Bathing Beauty Chapter 11
Warning: Sexually explicit material, rated M.
A/N: Yet another chapter with just the two of them, hmmmm…eventually they will have to run into Cam and the rest of the squints, just…not yet. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading. As always comments are welcome.
Several blocks from Booth's apartment he becomes aware there's a problem. The traffic lights are off and the entire neighborhood is dark with a power outage. The streets are crowded with the delays at intersections that are now four way stops. The traffic, the dark buildings and the storming skies are causing Booth conflicting signals as to the precise time of day. He glances at his watch and is surprised that it's 7:30 at night, the traffic looks like six and the sky looks like ten. He moves slowly along, turning the heat up a notch against the chill. Temperance has her seat tipped back and has her eyes closed but he knows she's not fully asleep. She's hovering in that twilight place where reality sounds like the activities of neighbors heard through the window on a Summer day. He wants to touch her, to lure her body back to the present, to an awareness of him. He watches the shadows from the rain on the window play across her skin in the fading light and has a sudden desire to be moving his mouth over her, capturing the illusion. He pictures her lying nude on a dark bed beneath a window in the rain with this moving shadow of dripping water cast all over her. He could hold his hand above her breast, causing the rain to appear on his skin and the shadow of his hand to appear on her. He would like to make love to her in this place he sees in his head, he finds the images highly erotic and he's not even sure why. For a man that is not deeply creative all he knows is that this is an unusual fantasy for him but he's strongly drawn to it and it has made him achingly hard as tangible proof. He touches himself briefly as he moves down the block to the back of the next line, a good half a mile from the next intersection.
He stretches his arm across the back of the seat and strokes her cheek with his fingertips. A corner of her mouth lifts with the hint of a smile. His fingers trail down her neck, dragging lightly over her skin with a lazy desire infused in his touch. He wants to be home where he can touch her with his whole body.
The heat from his fingers lingers on her chest and she opened her eyes to look at him. He's watching the road, inching along with the traffic, his expression that of someone whose mind is clearly somewhere else and to know where, all you have to do is follow his arm to her breast. She watches the desire move across his strong profile and his smile appears as she arches her back, effectively rubbing her breast into his palm. They're no longer admiring each other; they're equally engaged and aware. Her hand covers his and squeezes it around the full flesh of her breast as she turns her body toward him on the seat.
"How far are we from your place?" Her voice is sleepy, sexy sleepy and she could sit up and see exactly where they are but at the moment she is far too content to move.
"We're a long block away from the parking lot but we're stop and go in traffic because the traffic lights are down with a power outage so I'd say ten minutes."
"Is the sidewalk clear?" She's only half kidding and he actually glances over to check the possibility of trying it. There isn't anyone walking and the truck would fit inside the line of parking meters, not only that but the next tree isn't until after his driveway so the path is unobstructed. The comment suddenly becomes a suggestion and he slides his hand from beneath hers to ease the car over toward the curb. He maneuvers the truck carefully up the curb and down the sidewalk and she sits up, watching in disbelief. The faces in the vehicles he's passing are a mixture of anger, surprise and envy but it's her expression of shock and…well delight, that captivates him. At that moment she could be a five year old that has just been handed an ice cream sundae, or since this is Temperance, a five year old that has just been handed a microscope. His grin is ear to ear as he turns into the drive and heads to his parking space.
"That was a brilliant idea." He's laughing, so pleased with himself and so genuinely happy to be home he can't contain it. She is laughing now too, and popping her seat back up so they can gather their things and get inside. As soon as he cuts the engine she can feel the cold wind lapping at her legs from the seams around the door. She's glad that at least the rain has stopped momentarily.
"Seeley, there isn't going to be heat in your apartment, it's going to be freezing in just a few hours. We should just go to my place." She's tightening her coat around her as she speaks and gathers her bags but pauses to look expectantly at him.
"I know but I need to get some things for the weekend and it'll be warm for a while, besides, I'd like to give the traffic some time to clear. If the power hasn't come back on by then we'll head over to your place. I have extra flashlights in the back that we'll have to grab when we jump out, okay?" From the look of the area that didn't have power on the drive in Seeley was fairly sure his wouldn't be coming back on any time soon.
"I have an emergency radio in my field kit, I'll get that too so we can track what's happening." With that said she is all business, out of the car and inside the tailgate rummaging around before he can form a word of response.
She winces against the wind, surprised at how easily it cuts through her clothing and causes her to shiver deep within herself. She has her flashlight and the radio and is ready to go but Booth is just getting to his gear. She looks up and is captured by the beauty of the night sky, the wind has left it cloudless and without the glare of city lights its velvety depths is dense with stars.
"The view is remarkable tonight." She utters it as a statement to herself more than a comment to him so she jumps a little when she feels his lips against her neck. He kisses her softly, moving up to her ear, the warmth of his breath sending chills across her skin.
"The view is stunning." He pulls back and looks at her and she knows his comment has nothing to do with the crystal clear sky sparkling above them and everything to do with her. Despite the cold she feels the heat flush her cheeks and despite herself she smiles. Shaking her head she turns toward his building and they head inside to the warmth.
They arrive at the apartment with ease and Booth is grateful for the emergency lights in the halls and stairways that kick in whenever there's a power outage. His apartment is still warm and what little natural light there is coming from the windows is enough to be able to move around without bumping into furniture.
He's a step ahead of her on his way to get candles when he feels her hand grab his wrist and pull him back toward her. She presses her body full against him and closes her mouth over his in a kiss. Her lips are gentle and passionate, her tongue sliding against his in a slow stroke. She's thinking that she really just wants a nice long taste of him, like a tall glass of cool water when you're really thirsty, but that doesn't work. She isn't at all sated, in fact, her thirst is growing. She moans softly just as she pulls away from him, tucking her face in the curve of his neck she presses her cold nose into him.
"I'm freezing." His hands are moving up and down her arms in an effort to warm her.
"Come on, let me make you some tea and get you warmed up while we're here." She's about to remind him that there isn't any power but he's moving away from her and gestures for her to sit down as he hurries down the hall into the darkness. She pulls out a chair and sits at the dining table, wondering what he's doing. When he returns a few moments later his arms are full of things that she can't quite make out in the dim light. He sets his pile on the counter and turns to her, pulling a blanket from over his shoulder.
"Take off your coat." His voice is soft and seems to her to float in the semi darkness. She shrugs the coat off her shoulders and tosses it to the chair behind her and as she turns back he's standing in front of her wrapping the blanket around her. He kisses her gently on top of the head before turning back to the counter. She watches him quickly pop open a can of solid fuel and light it, setting a wire frame carefully over it and then repeating the process. He fills two pans with water, one large and one smaller and sets them over the flames while Temperance watches in amazement. He sets several candles around the kitchen, lighting them as he goes and then turns off his flashlight and gets out mugs to make them some tea. The room dances with the pulse of flames from every reflective surface, the movement giving the feel that it's now alive with light.
He pulls the milk quickly from the fridge and shuts the door. "If the power is still out when we're ready to go to your place I'll pack a cooler of stuff from my fridge so it doesn't go bad. The items in the freezer should be good for a couple of days but hopefully it'll be back on before then." The water in the small pot is boiling so he turns and makes their tea but he is also fussing with something else she can't see from the larger pan of water. He delivers her steaming mug into her waiting hands and patiently waits for her to take a few burning sips before setting it down.
"Open your shirt." He's smiling and holding something behind his back so she hesitates and he looks at her with his brows arched in question, waiting. She lets go of the blanket and slowly unbuttons her shirt, watching his face as her breasts come into view. He kneels in front of her and lightly kisses the smooth swell of flesh that rises from the dark edge of her bra. Then he presses something wrapped in beige flannel against her and wraps her shirt around it, closing two of the buttons to hold it against her torso. As she shifts in her seat she feels it move and the warmth radiating from it is suddenly everywhere against her. He then tucks the blanket around her and kisses her forehead.
A look of genuine surprise lingers on her face. "A hot water bottle? Where did you get a hot water bottle?" She can feel the water in it moving against her stomach as she speaks and she smiles softly. The heat from it is spreading under the blanket and it feels so good to finally be warm that she leans forward and kisses him. "Thank you, it's working already."
"I've had it for years, my grandmother always used it when I was sick or cold and I use it mostly for Parker but on really cold nights I do throw it under the blankets of my bed a few minutes before I get in to warm things up, then I move it down by my feet to keep them toasty. I find I sleep better if I go to sleep warm."
She's staring at him as if he has two heads.
"What?"
"It's so old fashioned, I just never pictured you as the hot water bottle type of guy." She's smiling a little.
"What's that supposed to mean? What type of guy do you think uses a hot water bottle?"
"One who's 32, has a job title that includes the word assistant and still lives with his mom." She's laughing now, harder as his expression changes.
"You have been spending entirely too much time with Angela. There's nothing wrong with a hot water bottle." He's sounding childish but defensive and yet he's still amused by her so he can't really muster up any anger.
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. It certainly works well and personally I think it's rather endearing that you use one. I can see why it brings you a sense of comfort." His look is still a bit pouty but he's drinking his tea and watching her.
"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" His question is prompted by his own stomach growling.
"You aren't even inconvenienced by the power being out are you?" She's impressed with how simply and efficiently he goes about what he needs to do.
"I'm an avid camper and I was a boy scout, so I'm prepared for every situation." He flashes her that smile again and it does more for her warmth than the blanket. "Are you warming up? Because if you're still cold we're supposed to strip down to our underwear and get in the same sleeping bag to share body heat so you don't get hypothermia." He's chuckling as he approaches her.
"Really? And as a scout you'd be willing to make that sacrifice just to save me from freezing?" Her voice has dropped and he's now standing right in front of her.
"Absolutely."
She drops the blanket off her shoulders and sets the hot water bottle on the table. The front of her is damp from the moist heat, her skin now red with warmth. His penis tightens as he looks at her, marveling at her beauty, how incidentally it presents to him and how unaware she is of her own affect. "That's an impressive sense of duty you have there." Her eyes drop to his erection as she speaks and he laughs softly.
He is reaching for her as she's standing to come to him so all at once she's in his arms. He kisses her deeply, nudging her lips with his tongue as it passes in to taste more of her. He nips her bottom lip, allowing her to get just a breath of air before sinking back into her. His hand is inside her open shirt, smoothing the skin of her back as his fingertips trace the line of her spine. He feels the desire burning through him, knows it has been simmering just below the surface all day. He unbuttons and unzips her pants because he needs to feel the heat of her. His hand slides in, past her underwear and over her damp curls to where the steaming slick flesh folds around his fingers, drawing him in deeper. She gasps against his mouth and pushes her hips toward him. He drops his shoulder and curls his wrist, pushing two, then three fingers as far into her as her body allows. He strokes every ridge of her walls as they give against his entrance and contract around his movements. A loud moan rolls from her chest as his fingers work a steady rhythm inside her. It's happening so fast, her body is hungry for his touch and responding to him with alarming intensity. She can hardly think, her knees are giving out and she clutches onto his shoulders, his shirt bunched in her fists. He tips her back, tightening the arm around her waist and lifting her slightly so her hips come up over the edge of the table. He pauses to push her pants and underwear down her hips just enough to give him room and he slides his thumb up so every stroke of his fingers he hits her clit with it. She breaks the kiss, heaving for air and his hand goes into high speed, a blur of movement pumping into her. He drops his head and bites her nipple through the thin silk of her bra and that finishes her. She cries out a long low sound as the orgasm rips through her, her legs pushing off the floor, her back arching up, her fists pressing against him.
His hand is soaked with her and he eases it out to push her pants the rest of the way off of her. She kicks her legs, pushing off her shoes and assisting him in freeing her from the garment. He quickly undoes his own pants and pushes them down and off his feet with his shoes and socks. She opens her eyes, still clutching his shirt, the arm around her waist moves up her back and tilts her up a little so she can see clearly as he steps between her legs and sinks into her still pulsing body. She whimpers as her knees snap against him and her hips push with surprising force against him. He groans at the feeling of her clenched tightly around him, her muscles hot and throbbing down to the base of him. He slides his other arm around her and suddenly scoops her up, tipping her weight onto him so there is not a breath of space between them. She rocks her body up against him and locks her ankles behind him sighing in satisfaction at having him here, so deep within her, once again.
She uncurls her fingers from his shirt and shifts in his arms, he's holding her up, one hand spread on her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades. She can feel the expanse of his open hands, his palms hot and his fingers pressing into her flesh and she knows he has her. She watches his dark eyes watching her as she slips her shirt off her shoulders, unclasps her bra and discards it on the floor. Sliding her arms around his neck she pushes his shirt out of the way and rests her cheek against his shoulder. She can feel his heart hammering against her and almost taste the desire as she breathes in the scent of them. She wants this one moment, with him as much a part of her as possible, to last forever. She's coherent enough to know the thought scares her and strangely comforts her at the same time. She contracts her muscles hard around him and hears him gasp, so she does it again and kisses his neck gently.
He's going to lay her back on the table but the table's hard so he turns toward the bedroom opting for the softer bed, leaving the flickering lights of the kitchen behind them. She is tipping her hips and clenching her muscles and he can't make his lungs expand with air. Her hand is stroking the back of his head and she's working her mouth over a spot on his neck that he feels all the way down to his balls. He sits on the edge of the bed in the dark and she unhooks her legs. He immediately rolls them and pulls slowly out of her, waiting for her eyes to find his before sinking back in to her. She tightens her hand into a fist in his hair as he strokes into her again. He drops his gaze, moves his mouth down the front of her to her breast. He closes his hot mouth over her tight nipple and her small cooing sounds become moans. He picks up his pace, pumping hard against her now and she tips up her hips arching into him in response. He moves to her other nipple pulling it between his lips and moaning as her nails find the flesh of his back. The pleasure is rushing through her and her body is desperately seeking release as she rocks herself against him. Her heels find substance on the mattress and she pushes up, his pelvis is now striking her clit and all finesse is gone. The sound coming from him is guttural as he slams into her, the force of her breaking orgasm pushes both of them away from the mattress as she arches. She is crying out as the waves crash through her and he continues to pump into her, the warmth of him filling her belly. Her body keeps going, clenching and spasming around him, and she holds on, letting the feelings carry her.
He knows they've been lying there for a long time and he thinks he must be getting heavy on her but she hasn't moved. His senses have finally returned to normal, his eyes can focus again and the rushing has receded from his ears so he can hear. He turns slightly and begins to lift himself away from her but she pulls him back against her.
"Don't move." She wants to tell him that she likes the weight of him on her, that it's more than being kept warm, something about having him above her makes her feel secure after a multiple orgasm that feels like it tore her apart. She wanted this, all day this was what she was thinking about, this was her goal. She had a different plan for how it was going to happen but that didn't really matter, she could save those plans for another day. Her feet are getting cold, the air in the apartment is starting to cool but she doesn't want him to leave her. She moves her hands down his back and his skin is cold, she strokes over his ass and holds onto his cheeks. She wonders briefly how long he would lie here getting colder and colder before he would say something to her. "Seeley, you're freezing, let's get up and get dressed so we can go to my apartment and I'll warm you up there. I'll even let you bring your hot water bottle."
She can feel him laughing against her. "What exactly is your technique for warming me up?" He's easing himself off of her and the chill in the room settles completely around him.
"Vigorous repetitive sexual activity." She stretches her legs and sits up on the edge of the bed, springing up and walking naked toward the kitchen to gather her clothes just as he reaches for her. She hears him gasp in the dark behind her and smiles as she begins to dress. In the dim light of the two candles still burning he can see the goose bumps on her skin so he rubs her arms as he comes up behind her.
He kisses her bare shoulder and she turns and places a light kiss on his lips before continuing with her clothes. He takes the hint that she means business. "I'm going to go put some jeans on and grab some clothes from my bedroom. There's a cooler in the front closet if you want to throw some of the food from the fridge in it after you're dressed so we can get out of here." He feels like she has pulled away from him but hopes it's just her haste to get going.
"Okay, I can handle that." She flashes him a smile but still it feels off to him and he can't imagine why because just twenty minutes ago he felt more connected to her than he has anyone in his entire life. Temperance turns on the radio and gets the cooler. She listens to the news long enough to know the power will be down until sometime Saturday afternoon. She turns it off and begins packing perishables into the cooler, it doesn't take long, Seeley doesn't have that much that would spoil. She drinks her tea even though it's now cold and waits for him.
She wants to tell herself all this only started a few days ago but she knows the emotional part of it started right after she met him. It helps her rationalize how she feels, helps her explain the weight and magnitude of it. She is embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that she wants him again, but she does. The feeling of him being inside her is so incredible, so intense that she almost has to keep returning to it to be convinced that the feeling's real. It scares her, those few moments when she has no control, when she doesn't know the sound of her own voice crying out. It scares her and yet it feels freeing like the dreams she has where she can fly, terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She has an urge to discuss all this with him but has no idea how.
"Bones, are you ready?" He has appeared before her, looking as sexy as ever, with that damn grin on his face and the gentlest look in his eyes. She looks at him, unable to stop the smile that breaks on her face in answer to him.
"Yes, cooler's all packed and we're ready to go." He steps up to her and tilts her chin until she is looking him in the eyes.
"Temperance, what's wrong?" Her eyes are wide with surprise but he can see the apprehension in her.
"Nothing for you to worry about, I'm just working some things out, thinking them through." She tries to look confident and reassuring.
"Oh no you don't, I know you and given the time you'll logic yourself right out of this whole relationship with me before it's even had a chance to begin. So let's get to your place, get something to eat and talk through whatever it is that has you trying to think it through. Okay?" His brow is raised in question so she nods in response, wondering how it is he can read her so well. He puts his duffle bag over his shoulder and lifts the cooler while she blows out the candles and together they make their way in the dark.
