Here's the next chapter. Oh, I forgot to say in my last author's note – WOO for 50 reviews! Thanks heaps. I watched 'The Prince & Me' the other night, and that is partly what gave me the idea for this.
I hope you get better soon, Jess :)
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Teachers always said that concentration was the key to good work, and that good work was the key to success. If that were true, it would mean that to succeed, you must be able to concentrate. It is a skill that can be mastered, though for some, it will remain something they will never learn.
Tempe had always been good at concentrating. She could quite easily block out the sound of the television or radio, when Russ refused to turn down the volume. She manages to complete all of her class work, during class, even when the rest of her peers were causing havoc and yelling and screaming across the room. If she had to get something done, she had the rare skill that she could focus on just that, until she had finished. That's how she'd always been. That's how she probably would always be.
Though today proved to be different.
The point of a library, is that it is quiet. In a library, there should be no reason to have to block out noise and distractions.
Booth had arrived there at about the same time as her, completely willing to just sit there as she did her English assignment. She was in the middle of trying to find a word in the dictionary when it started. At first it was just him taking her hand in his, nothing out of the ordinary, and lacing their fingers together atop his leg. Being something he did all the time, Tempe thought nothing of it, and continued on with her work. But when his free hand started to draw lines up and down her arm, her unwavering concentration began to falter. Goosebumps trailed after his light touch, and very soon, her arm was covered in them.
Glancing over at him quickly to find his broad smile looking back at her, she asked, "what?"
"What? Nothing," he replied, looking confused for a moment.
"Oh, okay, never mind," she said, returning to her work, though her concentration levels were even lower after seeing that smile.
It was then that Tempe became aware of their proximity; their limbs pressed against each other, side by side, leaving not even an inch of airspace. She could now feel his breath on her neck, as he sat there, simply looking at her, and felt shivers run down her spine. Being this close to him, though they had been much closer, did some funny things to her. Her own heartbeat became so loud in her ears and an odd feeling in her stomach erased all traces of thoughts about homework. The movement of his fingers running along her fair skin made her skin go cold, whilst at the same time, it felt as like she was burning.
"Why do you keep looking at me?" she whispered, knowing that giving into his gaze and looking at him was a bad idea.
"What? He asked. "I can't admire my beautiful girlfriend without a reason?" He noted the change in her expression at the word 'beautiful', a slight blush colouring her cheek, and then leant over to press a kiss to it. The blush crept further up and became a different shade of rose altogether.
She didn't reply, and although she was looking at it, she was unable to continue with her work. Booth was too much of a distraction; nothing distracted her. Since when did something like that, like Booth, affect her so much to the point that she was incapable of working. The light touch of his lips against her cheek had sent her stomach into a frenzy; proving her point.
He was so close that when he whispered, "why did you stop working?" his lips brushed against the corner of hers.
"Damn it, Booth," she muttered, shutting her eyes.
"What did I do?" Booth said, a shocked expression on his face, completely oblivious to was effect he was having on her.
"What didn't you do?" she retaliated, noting a smile toy at the corner of his lips as she said this.
"Let me see," he whispered, grazing his lips across her jaw to press a kiss just beneath her ear. "I didn't do this," another kiss to her shoulder, "or this," in the hollow of her neck, "or this," one just under her jaw line, "or th-"
"Are you trying to piss me off?" Tempe asked, frustrated at Booth's teasing; which was seemingly becoming his trademark.
"No, but if you want me to stop..." he trailed off, leaning away from her and back into his chair, only staying there for an instant before she leant over to him and pressed her lips to his. Tempe not being one for public shows of affection, this stunned Booth into almost falling backwards in his chair at her sudden move on him.
"I don't want you to stop," she whispered in his ear. Leaning away from him, she began to pack up her books and repack her back, as if nothing had happened. She walked away for a moment as she went to return books on 'Modern Literature of Today' and 'The Use of the English Language' on their respectful shelves. Slinging her backpack onto one shoulder, she held out her hand to him, and the moment her took it and was out of his seat, she had began to pull him along beside her. The mischievous smile she wore as she led him throughout the library, turning this way and that in amongst the towering shelves of books. The sound of the library phone ringing and the rush of traffic as the entrance doorway opened and closed became distant as he realised just how big this library was. He'd been living in the area for more than two-thirds of his life, and had never been in further than the lobby.
He was completely oblivious to what she was doing, confused really. That was until she dropped her bag to the floor suddenly and instantly connected her lips with his, the heat and tension she'd been trying to hold back before, escape. Hands moving around his neck, she pulled herself closer to him and he simultaneously wrapped his arms around her waist.
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