Disclaimer: not mine, and yet I can do with them as I please…
This chapter is rated a strong (but very tasteful) M, please be warned of sexually explicit material.
Authors note: There will be one more M chapter because they are, after all, in that 'I can't keep my hands off you stage' and I love that part but their relationship will continue to develop on other areas as well…I just love this part.
I look forward to your reviews with as much anticipation as you look forward to my next chapter…
The meal was wonderful and once again they were doing dishes, enjoying the simple domestic rhythm between them.
"I'm too full, I should have stopped eating but it just tasted so wonderful, if you continue cooking I'm going to get fat." She was drying the last of the pans and placed it in the cupboard before hanging the towel to dry. She noticed the implication of her own words, that he would be here and they would be deciding things like dinner plans and whether or not to cook or eat out. When did this change in thinking happen in her brain?
"Bones do you have yoga and exercise mats?"
She looked at him like he was crazy, "yes, why, do you want to exercise now?" She was utterly confused.
Ignoring her confusion for the moment he continued, "how many of each do you have?"
"I have two yoga mats and four of the exercise mats."
"Great, can you get me both yoga mats and two of the exercise mats and a sheet, please." He was grinning at her, enjoying himself. When she left the room he took everything off the long wooden coffee table and chuckling, checked it for sturdiness. She came back in the room and watched him as he alternated the yoga mats and exercise mats on the top of the coffee table before covering them with the sheet. It was at that moment she realized he had just created a massage table and had requested the yoga mats so that their rubbery surface would keep the layers from sliding. It was actually rather ingenious.
"Now I need oil and a towel and I think we'll be all set." His eyes were twinkling and her stomach turned over slowly in response to his stare. She went in search of the items he requested and once again he got busy as soon as she left the room. He placed a pitcher of ice water and two glasses on the end table, lit three candles in the room and turned off the remaining lights. Deciding it was still a little too dim he lit a fourth candle before smiling in satisfaction.
Her voice surprised him, "here you go." She was nervous and she couldn't manage to figure out why. Her body began to tingle in anticipation as she glanced around the room; it looked very ceremonial to her, as though some ancient sacred ritual was to be preformed here.
Booth was looking at the oil, pure sesame, no additives, no scent, light and easily absorbed. He smiled because it was so like her to choose something so organically pure.
He set the items on the floor and came over to her, "never let it be said that I'm a bad loser." He was untying her robe as he spoke, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it slide to the floor. She stood before him, the candle light flickering over her milky skin and he had the urge to follow the dancing lights across her body with his tongue. Her beauty immobilized him, sent him tumbling into a mental trance of desire and disbelief. He had suppressed his want of her for so long that he was afraid that any moment he would open his eyes and be in his own bed alone because it had all been a dream. He raked his gaze slowly over her, appreciating every curve on every inch of her.
"Booth, I hope this elaborate setting is more than a stage where you're just going to stare at me." Her voice was soft with laughter; she was amused by his distraction. She closed the two steps between them and popped the button on his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down.
"Bones, what are you doing?"
"If I have to be naked to receive this massage, you have to be naked to give it. You know we are still functioning under that Quid Pro Quo ruling, a fair exchange, equality in all things." She pushed his clothing to the floor and ran her hands up the sides of his muscled legs, pausing to place a kiss on the top of his penis as she ascended. He gasped in surprise as the jolt of arousal pushed him to his full length. His erection pressed firmly against her as he pulled her to him and kissed her, craving the still new taste of her. He stopped after one kiss, taking her hand and leading her to the table, knowing if he didn't slow things down now there would be no massage.
She lay face down on the table, he watched her wiggle around, finding a position that was comfortable, head to the side, arms down next to her. He took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. He knelt down next to the table, filled his palm with oil and rubbed his hands together to warm it. He dropped his hands to her shoulders and sank them into her flesh, starting with the muscles at her neck. She moaned softly and his body ached in response. His strong hands stroked her, warming, kneading, working the tension out of each muscle. She verbally responded to his touch with small noises of contentment and pleasure. He moved slowly over her skin, feeling her shoulder blades rise against his palm, her slender ribs pass under each of his fingers, his hands coming together at her small waist. He mentally noted every freckle and scar, mapping every inch of her flesh as he moved over her.
She sighed deeply, unable to remember the last time she had a massage. Booth's hands moved onto her shoulders and neck, she could feel the heat pouring out of his palms, his fingers sinking into her muscles and soothing the tightness from them. She felt him following the line of her back, the touch more of a caress, with his fingers splayed his hands seemed almost to wrap around her. She pictured him with her eyes closed and the speed and rhythm of his stroke changed against her, reminiscent of his work with the dough. He used his entire hand, pressing the knuckles into surface muscles to force the blood flow through the tension, working his strong fingers deep into the tissue and then smoothing the surface with his palm. Every cell in her body is responding to the warmth of his touch as though she is existing only because he is touching her. Once again she has that feeling of belonging, being included in some greater picture of the world.
Her skin tingled and she realized he had lightened his touch, his hands now grazing the sides of her breasts. The mood was changing, his hands traveling off of her back and down over the round muscles of her ass. Her body was waking in response to the subtle message being scripted by his fingers, lifting slightly into his touch. He drags his fingertips down the back of her thighs, grazing a pattern on the sensitive skin behind her knee. He let the rise of her calf fill his palm and resisted the urge to lean down and bite into the alluring flesh. He moved to her feet, fingers tracing their lines, gently rubbing the soft pads, curling his fist against the arch, molding his hands around them. She wiggled her toes against his fingers and he smiled, feeling as though she had sent him a secret message from deep inside her head where she was now resting.
Temperance was in a state of relaxation that was completely foreign to her, even her thoughts were moving slowly as though floating somewhere under water. She could hear herself moaning and whimpering as he touched her but it was her body responding, not her brain. She felt him move over her, his penis softly striking her side as he stretched across her causing an answering throb from between her legs. She wanted to curl up inside this moment and feel it around her forever, feel his hands on her forever. In the recesses of her mind an alarm rang steadily triggered by the thoughts of wanting, of forever, of the singular realization that she would do anything he asked of her. Can you give yourself completely to another person and still hold on to who you are? The question moved through her, turning over and at that moment she felt his hands sliding up the back of her legs, sliding them slightly apart as his lips touched the base of her spine. She gasped in surprise, all her thoughts left drowning in desire.
He gently moved her legs apart, pressing his lips to her lower back he ran one hand higher up her thigh, letting his fingers feel the heat of her, whispering across the edge of her lips. Her hips pushed toward him and he ran his tongue up the length of her back as his hand moved in soft circles over her cheeks and down her thighs, dropping between them, dipping into the satiny wetness, moving forward and gliding over her clitoris. She rocked back onto his hand, her loud groan filling the room. He removed his hand suddenly and her muscles clenched around the loss. He kissed her neck, moving to her ear, running his tongue around and down to the lobe.
She felt him move away from her and wondered where he could be going. She heard him softly say her name and realizing it came from behind her, she turned her head toward the sofa, opening her eyes. He was sitting there, his eyes smoky with lust, a grin tugging at his mouth as he crooked his finger in a silent plea for her to join him. A smile broke across her face as she rose, standing in front of him but as she moved to sit next to him he reached for her waist and lifted her onto his lap. He perched her on his knees and she drew her knees up comfortably on each side of him. The scent of their arousal swirled and rose between them.
He reached over and filled the glasses on the end table with water and handed her one. As she brought it to her lips she wondered when it had been put there and how she had not noticed it. She drank deeply from the glass, letting the water spill over her chin and run down the front of her, cooling her and melting him. He set his glass down and quickly moved his head to her breast, catching the line of water and tracing it back to her lips. She set her glass down as his head came up her neck and met him, lips parted and hungry for him. She moved to slide forward on his thighs, wanting to be closer, to be against him but his hands on her hips held her fast to the spot. Her arms went around his neck, her hand into his hair, pulling his head in, deepening the kiss and setting the flame between them burning. He lifted his head, panting lightly and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently sitting her upright.
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David pulled into the parking lot and sat for a moment. He had given the situation 24 hours and had decided he had spoken in haste. He had strong feelings for Tempe, he may even love her. He had thought a long time about their relationship and in the end felt that it was worth fighting for, after all, she had been dreaming and people couldn't control what happened in their sleep. He thought he could figure out a way to reduce her contact with the FBI, with Booth in particular. He was going to call a friend of his, a wealthy friend and ask that Tempe be assigned to certain in house tasks because he had a personal investment in the results and in exchange there would be a fund raising dinner that would donate to the Jeffersonian. It was a win/win situation and it would give them the time they needed to really be together without Booths constant interruption.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out the airline tickets he had purchased, hoping they would be able to launch their renewed relationship with a few days away. He had booked them into a nice hotel, with a Jacuzzi tub in each room hoping to be able to take her away and make love to her, begin again. They had everything in common, she was the perfect partner for him, she had been chosen for him out of millions of people, he just had to give them this chance.
He lifted the bouquet of flowers he brought in lieu of an apology and set out toward her door. He was walking with energy, a man full of intent and hope and was poised to knock when he heard something from the other side of her door.
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He slid his hands down the front of her, cupping her breasts and rolling the nipples firmly between his fingers. She cried out, throwing her head back and closing her eyes against the bolt that shot through her. She moved her hand down his smooth chest, reaching for his penis, which stood between them, erect and waiting. He grabbed her wrist and she looked at him, he gently shook his head no, not wanting to break the magical silence that enveloped them like a shroud. He placed her hand back on his shoulder and returned to her breasts, stroking the tender flesh and capturing the tight buds in his fingers once more. She was moaning as he dipped his head and took the tight tip into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the swollen crest of it. He moved his knees apart, opening her as her own legs spread. She felt the air breeze against her and smiled as she realized the advantages this seating arrangement gave him. She began rocking gently, her eyes having fallen closed again she didn't see his hand soaking in the glass next to them. His fingers were aching with the cold when he slid them between her legs and in one push, into her. Her eyes flew open and her hips jerked forward from the shock, his name tumbling from her lips. He began moving them, the cold so clearly defined within her molten depths that she was sharply aware of their most subtle movement. He stroked her walls, watching her intently, turning his wrist he moved deeper within her and curled his fingertips forward. She jerked her body and opened her vibrant green eyes, grabbing his arm to still him but he smiled, knowing he was exactly where he needed to be. He pressed lightly and began a small circle pattern deep inside her, amazed at how she felt, at how her entire body moved in response to him. Her fingers sank into his arm, a whimper coming from her lips and she rocked her hips firmly against him. Her thighs began to tremble as they fought against his in the urge to tighten, her juices soaking his hand, he increased his speed, fingers vibrating against the culmination of every nerve in her body. Her nails dug into his flesh and her words were hissed between small gasps.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?"
She felt his hot breath against her ear, " loving you."
"Seeley, please, please, finish it, I can't, oohhh fuck, fuck, fuck." Her voice faded into a small cry, smiling at having heard her chant this most obscene of words once again, he tipped her back slightly and pumped rapidly against her. She began yelling his name, her hand released his arm, pounding his chest as her legs locked and she rose up off his lap, arching into the air, her head going back and touching the mats behind her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, crushing them together, pulsing and sucking them in with each spasm that racked her frame. He held onto her, letting her body ride out the waves that washed through her.
He gently eased his fingers out of her, smiling at the small whimper of protest she gave in response. She was trying to catch her breath, settle herself, but her body was still twitching. She leaned forward, laying herself against his chest, his penis a hard line between them. She couldn't think, couldn't pull her thoughts into a coherent sequence. She felt his hand in her hair, soothing her, a slow steady motion that encouraged her body to ease its pace.
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It took him a moment to realize what he was hearing and once he did he couldn't move. He wanted to walk away, wanted to erase this day and move on with his life but he couldn't make his feet turn from the door and carry him home. She was moaning, loudly and groaning and sounding like he had never in his wildest fantasies imagined she would sound. Despite himself he felt his penis twitch painfully, she was getting louder and just as he thought he would be able to tear himself away he heard her climax, and she was yelling 'Seeley' in a tone of complete sexual abandonment. His hands curled tightly into fists, crushing the flowers in one and drawing blood in the palm of the other. The rage welled within him, burned through him. He walked slowly away from the door, a man barely in control. As he approached his car he noticed the black SUV and he heard something snap.
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She lifted her face to his, placing a light kiss on his lips. "Why is it we didn't do this sooner?"
He was chuckling, a deep rumbling within his chest. "Oh so you like this and now you wish we had started it sooner? Well, I would say the first reason was the small problem of your boyfriend. Remember him?"
"It's hard for me to believe that was just yesterday, it feels like it was a long time ago. It feels, it feels…" She looked at him then, and his dark eyes softened as he smiled at her. "It feels like we've been together forever and at the same time it feels brand new. It's like the space paradox of infinity, but I can feel it." Her eyes were wide as though she had just made a connection, a discovery of great importance.
"The really important thing is that we found our way to this point." To accentuate his comment he leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking softly at the milky flesh.
"Had I known how well you were going to deliver on this massage, I wouldn't have let you win so often today." She was smiling, her watery blue eyes twinkling, knowing where his response would go. He started to laugh, a deep rumbling that she felt throughout her body as she lay against him.
"Let me win, very funny. Temperance Brennan I am sure you have never let any body beat you at anything in your entire life. I do however, have a proposition for you."
"Does it involve more of this? Because this, I like." Her voice dropped when she spoke the last two words and she felt his penis stir against her stomach, she was surprised by the gentle pulse in her own body and how easily he reacted to just the sound of her voice.
"Well, it could definitely lead to more of this. I will play you any game and the winner holds the right to have a favor done by the other person. Now if you want to use your favor to get another massage you can or if we are on a case and you want to use your favor to drive, you can do that also. You can spend each favor any way you want to but you have to win to earn them." He was using his teaching voice, probably the one he used to explain things to Parker.
"Who picks the games?"
"Loser of the last challenge picks the next game."
"I am going to love beating you." She was laughing, picturing all the ways she could apply these favors. "So, if I win I could get a gun?"
"Bones, giving you a gun is not a favor because it's not something I personally can do. What ever you ask, I have to be able to do, it's Cullen that will never let that permit go through." He shook his head in amazement at her relentless attempt to get her hands on another weapon.
"But if I win the next game you have to do whatever it is I decide, right?" He could feel her wheels turning and he had to admit it made him a little nervous, after all, her brain worked like no one he had ever met and there was no telling what she would come up with for him to do. He, on the other hand, already had several ideas that he couldn't wait to put into place.
"Right, and if I win you have to do whatever it is I decide. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes, we do. So, since you were the loser of the last game, what is it that you want to play next?" She felt him take a deep breath and once again the twitch of arousal stirred between them. She slid closer against him and rocked her hips, feeling him tighten in response.
"I think you have already started playing a game." His voice had thickened and his hands were roaming up and down her back. She turned her head slightly and began kissing his chest, taking in the dark nipple as she passed. Her hand caressed him, moving lightly over him and she trailed her mouth up to his neck, fastening it at the base of his jugular. She licked a trail up to his ear and in a voice husky with desire began to whisper to him.
"Oh, I'm definitely not playing a game now, as a matter of fact, I have never been more serious. I have the distinct feeling that you and I have unfinished business."
The sound of her voice in his ear caused chills to run down his spine, his penis rising to fully erect. She was gently rubbing her pelvis up and down the length of him, he could feel her slick juices coating him. She made him ache, in his groin, in his chest and in his heart. He breathed deeply, the scent of their arousal thick in the air. She kissed him, grazing her tongue over his lips, sliding it into his mouth, moving aggressively against him now.
He felt her against him, everywhere, touching and kissing him, his body on fire, her touch scalding against him, waking every nerve. He moaned, marveling at how her whole body moved against him, every part of her reaching toward him. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, rubbing his thumbs roughly over the tight peaks. A knife of desire moved though him and he knew he needed to feel her, the hot tight depths of her.
"Temperance, my God, I need to be inside you."
She reached between them, grasping the thickness of him and suddenly he stood up, lifting her by the waist and sinking deeply into her. She snapped her legs around him, whimpering at the sheer pleasure that came in waves as her walls stretched to receive him. He growled a rumbling sound from his chest and her muscles sucked down over him. He pushed into her, letting the weight of her sink down to his base. She wrapped herself tightly around him, aware of nothing but the feel of him.
He walked with her wound around him, reaching the bed and lying down with her as one. His thighs were charged with the need to stretch, to uncoil the urge for release. He began moving in long strokes, trying to maintain a slow pace, his body trembling he had to increase the pace. Looking into the depths of her ocean blue eyes, asking silently for permission to let him self go, she nodded her head and pulling her knees up began pumping against him. He met her pace and quickened it, holding her shoulders as her body absorbed the rapid force of him. She felt it begin in her limbs, a rolling tingle that intensified as it moved toward her center, tightening all her muscles and then snapping the tension, her entire body seizing around him. She cried out, her bowing body pushing up into him, clamping down on him and pulsing around him as he tensed and slammed into her, filling her, flooding her, at that moment merging with her. He was yelling her name, unable to tell where he ended and she began, unable to distinguish between how he felt to be in her and how it felt to have her around him, unsure of the existence of a line between his skin and hers. They were panting, limbs twitching from the shock, bodies slick from the heat of their rapid exertion. He moved off of her, smiling at her mew of disappointment as he moved out of her. He pulled her against him and smoothed the damp tendrils from her face.
He wanted to speak to her, thinking that he should ask if she wanted him to spend the night. After all, this was supposed to be a date and he had already been there since yesterday, even though he could not imagine tearing himself away from her, he felt he should ask. As he was contemplating his approach to the subject, he felt her breathing deepen beside him and realized she was sleeping. He tightened his grip on her, deciding he would talk to her in the morning he let the pleasant exhaustion of the day wash over him and sank peacefully to sleep.