Ooookay, another idea for a one-shot pestered me until I wrote it out of my head ;) This is the first time I actually try to use first person + present tense. Kind of an experiment ;) . I hope it turns out to be both read- and enjoyable.
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Temptation
I'm not going to give into the temptation. I'm not. Maybe, just maybe, if I tell it myself often enough, I'll be able to believe in it. So not giving in.
She turns around to give me that impatient look of hers, while stomping ahead of me towards her office through the abandoned Jeffersonian and I know that I'm never going to succeed. Not a chance in hell. Maybe I'll be able to withstand the temptation named Temperance for another hour, another day, another week. But hell, it's just crystal clear that someday I'll seize to be strong enough. Though I'm still not quite sure if it's my strength that keeps me from kissing her senseless or my weakness. Maybe I'm a coward.
She has stopped, half-way through the lab and is staring at me. No, I realize, she is scowling. I guess she said something to me and I should have answered. I stop, too. "Ah, what did you say?" I ask, trying my charm smile on her. The scowl doesn't vanish and the ultimate female accusation against a man is thrown in my face: "You're not listening to a single word I say."
"Ah, that's not true… " I stumble over my own words. Her reaction is one of the few questions that actually are even more lethal than the statement she'd used before. "What did I just say, hm?" Crap. The question is right up there with "Do I look fat in this?" or "Do you think this woman is prettier than me?"
And while Bones is not likely to use the other two questions, she uses "What did I just say?" – or variations of it – quite frequently. Idiot that I am, I often give her reason for it, too.
"I may have been distracted for a minute." I admit and I'm not even lying. I had been distracted. By her ass in that goddamn tight pair of jeans. And by the thought of kissing her. That's the part I can't tell her, though.
"By what?" She promptly asks and I manage not to groan. I would be damn proud of this achievement, too, if she wasn't giving me that 'glare'. I can actually picture daggers shooting out of her eyes, piercing me. Ridiculous, I know, but if she'd be looking at you that way….
"Brain." I say and tap my forehead. "Thoughts"
She rolls her eyes at me. "Partner." She points at herself and mocks my linguistically lame answer from before. "Talking." Then she points at me. "You. Listening."
"I'm not a complete caveman." I manage to pour a little hurt into my voice, although I think her imitation of me was awfully cute. Can't tell her that, though.
"I'm not so sure. Even a child should have the ability to walk and have a conversation at the same time." She points out. Little smart-ass. No, don't think of her ass!
"I have no problem walking and listening to you." Now it's my turn to scowl at her. "I was thinking about the case, okay?"
"You probably shouldn't have asked me about my opinion if you're not ready to listen to my answer." Bones gives back, her eyes shooting daggers once again. I can almost feel them. Almost.
"Well, make it shorter then. All that squint-talk's going to give me a head-ache." I counter.
Her eyebrows shoot up. "I was not giving you a scientific answer whatsoever. I told you about my personal view on this matter."
She had? Ooops. "Ah, you did?" I try to charm smile her again, but I think I'm losing my touch, because she is still scowling at me. Damn it.
"Do you even remember what you asked me?" Her eyes are glinting dangerously and her voice drops a little. Oh-oh. Red alert. Abandon the ship, forget about women and children, let me go first!
"Look, I'm sorry, Bones. I've got a lot of things on my mind." I try to explain, hey, I even apologise, that should give me some cookie points. It doesn't, though. She just keeps on scowling.
"You asked me what I think drove this girl into suicide. You hardly ever ask me for my personal opinion, Booth, only my professional view. And now you ask and then you don't even have the decency to listen." Her voice is clipped. And a little hurt. No, no, no. Not hurt. I can't take it when she's hurt. Gets to me every time.
I sigh. "I'm really sorry, Bones. I got distracted. Would you repeat what you've told me? I really want to know." Grovel, Booth, grovel. Thankfully at this hour nobody's insane enough to be at the lab to witness my defeat.
"I don't like to repeat myself." The hurt is still in her voice, but her posture is less aggressive and stiff.
Well, more grovelling it is. "I'm sorry. Look, Temperance. I'm a man. Don't you women always complain that we're horrible at listening? Well, now you know it's true. I'm living proof of that horrible male flaw. " An amused smile tugs at her lip and I know I've got the ship back on course.
"One of the many horrible flaws of men." She comments and I grovel some more by nodding eagerly.
Man, I'm feeling like an obedient little puppy. But instead of wagging my tail (oh and wouldn't that be fun, too) I'm nodding my head like an idiot.
She arches an eyebrow at me and I know I've overdone it. "You're mocking me." She pouts a little and I'm a goner. What is it about that woman, really? The way she juts out her chin a little and sticks out her lower lip when she pouts…. Adorable. I'm on the verge of blurting it out, but I catch myself. Wouldn't do me any good, right? She'd probably slug me.
"Come on, Bones. Tell me what you think drove that girl into suicide." I ask her, referring again to the case we just closed, because it hadn't been homicide, but suicide.
She waits a moment, then nods, resumes walking towards her office and starts to talk. And I'm once again trailing behind her, admiring her ass in that tight pair of jeans, desperately trying to concentrate on what she's saying. I'm not sure if I'll be able to listen to her if she's walking ahead of me, so I walk a little faster. When I'm beside her, she shuts up abruptly and gives me that questioning look again. Crap, I really managed to get distracted AGAIN. At least now I have a notion what she's been talking about.
"I think you're getting really good at understanding people." I say, silently praying that it's going to be a good answer, and won't raise any suspicions.
"Thank you." She says, obviously proud. I nearly sigh in relief. "So you agree?"
"Ah…" I hesitate. What to say, what to say? "I guess so." I manage and she gives me a wary look. "You didn't listen." Her voice is grave.
"Ah, I didn't catch all of it, since you were walking ahead." I say. Hey, not lying, totally not lying. Her walking in front of me really caused my lack in interest in what she was saying. Can't think of much, when you're distracted on that very.. uhm…special… level.
"What is wrong with you?" She addresses me. "I think you really need to see a doctor. Even for men it's not normal not to be capable of participating in a conversation while walking. Or are you counting your steps?" Her tone oozes sarcasm. And a little hurt, again. Damn, damn, damn.
"Bones, I'm really sorry. Today… I'm not feeling well." Technically, not a lie, again. It's not comfortable to walk around with a hard-on half of the time. I'm really good at not lying, but also not telling the truth, right? Yay me!
Worry starts to show on her face. "You really need to see a doctor?"
"No, no. I guess….. Maybe I should just go sit down a little." I say. Sitting down is good. I don't see her ass in front of me, when we're sitting, right? She's going to sit on it. Good solution, Seeley.
She nods, concern edged in her face, opens the door to her office and watches me like a hawk while I slowly sit down on her couch. Obviously she's ready to come to my aid in case I pass out or something. Her concern is flattering. Makes me feel guilty, though.
Bones gets a glass of water and places it on the small table in front of me. "You need anything?" She asks and I only shake my head. "Just a moment, okay?" I say, trying to get her to sit down too, so I don't get distracted by her ass in that GOD DAMNED PAIR OF JEANS again. I hate those jeans. They ought to be on the list of forbidden clothes or something. So tempting. On the other hand, what would be the jeans without the woman inside them, huh? So, it's her who should be on a list.
Bones nods and lowers herself into the chair directly in front of me. Then she leans forward to press her hand against my brow, trying to feel if I'm feverish. Her movement gives me a pretty good view of her cleavage and I nearly groan.
"Hm" She says. "I think you're having a temperature."
Sure I have. I could even tell her what kind. The hots for her. That's what I have. Lots of temperature.
"Maybe you're coming down with something." Huh. Wouldn't mind coming with her. Down, up, sideways, you name it.
"No, I'm fine." I say and she gives me that concerned look again, but she leans back. No cleavage – panorama anymore. I practically feel my temperature go down again. Small things to be thankful for.
"I'm just going to open the window. Fresh air will be good for you." She says and rises, turns around and presents – once again – the tempting view of her ass in those tight-fitting jeans. I groan. She doesn't seem to hear it.
She crosses over to the window and opens it. Fresh air wafts in, filling her office. I'm really thankful for it, until I see what it does to her. To her nipples, to be accurate. They advertise themselves, little peaks, clearly visible through the material of her blouse. Tempting, teasing me.
I briefly close my eyes and count to ten. I think I really have to get out of here. Out of her office. Need to get her out of my head. Cold shower for me, I decide. I open my eyes again.
She's watching me – and I see her eyebrows rising in astonishment. I follow her gaze and my face reddens. There, between my legs is very prominent proof of my fascination with her nipples and / or her ass. Damn. I shift, trying to hide my hard-on from hell.
"Booth." She says. I avoid looking at her.
"What was it you said distracted you before?" There is amusement in her voice. AMUSEMENT. She's torturing me. She definitely needs to go on that list. I'll make it my mission to put her on it.
"Thoughts." My voice is hoarse when I force out the single word..
"Uh-uh." She makes. "Thoughts." She repeats the word and although I'm not looking at her I can tell she is smiling. Broadly so.
"And what were you thinking about?" She asks, slowly walking towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I see that there is something…. predatory about the way she moves. Temptation on legs. Long legs.
"Many things." I answer, my eyes glued to the glass of water on the table.
I watch her hand take the glass of water away. Okay, focus, man, focus. You'll find something else to look at.
Unfortunately I don't have time to search for another inanimate object to concentrate on, because she lowers herself on the table directly in front of me. No escape. And it would look damn cowardly, right?
I close my eyes. It doesn't help, she's that near I can feel her breath on my face. "Booth." She whispers. "Were you staring at my ass when we were walking through the lab?"
Air whooshed out of me. "Yes." I whisper, my voice hoarse. My eyes are still closed, I don't dare to open them. I'm a coward, I know. I should be able to look at her, but I'm not quite sure if I want to see the expression on her face. Is she amused? Appalled? Insulted?
"So, you weren't listening to what I was saying, because you we're checking me out?" She interrogates me.
"Ah…" I hesitate. I have to open my eyes, to look at her before I say something that might get me a blackened eye. I'm man enough to want to see the blow coming.
The look on her face is one I've never seen before. Definitely curious, but there's something else too. I sigh and admit defeat. "Yeah, that's about… right."
"And this….." She gestures towards my erection which threatens to tear my pants apart. "… is for me?"
I nod. Words elude me, so nodding is all I manage.
"You want me." She says. It's a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway.
"I want you too." Her voice is husky and I think I know what I've seen on her face before. Hope, curiosity and lust. Oh, boy.
"You do?" I hear myself ask. Nothing more than a croak, really.
"I want you to touch me, Booth. I want you to show me all you know about defying the laws of physics." She whispers. That's it. I can't bear NOT to touch her after those words.
My hands reach for her face as if of their own volition and I cup her cheeks. "How can I say no to that" I whisper and touch my lips to hers. I try to be gentle, show her that it's not only lust, but damn it, she's making clear enough she doesn't care about gentleness right now.
She practically jumps into my lap, one of her hands trying to unbutton my shirt while she rakes the fingers of the other through my hair. My mouth ravishes hers and my hands travel over the perfect curve of her ass. Admiring it is one thing, but touching it….
Then I jump at the sound of a throat being cleared behind me. Bones nearly jumps off my lap again. "I'm sorry."
Angela says, but clearly she's not. She's beaming at us. "I really hate to interrupt, but Bren you still got my car keys."
"Oh." Bones breaths. Quickly she crosses to her desk, digs out the keys and throws them at her best friend. "Sorry. I borrowed her car, cause mine refused to work." She adds for my benefit.
"So…" I say, slowly catching up with the information. "You need a lift home?"
"Oh, yes." She almost sighs it and a new wave of desire fires through me at the sound of her husky voice.
"Ho, boy." Angela comments. "You've got to blow off the steam right here or you'll wreck your car. I'm going to close this door, you're going to lock it, Sweetie. Nobody's here, so feel free to have wild monkey sex. The watchman comes by at 1 am. Maybe you'll manage to be gone by then." She grins. "Have fun." She closes the door behind her as promised and Bones hurries towards it.
For a moment I fear she's going to bolt. But she doesn't, she simply turns the key in the lock, makes sure the blinds are down, then walks towards me, all sexily swaggering hips and kiss-swollen lips.
"1 am." She says. "Is three hours away."
I so totally give into the temptation. Three hours are nothing.
Soooo. What do you say? You like it? It's definitely going to stay a one-shot, I simply don't have time to take it somewhere else and I kind of like that it starts with him telling himself not to give into the temptation and ends with him doing exactly that ;) Is it okay to use first person + present tense?
Maybe – if I have more ideas for smutty or half-smutty one-shots – this will evolve into a one-shot collection. I already have a t-rated one, but this is on the verge, IMO.
Reviews would be AWESOME!