This chapter has depended on TRUSSELL33 more than ever before. You always hope when you ask for help that it will be a good fit for what you are trying to accomplish. Her writing is seamless and comes with great depth. I can't give you enough thanks or credit. This chapter would be pale without your contribution.
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Disclaimer: No I still don't own any part of Booth or Bones. Still wish I did I'd make different choices.
Chapter 12 I Will Won't I – Part 1
Entering the bedroom, Booth felt a need to show Brennan how precious she was to him. He knew she understood and accepted the words he had just used to tell her how much he loved her, but she was 100% scientist and it certainly wouldn't hurt to reinforce those words with actions until she had no reason to ever doubt them or his feelings again. Without releasing her hand, he closed and locked the door behind them, turning and noting her raised eyebrow at him engaging the lock with some amusement. With a sexy grin, he stepped closer, releasing her hand and pulling her against him with a hand on each hip.
"I thought you wanted to get some sleep, Booth," she teased with a flirtatious glance from under her lashes, the look raising Booth's body temperature by several degrees. She was usually so serious, so rational, so Bones, that these glances of the flirty woman hiding inside never failed to turn him on.
"We can sleep after," cupping her jaws in his hands, Booth tilted her head toward him, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
"After what?" she teased further, her hands reaching out to rest on his chest. Without answering, Booth bridged the distance between their lips, his settling firmly against hers, nudging them apart and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. With a throaty moan, she arched against him, her arms sliding up around his neck and her breasts flattening against his hard chest. Fingers tunneling into his hair, she pulled his head even closer, aggressively pushing her tongue into his mouth.
Booth groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, pressing her mound firmly against his growing erection. Tongues tangling, he backed her toward the bed, working his hands under the hem of her t-shirt from behind, skimming the firm mounds of her perfect backside then moving around to her sides. Pushing the t-shirt slowly upward, his hands stroked her silky flesh, fingers spreading wide to touch as much of her as possible at once. She shivered as his hands grazed the sides of her breasts, then moaned as he gently worked his thumbs between their bodies to graze her distended nipples. Reluctantly, he pulled back, breaking the wet friction of their lips and heated friction of their bodies, pulling the t-shirt over her head. Reaching for the hem of his own shirt, he ripped it off and threw it carelessly aside, dragging her back against him and groaning at the contact of bare skin against bare skin. His lips went back to hers, urgently parting them, his tongue invading and marauding at her gasp of surprise.
Feeling her bump into the bed, he gave her a gentle nudge, laughing at her look of surprise as she tumbled onto the bed, bouncing slightly and followed her down, trapping her underneath his much larger body. Eyes narrowing, she planted her feet firmly on the bed and attempted to flip them over. He didn't budge, grinning at her disgruntled expression. As much as aggressive, in charge Bones turned him on, this wasn't about him or even sex. It was about showing her how much he loved her with his body as well as his words. He wanted, no needed, to make her understand how he felt every time he saw her face or heard her voice, how his heart melted at her laughter and broke with her pain or tears. He gently smoothed the hair back from her face, gazing into blue eyes he had dreamed of too many times to count.
"Let me show you how much I love you, Temperance," he whispered softly. Eyes widening slightly, she considered his request. Easily reading how important this was to him, she capitulated without a fight, nodding slowly. She blinked at the radiant smile spreading across his face, just before his lips touched hers, gently, almost reverently. His lips moved across hers in whisper soft caresses that made her crave deeper contact until her hands grabbed his head to pull him closer. He allowed her to deepen the kiss, their tongues tangling, but as soon as she tried to pull his body closer, he pulled back, gentling the kiss, again and again until she was whimpering in frustration, her hands running all over him, trying to tempt him into hurrying up. Sweating with the effort of holding back, he wouldn't be hurried. Not until he knew she understood.
"Close your eyes, Baby," he whispered directly into her ear, swirling his tongue into the delicate shell and dragging a groan from her throat. Her eyes drifted closed of their own volition at his urging. "That's it, Baby. Now, just feel. Feel how much I desire you, how much I love you." His lips drifted down her throat, following the hands that were already weighing and shaping her breasts, thumbs stroking the straining nipples.
Feel. Booth wanted her to feel, so she concentrated on the sensations his lips and hands were rousing in her body, her hands drifting to rest beside her head, palms up in an unconscious gesture of surrender. She had already known they were sexually compatible, of course. How could she not? They practically set the sheets on fire whenever they touched each other, but this was different. She tried to catalog, analyze, the differences, but quickly lost that train of thought as his talented lips closed around her distended nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth, using his tongue to roll it against the roof of his mouth. Arching her back and moaning deeply, her hands went to his head to hold him in place, heat and wetness pooling between her thighs with every tug of his lips or stroke of his tongue. She couldn't hold the words back.
"Please, Booth. Touch me." He moved to the other breast to bestow the same treatment, but that wasn't what she had meant and he knew it.
Shifting his weight, Booth allowed one hand to trail slowly down her abdomen, feeling her muscles tighten and her breath catch as his fingers trailed across her bellybutton, nearing their goal. He fought back the growl trying to escape his throat, unable to stop the instinctive thrust of his hips, pushing his turgid length against her inner thigh as he dropped his forehead to rest on her upper chest, drawing deep breaths and fighting the urge to bury himself in her warm depths, giving them both what they wanted. Soft, warm hands clasped the side of his face, lifting and tilting it upward to gaze into confused, concerned blue eyes. Seeing the raw desire swirling in those depths tempered by her knowledge that something much deeper than sex or even making love was going on here calmed him instantly. She was starting to understand but she wasn't there yet, he decided. Holding her eyes, he took one of her hands in his, placing a warm kiss on the palm and repeated the process with the other.
"You're cheating, Bones. You can't concentrate with your eyes open," his smile convinced her that he was all right and her eyes closed. "Feel how much I adore you," he encouraged as his lips trailed between her breasts and down her abdomen.
Feel. There was that word again. Yes, she felt. She felt hot and wet, aching for him, but more than that, she did feel adored and safe and loved, worshipped even. Her mind whirled trying to process all the feelings rioting through her and suddenly she, rational, logical Temperance Brennan had an epiphany that had absolutely nothing to do with logic or science.
Everything that had happened in her life had led her to this moment, because this is where she was supposed to be. With Booth. She knew exactly what he had meant with his song, no matter how bad the things that had happened to each of them, without even one of those incidents, they might not be where they were right now and the thought terrified her. Her eyes popped open as his name burst from her mouth.
"Booth!" his head snapped up at the hint of panic in her voice, seeing the same thing in her eyes. He rolled to her side and pulled her against him, knowing without being told that she got it now. She knew what he had been trying to tell her. They were both where they were supposed to be. In each other's arms.
"It's ok, Baby," he soothed, gently stroking her hair as she clung to him. "Hey," he tilted her head back to look into her eyes and, to his surprise, saw not a hint of panic or rejection, only calm acceptance, "are you all right?" He was almost blinded by her brilliant smile.
"I'm fine, Booth. Except…," he stiffened until her hands started trailing up and down his chest tweaking his nipples along the way, then he stiffened even more, just in different parts, "I think you need to finish what you started." He laughed at her tone, not quite demanding but very definitely his Bones.
"Really?" his forehead against hers and still laughing, he rolled back on top of her, bending his head to tenderly kiss her lips.
Apparently, tender wasn't what she had in mind, as her teeth nipped at his lower lip, her tongue darting out to soothe the slight sting and he forget all about going slow or tender. He tried to break contact with her lips to resume his previous activities, but she refused to release his mouth, kissing him like it might be the last time she ever had the chance, her hands frantically roaming his shoulders and back. Kissing her back just as desperately, Booth trailed a hand down her abdomen and into her auburn curls, fingers parting and probing almost roughly. Both stilled as his fingers glided over her distended clit and lower to find her dripping wet, releasing low moans into the others mouth.
Booth was so turned on his hands were actually shaking, his erection throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Just knowing they had a deeper connection right now than ever before was almost enough to bring him to climax. Well, that and Brennan's small hand slipping down the front of his boxers and closing tightly around his hard on, immediately going into motion, pumping him in long, smooth strokes, her thumb rubbing across the tip with every stroke.
His thumb sliding over her wet clit, he slid two fingers inside her tight sheath, mimicking the movements of her hand on his hard length, every stroke given receiving a thrust and flick in return. Without either realizing it, their hips were thrusting against their respective hands, both panting and shaking with rising need. Booth felt Brennan's inner muscles tightening around his fingers and didn't think he would be able to force back the orgasm he could feel very close to the surface when she tightened around his fingers. Forcing himself to grab her hand and stop its movement, he tore his lips from hers, panting.
"Baby, I need to be inside of you. Now." She jerked her hand free of his restraining one, pushing his boxers over his well formed buttocks.
"Yes," she panted back. "Now, Booth, now." Reluctantly pulling his fingers from inside her, he reached down to push his shorts the rest of the way off, raising up on both elbows as she guided him to her entrance, whimpering with impatience as he hesitated. She looked up to see what the problem was and found he was just waiting for her to look at him.
"I love you, Temperance," he reiterated what he had been telling her for a very long time, she just hadn't understood until now as he entered her fully with one push.
"I love you, too, Booth," she breathed as she wrapped her legs around his butt, pulling him even deeper inside.
Fully seated, Booth paused to lean down and kiss this woman who had given him more happiness than anyone else in his life other than his son. She returned the kiss enthusiastically, rocking and rotating her hips sensuously against him, causing a delicious friction with the deliberate tightening of her internal muscles. At least he thought it was deliberate until he looked at her face and saw how close she was to orgasm, her head thrashing on the pillow, eyes closed, lips open. He had never seen her so abandoned, even during the throes of passion and was awed that she had let down her final barriers and was completely open. To him. He silently vowed to always be worthy of the gift she was giving him, to never make her regret it for even one second. But right now, he had something else he needed to give her and, judging from the whimpering sounds coming from her throat, she wanted it badly. But then, so did he.
Forcing himself to pull almost out of that incredible warmth and tightness, he gritted his teeth as he thrust back in just as slowly, ignoring her pleas to go faster. He was already so close to the edge that faster would probably only get her a few thrusts and he certainly didn't want to let her down after the promises he'd just made. Keeping his thrusts slow and steady, one hand slid between them to where they were joined, finding her clit so hard and engorged, she could barely tolerate the pleasure/pain of his caresses, one moment pushing upward toward his fingers, trying to evade them the next. Knowing she was that turned on pushed his own arousal into previously unknown levels. Without breaking his rhythm, he brought her left leg up and propped it on his shoulder, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts as his thumb drug over her clit with every stroke, desperate to bring her to orgasm before he succumbed to his own.
Brennan couldn't think. She could only feel. Feel Booth's hard length moving inside her, hitting every sensitive spot she possessed with every thrust, winding her more and more tightly until she felt like she was going to shatter into a million pieces or go insane if she didn't soon release the epic orgasm she could feel gathering from every part of her body and centering in her abdomen and groin.
Her clit was so sensitive she almost couldn't stand for him to touch it, but as soon as he stopped, she immediately craved the touch again. She had never felt this out of control before, but it didn't even occur to her to worry about that control slipping. She was with Booth, she was safe, it was ok to give him control sometimes. Forcing her eyes open, she looked into orbs turned almost black with desire, looking at her with such open love and devotion that it sent her over the edge into a world of intense pleasure the likes of which she had never experienced before, even with Booth. Screaming his name, her entire body clenched and shook with the intensity on her orgasm.
Covering her mouth with his to avoid waking Parker, Booth swallowed her screams of his name as she came around him, clenching his throbbing penis so tightly he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back. Moisture flooded around him, her walls continuing to clench and relax as he drove himself into her, headed for a stunning orgasm, he already knew from the feelings of it being drawn from every part of his body, concentrating the very pleasurable sensations in his groin. With only a few more thrusts, Booth felt the storm rising as he balanced on the edge of a precipice he'd never fallen over, not even with Brennan. Reaching down and taking her mouth almost violently, he gave a final, hard thrust, seating himself as deeply as possible inside her and willingly emptying everything that was him into her, her mouth swallowing his shouts of her name.
Brennan was caught in a firestorm of pleasure that seemed to have no end. Not that she was complaining, she was just surprised. She had just had what had to be the world's best orgasm, but she wasn't coming down from the high. Instead with every additional thrust of Booth's hips she was pushed higher and higher, toward what she didn't know. She was almost frightened until she felt him swell and lengthen inside her and lean down to kiss her passionately. With his last thrust, she was thrown into her second orgasm, one that was so intense that she actually saw stars behind her closed eyelids, her body clenching and releasing him, milking him mercilessly and causing his hips to jerk against her extending the orgasm even further.
Breathing hard, Booth collapsed beside her, not wanting to crush her with his full weight and not having the strength to support himself on his arms. He pulled her to him tightly, settling her against his side, her head resting on his shoulder, both gasping for breath. Both wanting to talk to the other about what had just happened, but both too exhausted from the encounter to find words just yet. Fully intending to talk to each other, they each closed their eyes for a moment and drifted into slumber.
Several hours later she very slowly came awake. She felt as if he were still filling her very being. Her skin felt hyper sensitive; the feel of the sheets sliding over her skin sent delicious shivers down her body reminding her of his warm wet kisses. The warmth of his skin radiating into hers, the rasp of his slight beard against her cheek even the hair on his legs rubbing against hers all felt like a delightful burning sensation creating paths to her memory. He had given her the gift of finally understanding unconditional love. It was the love Booth had spoken of when he was explaining the difference between great sex and crappy sex. While the sex with Booth had been exceptional, what they had just shared defied explanation. Suddenly beginning and ending every day for the rest of her life with this man had becomes as necessary to her as breathing. As she lay basking in all the sensory feelings he had unlocked she began remembering all the conversations they had had over the years. All those times they had talked about marriage. Was that something she wanted to consider now? After all this time had there been another reason for her reasons against marriage? Was marriage such an antiquated ritual, designed to keep women enslaved? Did she really think Booth would ever do that to her? He had always treated her as an equal partner why would marriage make that different? Suddenly she realized what she was thinking about and needed to get out of bed. Sliding out from under his arm careful not to wake him she put on her robe and went to the kitchen to think.
Why was she all of a sudden thinking about marriage? He was attentive, a great father and he had made sure to include her in his time with Parker. He had even explained to Parker they were a couple now and Parker would always be seeing her around. He had shared his deepest fears with her. He had carried her's with an ease that made her feel free. Did she need that piece of paper to feel secure in her relationship with him? She had never had one with any other of her lovers and they had all left her. But was that what Booth was a just lover? No she had to admit after tonight he had shown her he was more than just a lover he was the half that made her whole. She knew the paper was important to him. She knew giving it to him would be one of the best gifts she could give. She would be saying to him "you above all others I trust be fair. To you above all others I choose to give my greatest gift, the gift of love." She had made up her mind. She knew she would need to be the one who asked because he would never put that type of pressure on her. So the only questions remaining were how was she going to ask him and where and when would they go? After thirty minutes on the internet she had the answer to at least where. She thought she know how, she just needed the when. Smiling she returned to the bedroom and slipped into the bed, reveling in the sensuous feel and smell of everything that was him.
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As I said I want to thank TRUSSELL33 for her invaluable assistance.
Kitty is interested in hearing how you left about this chapter.
Oh and by the way no song inspiration, I knew I could do it once