Title: Baring It All

Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 10/?
Chapter Title: All Over You
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content

Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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

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This chapter has become a beast, so here is another piece. I hope you enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to CSI-4077, laperkin, and mumrulz, because you guys Rock!!

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Booth was waiting in the lobby the next morning. He had a backpack and sleep-roll at his feet, and two cups of coffee in his hand. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to get proper equipment for a hike together at the crack of dawn… in this city?"

Brennan scowled at him. "We don't need you on this trip Booth. We're just going to check out an archeological site. I want to compare some of the features of the site with some things that I feel are off at The Well. We'll be back tomorrow."

"We're partners Bones. I told you- I came to help. If you want to check out some old rocks… I'm right behind you." Booth handed her a cup of coffee. Brennan saw the same smirk she'd seen last night play across his face.

Romero showed up at that time, and she knew it was pointless to argue with Booth, so the three of them made their way out to Romero's car. He'd exchanged his usual compact for an open air jeep. Brennan threw her bag in the back and crawled into the passenger seat which left Booth in the back seat. He hopped in without complaint or a word to Romero.

They drove for a little over four hours, most of it on rough back roads, before Romero parked the car. "We hike from here," he informed them.

They formed a train as they made their way up the mountainous terrain. Romero took the lead, and Booth silently brought up the rear. He stopped on occasion; it appeared to Brennan that he was simply taking in his surroundings. She shouldn't be surprised that an Army Ranger would have an appreciation for the beauties of nature.

After a couple of hours they stopped for a rest and a snack. Booth spoke directly to Romero for the first time since the previous night. He asked about some of the local features they had passed, and was impressed that Romero seemed fairly knowledgeable about the terrain.

Romero wasn't an avid hiker; he'd much rather spend his time on the water. He told them about his Mayan heritage, and how his grandfather would take him to visit the sites when he was a child. When he was young, those trips had made him feel special and loved. It wasn't until he reached his teen years and figured out that they were all part of a larger agenda that he began to resent them.

The threesome soon packed up their gear and hit the trail again. As they moved further along, the vegetation closed in on them. Eventually, Booth began to hear a rumble. The noise grew louder as they continued, until the trees opened up, and they stood before a breathtaking vista. A 70 meter waterfall cascaded majestically before them.

"La puerta del cielo," Romero whispered in a hushed reverent tone.

"It's beautiful," Booth declared. He turned to Brennan and mouthed quietly, "what's it mean?"

"Heaven's Gate," Brennan replied automatically, inspired by the power and beauty of nature unspoiled.

"The temple is just on the other side of those trees," Romero indicated the thick vegetation on the opposite side of the fast moving stream. "We'll need to make camp here, and then hike down about a mile. There's a bridge there that will get us to the other side."

Booth and Brennan both lowered their backpacks and began to unpack supplies. Booth's pack was heavier, and contained a small serviceable tent, while Brennan had only the sleep-roll Romero had provided.

Romero had also brought a tent, which looked large enough to fit two in close quarters. Booth watched the understanding flip on behind Brennan's eyes. He'd like to deck Romero, but knew that it would only anger Bones more.

When they had organized their supplies they made their way along the creek until they found the bridge. It was made of wood and rope; it looked quite old, but in serviceable condition

"Someone's been out here," Booth observed. "This bridge has been maintained."

"Yeah," Romero explained, "the locals still come to the temple site and perform some rituals. Heritage and tradition are very important in my country."

Once they crossed the bridge, and headed back up the ridge, they began to see the temple peak through the tops of the trees. They came upon several large stelae that must have once been at the center of the plaza. Images of the rain god Chac were everywhere.

Brennan spent several hours documenting the site. She filled her camera's memory card, and questioned Romero about many of the features. They discussed some of the other sites he'd visited with his grandfather; the similarities and the differences.

Booth made himself scarce. He spent most of his time exploring the surrounding areas. He couldn't stand to watch the two of them with their heads pressed together, laughing, sharing their interest in the ruins. Booth was beginning to feel like a fool for running half way across the world after a woman who continued to make it abundantly clear that she neither needed nor wanted him around.

It was still early evening when they made their way back across the bridge. Andrew had packed in some food for the three of them. They ate a light supper in silence. Each was lost in his- her own thoughts.

Brennan finally broke the silence as she got up to stretch. "I think I'm going to call it a night. I'm sure you gentleman won't mind if I take the single. I'd like to get an early start tomorrow, so I can get these new images to Angela."

Brennan didn't wait for a response. She crawled into the small tent Booth had set up, and zipped the flap behind her.

Booth and Romero stared at each other. Booth's eyes flicked to the small double tent Romero had brought.

"I'd planned on sleeping out here," Romero vowed, suddenly very self-conscious.

Booth stood and stretched. He walked around the campfire past Romero. "That works for me Romeo."

Booth crawled into the larger tent grabbing his pack on the way, and zipped it shut behind him.

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Booth sat on one of the many flat rocks that jetted out over the water. The waves slapped against the cliff below him. He focused on the curtain of water as it pounded against the rocks below. Millennia of beatings, and still the rocks stood. Sentries of the earth.

Booth thought if he came, she might realize she missed him. That they belonged together. He wanted her to know that she couldn't run from this thing between them. When he saw her with another man, he had to admit, it hurt him. Still- He didn't doubt his decision. Not until today- watching her with someone who she shared so many interests with. What the hell was he thinking? Who was he kidding?

Booth caught movement out of the corner of his eye. She stood like a statue, her attention drawn to the falls as well. Her alabaster skin reflected the moon's light back to it.

After what seemed like an eternity, she executed a perfect dive, barely disturbing the waters surface. Booth wasn't sure what to do. Should he stay and continue to watch, or make his presence know? Before he could make up his mind, she changed course and swam directly toward him. As she neared the edge she stopped to tread water.

"Are you coming in?" she challenged. She was Achelois, Moon Goddess, and one of the seven Muses; "she who drives away pain". How could he resist her?

Booth stood and removed his jeans as she watched. He dove into the water and surfaced just inches from where she'd been, but she had already headed for a break in the falls. He followed.

Brennan completely shut off her mind. He was here, and she needed him like the air, the water, the sun, and the moon. She was pulled into his gravitational field and couldn't- wouldn't allow herself to- escape.

Brennan had difficulty pulling herself up onto the slippery rocks. Booth was right on her heals. He lithely pulled himself up, and then quickly pulled her up as well. She felt as though she weighed no more than a rag doll to him, and despite herself, the display of power sent a rush of heat through her.

Their eyes met just moments before their lips. She pulled his lips down to hers and completed the kiss from the previous night.

Booth used his body to propel them back behind the curtain of water. The smooth rock face was cool against their skin. His hands moved up her body, tracing the luscious curves that he'd begun to know so well.

His right hand moved up to cup her breast. His thumb slid across the pebbled nipple, and there it was… the low moan that was almost a purr, rolled off her tongue and caught his breathe. Suddenly- he couldn't breath. His body became as taut as a bowstring, and his own groan soon followed.

This was the miracle. Her in his arms, grabbing, pulling, waiting, wanting more… so much more. And yet, he was at her mercy. He pressed his size into her, an admission of weakness. He couldn't withhold himself from her, even if he wanted to, even if once he'd like to be the one to walk away. His need too great, he was at the mercy of his desire.

Her hand came down between them, and she palmed him; one stroke, then another… he couldn't take any more. He grabbed her to pull her up. Her legs became a vise around his hips, and her hand was still there guiding him. He entered her in one long slow stroke. Her head fell back, and he felt her walls twitch. She was already so close he could feel the heat and wetness begging for release within her.

His mouth pressed to the pulse point in her neck as he slowly pulled out and stoked back in- one, two. Her heart raced beneath his tongue. His mouth moved up to her ear and he breathed two words "my Bones."

She fell… toppling headlong down an infinite cavern of light. The sound of her name reverberated through her body with each spasm. Her nails bit into his flesh and she cried out, head shaking… it was too soon, too quick, she wanted to prolong the sweet torture.

When she finally pulled herself back to the moment, he was there- holding on tightly. Never willing to let her fall alone. She looked into his eyes and saw the need, the love- its intensity frightened her. Yet, at the same time, it pulled at something in her own heart. Something so foreign to her, that she couldn't believe it was a part of her.

She understood sex, and biology, the neurochemicals involved in sexual arousal; endorphins, oxytocin, norepinephrine, and dopamine. She didn't understand the way her heart ached when he was gone, or why it took wings when she saw him in that hotel lobby, despite her outward reaction. She couldn't understand why she needed him so badly, and hated herself for needing him at the same time.

Brennan adjusted her grip on Booth's shoulders, and used the leverage to take control of their rhythm.

Booth felt her increase their rhythm, and he took her cue. He shifted their bodies so that she was pressed between his chest and his forearms, which were pressed against the rock face. He increased the pressure and the tempo.

The curtain of water wrapped them like a cocoon. It was surprisingly quiet, and the sound of their breathing filled the small space. Booth pumped into her, emptying his fear and frustration, his desire and his love into her with each stroke. He needed her, he wanted her, he hated himself for both. He wouldn't change either.

He could feel that she was close, and he allowed himself to follow her. He climbed to the peak with her, and they jumped hand in hand, neither quiet sure where they would land.

One word filled the night "Booooooth."

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Ahhhhh, that feels so much better! So… you didn't get the cliffy I'd intended, but you got the SMUT. For those of you who were wanting some "testosterone spillage" … sorry… I really needed to write some smut, b/c we all know that's my forte', and I just love it sooooo much!! Just remember… it's not over till the true Alpha-Male has marked his territory!

Wait… did that just happen? LOL

Back to the angst! For a bit longer anyway.

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All Over You: The Spill Canvas

Yeah he's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most.
I displayed them for you, strewn out about from coast to coast.

I am easily make believe, just dress me up in what you want me to be.
I'll take back what I've been saying for quite some time now.

I gotta feel you in my bones again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you.
I wanna taste you one more time again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you.

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I wanna taste you one more time again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you.
This life is way too short to get caught up in all this stuff when I just want you to love me back. Why can't you just love me back?