- Now... My gift to you.
At Eames's words, Goren looked at her surprised, not expecting this.
That she was spending the evening with him, in this restaurant, was already a gift to him.
He didn't need anything more.
Besides, he'd better not prolong the evening too much, given the number of alcoholic beverages Eames had imbibed to the point of drunkenness.
- It wasn't necessary for the gift.
And why.
If it pleased him.
Besides, Goren surely wouldn't expect this gift from him.
Eames had bought him a little present...
But she'd rather give him something else.
Eames took something out of her bag, which was wrapped, something rectangular, and must have been a book.
Eames looked at the gift in her hands, and shook her head in denial.
It was too classic a gift.
And the other one she had in mind...
She put her finger to her lips, pretended to think, but couldn't help giggling.
My God...
That laugh.
And that way of behaving.
How annoying that could be.
- Alex... Stop giggling.
Giggling...
But no, she wasn't giggling.
- I wasn't giggling.
Of course you weren't.
That silly way of laughing...
Wasn't giggling at all.
Eames dropped the gift from her fingers, giggling even more, much to Goren's dismay.
- Oh, how clumsy I am.
Oh, she's such a liar.
What's more, Eames didn't stop giggling.
If he'd known...
He'd have stopped her with the booze.
Because right now, it was getting to be too much.
- Wait... I'll pick it up.
Yeah.
If you haven't come up with some wacky idea that'll make you giggle.
Goren saw Eames bend down to pick up the gift.
But strangely enough...
She disappeared from his sight.
As if...
She'd slipped under the table.
But she hadn't.
He must have been imagining things.
Besides, what would she be doing under the table.
But Goren didn't have long to wonder, when he felt Eames' small hands rest on his thighs, making him jump violently.
- What are you doing.
He heard her chuckle.
Oh no.
She wasn't going to start again.
Besides, what was she playing at, under the table, her little hands on her thighs.
- I'll give you part of my gift.
Pardon.
Part of her present.
Wasn't that what she'd taken out of her purse.
But it didn't take him long to realize what Eames was getting at, when he felt cool air pass through his fly, and shamelessly, she plunged her hand into his boxers, took his member in her hand, pulled it out, and stroked it up and down.
He opened his mouth, but closed it again, his face flushed red, shocked by Eames's lack of restraint, glancing around him, watching to see that nobody was seeing or understanding what was happening, and above all, that it should never have happened.
But Eames was drunk.
Doing she anything.
He had to stop him.
- Alex... He spoke softly, to be heard only by her. Stop this at once.
Stop it.
Oh, no.
Eames wouldn't stop.
She'd decided that instead of the present she'd bought him, she'd be a better present.
- No.
At that no, Goren felt the tension rising inside him.
But she was refusing.
But despite her refusal, he was going to have to stop her.
Then he slid his hands under the table, wanting to stop her, but instead of his little hands, he met her hair.
My God...
No.
- I forbid you to...
Goren couldn't finish what he was about to say until he felt Eames' lips close over his member, which despite himself was hard, and his tongue wrapped around it, sucking.
Oh my God...
He clenched his fists until his knuckles were white with pain, trying to calm himself.
But what Eames was doing to him was so good.
But he had to stay calm, and keep control of himself, to stop it.
- Alex... This is a public place.
His words, Goren thought, would stop Eames.
But not at all, on the contrary, she accelerated the caress of her hand, and the strokes of her tongue.
Goren had to bite his lips to keep from moaning.
My God...
He absolutely had to stop her.
Or at least find a way.
But would she listen to him.
Besides, Eames was doing him a world of good.
And he wasn't thinking very clearly anymore.
It was when he heard a little moan from Eames that he lost all fight.
He loosened his fist and placed his hand on her head, pressing lightly, letting her know that he wanted her taking his entire member into her mouth, which she did.
Goren tensed up, trying to control the expressions on his face and the spasms in his body, biting his lips until they bled to stifle his cry of pleasure, and delivered his seed into her mouth.
My God...
Eames really was quite good.
And suddenly Goren realized what had just happened, and or.
Name of God...
Eames had shamelessly sucked him off, and in a public place.
And he'd...
No.
He'd...
And in his mouth.
Goren was mortified by what had happened.
But it wasn't all his fault.
It was her fault.
Besides, he was only a man.
How could you keep control when a pretty woman was doing you good.
Eames, satisfied with what had just happened, put Goren's member back where she'd found it and zipped it up.
She stepped out from under the table, without any embarrassment or shame, much to Goren's dismay, who saw her not sit back down, but come towards him.
Oh no.
What else was on her mind.
He didn't have time to think about it, she was already sitting on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
- What's the matter with you. And what kind of behavior is that.
What took him...
No, seriously.
Goren still didn't get it.
What she'd done under the table was very clear.
Tonight, she was his gift.
And not the book she'd bought him.
And she'd just given him a small part of it.
Besides, Eames wanted him, so she'd get what she wanted.
Eames brought his lips to her ear, brushed them.
- Your present... It's me.
What.
Her gift...
It was her.
Ah, but no, that was out of the question.
She'd already crossed the line, allowing herself a certain amount of privacy at his expense.
Besides, the Eames he knew would never behave like that.
The alcohol was to blame.
Besides, her sticking to him like that was very embarrassing and very unsettling..
- Alex... Please. Stop.
No, she wouldn't stop.
And she was going to show him.
She grabbed the back of his neck with her small hands, and forced him to lower his face to hers, taking her lips with passion.
At this passionate kiss, Goren felt his whole being ignite, but he pulled himself together, refusing to be weakened a second time.
He put his hands on Eames' arm, trying to push them aside, and pulled his lips away from hers.
- That's enough now, Alex.
At this cry, Eames looked at him, pouting, like a capricious child.
- But I want you.
What.
Want him.
That was new.
Besides, even if it were true, it was no reason for her to behave like that, without any restraint.
Besides, was she forgetting where they wer.
Didn't she see all those reproving looks on their faces.
- Oh... Bobby...
Eames stroked the back of her neck with her slender little fingers.
Oh no.
This time, he was going to stop her whether she liked it or not.
And first, they had to get out of here, before they ended up in a cell for inappropriate gesture in public.
Goren was already imagining Deakins' face.
Goren brought his hands to Eames's waist, pulled her aside and placed her on the floor.
- But, what are you doing.
What he was doing...
Well, she was going to find out right away.
Goren went to pick up the gift, put it in Eames' bag which he took, and with his other free hand, at took on Eames' wrist, pulled her, forced her to follow.
- We're leaving.
At Goren's reaction, which for her was excessive, Eames giggled, which irritated Goren even more.
Who was only dreaming of one thing at the moment, wringing her pretty little neck.