Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 2/29
Chapter Title: Breathing
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: none

I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!

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During one brief moment of lucidity when she stopped to question whether she should really allow this to happen, she spotted it. It was a shiny package placed on a table by the gate leading out to a community courtyard.

Booth was startled by the sound of her voice and couldn't follow her meaning. He finally looked where her eyes were focused and saw the package. He couldn't remember seeing it when he came out, but he was sure that no one could have gotten that close without him knowing.

They moved in unison to examine the package. A small card was attached, 'To my Beautiful Ballerina'. They looked at each other with sudden awareness. While interviewing friends and family, they'd learned that each of the girls had received mysterious packages shortly before their abductions.

Brennan grabbed the package and began to tear it open.

"Stop," Booth commanded, grabbing her hands. "This is still a criminal investigation. We need to turn this over to the authorities so they can look for fingerprints and trace evidence." He walked into the apartment to grab his cell phone after placing the package back on the table.

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"You want to do what?" Booth shouted; astonished at the sheer obliviousness of this woman.

"You heard me! It's obvious he's watching me so let's give him something to watch."

"You want to provoke the lunatic so he comes after you even sooner?"

"Yes- I want to provoke the lunatic." she mocked, "We know that his timeline escalated with his third victim, and she's the only one who had a boyfriend. You're the one who uses all of the psychology Booth; what does that tell you?"

"It tells me that he thinks of these women as his property, and he doesn't like his fantasy being challenged by the presence of another man in their lives." Booth responded.

"Exactly!" she interjected, "In the note he asked me to wear the outfit he gave me so that he would know that I was dancing 'only for him'. He has obviously set up some sort of psychological rationalization that compensates for the men at the bar. It's only when his fantasy is challenged in the woman's private life that he is provoked."

"Exactly-" Booth interrupted.

"So if he believes that you are my boyfriend we can draw him out quicker," she continued.

"This is a dangerous game Temperance, and I'm not willing to play with your life," he can barely get the words out. 'And I don't think I can hold you and not feel anything' the voice inside his head cried.

"You said you were here to help me Booth," she hissed. "So help me catch this creep before he hurts someone else, or go home." She turned on her 3 inch stilettos and walked toward the stage.

Booth exited the side door again and slowly approached the stage, watching as she began to repeat her performance from the night before. He moved in this time; his eyes moving across her body. She caught his eye and challenged him; her look of defiant, proclaiming her unwillingness to be intimidated by his presence.

She slowly wrapped herself around the pole and spun down till she was lying at its base. She brought herself to her hands and knees and crawled across the stage in his direction. She taunted him with every movement; daring him to look away.

Seeley refused to be cowed. His eyes narrowed as a smirk spread across his face. She wanted him to play the part, so why not give her what she wanted. As a man began to reach out for her; Booth grabbed his arm and twisted it painfully behind his back. "You want to walk away from this," he growled into the man's ear.

The man turned to confront Booth, but quickly realized this was a fight he might not walk away from and scampered out of sight. Booth grabbed Brennan's wrist and guided her off the stage. He wrapped one arm around her waist and led her toward the back of the club.

"How am I doing so far?" he purred into her ear.

When they reached the furthest recesses of the darkened bar he turned her into his chest. She looked startled and a little confused. He refused to allow her sudden shyness to dissuade him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her in to a kiss.

His lips were demanding at first as they crushed her soft flesh. Soon he softened, slowly running his tongue across her bruised lips requesting access to what lay hidden beneath. All the while, his hands ran up and down her naked back as if committing each bump and curve to memory.

Brennan was shocked by Booth's sudden aggression; it was a part of him she'd rarely caught a glimpse of. Suddenly his tongue caressed her lips as his fingers danced across her spine. She lost all will to resist. It was a moment that she had longed for and real or pretend she intended to enjoy it.

Her hands went around his neck as her lips parted for his tongue. She pulled his body closer; the thick bulge of his penis under his jeans pressed against the smooth nakedness of her stomach; she groaned.

He could feel her respond to his kiss; pulling herself in to him. Her nipples were pressed against his chest. He could feel them through the thin cotton layer of his t-shirt. Suddenly her hand moved down his chest and stomach to find the impression of his shaft through his jeans. He heard himself gasp.

He grabbed her hands and slammed her against the wall knocking the wind out of her. His lips moved down her neck and chest to claim the ripe pebbled flesh of her nipple. He drew it into his mouth like a promise. He felt her knees collapse slightly and moved to steady her. His mouth continued its exploration; a low moan emanated from her like the hum of a motor.

"Seeley-Please," she whined.

He pulled himself away from her nipple, reluctant to relinquish her taste. He looked into her eyes and realized that they were completely clouded by desire. Her plea had been for more.

"This isn't a game Temperance," he moaned. "There's no going back." He looked at her for acknowledgement.

She focused on him for a minute; she nodded. "Please," she whispered.

He grabbed her hand and guided her back through the bar; through to the dressing room to collect her clothing. He hurriedly helped her dress. She seemed almost incapable of movement. He gently guided her out to the car.

Brennan was afraid that speech would wake her from the dream. She knew it was a dream because she had relived it so many times; his lips and fingers playing across her body; drowning her in desire. It took several minutes for reality to creep back in.

"Where are we going?" she inquired.

"Back to the apartment," Booth replied. His knuckles were white from the tight grip he had on the wheel; his eyes never left the road.

Brennan wanted to relive the high the physical contact had given her; her hand stole across the console to rub his thigh. Booth groaned.

"Temperance," he growled, "while I appreciate the sentiment, if you don't remove your hand we are going to have a very sticky mess, and this thing is going to be over before it's begun."

She quickly pulled her hand back and a flush raced across her entire body. She smiled at the acknowledgement of what she could do to him. It gave her a feeling of power and returned her sense of control. Her eyes darted to the bulge in his jeans that was still quite evident.

"Pull over" she commanded.

Booth thought she might be feeling sick, so he immediately pulled the large Suburban in to the nearest lot. They were in a fairly abandoned, industrial part of town; still miles from the apartment. She jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and he quickly followed. The car had wound up angled slightly against the building creating a blind spot to the road. He found her leaning against the wall waiting for him.

As he approached, she reached out her hand for him. He had a puzzled look on his face, but his hand came out to clasp hers. She placed his hand on her breast and pulled him in for a kiss.

Realization dawned on Seeley. She intended to finish this here and now. He tried to pull away; to convince her that they should go back to the apartment. But she held on with a force he couldn't believe, and he soon responded to her demands.

Her hands were back on his bulge, but this time his belt and zipper were quickly released. He returned the favor by opening her jeans. He felt her hips sway as he pulled them down. He picked her up and spun her so that her back was against the car. He didn't want her back pressed against the rough surface of the brick building. He leaned her against the car and began his tongues exploration down her body again. He found her breasts and quickly made circles around each areola before continuing his downward progress. His tongue dipped inside her naval and enticed a moan from deep within her; that was a spot to remember.

He secured her against the SUV with one hand, while his other brought her left leg up over his right shoulder, exposing her engorged clit and glistening lips. A groan boiled up from his core as his tongue gently reached out to taste her.

Brennan grabbed at his hair and pushed her hips into his waiting tongue. She cried out as the first wave of what would become the most explosive multi-orgasm of her life hit. Her hands flew back to try to grab hold as her right knee buckled.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," she chanted, as wave after wave crashed within her.

Booth supported most of her weight as his tongue feasted on the sweet nectar that was practically dripping from her now. His tongue moved in and out of her depths; journeying up to circle her clit on occasion. When he felt her begin to relax again he brought one hand down and stuck two fingers deep inside her while his teeth latched onto her clit. He nipped at it then drew it in to suckle, teasing it with his tongue at the same time.

She couldn't' take any more. "Now Booth," she cried. "I need you in me now."

She wasn't going to have to tell him twice. He couldn't' believe he hadn't already cum in his pants. He carefully removed her leg from his shoulder so she was standing on both her feet again. He pushed his already opened jeans down around his knees; reached around, grabbed her ass and shoved her into the vehicle as he positioned her.

Brennan's arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her whole body vibrated in anticipation. His head found her entrance, and seemed to linger there for an eternity before he slowly pulled her onto his shaft. He hadn't even fully seated himself inside her when the waves began to crash again.

Seeley entered her slowly; savoring the tight, wet embrace of her. When her vaginal walls began to constrict around his overly stimulated cock it was almost more than he could take. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to prevent his release.

When her spasms finally subsided, he slowly withdrew to the point of separation, and then slammed back into her. It was his turn to cry out. He buried his head in her neck as he pumped into her. "Bones, Oh my God Bones. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good."

He gave one more thrust. There was a pop of metal giving way and Booth let out a guttural moan that reverberated through the night and sent the neighborhood dogs into a frenzy.

Seeley Booth had not had sex in nearly eight months. He'd stopped sleeping with other women when he'd almost called out Temperance's name during climax with someone else. Still, he was pretty sure he had never experienced an orgasm like that before in his life.

They collapsed into each other. Despite his excellent physical shape, Booth was barely able to support their combined weight. He kissed and nuzzled her neck praying his heart would not give out, but knowing that, should he die in that moment, it would be as a very happy man.

He suddenly became very aware of the cool air on his bare ass contrasted with her warm breath on his neck. He lowered her to the ground and self-consciously grabbed for his jeans.

Suddenly the realization of the act they had just shared hit them both. Neither was quite sure what to say to the other. Booth wanted to pull her in to his arms and kiss any doubt or fear away. Temperance wanted to assure him that this didn't need to change their relationship. They were still the same two people; it was just sex. Or was it?

Booth- "I" Brennan- "We". Silence.

"Are you okay," he asked in almost a whisper. Embarrassed by the force he had used with her.

"I'm fine," Brennan said, "I think we should go though."

Booth agreed whole-heartedly and he helped her climb back into the car before making his way back to the driver's side. As he closed his door and started the engine her hand came over to his thigh. He looked from it to her.

"Thanks Booth," was all she could say.

He searched her eyes for any trace of mocking or triumph, but all he saw was sincerity and concern. He wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay, but he honestly didn't know if it ever would be okay again.

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