Goren could not face Eames.
He was too angry with him.
If he had been more careful, Eames would never have been captured.
And most importantly...
She would not have been sexually assaulted.
He would never forgive what had happened.
He clenched his fists on his hips until his knuckles were white.
- Bobby...
At the small footsteps that had approached him and that small voice, he turned.
Eames was right there, a few millimeters away from him, her face raised, and her big hazel eyes, which she put on him, shone with a strange glow.
- Thank you.
Thank you...
And for what.
For being raped by her unconsciousness.
Eames couldn't be serious.
How could she thank him after what she had just been through.
She should have hated him.
And here she was...
Thanking him.
He didn't deserve her thanks.
But despite everything a small smile appeared on her lips.
At the memory of what had happened in the French captain's tent, after Eames had gagged and bound him.
She had taken out all her anger on the Frenchman.
- Who allowed you to do this to me... Eames kicked the French captain hard in the stomach. Bastard.
Eames was getting harder and harder.
Letting out all the anger she felt.
Cursing this man.
And hitting him with all her might.
Good God...
He had to stop Eames.
Nothing good would come of it.
So he decided it was time to intervene.
He walked up to Eames, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back.
At this gesture, Eames struggled, screamed and kicked.
- Let me go... I'm not done.
- I'm not finished.
At Goren's scream, and his refusal to let her go, Eames turned and glared at him.
Suddenly, all the anger she felt was replaced by an immense sadness, and she threw herself into his arms, burst into tears, clutched his jacket with all her strength.
My God...
No.
Everything but that.
To hear Eames cry...
To see her clinging to him.
It broke his heart.
But how could it be otherwise.
What she had just experienced was the most horrible thing.
But Goren had to ask her.
To be sure.
Because he absolutely had to know.
With infinite gentleness, he took her face in his hands, forced her to raise her face to his.
- Did he...
My God...
No.
Goren had arrived in time.
Eames had escaped the worst.
And she could never forget it.
Goren looked at her with a serious face, his brown eyes darkened with worry, waiting for an answer.
She shook her head in denial.
- You arrived in time.
At her words, Goren felt an immense relief.
So Eames had escaped rape.
Good God...
If he hadn't arrived in time.
No.
Goren had to get that out of his head.
Or he was going to go crazy.
Gently, he took her hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers.
- We need to get to Marcus, who must be with Olson.
At his words, Eames nodded, and let himself be led out of the tent.
- Bobby...
At his name, he snapped out of his thoughts, only to come face to face with two large hazel eyes staring at him intently.
- I didn't do much...
I didn't do much.
Eames smiled, tenderized.
That was Goren's doing.
Thanks to him...
She had avoided being raped.
And he...
He said that it was not a big deal what he had done.
He would never change.
And then...
She wanted to thank him in her own way.
Eames took Goren's face in her hands, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips to his.
At her lips coming dangerously close to his, Goren's heart beat violently in his chest, ready to break.
No.
Eames wasn't going to kiss her.
It couldn't be possible.
And yet...
Her lips, which were getting closer and only a few millimeters from his, told him that she was going to do it.
Name of God.
No.
He couldn't let her.
Eames wasn't.
And never would be for him.
- No... Alex.
He placed his hands on hers, shook his head in denial.
What do you mean...
No.
Eames wanted to thank him.
And she would.
Proud of this resolution, she took possession of Goren's lips with infinite tenderness.
At this tender kiss, Goren felt all his barriers collapse.
He let fall his hands, to wrap them around her waist, to attract her to him, to tighten it in his arms, and deepened the kiss of Eames, devouring her lips with avidity.
At this kiss that became fiery, this tongue that insinuated itself in his mouth battling with his tongue and rolling there, Eames pushed a small cry of pleasure.
My God...
She had never felt anything so strong at a kiss.
Goren was the only one.
Eames brought her hands to her half-beige, half-ashy curls, pressing her small body against Goren's.
He put his hands on her hips, lifted her off the floor, and guided her to her bed.
When he reached Eames' bed, he gently laid her on the sheet and came to sit behind her.
Goren laid his head against her shoulder, buried his face, his heart still shaken by his emotions, and tried to regain his senses, and his breath.
- If we ever do this...
Eames nodded, looking serious.
- I know...
At her words, Goren looked up, to see an Eames wrapping her arm around his neck.
But her cheeks turned pink, and she lowered her face, hesitantly.
- But I do.
Her words had been a whisper.
And Goren wasn't sure if she had heard correctly...
Or understood.
- You...
She raised her face to Goren's, her hazel eyes glowing with a decided flame, and her little fingers brushing the back of his neck.
My God...
But yes.
That whisper he thought he'd deciphered.
Those were the words he'd heard.
Eames wanted...
So it was decided.
Eames wanted it as much as he wanted it.
So where was the harm.
They were both adults.
And willing.
In addition...
He couldn't hold back any longer because he couldn't touch her.
And he was going to go crazy.
And despite all his good resolutions...
He knew he could never resist such an invitation.
So with a serious look, Goren nodded, and with extreme gentleness, took her chin between his fingers, lowered her face towards his, took possession of her lips with ardor.