FIC: You Quiet My World - Law & Order: CI

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Title: You Quiet My World
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: Law & Order: CI
Pairing: Goren/Eames
Rating: FRT      
Summary: Prompt – aural sex – This is out where my train doesn’t usually run, but Goren fascinates me.

 

 

 

He’s different. He knows he’s different. He knows like petting a cat the wrong way, he jolts people. He knows he makes them uncomfortable with his speed of light brain and his socially awkward interactions, which is not always a bad thing, but it makes for a lonely, isolated existence. 

He leaves his captain’s office with a sigh of resignation. He’s getting another new partner, someone else to clash against his energy, who’ll keep him on the edge with their disapproval. Eventually disapproval will turn to anger and they will transfer away from the Major Crimes head case.

Leaning against the desk across from his, a petite blonde scans a file. Her beautiful face and small frame cause him to pause and watch. There is a wall of calm around her that causes the other cops to give her a wide berth. She pays them no mind, but continues reading. Curious the large detective invades her space. 

He knows when he’s at the edge of ‘her’ space. The spark that constantly travels under his skin quiets, the roar of world is muted to background noise, and he can draw a deep breath. 

“Can I help you?” He asked politely, savoring the quiet. 

“Yes, Detective Alex Eames. I’m to meet a Detective Goren.” 

Heat rushes through his body at the words. He extends his large hand to her. 

“I’m Detective Robert Goren.” He smiles in what he hopes is a friendly manner. “Call me Bobby.” 

When her small gun callused hand nestles in his, all the discordant sparks that make up Bobby Goren turn to a warm liquid fire that heats him from the inside. She warms all those dark cold places he’s always been afraid to look, and makes him feel more—himself. 

“It’s a pleasure. Let’s tell the captain we’ve met, and go from there.” Her handshake is firm, her manner forthright, and her eyes twinkle with mischief. 

“After you.” He makes a wide arm sweep indicating Capt. Deakins office, his smile more natural this time. 

He watches her brisk walk across the bullpen, blood heating places long cold, thinking this is the one for which he’s been waiting.