Good God...
Why was there only one room left in this hotel.
Goren and Eames found themselves outside New York, all because for the purposes of an investigation, they'd had to travel to New Orleans, and since it was late, they had to at least stay overnight.
So they'd had no other option, since there were no flights except tomorrow morning.
But he wasn't happy about the situation.
Not only did Goren find himself having to share a room with Eames, which was formally forbidden by the rules of their work, given that Eames was a woman and he a man.
But above all, it was above his head.
Goren, who was uncomfortable trying to focus his attention on anything other than the big bed, kept coming back, or at least his eyes kept coming back, to rest on it.
And when he saw this bed, Goren didn't have the most Catholic of ideas.
And so, he was afraid that sooner or later, he'd lose control of himself and openly jump on Eames.
Goren hadn't forgotten the last time.
That time, when he'd lost control, when he'd held her close, and not only told her how he felt, but she'd been in a state of undress, and he'd been able to feel the firmness, and roundness, of her small breasts, the tips of which were hardened through the fabric of her shirt as they brushed against her.
And at that memory, his whole body burst into flames.
But he pulled himself together.
My God...
He shouldn't have reacted like that.
For one thing, it wasn't right.
But secondly, Eames was right next to him, and she could see from his face that something was tormenting him.
And he could never tell her the truth.
That it was her.
He didn't want to be rejected.
And especially not to be slapped in the face.
Even if it would clear his head.
- Bobby...
At her name, Goren snapped out of his thoughts to see an Eames who'd just put her back to the bed and was facing him, looking at him.
At this vision, of an Eames with her back to the bed, and that with ease, it could have been done, Goren had only one desire, to topple Eames onto the bed, and lift her skirt, to possess her.
But his blood ran cold, mortified by such erotic ideas.
Name of God...
He wasn't well.
And he needed to calm down.
And forget about his clumsy little blonde partner, at least for a moment.
But it was her fault after all, if she hadn't been so clumsy, but above all so cute, he'd never have felt such strong desire for her, and never have been so obsessed with her.
- Are you the one who's going to take the bed...
Pardon.
Him, taking the bed...
No, he wouldn't.
It was simply out of the question.
He was going to sleep on the couch, and that would suit him just fine.
- I'll take the couch.
What.
Eames looked at him surprised by this answer.
She turned her attention to the sofa, which was far too small for Goren.
Had he forgotten that he was a tall man, and that only the bed would fit him.
- I'll take the sofa.
Eames was going to take the sofa.
But that was out of the question.
Goren wouldn't let her.
As he watched, Goren saw Eames take the blanket from the bed, and the extra pillow, and head for the sofa.
But he moved towards her, understanding what she was about to do.
He stopped in front of her, blocking her path.
- No. I'll sleep on the sofa.
Goren brought his hands to the blanket, and the pillow, pulling them, but Eames tightened the pressure of his fingers, shaking his head, and refusing to let go.
- You're not thinking about it. You saw the size of the sofa.
Yes, he had.
And he'd deal with it.
Why did Eames always complicate things.
If it wasn't her clumsiness, it was this other side of her that came out, and it was wearing.
- I'd deal with it.
Goren would deal with it.
No and no.
It was out of the question for Goren to sleep on a piece of furniture so small in relation to his height.
The bed would be much better for him.
- I'd take the sofa. And I wouldn't change my mind.
Eames tightened the pressure of his fingers, and pulled with all his might.
But her fingers slipped, and she found herself falling backwards.
The blanket and pillow in his hands, and seeing an Eames who was falling backwards, Goren let go of what he had in his hand, to come to Eames' rescue, and wrapped his arm around her waist, catching her, and drawing her against him, preventing her from falling.
- Alex... Be careful what you're doing.
Eames looked up at Goren, her cheeks rosy, and her hands against his powerful torso.
- I...
My God...
Eames was so cute right now.
The way she looked at him, her big hazel eyes shining with sweetness, that delicious little pout on her lips, made Goren want to kiss her.
But he mustn't.
And especially not to repeat what he'd done last time.
- Bobby... Why are you looking at me like that.
Why was he looking at her like that.
But because he was dying to kiss her.
It was as simple as that.
But he could never tell her, it was too embarrassing.
And above all, Eames might not approve, what he had in mind.
So it was best to keep quiet.
- Is there something wrong with me.
Something wrong...
Not at all.
Nothing was wrong with Eames.
There was something wrong with him.
Being so obsessed with his little blonde partner.
- No... Nothing was wrong with you.
Nothing was wrong with her...
Was it true.
Eames doubted it.
Because why was Goren looking at her like that.
- Then why are you looking at me like that... If something isn't...
Eames couldn't finish what she was saying, as Goren lowered his face to hers, and took possession of her lips with ardor.
Goren hadn't been able to hold on, as Eames' lips moved, but more importantly, obsessed him, and so, unable to hold back for far too long, he lost all self-control and kissed her.
At the ardor of this kiss, Eames felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to break.
My God...
Wasn't she dreaming.
Goren wouldn't dare do this.
And yet...
It was his lips on hers.
And God, did she love it.
So she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her little body against his.
- Oh Bobby...
At Eames' moan, Goren stopped as if mortified, realizing what he'd just done.
My God...
He'd crossed the line again, and above all, let his urges act.
No and no.
This shouldn't have happened.
Even though Goren had to admit he loved kissing her, and her pressing her little body against his.
But it wasn't right.
And he absolutely had to pull himself together, and forget what he was feeling.
But above all, to get Eames away from him.
So, taking it upon himself, Goren brought his hands to Eames' arm, and moved them away from his neck, pulling Eames' little body away.
- I... Goren stepped back. I've got to go for a walk.
Go for a walk...
At this time of night.
Was Eames dreaming, or was Goren running away.
And if so, she wouldn't let him this time.
This time, she wanted to understand why Goren had kissed her, and why the last time he'd said those things to her, hugging her so tightly.
So she put her hand on Goren's wrist, stopping him in his tracks.
- Why...
Pardon.
Eames was asking her why.
Goren turned his attention to Eames, surprised by her why.
Good God...
Hadn't she understood yet, that he had a great weakness, and that weakness was her.
He turned his gaze to that small hand on his wrist.
Why in God's name...
Why was she holding him, questioning him, instead of letting him go.
- Why did you kiss me.
Goren blushed violently at this, put his hand to the back of his neck, turned his face away, his cheeks flushed.
My goodness...
Goren would have liked to be anywhere at this moment, but especially not here, in front of an Eames, who was questioning him.
- Bobby... I want to know...
Good God...
She couldn't stop questioning him.
But above all, to look him straight in the eye, her big hazel eyes, waiting for an answer.
- I don't...
Ah no.
Goren wasn't going to play that game.
Eames wanted to know, wanted to understand.
Was it because she was much more than a partner to him.
That despite her clumsiness, Goren could be attracted to her.
She needed to know.
- Tell me why...
But because if he told her the truth, she'd run away from him.
And she'd decide to change partners.
So he couldn't.
He didn't want to lose Eames.
- Is it because I matter to you... She lowered her face, only to raise it again, her cheeks rosy. Because you mean something to me.
He meant something to her.
My God...
No.
Eames couldn't have said that.
And yet...
That scarlet face she had right now told her it was true.
So Eames cared about him.
God...
If he'd expected this.
- Bobby... Answer...
Eames couldn't finish his sentence, as Goren wrapped his arm around Eames' waist, pulled him against him, lowered his face to his, and took possession of his lips with ardor.
- Oh Alex... I'm sorry... But I can't hold back any longer.
At this admission, Eames let go of her wrist to bring his hands to her ebony curls, buried his little fingers and deepened their kiss.
Then, at Eames's response to his kiss, Goren tipped Eames down with him, his back to the bed, causing the mattress to sag under the weight of their two bodies.
- Your clumsiness drove me mad... He reached under Eames' skirt, hastily removed her panties, beneath an Eames who lost nothing of the spectacle, her cheeks rosy. But you could also be so cute...
At her words, Eames felt her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to explode.
So despite her clumsiness, Goren thought she was cute.
- Alex... Eames nodded, encouraging her to speak. I'm not going to be able to be patient.
- Then what are you waiting for?
Then, on Eames's go-ahead, Goren reached for his fly, unzipped it, plunged his hand inside his pants, pulled out his hard member, spread Eames's thighs, and positioned himself on top of her.
- Alex... If I do this...
- There'll be no turning back. She brought her hand to the back of his neck, brushed against it. I know. She raised her face to his, and took possession of his lips with infinite gentleness. But I want him too. So I don't care about the consequences.
So at her words, and the softness of Eames' kiss, Goren brought his hard member closer to Eames' intimacy, and with extreme gentleness entered her.
- Oh Bobby...
At this little cry of pleasure, Goren pulled out, entered her, forced his way in with his teeth, coiling their tongues in a slow dance.
Eames wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, clinging to Goren.
- Oh yes Bobby... Come... Come...
That's all it took for Goren, who, mad with desire for Eames, lost all control, increased his thrusts and pounded her.
- Oh Alex...My Alex all to myself.
Eames felt voluptuousness rising inside her.
She arched her back, threw her head back, her golden hair cascading over the sheet, clung to Goren with all her might, and screamed with pleasure.
- Bobby... I love you ...
Goren took possession of Eames' lips, muffling her cry, grabbed her by her small, well rounded buttocks, thrust deeper into her, unleashed himself.
- Alex... I'm going to...
And suddenly, there was an explosion.
Goren tensed, his body shaking with spasms, entered her one last time, let out his cry, and delivered his seed inside her.
- Oh Alex... I'm steep crazy about you.
He let his weight fall back on Eames, his head against her shoulder, and placed a small kiss on the back of her neck, which made Eames shiver.
Eames brought his hand to Goren's curls, stroking them with infinite gentleness.
- Bobby... Does this mean...
He lifted his face, brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushed it.
- Yes, Alex... Now that I've got you... I'll keep you.
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure.
- Oh Bobby...
Eames took Goren's face in her hands, forced him to raise his face to hers, and took possession of his lips with infinite tenderness.