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Right There All Along: Chapter One

Halloween 2004

She didn't know who he was and she honestly didn't give a damn. The things he was doing to her with his hands felt so good that she didn't ever want him to stop. This wasn't how she had originally intended to spend her Halloween but her best friend had insisted that they spend the holiday in New Orleans and so, after much insistence, she had reluctantly agreed. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the city it was just that a party like the one she had been dragged to wasn't really her style. At least it hadn't been until she met the guy who was currently pinning her against the wall of his hotel room.

His teeth scraped over her neck and she moaned loudly. She'd never felt anything this intense before and despite the fact that she lived her life by hard facts and scientific theories, she knew she never would again. Since the moment they'd met at the party the attraction between them had been intense and had refused to be ignored. Neither of them had any idea what the other looked like and they both preferred it that way. After tonight they would never see each other again and they wanted to keep things as simple as possible. No names, no faces, no getting to know each other. It was easier that way and right now, easy was best for both of them.

As he continued to lavish her throat and neck with hungry kisses she ripped his shirt open causing the buttons to fly all over the room. She wanted him, needed him, inside of her now. She wanted to spend all night in his bed but if he didn't take the initial edge off of her all consuming desire then she was going to explode.

He seemed to sense her need and ripped her dress so that he could finally make contact with her bare skin. She had the smoothest, softest skin he'd ever touched. He never wanted to stop. But her response to his touch and his growing erection were making it difficult to focus on the enchanting woman in front of him. He needed to be inside of her now. He couldn't wait any longer. They reached for the zipper on his pants at the same time and he had to fight to hold on to his control when her hand brushed against him.

He groaned as she pulled the zipper down then began tugging at his pants. Her eyes lit with dark amusement as he growled in frustration at her slow progress and less than a minute later his pants and boxers were on the floor and he had torn the skirt of her dress away from the corseted top. His eyes locked with hers momentarily and then he was thrusting inside of her. They both moaned at the contact and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. In the quiet that followed he leaned forward, again capturing her lips. As he hungrily devoured her mouth she arched against him, causing him to slide deeper into her. He growled into the kiss and began pounding into her at a frantic pace.

She surprised him by not only keeping pace with him but by matching each of his thrusts. Her actions increased the friction between their bodies and moved them toward release more quickly. As they moved together, she scraped her nails up and down his back. He didn't care that she was leaving deep scratches all he cared about was hearing her scream with release. His only thought at the moment was that he wanted to take her over the edge. And he was tantalizingly close to achieving that goal. Every time he thrust into her it was harder for him to pull out as her muscles tightened around him.

He'd never been inside anyone as tight her. She felt so good and she knew exactly how to respond and exactly what he needed. He slammed into her a final time and she tightened around him, crying out, arching against him, pulling him further inside and triggering his own release. She continued to claw at his back and he lowered his hands to her full breasts, cupping them and brushing his thumbs over her nipples. Still in the throes of her climax she moaned and dropped her head forward onto his shoulder. He slid his hands down her body so that they lazily stroked her sides.

They were still breathing heavily when she lifted her head to meet his eyes. She wanted more. Needed more. And she could tell he did too. But being pinned against the wall wasn't exactly comfortable and she wanted to be able to explore his body and have him do the same to hers.

They hadn't spoken a word since they'd met at the party and it seemed that communication still wasn't necessary because all it took was a single look and he was lifting her off the floor and starting for the bedroom.

"And where were you last night?"

Temperance Brennan smiled guiltily at her best friend as she shut the door behind her then made her way to the bathroom. "I got lost?"

"Nice try but I know that look. You had sex." Angela Montenegro met her best friend's eyes in the mirror. "Sweetie, I'm so proud of you."

"Because I had sex with a stranger?"

"No, because you finally let loose. You had fun and you didn't put any restrictions on it. So what was his name? What did he look like?"

"I don't know his name or what he looked like. Neither of us ever took our masks off and we agreed to keep things impersonal. Besides, what are the odds that we'll ever see each other again?"

"Brennan, that's the whole point of learning each other's names. It's so that you can hook up again and continue to have incredible sex."

"How do you know the sex was incredible?"

Angela couldn't help rolling her eyes at her friend's comment. Sometimes even she forgot just how literal Brennan could be. "Sweetie, you don't stay out all night and come home looking like you do if the sex wasn't incredible. In fact, you don't stay out all night at all if the sex isn't incredible."

"Okay, fine. It was incredible. Are you happy now?"

"Delirious. But I still say you should have gotten his name. I want to meet the guy who can make you look as relaxed as you do right now." For the first time, Angela really took in her friend's appearance. "What happened to your dress?"

"He ripped it last night."

"He ripped off your clothes and you didn't get his name? We really have to work on your social skills."

"My social skills are fine, Angela. I went to the party, I had fun, I met a guy, and we spent one night together. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with that. It's what I've been encouraging you to do for years and I understand the whole mysterious one night stand thing but this guy clearly knows what you like in bed and that's why I think you should have gotten his name. But, you know, I could probably still track him down."

"How?"

"He works for the FBI."

Brennan looked down at the fleece pullover she'd taken from his room and for the first time, noticed the emblem emblazoned on the front. She felt slightly guilty for taking his clothes but the location of the rip in her dress had made it impossible for her to put it back on so that she could get back to her room. "We're not searching the FBI database, Ange."

"Whatever you say."

"I'm serious. It was one night and I want to leave it at that. Can you do that?"

"I can do that, sweetie. Now, come on. Get in the shower so we can go grab breakfast. I'm starving and I want to hear more about your FBI guy."

Brennan groaned in exasperation as she turned the water on. "Fine, but I want details on everything you did last night."

"My night wasn't nearly as interesting as yours was."

"I'll be the judge of that."