TitleThis is Life
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wished I owned them. But I don't.
Rating: I would rate this one an M.
A/N: I hope there is still enough interest in this story to keep it going. I know it's been such a long time since I updated. I apologise for that. But I have switched my music to an equally gorgeous Chinese Mediation track and I just wanted to write about the boat and the lake for a little while longer – at least while my inspiration was around. Let me know if you liked.
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They lay on the floor of the small boat, their legs draped over the narrow bench, staring at the infinite blue sky above their heads. Booth, with his hands folded neatly atop his torso, and only the smallest band of bronzed skin exposed by his creeping shirt, sighed softly and smiled.
"This is nice," he said. Brennan hummed, turning her head to observe the dusting to dark coarse hair that ran along his belly.
"It is," she agreed, nodding slowly. "A vast difference from the city life I am used to." He grumbled accordingly, unlinking his fingers and reaching across to grasp her hand. She turned her palm upward, welcoming his touch.
Their little boat rocked gently in the afternoon breeze, and far above their heads, a flock of birds circled and twittered happily. She could easily have fallen asleep. But Booth's voice, low but insistent kept her fully conscious. "Do you think this will last forever, Bones?" He asked, and she turned her head again, blinking twice.
"What?" She asked.
"This," Booth said, waving to the tranquillity that almost enveloped them. "Us." She squeezed his fingers a little, looking up at the sky around them.
"Well, by Monday we'll have to leave all this – reality beckons… but us… yeah… I'm pretty sure…"
"Pretty sure?"
"As sure as I can be in a world where anything is possible and, with an infinite amount of possibilities it is logical that I cannot say for definite whether we will or won't be together forever," she paused and swallowed. "But I am as sure as I can be, yes."
Booth chuckled, and the sound seemed perfectly at home with the serene and peaceable noises of nature. "I love you, despite your insanely analytical mind," he said, glancing sideways at her. She cleared her throat.
"Despite my analytical mind?" Brennan queried. "You mean you don't love it too?" Another chuckle followed, and she felt warm at the free at which it came forth. Back in DC he wasn't quite so liberated. But neither was she. If only Angela could see her lying now, at the bottom of a rowing boat, holding hands with Booth like a love-struck teenager.
"Yeah… I love it, too." She closed her eyes, cocooned in the summery warmth and the scent of leaves and flowers. "Bones?" She hummed again. "In your analytical mind, do you imagine you'll ever stop loving me?" Brennan shrugged, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Depends. Is this weekend of love-making limited to once a year?" Booth turned to his side, slipping his free hand beneath her shirt. She felt his fingertips stroke her sternum, and their proximity to her breasts made her nipples harden.
"Hell no," he whispered huskily. She opened her eyes, her gaze smoky and lusty.
"Then I doubt I will ever willingly stop loving you." He smiled, kissing the column of her throat, nipping softly at the tender flesh until she sighed.
"Is that your analytical way of saying that sometimes things can take an unstoppable turn and…" she nodded, kissing his temple. "Well, if willingly is all I am going to get, I'd be a fool not to take it." Brennan let his fingers cup her breast and his thumb circle her nipple, so slowly, she almost wanted to scream.
When his attentions ceased, she mourned the loss of his touch, and released his hand, searching for his head. He touched her lips, unhurried. She stroked her fingers through his hair, over his scalp, her mouth moving against his. Booth tasted delicious, like the beer he'd drank on the plane and the tangy green apple he'd munched in the car over to the hotel.
When she sucked a deep breath, his fingers shifted deftly, slipping beneath the waist of her pants. He touched her, slowly, sensually, as if their outdoor display of affection didn't matter. She wondered if, anyone standing on the hillside were looking down, would they see how his fingers stroked her, now? Would they see their mutual excitement?
Brennan was surprised by how little she cared. With he rubbed slow circles, she felt elated. She felt as though they were the only two people in the universe, and the whispering water, brushing against the shore and the birds around them were merely a soundtrack to their intimate lovemaking. She liked the feeling of being part of a couple. Especially when, here, she could fantasise that they were two lovers in an empty world.
Booth slipped his fingers inside her, smiling against her mouth when she moaned aloud. Stroking and thrusting made her insides coil, and her heart beat a crazy staccato against her ribs. She leaned into him, murmuring his name when he applied pressure to her swollen nub.
She called him Seeley.
It took lots for her to revert to his given name. She liked how it sounded on her lips, though.
"Seeley…" she whispered again, mulling it over. "You make it… so good…" she found herself thinking about the same thing, every single time Booth brought her to orgasm. How he was the best lover she'd ever had. No one had ever gone to such lengths to ensure she was pleasured.
When she finished panting, he removed his fingers and kissed her nose, which she immediately wrinkled. "What about you…?" She asked, feebly touching his steely erection within his jeans. He smiled against her ear.
"I'll be inside you within an hour," he promised, teasing her senses by cheekily licking the most sensitive part of her lobe – right at the bottom, where normally her earrings would have obstructed any such attempts at arousal. Today, she wore diamond studs that didn't dangle.
"An hour? So soon… normally you prolong the agony…" he slipped his dexterous tongue over her jaw.
"There's plenty of time for that, Bones," he promised, the implication remaining unspoken. "But for now, all I want to do is bury myself inside you." He sat, leaving her alone, post-orgasm, her cheeks rosy, and began to row the little boat back along the mirror smooth waters of the lake.
She closed her eyes, still laying on the floor, and allowed herself to imagine just how wonderful her weekend would be.
Sitting up, she took her seat opposite, and drank in their surroundings again. As far as she could tell, no one had witnessed their brief lapse into something approaching outdoor sex, but then, she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter though. She felt blissful, tingling at the prospects of later. Too many sexual thoughts trickled through her stupefied mind to worry about the repercussions of being caught with her lover's hand down her pants.
"Booth?" She asked, straightening, gaining composure.
"Hmm?"
"You know how much I love you, right?" His eyes flickered from the reflective water, and he smiled.
"Yes I do, Bones," he replied.
"And I'll love you even more, after this weekend." He laughed, upping his rowing pace a little.
"I fully intend on it," he said.
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