Chapter 7

I clamped down on his legs, wrapping my own around his waist. After my orgasm ripped through me, I was prepared to give him exactly what he wanted. I flipped him onto his back, and pulled his jeans down his legs roughly. Thumbing his boxers down his legs, I wrapped my hand around his erection squeezing tight. He reacted by jerking forward into my hand and moaning loudly.

"You are going to be the death of me, lady."

I rubbed my thumb against his hard length, feeling him twitch under my touches. I promptly echoed his feeling by directing his length into me, impaling myself on his erection. He pumped into me hard, once, twice, three times, before spilling into me.

"Bones, we didn't..."

"Don't worry babe, if it happens, I'll deal, we'll deal with it."

I rolled out of bed a couple of hours later to an empty bed and an even emptier apartment. I walked into the kitchen to look for a note, which did not exist. I accepted the fact that he was an adult male and he could come and go as he pleased, but I was not happy about it. I poured myself a cup of coffee and curled my legs under me and waited for Booth to come back.

By the time 11 o'clock hit, I was beyond tired of waiting for him. I started to clean the bedroom after our previous escapade, when I felt a breath on my neck and a hand clamp around my face. I swung around violently, flipping whoever this was over my shoulder and onto the floor.

When the adrenaline rush subsided, I looked down to see Booth standing there in his fatigues, staring at me, from his dazed state on the floor.

"Wow, Bones. Now that hurt. Where did you learn to do that?"

I stared at him incredulously, my anger bubbling to the surface.

"Where have you been?"

He got up from the floor and sat on the bed, looking at me with wide and wild eyes.

"I left you a note, on the counter. I was at training. Hence the fatigues."

"I didn't see a note anywhere on the counter."

I took his hand in mine and led him to the kitchen where he pulled a note that was hanging from the cabinet. He gave it to me, and stalked away.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Please, don't do this."

He stopped right in front of me, standing in front of the dresser just with his pants on. He was even more toned than he was a while ago, and it was a major turnon.

"Bones, were you even ready for this marriage? We have been married for one day. One day. Are you even ready for us?"