A Deeper Meaning
Disclaimer: In my world, I would own all kinds of things I don't have now. Unfortunately, my world hasn't taken over yet so I still don't own Bones.
A/N: I wanted to thank all the people who have given me lovely reviews. Because of you, I giggle all day and you make my whole day happy. I also wanted to thank the greatest sister ever who lets me bounce ideas off of her. This story wouldn't be here without her.
Intellectually, Brennan knew she should say something to correct his alpha-male tendencies. But with his body so close to hers and the way he said you're mine she really could not form a coherent thought in her head. Instead she decided to let nature take its course. Untucking his shirt from his pants, she slowly ran her hands up his chest. She felt his muscles, counted his ribs, noticed how pale her hands were against his skin. She glided her palms over his nipples, heard the hitch in his breathing and finally looked up into his eyes. The intensity she could see made her own breath catch. The fact that he wanted this as much as she did was a revelation. Knowing that she wasn't alone, that they were both trapped in this moment, she knew she could no sooner turn away from him than she could turn away from herself. There are some things in life that you just can't fight. Giving in with a sigh of his name, she rose up to lose herself in a man who always brought her back.
Booth had no idea what was going through her head. All he could feel was the softness of her skin as she glided her hands across his body. When she looked at him and he saw the acceptance come in her eyes, a place he never knew was empty just…changed. Over-flowed with all that was Temperance Brennan. It didn't matter what had brought them to this point or what came after, it just was. And for a moment that had been charged with sexual energy, he felt his desire take a step back. Not gone, but replaced with a need to do this right. To make her understand that for him, there were no others, that this was it. So when she rose against him, he let himself fall into her kiss. To feel every breath that he took, every beat of his heart was only for her.
Their kiss was slow and easy. A meeting of the lips that took the time to learn the shape of the other, the different contours of their mouth. Their hands were wrapped tight around the other to hold them steady in a world that had suddenly shifted. They still felt the need to be inside, please be inside me now, but they couldn't break the spell of the long, languid ride they were on. Where each press of their lips brought them closer, where each sigh was taken from the other. Their bodies were entwined together, only their clothes keeping them apart. As Booth lowered his hands to caress her back, a loud knock pierced the silence.
Who could that be? Angela, with her sweet but nosey intentions? A neighbor, alarmed with the slam then silence? Will the knock be an end to their romance? So many questions. Tune in next time for "The Booth and Brennan Show" for all your answers. Also, the change in pace had nothing to do with me. It was all my plot bunny's (her name is Fuzzybutt) fault. Once she gets an idea, she won't shut up. You may leave her a review if you like though. Thanks for reading.