The sun was nearly set as we sat with our empty plates when the waitress suddenly appeared carrying an incredibly large bowl of ice cream. I glanced over at Booth for an explanation and he just grinned.
"Booth! I can't eat any more. I'm very full," I explained, patting my stomach.
"Who said I was sharing?" He chuckled, snatching up his spoon and dipping it into the mountain of ice cream. I watched him as he took his first bite, smiling broadly as he savored the taste. His lips darted out to lick the creamy treat from his lips before taking another bite. For some reason, my eyes were drawn and fixed at his mouth, recalling the sensation of having that mouth on my clit, bringing me over the edge... Somehow I managed to bite back the moan that the images had brought to my throat.
He must have been watching from the corner of his eyes, because he grinned at me then, tossing me a quick wink before taking another bite.
I recalled his words earlier, on the drive here about 'visualizing' me. His arousal had been startlingly evident as he'd practically begged me to be quiet and when I'd acquiesced to his request, my mind had begun to wander. Each time I glanced over, I realized that his problem seemed to have been getting worse rather than better. "Booth?"
"Mmmm?" He asked, swallowing another bite of ice cream.
"What were you 'visualizing' back in the woods?"
His spoon stopped mid air, his mouth hanging open as he stared at me.
"Bones! There are children..." He gestured, indicating the children that were sitting at a number of tables in our vicinity.
I brought my hand to his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding up a bit higher. "You'll just have to be quiet because you owe me an answer."
He dropped his spoon dramatically into his bowl, licking his lips and brushing my hand away from his thigh. "Can't we wait until we get back?" He asked his eyes sweeping around nervously.
I chuckled at his sudden unease. "Booth, I'm not asking for a full detailed description. Just the abbreviated version." My hand returned to his thigh as I bumped him with my shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his spoon and took another bite of his ice cream before he spoke, "I was touching you... " The brief words brought a dark flush to his face and I began lightly raking my hand over his thigh in encouragement. "And you weren't allowed to touch me... Then I made you touch yourself."
"Made me?" The phrase peaked my curiosity.
He nodded, taking one last bite of his ice cream before dragging his wallet from his pocket and putting cash on the table for our meal. "C'mon, Bones. We're going."
"Aren't you going to finish your ice cream?"
"I don't think so. I think I'm full."
He rose and strode out off the small restaurant terrace into the parking lot. "Booth, are you mad at me?"
Tersely, he shook his head and waited for me to catch up. He took my hand and pulled me close as well began walking. "One of these days your curiosity is going to drive me crazy." He stopped for a moment and turned to look at me, forcing me to stop as well. "Bones, let's just get back to the house without any more sex talk. Promise me. I need a little recovery time, dear."
At the endearment, I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, but withheld my objection, replying only, "I promise." We separated at the car with him taking the driver's side. Once inside the vehicle, I leaned over to place a light kiss on his lips, my heart racing even at the brief contact. He started the car, smiling as he pulled us out of the spot. It was nearly dark as well pulled out onto the road, headed back to the house.
"Will you tell me more?" I asked casually.
"Yes, I will tell you...but please, let's wait until we get back this time. As much as I love that you're insatiable, I don't think my nerves can take that again."
As we drove home, I considered the few details he'd given me regarding his fantasy. His implication had been that I was in some sort of position of submission to him and the idea had my body burning, tempting me to tease him despite my promise to be patient. He'd settled on a station that seemed to be on a rotation of surf pop from the sixties, fingers keeping the beat on the steering wheel, eyes intently focused on the road ahead of us, as he hummed along to the simple melodies. He seemed completely unaware of my presence beside him, which only encouraged my desire to burn higher.
Leaning against the window, my eyes fell shut, allow the memory of the forceful way he had taken me in the bathroom to flood my thoughts. He'd taken control with a single motion: Hand's taking hips. I'd pushed him away, but he'd come back with more insistence, surprising me with his ferocity, taking my hips one more then sliding down my thigh and back up to find my secret. And he'd won. From that moment, I'd been entirely at his mercy as he'd teased, tasted and pushed his way over my body until I'd been bent over and quivering under his demanding exploration of my body.
I quivered at the memory, already feeling the wetness returning and my respiration and pulse have risen dramatically. Glancing over, I check his expression for signs that he's noticed my sudden arousal, but he seems unfazed, eyes still trained ahead.
Shifting in my seat in attempt to relieve the growing discomfort that my arousal has created, I watch his fingers as they tapped out a drum rhythm on the wheel, imagining myself nude as those fingers took hold of my wrists, wrapping them with bindings of deep red silk, which he then fastened to the corners of a headboard. I tried to pull my hands from his grasp while he worked, but found myself quickly subdued by his voice whispering, "Let me, Temperance." Once he finished securing my wrists, I twisted, testing the tension of the bonds, tugging and feeling the smooth fabric pulling at me with even the slightest motion. He'd bound me well.
He then lifted another length of red silk which he held above my body so just the very end of it was just barely brushing the skin of my stomach, slowly dragging it up my body. The silk was heavy and though sleek, had a subtle roughness to it as he let it tease across my more sensitive regions. When it rasped across my aching nipples, I was unable to contain a gasp of excitement. "Shhhh… No sounds. I don't want to have to punish you," he warned steadily, his gaze never moving from the spot where the very corner of the fabric was tickling the tip of my nipple mercilessly. I clamped my mouth shut, struggling to maintain my silence as the fabric moved up further, tickling over my collarbone and tracing my throat before gliding over my lips. He smiled down at me, meeting my eyes as the fabric came higher still, coming to cover up my eyes. Releasing the fabric, he allowed the silk to pool in my vision lightly. With a quick toss of my head, the fabric slid off me, only to reveal a deep frown creasing his face.
"Temperance," he said sternly, "I put that there. Now, I'm going to have to tie it on." My breath quickened and his hands came to bring the fabric over my eyes once more, this time wrapping around my head before he tied it off on the side. I felt his fingers gliding along the edges of the silk, checking for gaps. When his fingers left, I felt my muscles tense, recognizing that I had no way of determining his location or his intention. Unwittingly, I found myself biting down on my lower lip, quickly releasing it to sooth it with a swipe of my tongue.
He left me waiting a few moments and I struggled not to call out for him. The only sensation was the feel of the cool breeze from the ocean rolling in though the open window. I tried to listen for him, hoping that his movement would give me clue as to his current location in relation to the bed, but when I heard nothing, I realized that perhaps he had left the room until I felt more of the cool, smooth silk tickling its way from my curled hands, over my bound wrists and up my arms. It then skimmed its way over my collarbone, then down along my linea alba until it was teasing the top of the coarse curls at the apex of my thighs. As I squirmed, the fabric skipped over my swollen folds to tease the tops of my thighs, leaving my fingers curling with need.
The silk changed its rhythm then, moving over my legs in long, cool strokes that curled and teased their way slowly down to my ankles, then swirled back up, inching its way up the insides of my thighs. As it neared my slit, I could no longer hold the sounds that were building in my throat and let out a faint whimper that rang through the air like sudden laughter.
"Bones? What was that? Did you hear me?"
I jerked up right, suddenly ripped from my bonds and sitting upright. My eyes flew to his face, hoping that I hadn't moaned out loud. But his eyes were dancing with laughter and I breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, I was thinking. What did you say?"
"I was saying, that Parker likes this song. When I picked him up last time, he insisted that we listen to it repeatedly the whole way back to my place," he explained, a slight laugh escaping his lips as he spoke.
Again, I tried to shift in my seat. My body was so warm and tingling and I struggled to keep my focus on his words as he continued to talk.
"I guess that's better than the time before. Apparently one of his friends has an older brother who taught him the word 'shit.' Of course he completely doesn't understand the context, but he was walking around, just shouting it at inappropriate moments, whenever he was trying to get my attention..."
Licking my lips, my hand groped for the automatic window button, pressing it until the window rolled down, allowing a strong stream of cool air to diffuse my heated skin. Even though Booth was still talking, I found that even with the fresh air, my mind would not allow my daydream to on hold for long, quickly drawing me back to the first bare contact of the silk against my clit. My hips rose immediately in response as he drew the slick fabric along my hot slit repeated, each time pull it at an decreasingly steep angle to ensure that with each stroke, the fabric was sliding deeper and more firmly between my folds. I was surprised and nearly gasping when I felt his lips press to my ear to whisper, "You look so incredible like this, Temperance. You're so flushed and beautiful. I love the way your body responds to my every touch… I'm so hard for you and you're doing a very good job of keeping quiet. Only one little gasp. I think a reward is going to be in order…"
I felt something hard and warm behind the silk suddenly, adding a new pressure to my clit. When it began to move, I realized he had slid his fingers into the fabric and was now stroking me with short, quick motions. Wetting my lips, I squirmed as his touch became harder with each stroke. "Would you like to taste me? Have my cock in your mouth so you can feel just how hard you make me? Tell me."
"Yes, please," I moaned, my hips grinding down into his fingers as they switched from linear strokes to sharp, tight circles.
"Tell me what you want, baby… I want to hear you beg for it."
My body jerked with excitement, the words spilling from my mouth before I've even had the opportunity to consider them, "Please Booth, let me taste you. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel you between my lips." I paused, gasping in air as my head pressed back into the mattress, my hips jerking with the rhythm of his fingers. "I need to suck your cock," I begged, my voice nearly breaking with the force of my plea.
"What?"
My eyes ripped open to find him gawking, jerking his gaze from me to the road again and again at dizzying speeds. I couldn't move, realizing that this time I must have spoke out loud. My clit is painfully protesting my sudden interruption as I frantically grab for the window button once more, this time lowering it completely.
"Bones? Did you really just say that you need to suck my cock?" He asked, his voice breathless and suddenly strained.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, desperately attempting to still the throbbing that was consuming all of my capacity for rational thought at that moment. I opened my mouth then, fully intending to apologize for breaking my promise, but no sound emerged from my throat. I coughed to clear my throat and finally managed to stammer, "I—I'm sorry, Booth. I guess… Well I was thinking about what you—about your fantasy? And I think I may have let myself get carried away…"
I saw his jaw clench as I leaned back against my seat, fanning myself in a vain attempt to pull myself together. "Just… Stop. We're almost there. You think you can make it five minutes?" He said, a slight teasing tone seeping into his voice, before tossing me silly grin that did nothing to alleviate my trembling awareness of his body.
"I really am sorry. I really intended on behaving myself. But I couldn't stop thinking about you and I just… couldn't help myself."
End Note: For some reason, this chapter has given me nothing but fits. I'm not really sure why, but here it is, finally complete. Thanks to spybarbie, who really wanted submissive!brennan (whom I'm not quite done with yet).
I've got a plan for about three more chapters (may end up being four depending). However, I'm having an attack of rapidly breeding plot bunnies that don't seem can't seem to stop pestering me. It's making Anya's evil bunnies song from "Once More With Feeling" chase me around all day. (For the few among you who aren't Buffy fans, that's the Buffy Musical episode).