Authors Note – PLEASE READ!
So I have upped this story to an M rating for a good reason. If you think you may be offended please don't read this chapter. Normal service will resume from chapter 13.
The song is by the Sugababes (again), Caught In A Moment.
Also I forgot to credit 'corik80' for the pocket-watch suggestion I used last chapter. I felt awful as I realized about five minutes after I posted. Thanks to Moonlight Gardenias for approving the following as readable, and all of you who have reviewed. I worship you like Gods.
Disclaimer – The following could never be broadcast on a family orientated TV channel. I therefore have simply borrowed the characters to play with in my own perverse way.
Enjoy
Cuddled together they heard a storm move in. Rain thrashed down, hammering against the window pane. Temperance laid her head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart vibrating through her. He'd noticed that the movie had her captivated. He'd noticed this because he had spent the last thirty minutes gazing down at her adoringly.
Suddenly the power cut out. Lightning flashed, illuminating their bodies.
"I have some candles" Brennan rationalized. "Wait here"
After a few minutes Temperance returned. She placed a few tea-lights on the chest of drawers and lit a match. Booth sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Blowing out the match he lent down and kissed her shoulder tenderly then whispered huskily into her ear, making her shiver.
"Are you ready to break the laws of physics?"
Your stares follow me in
Entwined in his arms she turned to face him. The soft flicker of the flames illuminated his features, and she gently stroked down his cheekbone with her fingertips. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into her, challenging her to give him the answer he craved. He relaxed his hold on her, allowing his arms to drop down to his side.
They stood, staring deep down into each other, breathing in the same air, for what, to Booth, seemed an eternity. Until he saw a look of realization flash through her.
"I... I want you..." she whispered.
"You want me? To..?" Booth questioned. There would be no regrets tomorrow. He would make sure of that. He was as close to her now as was physically possible without any touch.
Her lips curled upwards as she continued, with renewed certainty, "I want you to make love to me."
And I can hardly breathe
Hearing her say those words felt like the air was being sucked from his lungs. His heart was racing, driving the hot blood through his body like a nuclear reaction. He needed oxygen. Perhaps he could take a little of hers. Booth leaned in, tilting his head. Temperance matched his movement, and as their lips met he swore he felt a burst of electricity shoot through them. She pulled back and smiled sheepishly, biting her lip.
"It did." She confirmed, like she was reading his mind. "The power is out due to a rather violent electrical storm. The ions in the air around us are effectively in hyper-drive, and we have bare feet on a wool / nylon carpet. What you just felt was, literally, electricity."
"Cool!" he replied, astounded. "Will it happen again?"
"Unlikely. Not impossible. Same principle as a lightning bolt striking the same point twice. Which is actually a misconception. It is surprisingly common."
"You wanna try and see?" he suggested.
"Sure" she answered, already half way to his mouth.
I feel it's dangerous, Could be deadly
Pressing their lips firmly together Brennan slid her hands up his torso and found the buttons of his dress shirt. Fumbling blindly she worked her way down quickly. She tugged at the bottom to free the fabric from under the waistband of his jeans. Running her palms up his now exposed chest, she pushed the cotton away. Booth, whose hands had found a home caressing her hips, shrugged his shoulders back to allow the shirt to slip silently to the floor.
Temperance, in frustration moved her hands now to his belt buckle. Booth placed his hands over hers, and pulled his mouth back.
"Slow down," he chastised, running his thumb across her temple. "We have all night." He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. "We have all the time in the world."
Somehow I'm willing to do the things you want
"Sorry, it's just... I've imagined..." She sank her head against his chest, pressing her body up close. "This, for so long now."
He quickly processed her confession and cupped her chin up to face him. "You have? For how long?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Tell me" he pleaded.
"Physically, you are a very symmetrical specimen of a male, who fulfills all the attributes a female would desire in a mate."
"Yeah, I got the whole 'girls think I'm hot' angle in high school. That didn't answer my question."
"Well..." Stalling. "I am not saying that I could visualize engaging in a long term relationship with you until recently. However..."
He stroked her cheek tenderly.
"I may have been harboring a desire to have sex with you since we first met." she admitted quietly.
Take me in your arms
He interlinked his fingers in hers and walked slowly backwards to the bed, pulling her towards him. Easing their hands apart he swung his arm around behind her knees, scooping them up, allowing his free arm to catch her. Instinctively her arms looped around his neck. Holding her, ready to cross this threshold, they silently professed their love through a meeting of mouths.
Setting her down gently on the bed, Booth climbed up next to her and lent down to kiss her once more. Lay on the crisp white sheets, with the beading on her bodice twinkling in the dim light and her wavy auburn hair spilling over the pillow, she looked like a fairytale princess.
His fairytale.
He moved his attention to her jawline, then down her neck and along her collarbone, peppering her with light kisses. Rising up slightly he began to untie the ribbons that held the sensuous garment together. Feeling like he was unwrapping another gift, Booth wondered just how much thought Bones had put in to her outfit. And why the hell had she opted not to wear anything on her feet. They had been driving him crazy every time he caught a glimpse.
Spoon-feed my heart and...
As he pulled the last ribbon loose the top slid away, leaving her naked breasts exposed for his pleasure. Her nipples were dark and taught, inviting him closer. He recommenced his gentle assault on Temperance at her belly, more intense this time. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Every inch of flesh receiving the special attention it deserved, while slowly working his way up to her breasts.
Finally he let his tongue glide between her heaving mounds leaving a damp trail in its wake. He blew gently, creating an icy sensation that gave her a spatter of goose-pimples and causing her nipples to harden more so.
His head dived as he suckled one in to his mouth, savoring the taste. She whimpered in pleasure as he swirled his tongue around her areola, before nipping the tip with his teeth then sucking firmly. As he moved to her other side his hand smothered the sensitized point to ease the sense of loss, his fingers manipulating her erect nipple impatiently. Once he had lavished the same attention on both breasts he sat back, straddled across her legs, admiring the view.
Drip by drip
I'll take it all
Sip by sip
Her eyes fluttered closed as she breathed deeply through her slightly pursed lips, swollen with arousal. The flush from her face was spreading down her neck and across her chest. Booth slid himself back to the end of the mattress gently lifting her legs out from underneath him. Setting her left leg down at his side, he pulled her right foot up to his mouth, bending her knee in towards her chest, as he ran his hand from the back of her thigh along the soft flesh, over her calf and cupping her ankle. The gold chain that hung loosely there was fragile - like her, now - and a small dolphin charm hung from the clasp. Planting a soft kiss at her heal his hands moved to gently massage her sole. She gasped as he slipped his mouth over her toe, warming it with his tongue, sucking gently. His fingers continued to manipulate her foot sensuously.
"Mmm, that feels..." she breathed softly.
His eyes narrowed with adoration as he touched the delicate dolphin. It was a reflection of her. Intelligent, graceful, serene.
He retracted his mouth and placed her leg softly at his side, leaning forward to remove her skirt.
She quickly moved her untouched leg and pressed the sole of her foot along his sternum to hold him back. "No no no" she teased. Wiggling her toes against his chest she added, "You can't neglect this one"
Booth smirked at her before she felt her other toe encased with his warmth.
I guess that it's
Make or break
Boy here and now
When he was sure her request had been fulfilled to Bones impeccably high standards he ran his hands up her legs, nimbly slipping his fingers under her skirt, inching it up to her waist. His assault of kisses continued as he worked his way up her slender agile limbs. The sensation of his hot breath, coupled with his cool saliva, on her inner thighs began to drive her over the edge as she felt the heat pooling at her center. Her arms reached down to caress his hair. Unsatisfied she pushed herself up on her elbows to see him.
Aware that her position had changed he glanced up and seeing her need to be reactive to his touch, ceased his incursion of her skin.
She lent more towards him, desperate to reinstate contact. He pulled himself up in a flash, seeking her mouth with his own, delving into the warmth with his tongue, exploring enthusiastically. She responded with equal vigor, entwining her with him.
We're caught in a moment
Taking a breath, he looked into her eyes, silently asking permission to take the next step. With her it only ever took a single look and they understood one another completely. This moment in time was no different.
And I won't let it go
Booths hand slid down her body, grazing her breast. Pulling her skirt back he found her ass barely concealed by a pair of satin panties, saturated with her juices. Silently, he pushed his fingers under the fabric, twisting though her soft curls, searching out her hot center. Finding her folds he slickly slipped a digit into her arousal, quickly curling it up inside against her walls, the pressure causing her body to buck against him. His wet finger slid out to tease her, lightly rubbing her swollen mound in tight circles.
"Let go" he commanded.
She shook her head, her nails clutching hand-fulls of linen under her, as she held back the orgasm threatening to explode inside her. She wasn't going to allow him to break her that easily.
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Rocking himself back, Booth indicated for her to raise her hips, as he clutched the waistband of her skirt, peeling it away together with the sodden scrap of material that had been preserving her modesty.
Booth gazed lustily at her newly exposed nakedness. All than remained now was the delicate anklet, and his gift to her, currently perched in the crevice of her cleavage, glinting in the semi-darkness, teasing, tormenting him.
He needed to taste her, to know this was real. That he wasn't having one of the dreams that had plagued him for years. The one were he woke before he ever got to...
Closing his eyes he breathed in the scent of her. He could smell her need. Wrapping his hands around her thighs Booth pulled them apart, making space for him to claim his mate.
His tongue sank deep into her depths and her body jerked at the contact.
Involved in a feeling, Like the blink of a eye
Booth allowed himself to savor her completely, licking between her folds before suckling lightly on her clit. Releasing the pressure he swirled the tip of his tongue at her entrance, drinking her in. His teeth grazed against her, nipping her center, tipping her over the edge.
Her orgasm ripped through her, making her entire body quiver with emotion.
"Baby" he hummed against her, as he continued to manipulate her arousal, extending the sensations that were making her feel so...alive.
And the silence it belongs to you and I
Only her soft whimpering shattering the silence, Temperance felt her body, weak with ecstasy, sink deep into the soft mattress. She smiled, satisfied.
Broke through barriers
Seeing her give in to abandon, Booth's mind wandered back to the uptight squint he'd first met four years ago. She had built up so many wall's. And day by day he had taken them down one brick at a time until there was nothing left to take, and no foundations exist to rebuild them. She was willing to give herself completely.
And watching her do that because of him, right here right now. There were no words to describe how he felt at this moment.
And passed a state of mind
"I need to feel you inside me" Temperance breathed huskily.
"Oh God baby. I am gonna fuck you so good" He clamped his mouth on her thrusting his tongue deep, allowing her to taste her own juices on him.
She pushed him back onto his knees, maintaining the desperate kisses that she savored so much, and quickly unbuckled him. He slid himself off the bed and stood as her hands pushed the layers down his hips, thighs, calves, ankles, following her decent with lavacious kisses down his chest and abdomen.
He caught her chin before she went too far and she looked up at him sweetly, her moist lips glittering. "Not this time. Later." he suggested of her desire to taste him.
Pushing her shoulders gently Temperance fell back into the soft embrace of the pillows. Booth quickly followed and positioned himself at her entrance ready to be one with her. She inhaled sharply as the anticipation gave her butterflies in her stomach.
I'm not scared no more
He thrust his solid erection deep within, filling her to the hilt.
"Oh baby, baby" he murmured against her kisses, stroking her skin with light feathery touches. His eyes searched deep into the cerulean blue of her own, supplicating her needs, desires, imploring her to engage herself with him completely.
It feels divine
She matched his rhythm as he drove himself into her time after time, her soft moans gaining amplitude as the sensations inside her became to much to bear.
"Baby, this feels so good." he whispered, encouraging her further.
High on his love she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight. He lifted her hips higher, allowing him to go deeper still, thrilling her center.
So take me in
"Baby. Ohh" Booth was holding back with all the self control he could muster. He was privately astounded he had managed to last this long after fantasizing about being inside her countless times. Her hands, that had been caressing his chest, moved down to grab his ass.
And catch me when I fall
A overwhelming desire to scream washed over Temperance, forcing her to muffle it back by biting down on his shoulder.
Booth winced at the pain, only adding to his desire. "I love you baby. God I love you."
I'm waiting on the edge
"Oh... ohh... I... I love... that! Ohh... Do that again!" Temperance moaned, silently chastising herself for almost letting it slip. Booth had chosen his moment to tell her he loved her with care. She would do the same. One day.
Uncut my soul
One of the tea-lights casting a gentle hue over them silently extinguished, producing a burst of scent. Booth breathed it in, desperately trying to identify the smell that should be uniquely Bones.
Vanilla. No wonder she smelt good enough to eat.
Booth felt her walls tighten around him as she threw her head back in pleasure. Wave after wave of spasms carried her to a state of intense abandon. He could hold back no longer.
"Holy fuck... Temperance!"
He came hard and fast, filling her with his hot seed, collapsing onto her in exhilaration.
Snip by snip
I'm oozing it
Bit by bit
Another of the tea-lights reached it's end and a light drizzle of jasmine scented smoke drifted through the cool air. Both bodies, sated and sticky, lay silently, breathing erratic as they returned to their natural state.
"Wow" she murmured "That was... wow!"
He pulled her into him as he watched the contentment spread over her. "You are so beautiful. I could lay here forever."
The last remaining source of light extinguished itself with a flicker, leaving them in darkness. Booth waited to identify the third source of the perfume that had filled the room while their lovemaking had taken them both to a new level of understanding. No matter how much she objected, Booth knew now that they belonged to one another.
Temperance had not been oblivious to the significance of the tea-lights. Much as she objected to psychology, conditioning theory was well documented, and she was aware how memories can be evoked by a sound, a taste...
...a smell.
Booth laughed and held her tight as he realized exactly what the final aroma had been. Apple cinnamon. He would never be able to eat pie again without thinking of making love to Temperance Brennan.
His Bones.
I'm taking it
Step by step
Boy here and now
Booth awoke to an unfamiliar blue light casting shadows around the even more unfamiliar room. It took him less than a second however, to recall who was currently using his chest as a pillow. Her soft hair, smelling of peach and vanilla, was tickling his chin. Realizing the power had been reinstated he tried to figure out how to move Bones without waking her. There was no way he would be able to sleep again with the TV still on. Gently, he rolled her onto her side. She murmured and shifted onto her stomach.
He froze. Much as he would quite happily make love to her again, Booth was conscious of overstepping the mark. She did not wake up. He sat next to her for a few minutes, basking in her beauty. Watching as she slept peacefully, an occasional light snore escaping from her throat.
Scanning the floor he picked up his boxers and jeans, quickly sliding them over his hips. Flicking off the TV he walked out of the bedroom, silently closing the door behind him
--ooo00ooo--
Brennan awoke with a start. The room was dark. Where was she? Grasping around at her side she found the switch for the lamp. A warm glow illuminated the empty space, now familiar to her. She turned her head to the side, stretching her arm across the space he had lay. She was alone.
'Bastard,' she thought, angrily. What kind of person leaves in the middle of the night without a word. Her conscience reminded her of the men she herself had picked up in bars when her biological urges had deemed necessary, then gathering her clothes together in the middle of the night and discreetly slipping away. But she knew she would never see those men again. They weren't important. They meant nothing to her.
Booth was important. He meant something to her. Scratch that.
He meant everything.
She could feel tears welling up behind her eyes. Determined to hold her emotions back she sat up to find a tissue. The band of light under her bedroom door caught her attention. Had he left her hallway light on? His blatant disregard for the environment really pissed her off sometimes.
A chill passed through her as she threw the covers back. Temperance reached for the first thing that came to hand. It was his shirt. Slipping it on quickly to ward off the cold, she pulled it up high around her neck. It smelt unmistakably of Booth. Fastening a few of the buttons she cursed his ability to do this to her. To leave her weak and vulnerable.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of a refrigerator door shutting. He was still here. She glanced down. Of course he was still here, she was wearing his fucking shirt. Her nails dug into the bedclothes, gripping tightly. She hated feeling like this. Temperance knew something had to be done.
--ooo00ooo--
"What are you doing?"
"Hey" he soothed. "Did I wake you? I was hungry and there was pie and..."
Temperance struggled to maintain her composure.
Booth was watching her closely now. "Your angry." He paused, maintaining eye contact. "With me?"
"I'm not angry" she snapped. Her body was seething.
"You look - " His gaze drifted downwards, seeing his shirt hanging loosely on her perfect form, her long legs extending forever. "Damned hot!"
She licked her lips between angry breaths. Her body was on fire and she needed him to extinguish this burning sensation within her. Walking towards him, he saw the predatory glint in her eyes. Placing his empty dish back on the counter, Booth took a step forward, ready to meet her halfway.
We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
Temperance Brennan was not usually a territorial woman. She understood human instincts and commonly felt she was beyond them. The way she felt right now she would have peed on his leg to assert the fact he now belonged to her. She pushed him backwards firmly, knocking him into the counter. Pressing herself against him her hands made light work of the zipper encasing his obvious erection. Within seconds she had his clothing pooled around his ankles.
She sank down to her knee's, wrapping his girth in her grasp, manipulating it with her hand then, without warning, he was in her mouth. The hot, wet sensations encasing his solid cock. Her tongue swirled around his tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had escaped over his head, startling her taste buds. Booth tipped his head upwards as she sucked, gently first, building in crescendo, until it was almost painful. He was determined she would not see the expression he pulled as he struggled to maintain his composure. His idiot face. Relief came briefly as she loosened her grip to lick the underside of his length before nipping at the head with her teeth.
I am falling deeper, losing my control
"Stop" he panted. "I want to be inside you when I... Oh.. God" His face contorted.
Breaking from her attack she mumbled "You already are." Catching the pained expression his reluctance to let go was causing him, Brennan relented and pulled herself to her feet, scraping her nails up his chest as she did.
Taking advantage of her momentarily lapse in concentration, Booth swung her the 180 degrees, pinning her between him and the worktop, invading her mouth with his, tasting himself on her. His hands, grabbing and kneading her ass frantically as he stepped out of the material binding his ankles, kicking it away across the linoleum.
He moved his focus down her neck sucking and nipping at the pale skin. There would be a bruise tomorrow. He had branded her, marked her as his own.
"Fuck me!" she demanded, impatiently.
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of a eye
He lifted her thigh, pulling it over his hip. Her arm's lifted to hook her around his neck causing the shirt - his shirt – that concealed her to ride up. His erection pressed against her stomach. She needed to be higher. Booths mind was spinning, trying to work the logistics out. The counter was too low to provide leverage, too high for her to sit on. He could go lower. He bent his knees as he raised the leg that supported her off the ground. Crossing her ankles behind him, Booth positioned himself at her entrance and thrust in quickly.
There was a problem. A fit as he was, nature had not designed man to thrust in a semi squatting position. They had to move. Straightening his legs, Booth lent back slightly, pulling her into his chest to maintain a center of gravity.
He turned and quickly scanned the apartment. The sofa? It would be comfortable. No, too far. - The refrigerator? It would wobble around too much, and besides, the electrical humming would bug them. She clenched her muscles and Booth inhaled sharply at the sensation. He needed somewhere.
Now!
And the silence it belongs to you and I
Booth saw the dining table. Perfect. He staggered over, still inside her, each step generating friction against her walls. Resting her on the edge, he swept everything off, making a sharp clatter on the polished hardwood.
"Lean back" he growled, reaching out to unbutton the shirt. Temperance moaned as the new angle caused him to press against her g-spot. Her legs unclasped from around his waist and she raised them up over his shoulders. Large masculine hands slid along her torso enveloping her breasts. Booth began to thrust into her steadily, when he made the mistake of glancing up.
The photograph of Parker, that he had purposely placed there earlier was now watching his every move. Booth chided himself. It was after all just a photograph. He would focus on Bones, and the incredible expressions her face developed as she neared climax.
"I'm sorry," he withdrew sharply. " I can't focus."
Frantic with confusion she sat up abruptly. "What? Why? No!"
Secretly I let it slip
She turned to see what had disturbed Booth so much and saw Parker smiling out from behind the glass frame. Temperance's desperation softened as she looked back to Booth.
"I shouldn't be here" Booth resounded. The hurt in her eyes hit him right through his chest. "I don't mean, it's just, Christ, I really do love you so much." He stroked her hair out of her face tenderly. "But I should be there for my son."
"I know. But we're here. And you can't change that. Besides, after the last forty-eight hours 'm not sure I would want you too." She kissed him lightly and leaned back reaching out to grasp the cold glass. Bringing the photo up to face her she whispered sweetly. "Parker, as adorable as you are. You really shouldn't see what's going to happen now." She reached back and replaced the frame, this time glass face down. "Now, where were we?" she breathed, spreading her legs invitingly.
Emotional I fall through it
Booth thanked God for bringing her into his life, then smiled to himself as he considered how long he would need to spend in confession after tonight.
He quickly sheathed himself within her once more, fucking her as hard as his body would allow.
All I know I'm losing my control
It wasn't long before he had her panting breathlessly as her orgasm washed over her again and again and again. When she finally ceased her contractions, he allowed himself to fill her once more, sending her body back into aftershocks.
I'm down your way too far
"I have never come like this in my life," she confided wearily. "What you do to me is just... ohh." Temperance couldn't generate words to explain.
And there's no turning back
Booth wrapped her in his arms, his head drifting to being back in D.C. He knew this was going to be forever but it was easy here, with no outside influences. Except Max, who didn't count. All he wanted was for his daughter to be happy.
Back home there would be fallout from the bureau, Sweet's would probably want to up the therapy sessions. That's even if they allowed them to work together. He shuddered at the thought. Booth couldn't imagine her not being there. Cam might be awkward. Given his reasons for breaking it off with her. Rebecca would give him grief. Citing Parker as an excuse, despite the string of dicks she had exposed him to. And there would be Parkers reaction. He had been careful to keep his girlfriends separate before to avoid attachments forming. Parker already knew Bones. Would that make it easier?
And now I'm shedding all my fears
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Just thinking. About home." He didn't need to say anymore. The same concerns were ringing around in her own mind.
"You know we're not done yet – don't you?" She questioned, as a matter of fact. "We have another seven hours before I'm due back in work"
I know, I know
Booth smiled at her, exhausted. "As much as I am enjoying being here" - he took her hand in his - "we don't have to cover the entire Kama Sutra in one night"
"You seem to have conveniently forgotten my alpha female tendencies." She slapped his thigh gently. "Now, lie on your back. I want to go on top. It will afford you some rest before I let you take me up against the wall."
They both grinned stupidly together as their lips moved closer.
This was their best moment yet.
We're caught in a moment
And I won't let it go
I am falling deeper, losing my control
Involved in a feeling
Like the blink of a eye
And the silence it belongs to you and I
Authors Note – So... how was it for you? Too hot ? Too cold ? Just right ? (Sorry I'm a Nursery Nurse. I see fairytale analogies in everything) Seriously though, I have never written anything like this ever and I need reviews if I am ever going to do it again! Reviews are like orgasms. One is great, but it makes you want a hell of a lot more.