AN: These little chapters are all from Booth's POV. I've had this idea for a while and I thought it would be a fantastic gift to my lovely girl, Meena.
Happy Birthday, Meena. Have a fantastic day and I hope you enjoy this.
TOUCH
I reached over and run my hand over her naked shoulder. Her breath was even and calm; she was still asleep. The feel of her soft skin under my fingers made me smile. She makes me smile. I lean in and kiss her back; her skin soft and warm under my lips and I let my tongue dart out to feel her. For years I had been itching to touch her, feel her. I was allowed guy hugs when she needed me and the small of her back, I had claimed the right to that spot years ago but I always wanted more. To feel her, to touch her intimately, to know every inch of her skin. To know where to touch her to make her giggle, or moan or arch her back and now, I had full access and permission to touch her anywhere at anytime. I had to keep my hands to myself at work, but a slight brush of her hair behind her ear or a touch of her fingers as I lead her to the car or to her office. I was professional but as soon as we got home, I kissed her lips. Feeling and touching her lips with mine, our tongues dancing. I tell her everyday how much I love her and how much I love touching her and she blushes. She knows I like to feel the soft skin of her hips, the slight bump she still carries around after giving birth to our daughter. I love touching her stomach, it reminds me of what she has given me and what I know she will give me again.
Of course I love touching and feeling up and over her ribs to her breasts, they are one of my favourite things about her. How plump and soft they are, the skin there is like pure silk and that makes me smile and my fingers itch and my mouth goes dry when she pulls her bra off and is exposed to me. I reach to touch them now, while she is sleeping and I cup one from behind. It's so heavy and round and she moans as I trace a finger over her nipple. Her back presses into my chest and the feeling of her skin on my bare skin, sends a jolt of electricity through my body. She grumbles my name in a sleepy voice and then rolls onto her back. She opens her eyes and they are starting at me. Touch me, she says as I run my hand from her breast to her navel. The creamy skin of her stomach is warm and inviting and I trail my lips down to that spot. God, how I love touching her, feeling her. She's everything to me and I treat her like the most expensive thing in the world. She is priceless and I show her; I show her with my hands and my mouth and I trail kisses further south and her back pulls up off the bed.
The roughness of my calloused fingers grip her hips and I run my thumbs over her crest and down her thighs. Touching her will never wear old. Touching her will always been on my mind; because she is mine and she should be loved. I need to show her in my touch, just how much I love this woman, my partner; mother of my daughter. Running my hands over her skin, I feel her shiver at my touch. I reach for her and run a finger over her, she's beautiful and ready for me. I hover over her, our skin touching in the most beautiful way and I join my body with hers. We touch in the most intimate way. She touches me. Her fingers running up and down my back seeking purchase. Her body arches again and the look of love and fulfillment in her eyes, it touches my heart and at that moment we explode together, our touches has sent the other to the moon and back and I untangle our limbs and fall to my back. She drapes her body over me and then she is touching me. Her lips kiss over my chest, her tongue licking and her teeth nipping and I'm happy that I get to touch her like this and she gets to touch me; and we can do it without guilt. We can do it anytime we like and I love that. I live for just one more touch of her creamy skin.