Hi there, everybody! I took a break from my finals study to write this one. Hope you like it…
I also wanted to say a real heartfelt thank you to everybody who reviews this story (and the others). I love to read your comments and try to answer to everyone of them, because I think it's important to show you how much I appreciate it. It is really helping me to write when I know people appreciate my work… So anyways, thanks a lot! :-)
This one is a suggestion of NatesMama and k.
Quantum Entanglement: Two quantum particles (e.g. electrons) can be coupled in such a way that their properties are no longer independent of one another no matter how far apart they may be. We say that the particles are entangled. Then a change in one property (e.g. spin) in one particle will cause a change in the other particle as well. (Engel, Quantum Chemistry & Spectroscopy)
He was taking his lunch in his office, reading the newspaper. Unexpectedly, a flash of arousal ran through him.
What the hell?
Man, Bones' trip to Australia was really having weird effects on his body. The fact that he couldn't touch her every day, make love to her nearly every night was obviously getting to him… He was transformed into a horny and grouchy man, missing her terribly. He took his cell phone in his hands, looked at the time and did some mental calculation. Maybe she would be at her hotel. He hesitated a few seconds, then hit speed dial one. If she wasn't available, she wouldn't answer, he reasoned. But now, he was just feeling this urgent need to speak to her.
She answered after a few seconds only.
"Hey Bones, how's Australia going?"
It was ridiculous. Just the sound of her voice was making him grin like a fool, his whole body relaxing.
"Going great, Booth. I should be done with the work soon, and it's absolutely fascinating!"
"I'm sure it is…"
She stayed silent for a short time, then continued, her voice lower.
"I'm glad you called, Booth. I was thinking about you. I had trouble sleeping, not having you by my side to calm my body..."
Her voice had that husky undertone, the one she had when they got home and she had something else in mind than a cozy night on the couch.
"Are you naked now?"
A shiver ran through her, his rough voice exciting.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Sixth sense."
"There's no such thing as a sixth sense. Plus, what kind of sense is that, knowing when I'm naked? It doesn't serve any useful purpose."
"Mmmm, Bones, you'd be surprised how useful it can be…" He paused for a moment. "I'd like to be there with you. I'm just aching to touch you, I'd want to make you scream…"
She licked her lips and breathed out. He wasn't really helping her solving her problem, not at all.
"Booth, you're not helping me here."
She slowly exhaled, and Booth thought it might have been the most erotic sound he had heard from her, speaking her lack of control over her arousal.
"I'll help you, baby, don't worry… Run your hands on your skin, slowly. Begin with your throat, then your shoulders, your rib cage, your belly… Tell me how it feels."
Goosebumps formed on her skin. She definitely preferred this way of solving her problem than having to go to bed frustrated… And she had to admit, imagining him sitting at his desk, talking her through an orgasm was incredibly exciting.
She started to follow his instructions, slowly caressing her skin with her splayed hands. Every nerve ending was responding, apparently connected directly to throbbing feeling between her legs.
"My skin is just soft and warms, but every time my finger stroke somewhere, goosebumps forms. Now my hand is tracing the outline of my ribcage, and it's so close to my breasts, they're just aching to be touched."
"Don't… Not yet, babe."
"Okay…" Her breathing was heavier, Booth's raspy voice sending waves of heat through her body. "Now I'm smoothing my belly and my hips… My whole body is warm, Booth. I can feel my clit pulsing…"
He groaned, his hand twitching on his leg, trying not to stroke the bulge forming between his legs. He didn't know what on heart had prompted him to start that, but he definitely wouldn't come out of this alive. Her sexy voice was killing him…
"Take one of your breast into your hand, but don't touch where you need it the most. Just feel it's weight, feel how soft and creamy your skin is. Take the time to see how come I love so much having them in my hands."
"Booth… It feels good. The skin there is very sensitive, when I brush the underside of my breast my back arches, as if my body wants to press my bust more firmly into my hands." She paused, a moan punctuating her description. "My nipples are tingling, I can see them growing harder as I'm fondling my breasts."
His breathing was coming to her very clearly through the phone, and she knew her talking was getting to him too. When he next spoke, interrupting her low moan, his voice was dark and husky.
"Suck one of your fingers into your pretty mouth. Run your tongue over it, take the time to make it wet. Then draw circles on your nipple with it. Imagine I'm running my tongue over them, taking my time to get you helplessly writhing under my mouth. Play with them until they're so hard it hurts. Tell me how it feels."
He heard the popping sound her finger made coming out of her mouth, then her whimper.
"That feels so good… I really wish it was your mouth there. I'm pinching it, rolling it between my fingers, and my clit is throbbing at the same rhythm." She stopped talking for some time, her gasps and heavy exhalation filling the silence. "They're both all erect right now. I feel the air cooling them down."
"You are making me so damn hot, babe… You're sexy as hell, you know that? Just seeing or hearing you being horny is enough to get me hard. It just feels like my body is connected to yours…"
"Are you hard now?"
"So fucking hard… You wouldn't believe it."
She bit her bottom lip. Would he agree to… ? Maybe. It was worth trying, just the image was making wetness flow from her core.
"Stroke yourself, Booth. I want you to get off with me."
He nearly had a heart attack, right there. What was she thinking? God…
"Bones…" he weakly protested with a strained voice. "You may be in your hotel room, but I'm in my office. Not exactly the place to do that."
She wasn't abandoning the idea that fast, no way. She took her most sexy voice, the sex kitten tone that she knew would make him do nearly everything she would ask.
"We did a lot worse in that office. You don't remember that time when you bent me against your desk, fucking me from behind? Or when I sucked you dry in minutes, and you bit your lip so hard not to scream that you drew blood out of it? Or…"
"Dammit, Bones!" he growled, interrupting her. "Not helping."
"Stroke yourself," she whispered, sinfully seductive.
He looked at the closed door. Well, it was lunchtime, and a lot less people were here. And God, he wanted that. He was so hard it was painfully uncomfortable in his jeans. Maybe it was because there was no more blood in his brain, or because Bones could make him do everything she wanted, damn her, but his hand was already lowering the zipper.
"Okay, Bones… Okay. You too… Finger fuck yourself. Imagine it's my cock going inside of you."
"I can use my vibrator for that, I can pretend better that it's you."
She heard his gasp at the other end of the line and smiled.
"You… you brought a vibrator?"
Imagining her playing with the instrument, riding it to get herself off was putting his mind on sensory overload. The room was definitely getting boiling hot. His hand jerked faster again his twitching cock.
"Yes… It helps me during trips when you're not with me to make me come, when the only thing I can think about is how good it is when you fill me up. I take it and push it inside my tight pussy and imagine it's your cock… Do you want me to do it?"
She was the devil. Sexy, hot devil.
"Damn, yes, Bones… Are you wet by now?"
Her answer made his eyes cross.
"Soaked."
"Do it, Bones… Take your fingers to spread your juices on your clit, then push that vibrator in your pussy and rub yourself."
His voice was so rough now, she was hardly recognizing it. She followed his instructions, and filled herself with the instrument. She was so wet that it slipped effortlessly into her and she groaned at the feeling of the thick object in her cunt. The expectation of her fingers on her clit was making it swell, pulsations remembering her of how much her body wanted this. When she finally put her finger on the swollen nub to rub it, she screamed, her walls clenching around the artificial phallus in her. With a hatched voice, she tried to continue to talk.
"Aaaah! So good… Yes… Booth… Squeeze yourself more… Not gonna last long… Can't…"
Booth groaned and did as she asked, feeling his balls tighten. His hand was pumping rapidly, making the excitation rise higher and higher. The sounds she was doing, alone in her bedroom, were driving him wild. She could afford to scream her pleasure all she wanted, but he was under the double torture of having to hear those incredibly erotic sounds and not to be allowed to reciprocate. His mind was picturing her, how her fingers would move in between her legs, the skin of her breasts flushed, her hair in a mess on the pillow, blue eyes with a dilated pupil…
"Babe… I'm gonna… Oh God…"
"Yes! Booth, come with me… Want to hear you… Can't wait either… I'm… So… Close…"
She heard him groan her name as he often did when he was reaching her climax, while a powerful orgasm was making her body shake with relief. Even thousands of kilometres away, they were still connected in a way that was beyond her understanding. Incredible.
She took a few gulps of air, trying to calm the tremors in her body. All her muscles felt weak, her body truly spent.
"Well, Agent Booth… Looks like you were right. You took care of my problem."
He chuckled, trying to regain his senses himself. She was unbelievable.
"At your service, ma'm. That mission was really interesting for me."
"I miss you, Booth. Can't wait to be in your arms."
Her voice was sleepy, and her sweet words made him smile. Sex goddess and loving woman all in one package. Amazing.
"Miss you too, babe. I love you. Sleep tight."
And with that they both hung up the phone.
He stayed lost in his thoughts a few moments, his mind taken by his beautiful partner. When he came back on earth, taking in the mess resulting from that lunch break, he sighed. Great, now how am I going to be able to get any work done? I'm only going to be thinking about that.
