Disclaimer: As always they are not mine, and yet I still do with them as I please…
WARNING: Sexually explicit content
Temperance opened her eyes, blinking momentarily in the darkness. She could hear his heart in her ear, his breathing beneath her. She was lying on an angle on the bed, using him as a pillow, the comforter was on the floor and at some point he must have covered them with the sheet. A small part of her twinged with the impulse to get up and walk around, maybe do a little writing. As she lay for another moment she realized that she really didn't want to, she was still tired and the warmth and scent of Seeley beneath her was something she really had no desire to leave. It was more habit than anything that was triggering her thoughts to get up and go work. She stretched out her legs, feeling the ache run through her muscles, between the swimming and the sex, she was sore. She smiled to herself, the thought of walking through the Jeffersonian with her thighs still aching from being with him gave her a rush in the pit of her stomach. She searched herself for signs of panic and found only a flicker here and there. It felt good just to be with him like this and she sighed heavily. In the past she had cared about the men she slept with but sex with them was like good exercise, it made her feel good, satisfied her physically and it put a smile on her face but that was all. In the morning she always had awkward moments, she didn't really want anything emotionally from them and when they tried to offer it she ended up annoyed and wanting them to leave so she could go about her day. Every man she had ever had sex with was more attached to her than she was to them.
She had known there was good chemistry between Booth and herself but never imagined that the sex would be like this, actually she never imagined there was sex like this with anyone. It was so intense, her body responded to him in a way that was almost frightening and still somehow addicting. She cared for him more than anyone she had attempted to have a relationship with in the past, she started out as his friend and that made a big difference. Still, she knew something else was happening here, the feeling that welled up in her chest when he looked at her was powerful, there were moments she thought she might drowned in it. She just wasn't ready to think about it yet. She turned on her side and curled up against him; he turned in his sleep and curled up behind her. She pulled the arm that was beneath her against her, clasping his hand in hers. She was smiling softly and wondering how long she would she feel like she just could not get enough of him when she fell back to sleep.
Seeley opened his eyes, adjusting to the early morning light. He was immediately aware of her beside him. She was curled on her side, spooned up against him, his arm was underneath her and she was holding it against her chest. He lifted his head, folding the pillow to give him the elevation to see her face without disturbing her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful; he smiled at the sight of her. The sliver of morning that cut through the drapes sliced across her shoulder, illuminating her skin. He pressed his lips softly to the glowing flesh, moving slowly into the cool shade at the turn of her neck. His free hand lay flat against her abdomen so even though she didn't open her eyes, he knew from the change in her breathing the moment she was awake. He was aware of her soft buttocks pressed against his belly, the back of her thigh against the top of his knee and her feet tucked against him. He began stroking his fingers across her abdomen and had moved his mouth along her neck to her ear when he heard her gasp.
She was drifting through consciousness, floating pleasantly in that twilight state between sleeping and waking. The first thought her brain formed was that there were warm lips moving across her neck, Seeley's lips, waking both her body and her brain at the same time. She stayed still and just followed the sensation, her body warmed, she felt his hand flat against her abdomen, fingers gently flexing. His lips moved to the base of her throat, his tongue licking softly before he began to suck tenderly, when he moved up to her ear she couldn't help but gasp.
She began kissing the knuckles on the hand she was holding, then turning it over she kissed the tip of each finger, sliding her tongue down his middle finger she sucked gently on his palm and smiled as she felt him harden behind her. His hand moved up and cupped her breast, his fingers moving over and around it deftly stroking without ever touching the tightening nipple. She squirmed, needing him to touch her with intent but his torture continued as he moved to her other breast. She was moaning softly, the ache spreading within her down to the pulse between her legs. She began to tremble as his hand hovered over her, his lips kissing up and down the tender line of her neck.
She drew his finger into her mouth, needing to connect with him, running her lips slowly down it, sucking firmly, humming and moaning. She heard him groan loudly in her ear, pressing against her. Suddenly he grasped her nipple, relentlessly rolling it between his fingertips, she cried out against his hand, her body snapping back into him, a throb swelling her clitoris. He stroked her thigh, urging her top leg forward and dipped his fingers into her fiery depths. She clamped her mouth around his finger, moving it in and out of her mouth as he matched her rhythm with his hand inside her. She stopped, and so did he, he felt her smile. She began again, and so did he, she heard his warm chuckle and suddenly she just wanted him, wanted to feel his lips on hers and feel him moving deep inside her. She removed his finger from her mouth and began to turn, disentangling herself from him, feeling him slip his hand from inside her as she turned. She pushed him back onto the bed, a woman filled with intent and vibrating with desire, a woman in need. She pushed his shoulders to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him.
"Hey, hey, what…"
She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest, her face hovering above his and her eyes the deep blue of storming ocean waters. Her voice was a rough whisper when she spoke, "I'd like you to cooperate, but I'll get your handcuffs if I have to, you know I will."
She was smiling at him but he did not doubt the seriousness of her words.
"Not that I have any objection to the handcuffs, but I'll go the cooperation route this time." He barely finished the sentence when her lips descended on his, meeting his open mouth, capturing him. He closed his eyes in surrender as her tongue slipped past his lips, exploring as if it was the first time she had kissed him. His arms came around her, moving down the length of her muscled back, the urgency escalating quickly, he grasped her hips and ground himself up against her. Locking her gaze with his she sat up, pushing off her thighs and reaching between them she eased his penis just inside her, rocking slightly. He gasped and she dropped her weight, sliding her knees out as she went, plunging him into her and forcing the air back out of him in a loud groan. She tilted back and pushed down, making sure he was buried as deeply as he could be. He was looking at her, taking in the entire vision of her above him, radiating her hunger for him. He could hardly breathe.
She took his hands, bending his arms at the elbow she leaned forward and using his forearms for leverage she pushed up off him and then slowly back down. Her chest filled with aching, all her thoughts disintegrating in the heat of this moment leaving only the sensation of how he felt inside her.
"Temperance," her name rolled from him on a growl. She leaned in and brushed her nipples over his chest, kissing him and continuing her agonizing rise and fall above him. Moaning softly herself she rode him, following the rhythm of her own desire and taking him with her. She started to increase her speed as the pressure coiled up inside her, moving faster, and faster, until she felt him stiffen slightly beneath her and knew they were close. She was lost to the feeling, the sweet ache tightening in her walls as she felt him fill her with each stroke. His face etched with the tangled look of agony and pleasure, he started rocking up to meet her. He couldn't take it any more, he released her hands, and she dropped them to his chest as he grasped her hips and slammed himself into her, again, again, again, again, again…he heard her crying out his name, felt her body lock around him, milking him as he came, the muscles clenching and unclenching in waves of spasms within her. He was yelling an incoherent sound of release, rolling it from his chest. He continued to pump against her, his body emptying, the impulse still flexing within him. She lay down on him, trembling hard, her arms around him, her legs still squeezing his sides. She couldn't stop shaking, and couldn't curl against him tightly enough. There were tears slipping from her eyes and a swell of emotion pressing in her chest, she sucked in short breaths trying to calm down and regain control, but it was slipping away from her, she had the strange sensation that she was falling.
He tightened his arms around her, knowing these big feelings were new to her but not knowing what else to do for her. He tipped his head down toward her and began to coo to her softly, "ssshhhhh, it's alright, I've got you. I'm right here, ssshhhhh now, try to take a deep breath, come on, it's okay, just let yourself feel it, let it go, don't try to hold it in Temperance. Sssshhhhh, come on, I know it's overwhelming but it's okay…" He began stroking her back, feeling her start to ease in his embrace, his own chest slowing it's rhythm against her. He lifted her hair away from her neck, letting the air cool and calm her, touching her gently, waiting for her to find herself again.
"Seeley." Her voice was barely there.
"I'm right here, I'll always be right here."
A small smile flashed across her face as he spoke. "Will it always feel this way?"
"You have a lot going on right now, and you've had very emotional issues to deal with so I think some of this is just how you're learning to feel things. Finding your mother, seeing your brother, finding out your father is still alive, some difficult cases at work and now us, that's a whole lifetime of emotions bubbling to the surface. The feelings that belong to us, I hope those always feel this way, but I think you'll work through the rest and find some peace with many of the things that happened in your past. When you have so much emotionally stored away it only takes one thing to bring it all pouring out, but that will get easier, less intense as time goes on. I have seen men in the service go through horrible events without batting an eye. They come home, hug their crying child and suddenly lose it as though a dam has broken and they just can't stop it." She had calmed down, and said nothing as he spoke; just lay listening intently to him. "Do you understand what I mean?" He wanted to be careful, terrified that she would be so afraid of how she felt that she would try to shut back down and this amazing uninhibited woman that she had become would be lost to him. He winced at the pain of the thought.
"I think I do." Her voice was stronger now.
"The good news is that you don't have to go through it alone and the feelings we have for one another will only get stronger. We don't have to get it all figured out in one weekend. Let's just take it one day at a time." He felt her gently turn her head and kiss his chest.
"Thank you."
He kissed the top of her head. "How about we shower and then do something about breakfast? Knowing you, I'm sure you're starving by now." He felt her smile against him. She lifted her head, bringing the brilliant blue of her gaze up to his face, she kissed him delicately on the lips. She peeled herself away from him, gasping as he slid out of her, she climbed into a sitting position on the side of the bed. She felt exposed, more naked than her state of undress implied, vulnerable and she wanted him near her. She mentally recoiled at the thought of needing someone and then recalled Angela's words about how sometimes needing someone can be a sign of strength instead of weakness. Although she didn't totally understand the concept it eased her flash of anxiety.
"We're going out to breakfast, I feel too guilty letting you cook all the time and besides, I know just the place. Come on." She tugged at his hand and stood, walking in all her naked glory to the bathroom. He scrambled to catch up with her, not questioning the silent invitation for him to join her in the shower.
The hot water felt like a gift against her, relaxing her body, the warmth seeping into her tired muscles. Seeley was equally appreciative, standing behind her letting the spray rain down on them for a few moments before moving. He reached for her shampoo, and after filling his hand, gently began to massage it into her hair. He heard her hum in appreciation although she was still compelled to comment.
"I can do that, you know." He laughed at her attempt, knowing that this morning she just didn't want to be alone, didn't trust herself to be alone.
"I know you can, but that doesn't mean you always have to, now and then I can do it for you just because I want to."
She was laughing, "I actually understood that." She was feeling more like herself, his hands in her hair were a luxury she was actually enjoying immensely. Thinking back she realized that only her mother and the shampoo girl at the hair salon had ever washed her hair. It was relaxing, soothing the way his fingers massaged across her scalp, the tension running off her with the shampoo, swirling around their feet and slipping away down the drain.
They moved slowly, sponging one another, soaping and rinsing and touching, leisurely moving over each others body. His penis moved in her hand as she glided the sponge over it and she grinned, wagging her index finger at it and whispering, "breakfast first." He burst out laughing and she looked up at him, blushing slightly.
"You don't think I can listen to my gut but here you are whispering to my penis? Very interesting."
"Well you can't blame me; it has demonstrated the possibility that it has a mind of its own." She was laughing now too and it felt so good to her, actually she noted she felt better than she had in as long as she could remember. They did a final rinse and stepped out, toweling off, brushing their teeth, dressing and working through their individual routines with comfort and ease.
She was putting her shoes on when he came up to her, looking suddenly uncomfortable.
"I'm not really sure how to do this, so I'm just going to ask. Do you want me to leave?" Her shocked expression caused him to continue rapidly. "No, I don't mean it like that, I just mean that I'm going to need clothes and I know this was supposed to be a date that started two days ago and I know you are used to having your own space on the week end and there must be things you need to do or are at least used to doing and I don't want to make assumptions but the truth is that I don't really want to go either so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing but I'm trying to be honest because we said we would communicate with each other." He drew a deep breath, feeling foolish at his outpouring and yet relieved that it had been said. This communicating thing was going to be a little harder than he anticipated.
She still looked surprised but was at least smiling now, "and you tell me I'm the one that needs to learn to just relax?"
He chuckled; she busted him with his own words. Life with her would certainly never be boring.
She took his hand, "how about we talk about it over breakfast?" They walked to the kitchen and she reached for her keys when she heard him from behind her.
"I'll drive."
"I can drive Booth."
"I know you can but you don't have any game credits yet so you can't just decide to drive."
"You don't have any either."
"I'll tell you what, I'll drive to breakfast and then I'll teach you a very quick game called Rock-Paper-Scissors that children have used for hundreds of years to objectively settle disputes. You're going to like it. Deal?" He pulled her against him and her arms curled around his neck as he took a moment to kiss her, lingering as the passion crept upon them, he finally lifted his head. "If we keep this up you're going to have to talk to my penis again." She swatted him on the arm and placed a quick peck on his lips before breaking his grasp. She reached for the front of him then, pulling at the waist of his jeans.
"Well, lets undo these,…" Her eyes were shining, challenging him.
He grabbed her wrists, "okay, okay, enough, let's go get breakfast."
She couldn't suppress the laughter, "okay and I'll let you drive but you have to show me this Stone and Scissors game."
"It's Rock-Paper-Scissors, Bones." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head at him and picking up her bag she headed for the front door.
They strolled out into the parking lot, looking up at about the same time.
"Booth, is that your…"
"What the hell happened?" He flipped open his phone, calling headquarters and explaining that he was looking at his vehicle and someone had done their best to destroy it. As he gave the address he approached the SUV, carefully moving around it, trying not to destroy evidence while they waited for the team to arrive.
"Bones, lets sit in your car and wait, I'd prefer not to be out in the open in case whoever did this is still hanging around." She dug out her key and went and sat in her car, Booth suddenly on alert, looking carefully around, checking windows and rooftops.
"Booth, who would have done this?" There was a slight edge of fear in her voice as they sat staring at the truck.
"Well it had to happen somewhere between last night when we got home and this morning. I don't know for sure if it's random or not, but from the extent of the damage and the rage it would have taken to inflict it, I'm guessing it's personal. This doesn't look like some gang boys out having fun and nothing has been stripped from it so robbery was not the primary motive. My question is, if they were targeting me, what did they want and how did they know I was here unless they followed me here at some point? If they were targeting you then wouldn't they have attacked your vehicle? I have no idea if it's someone from an old case or someone we haven't dealt with at all yet. I really don't know what to think so I'm hoping they left something behind."
Temperance could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn't take her eyes from the vehicle, studying it much the same way she would a new set of bones. All the windows had been smashed out, the head lights had been shattered and the bumpers hit with such force they were on the ground. The body had been dented and caved in from being struck with something hard and heavy, judging from the missing paint she would guess it was metal. The doors had been opened and the window framework pounded into a twisted mess, the tires were shredded, the side view mirrors had been beaten off and were also on the ground.
"Whoever did this was here for a bit of time, in a rage, beating this vehicle into scrap. Why didn't anyone hear or see this happen and if they did, why didn't they report it?"
Booth shook his head, "maybe it was the middle of the night and no one happened through the lot. At that time of night only tenants of your complex would be back here, it's off the main road, behind the building, I suppose it's possible there was just no one around."
"Do you think this was all done by one person?"
"There's no way to tell until we get to really look at it, check out the blows, look for footprints, fingerprints and fibers and hope something comes up. The forensics team will be all over it. We should be prepared, there are going to be a lot of questions."
She froze for a moment and he reached over and took her hand. "Like what?"
"Well it will be standard procedure. They will want to know who else's fingerprints could be on the vehicle, where we have been in the last couple of days, how long the vehicle was parked here, whether we have seen anyone suspicious hanging around, whether we thought we heard any commotion last night and what our recent cases have involved. That's just the beginning, they need to get the big picture of the last few days, you've seen me do it." She was squeezing a little tighter now.
"Are they going to separate us? It's not like we're suspects." He could see her visibly tensing.
"I'll ask them not to, tell them we were on our way out and see if they can't hurry it along. Maybe we can just answer some questions here and then if there's a problem we can go by headquarters tomorrow. If they talk to us together, please, let me do the majority of the answering. Before you protest, it's just to keep it simple and I have an idea of the types of things they are trying to find out." She nodded, watching as two black vehicles pulled into the lot. They got out of the car and walked over to the 4 men that had exited the two vehicles. Three of them headed over to the destroyed vehicle carrying field kits and a tall blond man approached them. He extended his hand and Booth shook it, "I'm agent Seeley Booth and this is Dr. Temperance Brennan."
"I'm agent George Fischer, I'm sure you know the drill. We're going to need some back ground information on this situation. We'll start with the obvious question, do you have any idea who might have done this?"
"No, there are obviously people out there from cases we have worked that might have less than favorable opinions of us, but not anything recent and no one really jumps out at me from the past."
"When was the last time you drove the vehicle?"
Temperance watched the two men interact. George Fischer was older than Booth, tall and lanky, with dirty blond short hair and a face with the ruddy skin and early lines of a man that worked too hard and worried too much. He jotted down notes as Booth answered his questions, nodding attentively. Her eyes moved to Seeley, he was in work mode, his shoulders square, arms folded loosely over his chest. He looked relaxed and confident, talking easily and sometimes gesturing with his hands. He was being honest without divulging any details, protecting their relationship, occasionally asking questions of his own.
"Well as I'm sure you know the first problem will be determining if this was personal or random." He sighed heavily, turning to Temperance as she spoke for the first time.
"Mr. Fischer, wouldn't it be logical to conclude that given the amount of damage and the rage it would have taken to inflict it, this was definitely personal?"
"We will begin by looking at all the possibilities, I assure you and hopefully in their rage they left something behind to give us some clue. In the meantime, I have a signed requisition for agent Booth to be issued another car but that won't be until tomorrow morning. It won't be an SUV, they want you in something a little less obvious. I would lay low for a couple of days until the forensics reports come back just to be safe, because there was no direct threat to your lives we aren't going to put you in a safe house but I would strongly advise a change in your regular routine. Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan, I'll be in touch with you tomorrow, oh and agent Booth your personal belongings from the vehicle will be delivered to headquarters some time tomorrow afternoon." He was nodding at them and shook both their hands before going to join the men still working on the SUV.
"Come on Bones, I guess you do get to drive after all. Let's go to breakfast and strategize." As they were getting in the car the tow truck entered the lot to pick up the truck. She drove, heading onto the freeway and out to the edge of the city.