Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 15/?
Chapter Title: Black Velvet
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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This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Bs fabulous eyes; especially when they are all smoky black with rage or desire. ( x SWOONS x)
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Booth stood at the cliffs edge and stared out at the vista. They'd driven out to a remote spot in the desert that Noanie had given them directions to.
When Booth had staggered into the kitchen that morning, Noanie had quickly cornered him.
"I have very specific instructions from Angela as to how you are supposed to spend your evening," she whispered conspiratorially. "So when Tempe gets here you need to just go along with everything I say… Got it?"
Booth nodded sleepily; too tired and confused to argue. After all the excitement of the previous day, Bones and he had fallen into bed, curled in each others arms, and they'd fallen to sleep almost immediately. When he woke, she was nowhere to be found. He'd half expected to see her here, in the kitchen.
"Angela also told me to tell you, that you quote 'didn't get the chance to fully appreciate the beauty of the desert on your last trip', and she expected you to take 'full advantage'." Noanie gave him a playful poke in the rib. "Man prince charming… and I thought I was your only cheerleader."
Booth chuckled noncommittally. Brennan entered the room at that exact moment from the rear of the house. "Noanie… this place is just as beautiful as I remember."
She walked across the kitchen and rubbed up against Booth. "Good morning."
God she was sexy first thing in the morning. Booth smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss gently on top of her head. He wondered silently what his chances of getting her back into the bedroom were, when Noanie started in.
"Yeah… it's been tough keeping up with the place since I got back, but Aunt Barbara's been great."
Noanie had only been out of the hospital for a few weeks and the strain of her ordeal still showed on her weakened form. She had regained much of her color and spunk, but her weight was still down, and she moved as though she still hurt all over.
" - By the way Booth, you could help me out."
Booth was a bit stunned but responded willingly. "Anything."
"Has Tempe ever told you about my '66 T-bird?"
Booth's mouth dropped open. "You have a 1966 Thunderbird?"
"Convertible!" Noanie added.
"Convertible?" Booth replied anxiously.
"Yep," Noanie smiled. "A 1966 Ford Thunderbird convertible 428FE."
"You've got the 428- 7Liter V-8? There are only like (Booth paused to think) six of those known to exist."
"Yep," Noanie said, satisfied her information that Seeley Booth was a 'car guy' hadn't been wrong.
"Oh my God," Booth was near apoplectic. "Can I see it?'
"Better than that- I'd like you to take it out. Blow the dust out. Aunt Barb just does appreciate the old girl."
Booth walked up to Noanie and gave her a huge hug. He felt like a kid who'd just won the lottery. "You- are a good friend! I could kiss you."
"Please don't," Noanie giggled. "Tempe and I have been friends for a long time. I know how thoroughly she can kick my ass."
So- they'd ended up alone together here in this deserted piece of desert, watching the sky turn from blue to pink and orange and a beautiful shade of caramel.
Angela had apparently taken care of everything. Their stuff from Mexico had been shipped back to D.C. in order that they not be traced. Angela apparently had gone by Brennan's apartment and packed up some things for Brennan, which had arrived earlier that morning.
The case had included every skimpy, revealing piece of clothing that Brennan owned, and even some she didn't. There wasn't a button down or a pair of slacks amongst the items. And there was far more La Perla then Brennan remembered ever buying.
Angela had also provided Booth with some wardrobe; sans any underwear. She had included every tight sexy T and pair of jeans in his closet. Particularly ever one Brennan had ever commented on.
Apparently, Angela had been the one to recommend to Cullen that they come to Arizona to lay low for a bit, until they could figure out their next move.
Brennan needed to remember to thank her.
Noanie had taken on the entertainment of Agent Romero for the evening, with a trip to the local farmers market. It turned out they had a lot in common, including an interest in Navaho art.
She'd asked Booth to take her car for a drive… something about it being bad for the engine to sit idle too long. That seemed completely counter intuitive to Brennan, but Booth seemed to agree.
They'd headed out with a full tank of gas and a basket full of goodies packed by Aunt Barbara. They had just completed their dinner, along with a bottle of wine, and Booth stood at the edge of the mesa to stare at the valley below.
Brennan lay on the blanket. She could not take her eyes off of him. They were drawn to the marvelous V formed by his inguinal ligament. That perfect V crowned by perfect abs, which were crowned by prefect pecs… and that smile.
He'd lost his shirt some time during their dinner, and as his jeans rode low on his hips, she had a perfect view of all that wonderful flesh and muscle and bone that was Seeley Booth.
Brennan licked her lips as she thought about the perfect piece of flesh that V led to. The way it filled her, and made her whole. Like it was made to fit her and her alone.
He finally turned to looked at her with those smoky eyes and she felt her knees weaken despite the fact that she was in a prone position.
Booth sauntered back over to the blanket, as only he could do, and lay himself out next to her. There was a quiet and a stillness in the air that could not be violated by words. His lips fanned over hers like a whisper.
Brennan pressed into him. Her whole body was already on fire and only his lips could quench the flame. Her hands traced the muscles she'd admired moments before. His nipples hardened to her touch.
Booth couldn't get over how beautiful she was under the fading light. She was dressed in a simple tank top, with tiny beads inset at the scooped collar and hem. The hem barely reached the top of her low rider jeans. He was sure he'd never seen those before. The blue of the top emphasized the sparkle in her eyes.
He was drawn back to her, to her heat. When his lips descended on hers, all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart against his chest. His heart raced as if he were in a flat-out run, his erection throbbed like it had its own heartbeat.
Her hands worked nimbly at his waist, and he soon felt the thick fabric of his jeans being pulled down his hips. He raised himself slightly to ease the fabrics descent.
Suddenly her lips and heat were gone, and she stood next to him. She gracefully pulled the fabric of her top over her head and dropped it down onto the blanket to reveal her perfect breasts. This was followed by the hum of her zipper before she eased the fabric of her own jeans down along her hips.
Booth reached up to still her hands. He gently tugged the delicate lace of her panties down, caressing each foot as she stepped out of them. When these too were added to the pile, Brennan lowered herself onto him.
Their lips danced across each other once more, as their breath grew raspy and their bodies tensed.
He watched as she gently reached down and guided him into her warmth. His eyes bore into her. All that desire burned right through her.
He reached up and stroked the hair from her eyes. She smiled.
Their rhythm began slowly… like a song. His hands rode her hips, stealing upward on occasion to rub across her taut nipples. She held onto him… for leverage, for strength.
She could feel the tension build and her motions came quicker. His hips worked beneath her to push deeper and harder. He moved inside her, his thickness surged and retreated until the final moment when his body convulsed into hers with a powerful rush. Brennan's back arched.
Their hearts raced, and their blood flowed, and as she too found her release, Brennan howled out into the desert sky. A lone wolf called out its reply in the distance.
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(x Sighs dramatically x) A little desert lovin'. Just what Dr. Angela ordered!
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Alannah Myles - Black Velvet
Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please