As usual, starting with disclaimer. Don't own nothing, (regretfully), I just love to play with them… And fix the messes that break our poor hearts…
This is part 2, and I'm already dodging… You'll hate me, but I can only imagine this is the truth.. (uff… hateful, I know, and painful)…
So be kind, forget you hate me and tell me what you think…
I only need your words to continue posting…
Tracing the length of her spine with his fingers, he pressed a kiss against her soft skin, now soaked with sweat, smelling of them both, igniting everything that was alpha-male in him. She practically purred, enjoying the post-coital bliss, their reunion filled with passion and laughter, staring into each other's eyes, finally relieved that her fears seemed unfounded, and that her reason to rush back home had simply been only her fear of losing the most amazing man she had ever met, and of course, her missing him in her bed and in her life.
When they met, she could see there was something hurting him, but refrained from asking too many question, assuming after they talked a few times it was just the horrors of war taking their toll on him. He had saved her, his courage and imposing stance startling her, igniting a fire she had forgotten she could feel ever since she had been assigned to this war-torn country. She remembered how it felt when he went to help her, how he reassured that she was safe, how he ordered his men to patch the insurgent up, but keep him safely restrained. She had marveled at his humanity, and he had led her to the camp, to bring her a bottle of water, even if she knew he had to arrest her for trespassing.
Long hours later, after the camp leader had finally relented and decided to let her go with a warning to not ever, ever cross a restricted area again, getting a wholehearted promise from her, she had been glad he was the one to lead her back to her own camp. The absurdity of the situation had hit them both: he had both saved her and arrested her, and they had laughed and laughed, until they had to lean against a fig tree to get their breaths back. The air had shifted, and laughter had given way to sexual awareness: she was beautiful, even with dirty clothes, and he couldn't be more ruggedly handsome if he tried, his army shirt clinging to every muscle. They had flirted, openly, until the loneliness of their months there, and their attraction got the better of them.
It had been savage, but tender, how he had taken her against the trunk, his thrusts powerful and passionate, his hands tender and living against her skin, his body shielding her from the night air, the smells of the night and of their mutual scents spiking their arousal higher. It had been primal, but loving. She remembered how she had only managed to drop his fatigue pants and boxers to the ground as he divested her of her kakhis and underwear, how the sensation of their joining felt perfect and changing. She smiled as she remembered how he had leaned his head on her damp skin, kissing her neck, nuzzling her ear, getting his strength back after their monstrous release, limbs shaking, cores sated, but mostly, a little bit of their hearts healed from the pain of war.
One day, just as she had come to share his afternoon break, he told her he was finally ready to move on, and that he wanted to try with her for that chance at happiness he craved. She had been delighted, while he had literally swept her off her feet, first saving her, and now offering her the chance for something more. From then on, they found a way to spend practically every night together, when the occasion and the bullets allowed for it, basking in the growing feelings between them. Time passed until days became months, and he received a fateful call from who he told her was the "brightest, most pigheaded, button-pushing prosecutor she could ever meet", begging him to help one of their own.
They had shared many talks, and he had told her all of his "squints", but mostly about his partner. So when he told her he had to go, she had understood: she already knew Camilla Saroyan was someone dear to him, and adding to the cry from help, he had told her of his son, how badly he missed his little boy, how he felt like he was fighting somebody else's war, and that even if he knew his help was needed here, his home, his life back in DC needed him more, the call from Caroline a testament of how badly their family was without their center. They had made love sweetly, sorrowfully, hating that they had met at such extreme circumstances, but somehow, there had been hope that somehow, they would make "them" work.
Days passed after their bittersweet goodbye, and she missed him so badly she had left everything to follow him back home, because she truly wanted to try that forever he had told her about.
No man she had ever met had made her feel so much love, so much passion, it had been the most Earth-shattering moment of her life, and she knew that one Seeley Booth had ruined her for other men. She tried to act nonchalant and cool, she didn't want to be clingy, but her feelings were growing exponentially, and each moment in his presence only seemed to heighten her response.
"Hmmmmh", she hummed satedly, her body still throbbing all over with the effects of her release, smiling at the playful, devilish grin gracing his lips, "that was amazing", she was on her stomach while he lazily peppered kisses on her skin. She had learned he was highly tactile, and incredibly tender and playful after sex, something she loved. Many men just rolled on their backs and went to sleep, but he worked to keep the connection they had just shared, drawing it out, making her feel deliciously languid, her legs still wobbly from their activities, her thighs deliciously sore, and loving how he had devoted to soothe her, with his hands and mouth.
"I concur. It was amazing", he said, "You ARE amazing", he said, and she laughed softly, "Let's just settle that we're amazing together, ok?", he nodded, and started trailing open-mouthed kissed down the length of her spine.
She groaned playfully, "Baby, don't start something you can't finish", she warned him, her body exhausted from the long hours of sexcapades, but still wanting more from him, and he chuckled, voice oozing with confidence and satisfaction, "Who says I can't finish? You know I always deliver", he teased, and let his tongue taste her skin, salty and sweet at the same time.
She moaned, her body screaming in perfect satisfaction and anticipation. She rolled on her back, and he immediately settled between her thighs, her eyes widening at the evidence that indeed, he could and would finish if she let him, yet again. He did have amazing stamina, and proof of that was the long hours they had just spent making love after the most delicious dinner together. "I thought that you had to get up early, and baby, it's almost 5am, we haven't slept a single hour", he smiled playfully at her, and made her gasp when, with a thrust of his hips, he drove into her, drawing a needy moan from her lips as he joined them, feeling how hot and slick she was around him.
He needed her. He was truly starting to believe she was it, she was the one he could spend his life with, and now that she was here, he could truly work on everything he wanted for them, burying himself in her supple body he could forget the pain that had tainted his life for so long, and that thankfully thanks to her, seemed only a bitter and distant memory.
No more huge elephants in the room. No more walking around eggshells. He knew she hadn´t noticed, but when he said they had had to work around larger things as they stared to the huge display that had been taken residence in their lab, he hadn't been joking. They had worked around their feelings, hiding, pretending… But he was no longer willing to do that. And honestly, he didn't need to, since his feelings for Hannah were honest.
He was going to work on a family. He and Rebecca had had what he thought was the first civil conversation in years when he returned. She told him that despite what he thought, she didn't keep Parker from him because she believed he was unfit to care for their boy; she finally dared tell him that the problem was that she didn't see any stability in his life, with his work, something he couldn't deny, without a healthy relationship, and he knew she was right. And after much thought, he could finally accept that he had laid everything on the line for something that he now knew would never happen.
She had made it more than clear.
And Hannah wanted the same things he did. She believed in family, in building a life, she was as hard-working and devoted as he was, but still knew how to keep a healthy balance. She knew how to joke, how to laugh. She took to people, and people took to her. She was even Catholic. She loved with her whole heart, not holding a single thing back.
Perfect.
Satisfaction and release no longer seemed empty. Perhaps his chance at tomorrow, at forever was closer than he thought. Hearing her delighted, startled gasp as he joined their bodies and started a slow, torturing pace designed to drive them both crazy with need, he just took her earlobe between his lips, and sucked sensually, whispering against the fragrant skin of her neck, "I don´t care. You´re worth me falling over my desk, babe", he let out a growl at the sensations her tight heat produced in him, and bent his head to suck her rosy nipple, already puckered and waiting for his attention, eliciting a pleasured moan, "You're so delicious, I can't get enough…", he muttered against her skin as for the first time since he had become FBI, he pressed the off button on his cell phone and truly devoted to keeping the world at bay, even with the impending dawn reminding them there was a new day ahead of them.
"Dr. Brennan?", the anthropologist raised her eyes from the bone she was holding, to face the dark eyes of her boss.
"What can I do for you, Cam?", she replied, keeping her stern composure as best as she could, but Cam had already seen the defeated posture, the slumped shoulders, so different from the proud woman she knew Temperance Brennan to be.
Cam devoted to putting the administrative stuff back together after their return, and Temperance in Limbo, thankful for the distraction that there were so many remains pending for identification, she hadn't had time to let her mind wander in what Booth might be doing, or worse, who he might be doing, particularly after her heartbreaking conversation with Angela. Luckily, her friend hadn´t noticed she had stayed the night, when in truth she had slept only an hour on her couch, and since she always had a change of clothes, nobody would know she hadn't even rested. Angela wouldn't figure it out, since she was always at the lab at 6, 6.30 tops, so she hadn't assumed that when she found her, it had been because she had been unable to go home.
"The FBI is calling me. There's a body", Temperance frowned at her boss' words.
"Why didn't they call Booth?", she replied, and Cam shook her head, "Perhaps because they've been trying to reach him for the past hour, and either his battery is dead or he's purposefully ignoring them, since he´s not picking up his house number", Cam replied.
"Isn't he… at the Hoover?", she said, looking at her watch, it was 7.50 and she knew that ever since their return, he had also taken the habit of arriving at the FBI building earlier than he used to, to catch up on the paperwork that was waiting for him. Her voice dropped as her mind came up with a scenario she would hate to confirm, "I'll try and get a hold of him anyway. And his house number doesn't work yet, he told me the phone company is taking forever to reconnect it, so logically, they wouldn't be able to reach him there", she said, and after taking her gloves off, she searched for her cell phone in the pocket of her lab coat, and then pressed 1 on the speed dial, only to get the same response as everyone before her.
"You have reached the phone of Special Agent Seeley Booth. Please, leave a message after the tone or reach him at the Hoover Building, Major Crimes Division, 555-03…", she ended the call, and looked helplessly to Cam.
"Have you already enquired if the remains are fresh, Cam?", she asked, and Cam shook her head.
"I did, of course, and they are just the way you like them. Pure bones", Cam said, and tried to hide her concern. She knew Booth like the palm of her hand, being his friend for so long meant she knew things about him no one else did, and she knew that Seeley Booth never turned his cell phone off, unless he was seriously busy.
She looked at the woman in front of her, and felt sorry for her. She knew she thought she had everyone fooled, but Cam could see heartbreak from a mile away, and even if Temperance Brennan had hid hers like a pro, Cam could see the cloud that had taken residence into those baby blues, and she knew the source was no other than her friend. She didn't want another soap opera at the lab, like the one that took place with Angela, Jack and Wendell before. Luckily, regarding them, it was all water under the bridge, and they were again the best of friends.
But Cam never fooled herself. She knew the dynamics of the lab depended on the two people who were now at odds with each other. Seeley, you damn fool. Why couldn't you wait a bit longer?
Cam remembered her words just after their partnership was reinstated after his surgery. Be sure about what you feel because if you crack that shell, and you change your mind, she'll die of loneliness before she trusts anyone every again.
And how she hated to be right. Seeing at the woman in front of her, she could understand that's what had happened, and that indeed, Temperance Brennan had made her choice. Standing alone before facing any more heartbreak. And honestly, she couldn't blame her because she had every reason to want to protect was what left of her sanity, if not of her heart, because she was certain finally, that little organ had to be crushed beyond repair.
Temperance closed her cell phone, hating that Cam seemed to know what might be the reason behind him not picking his phone up. They were both women, and they could appreciate Hannah's beauty, and personality. And if that hadn't been enough, Booth's decision told them he was seriously considering building his life with her.
Cam had been surprised, but after getting to know Hannah, she couldn't dislike her. She had no faults, she was perfect for him, and even if her heart ached for the anthropologist she had learned to consider a friend, she knew Hannah was good for him. She had forgotten the last time she had seen him so happy, and could only wish his choice was the right one.
"You're right. He's not picking up", she frowned. "Cam, if word of this gets out… He might get in trouble", she said, and Cam nodded, worry lacing her features.
"I know, Dr. Brennan, and that's what concerns me. The FBI techs are on their way to the crime scene, and I know they've learned to secure the scene, thanks to your insistence, but… if Cullen or Hacker find out he's getting sloppy…", she said, and she saw Brennan sigh before putting her professional mask on.
"Then I should go get him, and warn him before something happens", she said, and Cam's eyes widened. My, my, but she had big, brass ones.
"Dr. Brennan, don't you think that might be a bit… awkward?", she replied, and it was clear as the sun in mid July that she was resorting to every compartmentalization technique she owned to mask her pain at what she might find at his place.
"Why should it? I'm only his partner, and I'm happy he seems to have found someone to form a meaningful relationship with, even if I still believe he's under the influence of neurochemicals, which, of course, is of no importance to me as long as he´s fulfilled and our work is not disrupted by Hannah being a permanent aspect of his life now. I'll go and give him the 202 on the situation", she said, and Cam couldn't fight her snort.
"101, Dr. Brennan, 101", Cam said, and she had the decency to blush at being corrected. But as she walked, she had to fight another wave of sadness as she realized she didn't have him anymore to correct her when she misused pop culture references. Everything was changing, and she felt like she had just reached the eye of the hurricane.
After disposing of her lab coat, and putting her jacket, she took her car keys and drove to his place, a mantra on her head. Keep it cool. Keep it rational. Don't let him see you're hurt. Keep it cool. Keep it rational. Don't let him see you're hurt. Keep it cool. Keep it rational. Don't let him see you're hurt.
Maybe if she said it enough times, she would believe it. Once she had been faced with the strength and allure of his sexuality, so long ago and yet it seemed like yesterday, when being partners didn't mean so much to them, when it didn't mean they had saved each other in every possible way. She remembered knocking on his door, only to find him putting on his shirt after clearly having just finished making love with Tessa. And if seeing him like that hadn't been enough, seeing Tessa in his white shirt, the very picture of a woman who had been thoroughly and deeply ravished had made her snap. Of course, she had acted like she should: the very picture of professionalism, but it had stung, remembering that only a short year ago from that moment, that could have been her.
He had been awfully private, and she had assumed it was truly a reflection of him being a prude when it was only a desire to keep what should be private, private. Hearing him joke with Hannah about their first time together, against a tree, had made bile rise in her throat. I never liked figs. Now I love 'em. If that image wasn't enough to fed her already starved brain…
She reached his place, and after putting her car in park, she leaned her head against the steering wheel. Please, she said, if you're truly out there, if You do exist, please… Don't let him see what this is doing to me. Please… Please, I'm begging you. Let me be his friend, let me forget.
She inhaled, and knowing time was running against her, she took the keys from the ignition, and reached for her purse. She walked towards his door, only to be greeted by his doorman, who knew her as well as her own doorman knew him, another evidence of how entwined their lives had been until this point. He greeted her and told her Agent Booth was still at home. She had hoped her trip had been for nothing, but at the piece of information, she braced herself for what she knew she was bound to see. She had smiled politely and walked towards the elevator.
The ride in the elevator was fast, and she walked the steps leading her to his door, cursing each one, because she knew she was walking to her own death, metaphorically at least. After this morning, she knew there would be no mending of her heart, nothing would cure her of the heartbreak that was sure to come.
So, she took a huge inhale, and on the exhale, before she let her fear take the best of her, she knocked on his door, not forcefully, but determinedly. She waited a few moments, and knocked yet again. Long seconds passed before she heard movement inside the house, and waited, ordering her face to show the perfect picture of composed professionalism, even if inside, she was falling apart. She still had the keys to his place, but she wouldn't dare use them now, fearing what she might find. After her hasty retreat the previous night, she didn't even dare go there.
She heard the rustle of the chain, and then he opened the door. She had to order her lungs to breathe because the sight of him had most definitely stolen her breath.
He oozed sex, there were no other words to describe how he looked. His hair was spiked, but even if it was standing at odd angles, it just added to his appeal. He was in his boxers, and nothing more. Even his feet were bare, and it was the first time she had seen him this way, her mind traveling at lightning speed remembering how he never walked around without socks, and she knew it was because the cold floor added to the pain he felt day by day, the pain he hid so well.
His chest was bare, and perfect. She could see he had gained more muscle mass during his time away, and she guessed that was the result of the strenuous life he must have had in the past months. His skin flushed, and beads of sweat rolling down those perfectly chiseled muscles.
But admiration gave way to distress. For if he was this way, there could one be a reason.
She swallowed hard, swallowed her pain, hid her hurt and smiled politely, "Hello, Booth", she said, and he gave an amused, confused frown.
"Bones, what are you doing here?", he asked, and the fact that his senses hadn't still registered the situation made her hurt even more.
"We have a case, Booth. You weren't picking your phone up. It's quite late", she said, and he looked lost in thought until he slapped his forehead and said.
""Shit! I forgot to turn my cell phone on", he said, and she swallowed again, her throat trying to work around the lump that seemed to be lodged there. At least he had had the decency to blush.
"Cam diffused the situation, and she told dispatch that probably your battery had died or something, and that we would be there", she said, and he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, and as he was about to reply, a very feminine voice interrupted him.
"Baby, who is it?", and they both turned her heads. And now it took superhuman strength for her to hide her emotions.
There was Hannah, wrapped in his sheet, and it was clearly visible that she was wearing nothing underneath, looking the picture of a woman who had been taken, claimed to perfection. Even from far, she could see the bruised spot on the side of her neck, and there were some pink spots on her skin. Beard burn.
She felt the meager contents of her stomach, a cracker and her morning coffee, rise up to her throat, but again, she hid her reaction as best as she could.
"Oh, Temperance. What a surprise", Hannah said as she got closer to them, and slid a hand around Booth's waist, the gesture intimate and loving, "To what do we owe the pleasure?", she added, and Temperance could see she truly meant it. She was making it very hard for her to hate her, since she could truly see Hannah was indeed a nice, kind person. Just what he needed.
"We have a case, and the FBI couldn't reach Booth", Hannah giggled and blushed a pretty crimson, hiding her face in Booth's shoulder, "Oh, that's totally my fault. I'm sorry. I guess we got a little carried away with my moving in celebration", she said sheepishly, and Temperance wanted to cry at the look of total adoration in Booth's eyes as he stared at her, and lowered his lips to kiss her damp forehead, her skin also moist and pearly with sweat.
"It's my fault too, baby, so don't beat yourself up. I loved it", he smiled widely, "I have to go change, though. Come in, Bones. Give me 10 and we'll be on our way", he said, and she gave him her best professional look before replying.
"Actually, I drove over here", seeing his surprised look, knowing he always took them to crime scenes, she added, "I guessed you would need time to get ready, and if I'm already there, I can conduct a preliminary examination and perhaps save the sanctity of the crime scene. You know that even if your techs have gotten better, I like to make sure everything is untouched. So I'll just write down the address and you can meet me there", she said, instantly searching for the notebook she kept in her bag, and hastily wrote down the directions to the place.
She ripped the page and handed it to him, seeing his concern, and she said, "Booth, I know how you feel, but there's no reason to worry. I won't be alone, and the remains are not fresh. And if you´re concerned there's going to be word of this, remember they all know me, and they won't find it strange that I wanted to go there on my own, ok? So, I'll see you in a while", she smiled, and waved to Hannah, "Bye, Hannah".
"Bye, Temperance", she said warmly, "Drive safely. We won't hear the end of it if something happens. We both know how protective Seeley is, don't we?", Temperance swallowed.
"Yes, I do know, but it's not necessary. Even if his alpha-male tendencies would make him worry that I'm driving own, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. So I'll go. Bye", she said, and she walked normally until she felt the door close behind her. The moment she felt the click of it sliding shut, she ran to the stairs, not wanting to wait in the elevator, too keyed up, too desperate to wait. She took the steps in a haze, wondering afterwards how she hadn't broken her neck in the process, only lowering her speed until she reached his doorman, telling him she had to get to a crime scene, thus explaining her hurry.
She got in her car, and started the engine, brushing tears the entire way. Temperance, you're stronger than this. If you don't calm yourself, they are going to know.
She managed to calm herself a good 5 minutes before reaching the crime scene. Luckily, the techs were inside the woods, and she could take the time to grab her purse and fix herself. She took some powder, erasing the evidence of her tears, and dabbed more lip gloss.
Well, Temperance, this'll have to do, she thought as she stared at her reflection in the small vanity she kept inside. She could fix her makeup, but nothing could hide the sadness that seemed to be attached to her blue eyes.
Forever.
Hiding already… But anyway, it's up to you if you think this is worth posting… Love you guys…
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