Just A Kiss (Chapter 2)
Title: Just A Kiss
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Summary: There were no unwritten rules to keep them apart now, but will it be that simple?
Spoilers: Anything up to Loyalty. Takes place before Season 10.
A/N: The fic is a song title, but this is NOT a songfic. I hope you enjoy. As always, please read & review.
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Chapter 2
Her breath caught in her throat. She had her eyes closed as she whispered, "Yeah..." But she didn't move. Her head was swimming, trying to process everything from the feel of his lips on hers and the fact that his hand now rested snuggly in hers.
He whispered, "You okay?" He searched her face. When her eyes slid open, he searched them too.
She nodded and whispered, "Just savoring the moment." Waiting for the next kiss would be excruitiating. Finally, her feet began to move. She picked up her jacket and held it over her free hand. "Going to let me drive?" she teased.
He shook his head. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let my date drive us around? You, Alex, are going to be treated like a lady tonight." When she pulled her hand from his, he watched her.
She moved to him, slipping her hands up his chest. She looked up at him from under her lashes. "Good." Her hand moved to his cheek. "It's been too long since that's happened. Most guys just want to take me to bed...and to hell with romance and chivilary."
He swallowed hard, wetting his dry throat. The look she was giving him just then made it hard to be anything remotely gentleman-like. He rasped, "We'd better go. We'll be late."
She smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on him. "Can't have that now, can we?" She moved onto her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "You smelll good enough to eat." Then she pulled away, waiting for him to open the door for her.
His head was spinning now. He rubbed his face gently and tried to clear his head. He reached for the door knob and opened it. "Got everything?"
She nodded. "Everything." Her hand moved back into his as they stepped out into the hall and he pulled the door shut behind them.
He turned the knob, making sure it was locked. Finding it secure, he smiled. "I hope your shoes are comfortable. We're dancing tonight."
The butterflies errupted in a fresh frenzy around her gut at the thought of being close to him, swaying along with the music. She licked her lips and said softly, "They'll do." Her hand tightened in his.
"Good." He lead the way down the hall to the stairwell. He opened the door for her. When she stepped through ahead of him, he couldn't resist stopping her and kissing her again.
The kiss was deeper than the first one. His hand moved up and onto her cheek, stroking her soft skin with the pad of his thumb. His lips lingered against hers for only a moment. "Couldn't help myself."
She was left speechless at his kiss, and the feel of his palm against her skin. She simply leaned forward touching his lips with her own again. "Good," she breathed when she pulled back to lead the way down the staircase.
He followed her, admiring the view from behind. The simple black dress hugged her curves perfectly. He loved how it flared out at just the right spot.
"Enjoying yourself, Bobby?" she teased as she looked back at him, catching him looking at her.
He gave her a boyish grin and merely shrugged. He had always admired her toned body, but her quick wit and take-no-shit attitude is what drew him to her. The fact that she put up with him damn near made her a saint. He had never entertained the idea that she would enjoy herself on a date with him, let alone be excited to be out with him.
She stopped just outside the doorway of the stairwell. "Where are you parked?"
He lead the way out the door of her apartment building as both of them greeted the doorman. He gestured down toward the left. "Just over there, but across the street. I couldn't find anything closer." He had been lucky to get that spot. "Busy night in your neighborhood."
"It's always like this," she admitted. "But you know how I hate taking a cab." She side-stepped, taking him with her to keep from being barrelled over by a group of teenagers.
He chuckled. "Oh, I know. I just hope you can resist giving me directions on how to get where we're going," he teased.
"Well, it's probably best you don't tell me where we're going then," she said with a soft chuckle. She looked over at him with a smile and nudged him playfully.
"I have considered that," he admitted seriously. "I'm nervous enough already. Not sure I can handle your need to control how to get there."
She gave a mock pout at that. He laughed then. A full-bellied laugh that made his chest rumble. Her face split into a grin, and she tugged him down the street. "Ass..."
Author: untapdtreasure
Rating: T
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Summary: There were no unwritten rules to keep them apart now, but will it be that simple?
Spoilers: Anything up to Loyalty. Takes place before Season 10.
A/N: The fic is a song title, but this is NOT a songfic. I hope you enjoy. As always, please read & review.
1 // 2 // 3
Chapter 2
Her breath caught in her throat. She had her eyes closed as she whispered, "Yeah..." But she didn't move. Her head was swimming, trying to process everything from the feel of his lips on hers and the fact that his hand now rested snuggly in hers.
He whispered, "You okay?" He searched her face. When her eyes slid open, he searched them too.
She nodded and whispered, "Just savoring the moment." Waiting for the next kiss would be excruitiating. Finally, her feet began to move. She picked up her jacket and held it over her free hand. "Going to let me drive?" she teased.
He shook his head. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I let my date drive us around? You, Alex, are going to be treated like a lady tonight." When she pulled her hand from his, he watched her.
She moved to him, slipping her hands up his chest. She looked up at him from under her lashes. "Good." Her hand moved to his cheek. "It's been too long since that's happened. Most guys just want to take me to bed...and to hell with romance and chivilary."
He swallowed hard, wetting his dry throat. The look she was giving him just then made it hard to be anything remotely gentleman-like. He rasped, "We'd better go. We'll be late."
She smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on him. "Can't have that now, can we?" She moved onto her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "You smelll good enough to eat." Then she pulled away, waiting for him to open the door for her.
His head was spinning now. He rubbed his face gently and tried to clear his head. He reached for the door knob and opened it. "Got everything?"
She nodded. "Everything." Her hand moved back into his as they stepped out into the hall and he pulled the door shut behind them.
He turned the knob, making sure it was locked. Finding it secure, he smiled. "I hope your shoes are comfortable. We're dancing tonight."
The butterflies errupted in a fresh frenzy around her gut at the thought of being close to him, swaying along with the music. She licked her lips and said softly, "They'll do." Her hand tightened in his.
"Good." He lead the way down the hall to the stairwell. He opened the door for her. When she stepped through ahead of him, he couldn't resist stopping her and kissing her again.
The kiss was deeper than the first one. His hand moved up and onto her cheek, stroking her soft skin with the pad of his thumb. His lips lingered against hers for only a moment. "Couldn't help myself."
She was left speechless at his kiss, and the feel of his palm against her skin. She simply leaned forward touching his lips with her own again. "Good," she breathed when she pulled back to lead the way down the staircase.
He followed her, admiring the view from behind. The simple black dress hugged her curves perfectly. He loved how it flared out at just the right spot.
"Enjoying yourself, Bobby?" she teased as she looked back at him, catching him looking at her.
He gave her a boyish grin and merely shrugged. He had always admired her toned body, but her quick wit and take-no-shit attitude is what drew him to her. The fact that she put up with him damn near made her a saint. He had never entertained the idea that she would enjoy herself on a date with him, let alone be excited to be out with him.
She stopped just outside the doorway of the stairwell. "Where are you parked?"
He lead the way out the door of her apartment building as both of them greeted the doorman. He gestured down toward the left. "Just over there, but across the street. I couldn't find anything closer." He had been lucky to get that spot. "Busy night in your neighborhood."
"It's always like this," she admitted. "But you know how I hate taking a cab." She side-stepped, taking him with her to keep from being barrelled over by a group of teenagers.
He chuckled. "Oh, I know. I just hope you can resist giving me directions on how to get where we're going," he teased.
"Well, it's probably best you don't tell me where we're going then," she said with a soft chuckle. She looked over at him with a smile and nudged him playfully.
"I have considered that," he admitted seriously. "I'm nervous enough already. Not sure I can handle your need to control how to get there."
She gave a mock pout at that. He laughed then. A full-bellied laugh that made his chest rumble. Her face split into a grin, and she tugged him down the street. "Ass..."