Sophia awoke early the next morning, around 6am. She quickly felt as though last night's shenanigans were going to haunt her throughout the day, her head continuously pounding. With a long, blissful stretch of her extremities, she tossed her legs over the side of the bed and darted for the bathroom. After a long, hot shower, she felt slightly less ill. Grabbing a fresh set of skimpy under ware, tight yoga pants, and a tank top, she got dressed and headed out the door.
She had just descended the stairs, fixing her hair into a loose ponytail, when she spotted Eames sitting in the lobby reading a newspaper. His eyes were glued to the text in front of him, showing concentration. He hadn't even noticed Sophia stroll over and sit next to him on the couch.
"Good morning, Eames. Sleep well?" Her sing-songy bravado startled him slightly, leaving him flustered.
"Morning, darling. How nice of you to inquire about my sleep habits," he jabbed sarcastically. "No, I did not sleep well. I was tossing and turning all night long." he said with a couldn't you guess look on his face.
She giggled lightly at the thought of their encounter last night. She wouldn't deny the heat between them, but she wouldn't give it up that easily. Besides, he seemed to enjoy the thrill of the chase.
"Well, I slept like a dream. I could use some coffee and fresh air, though. Care to join me, darling?" she teased, grabbing the paper from his hands to glance at the front page.
"I suppose that some fresh air would be good for me. After you, Sophie," he said as his arm encouraged her to exit the building. She blushed lightly at the new nick-name he had given her. It seemed as though he was growing quite fond of her.
He led her throughout the city, his hand placed lightly on the small of her back. They would stop every now and then to admire the sun rising over the city in the early hours of the morning. They soon reached a small cafe and grabbed some espresso and a seat at an outdoor table. The breeze was refreshing as it carried the scent of the coffee up into their noses.
"So Eames, I hardly know anything about you. Tell me something interesting," Sophia remarked, attempting to get to know her partner better. She noticed the expression on his face change into one of utter disbelief.
"Did you seriously just ask me about myself? What are we, dating? Wanna know my favorite color? My favorite food?" he joked. How silly of her to ask such a broad question.
Her face fell, the hurt evident on her pretty face. "I was just trying to be nice, you imbecile. Pardon me for wanting to know more about a man that I'm trusting with my LIFE," she hollered at him, her accent heightening her displeasure.
After her comment, it became clear that she did not catch on to his joke, taking it as a brash and hurtful assumption. For a moment he was speechless. Why was she so upset? Could it be that she had developed feelings for him overnight?
"Sophie, I'm sorry. I was only joking, I didn't mean to sound so rude. Please don't be upset, love. I shouldn't have joked like that. What do you want to know?" he tried to remedy the awkwardness in the air. He reached across the table to grab her hand as a comfort and looked up at her eyes, glassy and cold.
"Nothing. I just want to get this job over with." and with that she stood to leave. Eames jumped up and grabbed her hand, "No Sophie, please don't leave. I promise you, I was only joking. I'll tell you anything that you want to know..." he breathed heavily, stumbling over his words in an attempt to soothe her.
"Anything?" she asked, biting her bottom lip with a child-like grin on her face. He looked at her confused, and continued, "Yes, anything. Now out with it, you're making me regret saying that."
"What did you do last night after you left my room?" she sheepishly asked, knowing that he would be too embarrassed to answer.
His jaw dropped, completely unprepared for THAT question. Anything else would have been fine, but something that personal?! Was she crazy?!
He laughed nervously, a drop of sweat begging to develop by his eyebrow. He couldn't even look her in the face, for he knew exactly what he did last night and was not in any position to be that graphic with a woman he barely knew.
She urged him to continue, reminding him that he promised to answer any question she asked.
"You don't want to be a liar, now do you? C'mon, out with it," she giggled, his discomfort plastered all over his face. For such a debonaire man, he certainly did have a shy side to him.
"Ohhhh all right! You are a pervert woman, you know that? Well, I went back to my room, and took my clothes off and laid them neatly on the chair. Then I climbed into bed." He couldn't bring himself to say more after watching Sophia's hand clasp to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
"See? You are cruel. You like to see people squirm! I'm done playing this game," Eames tried to sound upset but couldn't hold in a laugh any longer. They both stood laughing in the street, being egged on by one another.
"So you climbed into bed. Then what? Did you wish that you had company?" she slyly attempted to coax his answer out of him.
"I suppose I did. It would have made my life a little bit easier." he smirked at her, becoming embarrassed once again.
Taking a step closer to Eames, Sophia's eyes looked deeply into his as she continued, "And who did you wish to see, Mr. Eames?" Taking another step, she began to close the gap between them until he could feel her breath brush his face. He suddenly found it hard to swallow, her close proximity tested his will power. All he wanted was to sweep her off of her feet and back to his hotel room. Her boldness was making the yearning in his pants too much to bear.
Without another thought, he reached for her chin and stole a glance at her plump lips. Making eye contact with her once more, he breathed, "You, darling." And with that, he lightly pressed his lips against Sophia's, instantly feeling an electricity flow freely between them.
Sophia's legs began to give out. His lips were so soft and gentle against hers, dripping with longing and affection. After a few more seconds, he began to pull away. In an inexplicable panic, she reached for the back of his head to keep his lips pressed closely to hers. She could feel a smile forming on his face as she held his head, running her fingers through his hair. She couldn't believe the magnetism between then in that moment, but she couldn't get enough of it. She craved more and in a fluid movement, she let her tongue graze his bottom lip.
The pair just stood in the street and if felt as if time had slowed down. After a moment, they both realized that they were breathing heavily and broke the kiss begrudgingly. They locked eyes once more before heading back to the hotel, his arm wrapped around her waist adoringly.