Title: Slow hands
Author: wanderingsmith
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me for this.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Who's playing that music? And who's going to tango...
Warning: BB
An: not been betaed, just a scene I had stuck in my head and decided to try to put down

Chapter one

As Booth walked into the Jeffersonian, he could hear music, loud volume, muffled by walls, the low sexy beat evocative of a hot crowded dance floor.

He grinned and wondered who he'd get to tease for their obvious mood as he followed the sound deeper into the building. He'd half expected to end up in Angela's domain and, as the song changed, was slightly shocked to realize the music was coming from Temperance's office instead.

" Darlin' don't say a word, cause I already heard
What your body's sayin' to mine"

Temperance closed her eyes and listened to the words as the beat behind the music snaked through her, hips swaying with every pulse,

" I want a man with a slow hand"

her hands pretend-smoothed down her ribs to her thighs as her whole body swayed to the hastening rhythm.

After several weeks of too much FBI stress and too little time for her own work, she'd decided to try an old college trick to relax; sexy music and mental permission to think whatever thoughts chose to come. And if this time she'd known very well where her thoughts would go.. well, who was to know.

She knew there was an uncharacteristically large smile on her face as she imagined dancing like this with Booth, his oh so familiar bedroom eyes fixed on her and promising to take her over the moon.

" On shadowed ground, with no one around
And a blanket of stars in our eyes
We are drifting free, like two lost leaves
On the crazy wind of the night"

Lost in the music, amused at her own thoughts, she opened her eyes and saw Booth standing in the doorway, eyes wide, breathing through lightly parted lips with a faint grin.

" Darlin', don't say a word, 'cause I already heard
What your body's sayin' to mine"

He saw her eyes widen slightly as her body missed a few beats; but then her smile turned into an outright come-hither grin and she went back to dancing. His breath hitched for a moment at the blatant way her half closed eyes undressed him as her lips followed the lyrics, though the stereo was too loud for him to hear her voice.

" 'Cause I got a man with a slow hand
I got a lover with an easy touch
I found somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I found somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand"

There was a very faint voice at the back of his mind, reminding him that she could kick his butt if he tried something she didn't want. But the temptation of her sweetly moving body and the sexy beat pounding the room were far louder as he stepped up to her.

Temperance let her eyes close as she felt his arms come around her, his chest come to rest surrounding her shoulder blades. She raised her hands behind her head to his neck as he joined her swaying to the music, their hips pressed and his lips tickling her ear.

" If I want it all night
Please say it's alright
It's not a fast move
But a slow groove
On my mind"

The husky tone in his soft whisper, the warm breath tracing her cheek, all left her shivering and unconsciously resting more of her weight on him. She didn't want to think, didn't want to remember her inability to connect with anyone, let alone men. If this sweet, mutual seduction was wrong, was a mistake, she would deal with it in the morning light.

For now, even as the song ended, his head turned that little bit, his lips laying a deliberate kiss to her ear as another song started, and all she felt was the warmth of his heavy body, the safety of his wide shoulders supporting her. And the growing arousal, hers and his; his hands now flat against her belly holding her tight against him.


The song I went with is 'Slow Hands' by the Pointer Sisters. I know I heard a more modern version at some point on the radio, though the only one I can find now has that 70s sounds to it.. oh well; good lyrics, good beat

an2: I know its a 'little' OoC for brennan. It's the image that stuck with me, not a long story, not on this thread.

An: I may continue. Although if someone with skills at witting sex scenes were to volunteer to advise/beta.. well, maybe the chances would be higher. Sorry folks, I love reading them, but I've never managed to write one.