Goren slid his hands down Alexa's neck to her small breasts, took them in his hand, kneaded them and pinched her nipples, the tips of which were already erect and hard.
- Oh...
Eames brought his hands to her half-bearded, half-ashen curls, forcing her face lower, devouring her lips.
Good God...
But she was so hot.
It was so exciting.
Alexa was driving him crazy.
- Oh Alexa...
Gently, he moved away from Alexa's lips, to slide them down her neck, until he reached her little breast, which he took full in his mouth, licked it and sucked the little nipple.
- Oh Bobby...
Eagerly devouring her little breast with his lips, he moved his hand away from her little breast, slid it down her belly, and reaching her crotch, plunged it inside, making Eames tense with pleasure, and caressed her little button.
My God...
But she was already soaking wet.
The wetness squirting under her fingers, the softness of her little lips.
Good God...
He was going to lose his mind completely, if it continued.
Goren had only one wish, one desire...
To take her right now.
But could he.
Wasn't it too hasty.
But his member hurt so much, so great was his desire, that he was afraid of losing all control.
- Alex... I can't wait...
Eames, pink with pleasure, nodded.
Then, gently, he spread her thighs, took her hard member in his hand, and approached her intimacy.
This was it...
And nothing would stop him this time.
Not even the voice of the little blonde of his dreams.
Proud of his resolution, Goren lowered his face to Alexa's, brought his lips to hers, brushed against them.
With extreme gentleness, he entered her, making her tense and cling to him, and slowly began the back-and-forth.
- Good heavens...
But it was too big.
It was too big for her.
It hurt.
If Eames had known, she wouldn't have insisted he take it.
Seeing Alexa wince, he stopped, worried.
- Am I hurting you...
What kind of question was that.
Of course he was hurting her.
It wasn't normal to be that big.
It was much too big, too big for her.
Eames couldn't take something like that inside her.
She couldn't.
She wanted to scream at him to stop, and right away.
But she couldn't.
Goren was worried about her, and she wanted him to enjoy himself anyway.
- If you want... I can withdraw.
At her words, Goren withdrew, but Eames wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him back, and forced him to stay inside her.
- No... Don't pull out.
No...
Don't let him pull out.
But he could see it was painful for her.
And that she wouldn't like what was about to happen.
In addition, this was supposed to be an act of pleasure, not torture.
And he couldn't...
Wouldn't hurt her.
It was simply out of the question.
- But you're in pain.
For all answer, Eames passionately took possession of his lips, intertwined their tongues in a mad dance, re-anchored his member inside her, and gently moved his pelvis.
At this audacity, Goren set himself ablaze, giving in to the passion that subjugated him, accentuating his thrusts and gradually accelerating to Alexa's rhythm.
Eames bit his lips to keep from screaming, such was the pain.
But little by little, the pain was replaced by something very pleasant, making her squeal with pleasure and cling to him with all her might.
- Oh Bobby... Yes... It's good...
At her cries, Goren lost all control, brought his hands to her pelvis, held it firmly, accelerated to a frantic pace, pounding her.
Eames felt herself fainting at this ardor and leaving.
She clung to Goren with all her might, arched her back, threw her head back, her golden hair cascading down her back, and howled with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... Come... Yes come...
That's all it took for Goren to feel the explosion inside him.
He tensed, his body shaking with spasms, let out his scream, and delivered his seed into her.
- Oh Alexa...
But suddenly, a violent pain spread through his skull, making him stop and put his hands to his head, screaming in pain, as a worried Alexa looked on.
- Bobby...
That voice...
My God...
No.
It was the voice of the little blonde woman from his dream.
He turned his attention back to Alexa, and the face of the little blonde woman from his dreams interposed itself to Alexa's face.
My God...
Please don't tell me.
It couldn't be...
This little blonde woman who had appeared in his dreams to reason with him was none other than Alexa.
But the worst was yet to come, when the pain became even more searing, and flashbacks appeared in a loop in his mind.
It's not a fish... It doesn't have scales.
The little blonde woman huffed and puffed.
It has no affect.
The same little blonde woman nodded.
Thank you for withdrawing your request.
This time, she looked so sad.
My God...
No.
Anything but that.
This woman wasn't just Alexa, she was his work partner, Alexandra Eames.
And he, he had...
My God...
Tell me it wasn't possible.
And yet, it was true.
He'd just committed the irreparable.
- Alex... I...
At the name Goren had used with her before her accident, Eames was beginning to see the gravity of the matter.
Could it be...
No.
Anything but this.
Goren couldn't have his memory back now.
Not at the moment.
- I'm so sorry.
My God...
It couldn't be true.
Eames couldn't believe it.
And yet...
I'm so sorry.
Goren had just openly apologized for sleeping with her.
Goren, flustered and mortified that he'd slept with Eames, moved away from her without a word.
My God, he'd slept with Eames.
He'd slept with Eames.
The woman he'd always considered his sister.
In doing so, he'd destroyed everything between them.
Having lost his memory didn't give him the right to take advantage of Eames, and the situation, to give free rein to his baser instincts.
He'd just committed an irreparable act.
And nothing could make up for what he'd done.
Nor face her.
Ashamed, he turned away from Eames, sat on the edge of the bed and took her face in his hands.
At this gesture, this distance, Eames felt a great chill.
Why had Goren just pulled away from her.
Had she done something wrong.
Eames straightened up and approached Goren, placing her slender fingers on his arm, brushing against him.
- Don't touch me.
At his cold words, Eames withdrew his wounded hand.
My God...
Why so much coldness toward him.
What could have happened to make him so cold to her.
Without a glance at Eames, he dismounted and headed for his belongings on the floor.
He hastily picked them up and put them on, raging when he had trouble putting them on, while Eames looked on in incomprehension.
Eames felt his heart break.
- I remember everything... Eames.
At his name, Eames' heart stopped mortified.
Goren had just called him Eames.
And he'd told her he remembered everything.
My God...
No.
Everything but this.
What she hadn't wanted to happen had just happened.
She'd been so afraid he'd turn on her if he got his memory back...
And it hadn't failed.
No...
Goren couldn't act like that.
Not after everything they'd been through lately.
- That's why I can't stay.
Pardon.
Goren wasn't serious.
He wasn't just going to leave.
- Bobby... Wait...
No.
He couldn't wait.
Or he'd weaken.
Goren couldn't stay with Eames.
She wasn't for him.
And he, wasn't good enough for her.
He'd only ruined her life.
And he couldn't let that go on.
Not after what had just happened.
The sooner he left and got out of her life, the better it would be for her.
With a heavy heart, he left the room, under the gaze of an Eames who didn't yet realize that he was out of her life for good.
No.
It couldn't be.
Goren couldn't just leave.
Not after what had happened between them.
She had to hold him back, stop him from leaving.
Without missing a beat, Eames wrapped her body in the bed sheet and rushed after Goren.
At the hurried footsteps closing in on him, Goren quickened his pace and, without missing a beat, opened the door.
- Bobby... Wait. She put her little hand on his wrist, holding him back. Don't do this.
Don't do this...
But he had to.
For her sake.
- I can't help it.
He brought his hand to Eames's fingers, spread them, and stomped out of the apartment, walking away.
- Bobby... No. Eames screamed, tears welling up in his eyes, clouding his vision. But I love you me…
She fell to the ground, put her hands to her face and burst into tears, crying and screaming out her despair.
At Alex's cries, Goren wanted to turn back, but he couldn't. If he stayed with Eames, she'd never be a fulfilled woman.
If he stayed with Eames, she'd never be a fulfilled woman.
Above all, she'd never have a good career.
He was a millstone around her neck.
And that couldn't go on.
They would resume their respective lives, simply as working partners, and nothing more.
With his heart in a thousand pieces, he went on his way.
- I loved you, Alex.