Disclaimer: They are not mine and still I am allowed to play with them. I love that.
WARNING: Sexually explicit chapter, M rating.
A/N: Well it was time for a little action, they've been so emotional. So I hope you enjoy it. This is really a long one, no puns intended.
"Checkmate." He studied the board, knowing she was right. He had seen the move coming and the point came when he quit fighting it. They had been playing for just over two hours, he was tired and a small part of him was curious as to where she would take them. At least the time playing seemed to have relaxed things between them.
"Congratulations, that was a great win. You get to choose our vacation destination, so, where are we going?"
She smiled at him, the idea of getting to plan a trip for them surprisingly appealing to her. Even before she had moved her first piece she had known, if she had won, where she would take him. She only had one place that she returned to throughout her past, a place she went to when she needed to write, to hide or to heal.
"I'm not telling you exactly where we're going and you won't guess, so don't try. I'll give you a list of what you need to pack and make a few calls in the morning, although I think I can get on-line and book our flight tonight."
"We're flying? That makes me a little nervous. You're not taking me to some ancient ruin in the middle of the Amazon or anything, right? Because I was really thinking more down the lines of beaches, you know like maybe on an island. This is a vacation; maybe we should define that first."
She was laughing at him. "You're just going to have to trust me. I'll plan this little get away and you can plan the next one. I kind of like the idea of getting to make all the decisions and surprise you." She had a wicked grin on her face.
"Oh, yeah, because you don't get to make all the decisions now, right? Imagine that, Dr. Temperance Brennan likes to have control, who would have guessed?" He was laughing softly as he spoke, watching her feign shock.
"Are you making fun of me? I'm sure you don't want to do that or your next four days could be spent volunteering at a medical facility for the testing of colonoscopy procedures. That could be arranged you know."
"Okay, see that's not funny, this is where we need to work on your sense of humor because that is just not funny. Stop laughing."
Temperance rose, still highly amused, "I'm going to go book our plane tickets and make a few calls to see about some other arrangements." She rose and headed toward her office. He got up and went to check on Parker and then to throw some basics in a bag until he got his packing list from her. Having done all he could, he went back into the kitchen and was rummaging around in the refrigerator when she walked back into the room.
She reached around him, slipped her hand into a compartment on the door and stepped back, "are you hungry?"
He was looking at her oddly, "not really, just thirsty but I should have water since we're going to bed. Any luck with the tickets?"
"Yes, we're booked on a flight at twelve so we need to finish packing in the morning, then we can go to the airport after dropping off Parker. You'll need jeans and t-shirts, several sweat shirts, comfortable walking shoes, your bathing suit and one nice shirt. I think that covers it." She was smiling at him.
"You're not going to give anything away are you?"
She was smiling broadly, "no." She walked down the hall to the bedroom as he got his water, checked the locks on the door and turned out the lights. He smiled as he passed the nightlight in the hall, Parker's nightlight.
He entered the bedroom, setting his water on the nightstand and sitting heavily on the edge of the bed, she was in the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar and he could see her. His face tightened in confusion as he watched her filling a syringe from a small vile with quick efficiency and then turn, rubbing a pad across a spot on her hip. She dropped the shot in without a flinch and disposed of the needle and other items he couldn't see into a red sharps container under the sink. He was stunned, trying to imagine what she would be injecting, he knew she wasn't diabetic and as far as he knew there was nothing wrong with her. Then it hit him, what if there was something wrong? Would she tell him?
She exited the bathroom, undressing comfortably in front of him, pulling a tank top from her drawer. He watched her, amazed that he belonged to this intimate part of her world, appreciative of every line of her body as she moved.
She turned to him, "what's the matter? You look strange."
His mouth moved before he could edit his words and he blurted out, "Temperance, what are you injecting into yourself?"
She was initially surprised and then walked over and climbed onto the bed behind him, tucking her chin on his shoulder so she could speak into his ear. "Birth control Seeley, every three months, no ovulating, no mistakes. Don't look so panicked; what did you think I was doing?"
"Honestly, I had no idea; I didn't know you could take injections for birth control. I guess I should have asked you before now what it is you use."
"I don't consider it your responsibility. I've been sexually active for almost half my life; I don't understand women who have accidental pregnancies with all the forms of birth control available today." As soon as she spoke she felt him tense next to her she and realized her insensitivity. "I didn't mean to sound so judgmental; I just know that, for me, it's important to be responsible for myself. It's who I am, so I would never assume that my partner was handling something that would so greatly affect me, I take care of it myself."
He stood up slowly, kissed her on top of the head and wandered to the bathroom stating he was getting ready for bed. She felt badly, she didn't mean to imply he wasn't a responsible adult because he had Parker without planning, but the truth was that he was being irresponsible at the time. If you're going to be sexually active then you need to make sure you have taken the proper precautions, for her it seemed so simple that she marveled at how many women messed it up. She suspected very few women really had an accidental anything but it was an opinion she kept to herself. Rebecca should have made sure she was on some sort of birth control before sleeping with Seeley, and he should have asked if she was before they ever climbed into bed together. She knew he couldn't agree with her on this completely because for him it would be a form of betrayal to his son and that was fine, she didn't need him to agree, just to understand, she didn't have accidents.
She went to the dresser and quickly pulled out a few items from each drawer, knowing exactly what she would need to pack. She had just finished when he came out and while moving past her he grasped her hand and brought her with him. Lifting the covers they crawled into bed and she curled tightly against him.
"Seeley, I'm afraid this is an issue that's going to come between us, this issue of children." Her voice was a whisper.
"Nothing will come between us unless we allow it and I'm certainly not going to allow it. Now, let's put this topic aside, I'm grateful you're so good with Parker and I am more than content to be here with you." He faced her, slipping from beneath her and turning onto his side. He kissed her, to reassure her, to taste her, to say goodnight, but it wasn't enough. He suddenly felt like a man dying of thirst while resting next to a river, a sip would never save him. His hand moved to her hip, under her top, seeking the feel of her skin. She pulled him closer, the desire not just to have him, but to connect with him in this way, without the complication of words, filled her.
He lifted his head, "Temperance, did you look up the definition of the word quiet today?" His smile was tender and he felt the breath of her laugh against his cheek as he dipped to place kisses along her neck, moving down her body, into the river.
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They had dropped off Parker and arrived at the airport in plenty of time to catch their flight. As they approached the counter he looked to the tickets with anticipation.
"Michigan? We're going to Michigan?"
"Yes, to a certain place in Michigan, just reserve judgment until we get there. This place means a lot to me and you'll understand why later."
He was intrigued enough to let it go and see what plan she had to unfold. The flight was long; he slept for a while as she worked on her laptop, waking when a snack tray arrived. She had booked them in first class and he was appreciative as he stretched out his legs, folding the blanket that had been tucked over him as he slept. He had always known she had money but the large condo in D.C. and the pricey car were the only signs of it. She had never acted like a rich snob, an intellectual one maybe, but not a rich one. He knew her books had sold well, the New York Times Best Seller List and all, and there was the movie contract, her job at the Jeffersonian and paid speaking engagements when she took them. He had done the math and knew if she was so inclined she could retire now in a very comfortable lifestyle. He just didn't think about it very often, until now. The plane lurched with turbulence and having put away her laptop, she took his hand. There was still a long way to their destination.
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She was driving the rental car, explaining to him that she knew exactly where she was going and it relaxed her, they were out of the city in no time. He rolled down the window a bit, taking in the air, his body already alerting him to the fact they were far from home, he tried to place the scents, pine, damp leaves, an outdoor fire and something that told him they were near water. The air was cold, much more so than D.C. and the edges of all the trees lining the road were changing to Fall colors. To Seeley, it appeared that the trees had their branches dipped in paint, vibrant red, burnt orange, brilliant yellow; he was captivated by the intensity of the colors. When he looked to the horizon again he was disoriented, having not paid attention to where she was going, it seemed to him a labyrinth of winding roads.
"Do you know where we are?" He pictured them as a speck moving across a map on roads with no names.
"Yes, we turn left up here where the road curves, then left again at the old grey barn, down past the house with all the clothes lines and right on the next road. At that point it's through Interlochen and we're there. We're ten to fifteen minutes away."
"As impressive as those directions are, some of us actually go by street names. Does this place have a name?"
"Long Lake, we're turning toward the water now, can you feel the cooler air off the water?" She was smiling, looking so relaxed and yet so in control that he studied her for a moment as the setting sun slanted through the gatherings of slender trees, dancing across her features.
"Yes, and I can smell the lake and campfires."
She was making the turns as promised, "I can feel myself relaxing as we get closer. I've always thought there had to be some sort of natural sedative in the air here, released by some yet undiscovered plant that affects everyone as they arrive."
He was intrigued by her mood, this was a Temperance he didn't know and he realized that was why she had chosen this place, because there was a part of her here that she was offering to him. He relaxed back into his seat as they passed a large complex with signs indicating it was a place called Interlochen.
"What's Interlochen?'
"It's a private school for gifted children."
"Did you go there?"
A sad smile came to her, "no, we were never here long enough for me to attend school there and knowing what I know now about my parents, they never could have registered me in a school for gifted children, it would have called unwanted attention to us. I didn't know about places like this until I was an adult, as a child I wasn't aware that there were other children like me. This school specializes in children with artistic and musical abilities although all their programs are excellent. Most people in the area know the facility because of the concerts held here."
They had turned onto a road that was declared private property, a peninsula stretching out into a large lake. He could see the water on both sides of them now, a narrow road dusted with the first shedding leaves of autumn, winding between two rows of houses all perched facing out to the waterfront. The houses were completely different, ranging from small wooden sided cottages that looked like they were built in the sixtys, not much larger than a garage, to three story multimillion dollar spreads. She slowed to cross a speed bump where a small sign read duck crossing and he smiled at the simplicity of it. He was silently taking in the surroundings, trying to absorb the mood of this place as she had done, when she turned into a driveway.
"We're here." She sighed deeply looking up at the house and then getting out of the car. The house was sprawling, appearing at first glance to be a ranch but once he noted the lower windows he realized there were lower levels built into the sloping land so the bulk of the house was facing the lake. They carried in their bags and he followed her to a bedroom on the main floor where they set them down.
"I have to go check the thermostat and the hot water tank, come with me and I'll give you a tour." There were two bedrooms a bathroom, kitchen and living room with a fireplace on the main floor. All the rooms had full windows along the wall facing the lake, most of the back of the house appeared to be glass. The entire second level was a den with a stereo, television set, video games, two large recliners and an overstuffed sofa.
The third level had two more bedrooms, another bathroom, a utility room and laundry area. Temperance stopped in the utility room and opened the refrigerator, checking its contents. She had pointed out the highlights of each room, the garden off the second level exit, the sofa pulled out into a bed, the house slept twelve comfortably and up to twenty with sofas and sleeping bags. All the rooms were decorated in earth tones from pale gold to deep shades of rust and cinnamon, creating a warmth that seemed to emanate from the house itself. She took him back to the main floor and they walked out back, he could hear the water but it was now too dark to see it, at the edge of the lawn there was nothing but inky blackness, it appeared the world ended at the back of the yard.
"We'll go down to the dock in the morning so you can really see the lake. You've been uncharacteristically quiet."
"It's a remarkable place, did you come here often as a child?"
"We came at least once a summer, no matter where in the Midwest we lived we trekked to Long Lake for vacation. We stayed in different rentals over the years, I know every inch of this lake. We were always happy here and that's probably why I always return." She paused and he knew she was remembering her family but for once she was smiling, they were all good memories. He squeezed her hand. "It's getting late, we should think about dinner, that snack on the airplane was not a meal and I'm starving."
He was laughing, "what do you have in mind?"
"I can just order pizza if you like, there's beer in the fridge, we can light a fire to take the chill off and I'd like to check the local weather and see what they're predicting for the next few days. How does that sound?"
He pulled her to him, kissing her softly, "sounds like a good plan to me."
He made the fire because it was something he knew he could do, she went to order the pizza, turning on the television and flipping to the weather station as she went. She came back, watching him gently fan the flame to life, carefully moving the kindling until the fire was strong enough to add a log. She checked the television, reviewed the weather for a moment and shut it off, it wasn't a weekend for television. She left the room, returning momentarily with a feather mattress.
"Step away from the fire for a moment Seeley." He moved and she spread it on the floor, covering it with a comforter and several blankets. She was piling pillows on the floor as he watched amused. Seeing the look on his face she laughed, "what? I like the fire."
He came up to her and put an arm around her waist, drawing her to him, capturing her lips, he kissed her deeply, his tongue moving over hers with sudden hunger. Her arms came around his neck, holding his head as she pressed against him. His hand moved between her legs, he pressed a small pulsing motion against her and she moaned into him. He released her, a confident grin breaking across his face, "so do I."
She slapped his arm, "I'm going to jump in the shower, there's beer in the fridge." With that said she slipped away from him and disappeared. He opened a beer and walked over to the bookshelf, noting that whoever owned the house also read her books. It must be an old friend of the family for her to get into such a great rental on such short notice; he made a mental note to ask her later. As he was adjusting the logs in the fire there was a knock at the door, pizza had arrived. Seeley opened the door to a middle aged Italian looking man in jeans and a red shirt with Giovanni's scrawled across the front of it.
"How much do I owe you?"
The guy was staring at him suspiciously, "where's Dr. Brennan?"
"She's unavailable at the moment, I'm a friend of hers, that is our pizza is it not?" Booth suddenly wondered why he was explaining anything to the pizza delivery guy, and just how well did he know Dr. Brennan?
"She always comes here alone, I'd feel better if I could say hello." The man was looking past Booth into the room, taking what Seeley recognized as a defensive stance, glancing toward the bedding in front of the fire.
"She's in the shower. Is there some sort of problem here?" Because I'd just like to pay for the pizza so you can be on your way." He was starting to get irritated with this guy.
"Look we're a small community up here and we look out for one another, she's had problems with fans sneaking onto her property to try to get an autograph or a book signed before so I'm just trying to make sure she's alright."
"Her property?"
"Yeah, I thought you said you were her friend? You don't know this is her house?"
"Look, I'm her partner and I assure you, we're more than friends."
"The FBI guy from her books?"
Seeley smiled then, "yeah, the FBI guy from her books. Can I have the pizza now?"
"Yeah, I'm Tony, my family owns Giovanni's restaurant up here, and we've known the Brennan's a long time. This place is all about respecting the privacy of those that live here, she's one of many famous names on the lake. I didn't mean to offend you." He handed the packages and pizza box to Booth, who turned and set them on an end table.
He was surprised when Tony put out his hand but Seeley reach out and shook it, his irritation fading in the light of all the information. He knew it wasn't the time, but he also knew he would like to question this man about the Brennan family. "Seeley Booth, it was nice to meet you and really its okay, I like knowing someone is looking out for her. How much do I owe you?" In reality it bothered him, looking after her was his job and his chest clenched at the thought that this guy could be one of her ex-something's.
"Don't worry about it, tell the Doc I said hello and to come by if she gets a chance, my mother finished making home made cannolis today."
"I'll tell her and thank you." Booth watched the man walk back to his vehicle before closing the door. She owned this house, he was more than a little shocked. He had just assumed it was a rental, after all she had never mentioned the house or this place to him. He wondered how many other things he didn't know about her. He was unpacking the food when she walked into the kitchen.
"I could smell it from the bathroom and I couldn't wait." Her hair was wet and brushed back off her face and she had pulled on a sweat shirt and jeans, her bare feet looked cold to him on the tile floor. She grabbed two plates, handing him one and proceeded to tear off pieces of the pizza and slide them onto each plate while he handled the breadsticks.
"I met Tony, he practically made me show him an I.D. before giving me the pizza." He observed her carefully but she just broke into a smile.
"They must be busy tonight if he's doing deliveries himself. I'm sure he gave you a hard time because he didn't know you, they know pretty much everyone on the lake, the restaurant has been there for over forty years. It used to be their fathers." She turned and headed toward the fireplace, sitting on the mattress with her legs crossed, close to the fire.
Seeley was unsure how to approach the subject but decided that he would borrow her style and just ask her. "Have you ever gone out with him?"
She froze, wondering exactly what was said in this conversation she had missed. Her first instinct was to be really angry that he would ask but after taking a second she thought about how she had felt in the presence of women she knew he had slept with in the past. She got up and came back with her beer, sitting back down with him in front of her. "Are you asking if I ever had sex with him?"
"I'm asking if you have ever done anything other than run into him at his father's restaurant." His stomach turned and his right hand flexed as he reached for a bite of pizza, trying to remain casual. He knew there had been other men but that was a vague term, other men. There was no specific number and other than that psycho David and Michael, both of whom he wanted desperately to punch, there were no other faces.
"Seeley, are you going to ask me that about every man we meet that I knew before you because you're not always going to like the answer." Seeing the look in his eyes, she quickly added, "this time it's a no, we've never so much as had a cup of coffee together, he's married with four children but I have known him for a long time." They ate in silence for a few moments, Temperance moaning her appreciation of the good flavor in the sauce. "What would you have done if I had said yes, and then we went to dinner there one night?"
"I don't know, I guess I would have to be alright with it as long as he didn't come over and put his hands all over you like he still had some right to be there." He was sounding angrier than he intended.
"Look, we're bound to run into people from both of our pasts; I have to deal with Rebecca on a regular basis. If someone puts their hands on me, it's my place to correct them, and you know I will, with an emergency room visit if I have to do so. I'm not a possession Seeley, you can't go piss along the fence to mark your territory because you think the other dogs are closing in on your toy. At some point you're going to have to trust me just like I'm going to have to trust you."
She had caught his attention with the comment about Rebecca, he knew it made her uncomfortable even though she hadn't directly said so. He understood her anxiety that first time they were introduced and tried to imagine himself being as polite if he was faced with one of her ex's on a regular basis. "I do trust you; it's them I don't trust."
"Then trust that when they act inappropriately, I'll do something about it. You can't punch every one that flirts with me, and don't bother denying it, I've seen your fist clench."
"Half the time you don't even realize when some guy is flirting with you Temperance." He was smiling now, more amused and less anxious about where the conversation was going. She got up and went to get them more pizza and his look softened as he watched the gentle sway of her stride.
She picked right back up as she reentered the room, "just because I sometimes choose to ignore it, doesn't mean I don't know about it, unless they touch me, then they have my immediate attention."
"I've seen many men check you out when you were not even aware of it." He thought of the many times he had stepped into the line of vision when a guy at a crime scene was running his eyes over her.
"That's not the same as flirting and if I didn't know about it how was I supposed to do anything? Besides, you have no room to talk on this subject; I've seen you smile at women in a way that might as well be a touch." He started to laugh then because he knew she was right.
"If the way I smiled at you was as good as a touch we'd have been arrested for obscenity in a public place a long time ago." Temperance started laughing too, a blush rising in her cheeks, she was glad this topic had settled down without either of them getting really angry.
"Just remember Seeley, I'll always be honest with you so just make sure you want the answer before you ask the question."
"Okay, here's one for you, when were you going to mention that this is your house?" He stirred the fire as he asked her, adding another log and settling back down.
"I didn't say anything because the destination was a surprise but I wasn't hiding it from you. I really haven't thought about it since we've been here. My accountant came to me a few years ago, after my first book sold so well and told me I needed to make some investments with the money, when he suggested property I immediately thought of here. I waited eight months for a house I wanted to come on the market and then bought it. I put some money into redecorating and new docks and started to come up here whenever I needed to get away."
"What would bring you here Temperance?" His voice was soft, knowing he was asking for pieces of her that she was not used to giving away.
"I used to come at Christmas because it was too painful to be anywhere else. The peninsula would be almost deserted and so peaceful in the snow, I'd bring work and I'd write, catch up on research and pass the time. In the summer I would come here to vacation if I wasn't going on a dig. You know you always want me to go to the cemetery to talk to my mother, but for me, my family is here because all I have left of them is memories and the best of my memories are here." There was a whirlwind of emotions moving within her, he could see it swirling in her eyes, every moment she was happy swimming in a sea of loss. He reached out and squeezed her hand and her thoughts snapped back to him.
"Do you want another beer?" She had risen to her feet, wanting to move around and shake the mood off of her.
"Yeah, here let me help you." He rose and followed her to the kitchen where they quickly cleaned up before returning to the fire. She moved easily in the comfortable silence between them, enjoying that they had arrived at a place where conversation wasn't always necessary. They made their way back to the fire and Booth added one more log to really kick some heat into the room. He laid back and took a long draw off of his drink as she came over and put her head on his abdomen and her feet on the hearth. He ran his hand through her hair, pleased with the level of physical comfort she had with him.
"Name somewhere you have always wanted to have sex." He was grinning as he asked it, already knowing his own answer.
He felt her laugh softly, "in space, what about you?"
"In space? Good answer, I was thinking more down the lines of on this planet but I like that answer. So much for me being able to assist you with that fantasy, I doubt I'll be headed into space anytime soon. Aren't you floating around with the whole zero gravity thing? I'm thinking it would be hard to get leverage."
She was blushing but enjoying the conversation, "there would be other advantages and all your sensations would be different. I just always thought it would be interesting, from a scientific standpoint of course."
"Oh yeah, from a scientific standpoint, uh huh. I always wanted to have sex in the White House, partially for the thrill of possibly being caught, possibly being on camera and then there is that whole 'power is an aphrodisiac' thing that ties in there. On a more reachable level, definitely in the Jeffersonian, that is on my list of to dos."
"Okay wait a minute, let me catch up here, first you're an exhibitionist and surprisingly rebellious in your White House scenario and then around all the dead bodies, I believe that has what Hodgin's calls the yuck factor. Are you thinking about sneaking into the White House and stealing a few minutes in one of the rooms, or are you planning on being a guest at some point?"
"That stealing a few minutes is called a quickie and I'd be happy with that, at least I think I would, who knows maybe I wouldn't be able to stop. It does disturb me a little that we're talking about sex and you just quoted Hodgins though." She was laughing, enjoying the myriad of pleasant emotions moving within her.
"You'd be okay with some little bald guy in a security uniform and two or three secret service guys glued to some monitor watching us? Because everything that happens in the White House is seen by someone, and just for the record, I know about quickies."
He raised his eyebrow and looked at her, the warmth sreading through him. "Come on, tell me that possibly having someone see us doesn't give you just a little rush."
She ignored his last statement, wanting to go back to his comment about the Jeffersonian, "and my work, you want to have sex around all the dead bodies? Why is that?"
"Not around the dead bodies, it has nothing to do with that, you're crossing into some really sick stuff with that thought. In your office because I know your work takes you away from me and although I understand that, I'd like to think you sometimes sit in your office and think about something other than dead people."
"How do you know I don't think about other things now?"
"Because I've seen you at work and you have complete focus when you're there. Your ability to be consumed is part of what makes you the best at what you do. I'd just like to distract you for a moment or two." He was running his fingertips from her earlobe down her neck, following the lines of her as he spoke. All this talk of sex was stirring his desire for her.
The fire danced over her features and he was unsure if it was the warmth or the conversation lending the soft glow to her cheeks. "The last time we were in your office I would have made love to you if Angela hadn't been on her way back."
She remembered that moment clearly and knew she would have let him, would have encouraged him if they had not been interrupted. His hand moved down to her breast, gently massaging through the material, grateful that she had skipped her bra after her shower. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, raising her breast into his hand.
"What's your favorite sexual position Temperance?" He grazed his thumb across her nipple and watched her lips part as a breathy moan escaped.
"After we've tried them all, I'll tell you." His penis ached as she spoke, he had never known a woman to effect him so completely with her words. She heard him set down his bottle and felt hers slide from her hands as he took it and set it aside. Her eyes were still closed but she couldn't help smiling, knowing he'd be reaching for her. She could feel the change in him, the subtle shift of his hips that told her his state of arousal was becoming uncomfortable. His hand lifted her head and a pillow replaced his body as he moved from underneath her to next to her.
She opened her eyes and took in the sight of him on his side, his arm bent, his head resting in his hand, wearing that disarming smile that lit his dark eyes. She couldn't resist reaching out and running her hand along his jaw where the day's growth of whiskers dragged lightly against her palm. He moved his hand to her stomach, pushing up her shirt and running his fingers across her, feeding the compulsion he had to feel her. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, tasting her lips, touching his tongue ever so lightly along her bottom lip and lifting away from her. He felt her mouth reach for him, following his withdrawal as he moved just out of her reach. He descended again, grazing his lips against her and moving away, indulging himself in her expression of yearning that so aroused him.
"You're such a tease." Her voice held the weight of her desire to kiss him and he sighed softly knowing that tone would be his undoing. His thumb was moving around her navel and her hips lifted slightly against his hand as it dipped in and back
"Because I'm addicted to the way you respond when I touch you," he leaned down and gently bit her nipple through her shirt and a small cry escaped her as she arched toward him. He waited for her to look at him, "you make me…", his words died on his lips as he felt her hand caressing him through his jeans.
"hhhmmmm, so hard." She pressed the flat of her hand against him, curling her fingers between his legs and firmly stroking up the length of him. He groaned and his stomach muscles clenched as his hips tipped in
to her hand. She lifted his shirt, popping the button on his jeans and dragging her nails across his abdomen through the dusky shadow of hair. He gasped as her fingers danced along the opening of his pants and she watched as his muscles appeared and vanished before her. She tugged at his shirt, turning her eyes to him, "take this off for me." He lifted himself effortlessly away from the floor and felt her hands on him before he had the shirt over his head, her fingers tracing the lines of definition produced by his movement. She ran her hand up his chest, feeling the strength of him move under his warm flesh. She moved to his arm and laughed softly as he lifted his fist and flexed his muscles for her to caress.
"So, what's your favorite sexual position?" She brought her eyes to him slowly, the fierce blue shining with a reflection from the fire making it appear as though there were flames dancing within her and at that moment he believed there were.
"Any one that involves you." He dipped his head to kiss the base of her throat and she tipped up her chin in offering. He opened his mouth over the tender dip pulling gently as she began to move beneath him. He trailed his tongue up to her jaw and over to her ear where he began gently kissing, his soft breath causing chills to move over her. He felt her hands move up into his hair and cradle his head as she turned him so she could kiss him. She moved her mouth slowly over his reveling in the taste he had denied her, filling her with a sense of satisfaction even as it widened the chasm of need within her.
He tugged on her sweat shirt and they broke apart long enough for him to peel it over her head. The heat of his stare moved over her, his lips touched lightly between her breasts, just grazing against her skin, moving over her with feather lightness. Temperance closed her eyes and lifted her body toward him, her skin tingled everywhere he touched, the pleasure was intoxicating. His tongue circled her breast, around the dark edge of her areole; he lifted his head, watching the glistening edge of the nipple as his breath made it tighten. Her soft gasp drew his attention and he glanced to her face, etched with desire, before pulling her nipple into the hot depths of his mouth. He felt the vibration of her moaning, the sound sending a painful throb to his already full penis. He moved his hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her through her jeans, he pressed his fingers against her. She rocked hard up against his hand, the languid mood dissolving away in the building crest of urgency. She thinks briefly that she can feel her pulse beating between her legs as he presses against her. He unbuttons her jeans, pulls down the zipper and begins pushing them down her hips, sitting up to reach her feet so he can pull them off of her. He runs his palms up her legs and sees her smile as she lifts her hips, allowing him to take her underwear from her also.
As he moves to lie back down she reaches for his zipper, "we might as well take care of this right now." She pulls at his jeans and he lifts, shoving both his jeans and underwear down and over his feet. He settles next to her and sighs deeply, always content on some primitive level to be naked next to her. She reaches over and cups his penis, stiff and bobbing slightly from his movements, her unexpected touch makes him gasp. Her fingers moved over him, feeling each ridge and contour, sliding up and down the shaft. He feels himself thicken and he knows he won't last if she continues to touch him. He takes her wrist and pulls her hand away, rolling her onto her back and running his hands down the length of her. He kisses her deeply, sliding his hand over her breast as she is lifting toward him. He rolls her nipple between his fingers enjoying the way she moans into his mouth, her hips are rocking gently. He kisses his way down her body, his tongue darting into her navel as he passes, moving down to her thighs. His hand caresses her leg and she spreads them, aching for him to touch her. He moves between her legs, easing them further apart as he nibbles a path on the tender flesh inside her thigh, she is squirming beneath him, panting softly.
He inhales the scent of her, sliding his hands under her, he lifts her hips and slides his tongue between her lips, opening her as he pulls her toward him and places his mouth on her. Temperance gasped loudly, reaching out her hands and clutching the blankets into her fists, her head shot back as her body vibrated with need. She had never had a man lift her up to his mouth and move with such a hunger against her. He moved rhythmically against her, nibbling and sucking, his tongue darting and flicking against her, swirling rapidly in and around her, his hands firmly holding her against him. She was moaning a long low sound which fed his fevered movements, he could feel her thighs trembling against him. He moved one hand to the small of her back, releasing her with the other as his lips clamped around her swollen clit. He slipped his fingers into her burning depths, her slick walls fluttering around him as he stroked his fingertips against her most sensitive spot without mercy.
She cried out his name, her breathing ragged as she struggled with the waves of pleasure rolling over her, out her limbs. Her feet pressed against the floor, pushing her up and against him as her orgasm broke over her, electrical impulses racing through her, out her fingertips, curling her toes as his name careened from her lips. He increased his speed and her hips slammed against him, his hand pushing against her, lifting her while he sucked firmly on her clitoris. She was crying out, her hands pulling the blanket up in tight fists when the second wave hit her. His balls tightened painfully in response to the sound of her. He quickly began sucking the juices gently from her folds as her body clenched around his fingers and her shoulders and legs curled inward desperately trying to hold her at the peak of the intense feelings wracking her body. Her heart was hammering in her chest and the roar of blood rushing filled her ears. He slipped out of her, moving up next to her and she curled on her side, drawing her legs together and up against her belly she wrapped her arms around her knees, needing to hold onto herself as her muscles continued to twitch. He curled behind her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly. She leaned her head down and kissed his arm, unable to speak but wanting him to know he was exactly where she needed him to be.
When he felt her breathing calm he moved his lips to her ear, "Temperance, I love this place already."
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