A/N: Yes…. There's more! This really is a labour of love – we've tried so hard to stay away from the whole brain twisting business that is a plot, and yet somehow we ended up somehow having something that to the casual observer might look like a plot hidden somewhere underneath this love story. Also with this instalment we have cranked up the heat a couple of notches.
"The Types in Question"
As he walked into the diner there still hung a cloud over his head. He'd come here straight from Cam's apartment after having broken things off with her. It had been the right thing to do. It hadn't been fair to either of them. And yet here he sat in the booth of the diner and he still felt like crap.
Catholic guilt – gotta love it! He sat staring into his coffee trying to remember whether or not he had already poured sugar into it. His mind had returned to thinking about her, wondering if he would ever get the chance to let her know what was going on inside his head.
The whole break up with Camille had gone surprisingly smoothly. Not at all like he had expected it to be. Not that he'd thought she'd pull a gun on him or anything, but she had almost seemed relieved. As if she had seen this coming a long time before he had. Ofcourse there had been initial anger, but then she had just seemed resigned. She'd given him a peck on the cheek and then let him go.
The next couple of days there was sure to be some post break-up awkwardness at the lab, but he expected things to go back to normal after that. They had promised each other every effort to keep their working relationship normal, it had been that way during their relationship and it would have to be so after it. This had been clear to both of them since the start of their tryst. Booth was so completely engrossed in his staring contest with his coffee that he didn't hear the bell over the door chime when the door opened and she walked into the diner.
Initially she had wanted to just sit at the counter and have a cup of coffee and the go back home and try and see if maybe she could sleep and if not she guessed she could always go and do some paperwork. But when she got to the Royale Diner she'd been surprised to see Booth sitting in their regular booth. She ordered a coffee and walked over to him. He seemed to be in deep thought because he didn't look up from his coffee as she approached him.
"So I guess I'm not the only one with trouble sleeping tonight." Booth thought he'd actually fallen asleep at the diner when he heard her voice. But when he looked up from his coffee she was very much standing in front of him and what a sight she was in her yoga-pants, white tank top, washed out denim jacket and trainers with her hair pulled back in a messy bun. He blinked hard to make sure he really was awake. "Well, what's keeping you up?" she asked while scooting into the booth, sitting opposite him. When there was no immediate answer to her question she barged on: "You're not gambling again are you?" Those amazing blue eyes were staring him down in such a way that he was close to admitting to having been gambling even if that was clearly not the case.
"No I have not been gambling, and for you to suggest such a thing is wildly out of line!" He shot back at her. She was unbelievable! "And why are you here anyway? Got a late night coffee date with another suspect?" The second the words had left his mouth he regretted them. He could see he'd hit a sore spot.
She flinched, her frame stiffening. She was gaping at him, her big blue eyes full of unshed tears and he could almost hear the walls around her coming up. Walls he'd worked very hard to break down the last couple of years. If it had been anybody else making her look like this he would have kicked their ass, was it possible to kick one's own ass?
She just sat there frozen, like a statue. "I'm sorry Temperance." He scooted out from his side of the booth and back in next to her while pulling her into his embrace. She remained rigid in his arms "I am so so sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just reacted, I didn't mean to hurt you" He held her face between his hands looking straight into her eyes trying his very best to convey to her his utter regrets.
Finally she seemed to relax a little in his arms. Turning away from him slightly she muttered something he could only barely make out, but he did. It was all he could do not to smirk when she finally had the courage to look up at him again. "Was that an apology from the brilliant Dr. Brennan?" he asked, not being able to suppress the smirk any longer at the slight blush creeping up her face. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his chest.
It was too much, the physical closeness and the emotional turmoil brought back the thoughts from earlier and before they were able to rationalize themselves out it and when their lips met they both had to let out a small moan. The kiss that had started sweet and lingering quickly evolved into hot and passionate and it took all of Seeley's willpower to pull back and look Temperance into the eyes once again. He didn't see any signs of regret that he'd feared might be there.
Emboldened by the lack of rejection he made a proposition. "How about I get some of that cherry pie to go and we find ourselves a more private location, like say your place?" Booth knew he was being rash and impulsive but after having had a first taste of Temperance Brennan he was not about to let her go.
"That sounds nice, but what about Cam?"
"I really don't think she's into threesomes Bones, but if you ask me real nicely I could maybe find out" The smirk on his face belied the fact that he would never want to share the amazing woman sitting next to him with anyone. When Booth saw the shade of Brennan's eyes change, the look on Booth's face also went back to serious. "We're not together anymore, that's why I was here in the first place. I told her how I really felt… about me and her and well about you."
"Sounds like we both had a lot of thinking time tonight," she replied. "That's the reason I am here…couldn't sleep anymore from all the thinking." When she looked up at him there were tears in her eyes again. At that moment it hit him, why she had reacted so strongly to his remark about William Hastings before. That, put together with the latest developments in her family suddenly made it click. It had only been this afternoon – that she had admitted to him that she feared she didn't belong. That she would never be part of a family. Ofcourse those feelings ran much deeper than she had led on. This was Bones they were talking about! This realisation just made him feel like the Bureau's slowest agent ever.
He wiped the tears from her cheek and kissed her again, tenderly this time. When they broke apart he leaned his forehead to hers and looking deep into her eyes he told her: "Bones, I will be your family if you'll have me."
She smiled through her tears and in an attempt to lighten the mood she said: "So how about that pie you promised me?" He let out a chuckle at that and signalled the waitress.
Thank goodness traffic was easy and she didn't live far from the diner. He suddenly couldn't wait to get his hands on her again. Judging by the looks Temperance had been sneeking at him from the passenger's seat and the tentative touches to his hand and thigh she didn't want anything to get in their way either.
Reaching her apartment building there was a brief moment of hesitation from the both of them. This was the point of no return: if they were going to go through with this, there would be no going back. Everything would change. He put his hand on her knee. "Ready?" he asked her.
She let out a shuddering breath that would have made him concerned if it wouldn't have been followed by the sweetest of smiles. He leaned over the console to draw her into a kiss. His tongue darted out to trace the outline of her lips. Gods, she tasted as sweet as her smiles. The kiss deepened when she opened her mouth and their tongues met. He couldn't help but moan at the tingling sensation caused by the softness of her mouth. The magic of the moment was however broken when he hit his knee in an attempt to tighten their embrace. They both chuckled at that. "I thought the whole idea was to go some place more comfortable. Let's take this inside before someone really gets hurt," she said gathering her bag and the package with the pie.
Opening the door to her apartment while balancing her bag and the pie turned out to be quite a challenge. She grunted in frustration when the keys fell to the floor. They both kneeled down to pick them up, their faces nearly colliding in the process. She got caught in his gaze. "Temperance…" The emotions running over his face made the blood in her veins boil and she had a feeling that he was seeing the same emotions written all over her face. He carefully took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the palm. "I am going to kiss you again, on the lips" He looked her into the eyes smiling that little half smile of his. "And then I'm gonna pick you up and carry you to your bedroom, where we are going to make love." Temperance could only nod her head. Make love, ofcourse…because there was nothing just about sex. She remembered their conversation in her office a couple of months ago. And she knew it was true: it would never be just sex between the two of them.
True to his word, like the honest man he was, Booth leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. She never been one for grand gestures or even internal monologues describing what she was feeling but she was pretty sure that if someone had asked her even the simplest question she wouldn't be able to answer it.
How they made it from the front door to her bedroom she would only be able to tell the next morning by retracing the trail of clothing they left behind. So caught up was she in the sensations this man managed to set free in her.
When they stumbled into the bedroom she was all but naked and she thanked whatever deity Seeley believed was up there that she had worn easy clothes when she went out for her midnight stroll. Seeley's attire however proved a little bit more of a challenge. Too impatient to undo all the buttons on his dress shirt she simply grabbed the lapels and tore, the little buttons scattering over the floor. "Hey! Easy tiger," came the somewhat shocked response from her partner. "That was a Boss, you know, those things ain't cheap!"
"I'll buy you a new one" was the muffled reply from Temperance as she was nibbling her way across his collarbone her hands pushing the offending garment off his shoulders and down his arms. Luckily he liked to wear his shirts without cufflinks. After the way she'd treated the buttons down the front he didn't even want to think about what she would have done to the sleeves. The shirt fell to the floor and with Temperance's attention focus of kissing her way back and forth across his torso he was left with undoing his belt and pants or atleast trying to do so, because his basic motor functions appeared to have left his brain. His hands were trembling with the intensity of the experience of having Temperance touching him like this.
"Let me help you with that." Temperance moved his hands away from his belt buckle and dropped to her knees in front of him. His left hand buried it self in her hair while the other one caressed her cheek. Temperance's hands worked deftly at his belt and pants and within seconds she had his pants opened were starting to pull them and his underwear down and at the same time copping a feel of his toned legs. First tracing his quadriceps then moving to the back of his legs to admire his gastrocnemics. When she arrived at the ankles she was hindered by his socks. She gave him a slight push and when his legs connected to the bed he practically collapsed on it, making it easier for her to take them off. Moving swiftly she also pulled down her panties and stepped out of them before returning her attention towards the gorgeous man splayed upon her bed.
When she started tracing the tendons in his feet he gave an impatient groan. "Bones….There will be time for a detailed study of my extremities later, now come here." Booth had been studying her every movement carefully, but the suspense was starting to be too much for him. He grabbed her hands and pulled her on top of him.
That action earned him a giggle. The sound to him rivalled the sound of angel's singing. With his arms tightly wrapped around her Temperance felt more secure than she'd ever felt before, but that wasn't the only thing she was feeling. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt Seeley's hands move down her back, caressing her buttocks and moving further down the back of her thighs pulling them apart making her straddle him. The feel of his dick nestle against the moist heat between her legs made her head spin.
Placing her hands on his chest she pushed herself into a sitting position which gave him a clear view of her heaving bosom. "Beautiful…" The word fell from his lips as she took his hand and placed it over her breast. Taking the hint he raised his other hand as well and started tracing patterns on her breasts carefully scraping his thumbnails over the nipples rejoicing with male pride when he felt them stiffen even further than they'd already been from her initial arousal.
His caresses sent little shocks of pleasure straight to her core, making her wriggle on his lap. The friction caused by her movements made the both of them gasp. Leaning into his touch Temperance reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing manhood and placed the tip of it at her sobbing entrance, causing a growl to escape Seeley's lips. He didn't think he was going to last very long going at it the way they were.
The feeling of her hand had made him close his eyes. "Seeley…" The pleasure shooting through his body by simply having her fingers wrapped around him was suddenly drowned out by the joy of hearing her use his given name. "Open your eyes." The look that met him when he opened his eyes was one of Temperance impaling herself on his cock, burying him to the hilt inside of her. The sensation of feeling her sheet him combined with the sight of it actually happening nearly made him come undone.
She took a moment to adjust to this new feeling and then she started to move. If he'd thought about angel voices before, he was sure he was in heaven now. He placed his hands on her hips to help her establish a rhythm. Soon enough his hands started to wander over her body, eliciting little sighs and moans from her. She truly was a goddess to him: a sheen of sweat glistening on her body and her hair looked like a halo around her head in the soft light of the bedroom made her look celestial.
Temperance had her head thrown back with her mouth hanging open in pure bliss. The rhythm the two of them were creating together combined with the fact that the man underneath her was the only man she could ever truly be herself with was driving her to the edge. She could feel her insides starting to clench and unclench in tandem with their movements.
Seeley himself was feeling the effects of their lovemaking first hand, the sensations of her convulsions combined with the sounds she was making was getting to him and he knew that in order to not make a fool of himself like a 17 year-old-boy he would have to get himself back into the driver's seat so to speak. When he felt her movements starting to slow he pulled her down into his embrace and tenderly kissed her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and finally settled his lips on her lips all the while he slowly made them roll over, careful not to break their coupling.
"I thought maybe you needed a break" Booth rested his head on his bend arm next to her head. Temperance's eyes opened at the slightly mocking tone of his voice "I…can take…whateve-" Of course he took that exact moment to start moving in and out of her again and the sentence she had started saying turned into a long drawn moan. Two could play that game however and the next time he thrust into her she flexed her internal muscles this time in such a way that the smug look on his face was replaced by that of jaw-dropping pleasure.
This time around when Temperance climaxed Seeley was right there with her letting out a passionate roar before collapsing next to her. A lazy smile crossed his face as he pulled her back to his chest nestling his face in the crook of her neck spooning her body with his. "Wauw… that was…"
"Really, really great." Temperance smiled. She had never known that a person could feel every nerve in the body tingle and feeling pleasurably numb at the same time. "I do however believe that you promised me pie," she said in a mock stern voice, owing her an exhausted groan from the man next to her.
"Not easily satisfied, are you?"