- And if we didn't go to the appointement... Goren lifted Eames's golden hair to rest gently on her shoulder, and lowered his face to the nape of her neck, to rest his lips, to brush against her. And that we'd go back to what we were doing.
At this proposal, and the softness of his lips on her skin, Eames moaned with pleasure.
Goren's proposal was very tempting, and she'd love to take back what they'd done.
She'd felt so womanly in his arms, so desired, so loved.
But Eames knew they couldn't.
So she had to pull herself together.
- Bobby... We...
Goren wrapped his arm around Eames' belly, pulled her against him, pressed his powerful torso against her back, and his hard member brushed against Eames' small buttocks, who let out a little cry of surprise, mingled with pleasure, as she felt that what Goren had in his crotch was roof hard, and still ready for use.
But this was impossible.
She couldn't give in to his impulses.
And so, she had to say no.
- Bobby... Please.
No and no.
Goren wouldn't listen to Eames.
He wanted to touch her, to hear her moan, to shiver under his fingers, under his kisses, and he didn't care about the FBI.
So, proud of his decision, he brought his hand to her little buttocks, caressed them through the fabric.
- You know you've got one of his asses.
At his words, Eames bit her lip, to stop the little cry of pleasure that escaped her lips.
- Why don't you let yourself go...
Why didn't she let herself go...
But Goren knew very well why.
So why did he insist.
Why was he doing everything, to make her give in.
Goren moved his hand away from her little buttocks and slipped it in front of her, dipping his long, slender fingers into her pants and panties, caressing her little button, which was already soaking wet, much to his delight.
- Oh... He accentuated the caress with his fingers, making her bite her lips harder and harder to stop herself from moaning. But you're all wet.
Of course she was already soaking wet.
Goren couldn't see the effect he was having on her.
His warm voice, vibrating with desire, inflamed her all over.
And her fingers...
My God...
No.
She had to pull herself together, and above all, stop Goren.
But what he was doing to her was so good, she longed for him to continue.
- Alex... I want to hear you moan...
At her words, Eames let out her moans, setting Goren's whole body on fire, who, overcome with desire, brought her other hand to the fabric of his pants, sliding them down.
But realizing that Goren wouldn't stop, and that he'd ask for more, but above all, that she wouldn't feel brave enough to refuse, Eames, who was still thinking a little clearly, put her hands on Goren's, stopping her movements, and quickly stepped aside, turning to face him.
- No Bobby... We mustn't.
No...
They mustn't.
And why not.
He wanted to make love to her.
And from what he could see, and feel, Eames wanted it as much as he did.
So why stop everything.
- But you want it as much as I do.
As much as he...
Yes, that was true.
But it was impossible.
So why couldn't Goren understand.
Was he forgetting that if the FBI didn't see her at the rendezvous point, they could swoop in without any form of due process, to come and get her by force.
And such a situation was not to be.
- Bobby... Try to understand.
Try to understand...
No and no.
Goren didn't want to understand.
He wanted to make love to Eames, and above all, not let her leave him.
And nothing Eames said would change his mind.
And he didn't care about the FBI.
The FBI didn't scare him.
- Bobby...
At his name, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see an Eames, shaking her head sadly.
He crossed his arms and bit his lips, sulking.
Oh... Oh...
From Goren's reaction, and above all, his sulky expression, Eames understood that Goren would never give in, like a capricious child.
Name of God...
Why couldn't he try to understand.
She didn't want to leave him either, and would stay with him, especially if it meant doing little erotic things in his arms.
So why was he behaving like a child.
Refusing to listen.
And above all, to understand.
So Eames decided to approach him, and above all, to talk some sense into him, even if she knew it was a long shot.
She knew that when he had an idea in mind, it was difficult to change his mind.
When she reached Goren, she raised her hand to his face, placed her little fingers on his cheek and caressed it with infinite gentleness.
- My whimsical Goren... All mine.
Her whimsical Goren...
Whimsical, him.
It wasn't a whim.
Goren wanted the woman he loved from the depths of his heart to stay close to him.
And he wanted to make love to her again.
What's more, even if she said no, Goren knew that Eames wanted it too.
His body had told him so, along with her little moans.
So why couldn't they stay together, and keep making love to her.
Just me...
Her words flashed through his mind, nipping at his heels.
My God...
Could it be that Eames had feelings for him.
For what she'd just said suggested as much.
But he could be wrong, and misinterpret things.
And yet...
If it could be true.
For Goren had to admit, he was hers, body and soul, and only hers.
Eames had stolen his heart.
Goren put his hand on Eames', savoring the caress of her tiny fingers on his cheek.
- Alex... I...
Eames put his finger to his lips, silencing him, and shook his head in denial.
No.
She couldn't let Goren talk, or she'd give in and not join the FBI.
- Say nothing...
Say nothing...
But he wanted to tell her how he felt.
How much he cared for her.
How much he loved her.
To tell her that she was his whole life.
And that without her, he couldn't go on.
- Bobby... She moved her hand away from his lips, back up to his forehead, and took a little rebellious curly ebony lock between her fingers, putting it back in place. You'll do fine without me.
Get along without her...
I'll say.
Eames was the voice of his reason.
She was the only one who knew how to handle him, when he went off on his rants.
- I trust you.
Trust him...
My God...
How could she trust him.
She knew what he was like.
And so she should have told him to be careful what he did.
And certainly not, that she trusted him.
- Bobby... We'll have to go.
At her words, Goren's heart broke.
No.
It was too soon.
Eames couldn't leave him already, not now.
So let it be that way.
Goren took Eames' face between his fingers, and took possession of his lips with ardor, intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
At this kiss, Eames wrapped her arms around Goren's neck, pressing her small body against his.
Goren brought his hands to Eames' little buttocks, lifted her off the ground and wrapped his legs around her waist.
But at this gesture, she realized what was happening, so she parted her lips from his, and plunged her big hazel eyes into Goren's gaze, shining with desire.
- Bobby... You mustn't.
Name of God...
Goren should have known Eames would say that.
But he'd needed to kiss her, to savor again the taste, the softness of her lips, before she left him for good.
But he'd lost control.
- I'm sorry... But as soon as I kiss you...
Eames put his hand on Goren's lips, caressed them tenderly.
- I know.
She took his face between her hands, and took possession of his lips with infinite gentleness.
My God...
Eames' kiss was so tender, so sweet.
It broke Goren's heart.
How was he going to live without Eames, without his kisses.
But there was an alternative to letting Eames go with the FBI.
He could run away with her, even if it meant being hunted.
- No Bobby... She brought her fingers to her forehead, snapped them gently. Don't even think about it.
My God...
Eames was still reading him like an open book.
And she'd understood his intention.
- But...
- No Bobby... we can't do this.
So reluctantly, Goren gave in.
He laid Eames gently on the ground, took his face in his hands, and bringing his lips to his forehead, brushed against him.
- Very well... I'll do what you ask. He brought his hand to hers, intertwining his fingers with hers. But you don't know what you're asking.
Not knowing what she was asking of him...
If Eames knew.
And more importantly, she could see it.
At Goren's resigned look, and his brown eyes shining with immense sadness, Eames felt her heart clench.
But she couldn't do otherwise.
This had been the most beautiful night of her life, and she would never forget it, even when she was far away from him.
Eames could never forget Goren; he would always be in her heart.
Her heart, beating right now, just for him.
Goren breathed desperately, and keeping Eames' small hand in his, he moved towards the door.
- Let's go then.
Eames let Goren guide her, looking at her powerful back, the back she had caressed and touched with her fingers.
At this memory, Eames blushed violently.
But then she resumed.
No, it wasn't right to think about that.
But when she was far away, her memories would warm her life.
