EVE

To her utter shock, he took a step backward, dropping his hands to his sides. The absence of his touch, his taste, was like a blow to the chest. Every cell in her body strained forward as she looked searchingly at him. Breathing heavily, he was staring at her with burning eyes. He angled his head questioningly, and suddenly, everything made sense. She had to make the final decision, had to choose what she wanted. Had to tell him what she wanted. He couldn't - wouldn't decide for her.

He looked at her, waiting, his heart racing. He prayed he hadn't been wrong, that what he'd seen in her face hadn't just been wishful thinking on his part. If she turned from him now, he wasn't sure he'd survive. His need for her had become so outrageous, he couldn't clear his head. She was the only one who could push him to this point. Now or ever.

Her gaze dropped to the floor for the shortest of moments, and then she raised her head, her eyes glittering like gems in the dim light. Giving her emotions free rein, she stepped forward, standing body to body with him. He searched her face, and instantly had his answer. His lips parted on a sharp breath; his eyes went razor-sharp. In the next heartbeat he was on her, pouncing like predator to prey. Circling her waist with one arm, he lifted her off the floor. Whirling around, he took two long steps and she was against the wall, pinned by his hard body. His free hand was racing up and down her side, igniting a firestorm of feelings within her. They looked at each other for several long, long seconds, eye to eye, mouth to mouth – then his fingers twined in her hair, tipping her head back, and his mouth descended on hers in a brutal, open-mouthed kiss; lips slanting, tongue tasting, taking. He shoved his knee between her legs, eagerly swallowing her gasps as he bucked his hips, pressing center to center.

His crazed desperation made his movements clumsy, rough – and awakened the animal inside her. She moaned desperately, frantic to feel more, taste more. Locking her fingers in the front of his shirt, she dragged at the edges until they gave, buttons bouncing merrily along the floor. Purring in satisfaction, she ran her hands over his skin, delighting in the feel of the hard muscles just underneath. He was still pushing upward, grinding erotically against her. She had a sudden, ferocious desire to feel him against her; gripping the hem of her shirt, she broke the kiss and whipped the fabric up and over her head. His eyes flashed, lowered; hungrily taking in the black lace and pale skin. His head dropped, and she groaned as he buried his face against her soft curves. Groaned again, louder, when his tongue dipped under the lace to taste.

"Oh, god, Booth…" She slid her hands through his hair, pulling his head even tighter to her. Hard tremors racked him, and she realized that he was as aroused as she was – his need was just as intense. Reveling in his strength – her feet had not yet touched the floor – she wrapped a long leg around his waist, pulling him even closer, opening herself more fully to him. She yanked at his shirt until, with a last tear, he was free of it, and flung it to the floor. Her nails dug into his naked back, raking across his powerful shoulders. "More…"

Her words and actions were rapidly driving him insane. "I've been wanting to do this all day – goddamn, you smell so good, you taste so good." Flicking open the clasp of her bra, he nudged the material down with his lips, and fastened his mouth on her nipple. She cried out at the hot, wet sensation, convulsing against him, back bowing, and what small amount of control he had left crumbled. On a desperate curse, he spun them about, heading for the bedroom, her long limbs wrapping around him. Suddenly he felt something grab his foot and they were flying, soaring through the air. Instinctively, he twisted, trying to protect her from the impact. His back hit the floor hard, and the breath was driven from him. He gasped, trying to recover, to see if she was hurt. "Temperance…are you okay?" She was squirming, wiggling against him, and he felt the urgency rising again, quickly. "Temperance…"

She brought her lips to the soft flesh of his neck. "I'm fine." When she felt him try to lift her, to get up, she pushed back, hard, and grabbed his hair. "Don't." She clung to him like a burr, resisting his efforts to set her away from him.

"Temperance, you…the bedroom…" She forcefully seized his mouth with hers, her tongue dueling with his, and he felt all intelligent thought fade away.

"No." She bit his lip, returning the favor, and her hand slid down to cup the bulge beneath the fabric of his trousers. She smiled, thrilling at his helpless groan, at the automatic jerk of his hips. "Here."

His hands gripped her waist, and without warning he flipped her, rolling over and over until they were on the soft rug in the center of the room. Panting, he looked down at her, desire screaming through him at the erotic vision of her beauty, the sight of her lost in her desire. "Here, then." His head dropped to her heaving chest, his mouth assaulting one nipple, then the other. His hands streaked down her body, roughly pushing the rest of her clothes down and off. He gripped her waist, and then his hands slid further down, arrowing to her center.

He touched her, and the shock overwhelmed her - she stared blindly up at him, moving reflexively against his hand. "Seeley…Seeley…" She thrashed violently beneath him, drawing a groan from him at the evidence of her abandon.

She was so responsive, so open, he almost lost it then and there. "Everything about you is so hot, baby…oh, Jesus…" His long fingers teased her, brushing lightly against her, then pressing deep. He watched her with a ravenous expression as he played with her, tested her. One stroke, then another. Then one more…

Shattering into a million pieces, she arched into his hand, a desperate curse bursting from her lips. Spots danced in front of her eyes, and she couldn't breathe. As her mind slowly cleared, she grabbed for him, needing him close. But the insatiable hunger on his face stopped her, held her captive – and from the look in his eyes she could see he had other plans. To have his laser-like focus on her was devastatingly seductive.

He slid down her body, kissing her soft skin until it was flushed with passion. His jaw clenched as he reached his goal. "You're gonna want to hold on." His dark eyes flicked to her, then back down, and he nuzzled gently at her. Her eyes flashed wide, her mouth open, gasping for air. Strange sounds came from her, and it suddenly struck him that she was begging. The sound of her breathless pleas provoked a fury within him, and he ruthlessly put his mouth on her, ripping wild cries from her with a searing kiss. He tasted, tormented, teased inexorably until she was whimpering, begging.

She clawed at him like a wild creature, driven to the breaking point, incapable of rational thought. Her blood was boiling, her breath coming in ragged sobs. "I can't. I can't…"

He smiled, looping an arm around her thigh. "Yes, you can." And used his teeth.

Her knuckles rapped hard against the floor as she was torn in half by the earth-shattering orgasm cutting through her. She arched helplessly, her back bending, every muscle locked. Beyond the explosions in her head, she heard a scream fill the room, and dimly realized it was hers.

He watched her as if in a trance, every muscle in his body quivering, trembling at the sight of her ecstasy. This was better, so much better than anything he'd ever imagined. So much more. And he'd imagined a lot. When the storm finally passed, he placed a hot kiss on her thigh and pulled himself back up to her. Her head was back, eyes closed. A single tear glistened on her lashes. Lowering himself to her, he brushed his lips against the wetness. "Temperance."

She opened her eyes as he settled on top of her. A hungry, almost feline light entered her eyes as she realized that somewhere along the way, he'd rid himself of his pants, and her delicate fingers immediately wrapped around him, stopping him in his tracks. A hoarse gasp burst from his lips, and his head dropped to her neck, every muscle tensed at the heady sensation of her hands on him. Stroking his hardness, caressing, gently squeezing, she knew she literally had him in the palm of her hand. She smiled dangerously, knowing she was controlling him as completely as he'd controlled her. "Seeley." When he didn't answer, but simply shuddered against her, she squeezed more tightly, drawing a hiss from him. "Look at me." When he raised his head, the look in his eyes made her stomach clench in anticipation. She released her grip, wrapping her arms around his torso. "This is what I wanted." Her smile widened as raging lust distorted his handsome features. The waiting was over.

With one swift lunge, he embedded himself completely within her, and their simultaneous gasps of pleasure filled the room. He set a punishing pace, demanding everything of her. She was swallowed up by his ferocity, his hunger, and swept along by his all-consuming need. He was on top of her, in her, surrounding her - he dominated her every sense. Reason and intelligence fled, leaving only the animalistic. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she frantically urged him on. "Faster…harder…god, Seeley, yes…"

Without warning, the last vestige of his sanity dropped away, leaving only the savage. Snarling, his hands braced on either side of her head, he thrust brutally into her. She was cursing, bucking, and those legs, those goddamn legs of hers were tightening at his waist with every thrust, pulling him in, driving him insane. He needed more. He had to have more. He wanted everything. His teeth nipped firmly at her throat, and pulled another, louder groan from her. She turned her head and their lips collided, tongues fighting madly for dominance. Her eyes gleamed in the darkness, the elemental hunger and desperation plainly evident on her face. Deep inside, she was clenching, gripping him tightly. Muscles bunching, hips plunging, he drove into her over and over, the ancient drive to mate now controlling both of them. He heard her cry out again, and suddenly she stiffened, nails digging deep, her convulsions pulling him even closer. Her legs were like iron bands around him, and he felt it coming, tried to hold out, but was unable to fight the inevitable. "Oh, fuck, fucking Christ…"With a loud moan he surrendered to the razor-tipped orgasm that blasted through him, shredding every inch of his body, leaving him drained, empty. Hazily thinking that he would crush her, he rolled weakly to one side, pulling her against him.

She sprawled atop him, boneless. Her head lolled against his chest, eyes closed. She was vaguely aware of his galloping heartbeat, and in a daze she listened as it began to slow. His arms were lazily looped around her, and she smiled contentedly. Suddenly a tremendous thirst came over her, and she opened her eyes, eventually spotting a water bottle on an end table. She began to lift herself, muscles trembling from the effort. Quickly, his arms tightened, causing her to collapse back onto him. She turned her head to find him eyeing her possessively.

"Don't go too far, Temperance." Sliding one hand low, he caressed her intimately, smiling at her involuntary tremor. "I'm not done with you yet."

I think I need a cigarette.

Apology accepted?