Warning: Sexually explicit chapter-rated M
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She walked up to the resort house, she needed to change into her clothes and decided she
should rinse off in one of the showers. As she took off her bathing suit she tried to remember the last time she had spent the day with a man and wore just her bikini the whole time without being self conscious. Never. She stepped under the water, a hollow feeling of nerves in her belly, she watched her own hands move over her body and they felt strange to her. Suddenly she knew why, her whole body was so anticipating his touch that even her own hands didn't feel right. Her body was aching for him and she considered walking nude from the shower to where she knew he was on the other side of the wall. She tried to imagine the look on his face, it was so tempting, but his words came back to her. Not here, not for our first time. She finished her shower quickly and stepped out, drying off and dressing back into her tank and shorts in record time. She seemed in control of herself as she brushed her hair and packed her suit and yet marveled at the swirling emotions within her that, in contradiction, seemed completely out of control. It was like being drugged or in a dream, her mind and heart racing and her body moving at its normal rate of function. She looked in the mirror one last time, her eyes were dilated and glassy, her face pink from the sun, her breathing quick and shallow, "get a hold of yourself," she whispered to her own reflection but the woman in the mirror just smiled back. Temperance was ready and went in search of Booth.
He packed everything but his bag into the car, when he reached the resort house he heard the shower turn on and thought that was a good idea. He started his water and stripped off his trunks, his penis bobbing in soft salute under the cold water. His testicles ached, he had been in some state of arousal almost all day. How was he going to control himself when he got there? All his urges were tuned so high that all he could imagine was fevered pounding release. He had taken his share of women to bed along the way but no one had ever evoked in him this type of raw desire. He never felt for even a moment the way he had felt all day with her, consumed, his erection seeming to just materialize as she looked at him. He couldn't imagine what it would take to exhaust this feeling. How long would they have to make love to burn through all this wanting? A week, a month, a year or maybe, hopefully, a lifetime. He stepped out of the shower and dried and dressed, combing through his hair he glanced in the mirror. Even to himself he looked crazy, his eyes bright and wild, his jaw clenched. He leaned toward the mirror, "settle down." His image appeared to calm down, his face softening, but this was a sniper trick for as calm as he now looked, he could still hear his heart pounding in his own ears.
When she came out he was standing next to the truck waiting for her, leaning casually against the door just like any other day. He took her bag and tossed it into the back, she had just gotten into her seat when he stepped inside the door. He leaned down and kissed her, relaying his urgency and need, his tongue roaming in hunger. He cupped her breast through her shirt, rubbing over the nipple with his thumb. She pressed her feet against the floor, her body lifting off the seat, straining toward him. Her arms wound around his neck pulling him to her, her fingers sinking into his muscles. He released her, buckled her seat belt over her, kissed her forehead and walked around and got in his side of the car. Once buckled in he looked at her, "I was just making sure you were still with me."
"Booth it would take a lobotomy to get you out of my head right now."
He burst out laughing. "Bones, that was both a squint joke and a sex joke, well done."
She too was laughing and it helped ease their tension and loosen some of the energy. He turned the key and dialed them through the security gate, laughter still spilling from the car.
He headed toward the city.
"Talk to me Bones."
"About what?"
"Anything, I need to concentrate on the road, I need to think about something other than how your body feels under my hands." He drew a deep breath, looking over at her and in that glance felt the impact of her.
"I think my mother would have liked you." She was surprised that this is what she had blurted out and she was suddenly embarrassed, like a teenager looking for parental approval for her boyfriend. It had been on her mind today, she knew that's why she said it. "All the game playing and talk of our childhoods made me think of my mother quite a bit today and I think she would have liked you. She was worried about my lack of social skills and always told me that when I became an adult the issues of my teenaged years would be long gone. Some times I wonder if she had lived if that would have been true. I know though that she would have liked you although now, knowing what I know, she probably would have had a breakdown if I brought an FBI agent home. My parents on the most wanted list, my brother an ex convict, me not only working with the FBI but seeing an agent is a set up for disaster. Even with my so called limited social skills I could see that being a problem." She smiled then, the irony of it all so blatant now that she had spoken it out loud.
"Bones, that means a lot to me, not just that you shared all that with me, but that your mom would've liked me. I'm really touched that you think so. Thank you, for that, it just, well it just means a lot." He was unable to describe how he felt, that was a big admission on her part and a lot for her to offer him about the pain that not having her mother caused her. He wanted to say more to her but didn't really know what that would be. He was just happy that she felt comfortable enough to start talking to him about it at all.
He reached over and took her hand, just holding it gently in his. He gave it a squeeze when he had to let go to turn the suv onto the freeway. She dropped her hand to his thigh and let it rest there, he felt the warmth through his jeans. She was looking out the window, deep in thought and he was afraid the conversation about her mother had turned her inward. He could feel her hand then, her fingers dancing lightly on his leg, moving higher. He didn't look down as he wanted to do because he knew they would get in an accident. Her fingers began to massage his muscle, slowly moving up his leg. The pressure increased and her hand moved between his legs, curling around his erection, squeezing lightly. She could feel him grow against her palm and she sighed heavily as a throb pulsed in her center. A groan drifted from his side of the car.
His voice was weighted and deep, "Temperance, you are supposed to be talking to me so I can concentrate on the road, this feels, well, counterproductive."
"How did that go, I was just trying to make sure you were still with me." She moved her hand back to her lap as he began to chuckle.
"Very funny, you're a quick learner, I'll hand you that." She was laughing softly. "Do you want to go to your place or mine?"
"Mine, if that's okay with you." Her answer was immediate and she was turning red, a look of guilt washing across her face.
"What's up Bones, you answered that as if you had already been thinking about it." He couldn't quite place what was going on in her head at that moment.
"It's nothing, just forget about it." Something was clearly going on with this.
"Oh no you don't, I can see that you're hiding something and you're blushing." He was using the charming grin.
She pulled down her visor and looked in the mirror, placing her hands on her cheeks, "damn it." She snapped the visor up, sitting for a moment, when she spoke her voice had that clear tone of simply stating the facts. "I want to go to my place because I was thinking about what we were going to do when we got there. Then I was thinking about how empty my apartment feels sometimes after you leave so I figured I would be able to go lie down and your scent would be there and it would make me feel better, not so alone." She was almost whispering by the time she said the last sentence.
When she vaguely referred to what they were going to do when they got there, he almost teased her, to get her to name their intensions in a more specific way. As she continued and he heard her say her place felt empty after he left, his chest grew tight. He didn't like to think of her as lonely and the image of her moving about her rooms in a lost fashion flashed in his head. She wanted to sleep in a bed that smelled like him so she wouldn't feel so lonely after he left.
"Bones, do you realize that when you were sitting in your home thinking about how empty it felt after I left, I was in my car dreading the drive to my home because I knew you were not in it. I always have a hard time walking away from your door." He didn't know how else to respond except to be honest. "It's funny that we both felt that way and didn't say anything but we can talk now, you don't have to feel that way anymore. It's human nature to not want to be alone."
She was looking at him with slight surprise, "I was thinking that same thing earlier today, how studying thousands of years of remains has told us that man has always sought the company of others, built villages, lived in groups. Even long after the element of security was gone, man has always chosen to live with others of his own kind."
"There was some point today when you were actually thinking that?" He seemed genuinely surprised. When was she reviewing the social history of mankind? He had been with her all day.
"When you were napping on the beach I was working through this part of myself that was no longer content to be alone in the world. What good would all my accomplishments be if there was no one there to share them with, it becomes sort of a sour victory. I realized even my parents, while they were robbing banks, conning people, changing their identities and running, always had each other. So I concluded that there was no prize in living my life so removed, it left me without a witness, without someone to share it with, without…without…"
"Without anyone to love you, without anyone for you to love in return, without a partner, in crime or otherwise." She was staring, eyes wide and he could only glance at her while driving.
There it was again, that love word, for the third time. There was some saying about things in threes or something like that but she couldn't recall it. Love, did she love him? Was she falling in love with him? Was he falling in love with her? She had to stop thinking about it, it made her head spin. She felt him take her hand.
"Yes, without all of that."
"I think you and I have already been some of those things for one another, even if we weren't aware of it. I hope this all hasn't been too much for you today, I know that since we found your mother there has been a lot for you to process but I want you to know I've been very proud of you, how you've dealt with it all and how you have been making such an effort to reach out to people, I know that's been hard." He felt her squeeze his hand and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. He heard her soft word of thanks and they rode the rest of the way in comfortable silence.
He was proud of her, there hadn't been anyone in her life to be proud of her in a long time, at least no one whose opinion she valued. She didn't want to cry so she was trying not to blink, breathing deeply. She still felt weak when she cried and despite the fact she was allowing people into her life she was not comfortable crying. Angela told her it didn't make her weak, that some emotions and having people who care about you in your life actually made you strong. She was startled out of thought as the car pulled into the parking lot. Suddenly she was nervous, and even as she scolded herself the jitters in her stomach danced.
They unpacked the car, emptying the cooler and putting things away as they went. Booth set his bag inside the door, unsure of what to do with it. He was watching her out of his peripheral vision, aware of her every movement. He could feel the tension building in the room and was trying to think of what to do to slow it down. It was only about five o'clock so they had plenty of time although dinner would be a thought at some point. He turned around to speak to her and saw her lifting his bag, without a glance she walked down the hall toward her room. She set the bag near the bed, went and pulled some matches out of a bowl on her nightstand and set them near a candle on her dresser. She had just pulled the blinds and turned around when she saw Booth standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame watching her. She slipped off her shoes and walked over to him, her eyes bright she held his gaze and simply placed one hand on his chest.
He leaned in and barely kissed her, their breath mingling as his tongue ran over her upper lip, she opened her mouth, moving her hand behind his neck and pulling him into her. She took her time, meeting his tongue with her own, tasting him now, exploring, she turned her head and he moved closer, now running the tip of his tongue over hers, into her mouth and deeper. He eased his head back and kissed up her jaw, taking her ear lobe into his mouth and sucking gently, running his tongue around the edge of her ear as a small gasp escaped her lips.
Her arms tightened around him and he could feel her fingers massaging and then grazing over his muscles. His hands moved from her hips, tugging her shirt from her waist and sliding up her back. His lips slid down her slender neck and he licked the dip at the base of her neck, tracing his way back up with his tongue. He kissed her chin, his tongue darting out to the dimple in the center then he moved up and bit her lower lip gently. A soft moan came from her, he could feel the vibration in her lips. She leaned back slightly, pulling his t-shirt from his jeans and up over his head, he released her long enough to let the shirt leave his body. She placed her palms on his chest, running them down the front of him, on the way back up her fingers traced the lines of his muscles and then she bent forward, her mouth on him, kissing, open, her tongue running across him, circling his nipple, licking over the top of it and suddenly biting into the solid flesh. She was engrossed in him, moving over him nipping, kissing, sucking the flesh as she went, dragging her teeth across his nipples, moving up to his neck and biting into his shoulder. Her hands were lightly raking up and down his shoulders and arms. He was groaning a low steady rumble from his chest, she loved the sensation of the sound underneath her mouth, the taste and scent of him driving her from one spot to the next.
He had never had a woman attend to him like this, it was driving him crazy, the feel of her against him, hungry to taste him, moving so sensuously over him. He had to concentrate to maintain his control. When she moved back to his neck he pulled her back into him, a small breath rushing from her as she felt his erection press against her. He moved to her lips, kissing her aggressively now, moving his tongue in and out of her mouth, touching hers and withdrawing over and over until she felt dizzy. His hands moved up her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts, her skin was on fire. He paused and stripped her tank up over her head, she shivered as his hands returned to her body, sliding up her sides, his thumbs swept out and over her nipples through the thin material of her bra, she jerked slightly in his grasp and tilted her head back. He moved his mouth to her neck, nuzzling his whiskered jaw along her skin as he sucked softly and then firmly on the muscle across her shoulder. His mouth traveled back to her ear, his thumbs moving steadily over her nipples in a relentless pattern, the peaks tightening beneath his touch. His voice was hot in her ear, "you feel so amazing." He could feel the goose bumps rise on her skin at the sound and feel of his voice, "Temperance, lets go to bed, I want to feel you against me."
She released him reluctantly, taking his hand and walking to the bed. She stopped at the edge and he stopped behind her. She felt him lift her hair and kiss the back of her neck, letting his tongue follow the line of her back, undoing her bra as he went. He reached to her shoulders and slid the straps down her ams, letting it fall. His hands came around her sides and up, cupping both breasts, letting the weight of them rest in his palms as his fingers moved over and around the nipples. He was kissing her back again and came up to her shoulder, peering over he watched as his hands moved over the creamy flesh outlined by the lines of her suit from their day in the sun. He smiled as his fingers grasped the nipples firmly. She arched back against him, her head against his shoulder, her breasts out, her hips pushing back into his penis, moaning. He dropped his hands to her waist and undid her shorts, pushing them down until they fell to the floor. Her arms came up and reached back, pulling his head around she turned her face so she could kiss him. His hands moved freely over the front of her, caressing her breasts, across her belly, over her hips and to the top of her thighs, indulging in the soft feel of her skin beneath him. The desire pooled between her legs, she could feel the moisture and heat against her thighs, everywhere his hands moved her body moved to follow.
She began rocking her hips back against him, pushing up and down, almost stroking him with her body. His hand traced the edge of her underwear and slipped beneath the material, dipping into her soft hair, sinking past her lips into the silky wetness and pressing on her clitoris. She jerked back against him, crying out from the sudden intense jolt of pleasure. He removed his hand and turned her around. As he reached for her she grabbed his wrists and moved his hands behind his back, he left them there as she brought her hands around to the front and undid his jeans, slowly popping the button and dragging the zipper down. She began kissing his chest again, slipping her hands into the waist of both his jeans and boxers, down and around, squeezing his ass, then pulling both down to the floor. He stepped out of his clothes and she pulled off his shoes and socks, then stood, with him naked in front of her. She began at his shoulders, touching him with her slender fingers, kissing him lightly, moving down his body with focused intensity, burning a path down the center of him. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, feeling the trail of fire in the wake of her mouth, her fingers. In a flash he scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
She was looking at him, her eyes a bottomless blue, need echoing in their depths he kept his gaze locked on hers as he reached down and slid her underwear off. He let his eyes slowly travel the length of her, she was trembling. He lay down next to her, kissing her, his tongue teasing hers, prodding gently. She felt his hand across her abdomen, smoothing across her skin, down one thigh and up the other, circling but not touching. He moved his hand between her legs, her hair barely grazing his palm and could feel the heat pouring off her. He took his mouth from hers, rubbing his cheek against her and moving to her ear, "you are so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful." He moved his head down to her neck kissing a path to her breast, capturing the nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue firmly over the head. She moaned and pushed up against him, the sound becoming a steady hum from her lips as he continued.
He moved up and was kissing her neck, every touch made her feel more alive, more aroused, just more. She wrapped her legs around him, opening her eyes, her fingers pressing into his back, she reached down and moved the head of his penis against her waiting body, rubbing it up and down in the wet entrance. He was looking at her now and she gave him the smallest nod so he pushed into her. He felt her walls suck around him, hot, tight, he eased forward slowly, watching as she drew in her breath. He felt her lift up beneath him, rolling her hips and drawing up her knees as he sank deeper into her. He watched her arch her head into the pillow, her hands clenched onto his back. He began kissing her neck and slowly moving all the way out and back into her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, locked her gaze on his, their bodies on fire, sliding together, beginning a rhythm as they rocked together. She brought his face to hers, their lips barely touching, "Seeley you feel so, so…"
"I know, it's okay, I know." He was whispering against her lips and leaning in to kiss her as he began moving faster, her thighs tightening against his sides, she followed. They moved together, following the urge to go faster, he could feel her tightening around him and he knew she was close. He pushed rapidly against her, she came up off the bed, calling his name, her thighs crushing against him, her legs and hips lifting them as her body locked on him. His hips pushed forward, his penis emptying in her with each throb against her as she clamped around him, the feeling exploding between them, through them, over them. They were suspended, held in motion as the feeling folded in on itself over and over. Her body was twitching and trembling as she slid her legs down so they were back against the bed. Her hands were on his buttocks holding on, still pressing him inside of her.
She felt him reach up and move the damp strands from the side of her face, she was overwhelmed, her chest ached, her muscles were still jumping with small shocks and she was afraid to open her eyes. She could feel the burn of tears behind her lids and didn't understand them. He was watching her, he kissed her lids and tasting the salt he knew she was holding on tightly. He hugged her, their bodies still hot and slick and she held on tightly. He waited, just holding her until he felt her start to relax beneath him. He braced himself up higher on his elbows and placed a feather kiss on her lips.
"Temperance open your eyes." It was a simple request. Her lids fluttered and she looked at him, her eyes shining, the cool blue washing over him. He smiled, a grin of satisfaction and joy spread across his face and she smiled back. He eased out of her, hearing her groan of protest as he went, moving next to her on the bed.
She rolled onto her side, next to him, watching his profile as he continued to steady his breathing.
"It was worth it," he spoke softly and she wondered for a second if he was just talking out loud, or to her.
"What was worth it?" She was still breathy as she spoke.
"This, it was worth every moment of waiting, every second of doubt, fear, longing, frustration,…all of it was so worth it, you were so worth it." He turned and looked at her, she was smiling at him.
"I'm glad you never gave up on me." She reached over and stroked the stubble on his cheek, loving the feel of it against her. "Thank you for that."
He started to chuckle, "just remember this at those moments that you want to kill me." He heard her laugh and a grumble come from her. "Was that your stomach?"
"Yes, I am starving. Aren't you hungry? You have to be. We need to refuel our bodies."
He was smiling broadly, "Yes, I am starving."
She climbed off the bed, standing naked. He watched her, surprised, her hair loose and ruffled, her features soft from the sexual activity, the lines from her suit and the marks from his mouth telling the tale of their day together. She was breathtaking.
"Seeley, if you want to do that again anytime soon, I need to eat." She turned then, picked up her robe and left him scrambling from the bed.