A/N 1: One reviewer would love for this fic to be turned into a 'double-digit chapters' endeavour… no promises, but I will say that I'm bubbling with ideas for post-Loyalty canon fics with plot, and I'm not as intimidated by long fics and casefiles as I used to be.

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CHAPTER THREE: MAGNUM OPUS

He really hadn't intended to have sex with Eames in her dress. Really.

But he did privately admit to indulging frequently in a fantasy the past two weeks, wherein, after a perfect romantic evening (kind of like tonight), he'd lie her down on her tummy on his big bed, strip bare while she wriggled helplessly in place, reach under her skirt to remove her panties (and garter, as he learnt tonight), then eat her out and toss her salad until she begged him to stop, undo her zipper with his teeth, and grind her into the mattress from behind, whispering, as he emptied himself into her, every sacred and profane thing within his heart and mind.

But this was good too.

She was smirking at him as he slowly drew her zipper down to her tiny waist. He loved that look. It was that look that captivated him first, years ago… even before he loved her. It was a look that said, I know you!

And you're still here! He sang back silently.

She was wearing the same slip. It would be a challenge to get off, it fit her like a glove, and no zipper! His fingers tingled in anticipation, thinking of her unbound breasts cupped in the shapely black satin.

Bobby wasn't totally clueless… he knew what she was doing. She'd purposely dressed this way for him just because she knew he needed it. But she was also teasing him.

"I was surprised that you let me… touch you like that, earlier." Alex's skin was so smooth and soft, so touchable. Bobby pushed the dress off her shoulders and brushed his lips across the rosy, satiny flesh.

"I know." Her husky, musical voice went straight to his groin, and when he shifted behind her to ease himself, she laughed.

"Know that I'm surprised, or know that… that I was going to do it?"

"Both," she said mirthfully.

"Then why did you wear panties?" He whispered close, gratified by her soft gasp and shiver. He gently ran his hands up under and around her breasts. He hadn't yet touched them, loving too much the anticipation he knew she felt as much as he. As his warm fingers edged closer and closer to her soft mounds, he delighted to feel her mewl and squirm like a kitten under his touch. They were still both seated on his bed; it should have felt awkward, but it didn't. He allowed his lips to part as he drew them across her shoulders and the nape of her neck; she tasted sweet and salty.

"I thought if I went commando I'd give you a heart attack," she groused. "And you're too heavy to carry."

Bobby grunted. "Thank you for thinking of me," he said with unaccustomed humour.

"I think of little else, lately," she ground out.

o.o.o.o.o

Goren's eyes drifted shut as he paused to take stock of the smell and feel of her. The same sweat and perfume as two weeks ago, but no smoke, and no margarita. Arousal, but tonight much stronger than before. He held his hands still just beneath her breasts, and rested his lips on her bare shoulder. He felt her hair against his forehead as she arched against him, whining as she tried to manoeuvre the sensitive mounds into his hands.

He laughed gently, delighted and flattered by her eagerness. He felt the mixture of emotion and lust blend and spread behind his eyes, down his spine and through his groin and chest. His throat tightened as he reflected on the intensity of her responses, the effort she'd gone to to please and arouse him, how she'd surrendered herself to his need at the restaurant. She was his… she really had given herself to him. After all their years together, all the people and events and moments of self-destructiveness that could have pulled them apart, here she was. In his bed, ready and willing. It was a huge moment, a huge responsibility.

Goren was suddenly insecure, uncertain. Was this right for her? Was it too soon? "Alex…" he said hesitantly.

Like that, the mood was broken. She turned, a wounded look on her face. "Have you changed your mind?" She asked plaintively, her voice still husky with arousal. She was so tiny and vulnerable in his arms, with her dress undone and around her waist, her hair a mess, and her nipples like pebbles against the satin of her slip's bodice. He hastened to reassure her.

"God no. Alex!" He squeezed her waist and ran his hands up and down her arms. The words seemed to stick in his throat – he couldn't screw this up! "I just – wanted to make sure, that – you're ready for this."

She got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm really ready for this, Bobby," she whispered against his lips before kissing him deeply as she pulled them both down onto his big bed.

Still in her cute heels and with her dress undone, Alex was the picture of wanton elegance. Determined to do this night right, Goren tried unsuccessfully to untangle himself from her limb by limb, first prying one strong calf from around his thigh, then unlooping an arm from his neck. All the while she offered the most irresistible distractions, feverishly working on the buttons of his shirt while nibbling and sucking his throat and whispering the most filthy, wonderful things.

"Alex," he murmured, "Alex… Alex!" he finally boomed, in the authoritative voice he used to reserve for mis-behaving suspects. In his future, he envisioned having to roll it out on a regular basis to tame the vixen that apparently lurked behind the cool façade of his beloved erstwhile partner.

Startled, said beloved unhanded him with alacrity and unstuck her lips from his throat, giving him a look that was disconcertingly, coquettishly lustful. The thought that this woman, so strong and together, had submissive tendencies made his prick twitch in anticipation.

He levered himself reluctantly off her and exited the bed, unfastening his cufflinks. "Sit up," he ordered gruffly, "And don't move." He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he lit candles and ran them two glasses of cold water for after; she almost bounced up onto her little bottom, primly fluffing and smoothing her dishevelled gown like a depraved china doll, then playfully kicking his coverlet with her Mary-Janes and regarding him from beneath her lashes.

o.o.o.o.o

Still in his partly-unfastened shirtsleeves, Goren nipped to his front door to retrieve the jewelled clutch that Alex had dropped when he swept her over his shoulder earlier. Plopping it onto the same bedside table where she'd placed it two weeks ago, he motioned for her to turn around on the bed, then sat himself close behind her and folded her into his embrace.

"What's the holdup, Goren," Alex asked a bit grumpily, leaning her head back against his shoulder and trying her best to guide his big hands towards her breasts.

He was having none of it. "We only get one first time, Eames," he said, "I just want to do this right." He pulled her hands behind her head and kissed them as he spoke.

"Well I don't think we could do it wrong, could we?" She smiled at him over her shoulder, her good humour restored.

"I don't intend to find out," he whispered. "Now, sit up straight."

Alex instantly straightened her spine and shoulders and stuck out her chin, her only evidence of apprehension or anticipation in her quietly-held breath. Gently and deliberately, while sitting behind her on the bed, Goren repeated the ritual that Alex had played out by his bedside that first night. He grasped her wrist and unclasped the sparkling tennis bracelet, depositing it in the satin inner pocket of her clutch. Then he carefully unfastened and removed her diamond studs, affixing the backs of the ear-rings before putting them away. He gently took down her hair, unhooking the sparkling clips and pulling out the pins. When he reached for the pendant at her throat – the one he himself had given her after she returned to him from the nightmare of Jo Gage – she put her hand over his and said, "Oh no, I never – I mean, leave that on."

Smiling at her revealing slip, he leaned in and murmured, "I think you should take it off tonight." At her almost imperceptible nod, he undid the chain and carefully wound the delicate filaments around his finger, then changed his mind and looped it over his lampshade. "I don't want it to get tangled," he said.

He couldn't resist it: teasing her, and also probing her for information he knew was none of his business but he couldn't live without knowing. "So you never take it off?" he asked. The slight incline and twitch of her head was his answer. "Wouldn't you be afraid of… breaking that fragile chain? I mean, when you…" He let the question trail off.

She tossed her head in the way she did when she was irritated and embarrassed, and he knew what he had been dying to know. "No," she said mulishly, huffing and trying half-heartedly to squirm out of his arms.

He decided not to press it. Tonight was not only about knowing, but about being known. "I haven't been with – a woman – for, well, more than three years," he said in a hushed voice.

"Is that why you're afraid of doing it wrong?" she asked, chuckling.

"Ha ha," he said good-naturedly, tickling her and grinning as she squealed.

"Same for me," she finally whispered.

"I know," he said.

o.o.o.o.o

She sighed and arched against him as he caressed her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them, and tweaking her nipples through the satiny fabric.

They were still sitting in the middle of his big bed. They'd whispered and teased each other with words and touches, enjoying the tension and sensuality. When Alex began to hold her breath for so long that Goren got concerned, he finally relented and moved his hot, long, strong fingers and palms across her bust. The response was electric – for both of them. She released her breath in a guttural cry that spoke of so much more than just his simple caresses. It was the sound of ten years of love and hope and anguish, and Goren responded with both his heart and his body.

He had deeply enjoyed his physical relationships with women; the same way he enjoyed fine food and wine. But he'd never allowed himself to truly hunger, or thirst. What he was feeling now was so different… Sex for him had been a pleasurable game; this was a life or death struggle to give and receive. Alex loved to have her breasts touched, and that knowledge turned Goren on so much he was afraid he was going to cum in his shorts.

But why not? In his past encounters, the evenings had followed a closely-adhered-to progression: kissing, petting, clothes off, more petting, underwear off, cunnilingus, then intercourse, although not always. If the lady seemed a little too tipsy or intimidated, he demurred, and with no complaints. With Alex, there was no rulebook, and the thought of losing it like a teenager didn't embarrass him… tonight, tonight, he finally knew what it was to be hungry, and it wasn't only about Alex's satisfaction, he craved to please himself too.

"Bobby," she croaked, rubbing her bottom against his groin, "Remember how you touched me in the restaurant?" She was panting like she'd just run a marathon, and Goren felt about ready to burst.

"Hell yeah," he said, pulling down the straps of her slip so he could tweak and tease her skin to skin.

She took his left hand in both of hers and pulled it down into her lap. She didn't need to say it. Do it again. But she did. "Do it again. Please."

Again? He'd wanted very much to taste her next, but how could he say no? As he gathered up her skirt, she turned and kissed his parted lips.

When his fingers touched her panties, he huffed into her mouth in surprise. He couldn't believe how wet his Alex was. "Oh Christ, Alex, this is just, from…" touching her breasts. Just from touching her breasts.

He had a flash forward to the future: waking up horny in the middle of the night, teasing and touching Alex's breasts until she whined, and nudging into her to find his satisfaction, and hers. He'd never before allowed himself to see a woman as an instrument of his pleasure; but this was Alex. She was his. She belonged to him, she'd given herself to him.

And right now his girl, his woman, was moaning and bucking in his arms like a wild animal. He felt the inside of his mouth echo and hum with the sounds she was trying to make as his right hand slid back and forth over her bust, and his left fingers slipped awkwardly between her unbelievably plump, wet folds. She was thrusting her little tongue in his mouth in the same rhythm he'd used to get her off earlier, and when his caresses on and around her sensitised nub brought her to a loud and wild climax, he did feel the inevitable happen, as he found his own (only partly unwelcome) release.

o.o.o.o.o

The next part of their evening was slightly anti-climactic. After a couple of minutes of enjoying their recent bliss, Alex commanded that he undress her, which he did, with more speed than finesse. Then, blithely unconcerned about her nudity, she turned and undressed him, peppering every inch of exposed skin with chaste, if somewhat wet and sloppy kisses. Goren was thoroughly charmed. When she got to his shorts, she removed them without comment; she seemed neither disappointed nor surprised.

Allowing her to draw him down onto the bed against her (because apparently post-coital Eames craved skin-to-skin contact… was this post-coital? Goren decided that it was), he happily surrendered to her evident desire to be kissed deeply, enjoying the feeling of her soft, strong body as she rubbed it against him, his spent (and still sticky) erection softening against her belly.

"Are you going to fuck me later?" she asked huskily, her voice almost unfairly sexy.

"Oh, I expect so, Eames," he replied, groaning as she took him in her little hand.

A prediction which turned out to be true.

When their bodies finally joined, Goren learned several things. He learnt what it felt like to be a stallion, with Alex's heels digging into his flanks, spurring him deeper into her slick, swollen channel. He learnt what it felt like to be a contortionist, curving his spine into a 'C' so that he could kiss the tiny woman beneath him as he thrust. And he learnt that true satisfaction, as he felt when he spilled himself into her still-pulsing walls, came only after true hunger.

o.o.o.o.o

Later, they whispered to each other in the soft darkness, just as they had that first night.

"Wearing that pendant made me feel… like I belonged to you," she said sleepily. "Like you'd pinned me. I couldn't take it off, but I couldn't let any man touch me when I was wearing it."

"That was the plan, Eames." He felt himself drifting, then heard her soft voice.

"You and your plans, Goren."

"This one was my Magnum Opus."

She giggled. "Whatever you say, bigfoot."

He sputtered in indignation. "That's, that's not what I meant!"

She laughed again. "I know. And like so many great works, it took years to perfect."

"And like so many great works, it'll be around for a long, long time."

"Bravissimo!" She applauded one-handed, patting his still-ample belly.

And with that, they slept.

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A/N 2: I was in such a hurry to post the last chapter that I forgot to give props to Scripted Scarlet and her amazing fic Intercession, from which I think I cribbed a line or two in Chapter 2. And maybe, Chapter 3. Also, search for the Lady and the Tramp scene on YouTube – look for Bella Notte and you'll find it... it's so cute! And the music is actually a great soundtrack to Chapter 2.

Please, please review! I'm a hummingbird and reviews are like sugar to me!

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