AN: Hey people! This is my first ever M fiction, and I'm sure it's pretty darned bad but my friend told me to write one so I did, badly may I say. Please review and tell me how to improve and such, anything which is rude I wont take on board. Criticism is fine, unless it's childish and unworthy of reading.
Anyway, I hope you like it. Of course it's about one of our favourite couples in the show 'Bones'. It started off as you had to guess the couple but I fell into the curse of drifting into a tangent, sorry. XxX Kelly.
Red Light Fever
She was unsure, to be more than honest, how she had actually gotten herself into this position. She remembered the night well, two glasses of wine was all she had. Not much of a big drinker, but it was a special occasion so she had gone for it. At first she had been on a rare, almost inexistent, night out with her co-workers, and the next a tall, handsome man has asked her to dance. She obliged, albeit with a little pushing and shoving from her pretty best friend, after all the two soon to be dancers knew each other very well, she had felt that familiar feeling in her stomach when he touched her skin and decided to hell with ethics and began a dance of her own, suggesting with her movements her true intentions of how she felt. Knowing, beyond anything, it was more than wrong.
After that it was a little hazy, the thoughts of the rest of the night had dispersed into the wind as soon as she felt his lips crushing hers. She didn't fight it though, she let him kiss her, caress her. Bring her home. Who was she kidding though? She loved every minute of it, every touch, every movement of his lips.
She looked at the male figure next to her and let the smile light up her face, he was handsome she could admit that without being hounded. Everyone saw it, the first time she was introduced to him, his appearance struck her before anything else. Tall and dark, and rugged in that neat tidy way only a few men could pull off. He dressed well too, casual but smart. He was egotistical but as much as she tried, she couldn't fault him on that The image he gave off could pull off the vain man trick the way he presented himself, but he proved that theory completely different tonight. It was all about her, how he made her feel and how his ego grew with every frustrated groan of being teased. One thing she hated about that man is that, although he spent time caressing her body, he only did it for the satisfaction of knowing she wanted him more. Either that, or he was better in bed than her. She went for option one.
She shivered, unsure if it was from her graphic flashback of a few hours ago or the open window that billowed the curtains in. He had insisted they opened the window, telling her things would get hot. Grinning, she did as she was told a voice within her head laughing it was just some cheesy chat up line he had heard somewhere before. Boy, was she wrong. She closed her eyes and let the images of the night lead her into a half-woken slumber.
Flashback
"Just one - hmm" She lent her head back, her hair cascading onto his chest. Her hands fumbled for her door handle as his lips sought solace on her neck, teasing their way to her earlobe. His lightly coloured shirt was already partly opened where her fingers had been impatient to feel the smooth skin that lay beneath the material.
Not in the hallway, that's just plain wrong. Bedroom - Go. To. Bedroom.
Her hands pushed her door open and she let their weight fall into the dimly lit room. The darkness played with her eyes for a second, throwing every sense into confusion and momentarily she knew what was about to take place in this room was beyond forbidden.
"We shouldn't be doing this" She stated in a monotone voice, her mind now full of answers to everything he could say to her and make her fight to tell him this couldn't happen. Instead of replying though he began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, and lowering his head to kiss the skin that appeared. In that second all her fight left her body as she felt her toes curl. Her hands ached to touch him and she wrapped her arms around his neck "No, wait, no we have to think of the -" She trailed off as his fingers made circles around her bellybutton "Consequences"
"Do me a favour?" His masculine voice and scent had made the young woman dizzy and she found herself nodding, agreeing to whatever he was going to say in a silent way.
"Shut up and open that window. Things are gonna get a little heated" A wicked smile graced his lips and he watched her lips as she flashed him a seductive wink before cracking open the window, the chill hit her warm skin sending a shiver through her body. She felt his arms wrap around her slender body and his teeth nipped at her neck. Gracefully she turned in his arms and looked him in the eyes, unlike other times they were open to her, and she felt if she asked him any question she would get the full truth. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off with his own deep words,
"Don't say a word"
From there he had seized her lips, again, under his. The touch was tender and sweet but filled with lust and want. His pushed her to the bed and lay her on it, his hands making their territory known on her small body. When he pulled away from indulging on his share of her lips, she let out a low moan of disappointment, only to be surprised when he kissed her collarbone, taking his time to push her over the edge of desire and make her his. His mind was buzzing, everything about her was more than what he had dreamt, she was perfect for him and he wondered how he could have known this woman for so long without ever touching her. Quickly he removed her brassiere, giving himself the opportunity to marvel at her beauty. He moved slightly, giving them both the chance to shed the rest of their clothing . She helped him remove his dark trousers, she didn't want to just lay there doing nothing. She heard his deep groan as her cold fingers let their touch be known on his skin, it was ice on fire and she melted against him with the heat. Once he was naked from the waist down she unbuttoned the rest of the shirt she had been working on and tore it from his back, taking a breath at the sight in front of her.
She watched him and raised an eyebrow. He was everything she had imagined, and more. In her mind she wasn't afraid to admit that she had thought about it, thought about him to be more specific, on more than one occasion. In the privacy of her own bedroom of course, and bathroom, and kitchen. Christ, she thought of him everywhere. He caught her looking, staring being the better word, and smiled at her. Automatically under his dark gaze the woman blushed, realizing what she must have looked like and moved to cover herself, shaking his head though he took her wrists within his and tenderly kissed her palm watching as her eyelashes fluttered in front of her icy blue eyes, his own eyes began softening under the light and the admiration of her,
"Don't start that, your hardly a shy person" He moved on top of her and kissed her neck, his hand trailing down to her stomach and taking solace there for a moment. "You work with dead bodies afterall" She let out a guttural moan at him talking rather than pleasuring and pushed her hips against his, feeling his arousal.
"Skeletons actually. Dead bodies are what you little FBI people do" Not to be outdone she began to run her hands up his toned back, her fingers memorizing the muscle that lay there, the various scars from his past marking his skin. Not wanting to talk anymore he returned to kissing the silky skin that lay in wait beneath his mouth. Unintentionally she dug her fingers into the flesh on his shoulders as she felt his teeth nipping her skin, marking her as his tonight. She felt his lips leave her neck and she arched her back automatically as they found her stomach. She knew now it was inevitable she was going to die if he didn't take her, foreplay was alright if you were making love, but since this was a one-night thing she didn't care to be gentle. The second he moved back up towards her breasts she took control and flipped them over, letting herself take the lead. She smiled at the shocked expression that registered on his face,
"I'm not the sort of person who enjoys being dominated, honey" She whispered, a gasp catching in her throat as she felt where his hand was heading. She rocked against him, her hips crashing against his and lowered her head to his chest. Tasting him with her tongue, she heard his moan and grinned knowing that now she had control he was under her spell.
"Hmm, I want you" He muttered deeply and in his usual blunt manner, The dark haired beauty smile as she moved her mouth slowly across his abdomen, feeling him against her. Wanting her. Using her small hand she cupped him, flicking her eyes up to see the expression on his face. Slowly she moved her hand down, then back up again taking notice of her own movements and the reactions she was receiving from the handsome man in her bed. He let out another deep moan as she tightened her hand and repeated her movements in a pattern of rhythm, his hips moving with her. Teasing wasn't all going to be him to her and she pulled her hand away, listening to his gasp of frustration and the look in his eyes as they stared at one another. She licked her lips as she saw him move towards her and took his hands laughing slightly as he pulled her closer and seized her lips within his. Using his strength against her he rolled them over again, he needed to shed the rest of her clothing and he wasn't going to be able to that underneath her. His tongue forced entry into her mouth, now wasn't the time to be gentle, she wanted this just as much as he did His rough hands dominated the zipper on her skirt as she pushed herself towards him, letting him release her from her restraint as his tongue fought with hers in a passionate battle. Unwilling to comply with the teasing strategy for the moment he let his lips leave hers and focused on pushing the skirt, and panties, down her legs, his head and mouth also traveling down her body, peppering her thighs with kisses. Her head dropped back into the pillows and she pushed herself towards him, if he continued this anymore she'd be driven crazy.
"No more waiting" She panted, grinning and knowing he had her right where he wanted her he moved his head up slightly, tasting her. Surprise and arousal filled her and she snapped her eyes open with an elongated moan, his hands traveled up her legs and rested on her hips, keeping her in place. "God…" She whimpered, fighting the urge to throw her hips to him, rocking against him she sighed her satisfaction heard on her lips. She inhaled deeply and smelt the familiar fragrance of sex and desire in the air, which only heightened her senses. Her eyes now tightly clamped shut she felt him moving up her body, carefully she fluttered back her eyelashes and looked into his eyes, his fingers were making small circles over her breasts and she was breathing deeply. His fingers flicked over her and the same movement was reflected with her own hand which was now moving him to find place between her legs.
Staring into her eyes he settled between her thighs, only waiting for conformation, with a nod of her head she gave him all the answers he needed and he entered her. He watched her eyes darken with the sudden feeling of him inside her. A audible moan was heard from both of their mouths, automatically she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her sighing his name as she did so. Her muscles tightened as he moved inside her, picking up pace as he heard his name on her lips. Nobody else's but his, tonight she was everything but anybody else's. She tightened around him and flipped them over, the two fighting for dominance. Slowly he let hands travel over her body like an artist working on a masterpiece, his fingers playing softly as the roughness of his palms followed, yet he was still soft in a way only he could be. She moved her hips rhythmically to his, his mouth was opened in a moan and she let her fingernails rake down his chest, leaving their marks. He opened his eyes and met her as he pulled her down and took her breast in his mouth. A small shocked scream of pleasure erupted out of her mouth as she began to rock faster, not feeling enough of him. She felt him reach between them, his fingers finding her sensitive nub, rubbing slowly she felt herself building further. Each wave of pleasure that hit them forced them further into one another, working to bring themselves to that climax that only they themselves could produce. She felt his relentless stroking of her and she bit back the sob of desire, she couldn't get out her feelings and she knew she was lost. Her hands wandered aimlessly, gripping onto him as he hit her in all the right places, the rippled muscles of him molding to her. His skin was soft but underneath his toned body was hard, and she let her fingers and mind take in the parallel contrast of him.
"Don't stop" he whispered as he pulled away from her chest, his hands molded to her hips, "Don't ever stop" He felt that hard feeling in his stomach, but he held on tighter. He wasn't going anywhere without her,
"Oh God" Her voice was amidst a groan and she sat back up straight. Her head falling back and her dark hair cascading down her slender back, he watched in awe at the beauty in front of him. Lost in passion, her back arched towards him their slick, sweat ridden bodies moving together. Her damp skin glistened in the dim light of the room and it lit her up as she moved, his eyes captivated on her. He knew if he kept staring he would never be able to look away, but he also knew ever since he had met the woman in front of him he had been caught with her beauty, mystery and she had that 'oddness' about her that intrigued him further to find out more about her.
"Shit, you're gorgeous" His compliment only blanked out by the flashes of bright light in her eyes as she felt that familiar warmth wash over her.
Quickly he flipped them again and built the pace up as far as he could, leaning on his arm he reached between them again. Hearing her moan his name caused a cry of ecstasy to leave his lips as she held him inside her. With every thrust he made, the draw from her body made her feel lost and empty. She wanted this to go on forever, she once more wrapped her arms around and legs around him, feeling him as close as she could. He pushed his lips to hers and kissed her sensually, deeply and more than anything passionately. He wanted to show her he was more than just the arrogant male spiecies she was always droaning on about in her monotone voice. He wanted to prove to her that not all men would be the same, and that not every man would leave her like her father left her. He ripped his lips away from hers and let his breathing become strained as she grasped onto him. She kissed his neck as she lent forward, the taste of him and their sweat together mixed with the spicy smell of sex sent her into a daze as she felt herself going to the edge. His voice whispered in her ear as she strained to hear it,
"Come on Temperance" The sound of his voice saying her full name in that way caused a small cry of pleasure and she held onto him tighter, not wanting this to ever end, not wanting him to leave her.
"Only with you" Together they crashed around one another with loud moans and cries, her walls tightening around him pleading for his release. Her fingernails ripping into his back as his lip assaulted her neck hiding his moan.
Spent, she moved off of him, resenting the feeling of being empty once more. She smiled as she heard him breathing deeply, trying to get his own body back into its own natural sync. He turned to her and smiled, warmed by the genuine smile he was returned.
"You are one amazing woman, Temperance Brennan you know that?" He told her, it was more of a statement than a question but she realised that she wanted to answer it,
"I know Seeley" She grinned, "You just proved it" She moved her body close to his and cuddled into him, he breasts close against his chest. She closed her eyes and let her breathing slowly regain its normal pace on it's own.
End of flashback
The night drifted into day and the sunlight shone through the window on the slumbering couple. His dark body wrapped protectively around her smaller one, the covers had been long discarded and the events of the night was evident from the lack of clothing and the position the two held one another. A smile graced both their faces and each had that post-coital blush about them. Last night was about them connecting properly and many more nights, would most probably follow them. Waking up, Brennan squinted against the harsh light that swamped the room like a cover. The serious, yet drop-dead gorgeous anthropologist aptly nicknamed 'Bones' by her partner, cuddled into him again tightening her eyes against the harsh sunlight, the gesture felt like the night, and the swift feeling of love that was filling her slowly, was the most natural thing to feel in the arms of this man. Today, would just be another day in the office. Angela pawning over the couple who weren't whilst sketching pictures of people who in the present didn't have a face, and shining all knowing grins around the other 'squints' when she saw the wide smile on Brennan's face. Today could wait though, right now she was were she wanted to be. After months of denial and shuns they had found one another perfectly, and for now, that would do for her.
AN: Do you think it is worthy of continuing, or shall I keep it as this? Kelly x
