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The knock at her door was soft, almost hesitant, but the rush of adrenaline that she got at hearing it nearly brought her to her knees. She'd only been home a few moments, but she'd used her time wisely to change into a long, silky nightgown that hugged her hips in just the right way and sat low enough at her breasts to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. The cream color offset her pale skin nicely and the thin straps looked delicate on her slim, graceful shoulders.
She hadn't had time to take her hair down from the loose chignon it had been gathered up in for the mixer, but that was alright with her, she liked the way her long neck looked anyway.
Taking a slow, steadying breath, she unlocked the door and opened it slowly to reveal herself to the man in her doorway. The look on his face upon seeing her went from one that she dared interpret as concern to unabashed admiration. She felt a blush heat her cheeks slightly. Exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for.
"I'm glad you decided to join me." She stepped aside to let him in and he tore his eyes away from her as she closed the door just long enough to see that she'd set the lights low and lit a few strategically placed candles near the sofa. A warm glow was also coming from the bedroom and he could imagine that she'd lit candles in there too. His heart picked up even more speed at the thought.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Her voice was low, seductive and he found himself looking at her mouth. He blinked his eyes hard to clear his head. He'd come here to talk to her, not to take her up on her offer. "I'll take a beer."
She smiled. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll bring it out to you."
You're here to find out what's wrong with your partner. You're here to find out what's wrong with your partner….
He recited the words over and over again in his head like a mantra, hoping that if he said them enough times he would be suddenly immune to what the candlelight was doing to her skin or how her body looked in that nightie. This was too surreal. He was in Bones' apartment and she was in lingerie.
Was he dreaming this?
She came back into the room and held the beer out to him, taking a seat close beside him on the sofa. She was practically in his lap, her arm draped over the back of the couch so she could lean in to him. Unable to stop himself, he glanced over at her to see that the way she was leaning exposed even more of the swells of her breasts than before.
You're here to find out what's wrong with your partner. You're...here…to ….
Taking a sip from his beer he tried to gather the thoughts that were scattering away like snow flurries before he spoke. "Bones, I think we need to talk about what brought this on. You need to tell me what's happened."
She reached up with the hand that had been draped over the couch and brushed his hair gently away from his temple. He had to fight the urge to lean into her hand and nuzzle it like a cat. She rarely touched him, at least like this, and it felt so amazing.
You're here to find….out, um, to find out what's, uh..
"I want you Booth. Plain and simple, my body has a physiological reaction to yours and it's starting to impede my ability to work alongside you without distractions. By giving in to our baser urges, I believe the tension that exists between us will be lifted and we will be able to go back to working alongside each other with the air cleared."
Booth swallowed audibly. "Bones, that isn't a good idea."
A knot formed immediately in her stomach and she had to fight the instinct to run into the bedroom so she could hide from his rejection. She'd prepared herself for this, hadn't she? She'd thought about his response the entire drive home and she'd known that he would disagree, be the gentlemen as Angela had put it. Still, she couldn't entirely keep the sting of uncertainty out of her voice as she replied. "You don't want me? You don't feel the same way?"
Booth set his beer down on the coffee table and turned his body on the couch so he could face her as she was facing him. Taking her hand in his he willed himself to be resolute but gentle. He had to do what was right, but he knew how he went about it was vitally important. This was dangerous water he was treading.
"Bones, its not that. I do want you." He lowered his eyes, feeling suddenly very exposed. "I want you very much."
"But, you don't find it as distracting as I do? It isn't disrupting your thoughts at work?"
He had to fight the urge to snicker. God, if she only knew. There wasn't a moment that went by in his day that she didn't occupy some corner of his thoughts. He wondered where she was when she wasn't with him, wondered what she would think about a piece of evidence she hadn't seen yet or a clue he'd just discovered. He loved to watch her at work, examining a skeleton or going over facts. He didn't know how or when it had happened but she'd become his entire universe and his desire to keep her in the dark about his feelings for her was a self-preservation necessity. If she knew how he felt he'd lose her, both personally and professionally. At least, that's what he'd thought up until tonight. Now he was confused and off kilter and he didn't like that feeling. He liked feeling in control of his life and, at this moment, he felt completely at sea.
He forced himself to look her directly in the eyes as he responded. "I think about you, I'll admit that. No man wouldn't Bones, you're smart and beautiful."
"And special. You said that I was special once." He smiled at her blunt reminder, loving that she was never one to sell herself short.
"And special, yes. But, you're the best partner I've ever had and it's more important to me than anything that I don't lose that."
She smiled slowly at his words and he felt temporarily relieved. She understood.
"I feel the same way. That's why we need to remove the curiosity. Don't you see? We've worked side by side for so long that there is a curiosity between us of what the other would be like in physical sense. It's distracting and, in our line of work, distractions can be dangerous. All we have to do is remove that interest and we'll be able to return to our day to day as if nothing had happened. It's a perfectly rational solution to the problem at hand."
Blaring alarm bells began ringing in Booth's mind, despite the fact that his body was raring to put her plan into action. What she was saying was starting to make a lot of sense to the side of his brain that was beginning to grow aroused at the prospect of making love to Dr. Temperance Brennan while the other half of his brain knew that he wasn't wired that way, that what she was proposing wasn't making love, but no strings sex. He wasn't a man who was capable of being intimate with her and then acting as if nothing had happened.
Not with her. Not this woman.
"Bones, I-"
"Shh." She laid one long, elegant finger against his lips to stop his protest. She knew she was right about this and now that she'd gotten the thought in her head she couldn't stop herself. She kept telling herself that it was completely logical to take this step, that she was only doing it for the sake of strengthening their working relationship. She didn't want to consider that there could be any other reason why she was so desperate to make this happen.
"No more words Booth. I'm right about this. I know it and you know it or you wouldn't have come here tonight."
Before he had time to argue her statement, she leaned in and pressed her warm, soft lips to his. His arms lifted up instinctively to push her away, but she angled her head a bit and flicked his lower lip with her tongue, effectively erasing all of his thoughts before he could complete the intended action. Instead, he felt his traitor arms lightly encircling her.
You're here to….to… Holy God this feels good.
He let his guard down slightly, just enough for his lips to part a bit more. She felt the change and took full advantage of it, sliding her tongue fluidly into his warm mouth. A groan sounded low in her throat when her tongue rubbed up against his and his eyes fluttered closed.
He was as powerless to stop what was going on as he was to stop the world from turning and, at this moment, he couldn't have cared less. Why did he have to always be the voice of reason, the stand up guy that did the right thing? The woman currently erasing his mind with her mouth was someone he'd only dreamt of having in this context and he was tired of being the good guy. Right now, at this moment, he wanted to be the guy that took what he wanted, even though he knew that it was going to cost him in the long run.
She ran her fingers through his hair, making him tremble. He itched to touch her. Reaching up, he let his hands roam lazily across her back. The soft material of her nightgown and the soft feel of her warm skin were almost the same to his hands. He'd known that her skin would feel like this, could tell from the look of it, but that still didn't prepare him for how it truly felt to touch her.
Without warning, she climbed onto his lap until she was straddling him and then increased the intensity of their embrace until they were kissing with such passion that it took his breath away. She speared her hands into his hair and he grabbed fistfuls of her nightgown. They took turns changing the angle of the kiss, alternated between sucking on one another's bottom lip and launching an all out assault on each other's mouth with their tongues. Brennan began to buck unconsciously on his lap and he lowered his hands to clasp her hips, holding on for dear life as she rode him with their clothes on.
She could feel him beneath her, hard and ready, and the desire to feel him inside her was her undoing. Breaking their kiss she pulled away just far enough to reach between them, taking the button to his tuxedo pants in her hands. She'd popped it open and was setting to work on the zipper when he came enough to his senses to stay her hand.
"Not here." His voice was gruff and she looked into his eyes, suddenly awestruck by the passion in them. He'd never looked at her this way before and it both excited her and made her nervous. His lips were red where she'd punished them with her own and his usually perfect hair was tousled. He looked virile and a little dangerous and she was more turned on than she could remember ever being. There was no doubt whatsoever in her mind. Seeley Booth was all man.
Without another word he stood up and she had to wrap her arms and legs around him to keep from falling. He clutched her under her bottom, holding her too him as he took her lips again, the ardor behind his kiss taking her breath away and melting her like butter. She'd been the instigator but she could suddenly feel herself losing the upper hand here.
Blindly, he began to carry her toward the bedroom and anticipation began to lap at her insides. She'd made the bed earlier in the day and he'd arrived before she'd had time to do much more than light a candle on each nightstand, but the room looked warm and romantic in their golden glow.
Despite his barely restrained desire, he placed her gently on the bed and took her eyes captive with his. He didn't speak as he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and then began working the buttons on his shirt. She scrambled to her knees and began helping him with the buttons, eager to have him out of his clothes. She wanted to see him naked again, see him aroused and ready for her. Just for her.
Once unbuttoned he yanked the shirt off and she pushed his undershirt up until he grabbed it and pulled it impatiently over his head. She let her hands roam, enjoying how his eyes closed at the sensation and his muscles jumped under the brush of her hands. "Does it feel good when I touch you?" She whispered, watching his face with avid attention.
He sucked in a breath. "You have no idea."
"Show me then."
His eyes opened at her invitation, just in time to see her pull her nightgown up and off, revealing her naked body except for a baby blue thong that she'd no doubt been wearing under her cocktail dress earlier in the evening.
Booth lost all power of speech. She'd seen him naked but he'd never been given the same pleasure until this moment and the sight that had eluded him all this time was more amazing than he had ever imagined it to be. He had been so sure that he'd made her into something in his mind that wasn't real, an image of perfection that she couldn't possibly live up to. His imagination had been a work by Picasso and she was kneeling before him in the candlelight of her bedroom as a Rembrandt.
He reached out and traced her collarbone with his fingers, letting them fall softly down to the swell of her breast. Her breathing accelerated as he lightly ran his fingertips down the side of it's fullness, brushing his thumb across her nipple until it pebbled beneath his soft ministrations. With a moan she reached out and finished what she'd started with his pants, taking them down as far as she could so he could step out of them. She toyed with the elastic of his boxers for a moment before she pulled those down too and her eyes widened at what she revealed.
"Booth," She looked up at his smoky, half lidded eyes with surprise and then back down at his member. She's seen it when he'd been in his bathtub with that ridiculous beer thing on his head. Now it was fully erect, which changed her perception quite dramatically. "You're extremely well endowed."
Her statement and the expression on her face from looking at him in all his glory was like a shot of adrenaline to his pride and he took her lips with his own again as he began to move forward onto the bed. She had no choice but to lay back as he crawled over top of her and nestled himself between her legs. "And you're the most perfect creature I've ever seen." He murmured into her neck as he trailed kisses all over it. "Ever touched."
Then, suddenly, everything changed again. His intense, fervent kisses gave way to soft brushes of his lips and seductive dips of his tongue. Sitting up on his elbows, he brushed his hands across her hair, her cheeks, her forehead. She wrapped her arms around him, amazed at the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. She'd known he was in good shape, but the hard, solid feel of him made her suddenly feel more female than ever.
"Seeley, you feel so good."
Her tone was almost surprised and a husky chuckle escaped his lips. "So do you Temperance."
Pulling away from their kisses he looked down into her eyes, deeper blue with golden flickers in this lighting. Her expression was one of desire and anticipation with just a hint of uncertainty mixed in it. He was sure it mirrored his own exactly.
"Temperance, if we do this you know it's going to change everything and maybe not in the way you think it will. It's not too late. If you don't want to go through with this, we don't have to."
Trepidation crossed her features. "Do you want to stop?"
Everything in him begged him to stop before they did what couldn't be taken back. The fact was, no matter how certainly his head knew that this was a disastrous mistake, his heart wasn't capable of stopping. If she told him to get up and leave right now, he could. For her. But, he was in too deep to be able to save himself at this point.
He shook his head slowly.
Relief pushed the trepidation from her expression at his response and she ran her fingernails lightly down his back, making him tremble. "I couldn't stop even if I wanted to." And then she signed his death warrant, pinning him with those crystal blue eyes. "Please Seeley. Please, I need to feel you inside me."
His good intentions, his self control, his ability to do the right thing, all of it crumbled to ashes and blew away upon hearing the word please from her mouth. He reached down and pulled her panties low enough for her to kick them off. When there were no barriers between them anymore he tested her entrance, could feel how ready she was for him. With a torturous slowness he eased himself inside her as he watched her face register the sensation. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she adjusted to his considerable size and then they rolled back with pleasure before they fluttered closed as he ever so slowly began to move within her.
Small noises began escaping her lips, noises of pleasure and desire that were making him throb for her. With no small amount of astonishment he realized that he might not be able to go for very long and panic seized him that his performance would be sub par.
Desperately he pushed himself up onto his hands and reached between them, rubbing her expertly with his thumb.
"Oh God Seeley, don't stop!" Her cry was guttural as she tipped her head back and arched her perfect breasts up toward him. He wanted to touch them but he couldn't stimulate her, make love to her and touch her all at once in this position. With a hiss of impatience he grabbed her around the waist and rolled them until she was on top of him.
Reaching up, he took one of her breasts in his hand while he went back to working his magic on her with his thumb. The weight of it was impressive in his hand and he marveled at how amazing they were, how soft and full. He had to close his eyes for a moment, remove the beautiful sight of her as he felt himself getting dangerously close to toppling over the edge before she'd been fully satisfied.
The rhythm of her hips was intoxicating as she balanced herself with her hands on his chest. Her moans began to grow increasingly louder and her chest began to blush pink, all signs telling Booth that she was close. He just had to hold on for a moment longer through the blinding torment of this pleasure and then he could take the release that he needed so badly. The intensity of his body's reaction to her was greater than any that he'd ever experienced and that would have terrified the hell out of him if it hadn't felt so good at the moment.
He'd leave it for tomorrow to be terrified. Today, right now, he was going to enjoy every moment of this before it was gone.
"Booth, oh God Booth!" Her body shuttered and he felt her clutch repeatedly around him where he joined their bodies together. She let her head fall back as wave after wave of pleasure took her. Watching her orgasm was the single sexiest thing he had ever witnessed and it was also his undoing. Unable to hold it back any longer he let go, spilling himself inside of her in such a blinding release that he temporarily lost all mastery over his senses and he was immersed in a state of pure sensation.
After a moment he felt the weight of her body as she collapsed onto his chest, felt her breasts brushing his skin, making goose flesh pop up. He kissed her temple as he struggled to get his breath back.
It had been earth shattering. The idea that they could come together like this and it would be casual, at least for him, had been a laughable concept from the get go but he hadn't expected it to be quite like this. Never had sex been like this for him, never, and he had been with several partners in his life that he'd cared a great deal for. He'd never really been a man for meaningless encounters, even though he'd had them. This, though, was beyond anything he'd experienced before and as sleep began to creep in and take them both his last thoughts were filled with uncertainty and dread.
What had he done?