Title: This is Life
Disclaimer: Well, I tied the CEO of Fox to a chair and demanded that he release all the rights to Bones to me. But he called security who gave me to the police who had me deported. So they're still not mine.
Rating: M-diddly-dee
A/N: Massive thanks to everyone who's reviewed! So glad you like Booth and Brennan's dirty weekend. I'm thinking of throwing some angst into the next couple of chapters, after this one. Let me know what you think!
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The Ties That Bind…
There were two silken scarves. At approximately a foot each, their soft, luxurious fabric curled easily around her wrists and around the thick oak columns of their bed. She didn't fight him, or express how relinquishing her freedom made her feel a little anxious on the inside. Her stomach knotted and her heart pounded erratically against her ribs as he parted the folds of her bathrobe, running the flat of his palm over her belly as she sucked a deep, shaky breath into her lungs.
When his fingertips touched upon the flesh over her pounding heart, his eyes flickered to meets hers, dark and expressive. Then he said the words which made all the pent-up anxiety evaporate from her body.
"Trust me." Her eyes fell shut as his fingers began a slow, thorough examination of her body, over her throat, her clavicle, paying particular attention to her breasts, how her nipples tightened to turgid, aching points, her ribs, which he silently counted as he moved over each one, the concave of her torso when she inhaled deeply, her bellybutton, over her thighs, touching his lips to the little spot behind her knee, down over her ankles to her toes.
He liked her toes.
The soles of her feet were ticklish, and when his stubble brushed the velvety skin there, she jerked within her ties, whispering a harsh prayer for release. He kissed the steep arch of her foot, smiling against her skin, and she murmured his name, over and over like a fevered mantra.
When he stopped, she sagged against the mattress, begging that he not continue his torturous exploration. He chuckled, tonguing her bellybutton. "No way," he replied, twisting his tongue slowly, her hips thrusting, her eyes screwed shut.
"Please Booth…" she said, shaking her wrists – which proved ineffectual. "How long will you…?" His lips curved against her.
"However long it takes me make you come…" he replied, "without me being inside you." She seemed to a tremble a little at this. His ministrations continued, his lips touching upon the sides of her breasts, extraordinarily careful not to move too close to her taut nipples. When he reached her lips, she was begging him to touch her properly. He laughed. "Patience… Bones… patience."
Her protests were silenced by his kiss, deep and hard. She leaned into it, her body relaxed beneath his.
The balcony doors lay open, and a humid breeze swept into the room, the gossamer curtains rising, ghostly and mythical. He slipped his hand over her body, listening to her whimper against his lips, and he smiled inwardly. Brennan was his. Even when she wasn't at his mercy, tied to a bed, she was his! They belonged to each other.
He kissed her, touching her until she trembled beneath his attention, her teeth clamping on his lips for a moment as she convulsed and quivered. He didn't stop touching her until her bliss has subsided and her moans quieted. When they did, she exhaled deeply and pulled on the ties.
He eased the knots, releasing her wrists, watching as she massaged the reddened skin, there. "Booth?" She said, tossing the slips of silk away. "I want you to be inside me now, okay?" He was certainly ready. He'd been hard since dinner arrived and it had taken all his will power not to forego his 'slow seduction' idea and just fuck her.
When he complied, he wondered how, in just a short few moments Brennan was ready for more. Had he gotten himself involved with a nymphomaniac? Lord, he'd found many a naughty secret about Temperance in their time as lovers. Such as, what she called her 'inane desire' to find out how her sofa held up under the strain of their love-making or, was their enough room in his SUV…?
They'd tested the theory of the car during a long drive to Virginia two weekends ago, and, as it happened, there was plenty of room.
And even now, as he thrust into her, he wondered at their sexual exploits. Brennan was braver and more daring than he could have imagined. Even though there was no possible way anyone could have seen them inside the car, it was a daring attempt. She was vocal, too. When, in the throes of passion, Brennan voiced all her thoughts – and he liked the transformation. She'd become uninhibited, free from reservations. He stroked her cheek, listening to her as she encouraged his movements.
She clenched her walls around him, and he came, certain that no one had ever made him feel the way Brennan did. Her body moved against his, she sighed his name and fell limply against the pillows. Booth wondered if anyone in the rooms next to theirs could hear their activities.
Somehow, he didn't care. Brennan made him happy. If she wanted to exercise her vocal chords, he was okay with that. She brushed damp hair from her eyes, turning to her side and smiling.
"You're good at this," she said, and he lifted her hand, examining the pinkish marks left behind from the scarves. "I think we'll be returning home on Monday more tired than we were when we left." Booth smiled, touching his lips to her fingertips.
"Lets hope so," he said.
Soon, when they made their relationship knowledge to everyone – which still included all her colleagues except Angela, they'd be more than just lovers. They'd be a partnership – a real couple. He thought about it as she pulled the blanket over their bodies and nestled into his side. It made sense that a relationship was an eventuality, because they'd been acting that way for awhile, now. It was an unconfirmed relationship, but one nonetheless.
"When we get back on Monday," he said, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "We should make plans to tell everyone." Brennan nodded slowly.
"Yes," she replied. "We should."
It was with these three words that he realised they'd confirmed status. Although they'd already admitted love, this new admission brought the prospect of a life together.
Nuzzling her hair with his nose, he realised he was far from opposed to that.
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Angst is coming up! Teary moments, folks. Well, for me anyway!
