who could be having fun texting him at this time of night.
It had better be for something serious.
And if it was Goren...
Tomorrow she would shoot him.
She held the phone up to her eyes, opened it, and her heart stopped at the name of the message's recipient.
Goren...
She should have suspected.
He was a person who did not sleep much...
Except when he was at home.
But here...
It was different.
Between the two of them...
They had a solution to make him sleep.
And a very pleasant one.
At this memory...
She blushed violently.
Eames brought her eyes to the message, reading the words.
"I'm downstairs."
As she read the message, her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to rupture.
So he had really come.
And there he was...
Waiting for her...
Downstairs.
Freak with joy...
And excited...
Eames pushed back the blanket, jumped off the couch, and ran to the door of the apartment.
She was careful to make as little noise as possible, so that Rita would not hear her nightly escapade.
When she reached the bottom of the building, she opened the door of the hall and went out, looking for Goren.
Her eyes stopped on a familiar figure, and her heart stopped dead.
Goren was there...
His back against the wall, and his arms crossed.
So he had really come...
She had thought...
With her heart beating wildly, Eames rushed towards him.
At the sight of the little blonde woman walking straight towards him, Goren opened his mouth, stunned.
Eames was wearing only a thin nightgown, and she was barefoot.
Not that the sight wasn't pleasant...
Far from it.
She was rather enchantress.
But in this outfit, in this street, at this time of night, it was definitely not safe.
Eames stopped at her height, and brought his hand to her chin, making her close her mouth.
- You saw your outfit...
At his words, Eames blushed violently.
My God...
She had completely forgotten when she read the message...
The outfit she was wearing.
She had forgotten everything.
Eames did not like Goren's laughing brown eyes on her.
She crossed her arms, bit her lip, pouted, and sulked.
At her reaction...
Goren could not hold back his hilarity.
And he burst out laughing.
Damn it...
She was so cute.
She arrived with hardly anything on…
The face lit up with joy.
And two seconds later, she was pouting.
It was a pretty funny situation.
At Goren's laugh, Eames glared at him.
No, but...
Goren was indeed laughing at her.
Well, since it was like that...
- I'm going home.
At her words, Goren stopped laughing, seeing before his eyes, an Eames which was whirling, and retrace his steps towards the building
Ah no...
He hadn't come all this way for nothing.
He wanted to see her...
And he would see her.
Goren rushed up behind Eames, and putting his hand on her wrist, stopped her.
- Don't go... Alex.
Don't go...
While he openly mocked her.
No, but Goren wasn't serious.
Goren tightened the pressure of his hand on her wrist, letting her know that he really didn't want her to leave.
- Please...
At the worried intonation of her voice, and at his request, Eames' anger vanished, and she turned to him.
- You're such an idiot... Robert Goren.
Goren posted that charming smile on his lips, let go of her wrist, and walked toward her, making her back away.
Eames knew that smile too well.
Goren had something on his mind...
And this was not the place...
Nor the site for it.
She found her back stopped by the wall.
- You know what you're risking in that outfit...
Eames looked up at Goren.
His brown eyes shone with that little flame that she knew so well, and which inflamed her whole.
Goren wanted sex.
He placed his hands flat on the wall on either side of her face, holding her at his mercy, and lowered his face to Eames'.
- I want you Alex...
He brought his lips to hers, and took them eagerly.
Eames let escape from his lips a small cry of pleasure.
Cry of pleasure which did not escape to Goren, and which set him all on fire.
She put her hands on his shoulders, clung to him.
He wrapped his arms around his waist, and attracted it against him, slipping his thigh to his crotch.
- Do you know the effect that you make me...
Goren slid his hands along Eames' body, and when he reached her thighs, he lifted her by the hips, wrapped his legs around her waist, pressed his hard member against her intimacy.
Crazy of desire, and of impatience, he plunged his face in her throat, and raised the bottom of her nightdress, denuding, and revealing her crotch.
- I would like to make love to you all night long... His voice was hoarse, vibrating with desire. But here it is impossible.
He went out his tongue, and brushed against her throat, licking it, making her moan.
Damn it...
Eames was so receptive...
So warm.
He had only one desire...
To possess her right now.
- I can't wait... Alex...
At this confession, the pink cheeks of pleasure, Eames nodded.
She couldn't wait either.
It had been too long since they had made love.
And it didn't matter where they were.
She wanted it inside her.
With speed, Goren spread her thighs, as well as her panties, he opened the fly of her pants, plunged his hand inside, took out his hard member, which he took in full hand, brought it closer to her intimacy, and with a sharp blow penetrated her, started the back and forth with softness, and accelerated more and more quickly.
Eames wrapped his arms around her neck, pressed her small firm breasts against his powerful chest, making her feel their hard tips.
- I wanted it so bad... Alex...
Goren holds her well by the thighs, and sped up the tempo, making Eames shout louder and louder.
Eames brought his hands to Goren's face, took possession of his lips with passion, and intertwined their tongues in a crazy dance.
At her kiss, Goren grabbed Eames by her well rounded little buttocks, pushed his member deeper into her, multiplying his hit of kidneys.
- Oh Alex... Goren moaned. It's so good to be inside you...
At his words, Eames felt herself faint.
She arched her back and cried out in pleasure.
- Bobby...
That was all Goren needed, and he felt the explosion inside him.
He tensed, his body shaking with spasms, pushed his cry, and delivered his seed inside her.
- Alex...
Goren let his head fall against Eames' shoulder, trying to calm the beating of his heart.
It had been so intense...
- Alex... I...
He brought his hand to her throat, caressed her with infinite softness.
Eames felt an uproar.
Nausea rose in her.
Quickly...
She had to get down, and away from Goren.
- I have to get down.
Surprised by the abruptness of Eames' tone, Goren slid her to the ground.
Had he done something wrong...
Did she reproach him for having taken her in the street...
At the risk of being seen.
Eames pushed him with all her strength, forcing him to move away from her.
She turned to the wall, put her hand on the wall, bent her head to the ground, and vomited.
Good God...
What the hell was going on...
Why was Eames emptying herself in front of him.
Was she disgusted with him now.
A violent anguish seized him.
Eames she may be more wanted him.
And its touch gave him the nausea...
Eames the body shake it up...
Emptied several times.
And when she felt her gagging subside, she put her hand to her mouth, wiped it off, and she straightened up, turning to Goren.
- I'm sorry I was so abrupt. Eames brought his hand to his forehead, and to his stomach. I must have eaten something that didn't pass.
Was that really the reason...
Or was Eames lying to her.
For fear of offending him.
At the silence, and at Goren's worried face, Eames approached him, and brought his hand to his cheek, caressing it with infinite softness.
- It has nothing to do with you...
Eames knew Goren's worries all too well.
He was always so unsure of himself..
Not trusting himself.
She would have thought that the fact that they were in a relationship...
Even secret...
Would give him some confidence.
But nothing had changed.
Should she tell him she loved him...
Would it make a difference.
Besides...
Goren had to see that she had feelings for him.
Nothing of the manner she gave herself to him.
Nothing to do with him...
These few words that Eames had just said to him, warmed his heart.
So it had nothing to do with him...
He had been so scared.
And this fear was understandable.
A woman like Eames who gave herself body and soul to a man like him, it could seem suspicious.
- Bobby... Eames looked into Goren's brown eyes. I...
She couldn't finish what she was about to say...
A new high the heart went up in her, and she moved away just in time, to bend over, and to empty herself again, she took support on Goren's arm.
Goren was getting more and more worried.
- Alex... With gentleness, he put his hand on her back, caressed her. You are fine...
But what was wrong with Eames in the end.
To empty himself every five seconds.
It was not normal.
Should he take her to the hospital...
And run some exams...
- I'm taking you to the hospital.
Eames lifted his head, put a small smile on his lips, his face as white as an aspirin tablet, and shook his head in denial.
- It's okay... Bobby.
Eames moved closer to him, until their bodies brushed against each other, and she rested her head, and her hands on his powerful chest.
- I just want to be in your arms.
Good God...
Goren should have forced Eames to go to the hospital.
But he didn't have the heart to start a discussion...
Which would surely end in a fight.
In addition...
Eames was in no condition.
She was so fragile right now.
Then with gently, Goren wrapped his arms around Eames' waist, pulled her against him, and gently hugged her.
- Thank you, Bobby.
To thank him...
Eames wasn't serious.
What had he done to make her thank him.
He should have taken her to the hospital...
But he didn't.
All because he didn't have the heart to fight with her.
Goren rested his chin, on Eames' little head, and brought his hand to her golden hair, buried his fingers in it, and stroked it with infinite gentleness.
If only she could stay in his arms...
Like this...
Forever.
