A/N Hello! Welcome back! Thanks for still taking an interest in 'Letters from Maluku', I really appreciate the support!
In response to many PMs that I haven't had the chance to reply to yet – YES, I am still working on the sequel to CYSHAB! I don't want to post any chapters until I get the first handful well underway, and the groundwork done for the direction of the tale…So, that is why I'm giving you these little tidbits and one shots…to keep you entertained in the interim.
Someone asked me if I accepted prompts, since I posted 'I Never Realized' last week. I generally don't, because my mind is always racing with its own prompts. That said, I took that one and ran with it because it spoke to me. If you have something in mind that you think I'd like, or a prompt to which you think my writing style would lend itself well, let me know and I will add it to my possibilities, but I don't want to make any promises, because I don't know when/if I will ever get to it… But I will certainly take any suggestions under advisement.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Bones. Fox & HH & all the other people involved with the show own it… But I, unfortunately, haven't been invited to join that club, so I sit and type up little ditties for you fine folks. Thank you for enjoying them!
Brennan entered her office after spending most of her day in Limbo identifying ancient remains, only to find her partner sitting on her couch, hunched over his laptop as it rested on her coffee table, perfecting his hunt-n-peck two-finger-typing method. Raising her eyebrow at his presence, she approached quietly. She noted the scattering of files surrounding him, on the floor and filling the cushions of the sofa in what she had long ago termed as Boothy-organization. It was a filing system that he, and he alone, understood when they worked on a case. She had often times tried to give him advice on using accordion files or binders to better sort his notes while he transcribed things into the computer systems, but time and again, he would refuse, insisting that his method was perfectly fine. 'Organized Chaos' is what he called it as he defended his own techniques of order, all the while grinning at her and sending winks in her direction. She always smiled, knowing that his haphazard ways helped define who he was, and after 8 years of working at his side, and now sharing his personal life as well, she wouldn't have him any other way. He was good at his job, the top in his field, just as she was, and if this method worked for him, why should she try to change it?
"Booth?" She asked quietly as she approached from just behind the couch, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, babe," he stopped what he was working on immediately and stood to greet her with a quick kiss on the lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "They're doing some remodeling in the bullpen and I just couldn't stand all the noise and dust over there anymore. Even when I closed my door, it didn't help. So, I told Cullen if he needed me, he'd have to call me because I was making my office 'mobile' today." He smiled as he leaned in for another kiss, this one a little softer and a little more lingering as she wrapped her fingers around the nape of his neck and held him near.
"Mmm…" She hummed against his lips before he pulled back again, and then met his smile with one of her own. "It's nice to see you, Booth. I didn't think I'd see you until tonight; I knew you would be backed up with your paperwork today." She ran her fingers against the collar of his shirt and settled them at the knot of his tie, unnecessarily straightening the already-perfectly-shaped triangle. "What time did you get here?" She glanced at her watch and saw that it was nearly 1:30.
"Ahh… about 9:45 or so, I guess." He shrugged as he tried to remember what time he actually arrived at the lab after giving up over in the Hoover.
"Why didn't you come down at get me, Booth? Have you eaten?" She was shocked that he had been there for nearly 4 hours and didn't come looking for her.
"I didn't want to bother you." He shrugged slightly, "Finn said you were in Limbo and I knew that the back-to-back cases we just wrapped up interfered with the ancient remains waiting to be identified. So, I just brought what I needed and made myself comfortable in here. I didn't realize what time it was… wow, time flies when you're having fun." He smiled as he unwrapped his arms from around her body, remembering that they were at work. Despite the occasional slip-up, they tried to keep their intimacy out of the work place. He did drop his hand to hers and tugged her with him towards the couch, pushing an errant pile out of the way to make room for her to sit.
Once she was settled next to him, she couldn't help but reach for a messy stack of papers on the coffee table and attempt to straighten them. He grinned at her innate need for orderliness and he reached for her hand, gently pulling it back and pushing her back against the back of the sofa. "Did you eat lunch, Bones?" He met her eyes, knowing the answer already, but wanted her to answer his question.
Feeling the blush spread across her cheeks, she dropped her eyes to the computer on the table and focused on nothing particular. "No." She answered quietly, knowing that just that morning, she had promised Booth that she wouldn't let herself skip lunch, just because he wasn't going to be able to come to the lab and drag her to the diner for sustenance.
When she raised her eyes to meet his, she saw the amused smirk he wore as he shook his head slowly. "And I don't suppose you took a break this morning and had some giant breakfast to make up for the fact that you weren't going to stop for lunch…?"
She slowly shook her head guiltily, reminding him of a child. "No. I didn't…" She cocked her head a little and looked at him, "but I'm not hungry, Booth. When I get busy with my work, I don't feel hunger, I don't think about stopping. You know that…"
"Yeah, I do. That's why I was only giving you until 2:00 before coming to look for you, so we could go eat." He smiled, wide and toothy, as he saved the document on which he'd been working. "Get your jacket baby, let's take a break." He glanced at her from the corner of his eye as she pouted slightly.
"Booth. I am a grown woman. I don't need to be coddled, nor do I need you to tell me when I'm hungry and when I'm not…" As if in direct response to, and retaliation against, her argument, her stomach growled loudly, drawing a chesty chuckle from her mate.
"Yeah, I know, Bones. I know…" He shut his laptop and placed a couple of paperweights upon his various stacks as he moved to stand from his seat. "And I'll bet you just came up from Limbo to break for lunch now, didn't you? You were gunna head to the diner anyway, right? That's why you have that stack of files you just carried in here…" He smiled, knowing that she would have continued to work, disregarding the angry grumbles erupting from her gut for the remainder of the afternoon.
"Maybe…" she raised her chin defiantly as she once again felt the crimson spread from cheek to cheek, crossing the bridge of her nose. "Maybe I was going to go meet someone for lunch. Ever think of that?" She stifled a smile as she toyed with him. "Maybe I had a date, since you were supposed to be otherwise occupied today…"
"Ahh… A date, hmmm?" He laughed as he pulled her up to her feet, physically turning her around so he could remove her lab coat. Once he lowered her blue Jeffersonian uniform jacket from her shoulders, he pressed in against her back, holding her arms straight down to her sides. "And, uh, who might this date have been with?" He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "Hmm?"
"My other boyfriend… the cute one…" she smiled and tilted her head so he could access more of her neck, disregarding their rule, which progressively got broken more and more often, the longer they dated. "Hmm…" She let her eyes close as he released her wrists and moved his hands to her hips, pulling her gently back against his chest, the curve of her soft ass pressing against his responsive crotch.
"Oh, that cute one, huh?" He smiled against her skin as she nodded absently. He loved that he was permitted to see, and be on the receiving end of Brennan's playful side; something not many people were privileged enough to see, and for that, he was thankful. Many people still saw her as a cold, uncaring individual…But those who knew her, knew that she was one of the warmest people in the world.
"Mmm hmm…" she smiled through her sing-song tone. "Not only is he cute, but he entertains me as well…Physically and mentally… He's quite a 'catch', I believe is the terminology that Angela would use…" She stifled a grin as she leant into his kiss and wiggled her ass playfully against his body.
"Yeah…" Booth huffed, "sounds like a pussy to me…" He wrapped his hands completely around her, resting his hands flat against her stomach. "You deserve more than 'cute and entertaining,' baby…" His mouth moved and he started nibbling on the other side of her porcelain-like neck. "You deserve more…"
"Oh yeah? And precisely what would you suggest, Agent Booth? Or perhaps the better question is who would you suggest?" She purred as she felt his fingertips worm their ways in between the buttons of her blouse, stroking the smooth skin of her abdomen.
"You deserve someone who will shatter your world, Bones…" His warm mouth moved up to her ear as his careful eyes darted around, watching for anyone who might approach her office and interrupt their moment. His heated breath caused shivers to rake the length of Brennan's body and she fought to control her own breathing.
With a cocky smile against her temple, his baritone words rumbled, speaking directly to her very core. "Let me take you back to my place for lunch…and I'll give you a little demonstration of someone worthy of your affections, Dr. Brennan…Someone with more than 'cute and entertaining' to offer to you…" He growled in desire as he observed from over her shoulder, that when she arched her back slightly, pressing her bottom further into his hardening erection, her inviting breasts pushed out against her thin green blouse, the flimsy bra beneath barely restraining her budding nipples.
Turning in his arms, she splayed her hands across his crisply pressed pale blue dress shirt. Inhaling sharply, her senses were assaulted by his clean scent – her favorite cologne that he splashed on that morning following his shower, the still-fresh remnants of menthol and eucalyptus left behind by his C. O. Bigelow shaving cream, the inviting minty-ness of the melt-away mint he'd eaten, an effort to stave off his hunger, while working. She raised her darkened blue eyes to his molten chocolates as he watched her, and she stretched up to capture his lips, wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders completely.
"Take me home, Booth… Take me home and take me to bed…" She spoke into his mouth as she nipped his lower lip and drug her fingertips through the short hairs at his neck.
He wasted no time in contemplating her request; why tempt fate when it came to the possibility of them being interrupted? He moved quickly, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door.
"Wait, Booth! I have to get my bag…and my jacket…" Brennan reached for the coat rack as he pulled her past it, laughing teasingly at his eagerness. Swiping her trench and messenger bag, Brennan let herself be tugged along slightly behind the strong build of her partner as she smiled at the thick tension she could see in his neck.
"Oh, Dr. Brennan? Booth?" Cam called to them from across the lab, "can I have a quick word?" She trotted after the retreating pair and continued to call to them. "Booth…? Dr. Brennan…?" She slowed to a stop when she saw Booth raise his hand and waive over his shoulder without even pausing to hear what she had to say. I know that look, she thought with a smirk, Dr. Brennan's in for a nice afternoon… She turned back towards her office and walked casually through her door and continued the autopsy on which she'd been working before trying to catch the partners.
B/B/B/B
Arriving at his apartment building, Booth crowded Brennan into the elevator, pinning her body between his and the back wall. He dipped his head and started sucking on her neck as she tilted her head aside for easier access. Placing open-mouthed kisses along the side column from her ear to her shoulder, he smiled when he heard her moan in approval of his attention. When the elevator bell announced the arrival at his floor, she pushed him backwards through the open door, but he never let go of her creamy skin, chuckling as they moved as one. Finally reaching his door, he let go and grinned down at her, his cocky grin spreading wide across his face as he admired the faint mark he'd left near the crook of her shoulder. "Bet your 'cute' boyfriend wouldn't have done that…wouldn't have had the balls…" He waggled his eyebrows and ushered her into his apartment, grabbing her waist from behind as he kicked the door shut.
Wasting no time, he bucked his hips against her ass, making sure she knew that he was more than ready for their 'afternoon delight', and his fingers deftly popped open the button on her pants, immediately followed by lowering the zipper and thrusting his large hand into her now-open slacks. Rubbing his calloused finger pads against her satin panties, he could tell that she, too, was more than a little worked up from their impromptu make-out session in the elevator. "Mmm… So wet already, baby? So ready for me, huh?"
The low rumble of his baritone voice sent shivers straight from her ears to her clit, as it peaked with interest and anticipation. "Mm-hmm…Always for you, Booth…" Her reply was breathy and full of want as she grabbed his forearm, holding it against her torso while she ground against his thick fingers. With her other hand, she started to undo the buttons of her blouse, anxious to let Booth have full access to her body.
Seeing what she was up to, Booth temporarily removed his hand from the soft surface of her panties, grinning at her growl of disapproval at the loss of contact, and he pushed her clothes to the floor, holding her body steady as she toed out of her shoes to step out of her pant legs. Turning her around to face him, he palmed the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. They had been together long enough that she understood what he wanted, but she wanted to shirk him of this suit first; if she was going to be wrapped around him, she wanted the offending material out of the way – she wanted to feel his skin against hers. Her hands dropped to his Cocky belt buckle, opening it deftly as she fiercely yanked on his zipper and popped the button completely off the pants.
As soon as she successfully shoved his trousers from his hips and stripped him of his blue shirt and white undershirt, he pulled her against his body once again, his fingers digging into the soft flash of her hips as he devoured her mouth like a starving man eating his last meal. They swallowed each other's moans as all four hands traversed now-familiar body parts. After Booth managed to get his lover's legs wrapped around his waist, he finally moved away from the foyer, walking towards the back of the apartment, to 'their' bed, as he considered it.
Separated by only their respective underwear, Brennan ground her heated core against his very generous erection as it strained against the material of his plaid boxers. When they managed to make it into his bedroom, Booth moved to the foot of the bed and lowered her, albeit with slight reluctance, separating their bodies momentarily. Letting her stand on her own for a few moments, Booth hooked his fingers into her lace and satin panties and pulled them from her body, worshipping her perfection as he moved. He let his rough fingertips trace the silky skin along her arms, her sides, her thighs, her breasts… He teased her body, knowing what she liked and what she didn't, what drove her crazy and what would push her to the edge. As his tongue made its way across her shoulders and neck, he meandered up to seize her lips as his own once more. She kissed him with enthusiasm, relishing in the familiarity of his taste as she tugged and nipped his sensually strong lips. Wrapping her arms completely around his perfectly symmetrical shoulders, she pressed her body fully against his, contouring her curves to his strength. Booth wrapped one arm around her small waist, pulling her near while his free hand traveled to find her eagerly waiting breast, teasing her pink nipple into a diamond point. He slowly lowered her backwards, pressing her into the mattress as he covered her much smaller body with his strong frame.
Temperance Brennan was not, by any means, a small woman. However, when compared to her partner, she was definitely feminine and always felt as such. She felt loved, adored, fragile…precious… She relished the feelings Booth evoked in her – both physically and emotionally. There was a time that he asked her to put her brain in neutral and pop her heart into overdrive. For a long time, she didn't understand what he meant by that phrase… In fact, she didn't understand until she finally allowed herself to love her partner fully – that's when she comprehended (at last!) what he'd been trying to teach her long ago. And in that moment, as she was pinned to the bed by her handsome and sexy partner, she once again let her mind rest and she simply felt all the love he was showering down on her.
She raked her fingers up and down his back, feeling the ripples of his defined back muscles playing beneath his olive skin as he suspended his body above hers. His forearms were pressed against her sides, his elbows digging into the bed near her hips, as he hovered. His wide hands kneaded the swells of her breasts as his tongue shared equal attention between her pretty pale nipples. Brennan smiled when he moaned in appreciation of her ministrations as the pads of her fingers moved skillfully along the muscled structure of his back.
Barely able to restrain himself, Booth pushed up from her body, putting a bit of air between their bodies. He maneuvered so he was no longer straddling her thighs, but instead, kneeling between her legs, which parted for him without hesitation. He gripped her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers and leant forward, pulling her arms above her head as he came nose to nose with his breathtaking lover. With the precision that comes only with practice, his alert cock lined up perfectly with her heated core, and he groaned when his swollen head brushed against her slick folds.
Never able to get enough of her eyes, he spoke softly to her, "Baby, open your eyes…Let me see you…"
She did as he asked immediately, meeting his molten chocolates as he rocked his hips gently, pressing into her body in a smooth, well-rehearsed but still-mind-blowingly-new motion. She fought against her natural instinct roll her eyes back into her sockets and let her eye lids flutter closed; she knew that Booth often liked to maintain eye contact for as long as possible while making love. She could see her love for him reflected in his own depths; through his careful movements, she could feel the devotion he'd always promised her; she could hear his raw honesty as he openly admired her, thanked her and verbally worshipped her as he moved within her snug walls.
Setting a slow pace, Booth rocked into her deeply before pulling out completely and doing it all over again. "I intended for a quickie, Bones, so we could get back to work in time," he grinned as he released her hands and brought his to her face, never losing his rhythm. "But I can't help myself, Baby…" He lowered his lips to her throat and placed open mouthed kisses up to her ear, tangling his fingers in her loose curls. "I think we're gunna be late getting back from our lunch break…" He tugged her lobe into the warmth of his mouth. "I need this, Bones… I need this slow… and...deep," he punctuated his words with his movements, "I want you to know how much I love you… You're better than a quickie, babe…you're so much more…"
She felt herself blush through her breathlessness. For all of Booth's toughness, for his alpha-tendencies and over-protectiveness, he was always incredibly careful with her in bed, gentle and loving. He often spoke of his undying love for her; he made love to her with his words as much as he did with his body. All the things he wanted to say for 8 years, but was denied the permission to do so, he spilled when they were alone…He made promises of love – years of love filled with happiness and devotion – and although she never thought she would enjoy that with a man, she found herself falling under Booth's magic spells more and more often.
As he increased the suction on her neck, he also quickened his tempo and pressure, soon pounding into her with a vigor that made her cry for more. Brennan met him, thrust for thrust, meeting him half-way, just as in everything else they did in life. Pulling his lips from her throat, where, she was certain, he'd marked her prominently, he moved back up to her ear, breathing heavily as he spoke again.
"C'mon, Baby…. I know you're close, I can feel it. Cum for me, Bones." He gently bit the outer shell of her ear, "I'm so close, Bones…so close…. But I won't let go until you do…Let go for me, I'll catch you….Baby, I've got you…I'll follow you…"
Her orgasm hit her with such force that all but her feet and shoulders came off the bed, arching into his body. She clawed at his messy, spiky hair as she chanted his name like a mantra. Writhing beneath his body, Brennan rode out her waves of pleasure as he still moved inside her core. As she started to settle down from the most intense portion of her explosion, Booth shifted, hiking one of her legs over his shoulder as he pressed into her deeper and deeper, his dick growing steadily harder as her pussy milked him with its unique massage.
As his movements lost their finesse, she felt him spiraling out of control and his eruption triggered her second orgasm of the afternoon, so soon after the first that she saw bursts of light flashing before her eyes. It wasn't until he responded to this description that she realized she'd spoken it aloud.
"Stars, babe…. You." Kiss. "Saw." Kiss. "Stars." Deep kiss… Pulling a chesty moan from her lungs, Booth smiled into the kiss, happy, as always, that he could do that to her.
When Booth felt himself slip from the warmth of her sheath, he rolled to the side, taking her with him, tucking her into his side snuggly. "Whaddya say we take the rest of the afternoon off, Bones? The work will be there tomorrow…" He smiled into her soft hair when he felt her weight sink into him, knowing he had satisfied her completely.
She stretched her arm across his stomach and grabbed hold of his waist as she fitted her curves against him tighter. "We could get an early start tomorrow to make up for the lost time…" Her voice was wispy and playful.
"Yeah, or we could just chalk up all those late nights we worked when no one else did, and take today as compensation… that way we can still sleep tomorrow without having to wake up at the ass-crack of dawn…" He dropped a kiss on her head then reached down to pull the lightweight blanket up to cover their cooling bodies. "I love you, Bones…" he smiled against her temple and met her eyes when she looked up at him.
"I love you, too. You know that, right?" She didn't tell him as often as he told her, but that didn't mean she loved him less. They'd had this discussion hundreds of times by now, and though he always said he knew, Brennan still worried that he would someday doubt the depth of her feelings for him.
"I know you do, Bones. I know…" He tucked down into the blanket and turned to face her, wrapping his other arm around her pale body, essentially pulling her into a Boothy-cocoon.
After a short nap to recover their strength, Brennan woke to Booth's eyes watching her as he smiled.
"Don't stare at me while I sleep, Booth… I told you that before…" she mocked a sarcastic tone, but secretly delighted in the fact that she pleased him visually.
"You didn't even know… Had I not shifted my weight a little bit, you'd still be sleeping and I'd still be watching…" He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, which she readily gave to him. Weaving his fingers through her bed-mussed hair, he looked down at her again. "So, what do you think we should do with the rest of our afternoon, since we're playing hooky?"
She smiled, knowing at least one thing she wanted to do for him. She shrugged, a little shy, "do you want your next letter?" She wasn't with him when he'd read the second one; she had left it for him in her office to read while she worked, and she wondered if he preferred reading them alone rather than with her, now that he'd experienced the letters both ways. He didn't mention it when he read the third edition of her correspondence, but in the back of her mind, she wondered what he preferred…
"Hell yeah! Do you have 'em with you?" When she nodded, he chuckled, "Do you carry them everywhere, Bones?"
"No, just a few at a time…" She kissed his chest and pulled away, "I'll be right back." She slid from the bed and padded out through the living room to find her discarded bag laying where she dropped it, just inside the front door. Taking a quick inventory of the scattered clothes, she saw a few buttons lying abandoned on the hard wood floors and smiled as she made her way back into the bedroom to rejoin her mate in bed.
When she reentered the room, she saw that Booth had moved to actually lie beneath the bedspread rather than just the lightweight throw blanket. The dark blue spread covered him from his waist down and rested his head on one arm that was looped under, like a pillow. She admired his smooth chest as she circled to her side of the bed and crawled beneath the covers, pressing her naked body against his, enjoying that they were comfortable enough to not dress as soon as their loving was over. Brennan smiled as he dislodged his arm from his head and wrapped it around her tightly.
"Here you go." She rested the envelope on his chest and dropped a gentle kiss on his pec. "You still want me here?" She was careful, not sure what his answer would be.
"Of course I do, Bones. While I loved that you left me a letter at your office the week before last, I missed having you near me when I read it." Booth saw her face light up, despite her best efforts to hide her happiness, and he knew he'd given her the answer she was looking for. "Here, you hold the envelope and I'll pull out the letter, since my right arm is otherwise preoccupied…" He grinned as he slid the letter from its confines and opened it to read her thoughts.
Dear Booth,
I know it's been several days since I last wrote, but I have been exceedingly busy. Today is Day 12 since I last saw you.
The dig has produced several onyx beads and countless pieces of silver. These items would have been used as currency as well as indicative signs of high status for the owner or owners; therefore it's been quite interesting in uncovering these relics. The team is working on dating them, but it is hypothesized, an 'educated guess' they tell me, that they will date to approximately the year 200 BC. While I do not subscribe to making guesses in any field of work, I have not made the assumption; I am merely sharing the information with you as I've been told. I do not want you to think that I would come to a conclusion that is unsubstantiated by evidence.
So, how are you, Booth? Are you successful in your training missions? I am sure you are; you are an excellent soldier, and an equally skilled educator. The young men and women under your charge are lucky to have you.
The courier will be here tomorrow to collect the post and I have these letters for you, and two for Parker. I have explained to Parker about the trees and flowers and birds that I have seen so far. Do not worry, I have not yet started to disillusion your son as to the soon-to-change history of mankind in which we are hoping to soon play a part of altering. I will leave that until the three of us are sitting at the diner upon both of our returns, and I will then proceed to explain to Parker, the reasons for my time away.
I found a snake in my tent. It was a non-venomous tree snake. He was quite harmless (I call it a 'he', though it very well might have been a female…I didn't take the time to sex the reptile, so I give it the generic pronoun of 'he'). But nevertheless, I was alarmed at seeing him in one of my milk crates by my cot. I have a snake hook and used it to remove the intruder from my quarters. One of our local guides, Mal-uk, advised me that it has long been considered good luck to cohabitate with a green tree snake, and he seemed surprised that I did not wish to have the snake returned to my tent. I tried to explain to him that I no more subscribed to such superstitious myths as believing in good-luck-snakes as I do in agreeing with your belief in a God who supposedly created the earth in seven days. I must tell you, Booth, he too had a hard time believing in such a higher power as the character from your book…Though I did try, to the best of my abilities, to explain the foundations of your religion, and he seemed to like the parts about loving your neighbor and taking one day to rest from work. Mal-uk then proceeded to invite me to his village for a meal with his extended family, indicating that I would be his personal guest. I politely turned down his offer, because I fear he may take the 'love thy neighbor' to a different level than I am comfortable with… I think there may be something lost in translation, as his English is very broken and my Malay is far from perfect, though I am improving every day. The local population does have access to attend various religious services, given the amount of outside influence across the Islands. Mal-uk's community, however, has preserved their ancestral beliefs and do not take part in exploring other rituals. They seem quite content in their stagnant, yet deep-rooted history.
Daisy has, thankfully, latched on to some younger interns and has been mercifully leaving me alone lately. We work side by side, just as we do at the lab, and that is acceptable. But for several days after we arrived, she spent evenings in my tent from the time we completed dinner to the time I would finally kick her out, sending her back to her own tent to sleep. I need my space, and she didn't seem to understand my hints. I am glad, however, that she finally found someone more appropriate with whom to spend her free time. This allows me to not only write to you, but to write in my journal and to catch up on some research papers that I am writing, in hopes to get them published in a future edition of Scientific Journal Monthly. I will tell you about those articles at a future date, as I do not have the energy required to explain the topics in this letter.
I find that I am quite tired, but sometimes have difficulty sleeping. The sun beating down on us all day during our digs certainly causes a form of exhaustion, and the physical efforts required for my duties also plays a part in my fatigue, I am sure. But it seems that when I lie down to sleep, I am suddenly wide awake once again. My cot is comfortable enough…I have an additional memory foam pad upon it. The temperature inside my tent is quite acceptable. I have no explanation for my restlessness, and no real reason to mention it in this letter, but I just thought I would let you know. Not that you could do anything about it… Not that you would even care, for that sake. But it is what it is.
So, I am going to wrap up this letter and prepare the others to be mailed tomorrow. I think of you often, Booth. Every day. I hope you are well. I hope you are safe. Do I sound too needy if I tell you that I miss you more than I thought possible? Now that I've written it, the question is null and void, but nonetheless, I do not wish to sound needy… I simply want you to know that you are missed. Tremendously.
Always,
Bones
PS It is 10:45pm local time and I can hear Daisy squealing from across the camp. Seems she and her new friends tried some of the locally distilled liquor. They call it Bangyan-an. It's made from the inflorescence of the sugar palm combined with hops-like barley. Smells vile and I have, thus far, refused to partake in its samplings. Good night, Booth. Sleep well. ~your Bones :) (Is it appropriate to use the :) symbol when handwriting a letter or should I just draw a happy face? Not sure if texting etiquette is acceptable here…)
Booth smiled as he read her insecurities in that last line. "Yes, Bones, it's fine to use whatever symbols you want when you're writing… It's your letter, so it's your call."
"I didn't want to seem stupid if I used it incorrectly." She shrugged and met his smile warmly, reaching up with her fingertip and tracing his jawline tenderly. "So…that's what I wanted to do with our afternoon of hooky… What do you want to do, Booth?"
In a single movement, he pressed Brennan onto her back and covered her body with his. Nuzzling into her neck, he let the musical sounds of her laughter ring in his ears for a few moments. "I can think of somethin' I wanna do, Bones…And we don't even need to get out of bed for it…"
Allowing his mouth a several additional minutes to pay tribute to her throat, Brennan moaned in agreement of his apparent plan. She gathered her momentum and flipped them over just as quickly as he had done to her. "That sounds acceptable, Agent Booth, but this time… I'm on top."
Chuckling darkly he fisted her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Mumbling against her lips, he smiled, "now, isn't this better than lunch with your other boyfriend, Bones?"
"I'll let you know after our next course, Booth… But the odds are looking in your favor at the moment." She moved her mouth along his slightly stubbly jaw, over his bulging Adams Apple and finally down to the hollow of his throat, where she spent some time returning the attention he'd given to her, pressing the flat of her tongue against his racing pulse. "I can tell you," she spoke against his scarred skin, "this is probably the best lunch break I've ever had…" She smiled as continued her taste-testing journey down his chest. "Now just relax, Booth, and let me take care of you…"
And take care of him, she did. But he did anything but relax…for the rest of the afternoon, neither partner actually relaxed, but they certainly enjoyed their impromptu day off from work.
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OK, Ladies, who wouldn't like to play hooky with Booth? And the few gentlemen who might be reading this… what about you? Are you going to deny the enticing thoughts that develop in your brain at the idea of spending the afternoon with Brennan in bed? LOL I thought not…
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Peace & love always, my friends,
~jazzy
