- Alex... I'd like to try something new.
Testing something new...
The thought alone made Eames feel all tingly.
- You trust me...
Of course she trusted him, when it came to the sexual acts between them.
- Yes... I trust you.
Then, gently, he brought his hands to her waist and turned her over, her back to him, her belly to the sheet, positioning her on all fours.
He brought his hand to her back, letting his long, slender fingers slide slowly, delicately, down her spine, until they touched and caressed her buttocks, making her quiver.
He positioned himself right on top of her, placed his hands on the sheet on either side of her body, his powerful torso grazing her back, pressed his hard member against her buttocks.
- What are you...
Lowering his face to hers, he brought his lips to her ear, brushed against it.
- I'm going to make you love...
He straightened up, brought his hands to Eames's buttocks, grabbed them and spread her hips, positioned himself behind her, just at the entrance to her intimacy, and with a sharp thrust, penetrated her.
- Oh Bobby... All the same.
At her outraged moan, mixed with pleasure, he pulled out, entered her at a frantic pace, making her moan, bury her face in the pillow, and clutch the sheet with his hands.
- Oh Bobby... That's... Yes continue... Continue…

At her request, Goren ignited even more, unleashing himself like a madman, and taking her savagely.
- Alex... I love this position...
- I love it too.
At her cry, Goren lost all control, grabbing her buttocks, kneading them, thrusting deeper into her, making her tense up and cry out in pleasure.
- Bobby... Bobby...
My God...
He'd wanted to try new things with Eames, and well, he wasn't disappointed.
Goren never thought this position could be so good.
And knowing that Eames loved it increased his pleasure tenfold.
- Alex... I'm going to...
And then came the explosion.
A violent, searing explosion.
It made him tense up, his body shaking with spasms, possessing her again and again, grunting with pleasure, and delivering his seed inside her.
- Oh Alex... Yes... I love taking you like this.
That's all it took for Eames, who arched her back, clutched the sheet with all her might, and cried out in pleasure.
- Oh Bobby... I love this position.

Still burning with desire for Eames, he wrapped his arm around her belly, turned her to face him, and without wasting a second, came to position himself at her crotch, spread her thighs, and penetrated her again, possessing her savagely, and grunting.
- Alex... I can't be gentle.
She brought her hands to his ebony curls, grabbed them, forced him to lower his face to hers, and took possession of his lips with passion.
My God...
It felt so good to be in Eames.
To feel his wetness spurting over her member.
The sound of their sexes becoming one.
So good, to possess her so savagely.
But knowing he only had her body, not her heart, hurt so much he couldn't be tender.
Goren wanted to hurt her as much as he did her body.
His thrusts into her were more and more violent, and instead of telling him to stop, and telling him that he was hurting her, Eames was enjoying it, and enjoying it a lot.
So even though he was violent, she liked what he was doing to her sexually.
But suddenly, Goren was ashamed of himself, of what he was doing.
This wasn't love...
What he was doing to Eames.
So, without explanation, he withdrew from Eames, who looked at him in surprise.

He pulled away from her, turned away, and went to sit on the edge of the bed, refusing to face her, and clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles were white.
- I'm sorry... You'd better go home, Eames.
Pardon.
Goren wasn't serious.
And what was this way of putting distance between them, using his name.
They were so comfortable making love, their two bodies entangled, and all of a sudden, he withdrew without any explanation, and asked her to leave.
- You really want me to go... Why...
At his words, Goren felt his heart clench, and all his sadness resurface, tears welling up in his eyes, clouding his vision.
Goren wanted to tell her to stay.
But he also wanted to scream at her.
Why do you want to stay.
Since you don't love me.
But he couldn't.
Despite everything, he needed her by his side, her presence.
Faced with Goren's silence and refusal to face him, Eames felt a mixture of sadness and anger.
But it was anger that prevailed.
- Very well... If that's the way it is.
Angry and hurt at having been chastised in this way, Eames climbed down from the bed and made for the clothes lying on the floor.

She reached out to pick them up, and in her hands at last, she dressed as best she could, raging when one of her garments wouldn't slip on easily.
Finally dressed, she didn't waste a second, and headed for the door, without a glance for Goren.
But she felt long, slender fingers on her wrist, stopping her.
- Alex... She turned to him, annoyed. Is it so difficult to love me...
At her words, Eames looked at him as if forbidden.
Had she heard what Goren had just asked her.
Was it difficult to love him.
Of course not.
Quite the contrary.
She'd been madly in love with him back in the day.
But the lout had known how to deal with it.
Too well, in fact.
And he always did, as far as she could see.
As proof, she was ready to fall back into his arms, but she refused.
- Do you love me...
I'm so sorry.
What was he thinking, asking her such questions.
What exactly was he looking for.
At Eames' silence, Goren felt bruised.
- Sorry... He let go of her wrist. I shouldn't have asked you those questions.
On Goren's last words, Eames, his heart pounding, turned away from him, and headed for the door, his hand on her wrist, where Goren had placed his fingers, still shaken by his questions, and leaving Goren, who couldn't take his eyes off her, with a bruised heart…

Why had Goren asked her if it was difficult to love her...
And if she loved him.
What did he care if she loved him or not.
Goren had her body, that should have been enough for him.
But no, he wanted her heart.
And that would always be no.
But then why...
Why had she seen the immense pain in his face, and the tiniest hint of hope when he'd asked her questions.
Could it be that Goren still loved her, as Goren's mother had assured him.
But no, that was impossible.
But his questions, the sadness on his face, told her that maybe it was true.
Arriving at the door of Goren's apartment, she huffed in despair at still being so upset by her questions, took a deep breath to compose herself, opened the door and stepped out.