The Woman in the Garden

She gives me hell for being late at the funeral after I threatened Ortiz in that alley-- but lets me take her for a drink at Wong Fu's after the funeral, lets me drive her home, even lets me see her up to her door. But then, she grabs me by the tie, and pulls me forward into her. "I know what you did," she whispers, looking me deep in the eye. I don't want to hear what she's going to say next-- it's my turn to talk.

"Don't make me do it again," I growl, then grab her face and kiss her until her knees sag.

"Keys," she gasps when I release her mouth, then fumbles them out of her purse. She nearly drops them and I take them from her, open her door, and drag her, still stunned by my kiss, inside.

I push her backwards into her door again, crushing her body under mine, and kiss her until she whimpers under the assault of my lips. Her hands twine around my neck, and she grows panting and breathless as I shove up that sweater she's wearing over her shirt, then unbutton the shirt so I can latch on to one of her incredible breasts, sucking and kissing her until she's mewling, her legs trembling.

"Oh, Booth, I want you," she moans as I kiss her and suck at her some more, so I oblige, undoing her pants, then mine, before boosting her up against the door. She cries out "oh my God! so good!" when I spear myself into her, then cries out wordlessly as I thrust into her so fucking wet tight unbelievable walls over and over.

"Promise me" thrust

"you won't" thrust

"do that again" thrust

"you" thrust

"take" thrust

"too" thrust

"many risks" thrust, I demand, and she moans, head lolling against the door as I try to hold out as long as I can in her incredible heat, wrapping around me like I don't know the fuck what, just better than anything.

"Promise me" I say, thrusting again, and then speed the pace as I start stroking her clit as I hold her up with one hand. She whimpers as I keep it up, her face a rictus of tension and ecstasy as I twist her clit slightly, demanding again. "Promise me."

"I promise," she moans, then moans again as I stroke that hot wet little bud of hers. "Oh, I promise, I promise" she whimpers as I speed up the pace of my cock spearing her and my fingers on her clit.

"Oh! Oh! Booth! Oh, God, Booth!" she starts to cry as her walls start clenching, and I give her one last stroke of my thumb before she totally loses it, screaming as she floods around me, so wet and tight as her grasping walls draw me in further that I explode, shouting "Bones!" as I come. I pant, managing not to drop her, as she moans, aftershocks still passing through her, her walls still massaging me.

"You gonna let me take care of you baby?" I mumble into her shoulder, then grow hard again as she sighs and says simply, "Yes, Booth, always."

She wraps her arms around my neck, starting to lick the sweat gathering at my still-fastened collar, then...

Fucking alarm. Fucking so goddamned painful hard on, so tight fucking blue balls. No fucking Bones, except in my dreams.

Goddamnit. I threaten that goddamned motherfucker in an alley, how dare he threaten my so fucking hot so goddamned brilliant partner, that goddamned cowardly sack of shit, doesn't he know what she does for all those people we work for, I'll kill him with my bare fucking hands and never regret it if him or his fucking peons lay one finger on her, and then chicken out about making her promise not to take so many risks, not that the conversation would have gone the way I just dreamed it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought again, and then grabbed myself to finish the job the dream about her started.