Dec. 24th: BlindAssassinUK chose the word "satiated".
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Booth walked into her apartment tight as a drum, anxious for whatever reason. He always seemed to vibrate when he was on edge. She never let herself stare, despite the fact that his corded muscles were usually visible even under his t-shirt. Now, she let herself do just that. Liking what she saw, she took a chance and ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders and back down his abs.
Oh, he was so tense, so feral. She wanted to examine him, to memorize every inch of his taut body, but he was staring at her with those black, hungry eyes that told her he needed her just as much as she needed him. With some sort of mutual understanding, she jumped into his arms and he shoved her against the nearest wall. She reached for the back of his t-shirt and revealed his perfect torso. She let herself nibble on his shoulder as she ran her nails down his back teasingly. The things she was about to do to him…
Brennan started awake, panting in desire.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to calm down but knowing full well that she was too turned on to relax. She warred with herself as she reminded herself that the last time was supposed to be the last time.
He wasn't hers anymore.
He had a girlfriend.
He loved her now.
She wasn't a consolation prize.
But still, Brennan's imagination was churning.
They were always so close, on stakeouts, in the car, in the lab. He was always within a foot of her, always within reaching distance. She had his very presence memorized. His smell, his footsteps, the jingle of his keys in his pocket when he was nervous, it all added up to make her already vivid imagination hum with potential.
She let herself run a hand over her stomach slowly, dangerously.
He was like falling down the rabbit hole. He made everything turn upside down.
She slid a finger across her wet flesh and shivered at the contact.
What she normally knew was wrong felt…
Oh…
…so damn right.
Her fingers slid so easily in and out of her as she stroked at her own walls, imagining it was him.
He would be strong, firm, never yielding.
Yes.
He would give one hundred percent of himself to her.
Oh yes.
And she would take it all and beg for more.
Because it was never enough.
Oh…
He was never enough.
Ohhh...
She needed him, all of him, all the time.
Booth!
Because when it came down to it, she could never be satiated with anything or anyone less.