I'm so, so sorry for such a long delay, my winter break has been completely insane.
There's no excuse though for leaving you guys waiting, so without further ado, I give you my new chapter. :) I hope you all enjoy!
They each took their own car, and as she drives she thinks how already, this is slightly weird for how they used to be. And yet, since Hannah had come into the picture, this had slowly become the norm. Hannah. Stopping at a light, she hit the wheel and shook her head. Damn it all to fucking hell, she was the fucking other woman. She was the one who stole Booth away from his freakishly perfect live-in girlfriend. She tried to compartmentalize, tried to think of work, of anything but his hands running through her hair, his lips planting kisses up her neck. She took even breaths and turned up the volume on her radio.
He wasn't sure how he ended up at the FBI office, considering how little attention he had been paying on the road. He was looking for a parking space before he realized his shit-eating grin was still in place. The whole ride had been replaying scenes from last night and this morning, and he couldn't help but feel how domestic and perfect it felt to get dressed with Bones in the morning. Right before they had gotten in their respective cars, she had even fixed his tie for him, and there was no way he was going to let her slip out of his hands again. He parked and walked over to the elevator whistling. The doors slid open and he ran into Charlie, who had a similar chipper expression. "Hey, mornin' Charlie, good night last night? You're looking awfully happy." His expression did not change and Charlie laughed at his superior. "Same could be said for you Booth, but yeah, everything's been working out with Sarah. I guess things with Hannah are going great huh?" His smile didn't falter, but he couldn't help but be brought down by the reality of his predicament. What had he done?
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Walking through the Jeffersonian, bag slung over her shoulder and tying up her hair in a ponytail, she saw Angela walking out of her office and fall in step right next to her. "Morning sweetie, I was just checking all my emails and stuff, and well, there's nothing for me to do yet. Anything good sweetie, you look awfully pensive." She weighed the pros and cons of telling Angela while she set her bag down and booted up her computer.
"No, nothing since I saw you yesterday. I don't suppose you thought something life-changing had happened since then? How about you? Anything you would like to share?" Angela looked slightly put-out but she couldn't tell her what had happened. Not now, maybe later on. "No sweetie, but you really should go to that place I told you about last week! The guys are f-i-n-e!" She couldn't help but grin at the fact that she had already had a 'fine' guy go to town on her and man, he had been everything she had waited years for.
The morning passed slowly for both of them, hers more so than his because she didn't have the terrible task of talking to his girlfriend for 15 minutes explaining why he hadn't even stopped home to shower before work. She hung up after a couple of exchanged 'I love yous' and plans made for dinner, and he felt terrible as he whispered words he rather be saying to her. The rest of the time was spent distracted and worked up by the memory of her touch, her smell, her feel. He just wanted to be with her, insides her, kissing her, making love to her over and over. Finally he looked at the clock. It was 11 am, too soon to be taking her for lunch.
Every moral fiber in his being was screaming against every thought passing through his brain. The catholic altar boy in him wanted to run back to Hannah, come clean, apologize, repent, and stop this sordid affair before anyone else got hurt. Damn it if he could only listen to the moral part of him, but the part of him that knew he loved Bones, the part that knew anyone else was just a pale substitute, wouldn't stop screaming at him to go back to her.
"Bones!" His voice sent a wave a pleasure through her body and she gripped her pen harder to control her need to be touching him. "Bones!" God, if only he were crying out her name and fucking her right now. She squirmed in her seat as he approached her door, propping his shoulder against the door, and damn if he didn't look like he was up to something. "Hey Bones, so there's some paperwork down at the Hoover with your name on it. As soon as Charlie finishes writing the small details, we have to go over it and sign the last copies." He looked so damn controlled that she felt foolish at being so on edge and horny as soon as she heard his voice. "Oh, sure Booth. You should have just called I would've driven over there when everything was ready." "Eh, I know, but I needed to get a breather. Besides, I'll take you to lunch after."
She was already collecting her things when the tone of his voice dropped and she felt him slide right behind her. "Boot-" "Shh Bones, come on, I promise it'll be worth-" he ran his hand over her hip, dipping toward her front along her leg, "your wild." He fingers teased her and she had to take a steadying breath to compose herself. "Ok, all ready. Have you let Cam know I won't be in the building?" Booth smiled, "yup Bones, all taken care of." She was glad he was keeping up their normal banter, not hinting at anything more, she couldn't deal with it if he was more flirty than he usually was. He led her out of the Jeffersonian with his hand on the small of her back and she smiled at feeling it back where it had always been after the past couple of months.
Angela was walking over to Hodgin's desk when she looked up to see Brennan being whisked away from the Jeffersonian by none other than Seeley Booth. She smiled; it was good to see them back to before the year break. Now if only Hannah wasn't around they could finally get together…
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Booth pushed Bones up against her door while he fiddled with her own set of keys. He bunched up her shirt up of her abdomen, and ground his hips against hersin a slow circular motion. She broke the kissing to gasp and push herself further into his hold. "Fuck Booth, fuuuuck. Get us-" She moaned as his sucked on the sensitive spot right below her ear, "Fuck. Get us inside nowwww." She grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him against her roughly once before pushing him back slightly. He lips separated from the spot on her neck, and she took the keys out of his hands.
"aw Bones, come on, I was just…" With her back to him he took advantage of putting his hands on her hip and tracing little circles on the skin exposed where her blouse met her pants. She got the door open immediately and she walked away from him and towards her bedroom slowly as he closed the door behind him. "Booth? You coming?" He turned back to look at her and his jaw fell open as he saw her pulling her blouse over her head and then unzip her pants.
"Fuck yeah." He pulled off his tie and threw it across the living room as he rushed up to her, kissing her and hoisting her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He took them to her bed room, throwing her on the bed more forcefully than he usually would have if he wasn't blinded by desperate passion. He quickly pulled down his pants taking his boxer along with them, and she sat up, bringing her fingers up to quickly unbutton his shirt. Once he was naked, he kicked off his shoes and left his bright socks on. He loomed over him her, pulling off her pants and underwear. He kissed down her neck and lingered at her breasts kissing and sucking slightly, flicking his tongue against her right nipple. At her moans and as she pushed up against his mouth, he knew she was ready for him. "Booooooth. Fuck me Boothhhhh I've been imagining you in me all day. All. Fucking. Day."
Her words only spurred him on, and in one swift movement he buried himself in her. His groan and hers mixed in the confines of the room and for a moment, he just looked at her. Their eyes met and through the passion clouding their eyes, they managed to connect and have a moment of seriousness. Then, they snapped out of it and he pulled out of her slowly and almost completely before thrusting all the way back in.
As their passion escalated, so did her cries for him to go faster, deeper, harder, anything really, except for him to stop. He couldn't think of anything except of pleasing her, of riding her, of just blowing both their minds. As they came to their climaxes almost in unison, he briefly felt guilt wash over him and one single thought passed through his brain as he lay over her, both of them panting deeply. How long could they fuel this fire before it consumed them?
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