Goren handed Eames a red tunic.
Goren wasn't serious.
She looked great in Goren's shirt, and she planned to stay dressed like that.
In addition...
Where was the harm...
Since she spent her days in the tent, and Goren always brought her a bucket of water to wash herself.
- You can't be serious.
I'm sorry.
Not serious.
What did Eames think.
That he would leave her in that outfit.
This outfit that didn't hide anything of her femininity.
And that drove him completely crazy.
Dressed as a soldier...
He could at least calm his ardor.
And forget this cursed vision of her small white panties.
The one that prevented him from sleeping.
And that only gave him bad ideas in the head.
In addition...
With all the men in the camp...
It was better to play it safe.
He couldn't risk that she would fall prey to the baser instincts of one of his men.
But strangely enough...
Goren knew that if Alex was in danger on this side...
It was more with him.
Because sooner or later...
He could not hold back.
And would give in to his impulses.
So it was better to play it safe.
And make her get dressed.
In addition...
Eames could finally go outside and walk around.
To get some fresh air.
Because staying in this tent was not going to be very pleasant.
He had an idea to take his mind off it.
But it was out of the question.
Why did he always come back to this obsession of this small white panties.
He had never reacted like that.
Ready to jump on the girl…
Just because of a little piece of cloth.
But it wasn't just any fabric.
The fabric molded to perfection the well rounded shape of Eames' little buttocks.
In annoyance, he slapped his forehead with his hand, trying to pull himself together and think of something else.
- It's clean, I hope.
Pardon.
What did she think...
That he was going to give her a dirty piece of clothing that smelled like one of his men.
Oh no, surely not.
Especially...
That he had spent hours washing it.
And at that time...
There was no washing machine.
And the only human smell he would tolerate on his body would be his own.
The others, he would kill.
- Do you really think I would give you a dirty outfit...
At her words, Eames looked at the outfit Goren was holding in his hands.
She really didn't want to wear that red tunic.
She was fine the way she was.
But how could she tell Goren.
He might get the wrong idea.
Besides...
She knew Goren and his obsessiveness.
And he had to wash the outfit himself with his own hands.
But she didn't feel like it.
And then...
She did what she wanted.
It wasn't him who was going to tell her what she had to wear or not.
- I don't want it.
What.
But she was stubborn.
He had to make her understand that it would be better for her.
And especially...
For him.
- Eames... Would you please put this outfit on at the end.
Eames shook his head in denial.
- No, I won't wear it.
Pardon.
A violent anger rose in Goren.
He put the clothes in her arms by force.
But for all answer to this gesture, she threw them to his face.
- I said to you not. She shouted, the red face, her big hazel eyes throwing lightnings. And you will not impose me anything.
To impose him...
While he had spent hours washing her clothes just for her.
So that she could be free to walk around the camp.
And she...
She threw the red tunic in his face.
Out of anger, and no longer able to bear Eames' caprice, he threw the clothes to the ground, and put his hand on her wrist, crushed it, and drew her to him, bringing her face closer to his.
- If you ever do that kind of thing again...
This kind of thing...
But Goren was not happy.
He was angry.
Did he really think she was afraid of him...
Eames lifted his chin, challenged him with his eyes.
- And what will you do... Eames slapped Goren's hand hard and he let go of her wrist. And first of all, who allowed you to put your hand on me.
Pardon.
He had heard Eames' words.
To lay a hand on her.
While he had been holding back since that night when he had seen her panties.
It was too much for Goren who boiled inside.
He put his hand on her arm, but Eames wanted to move away, and her legs met the diaper, and she toppled backwards, followed by Goren, whom she dragged with her in her fall.
Eames did not move, her heart beating violently in her chest, ready to break, still tetanized by what had just happened.
She and Goren had had a fight over a simple outfit.
And the worst part...
By falling with her...
Goren had fallen on her...
And not just anywhere.
Her face was there...
Against her little breasts.
Eames didn't dare move a muscle.
It was so embarrassing this situation.
But strangely…
It was very troubling.
My God...
What had just happened.
And why did it feel so good where his face had landed.
Instead of getting hurt...
He had landed on something very soft.
Goren opened his eyes, and found himself face to face with two small breasts.
He pulled away quickly, his face red.
- Sorry.
He turned his face away, not daring to look at Eames, all embarrassed, and brought his hand to his half-ebony, half-ash curls, ruffled them.
My God...
It had fallen on the chest of Eames.
And what a chest.
He had been able to feel the firmness and the roundness of its small breasts.
And it had been very pleasant.
Name of God...
He absolutely had to get out and cool off.
And especially...
That he ran away from her as soon as possible.
Not wasting a second, and without a glance at Eames, Goren rushed out of the tent, under the gaze of an Eames who didn't dare believe what had just happened.
Goren had fallen on his chest.
And he...
Couldn't think of anything better than to run away from her.
The hilarity of the situation rose in her, she brought her hands to her mouth, and burst out laughing.
The situation was so funny.
Name of God...
But it made Eames laugh at what had just happened.
Goren could hear his laughter choking.
Which annoyed him to no end.
There was really nothing funny about the situation.
He had fallen with his head on his chest.
Who was he kidding?
At the time...
He thought she was embarrassed.
Since she was not moving...
Did not speak.
But not at all.
As soon as he had fled the tent, she started to laugh.
And with a full throat.
My God...
He would never understand her.
It was hopeless.
- So... what did she say about the outfit.
At her words from Olson, Goren blushed violently.
It was because of that damn outfit that they had argued...
And above all...
That he had ended up with his head on her chest.
And one of her breasts.
Goog God...
Goren tapped his head.
He had to forget what had just happened.
Or he wouldn't answer for anything.
Eames poked his little head through the canvas of the tent, looking for Goren with his eyes.
There he was, sitting in front of the ashes of a fire, looking down at Olson.
Eames turned her head toward the outfit lying on the ground, and huffed in exasperation.
She would have to make an effort.
Even if she wasn't thrilled to be wearing this outfit.
But Goren must have spent hours washing it.
And for that reason alone, she would make the effort to wear it.
But she would miss Goren's shirt.
Which was really quite nice.
And from where she could smell Goren's sweet musky and masculine smell.
A very pleasant smell to her nostrils.
But she would never, ever admit to Goren why she wanted to stay in his shirt.
It was far too embarrassing.
If he found out that she had a soft spot for his smell, he could imagine many things.
And she didn't want that.
- Robert... Andy whispered in Goren's ear. Don't turn around... But Lady Eames is watching you stealing her away.
Olson didn't need to tell him.
He had felt Eames' gaze on him for some time.
Small footsteps were heard, and Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to look up and see the person who had come to join them.
At the sight of Eames wearing the red tunic, with her golden hair tied back in a ponytail, Goren's breath caught.
My God...
He thought that it would help him forget what he had seen, and what had just happened...
On the contrary.
This outfit was revealing too much of his form.
If he had known...
But in any case...
It could not be worse than the outfit she had before.
Oh well, at least her legs were covered, and he wouldn't have the chance to see her little white panties, much to his regret.
My God...
Why did he keep coming back to this.
It was getting hopeless.
- Bobby...
At Eames' little voice, he snapped out of his thoughts, to see her there, just sitting next to him.
- Glad I'm wearing your stupid outfit.
Yes and no.
Because even under all her layers of fabric, he had only one desire, to tear them, and see her naked.
And above all...
To touch her.
With irritation he slapped his forehead with his hand, trying to regain control of his mind.
Eames looked at him, waiting for his reply, which did not come.
- Now that I have this outfit... We can go for a walk outside the camp.
At this proposal, a small smile appeared on the lips of Goren, he nodded.
At this small smile, Eames felt his heart racing.
My God...
Couldn't he look so sweet when he smiled.
For Eames did not know where she stood.
- Something is troubling you...
Something was troubling her.
That was a good one.
Of course something was bothering her.
Seeing him smile just threw her for a loop.
And that did not please her at all.
She who had always been in control of her feelings, was no longer.
And all because of this big idiot.