Not my characters. I'd love to play with Bones though.
Bones sighed. Cat was standing, back to him, and he could hear her struggling to contain herself. He knew she could cry, scream, or rip someone's arm off, and his next words might decide which she chose.
"I didn't have time to call you, pet."
"Didn't have time?!" She spat out, whirling to face him. "We've been chasing that bastard for a month. You know what he did to me. You know I wanted to have the satisfaction of sliding that blade into his heart."
Bones' voice went flat. "Should I have asked him to just hold on a moment, the girl he was snacking on would keep?"
"Low. Low blow, Bones."
He bowed his head, acknowledging the truth to that. The vampire had snacked on Cat, knocking her out before she could twist the blade into his heart, then fled while Bones had healed her three weeks before. Since she had an amazing kill rate, that miss was a stinging slap to her usual deadly accuracy. For him to suggest that she would want another person to be sucked dry while waiting for her stung as well.
"Kitten, I'm sorry." He advanced on her, putting his hands lightly on her shoulders. "I'm sorry you didn't get your revenge." He took a big breath, steeling himself. "I'm not sorry I killed him."
She glared at him, but he could see the fire, and the green light, ebbing from her eyes. Mutely she nodded. "He needed to be dead."
He cuddled her to him, breathing deeply again but this time it was to take in her scent. He loved how she smelled. He also loved how she tasted. His head dipped and he kissed her, pleased when she warmed to him. His hands settled to her hips and they stood together, kissing, letting the tension between them ebb away in their love for one another.
His fingers tightened as their passion grew, his long fingers digging gently into her hips and lower back. At one deep compression she purred into his mouth and he felt her shiver. He pulled back and looked down, kneading again. Her eyes opened as she moaned again.
"Fancy a massage, Kitten?" His voice was silk, an octave deeper than normal. He had pleased her many, many ways but this was one thing they had not yet done together. He pressed his fingers into her back again and watched the pleasure on her face.
He undressed her, stroking his fingers over her skin, and drew her to him on the bed. He sat, placing her in front of him between his legs, kissing her shoulders. Then he put his hands on her waist and pushed his thumbs into the firm, flat muscles of her lower back.
She arched, gasping, her hands spasming once on his knees. He kissed her shoulder, and then squeezed again. He purposely waited long enough that each kneading squeeze felt as good as the first one. He watched gooseflesh form, pleased with himself.
"You like that, Kitten?" He rasped in her ear, nibbling the shell gently. He moved his hands, finding a new muscle group, and began the same slow, pleasant assault. He inhaled again and smelled her responding to him.
She dropped her head to the side and he kissed her neck as he rubbed her back, smelling her, his own need growing. She grew as pliant as warmed putty, small noises of pleasure in her throat telling him each time he found that perfect spot. He could smell her arousal but it was secondary to the other pleasure she was feeling, and he didn't stop until she was practically boneless in front of him.
"My word, Kitten," he said. "It usually takes an orgasm to get you this relaxed."
She purred. "That felt almost as good as one." She leaned against him, breathing steadily, running her hands on his thighs lightly. Then she smiled and shimmied against his erection.
He groaned. Watching her like this had been a test of his control, and he was beginning to lose his battle. "I want you, Kitten."
She lay down, almost a plop given her relaxation level. Who needed grace. She held her arms up to him. "Love me, Bones."
He undressed quickly and moved between her legs, gliding his fingers over her to be sure she was ready. She parted willingly and the next moment he was inside her.
She moaned again and wrapped her legs around him. He moved slowly, sensing that what would please her most would be a long, slow session of lovemaking. He nibbled her neck, licking her pulse. She whimpered and begged "More." He happily complied.
As she neared her orgasm she turned her head. "Bite me. Please." He kicked her pulse again, sucking blood to the surface, and then pierced her skin with his fangs. She moaned and tightened around him, clenching her internal muscles as well, making him groan into her neck.
He was midway through his third swallow when she shattered around him, convulsing, raking his back with her nails. Then she lay still, panting.
His mouth stayed on her neck, timing his sucks with his thrusts. In moments he spilled inside her. After he finished, he raked his tongue on a fang and closed the bite marks, then lay atop her, sated.
She blinked at him, then they shared a kiss. "You look as limp as melted butter on a warm scone," he said, his voice faintly amused.
"You..." she murmured, "are amazing."
"Only for you, Kitten," he said, kissing her again.
And wrapped together, they both drifted off.
