Day Three

The clock read one-thirty in the morning when the door to her apartment banged open, then slammed shut again, as the two bodies slammed back against it. He tore his mouth from hers long enough to look at the door, focus, and lock the various locks, bolts and chains, before she dragged his head back down to hers, her mouth seeking his hungrily. He backed away from the door, removing his hands long enough from where he'd been grasping her hips, pulling his own jacket off as she broke off long enough to cast aside her bag and shrug her own jacket off. Grabbing his wrist with her hand, she pulled him away from the door, and he followed, then decided she wasn't going fast enough.

He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and pushed past the door that had always before been closed to him. It bounced off something solid at the force of his push, and she laughed. "I didn't like that wall, anyway," she said, as he tossed her into the middle of the bed, and eyed her hungrily. She knelt up on the bed, shifting to push the covers down and exposing her sheets and pillows, then watched him as he tugged his shoes off and tossed them to the far end of the room. She pulled off her own, her eyes locked with his, as he peeled off his shirt, exposing the wide, hard expanse of his chest in the half-light coming in the window from the streetlight outside. She pulled her own sweater over her head, and smiled as he paced around to the side of the bed, removing his weapon and set it in arm's reach on the bedside table, then tossed his phone carelessly beside it. He licked his lips as she unclasped the lacy white bra she'd been wearing, and set loose the breasts he'd dreamt about way too many times to count. She was more stunning than even he'd imagined, and he'd imagined, a lot. Her skin was whiter and finer than the fabric, anyway. She crept forward on all fours, then, and knelt up when she reached him, then tugged his belt buckle open with one hand as the other splayed across his back, her hot lips sealing themselves to his stomach as her other hand finished pulling open his belt and undoing the fly of his pants.

He backed away, bending halfway to push off everything else keeping him from her as he pushed her backwards onto the bed, kicking free of his pants, shorts and socks in almost one continuous motion. She, meanwhile, had pushed her hips up from the bed, and had undone the button and zipper on her jeans sliding them down past her hips, until she let herself down again and reached up to finish removing them. "Let me," he said, climbing up onto the bed beside her, then shifted to kneel between her legs and pull the jeans the rest of the way off. He tossed them aside, thinking that her floor would look like a hurricane had hit it in the morning, then pulled her socks off as she shifted her hips up again to slide her matching white lacy panties off. "Jesus, Temperance," he groaned, as he pulled them the rest of the way from her, and finally got to take her in from head to toe. Definitely more stunning than he'd ever imagined. When looked her in the face again, he saw the same appreciative, hungry look in her eyes that he imagined she saw in his.

Sitting up, she shifted backward, then knelt up on the bed herself, running her small and nimble fingers up his sides as she raked her eyes up and down him, taking him in. He was perfect, in every way, she thought, and she hadn't really expected anything less, though seeing it in the flesh was a thousand times better than just knowing, intellectually, what he might look like. She splayed her fingers across his chest, instinctively seeking out the scar of his most recent wounding, the shot that had started her own realizations down the road to this end. Finding it, she smoothed her fingers over him before pressing her lips to the scar, letting her tongue and lips explore the shift from thickened scar tissue to the otherwise perfect smooth flesh of him. There would be more scars, elsewhere, that she would need to learn about and try to understand, but this was the most important one-- the one he took for her.

His heart seized within him as she sought out the scar that woman's bullet had left. The scar itself was no longer tender, though it and the muscle beneath it still pulled a little, something he had to keep working at to keep it from stiffening and impeding his movement. But while the jolt of fire that went through him with the bullet was cold, her kiss over the wound was hot, her touch sending warmth all through him. "Kiss it and make it all better" wasn't something that was just a silly children's expression, not at least here, in her bedroom. He let his hands roam all over her, feeling the sleek satin of her skin under his fingers, as she trailed her tongue and mouth across his chest, making her way up his neck. Her breasts were brushing against him as she moved her mouth over his skin, her hardened nipples signalling her own arousal even as each of her kisses made him grow harder. He crushed her chest to him, letting one hand trace teasingly up her spine until he reached her neck. Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her head gently back to bare her throat to him, then lowered his head to suck at the long white column of skin he'd so often wanted to taste.

Her own hands came to grasp him at his back, one trailing down to grasp his behind, pulling his hips closer to her as she rubbed up against him, writhing with pleasure at the feel of his mouth and his hands on her, and the incredible heat of his skin against hers. If she didn't already trust him completely already, she'd have given over to panic at the strength of the sensations coursing through her. She'd already thought she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted any other man, even before Zach's betrayal, but she'd tamped down her desire, ignored it as a mere sexual urge. But now, faced with the reality of it actually happening, her need was so strong that her mind threw up the "that's when two people become one" speech he'd given her, some time ago. She'd believed him, then, but she never thought she'd feel it for herself.

As he pulled her head further back, and she complied, bending almost backward against the hand bracing her between her shoulderblades, she moved her hand between them, grasping him in her hand firmly at the same moment that his mouth sealed closed on her breast. They each jerked with the shock of the intimate touch, and she gasped aloud as his tongue dug firmly into her flesh, then relented, teasing and sucking at her nipple. She let her hand pull along his shaft, the width and length of his solid erection arousing her, and making the heat between her legs grow stronger. She passed her thumb over the head of his shaft, firmly, causing him to lose his suction on her and gasp, before he regained his concentration and switched his attention to her other perfect, creamy, delectable breast.

She moaned as he bit lightly at her, and he twitched and thickened in response in her hand, drawing a cramp from her own inner walls in response. The heat pooling below was becoming a burning ache, the core of her empty and her clitoris beginning to throb in time with her rapid, irregular pulse, but she continued to stroke him with her hand, varying the pressure and tempo occasionally by letting go except for her thumb and index finger. She sped her encircling light fingers along him quickly and teasingly, until his own hips jerked into hers in unconscious response. He shifted, spreading his knees further apart, and lifting his head from her breasts with one last swirl of his tongue, to look at her. Her eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them before, almost royal blue, her pupils wide with desire, and the hand gripping his shaft left him, to come up and grasp his head, pulling him down for a kiss.

God, could she kiss, he thought. Everything before had been kid's stuff. The way her mouth molded to his, her tongue seeking, not fighting with his, just taking her turn and letting him take his as he tasted her-- perfect. Not that their first kiss, at Christmas, hadn't also been perfect in its own way, but this was completely perfect, that magical blend of demand and surrender. He shifted backward, pushing with the hand grasping her hip until she was lying on the bed, beneath him, her hair spreading below her. She was perfect, every last blessed inch of her, and she gazed back at him, unabashedly raking her eyes over him as he drank his own fill with his eyes.

She shuddered as the hand behind her neck let go, and he traced his fingers lightly down the line of her sternum, brushing against each rib teasingly, as he gazed at her, eyes black with determined need. Her own hips arced off the bed as he tickled his fingers across her navel, the nearness of his fingers to her aching center making her instincts take over. So fast that she didn't see him move, his mouth was on her core, and she arced up off the bed, screaming his given name, "Seeley!" as his tongue thrust into her, shocking her with another thrust of impossible desire. It was the first time she'd ever said it aloud to him when they were alone, and that she'd screamed it in response to something he'd done to her made him decide he'd insist that absolutely no one else but her use his first name ever again. He lapped at her, savoring her smell and her taste as he pushed her stomach down with one hand-- to make it impossible for her to back away from him before he was done drinking his fill.

She moaned, wordlessly, as his tongue delved again into her, then retreated as he sucked at her folds. He licked the length of her, flicking the tip of his tongue hard against her burning, engorged clitoris. Just that one flick of his tongue undid her, and she bucked against his hand holding her down. His other hand came up, clamping down at her hip, as he flicked her again, and she screamed wordlessly as the most painfully exquisite orgasm of her life wracked her. While she was still shuddering, he lapped at her again, then curled his tongue back inside her already cramping walls. Somehow, she couldn't think how, his tongue found that ridged place on her inside wall, and he pushed at it, even as her walls were still contracting from the first orgasm he'd drawn from her, and he pushed at her again. She wailed his name, then, calling "Oh, my God, Seeley," as she cramped again and flooded his tongue with her fluid.

Her cry of his name made him stiffen again, and he was so painfully tight from her response to him that he couldn't hold back on his need to be inside her much longer. He withdrew his tongue from her core, and licked teasingly at her folds as she shuddered under him, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her breasts arcing up as her spasms still wracked her. Forget the sunrise or sunset. This was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his whole life. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his whole life.

He positioned himself over her, and slid one arm under her to hold her to him as he bent to taste the skin at her neck once again. She moaned as his mouth found her skin again, and she wheezed out "Oh my God, Booth," as the last shudder wracked her.

"You liked that, hmm?" he chuckled, nuzzling his way from her collarbone to right behind her earlobe. "Not to ruin the moment, Bones, but have you got any..." She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, lazily, her eyes half-lidded. "No, but it's not necessary, I just got my update shot," she said, her voice a bit raspy as she licked her lips. "That's only half the equation," he said, "I have a job in this too, you know." He tried to always be responsible, but of course he hadn't expected to be right where he was tonight, and he'd tossed the last box of condoms he owned not too long ago. They'd expired, before he could use them all-- the first time that had ever happened to him. "I trust you," she said, running her hand up the side of his back, fingertips tickling at him as she looked back at him, evenly, absolute trust in her eyes. What had he done to deserve her?

She gazed up at him, willing him to believe what she said. Not that the ones she'd kept in the house in the past would have been large enough anyway, she mused, and hoped that he knew that she trusted him utterly. It had been almost a year since she'd had any ... company, and her last checkup had been clear. She assumed he was as conscientious about these things as she was, and oh, but she needed him. Just as she completed the thought, he nodded, accepting, and one hand pushed beneath her hips even as she drew her knees up and managed to wrap her limp arms around his neck. Her eyes locked with his, as he thrust himself into her, both of them groaning in shock at the completion. "Oh, God! You're perfect!" he gasped, as her heat grasped him and she took him all the way in. The fullness of him inside her made her eyes snap open, unseeing externally, but seeing completely what he'd meant about 'becoming one.' Without any will on her part, an "oh, Seeley, please," escaped her, her eyes fluttering closed with the overwhelming sensation of all her empty spaces filling, physically and metaphorically.

He began to move, starting to lead, but she followed him, perfectly, complementing and responding him as she had in her kitchen, on the dance floor, in every firefight and chase, interrogation and analysis. She didn't just complement him. She completed him. She met him halfway, accepted him, urged him on to be better and more in their working life, and damned if he wasn't going to give her better and more, right now. He'd often wondered if all the pent-up lust would make him explode like a teenager the moment he was inside her, but now, he felt like he could go on forever-- the way she responded, completely surrendered to him, made him feel like the strongest man in the world. He was hers, and she... she was his. He could do practically anything, knowing that.

She clung to him as he shifted his hand at her hips to press her tighter to him, pulling her knees up further to cradle him deeper as he thrust. With each stroke, she felt less alone, more cared for, more... loved. Which made sense, since she... loved him too. She bucked her own hips against him, trying to meet him as the warmth and the heat of him drove out all thought but their motion, and the feel of him under her hands. Wordless whimpers and moans fell from her lips as he continued to move with her, his own breathing rasping in her ear as he occasionally groaned "Temperance," or "Bones" as she met him with particular force, the shock of their meeting forcing her name from his lips. He slid his hands under her hips, lifting her as she clung to his neck, and the change in angle brought the head of him firmly across her inner sensitive spot. She cried out his name as he stroked against it again, her walls starting to quiver around him as he repeated the motion. "Come on, baby, come for me," he growled in her ear as he pushed into her again, and she whimpered as she shifted, her legs wrapping around him, her thighs quivering against his sides. She moaned, her head falling back toward the bed, as he plunged into her again, the sight of her complete abandon breaking the last of his control.

"Oh, Jesus, Temperance," he moaned, as she quivered around and beneath him, willing himself to hold on just long enough to make her scream out his name again before he came. He lost the rhythm he'd managed to hold onto so far, and felt himself jerk into her, his body taking control and demanding release now. He jerked into her twice more before she screamed out "Booth! Oh! Seeley!" so loudly he was sure the whole building knew he was there. Her walls flooded and convulsed around him so hard that she pulled him back into her, and he exploded, calling "Temperance! Bones!" with a voice half-shattered from the force of his release.

She fell limp just as he collapsed atop her, his heavy body completely covering hers as she floated, lost in the throes of her orgasm, small aftershocks passing through her as he drained into her, each small pulse of his seed after the initial tremendous rush drawing a responding quiver from inside her. She couldn't open her eyes-- every time she tried, the lids fluttered closed. His heat and their sweat and the mingled scent of their loving surrounded her, encompassing her fully, and she welcomed his weight-- it was as if he was physically pressing every lingering doubt from her. She lay there, panting, gradually coming back to herself as a languid heat filled her.

"Holy mother of God," he wheezed, finally managing to push himself up on his elbows as the tremors passing through him began to abate. He didn't want to smother her their first time-- he sure as hell planned on doing this again, as soon as humanly possible. "No, just Temperance Brennan," she responded, half-purring, her eyes still closed. "And Seeley Booth. Though I can certainly now attest to what makes you a Special Agent," she murmured, dreamily, a sated smile on her face.

He twitched and half-stiffened inside her. "Jesus, Bones," he groaned, laughing at his own involuntary response to her praise. "You keep talking like that and it'll be like I'm eighteen all over again."

"Mmm," she said, eyes still closed. "And why would that be so bad?" He twitched again, but that was it-- he was spent, and he was sure she was, too, despite her teasing response. With a groan, he braced himself further, then withdrew, drawing a whimpering gasp from her in response as her eyes fluttered open, then closed again. He just managed to fall to the side of her, sitting up just enough to grasp the covers she'd shoved to the foot of the bed, and pull them up over them. As he moved to settle onto the bed, she turned and rolled to her side, coming to lie against him, her hand across his stomach and chest. He shifted, slipping an arm under her, and pulled her up a bit until her head rested over his heart, and her warm breath whiffled across his chest. Cocking his head up to look at her, he saw that her eyes were still closed, her cheeks flushed a pink he'd never seen before, and a completely sated and yet innocent smile on her face. And he'd thought his day was good when he left the house smelling like her shampoo and with a mug of hot coffee this morning.

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The sun was full in his eyes through her window before he woke, the soft weight and warmth of her still at his side, his arm still holding her to him. Blinking, he turned his head, wondering if she had an alarm clock in here. Ten-thirty? Really? Good God, he thought. Making up for lost sleep, and then some. She shifted then, mumbling in response to his slight movement, and opened her eyes, looking straight at him. She had that unwavering gaze that she got when she was ... discovering something, and he waited, wondering what she would say. "Mmm, morning, Booth," she said, her eyes fluttering closed again after assuring herself that he was still here. "Morning, Bones," he said softly, the rumble of his voice in his chest under her ear. She could get used to this. She wanted to. More than anything, she realized-- though it was a natural conclusion now that she knew that she loved him. She should tell him. And since Temperance Brennan wasn't one to back off, once a decision was made, she did.

"Seeley, I love you," she said, speaking softly but clearly into the warmth of his chest. His heart banged hard, once, under her ear, and all of a sudden she wondered if... but then he spoke, his voice a strangled whisper, "Bones, I love you too." His arm under her tightened around her, as his other hand came across to pull her face toward him for an unhurried, exploratory kiss. Blinking, she looked at him when he pulled away from her mouth, and felt the last doubt she had dissolve into the air, as he repeated himself. She nestled back against his chest, snuggling closer, her eyes closing of their own accord again.

"Mmm. Love. I know what that means," she murmured, drifting off again to his rumbled laughter and his arm holding her to him.

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"It's a good thing you went shopping yesterday," he said, as he came back into the bedroom with some coffee, and toast, and scrambled eggs for both of them, and some bacon for him.

"Mmm, why is that," she purred, still lying on her side where he'd left her a half hour ago, when his own grumbling stomach woke him again.

"Because," he said, setting the tray on the bedside table opposite her, "I'll be damned if I'm stepping foot out of this bed one moment longer than I have to. We've got time to make up for, woman. Now eat up, you," he said, bending over to pull the sheet from her and pausing to suck at the deep curve of her waist. "I'm a growing boy, and I may need a little help with that." She smiled, and stretched, catlike, saying only, "Well, I always want help out my partner..."

He stifled her words with a kiss, his heart near to bursting with happiness as she smiled at him, lazily, languidly, and his.

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Later, they left her bed long enough to bathe, though that too turned into another exploration of the other's needs and responses, and they fell back into the bed not long after, sated and languid again. They dozed for a while, until his stomach woke him again, the afternoon light through her window dimming as he blinked awake. She laughed as he pulled away to sit up, his stomach growling.

"You're insatiable," she said, sitting up, not bothering to cover herself with the sheet.

"Come on, Bones," he responded. "How long have you known me?"

She laughed, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, relieved that the phone hadn't rung once all day. They needed an idyll, deserved one. "Come on, hungry boy," she said, walking naked out of the room toward the kitchen. "I'll microwave you some stir fry."

He followed her, staying two steps behind her as he watched her sway away as she walked. When he reached her, she'd already spooned food into two bowls, and was setting the controls.

"Bones," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist again from behind, this time his skin bare against hers, "maybe I want meat for dinner." He finished his statement with a light bite at her shoulder. "Vegetables first," she laughed, "before you can have any meat."

"You're so bossy," he grumbled, but she turned in his arms then and smiled brilliantly at him.

"I only tell the people I love to eat all their vegetables," she said.

"Bring them on, then," he replied. He couldn't believe how quickly pain had turned to joy, and he pulled her closer, breathing her in. "I love you too, baby. I love you too." His heart swelled as she pulled him closer.