She walks back into the kitchen to find him doing the dishes at the sink

Talking Head Chapter 4

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Warning: Sexually explicit, content is for mature readers only.

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She walks back into the kitchen to find him doing the dishes at the sink. He's already wrapped the cornbread and covered the chili. He's drying his hands on a towel when he turns toward her. He's pretty sure she thinks he's the biggest asshole on the planet at the moment.

"I'm sorry Bones, I didn't mean to laugh. There's just some pretty intense stuff going through my head right now." She looks surprised and that confuses him.

"Why are you apologizing? I'm the one that hasn't been a very good friend. I keep taking everything you say personally instead of realizing it's just the head injury. Why don't we take a break and go sit on the couch and watch a movie?"

"Okay, you go pick something, I'm going to make popcorn." He wants to correct her, to tell her that all of his behavior is not from the head injury. He's wanted her for a long time. He decides he's going to have to tell her about his problem soon. Hopefully she'll be able to understand that his subconscious sexual ramblings are just an unfiltered cruder version of his real feelings. On the other hand if he tells her about his feelings she'll always question whether they came from him or the circumstances. He would hate to start a relationship with her based on doubts. The whole situation has become so complicated for him it's giving him a headache.

When he returns to the living room with water and popcorn she's perusing his collection of movies. Her fingers run delicately over the spines of the DVDs as she reads. She stops occasionally to pull one out and read the back cover, her face often scrunching in confusion or distaste. She finally pops open a case and after staring at the player for a moment hits the correct button and drops it inside.

"What did you choose?" He makes himself comfortable on the sofa and she surprises him by coming to sit right up against him. He pulls the blanket over their legs and sets the bowl so it rests on both of their thighs. She doesn't question him so he decides she's making an effort to give him what ever it is she thinks he needs.

"I can tell her what we need." He stiffens for a second, having almost forgotten about his chatty member.

"Is this okay?" Bones is looking at him with uncertainty thinking that he pulled away from her.

"Yeah Bones, it's more than okay. Come here." He puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her against him. She relaxes into his side before picking up the remote.

"I picked a movie called Gone Baby Gone. It looked new and at least I know I like Morgan Freeman. I doubt they'll be as good at solving their case as we are at solving ours though." She doesn't have to look to know he's smiling so she snuggles back against him. Taking in his warmth and delicious scent she's so content she really doesn't care if the movie is good or not.

They're a half hour into it when she feels his weight slowly grow heavy against her. He's fast asleep and she actually likes the movie. She shifts her opinion of how it's going to end several times. Booth's weight becomes too much and he starts sliding toward her so she pulls a pillow onto her lap and eases him down. He shifts into the pillow before settling against her, his head now on her thighs, his shoulder resting against her breast. On instinct he draws his legs onto to couch and then stills as he slips deeper into his dreams. She rests one hand on his shoulder and with the other gently strokes his hair until his breathing is slow and even.

When the movie is over she shuts off the dvd player and turns the volume down on the television. She desperately wants to stretch her legs. The weight of him has caused her leg to fall asleep so even if she could ease out from beneath him standing would be impossible for a few moments. She gently touches the bruise on the side of his face, a shudder passing through her as she thinks of all the things that could have happened from such an injury.

Her finger traces his brow and trails down the side of his face. She's never watched him sleep before and the intimacy of the moment warms her. She wonders how he feels about her, whether he would consider a relationship. The thought startles her. Would she really consider a relationship with him? He's not the kind of man that would go into this just for the sexual gratification. They have too much at stake to risk it for just the physical rewards. She can't deny the fact she's already emotionally invested in him. She hasn't had sex with anyone that she was this close to first. Her infatuation with Michael was the only time she had any strong feelings before becoming sexually active with a man. Her stomach flutters and her nipples tighten at the thought of his hands on her.

Her fingers run along his jaw and the stubble from the last two days scrapes the pads of her fingers. The sensation causes her to clench her thighs and catch her breath. All of this time she's been avoiding the idea of him while she dated other men with the intention of finding a partner and she had one all along. She lightly draws her thumb over his lips and smiles as he twitches in his sleep. She'll have to see how he feels about the situation after he's feeling better. Maybe it's time for them to take a chance together.

Temperance slowly moves over and up off the couch while easing his head onto just the pillow. She stands for a moment and lets the blood circulate back into her feet. The sharp pain of her nerves protesting causes her to slowly begin walking to force her body into responding. Seeley shifts slightly and continues sleeping. She decides to go get dinner ready so she can just pop it into the oven later.

Once she can be heard in the kitchen Seeley slowly opens his eyes. She was touching him. She was stroking his face and hair and he had been grateful that the turn of his hips and his bent leg hid the effect it had on him. He didn't want her to stop. When she touched his lips he wanted to kiss her thumb, he actually twitched with the urge.

"Let's go get her, you know she wants us."

At that moment he would love to act on the advice of his penis. A thought he can't believe he's having at all much less considering. Still, he knows the truth is that he would love to just go get her. He had risen in consciousness to a throbbing in his head and her cool fingers near his temple. It took all his control not to move and his rambling penis had only made him more determined to remain still.

"Come on, this may actually be a salvageable situation. You just need to follow my lead."

Booth slowly sits up on the sofa, pulling the pillow across his lap to hide his enthusiastic member. He runs a hand through his hair and can tell he has a serious case of bed head.

"Bed head? Please tell me you're referring to me. Please, please, please."

He smiles and bites back the need to yell no into the room. He would probably scare the hell out of Bones if he did. He has to watch the spontaneous outbursts because they aren't helping. He decides to go into the kitchen and find her; maybe he can distract himself by helping her with whatever she's doing.

She's grating cheese but she pauses to look at him when he enters the room. "Hey there, how was your nap?" He wonders if she has always smiled at him like this and it took a head injury for him to notice. He gives her his best grin back before he even knows it.

"I don't know if I slept or just passed out but either way I feel better now. I thought I'd come see if I could give you a hand." He feels strangely lost standing in the middle of his own kitchen asking if he can assist. He should get up and make her breakfast tomorrow since she's been doing all the work.

"I could use a hand. Why don't you offer to give me a hand?"

She hands him the grater and nods to the three types of cheese on the counter. "I'd be glad to hand this over, grating is not one of my favorite chores. I need three cups of the first one and one cup of the other two in separate bowls please." He's grinning like someone just handed him a winning lottery ticket he's so happy to feel helpful. She turns to the stove and begins working on something else involving a frying pan.

"What did you think of the movie?" He has the desire to just hear her voice, even if she's just spouting science at him.

"Have you seen it yet because I don't want to ruin the end for you?" He's amused by the fact she didn't just blurt out that she hated it.

"I saw most of it so I know how it ends." He wishes they were working at the table so he could see her but not having the visual has quieted his sexual narrator.

"Why did you only see part of it?" It crosses her mind that he may have been called out on a case but then he wouldn't have seen the ending.

"Parker was here trying to let me watch it but that means he only interrupts ten times instead of twenty. He was supposed to be going to bed." He's laughing with warm amusement as he tells her.

"Well, I enjoyed it. There were some technical discrepancies but I've found few movies to be completely accurate. I liked the story though, I didn't figure out what happened to her right away so I was interested."

He hears the pan sizzle as she drops something into it. He glances over his shoulder, wanting to indulge in this domestic picture of her without making her uncomfortable.

"There's that great ass again. Just reach over and give it a little squeeze. I'm betting it's seriously firm."

He starts to grate the cheese again, concentrating so intently on the task he jumps when she speaks. "Do you think it's strange that other people make movies like that about things we see every day?"

Booth chuckles, "I never really thought about it that way but I guess it is kind of strange. People are drawn to the drama though; there isn't much that's exciting if you're doing a movie on an accountant's job."

"Why do people feel they need the drama from a movie? Isn't real life full of enough struggles?" The genuine confusion in her voice makes him ache. He wishes she didn't know so much about the dark side of the world.

"Some people have very boring lives, they don't know how to go out and find excitement or they're too afraid so they get their rushes living vicariously through movies. Other people go to feed a darkness within themselves but I think that's a small percentage. I'd say most people go because their lives are filled with struggle and it's a brief reprieve for them to go to a movie and leave their own troubles behind. Besides in the movies things are more apt to work out the way you want them to so it gives people a sense of hope." She moves next to him and pulls a pot from the lower cupboard and he wonders when she became so familiar with the location of things in his apartment. She's quiet as she fills the large pot with water but he can feel her turning something over in her mind.

"If people are struggling with problems in their own lives why wouldn't they spend the time trying to solve them instead of going to the movies?" Of course her logical mind trips over the idea of avoidance. He laughs softly as he finishes the cheese and scoops it into her designated bowls. He rinses his hands, turning to leans against the counter as he dries them so he can watch her.

"Bones some people become immobilized by their lives. They don't know what to do so they create distractions and live in denial. They continue the behaviors that caused their problems because they don't know how to make the cycles stop. Very few people in the world are gifted with a brain that works as well as yours so they opt for escaping instead and that takes them to the movies." She smiles at him over her shoulder and turns off the burner under the frying pan.

"I guess the one good thing that came out of my parent's disappearance was that it forced me to grow up very independently. I didn't have anyone to rely on but myself so I had to solve my own problems. It would never have occurred to me to just go to the movies and think about it all later." She offers this truth to him in a casual tone but he notes the way her spine stiffens into a straight line.

Before he can talk himself out of it he's behind her, his hands resting on her hips gently pulling her back against him. His lips graze the shell of her ear and she can feel his warm breath down her neck. "You're not alone anymore. You have someone you can rely on now." Her whole body flushes as his words vibrate against her.

"It doesn't mean I'll be any less independent." She wants to sound strong but her voice is too breathy to be convincing and she knows it.

"I know and I wouldn't want it any other way but at least now you have the choice when the world seems like it's too much." He feels her relax her weight against him then, her head tilting back to his shoulder. He kisses her temple and just lets her rest there a moment. When the pot of boiling noodles on the stove sputters and threatens to boil over she draws away from him to take care of it.

"NOOOO! We were finally getting somewhere." Seeley squeezes his eyes closed in an effort to block out the voice. He knows better than to push this fragile thing that seems to be growing between them.

"Hey there I'm a fragile thing growing between you two, push me!" He opens his eyes and takes a small step away from her.

Temperance wonders what they're doing. When did he begin kissing her temple? When did it become okay for her to lean against him like that? What do these conversations they're having allude to? She shakes her head and pulls the heavy pan from the burner, carefully pouring the scalding water and noodles into the colander waiting in the sink.

He plucks a noodle from the pile and bounces it in his palm to cool it before popping it into his mouth. "Wow, that's still a little tough."

"It's supposed to be because it's going to continue to cook in the oven. I've made you this dish before, last spring."

"Oh Bones tell me it's the macaroni and cheeses, that dish was absolutely fantastic. I think it was the best I've ever eaten." He wonders why he didn't put the ingredients together and figure it out. Here he was grating the cheese and so distracted by her it didn't even occur to him to ask her about it.

The genuine excitement in his voice causes her to smile. "I find it interesting that you and Parker have the same favorite food. You should have mentioned it I would have made it for you again before now." He watches her assemble all the ingredients into two small baking dishes and one larger one.

"She would have made it for you if you had asked so try asking her for sex and see if she'll do that for you too."

He shifts against the counter, stretching and crossing his legs at the ankle to try and squeeze his penis into a quiet state. "Well then let me just put in a request now for you to come over once a month and make me your macaroni and cheese. Consider yourself asked."

She's laughing and he wants to go back over to her and touch her some more.

"Now you're thinking like a man with a plan. Let's go over and touch her. Let me touch her. I promise I'll be nice."

She finishes assembling her ingredients and slides them into the oven. She sets a timer on the back of his stove that he has never used in all the years he's owned it. She places the pans in the sink and rinses off her hands. He can't help letting his eyes roam over her while her back is to him.

"We could tap that, all you have to do is make a move. Look at those curves; it'll be one hell of a ride."

"No." His voice is a whispered response uttered as he closes his eyes to block out the voice.

She hears him so when she turns around and sees his eyes are squeezed shut and his face is flushed she thinks he's suppressing a symptom. She steps up to him and lays her hand on his chest, his heart is thundering under her fingertips.

"Seeley? Are you alright?" His eyes pop open and he takes a steadying breath.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just had a sound in my ears but its fading." He wasn't telling her the whole truth but he hoped he sounded convincing.

"You'll tell me if you're having other symptoms though right? There are still things that could go wrong and I don't want to be surprised by you feinting or having a seizure."

He smiled at the concern in her voice. "I'm fine and I promise I'll tell you if anything new starts to happen. This feels just like it did at the hospital so I'm sure it's no big deal. I think since I've had a nap I'm going to go watch the game for a little while. Do you want to join me?"

"No, I have some writing I have to do so I'm going to set up my laptop at the table and work for a while if you don't mind." She smiles at him and looks away, once again appearing almost shy. He doesn't know what to make of it and so the moment slips into a state of awkwardness.

"That's fine, good really…good that you'll get some work done." He thinks he sounds like and idiot and hopes it's the head injury that has rendered him stupid in her presence. She turns to the table and begins to fuss with her laptop and he takes a pain pill before retiring to the living room. He sits on the end of the sofa so he can see her while he watches the game.

She has her head tipped to the side in thought and her hand absentmindedly pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. She's pulled it back into a pony tail and the long column of her neck lays bare like an invitation to him. He wants to walk up behind her chair and taste the soft spot at the curve of her shoulder. He wants to know…

"…what it feels like to be inside her. That's what we want to know big guy. Get with the game plan."

He pulls the blanket over his lap to hide his arousal and turns back to the game. He needs to concentrate on something other than her. It isn't long before the pill takes a hold of him and he falls to sleep.

He dreams of her. He dreams of her mouth on him, of her fingers fluttering as her hand strokes over him. He dreams of pulling her beneath him and how they would both sound when he finally thrusts inside of her. He dreams of how she would taste when she kisses him and how her body would feel wrapped around him. In his sleep he takes his time to explore the endless landscape of her luminous skin. In his sleep he whispers words of encouragement and need as she touches him. His dream is intense, vivid, visceral. She cries out his name as her body fists around him and he calls out to her when he empties inside of her in response. In his dream they sleep.

On his sofa he has been anything but quiet.

Tbc…

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