Eames felt good, so good.
She hadn't felt this way in a long time.
It was as if she were safe.
Still, it was strange...
The last time she'd felt this good was...
Name of God...
Don't tell me.
Eames opened her eyelids, her eyes meeting a powerful torso, a torso she knew so well.
And who was none other than Goren.
Good God...
She was on Goren.
Eames had her head resting against Goren's torso, and he had his arm around her waist, squeezing her gently.
Their legs were intertwined, and they were naked, their skins against each other, she on top of him, and he lying with his back to the sofa.
Good God...
This couldn't be happening.
And yet...
Everything was coming back to her.
It was she who, out of grief, had asked Goren to make love to her all night long.
She'd asked him because she wanted to forget what was making her unhappy, and be in his arms.
And he'd given in to her request.
But that was no reason to stay on top of him.

She absolutely had to get out of there, out of this very awkward, but very erotic position, as her intimacy brushed against Goren's hard member, and her body ignited at this contact.
But now was not the time to think about that.
Eames had to calm her ardor.
And above all, she had to get away from Goren, before Lucy woke up and caught them in this posture, but also, before Goren woke up.
Thinking of Goren, the man beneath her, she lifted her gaze to his sleeping face, and her heart began to beat violently in her chest, ready to break.
He looked so peaceful, and much less tortured.
Eames instinctively brought his hand to Goren's cheek, caressing it with infinite tenderness.
- Alex...
At this whisper, Eames gasped and pulled his hand away as if it had just been burned.
What had gotten into her.
Watching him sleep, and feeling the need to caress his cheek.
She should never have reacted like that.
Nor should she have made love to him all night.
And be ready to make love with him again.
When he'd abandoned her in the past.
But despite thinking that, Eames didn't regret abandoning herself in Goren's arms, and would gladly do it again.
But she mustn't.
She had to forget everything she felt for Goren, force herself to, forget that love that still lived inside her, and beat for the man beneath her.
And never forget the past.
But strangely enough…

Doubts, that if Goren had really abandoned her in the past, especially after getting what he wanted, why was he so nice to her, and to his daughter.
And above all, why was he sleeping with her.
He should have, not wanted to make love to her anymore.
And from what she'd noticed, Goren was very demanding, never tiring of making love to her again and again.
In addition, Goren loved her more generous curves.
And if it was true that he'd seduced her just because she was a kid, pure and innocent, he should never have been interested in her, nor in her body, whose curves had grown in volume.
And all these little things were starting to make her doubt.
Doubt that he'd really abandoned her.
But then again...
Maybe she was hoping for too much, something that wouldn't have happened.
Still hoping he'd be sincere about his feelings for her, pretending to love her.
Because whether she liked it or not, Eames was still madly in love with him.
But now was not the time to think about all that.
She absolutely had to get away from Goren, and now.
Gently, carefully, she pulled Goren's arm away from her waist, uncrossed their legs, and stepped away from Goren.
With her feet on the ground, and finally separated from Goren's body, Eames looked around for her things, and as soon as she saw them, walked over to them, picked them up, and got dressed without further ado, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Finally dressed, Eames made her way to the bedroom where her daughter was sleeping, and gently opened the door, so as not to wake her.

She looked around the room, and her gaze was drawn to the big bed, where her daughter looked so small, but slept so happily.
At the sight, Eames smiled, touched.
Even towards his daughter, Goren had shown extreme kindness, leaving her his bed and his room.
Few men would have done that.
And yet...
He had.
Sacrificing his comfort for her daughter.
All his attentions, his gestures, which were really beginning to make her doubt whether he'd really abandoned her.
But perhaps she was too blinded by her feelings, wishing that what her father had told her about Goren was false, and that he had left for another reason, not to abandon her.
But if that was the case, why hadn't he come back.
Why hadn't he come looking for him.
Eames didn't understand anything anymore.
Didn't know who to trust.
Who to believe.
Could his father really have been lying.
Unless Goren was doing all this, making her doubt, just to bamboozle her, so he could just sleep with her.
But would he really do that.
Was he really that kind of man.
Name of God...
Eames didn't know anymore.
She was totally confused.
Well, she had to stop thinking too much, because that wouldn't help her problems, and she had to stop hanging around to leave.
If she went on like this, her daughter or Goren would wake up, and she'd be trapped, unable to leave.
And that, she preferred to avoid.

Above all, to find herself in front of Goren.
With a last look at her sleeping daughter, Eames closed the door behind her and headed for the front door.
But when she reached the front door, Eames couldn't help but stop and take one last look around the living room at the man asleep on the sofa.
She huffed in despair, unsure of what to think, and opened the door.
She looked away from Goren and went out.

Strange...
What was that noise, like a door being closed.
Eames was asleep on top of him, and her body brought him warmth, and a well-being he hadn't known for fourteen years.
And he'd like that to continue.
Let Eames stay like this, close to him, forever.
But the bliss he felt seemed to be evaporating, little by little, to be replaced by coldness and emptiness.
And his well-being was turning into malaise.
And he didn't like it.
Goren needed that warmth.
So instinctively, he opened his eyes and raised them to his chest, but there was no one there.
There was no body on him, no voluptuous form, and above all, no Alex.
Alex was gone.
Leaving him a great void.

He who had thought that after that wild night, when they hadn't stopped making love, he would find Eames asleep in his arms, Eames was gone.
Gone without having the courage to face her in the morning.
Why had she done it...
Hadn't they shared as they had back then, more than a physical relationship, but one based on feelings.
Goren had thought that maybe everything would go back to the way it was then.
But not at all.
Instead of growing closer, Eames was growing further away from him.
And it wasn't a night of sex that would bring her back.
He'd lost her for good.
At least, his heart.
Because as far as his body was concerned, that didn't seem to be the case.
But Goren wanted more than Eames' body.
He wanted his heart.
And knowing he didn't have her heart hurt terribly.
So who knows...
Maybe he should accept Deakins' idea of sending him to svu for a while.
It might be a good idea.
Deakins had asked him to think it over.
And Goren had hesitated for a long time.
But perhaps it would be better for him to be away from Alex, than to be near her, and suffer.
But now he'd made up his mind.
What had just happened had decided him to make his choice.

So, yes.
He would accept Deakins' proposal.
And maybe away from Eames he'd be less miserable.
Maybe not less unhappy, but not having her by his side every day, maybe he'd stop torturing himself, and more importantly, his poor heart.