This might count as M. It is very, well, *me*, though.
IV. Taste
The first time he kissed her, she tasted like rain. Fresh and young and new. Little did he know back then...
The next time, there was a hunch of snow and Christmas in the air, but in her mouth he found minty excitement.
Their third kiss, however stolen it was, was soaked with despair. So close, so close that it was almost burning them... but not close enough.
Then there was nothing for a while, but during the nothingness that was a big fat charade of wrong turns and twist, he wasn't able to forget her taste. Not once. Regardless of how hard he tried.
The fourth time he kissed her, she tasted like tears. Salty and sad, so broken, so vulnerable. He felt the strange urge to heal her somehow, and even though one can't possibly heal a hole as big as that one with a kiss... he tried.
He tried so much more than that. He loved her.
The first time he loved her was an onslaught of senses and sensations. Some new, but most of them so deeply familiar, but... still different.
How can you love someone you know so well for the first time?
It wasn't sex. It was something else entirely that he found in her body so open beneath his own.
Then there was silence. And awe. The world didn't stop turning. There was a killer to catch.
The second time he loved her was a rush. He needed it to be real, needed it so much, and if her breathless moans, her strong grip on him were an indicator, she needed it just that desperately. There was barely time to revel in the taste of her lips, the taste of her cry, as he entered her body... there was no time at all, just the overwhelming wish to be as close to her as ever possible.
"Why are you crying?"
"I... I'm not..."
Stubborn and strong and his. And so very warmhearted.
One can be a slip, can happen. Two is a pattern. A beginning.
The third time he loved her was the first time he tasted her. The first time laughter mingled with the sound of sighs and moans. What do you mean? You never laugh during sex? Because I do. The first time they actually had time.
Her neck tasted like honey – How was that even possible? – the valley between her full breasts was covered by a fine layer of sweat, salty but sweet at the same time. She arched beneath him, and as he took her hard nipple between his lips, he found a whole new world of taste. So female and innocent and her.
Through the sensation of her on his tongue he could feel her long fingers running through his hair, could hear her unsteady breaths, and he kissed more and more of her. His lips traveled down her body, licking a lazy circle around her bellybutton – eliciting a gasp from her – until he reached her most private parts. And... inhaling deeply... he lowered his mouth to her... and the very taste of her exploded on his tongue.
It was... indescribable.
"Nothing is indescribable, you just haven't tried hard enough to find the correct term."
He could hear her voice in his head, even though the real woman in his bed was far away from uttering reasonable statements, and he might have laughed if it hadn't been so... indescribable.
"Booth..."
Her legs parted for him, giving him better access to her, and his tongue darted out to sweep over her, licking and teasing and sucking. She tasted so... right. With a moan of his own, he palmed her thighs to spread her even further, and his tongue dipped into her core, reveling in her utter submission, in her trust.
"Yes..."
Blinking hard against the sudden rush of emotions, he focused on pleasuring her, alternating between licking and sucking, tender but firm at the same time.
This was Bones he was tasting... Finally!
There was so much he wanted to tell her, but with his mouth on her, there was no way to let out the words which had been buried for so long, and so he just kissed her, as intimately as a man could ever kiss a woman.
A twirl of his tongue evoked a sharp gasp, gentle suction meant that she arched her back. She was velvet on his tongue, but so much stronger than velvet could ever be.
Writhing under his mouth, she lost her senses, every single one of them, until there was nothing left but the sensation of his tongue rubbing over her again and again... liquid fire and his name on her lips.
"Booth, Booth... Booth."
She was chanting without noticing it, her fingers anchored in his hair, and he hummed against her flesh.
He knew her! He had known her for so long, but, finally, he had gathered this piece of information as well... was still gathering it... and then, with a soft cry, she tensed and shuddered, hot and rich under his kiss.
Blood was rushing through her ears, so very loud, and when she came down and reason kicked in, he was still licking her, gentler this time. With a soft sigh, her fingers relaxed, letting go of his hair, cupping his cheek.
With an equally soft sigh, he kissed her one more time before closing her thighs.
Crawling up, he met her sated smile, matching it with one of his own, less sated, though, but still dazzling.
"Hey..."
He was swallowing hard against the lump of feelings in his throat.
"Hey yourself."
Her voice... but huskier than he had ever heard it.
Lowering his face to her, he kissed her, lips meeting, tongues tangling, and she found herself in his mouth, tasted his lust, her pleasure. And if she hadn't already been so very much in love with him, this moment alone might have changed her world. It was so much... but not too much anymore. She wasn't afraid, she just wanted it. Him.
"Make love to me."
And that he did. With strength born out of utmost affection, he took possession of her body, took possession of her mind. He moved in her, with her, until there was nothing left to give, until their universe had, once again, shattered and rebuilt itself.
Until she tasted like him. And he like her.
To be continued...
Just a few more hours, a few more hours! #WelcomeBabyBones! This is like Christmas Eve :)