Into the Wild
Rating: Apparently people like M rated stories. Who knew? Ha! However there seems to be a lot of people out there who do not. For this reason, please be very aware that herein you will find scenes of graphic, consensual sex. Please don't send me emails telling me you were not warned. Oh and… for anyone who wants more graphic stories, please ask me personally because I am not allowed to post MA stories on here. Email me. I'll be happy to comply wink, wink
Disclaimer: It's irrelevant. Okay… maybe Fox won't agree so for the record, they're not mine.
A/N: I think I covered it all.
He didn't touch her, at first.
There was a gleam in his eyes that told her everything she needed to know. Somehow, she imagined this point had been carefully orchestrated. Booth wanted to play the game even before they'd left DC. She understood why, now. Twenty Questions was a game where revelations were inevitable and, whether she liked it or not, he was going to squeeze every ounce of privacy out of her life.
And he was going to play on it, arouse her and then, all his plans would join and he'd be hovering over her with a wicked grin and eyes that undressed, aroused and pleasured all at once.
Booth would be good at pleasuring. He oozed sexuality and men like him did not ooze it unless they were good at carrying the implication through.
She felt heat rise in her chest and her stomach knotted with sweet anticipation. His mouth was close. She felt his breath on her lips and inhaled the loveliness of it. All her dreams, her forbidden fantasies, had been way off the mark. It was better. A million times better. And he didn't even kissed her yet.
When his hand brushed over her shoulder, along her bare arm, she shivered, all the tiny hairs standing on end. He stroked her skin, caressing, familiarizing. His fingers mapped her. She tilted her head, encouraging his kiss. Time moved agonizingly slow. The seconds ticked by, his hand seeming to pause every few inches. He touched her neck, his face conveying his fascination.
"There's something about you, Bones," he said, leaning close, continuing his study of her body. "I can't get you out of my head." She shifted, her fingers twitching as she inhaled the scent of him – rugged and earthy. He smelt wild and untamed and she wanted their bodies to reflect that. She wanted to be wild and untamed, too.
Her fingers moved over his torso, the images of his nakedness burned into her memory. She saw the water run over him and wished it could have been her hands. Or her tongue. Or both. "Booth-"
He touched her lips with his, gentle, savouring the taste of her. Savouring the first initial contact – because he knew he would never get to kiss her for the first time, ever again. She leaned into him, instigating, leading. Brennan had never been an overly submissive lover. But she'd never found such courage or felt such a surge of urgency or desire before.
Her fingers clung to the base of his neck, her mouth searching him, begging. She'd never begged before, either. Her previous lovers had always done the running, and normally the sexual begging. Booth… he was different. He knew he had her. He knew, from the moment they met, that she felt a tingle of arousal every time she looked at him.
And he damn well knew who her fantasy figure was.
Booth had a dexterous tongue. Even her sexually addled brain, she knew how to be scientific. Dexterous definitely described how his tongue explored her mouth. She had read somewhere that a kiss was the most arousing part of sex. She had never believed it, because she had always felt kissing was just a way of slowing it down. Otherwise sex wouldn't last five minutes.
But with Booth, the languorous way he tasted her lips, inside her mouth, his tongue rolling against hers, she understood just how sexual it could be. His kiss alone was better than all the foreplay she'd experienced before.
He fell back against his rucksack and she settled against his hips, his hands slipping beneath her vest, splayed across her back. His fingertip traced the line of her spine, tickling and stirring all her senses until her body tingled with anticipation.
He tugged at the hem and she lifted her arms, allowing him to pull her top off. Momentarily, she held her arm across her breasts, unnerved by how he looked at her – with passion unleashed. He reached for her wrist, pulling her arm away, his lips parting. He sighed.
"Don't," he warned. "You look amazing. Better than amazing you-" He shook his head, recalling how she'd looked in her transparent sports bra. The sight of her was committed to memory. He passed his fingers over her breast, astonished at how her nipple tightened in an instant and her breathing hitched a little. She wriggled against his groin, whimpering. He'd been told by women before that he was a good lover. A considerate lover. But no one had responded to him like Brennan.
He circled the hardened nub with his thumb, bending his head and following the path with his tongue. She gasped, tossing her head back. "Booth-" Her fingers tightened in his hair, clutching with fists. He took her nipple between his teeth, wishing he'd removed her bra, too. He wanted to taste her. Feel her skin inside his mouth.
He ran his tongue across her chest, along her throat. He sucked on her pulse, satisfied and aroused by how her hearted raced at his touch.
When their clothes were removed, their hands roamed, revelling in the feel of skin against skin and how, despite the cool night air, their skin felt fevered.
Brennan positioned herself over him, and he sank into her, hissing her name.
Temperance.
Not Brennan. Not Bones.
The sound of her given name on his lips aroused her more than she could have imagined. He'd released inhibitions and crossed a line. He acknowledged in one word, her name, that she wasn't just the forensic anthropologist who helped him sometimes. He had acknowledged she was a woman. A woman he wanted.
She held him against her, their bodies thrusting and rocking in a frenzied dance. Brennan whispered and moaned, quite astounded at how he felt. She wasn't exactly a virgin to sex. She wasn't a virgin to good sex. But… Booth was something else entirely.
He was amazing.
The best by far.
She let him take control, holding her hips, thrusting, faster and faster until she felt her body stiffen and her orgasm approached so fast she had no time to prepare. No time to compose herself. She cried out, his name echoing through the trees, into the darkness. He pressed his lips to hers, smoothing her cries as torrent after torrent of euphoria thundered through her veins, through her womb, centred right where he thrust a final time, his teeth closing around her lower lip as his body released him of his own desperate desire.
Brennan felt weak. Her limbs soft and useless as she fell against him, her chest heaving.
His arms snaked around her, his breath hot and heavy against her throat.
"Bones," he whispered, as if he were enthralled by her. She smiled, nuzzling his chest closing her eyes. He smelt better, now.
He smelt of earth, rugged manliness and sex. Hot, sticky sex.
She breathed him in. "Guess I didn't need to be the last man," he quipped and she giggled.
"No, Booth. If there were a thousand men lined up, I'd still pick you." He kissed her head.
"That's good odds," he said. She hummed in agreement. "Maybe we should…" he gestured to the tent behind then. "Remember tomorrow is a tiring day, Bones. If don't know if either of us will be strong enough, now." She thought of how she'd handle it, trekking through the forest when she knew they'd had sex. When she knew everything was different and he wasn't really imagining the Tomb Raider woman.
She dressed quickly, crawling into the tent and slipping under the sleeping bag, yawning widely. Brennan didn't remember a time when she was quite so tired. Or quite so satisfied, either.
Booth fell against his makeshift pillow next to her, his arm falling easily around her waist. She wondered at the development. They'd never be able to shift backwards. He'd claimed ownership of her, in so many ways. There would be no Internet men, now. Booth had obviously been keeping his eye on her, waiting to stake his claim. And he had.
"Night, Bones," he murmured against her hair and she smiled.
"Night, Booth."
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Morning came much to early.
Booth woke first, scrubbing his hand along his face. In two days, they'd be free of the forest, allowed to go back to Washington where they could sleep in a bed, work in heated offices and eat food cooked by someone else.
For now, he would have to wake Brennan and they'd have to head off. And soon.
He touched her shoulder and she murmured, turning. Her blue eyes blinked, confused. Memories of what they'd done sunk in, followed by the realisation that she could not blame it on alcohol. "Hmm… Booth?" He nodded, unzipping the tent, pulling back the canvas and inhaling the pine scented, fresh morning air.
"We need to go, Bones. It's already six thirty." She rubbed her eyes, pulling her hair from her face. Tendrils had come unbound during the night, framing her face. She looked dishevelled. It suited her. "I think we'll find our first task, today." Booth said, slipping out of the tent. She followed.
"I'd forgotten about that," she admitted. They caught sight of her bra, discarded by the edge of the fire. Brennan snatched it, a blush colouring her cheeks. "I can be ready in ten minutes," she hurried, untying her hair and pulling a comb from her rucksack. He nodded abruptly.
"Good. The sooner we're out of here, the better."
Packing the tent away proved easier than putting it up. He found he was able to do it without help, rolling the canvas and slipping it into the little carry bag. He marvelled over how such a small amount of material even converted into something so big. Then, pushing the poles into the bag, he dropped the lot into Brennan's rucksack. She was humming to herself, changed now into new cargo pants and a grey shirt. She'd combed her hair through and tied it into a knot at the nape of her neck.
Booth had mentioned a lot of uphill walking. He'd told her it would be tough going. As they plundered through the trees, the terrain remained flat for over an hour. Brennan listened to the sound of nature while they continued in companionable silence. Booth didn't mentioned sex. Neither did she. It seemed easier, more professional.
She thought of it. Almost every other minute. Searing images of his mouth on her, him inside her, him kissing her, bombarded her brain until she fazed everything else out. Which was probably why she failed to hear the thundering rush of water that surrounded them. She didn't establish nearing the waterfall until she stood at the edge of an almost infinite chasm, looking down into the edge of the river, below. Just beyond the stony strip, she saw the water. It looked cold.
"Hmm…" Booth said. She knew that the river was at least three times the width of the one they'd camped at. The water meandered away to her left and to her right the waterfall cascaded, spraying a fine cool mist against their skin as it fell. She saw no bridge. No way to cross.
"Yeah," she said at last. "Hmm." Booth crouched, concentrating – deep in thought. She watched as his features registered realisation and he winced.
"I think we've stumbled upon our first task, Bones." She felt her eyes widen.
"I was hoping we'd just went the wrong way," she said at last.
"There's only one way across." He pointed down. "We go down, swim across and climb up." She shook her head, slowly.
"We have no ropes!" Booth shrugged, shucking off his rucksack.
"Do you have anything breakable in that?" He asked. She shook her head. "Good, that'll make this easier then." And he tossed his rucksack over the edge. It seemed to fall for a minute before they heard the thud as it hit the stony shore below. When she took hers off, it followed. "I go first, Bones. Watch you footing and for God's sake… be careful."
With that, he turned and began to descend the slope.
Hmm… I had much, much more graphic thoughts in mind. Half way through I realised I was starting to break the rules. If you want the graphic version, email me.
Anyway, reviews are welcome. Plus, I have something in mind for task three. Hope you'll want more.