Oh, girl

Title: Button Pushing (2/?)
Rating: MA/NC-17
Pairing: Brennan/Cam
Warnings/Spoilers: Post-ep for "Aliens in a Spaceship"
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Trust me. Otherwise, they would not be allowed on broadcast television… No copyright infringement intended here, just a little not-so-clean fun.
Summary: Cam takes full advantage of her newly discovered knowledge to help Brennan let go…

Oh, girl. Don't come in here like that.

Your chin is raised a little too high and you fixed that damned drooping ponytail. I'm surprised that you haven't pulled on that blazer, with the lab coat over top, the way you're crossing your arms and eyeing me.

I want you freshly kissed and flustered, with a blush staining your cheeks and that camisole rolled up to be just slightly too high above the waist of your pants so I can see that strip of bare flesh. I want you begging, like you did out there, tilted back and confused as hell.

Now I'm going to have to drag that part of you back out.

You're watching me with curious eyes, the questions spoken even without movement from your lips. You want to know how I knew when you so clearly did not know yourself. Our little bout on the platform caught you off guard, but now we're on even ground, watching one another with care.

I'm waiting for you to make your move, because as much as I know you want this, it could all go downhill in an instant. My mind is still reeling from the speed with which my intentions had changed. I am certain now of what I want, but your presence here does not necessarily indicate your certainty. I'm following your fidgeting like a tennis match as you waver between speaking and running with shifting feet, wetting your lips with your tongue. Each sweep of my eyes tells me we could play like this all night, and never lose a volley.

Our eyes meet and you're daring me to move. But I won't be moving from this spot until you do.

"Temperance, come here."

Gotcha. That name really gets you doesn't it?

I can tell because your body twitches immediately towards me, resolve forgotten for an instant. But then you step backwards, hesitant. I can see the blush of uncertainty rising in your cheeks, so I press on.

"I said, come here, Temperance," I command softly, my voice sharp and certain.

A grin spreads across my lips when your arms fall to your sides and you don't step back.

"You said you wanted to touch me. If you want a chance, you're going to have to prove yourself and do as I say. I already know what you want… You just need to learn how to get it."

The wall you erected before coming in here crumbles at my words. You come towards me then, as uncertain and timid. I can see the trembling in your fingers as they play at the seams of your pants. You stop less than a foot away, eyelids lowered.

"Very good, Temperance." Bringing my hand up, I tilt your face up towards me. Holding you there, I step back, following the blush that's blossomed on your face downward to where it disappeared beneath your camisole. I allow my eyes to take in the curve of your breast, noting that your nipples are visible as they press against the thin fabric. You struggle not to squirm under my hold and my scrutiny as my eyes travel down, following the curve of your hips to those long legs of yours, remembering the feel of all of that body pressed against mine as it had bent back against the rail.

I can feel your harsh swallow as my eyes travel back up a slow smile spreading across my face as I meet your eyes once more. "You're mine. You decided that by coming in here. You could have gone home, Temperance." Releasing your chin, I step back once more. "Tonight I am not Dr. Saroyan. You are to call me Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," you reply, nearly stuttering over the phrase. Your eyes flick momentarily to the door, but I'm not worried. I've got you now.

I lean against my desk to admire you. "Now, I want you to tell me what you wanted, Temperance."

"I wanted… to touch you, Mistress," you tell me in a long-winded whisper.

"I know that," I reply, shaking my head at you. "I want to know where you wanted to touch me. How you wanted to touch me…"

Your hands move before I can react, catching me behind my neck and at my waist, tugging me until your body is flush with mine. I groan at your ferocity as you claim my lips in a kiss, contending valiantly with my lips.

But as quickly as contact is made, I bring it to an end, my hand snatching you back by your ponytail. Then a hard gasp bursts up from your lungs, your hips rocking against me seeking blance, as my other hand presses you down to your knees. You go down easily but slow.

My tongue roves over my lips, soothing away the dull ache left behind by the impact of your mouth. I bring my eyes to your down-turned face, trying to catch my breath.

You'd lulled me into believing you'd given in, but apparently your challenge to my authority had only begun. Even there at my feet, I can read lines of tension, which belie the docility you are displaying at my feet.

"Did I ask you to touch me Temperance?"

"No, Mistress."

You're definitely in the game now. I should have known. While the sound of that title is certainly arousing, I'm better than that.

"Take off your shirt, Temperance."

You don't move.

I reach down to cup your jaw, tilting your face up towards me. "Did you hear me?" I ask warningly. "I said that you need to take off your shirt for your Mistress."

Staunchly you defy me, your jaw locked tight with defiance, lips pulled back in a tight scowl. I release you then, turning away and moving towards the door. My hand is on the doorknob when I call back to you, "Last chance, Temperance. Take off your shirt or this is over."

You don't respond.

Turning the doorknob, I open the door and I'm crossing the threshold when I hear you whisper, "Wait."

That's it, bend a little.

Without turning around, I ask, "Are you doing as I asked, Temperance?"

"Yes Mistress."

Turning back towards you, I see your hands taking hold of the hem of your shirt. It peels away slowly, revealing your back in inch by inch increments. The stretchy fabric catches on your ponytail, loosening your silky strands slightly from their tie.

Pulling the door closed behind me, I move to stand behind you, pausing for a long moment before placing a rewarding hand on the space between your shoulder blades, smiling to see you shiver in response.

"No bra…" I whisper, noting the slight shiver that creeps under my hands along your skin under my hand.

I move next to stand beside you, my fingers playing with the end of your ponytail, careful not to touch your bare skin. "You're not exactly winning me over here, Temperance. All you have to do is follow my instructions and I will give you exactly what you want. I can be a very kind Mistress who can make you very happy. But I don't tolerate disobedience."

Your head turns to look up at me, following my form as I move around you, admiring the lean curves that those slacks are clinging to. Your sides are rising and falling rapidly with your short breaths, leaving your lips hanging just barely open.

Once I'm standing behind you, I bring my hands to your hair, dragging your hair loose from its bond, watching as it fans out over your shoulders. My fingertips drive into it from the front, combing through and tugging your head upward until your neck is bent all the way back as I step up to stand so close behind you that I can feel the heat of you against my thighs. Holding you steady by your hair, I watch your eyelids flutter as a whimper escapes those deliciously parted lips. "And I do believe I asked you a question, Temperance and I still haven't received a proper answer."

With another gentle tug, your head is resting against my crotch and a shuddering moan is my reward. Your back is arched causing your breasts to jut erotically out, those rosy-brown nipples puckered to hardened nubs by the air. "Because this is so new to you, I will give you one more chance to answer my question satisfactorily. Further transgressions will result in punishment, Temperance. I don't want to punish you, but I will not hesitate if it becomes necessary. Now, I want you to tell me exactly what you were asking for when you begged me to let you touch me."

I release your hair and step back. I begin unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse, one by one as I move around to once more lean against my desk to watch you squirming on your knees. Your eyes widen with each button undone and I stop mid-way up my chest, waiting for your part in this.

"I wanted to put my hand behind your neck…"

I unfasten one more button, waiting for you to continue, my heart racing at the husky roughness of your voice against my ears.

"And I wanted to put my hands on your back, get them under… on your skin. I wanted to pull you closer…"

One more button is freed and your tongue comes out to wet your lips. God, you're beautiful there, attempting to catch your surging breath, breasts lifting gently with each one. Your hands nervously clasp in front of those thick auburn curls at the apex of your thighs and I shake my head disapprovingly.

"Put those hands behind your back, Temperance, I want to see you while you tell me."

"Yes, Mistress," you reply, quickly pulling your hands behind your back. I release the final button, letting my blouse fall loosely over my chest, watching the delicate way your teeth take hold of your swollen lip as your eyes examine my newly exposed skin.

Pushing off the desk, I come towards you, stopping only when the flowing fabric of my shirt is brushing your lips. A test.

I can barely take a breath before you are deliberately disobeying, your lips sucking a trail up to my navel to suck. My breath catches in my throat as you boldly take hold of my shirt with those nimble fingers and tug it free, the fabric catching and hanging from my wrists. You're on your feet in an instant, your hands cupping my breast, clutching, dragging your nails over my nipples through the satin fabric.

I jerk my hands free of the cuffs of my shirt then take hold of your wrists, dragging you around behind my desk and tossing you into my chair. Opening my drawers, I find a roll of white gauze and turn to find you've risen once more to your feet. No way, girl, you're not getting away that easily.

In an instant, I have you pinned roughly down against the desk and I kick your feet apart, using my weight to hold you in place. Taking hold of your wrists, I pull them behind you and use the gauze to bind your hands together as tightly as I can without hurting you. Once the knot is secure, I hold you down with one hand and use the other to bring a sharp slap down on your rounded ass.

Your whole body jerks in surprise, a whimper escaping your lips, but you make no move to rise. I watch as your legs shift, spreading slightly wider as I catch my breath. "That was quite the little show, Temperance. I hope you're prepared for your punishment."

I pull you to your feet and bring you back to the open space on the other side of my desk. "I'm going to let go of you, but you are not to move. You are not to speak."

You nod, your fingers shaking unsteadily as I release you. I stand close, waiting to see if you will obey. When you remain still, I begin silently unfastening your slacks, careful not to make contact with your skin. Once they're loose, I tug them down and they pool around your ankles.

God damn.

You're wearing a fucking thong. Black and tight and nearly not there against your smooth creamy skin. I have to remind myself that I'm not touching you right now. This is your punishment.

Drawing in a breath, I begin. "Step out of those pants, Temperance…" I wait until you've managed to kick away the fabric after you adorably kicked off your shoes and disentangled your ankles from the mess. "Where do you want your punishment Temperance? No, no, don't answer yet. Would you like me to gag you? Make it impossible for you to speak?"

Your breath quickens as I move my hand over your mouth, inches from your skin, still not making contact. I pause, feeling the heat of your breath on my hand and smile. "Or perhaps you'd like something a little more… physical…" Walking slowly, I stand behind you, examining the soft curve of your ass. You're struggling not to squirm.

"Perhaps a spanking? No…" I laugh softly, watching the muscles of your ass twitch at my suggestion. "I think you'd enjoy that, Temperance. No, I think perhaps you like me to pinch your nipples, pull at them until you cry out. Or maybe I'll just leave you here. Tie up your ankle and let you wait until someone comes to find you…"

Your eyes widen and I'm almost tempted to do it. You look downright fearful and it makes me smile. "Don't look so frightened…" I whisper soothingly, my hand moving of its own volition to slide up the inside of your smooth thigh. I pull it away quickly and catch your answering moan as it leaves. "You're just going to have to make sure you listen more carefully next time…" I bring my hand back, this time sliding a single finger up the back of your thigh, watching the tremors ripple up your body. "Because all you have to do to get exactly what you want is to behave."

End Note: I originally intended this two be only two parts, but by now most of you know me better than that. More updates coming on this and other fics as fast my fingers can transcribe my own bad hand writing from notebooks… I really need a new wifi card so I can type instead of hand-writing on the go…