AN: Hey guys, it's Coiler again. Bren and I wanted to kinda switch up who we wanted to write, so we are both writing one for Booth and Brennan back to back. Bren already has heres, and I finished my Brennan dream after this, but here is Booth's. I brought a Siren and Sailor angle into the story. And now you all know what the hell I am thinking about during Health class! And Geometry...and every other class xD
Yet I still pass
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'What the hell is wrong with me?'
This same question kept stroking through his mind. Prowling through his brain like a black cat, stalking his prey.
Sure, maybe he would have been able to brush off one dream about his beautiful partner, but they just seemed to be a nightly occurrence, one that he secretly loved.
He found himself getting in the shower and turning into bed early, lying in his bed for hours on end until he fell asleep, his happiness immense as he was able to delve in worlds he had never been in, with a woman he thought was the epiphany of God's creation.
'Even if she doesn't think so…' he thought to himself with a smile, before he slipped into his anticipated sleep.
"You know Jared, it's not right to undermine life like you do," Booth stated plainly, his haunches leaning against the cold metal of the boat as a cigar smoked from his teeth.
Jared scoffed and brought the glass of scotch to his lips as he looked out to the black sea, the air around them like a strangling tapestry that made both of their muscles heavy. "We are hunters," Jared explained "If we aren't ruthless; we lose our chance for our quarry."
"Have you never looked the tiger in the eyes before he is slain?" Booth asked, his lungs metal in his chest as he tried to breathe "You can see that unique fire in their eyes, you can see the pain, and the fear."
"I think you see your own fear brother," Jared said with a smile "Your own weakness."
"I am anything but week, and I can tell you once I leave this boat, I will end my hunting days. I will not be one to steal the lives of creatures that have done nothing unto me," Booth proclaimed, puffing out the perfumed smoke angrily.
"Do as you wish brother, your heart was always with the hunt mind you," Jared reminded.
Booth opened his lips to retaliation, when a sweet and alluring song swirled around his ear, his eyes widening as he turned to the dark sea and looked out through the velvet night sky "What was that?"
"Ah, and so the seaman has reached his insanity," Jared said with a smile "I hear nothing."
"It was a song," Booth whispered.
"I believe we are near Serea Island, do you know what the origin of said name is brother?" Jared asked, joining his awe-struck sibling at the star board deck.
"Gaelic is it not?" he said half-heartedly.
"It is, for Siren. It is said that when a sailor has gone mad he hears the song of the 'Siren' that is supposed to be to reside in her frame," Jared said with a cocky chuckle.
Booth heard the sweet song again, his heart wrenching as he noticed the shallow sorrow that poisoned the tune.
"Tis is sad," Booth said sadly, his heart clasped in a hard vice of pain.
"Thou are insane," Jared said jokingly, hitting his brother in the shoulder "You should get some sleep brother."
"Yeah…" Booth said, the rest of his being focusing towards the songs point of origin.
Jared smiled and descended into the sailor's barracks, while Booth puffed at his cigar, the smoke from his lips curling into the thick air and disappearing quickly.
Booth sighed and slipped into the tight squeeze at the side of the boat, his feet stepping up onto the poles of the side deck while his hand came to hold onto one of the multiple ropes that crossed over the ship.
He felt the air whipping at his hair as he threw the cigar into the water, his lungs exhaling the perfumed smoke again as he looked into the unbroken darkness.
The wind whipped at his clothing and his hair as he looked into the abyss of black and purple, the moon's light failing to break through the thick clouds that loomed viciously over the boat, threatening to lash in anger at any second.
And as Booth had called upon God, lightening cracked in the air, and broke the seas, sending them into a frenzy of enraged crashes. Thunder roared his battle cry while lighting lashed out under her, disrupting the seas and spilling her tears from the clouds onto everything under her.
Booth growled and held onto the rope as he heard the melancholy song again, this time the sound seeming to strike into his temple, making him dizzy and slightly sick as angry Angels shook him violently.
Booth eventually found himself losing his grip, and falling into the dark sea, his form oblivious to the hand of God wrapping around him in a vice of breathless water.
*****
Booth coughed violently as he turned onto his shoulder and hissed in pain, the lapping waves sending salt into his wounded shoulder, a bloodied sharp of rock still sticking from his arm.
Booth dizzily reached over and pulled it from his arm, hissing in pain as a fresh spill of blood left his arm, running warmly down his arm and dripping onto the stone jutting out in an opened circle of stone, flooded with water, which led out into the ocean.
"Where am I?" Booth asked out loud, before he heard the melancholy song again, this time stronger and closer.
Booth stumbled to his feet before jumping into the water and swimming to the cliff face, jumping and grabbing the edge of the rock before he pulled himself up and dropped onto a grass plateau , face to face with a thick jungle.
Booth pushed forward, using his hunting skills to navigate through the woods, tracking the general direction of the song until he found himself not even thinking, his whole being entranced as he just seemed to wander through the woods, until he tripped and stumbled to his knees, looking into a clearing with light streaking through the trees, the beams of light dancing and sparkling in the air.
There sat a woman with beautifully pale skin, long flowing brown hair, and gorgeous sea blue eyes fixed on the loon that was rested against her hip, her long fingers picking at the strings gently.
Booth rested transfixed, his eyes roaming over every part of her being. The top half of her arms each had an intricately designed band tied tight to the skin, a long flow of opaque fabric flowing from the small blue gems and curling in the air.
Her body over all was hardly covered, her torso covered with black fabric that covered her breasts partly and broke off into a maze of multiple strips of fabric, four strips meeting behind her back, two meeting behind her neck, three meeting between her breasts, and two strips that jutted from the cover of her breasts to meet the strip going across the top of her stomach, the front of her top tied together with beautiful charms, that dissolved into chains and beads that met and held the thong like dress that covered her lower half, the same opaque fabric wrapped around her hips and held with a belt designed from metal with a huge medallion resting at her thigh.
His eyes reluctantly left her gorgeous figure and met her face, cast in apathy until you got down to every detail of her features.
Her brilliant blue eyes depicted great sadness and loneliness, her shoulders were slightly sagged, and her lips were arced into a frown that showed great sadness, but over all, she looked like she…just didn't care.
Booth blinked for the first time in a while and thought he saw large wings jutting from her back, but left that disorientation to the dizziness.
He finally stumbled to his feet and broke into the clearing slowly, her cold eyes locked on him as her fingers stilled, her form rigid, before instinct took over and her eyes darkened.
"Who are you?" she asked gently.
"A ship-thrown sailor," Booth said comically, finding a slight uneasiness in her presence.
Her lips curved in a smirk, before going back to their cast "Your arm is bleeding pretty heavily," she noticed, looking at the large blood stain around his arm "And you look famished, may I request you come back to the manor?"
"If only you give me your name," Booth countered.
The temptress smiled "Temperance," she said with a smile, before flicking her wrist and disappeared into the woods.
*****
Booth watched as her eyes darted from the wound she was dressing, to his toned, bare chest, his cocky smile growing bigger with every flash of her eyes.
"Problem?" he asked, bringing her almost wild eyes to his, before they narrowed defiantly.
"Not at all," Brennan said, tying a knot in the fabric that covered his wound tightly, delighting in his momentary pain.
"May I ask why you live in a stone château on an island?" Booth asked, as his hands came behind his head and he sunk further into the comfortable mattress.
"I shall let you sleep now," she answered "If your trust and curiosity is enough, I shall tell you of my past, as long as the information is reciprocated."
"When?" Booth asked quietly, almost seductively.
Her back straightened, and her eyes flamed with an internal anger, her hands coming to rest on her stomach gingerly "Supper," she said "Dusk is in 9 hours, you shall be awoke and dressed in 8."
"If you wish gracious host," Booth said simply before he sunk completely into the bed and closed his eyes, smirking as he heard her breath ever-so slightly, hitch.
*****
"So what's your story?" Booth asked, as he cut into perfectly seasoned meat, that made his mouth water.
"What's your name?" Brennan countered.
"Seeley Booth," Booth answered "Now what's your story?"
"You are certain on your want for knowledge?" Brennan asked, from the far end of the table.
"Yes I am," Booth said strongly, sipping at the delicious wine from her castle vineyard.
Brennan sighed and took a small bite of vegetables before she set down her utensils and brought her wine glass between her delicate hands "I am from the English Mainland, if you haven't already noticed my English ties," she said, motioning to her dark hair and pale skin.
"I have," Booth said with a nod "My boat was heading for England when God's breath blew through the sea and sent me flying into the water."
Brennan chuckled gently "Well, I have been exiled. My parents are close relatives to royalty, so to say I was greedy and pompous would be to say that the king had no jewels," she said, now chuckling bitterly "My father was very religious, and I broke one of the worst laws he had. I became two of the worst of the deadly sins."
"I was greedy yes; I was full of wrath yes, I was envious many a times, but what sent my father off, was how I became vain and lustful. My father always preached that vanity was the mother of all sins, but that lust was close from that, and that intercourse should only be acceptable in marriage. I knew I could get around my punishments easily, my mother was a hopeless romantic, but I could not lie to her, and say I've found love, when I've found nothing but fornication."
"I was the devil's child in my father's eyes," Brennan admitted, sipping at her wine every few seconds "The only sin I was not guilty of was sloth and gluttony. I took for myself what I could have given to the poor; I envied others for petty material possessions; I saw myself superior over everyone else; I took out rage on innocent people; and I lusted only for that thrill that you receive at climax, and after spending my multiple years alone now, I feel my father's disappointment towards myself."
"Redemption has never crossed your mind?" Booth asked, standing from his side of the table to walk to her side, his hand caressing her shoulder gently.
"It has, but how can I do so from here?" Brennan asked, "I live on an island, with company only from awe-struck sailors, and wildlife."
Booth smiled "Start with animals," Booth whispered "It isn't hard."
"Help me," Brennan urged "My father said I could only return to the mainland if I redeem my soul…and…never mind."
"Wait. And what?" Booth asked, squeezing her shoulder again gently.
"I can return to the mainland when I have cleaned my soul, but I will only be accepted to my family when I…find true love," Brennan admitted.
"Love is the only remedy for lust Lady Temperance," Booth agreed "But I shall help you with your other predicaments now, come with me," he said, holding out his hand, which she took gently and allowed him to lead her from the building.
*****
"Five sins you are guilty of. Vanity, Lust, Wrath, Greed, and Envy. Four out of the five of those sins, are mental sins. Sins you can only redeem if you right your head, one though, is physical, which is what we will start with first," Booth said, nodding his head to the young deer struggling to get the apples from the trees.
Brennan's eyes narrowed as she bunched her muscles to shoo away the deer, but Booth grabbed her arm and stilled her "She is helpless," Booth whispered, his breath against her ear sending a shiver up her spine "You have a large orchard full of apples, what is but the loss of one?"
"If you have eight hundred thousand apples, instead of the normal million, you still have enough to make cider for the next 5 years of your life," Booth reasoned "Besides, put yourself in the fawn's place, struggling for food with no help from anyone else? Wouldn't you want someone to take pity on you?"
The fawn stopped and her shoulders slumped, her gently brown eyes turning to look at the two humans sadly before the deer turned and started slumping away.
Brennan's lower lip trembled "That's sad," she whispered.
"Now picture a child, starving desperate for food. Would that tear at your heart?" Booth whispered.
Brennan nodded, her eyes slightly glazed.
"Now picture it a grown person, someone like yourself, skin sticking to your ribs from starvation, to weak to get food," Booth suggested "How about now?"
Brennan pictured all of the starved people that lined the streets, looking up at her with sunken eyes, tear stained, and half dead, but she just walked over them, and gave them nothing.
Brennan rubbed her eyes and stepped forward, grabbing one of the branches of her trees and pulling on it hard, multiple ripe apples falling to the ground. She repeated the procedure on multiple other trees, and when she stepped back and looked at the red fruits littering the ground, she watched as a group of deer, including the discouraged fawn, smell the fruit slightly on edge, and then began to nibble at the gift.
Brennan smiled and turned to Booth, his arms crossed across his chest, his face soft with pride "See, now every time you think that Greed's green hand will grab your soul, picture that little fawn," he said, motioning to the now happy baby deer, prancing from fruit to fruit gleefully "And greed shall be overcome."
Brennan smiled and blushed, a small smile creeping across her lips. "So what now great teacher?"
*****
"Lust," Booth whispered "Is a game of heartbreak," he explained "And I can tell that you are skeptical of love, but you will never find if, if you are wearing that," Booth said, motioning to her currently alluring dress.
"What is wrong with it?" Brennan asked incredulously.
"It's too sexual," Booth said with a smile "Someone shouldn't love you solely because you're beautiful," he said, not noticing his slip "They should love you because of who you are."
Brennan blushed as he opened her closet, her brain repeating his declaration of her beauty while he sifted through her clothing.
"Wear this," Booth said, pulling out a white dress lined with crafts of gold that held various pieces of fabric.
Brennan nodded and took the dress, smiling as he gentlemanly bowed and stepped from her room.
Few moments later, Brennan stepped from her room in a breathtaking outfit, her dark metallic chains traded for gold. A beautifully designed white top stretched over her breasts and tied behind her back, a strap of metal crossing under her breasts to hold a thin, but translucent fabric that covered her stomach and fell down her legs. Her dark metallic arm bands were switched with gold that held fabric of the same kind that fell down her stomach, and a beautiful multi curved golden belt hung a thick white skirt around her hips, the fabric tied at the front of her body, the ends falling in front of her legs, a golden medallion hanging from her waist instead of the cold silver.
"Beautiful," he whispered gently.
*****
"Envy," Booth stated "Is performed when you don't think you have enough. The only way to reverse this sin is to realize, how much you really have. I'm sure you have seen the sick, dying, dead, and poor on the streets of England, but have you ever been one of them?"
"No," Brennan stated simply, remembering her multiple treks through the city streets, only to find dead people staring at you with cloudy eyes.
"Did you get whatever you wanted when you lived with your parents?" Booth asked, leaning into her space.
"Yes," Brennan answered.
"Did you ever have to work for what you wanted?" Booth asked his tone harsher.
"No," Brennan hissed back.
"So in other words you were a pompous, spoiled brat," he spat.
"You dare speak to me in that tone," she hissed, pushing up and grabbing a sharp knife off her table.
"Wrath," Booth said calmly "Is it worth killing me, when I'm the one who wants to help you, and cares about you?"
Brennan breathed deeply and exhaled through her nose, setting the knife on the table gently, before looking back to him "No."
"There you go," Booth said with a smile "The harsh truth helps. It hurts, and can make you angry, but you see what you really are. Do you realize how you were back at the hands of the rich?"
Brennan nodded "Sickening," she hissed under her breath.
"Yes, and before you think about killing someone, close your eyes, count to ten, and breath slowly, until you have calmed," Booth suggested, holding Brennan's shoulders while he counted slowly.
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She found herself melting into his hands as his breath caressed her face, the muscles in her back tightening as she worked on keeping herself upright.
What the hell was happening to her?
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"Why were you guilty of vanity?" Booth whispered in her ear gently "Was it because you really believed you were better than everyone, or was it because you wanted everyone to believe that you were better than everyone else?"
"My parents never cared," Brennan whispered "They gave me anything I wanted, but they never showed that they cared about me. I spent nights crying alone. I spent nights consoling myself when I was in pain, I never had anyone else."
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"What about now?" he whispered, his hands sliding to her back, holding her loosely as her breathing escalated slightly.
"You're the only one who actually cares Seeley Booth," she whispered "You are the only sailor that has washed upon my island, and didn't try to sleep with my at first sight."
"Is that why you brought me here?" Booth asked "Because you knew I was different?"
"Yes," Brennan nodded "I thought you might be able to help me."
"And have I?" Booth whispered, his hand coming to stroke her cheek gently.
"Yes, but I'm confused," Brennan said through a hitched breath "I-I understand the attraction, but how does this not go against the sin which you are helping me redeem?"
"Do you feel differently for me, than what you felt for the other men you have given yourself to?" Booth asked gently, holding her hips as he guided her backwards.
"Yes," Brennan confessed "I feel…connected with you, on a personal level."
Booth smiled "That's the difference between lust and love," he whispered "Sex, is just lust, when you are connected in a special way, you make love."
"W-what?" Brennan asked nervously as she was led into her room.
"The two become one, and you are forever intertwined on a deep level that cannot be broken," Booth whispered, his fingers running through her hair comfortingly "We don't have to do this."
"Why am I scared?" Brennan asked feebly.
"Because you know, deep down in your heart that this, means something," Booth whispered, his lips gently pressing against her forehead "If you want this-"
"I do," she jumped in quickly, her hands wrapped around his side as she tried to push the fear from her heart.
"Then you have to trust me," he whispered.
"I-I trust you," Brennan whispered, looking up to him with fear filled eyes.
Booth smiled, and tugged her back to the four post bed. He sat on the edge and pulled her between his legs "You are right to be scared," he said with a smile "It means it's real. You're scared because you haven't had someone treasure you like this, but don't worry, we will go slow."
Brennan blew a sigh of relief and smiled "Thank you."
Booth smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor and scooting back into the middle of the bed, pulling the curtains around the bed posts so that they were confined in a medium sized box of pale, opaque fabric.
Booth scooted back to the headboard and bent his knees, looking at her nervous figure for moments before she blushed and looked to her lap.
"Come here," he whispered, opening his arms and holding her to his chest when she slowly moved towards him.
He ran his finger under her chin and with a smile, pushed her hair behind her hair, before he leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to hers gently, her body jerking as electricity flashed through her spine.
"Are you alright?" Booth asked quietly.
"God yes," Brennan answered eagerly, the passion between them thick in the air as her arms curled around his head and descended her lips onto his, her chest pressing into his eagerly.
Booth smiled but pushed her back gently "I lead," he said quietly "You follow."
Brennan's brows creased in confusion, but Booth simply smiled and rolled her onto her back, pulling the ribbon that was tied behind her back, and sliding her dress from her body slowly, kissing every expanse of the ivory skin he revealed.
Brennan whimpered and writhed under him, trying to direct his lips to certain spots on her body, but Booth simply placed his hand gently on her stomach and ran his fingers lightly over her smooth skin, a subtle way of showing he was taking the lead.
"Trust me," he whispered as he kissed down the inside of her thigh to the inside of her ankle.
Brennan released a kittenish mewl as the fire continued to burn along the inside of her leg, spreading to her other leg as Booth moved to kiss the inside of her other ankle, slowly sliding his lips up her leg.
Her core was glistening; sure signs of want, but it infuriated him that multiple other men saw this. His growl predatorily as he kissed up her stomach.
"What's wrong?" Brennan gasped, as his lips rose over the mound of her breast, his tongue teasing the pebbled peak.
"It infuriates me that other men saw you like this, wet for them, but not taking the chance to actually see you," Booth growled.
Brennan wrapped her hands around Booth's neck, and pulled him up to her gently and placing a passionate, searing kiss to his lips, her tongue cradling his reassuringly.
"They never paid attention," Brennan swore "You are the only man, to…make me feel…special, like a goddess. I-is that normal?"
Booth smiled and kissed her again "Yes," Booth whispered "Your lover should…worship you, make you feel like you've never felt before."
"Ooh, Booth," she moaned as his straining erection pressed against his pants and into her core. "This is the first moment, that I've felt this happy," she whispered, grinding her hips around him "I need you, horribly.
Booth smiled and took her hands, guiding them to his waist and urging her forward. Brennan smiled and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down his legs before throwing them from the bed.
Booth rested on his elbows over her, kissing her heatedly before they parted breathless "Are you ready?" he asked.
Brennan's head moved up and down quickly "Oh, god, yes."
Booth smiled and pressed his erection into her, her mewl of pleasure making his cock twitch. He entered and left her slowly, making her squirm crazily.
"Booth," she whined, thrusting her hips toward him "I need you…"
Booth continued his speed, silencing her with a head spinning kiss. Brennan wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her heels into his ass, pressing him deeper into her, her moan of pleasure echoing through her room.
"Please," she panted "Faster."
Booth growled and nibbled on her shoulder as his hips moved quicker, thrusting into her quickly until their bodies moved as one, and her pleasured scream broke through the air.
Brennan reached up and kissed him passionately as she flooded around him, her passion driving him over the edge, his orgasm announced with spasms of his own, and the pleasured gasping of her name.
Booth chuckled as he rolled onto his back, his arm wrapping around her back as she rolled onto her side and rested her head on his chest, her hand tracing the muscles in his chest lightly.
"Are you ok?" he asked gently, kissing her damped forehead before he brushed her hair from her face.
"Never been better," Brennan whispered.
"Have you found the answers to your problems?" Booth asked.
Brennan leaned on her elbow "All of my sins have been redeemed," she said with a nod.
"So you'll be heading back to England?" he asked, disappointed.
"No," Brennan answered "I want to stay here, and I want you to stay here with me. This will be our house, the house where a whole new world was shown to me."
Booth smiled and kissed her deeply, his heart soaring as she whispered "I love you," against his lips.
Booth's eyes flew open again, his breathing irregular.
Oh, the psychology was obvious on that one. He wants to show Brennan the news of life, he wants to show her how to make love, he wants to be the person she wants to be with.
"Oh shit," Booth growled, realizing what he just admitted "Keep digging your grave Seeley Booth," he hissed to himself "Keep digging your grave."
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