Musie just will not leave this one alone so I hope you guys are ready for part two. LOL. Thanks for the reviews and please keep them coming. Thanks, T.
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Brennan shivered and moaned deep in her throat as Booth's lips pushed hers apart a little roughly and his tongue speared into her mouth, aggressive and dominating but she didn't mind in the least. It was about damned time he let go of some of that control and gave into what they both wanted and she wasn't about to object if he got a little rough. In fact, the thought of seeing him completely out of control sent shivers of anticipation down her spine and the things his tongue was doing to her mouth had her lower abdomen clinching in a tight knot of need. She felt herself being walked backward and didn't even protest when she collided with the wall since Booth's big body immediately came up against hers and she was pressed between him and the wall. Whimpering at the way the hard muscles of his chest pressed against her aching breasts, she pulled him even closer and kissed him back voraciously.
Booth knew he had to have lost his mind to have his partner pushed up against the wall in a mummy exhibit, no less, kissing her like he wanted to devour her but he couldn't bring himself to care. If this was what being crazy was like then he was all for it and didn't especially relish the return of sanity. He shuddered as Brennan aggressively thrust her tongue into his mouth and her hands slipped the button on his jacket open, immediately going to work on the buttons of his shirt. One of his hands reached down and grabbed her right leg, just behind the knee, and lifted it to rest on his hip. That hand began to slide up her thigh, pushing her skirt upward as it went. His other hand slid around to rest on the swell of her buttocks and pull her hips forward to meet the rocking motion of his, his erection twitching at every brush of her center against him.
"Hey, you two, you shouldn't be in here!" Booth started at the shouted words and his head came up. It took several long seconds to realize where they were and that an overweight security guard was puffing his way toward them, his flashlight bobbing up and down with his movements.
Dammit, Booth cursed silently, he couldn't freaking believe someone had interrupted them when they had been so close to finally relieving some of the sexual tension between them. He wanted to cry at the lost opportunity and the knowledge that it might never come again but there just wasn't time at the moment, he had to figure out how to handle the guard. The light revealed enough for the guard not to be able to mistake what they had been doing but the guy was still far enough away, it was doubtful that he would be able to identify them. Bones was going to kill him if they got caught, Booth decided, they had to get out of here. Brennan's arms tightened around Booth's neck and she sought his mouth with hers, lifting her whole body to rub sensuously against him. Booth groaned in frustration at the interruption but his hand was gentle as he lifted Brennan's face toward him with a finger under her chin. Her eyes were open but unfocused and he knew she hadn't heard their visitor.
"We have to get out of here, Baby," he said urgently, her eyes widened at the endearment and the urgency in his voice. Blinking, she looked around and seemed to realize where they were then she spotted the security guard drawing closer and gasped, looking back at Booth with absolute trust that he would get them out of this. It was all he could do not to say to hell with the guard and kiss her again, but he had no desire to be the main topic of gossip at the Jeffersonian on Monday and he sure as hell didn't want everyone talking about Brennan like that.
"Okay," she whispered and her eyes told him she would follow wherever he chose to lead her. He felt his chest swell with love for this woman and pride that she trusted him so implicitly. Reluctantly stepping back from her, he waited until both of her feet were on the ground, then held out his hand which she took without hesitation.
"Come on, Bones. Let's blow this joint," he said, already pulling her across the room, farther from the guard.
"Wait, Booth. My shoes," she tugged on his hand and stopped to scoop her shoes off the floor where she had left them when they had started searching for her mother's bracelet.
"Good thinking, Bones. We wouldn't want them to be able to pull a Cinderella on us," he praised, swiftly pulling her down the hallway.
"I know what that means," she said brightly, obviously delighted that she did. Booth grinned and pushed open the door of the stairwell. They quickly descended the stairs until they reached the parking garage and Booth took a peek out the door to make sure no one was in sight.
"Ready to make a run for it?" he asked turning back to her with a grin but his breath caught in his throat at the way she looked leaning back against the wall to maintain her balance while trying to slip her shoes back on. Her lips were swollen and red from the kisses they had shared, her hair was tousled from his hands, her eyes were heavy lidded and she had several more inches of cleavage showing than she'd had at the start of the evening. She looked mussed and sexy as hell but mostly, she looked like his. "Here, let me do that." He knelt at her feet and took the shoe she was struggling to get on from her. Lifting her right foot to rest on his hard thigh, he unfastened the strap on the shoe and slipped it on her dainty foot, his hand sliding up the back of her calf to her knee and back in the process.
The hands she had placed on his shoulders for balance tightened and he could hear her breathing change, become faster, a sure sign of arousal. Not that he had any doubts that she wanted him after the little interlude upstairs but it was nice to know he could affect her as much as she affected him. But they weren't going to do anything about it here, he promised himself righteously. He wasn't going to touch her again until they got behind closed, locked doors then look out because he was going to show her that she belonged to him in ways that she would never forget.
"Booth," she whispered, one hand leaving his shoulder to slide through his hair, "were you just developing your frontal lobe upstairs?"
It took him a second to figure out that she was asking him if he had kissed her because he was in the mood to be bad and his eyes flew up to meet hers to see the vulnerability shining in hers. "No, Baby, I wasn't developing my frontal lobe," he assured her, efficiently slipping on her other shoe and standing. "I kissed you because I wanted to." His hands cupped her face and he leaned down until his nose nuzzled against hers. "I've wanted to do that and a lot more with you for a very long time," he continued honestly, his eyes holding hers, not missing how they were widening at every word. "I want to take you home and take you to bed," he whispered, his lips brushing lightly over hers. "I want to keep you there for days until we've satisfied this ache I get every time I so much as think about you." His body surged against her, leaving her in no doubt of exactly what he was talking about. "I want the right to sleep in your arms every night and be by your side every second of every day. I want everyone to know that you belong to me. I want everything with you, Bones, and, I think you want it, too." His thumb swiped at the single tear making its way down her cheek and he felt a moment of panic. Had he completely misjudged the situation? Had he just completely messed things up with his partner forever? Before he could try to backpedal, Brennan threw her arms around his neck with a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh and drew his lips down to hers.
"I love you, Booth," she whispered against his mouth.
His eyes widened at her words but he didn't get the chance to respond as her lips opened over his and his brain shut down, leaving his hard, hungry body in charge. He didn't know if being aware that she loved him mad the difference or not but he had never, ever been kissed the way Brennan was kissing him. God, she had a magic mouth and tongue, the things it was doing to his mouth made him want to whimper in delight but she wasn't just using her mouth. She used her whole body, subtly shifting her hips from side to side, teasingly grazing his erection with every movement. Her breasts brushed against his chest just firmly enough for him to feel her hardened nipples, her nails scraped against the back of his neck and his hands ached to be on her luscious body. His hands flattened on the concrete wall on either side of her head because he retained just enough sanity to know that if he touched her right now he would have her naked and impaled before he could stop himself. His hungry body didn't have a problem with that but his romantic soul didn't want their first time together to be against the wall in a dirty stairwell.
"We have to stop," he moaned against her avid mouth. She either didn't hear him or chose to ignore his words. Her mouth and tongue became even more aggressive and Booth knew it was now or never. His control was all but gone and he wanted to be firmly planted deep inside her more than he wanted to draw his next breath, but he didn't want them to remember this as their first time for the rest of their lives together. "Bones, baby, we have to stop," he panted, jerking his mouth away despite the protests of his frustrated body. Moaning deep in her throat, her arms tightened around his neck and she tried to pull his mouth back to hers. Firmly removing her arms from around his neck and pinning them to the wall beside her head, Booth waited for her eyes to open and focus on him. "We need to get out of here," he said softly, unable to resist releasing one of her wrists and stroking her cheek. "I don't want our first time to be like this," he added. She blinked at him, taking in the rigid set of his body and how he was only touching her with his hand and finally nodded her understanding. Reluctantly removing his fingers from her cheek, he stepped back and held out a hand which she took without hesitation. Opening the door to the parking garage, he led her out into the night, his heart full to busting with happiness that the woman of his dreams loved him and wanted to be with him.
Brennan's heart was feeling pretty darn full as well. Booth might not have said the three words she had used to identify her feelings for him but she wasn't naïve enough not to understand that he had told her that he loved her. His words describing what he wanted from her and for them were a clear declaration of love and intent and she didn't think anything could make her happier than she was right now. Well, maybe one thing, she admitted to herself. Her body was vibrating with need and she wanted to kill that security guard for interrupting them before they had both been satisfied. She wanted to drag her partner back into the stairwell and do all sorts of delicious things to his body but she didn't really want to be the subject of gossip so she supposed she would just have to wait until they got home. Then look out, Seeley Booth, because I am going to rock your world.