Disclosure: Still not mine, yet I am still doing what please…
Warning: mildly sexually explicit
Authors note: Thanks for the reviews, I'll keep going. This is a bridge chapter, when you feel the shift in the story. Let me know what you think.
"How about we order some room service?" He knew she was starving and food would be her next thought.
"I thought we might walk somewhere near by, you know get out for a minute or two." She did want to walk around but in truth she would be just as content to stay inside for the evening. They had been out for a good part of the day. She curled her hand into a fist and tapped it against the palm of her other hand, a signal between them to play the Rock-Paper-Scissors game for a decision. "Two out of three." He smiled at her as they each tapped their hands and in rapid succession.
"Room service it is then. Teaching you to play that may be the smartest thing I've ever done."
"I do like it, it's so quick and efficient, but the smartest thing you've ever done? That's a big statement." She leaned over him as she spoke, reaching for the room service menu sitting on the nightstand. He lifted his head, quickly darting out his tongue and catching her nipple as it went by him. She gasped in surprise, sitting back next to him and smiling down at him.
"It's just a figure of speech Bones. What are we going to order?"
"Why say it if it isn't true?"
He smiled, "it's exaggeration used for effect to get your point across, like hyperbole. It's not that you mean it literally, it's just that at that moment you want to express yourself with as much impact as you feel."
"Hhmmm, I'll have to remember that." He watched her, the hum of contemplation causing a flutter in his chest. Her brow creased in concentration as she studied the menu, her stomach growled in hunger.
She went to hand him the menu and he smiled, "you can just order for me."
"Booth I can't order for you, I have no idea what you want." She was surprised by his suggestion.
"You have eaten a couple of hundred meals with me over the last year, just make an educated guess. Look at the menu and tell me what you would order for me and I'll tell you if I agree." He watched her look over the menu with renewed interest, her hair falling about her face, her skin glowing as the golden light from the last of the day bathed her from the window. He loved her, this beautiful creature, with her hands dancing over the page deciding what she would feed him, her eyes as blue as the horizon behind her. It terrified him, the more he loved her the more he had to lose if something were to happen to her, he was doomed already, he would never survive it.
She looked up from the menu, surprised by the dark look of anguish on his face, "Seeley, what's the matter?"
At hearing her softly say his name he blinked back to the moment, "nothing, there's nothing the matter. What are we having?" Like the flick of a switch, his smile was back, beaming at her. She stared at him for a moment, reading him to see if he really was fine, reaching out her hand she stroked his stubbled jaw, letting the soft hair brush against her palm.
"Okay, I'm having the salmon with lime pesto and I think for you it will be the steak, medium rare, pink but not too bloody, baked potato with both butter and sour cream, the summer vegetable mix and salad with Ranch dressing. What do you think?"
He was chuckling warmly, "I think that's exactly what I would have chosen myself. See you know me better than you think." She was oddly pleased by his remark and smiled herself as she called down the order, adding a nice bottle of wine and some coffee for later. When she hung up the phone, she told him it would be 30-40 minutes before the food arrived. Getting up from the bed she pulled on his t-shirt and wiped off the table before setting up her laptop. He started laughing and she shot him a look.
"Don't want the table smelling like sex while you're trying to work?"
"I'm not setting up to work and the table is not nearly as distracting as you lying there naked. I thought I would flip through my calendar from last year and see if anyone from our previous cases catches our attention."
"Do you want me to get dressed?" He had his eyebrow raised, waiting. She took a moment, letting her eyes move slowly up and down the length of him stretched casually across the bed. He was in incredible shape, well defined, his tan skin stopping at the line from his bathing suit where the trail of hair down his abdomen led to his penis. She watched in amazement as it stirred slightly as though being awakened be her stare. She shifted her eyes back up his chest, noting the marks from her mouth and nails, recalling the taste of him and the way each of his muscles felt moving under her hands. When she looked at his face he was smiling at her and to her surprise, blushing.
"Certainly not on my account, but I suggest before the room service arrives you might throw something on or the delivery guy is in for a shock." She was laughing at the thought.
"I'm sure at a hotel in downtown Washington D.C., the room service team has probably seen much worse."
"Oh, I'm sure they have too." She was still chuckling as she began to read to him some of the names associated with the cases of the last year. There were more than either of them originally realized and going through them was really a very good idea on her part. They discussed possibilities until the food came and Booth leapt up, fumbling to quickly pull on a pair of sweats before answering the door while she bent over with laughter at the realization that he had, in his haste, put them on backwards. She wiped off the table again, pulled the cart up next to it and began setting them a place to eat while he got himself situated. She closed the laptop and set it aside deciding they could just enjoy each others company during dinner and walk through possible suspects later.
The food was excellent and the meal passed quickly as they ended up talking about the old cases anyway, laughing over some of the things they had done and still arguing over others. The wine was gone and they were both feeling quite content, having derived lists of people they felt could have wanted to harm one of them, people that had reason to be angry at one of them and people that Booth's famous gut said just couldn't be trusted. Temperance sent the list to her e-mail at work so she could have the files pulled in the morning. After putting out the dinner cart and getting clothes ready for work they made their coffee and piled all the pillows against the back of the bed, climbing in and flipping on the television. Booth moved rapidly through the channels looking for something to watch, he found The Davinci Code could be ordered from the front desk and called down, deciding that it would be interesting for the two of them.
Temperance placed a request for a wake up call to the front desk, pulled on a pair of underwear and sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't really sure what to do with herself and all the events of the past few weeks were starting to seep into her brain, love, lust, fear, shock, loss and grief all swirling around the floor of her thoughts, gathering. Booth turned off the lights and set the television station, having noticed her stillness he climbed into the bed, fluffed the pillows and sat back. He knew she was suddenly feeling overwhelmed, it had happened to him earlier.
"Temperance, it's much more comfortable over here." She turned to look at him, his chest bare, his hair still tousled, he gently patted the spot next to him on the bed. She moved up and leaned back against the pillows. "Don't try to think about all of it tonight, it's too much. We can start to sort everything out tomorrow, together. Right now, we're going to watch a movie. Okay?" She leaned into him, settling into the crook of his arm.
"Okay." Her voice still seemed a little fragile.
"You know I get overwhelmed too. It comes in waves and you just have to ride it out."
"Does everybody?"
"Yes, to different degrees, some people cope better than others but most people would agree that you do better if you learn to talk about how you feel, that way too much doesn't get built up. It's like a pressure cooker, every now and then you have to let off a little steam to keep from blowing the lid off." He gave her a gentle squeeze and felt her relax fully against him. He started the movie and in no time they were both caught up in it.
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"Hodgins should never see that movie, it will confirm half his conspiracy beliefs and make him completely intolerable."
"What did you think of it? Did you like it?"
"I thought it was very interesting, some of it far fetched but most of it was actually in line with my own beliefs. Religion, throughout history has really been a collection of stories, no more actual than the ones you read to Parker at night. They were used to explain that which man could not understand, they were never meant to be historic. It's probably closer to the truth than most actual research out there, but people will never accept it, they need the religious structure as a moral crutch."
"Is that how you see religion, as a crutch?" He was careful in his question because he knew they had different beliefs here.
"For most people, yes, and religion as define by organized religion, definitely. What did you think of it?"
"Well I find it interesting that something so important in many peoples lives may have been based on a lie. Although I'm sure there has been a lot of deceit within the Catholic church, I think they started out organizing without malice. Personally I find religion to be a much more individual event, I am more inclined to believe in a private relationship between a man and his God. I have found that things start to go wrong when you try to apply a universal type of thinking across a group of people. I really enjoyed the movie though." He yawned, stretching his arms above him, a shudder running through his chest, through her.
"Does it bother you that we don't have the same religious beliefs?" Her voice was softer, not accustomed to asking him these types of questions about himself.
"No, not at all, we have different beliefs on a lot of things. I think as long as any two people respect each others beliefs they don't have to agree all the time. If we agreed on everything, well, that would be boring." She felt him yawn again.
"Good. We should go to sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow." She rose from the bed and headed into the bathroom, washing up and brushing her teeth, only taking a few minutes. He was in and out right behind her. She came up to him, still feeling hesitant, as though he was off limits, forbidden. She reached up and rubbed her hand across his jaw, caressing his weekend growth. "You didn't shave, I thought the FBI required your clean cut look."
"They do, but I thought I'd wait until morning, you seem to like it." There was that sparkle in his eye as he spoke, pressing his chin back into her hand.
"I do, very much." She looked him in the eyes, warmed by the expression there. "What are we doing Booth?" His hand was trailing down her arm, tracing the hot flow of blood to the pulse point at her wrist.
"I don't know." Her heart was pounding, and as his fingers trailed lazily back up she felt her body waking up, her skin warming and tightening in response to him.
"I'm asking you a serious question." Her voice had dropped and he could see her struggling between her arousal and the churning of her endless thoughts.
"I'm giving you a serious answer," his hand moved to her waist, coming up and grazing the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened against his t-shirt, appearing before his eyes. "I don't know what we're doing, it's past dating, it's beyond making love," his fingers slid beneath her breast and an ache settled behind her nipples, leaking liquid desire into a pool between her legs, "it isn't anything I've experienced before." His thumb began circling her areole, feeling the dark skin pucker beneath the thin fabric, he moved with agonizing slowness as his fingers sank into the tender flesh. Her knees felt weak and a breathy sound escaped her. "I honestly don't know what it is we're doing but I'm certain that I love you and whatever this is, I don't want to stop." His words were drawn out, mirroring the rhythm of his fingers. He suddenly grasped the tight bud and rolled it firmly, her body lurched and a small cry escaped her lips as she felt a flash of wet heat tear through her center and into her depths. He leaned close enough for her to feel his breath against her ear as he whispered, "do you?"
She wanted to answer him but her body was commanding all her attention and her words would not form. He tightened the pressure on her nipple, sliding down the edge between screaming pleasure and pain. Her body jerked again, her stomach tightening as a long moan escaped her and her womb pulsed in need.
His voice came through the fog of her desire, like the feint rumbling of thunder in the distance, thick with the promise and relief of rain. "Do you want me to stop Temperance?" His hand trembled with the effort of restraint; the sound of his blood rushing filled his ears. Every time he touched her, her whole body answered, it was so intensely sexual he could feel the charge directly to his loins each time his fingers moved over her. In one stroke, her breathing became shallow, her pulse raced, her skin tightened, her body became warm and wet and yielding. In one stroke.
She inhaled deeply, pushing the words out on the next breath, "no, don't ever stop." He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, the only light was the blue screen of the television capturing him in its cast. It reminded her in that instant of the full moon in the desert on the back porch of the cabin in which Angela lay grieving, she had been studying his profile in the night, wondering at his presence. He had not hesitated to show up, to offer whatever she needed from him.
The light danced over him as he eased her up, pulling the t-shirt from her body and laying her back against the pillows. His eyes raking down her body, her scalp tingled, her body hummed with anticipation, her toes curled. He slid her underwear down her legs, letting his fingers glide along the silky length of them on the way. She was tugging on his sweats so he stood and pushed them to the floor, unable to drag his eyes from her.
He climbed into bed next to her, his look so intent it made her shiver. He made love to her then, letting go of all his apprehension and allowing his body to express every urge he had harbored for the last year, silently dissolving the last of her defenses. Her body answered him, letting him in, releasing herself to him until there was nothing left of her that he didn't know, hadn't touched. He made her cum with his mouth, his hands and finally his body until she had no where left to hide and in their final release the sounds that filled the room were pure, visceral.
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The sound of the phone was brutal. Temperance sat up, grabbing the receiver and confirming that they were indeed awake. Booth groaned next to her, unable to believe that it was already time to get up, it seemed he had just fallen asleep a short time ago. She stretched beside him, feeling the pleasant ache through her body from the nights activities, tired in the most satisfying way. He leaned across her, picking the phone up he called down for coffee and a Danish tray.
After hanging up the phone he paused and kissed her lightly, "good morning." He was grinning, unable to contain himself. She smiled back, pleased with how comfortable she felt even in the harsh light of morning.
"Good morning. I'm glad you waited to shave." She was blushing at the implication of her own words. He pulled back the covers and looked at her body; the mark of his presence seemed to be everywhere, left easily in their passionate state on her delicate skin. She should have been embarrassed by his bold inspection of her naked body but instead it felt natural, intimate.
He gently touched a red spot near her breast, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?" He was disturbed that he may have harmed her, was already coiling his anger at himself when she spoke.
"I'm not and no, it doesn't hurt, it's a little sensitive but not enough for me to register a complaint. It can't be any worse than those," she gestured toward his shoulder where red lines from her nails trailed across his shoulder, just above a rather pronounced bite mark. He started laughing, as did she, caught up in each other, in the good feeling that started to bubble up between them.
"Okay Bones, we have a big day ahead, lets get up and tackle it." He dropped a quick kiss on her navel and bounced off the bed. She followed him out of the bed and they began their morning routine, showering and dressing while grabbing bites of Danish and sips of coffee. She packed up her laptop and the files she was working, turning in time to see him come from the bathroom, fully transformed back into his FBI self.
"There's agent Seeley Booth," she smiled softly.
"Are you ready?" He extended his arm and they headed down to catch a taxi to the FBI headquarters.
Booth left her in his office while he finished up paperwork and picked up the keys to the car. There were no results yet from forensics but he was told they would be in by early afternoon. She sat in his office, studying her surroundings in a new light, looking carefully at the things he used everyday, smiling at the remnants of him in the room. He came back dangling some car keys in front of him.
"Let's go Bones, I'll get you to work and then get back here."
In no time they pulled up to the Jeffersonian in a blue Chevy Impala. He pulled up to the doors and leaned toward her.
"Booth we're on camera." She pointed to the video camera aimed at the parking lot.
"Bones, we have tinted windows, they can't see you until you get out." He was chuckling until she leaned over and took his breath away, kissing him deeply, breaking only when she had to.
"Have a good day, call me when you know something."
He looked at her seriously all of a sudden, cupping her chin, "Temperance, I love you, please be careful today, be more aware of your surroundings. Okay? I'll call you by lunch time, or before if I know something."
She blushed slightly, "I love you too, and you should watch yourself also, we still don't know what this is about, okay?" He nodded at her and they parted slowly, neither one of them really wanting to go. He watched her head into the building, she turned and smiled at him and he headed back to work.
He was at his desk an hour later, working on a backlog of paperwork when his cell rang, he smiled when he saw it was Angela.
"Booth here, and Angela I can't tell you any more than she did."
"Booth, what are you talking about? Did you talk to Brennan this weekend?" Her voice was rushed, not playful as he had expected.
"Angela of course I spoke to her, I dropped her off over an hour ago."
"Funny Booth, really, did you talk to her, because she isn't in yet and it's not like her to be late and not call, she usually opens this place on a Monday."
His heart clenched in his chest and he raised his voice, "Angela, this isn't funny, I watched her walk into the building myself."
She too was now sounding panicked, "I swear, I am not joking, her office is dark and locked, her car is not here, she is not answering her home or cell phone or the building overhead page. I'm worried."
"I'm on my way." He hung up the phone, his chest was tight, his hands turned cold, he could hardly breathe. He called downstairs and reported her missing, told them he was headed to the Jeffersonian and wanted to be called as soon as anything at all was found by forensics. He called agent Fischer to meet him at the facility. He broke records driving there, his heart slamming in his chest, this couldn't be happening. He could still see her, turning at the door and smiling at him, the most beautiful smile. He could still smell her perfume in the car, his throat constricted, his eyes burned. He clenched his fist and began beating the dashboard, "Nnnoooooo!" He heard the pop and crack of plastic breaking and didn't care, never felt the bone in his hand break. He stopped hitting and screeched into the parking lot, slamming the car to a stop and exiting at a run into the building. He passed Angela and went straight to her office, needing to see for himself that the room was dark. He turned as soon as he couldn't enter, Angela was a few steps behind him.
"I need a key to her office, right now Angela."
She rattled the ring in her hand, "I was just coming from Goodman's office with them but she hasn't been here, security said she wasn't on the video entering the building."
Booth spun around, his voice tight with pain, "I dropped her off myself, she smiled at me from the door, her hand was on the handle. I saw her, do you understand me, I saw her." His voice was breaking and suddenly Angela was afraid, something else was going on here.
"Booth, what the hell is happening? Where is Brennan?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
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