So, I just wanted to say that this has been the most fun thing to write! I really like it and I hope you enjoyed it, too:)
Just a few notes,
please note the rating change, it's a pg-13 rated chaptah!
If the tense is confusing, I'll go ahead and tell you that the first few paragraphs are NOT a dream sequence, they're actually present tense, then a flash back, then back to present, if that makes any sense.
Also, I've never, ever written anything beyond harmless fluff, so this whole 'almost smutt' thing is new and unexplored territory, especially because I can't speak from experience (to be honest, I've never kissed anyone before) but that is no excuse on my part.
Review, please!
She had never been this intoxicated. Not from alcohol, but from another a person. She had never felt this kind of passion. A fire burning from deep inside her, emitting warmth and radiating fervor that filled the room. A bolt of vehemence shook through her and she felt alive for the first time in years.
He had never been so nervous as long as he'd lived. He'd had bullets pierce his flesh, he'd had the cold blades of many knives pressed promisingly against his neck, he'd been held at gunpoint more times than he could begin to remember, he'd been tortured and blown up, but now, the anxiety in his touch was palpable.
However, this was the good kind of nervous, the kind of nervous he received when he registered for the Military, the kind of nervous he had wrenching through his body when his son was born- the kind of nervous that made your hands quake and breath shaky, whilst you know something amazing was going to come of all this.
Both their eyes grow dark, hers a navy blue and his almost black with desire, passion, lust and a seething underbelly of not want, but need.
It was two thirty in the morning and the last thing he wanted to hear was a knock on his door. He groaned as the joints in his knees stiffened. He sat up and rubbed his hand over his face a few times, trying to appear the slightest bit awake. He was so disheveled he'd forgotten to throw his robe on, so he shuffled to the door, yawning in nothing but his navy blue boxers and a pair of rainbow striped socks, one pulled all the way up, one rung down around his ankle. He coughed to clear his throat and opened the door without first looking in the peep hole.
As he saw her there, in her white tank top and blue jeans, her hair messy, he blinked and almost shut the door. It had to be a dream. She wasn't supposed to be back for another month. She was going to call him, in a month, in London, so he could pick her up at the airport. She couldn't possibly be standing there.
"Bones." He choked out, his voice so soft it was barely audible.
She never knew one word could come with so much emotion attached to it. But from him, she heard hope, surprise, contentment, passion, thoughtfulness, joy, gratitude, welcome ness, comfort and the slightest flicker of yearning.
She was caught up in a web of thoughts, not only trying to grasp the way he'd said her name, but also drinking him in.
She'd seen him naked exactly two times before. The first time was during their trip to Vegas. He didn't know that she'd seen him, but she had. She was asleep and he was getting out of the shower. He walked out of the bathroom to get a shirt from their bedside table and just as he began digging through the drawer, his towel fell down around his ankles. That just so happened to be the exact moment that her eyes fluttered open from her restful night of sleep. She almost gasped at the site of him, but she decided to keep it low key, so she just watched as he cursed and pulled the towel back up around his hips, glancing over to her to see that she was still asleep (at which point she hurriedly closed her eyes). It had honestly taken almost every ounce of control to keep her from reaching out and touching. And that was three years ago.
The second time was when she'd burst into his bathroom a while back. If she wasn't so mad, she probably would have given into the sight of him and lost all control, but again, she had been quite furious at him.
But this was nothing like those two times. For one thing, he was not naked. He had boxers on. But aside from the obvious, This time, she had the chance to actually look at him. The hallway light shone down on all of his definitions, creating shadows where his collar bone dipped down and making perfect highlights, illuminating all of his scars.
She saw one in particular. The long slender line that ran from his right pectoral to below his boxers in a land, so far, unseen by her eyes. For whatever reason, she found herself wanting to trace the scar with her tongue, trace all of his scars with her tongue, making him shiver beneath her delicate mouth. She shook the thoughts away, this wasn't about lust. She was going to kiss him. As a test, to see how he really felt. And she'd continue as she saw fit from there.
"Can I come in?" She asked, already halfway inside. He nodded, his eyes suddenly awake, his joints no longer aching, his heart no longer in his chest, but stuck in his throat. He closed the door behind her.
"You should've called me." He commented, still standing there awkwardly in his boxers and socks. She just nodded.
Instinctively, he ran his tongue cleanly over his lips, as if he knew what was about to happen. He looked into her eyes, which were filled with sincerity.
"Did you mean what you said?" She asked. His stomach flipped and he could feel the nervous quakes plaguing his hands. It was awhile before he answered. He was too mesmerized by her.
"I always mean what I say." He concluded.
With that Brennan slowly pressed her lips to his. It was soft and gentle and sweet and a tiny sigh escaped both of their throats. She was convinced. Their lips disconnected, but they remained there, lingering, trying as hard as they possibly could to maintain self control.
She was going to say that she thought maybe she loved him too, but Booth, being the sexually deprived, in love with his partner, man that he is, quickly pushed his hand into her hair and pulled her down for another kiss, this one was more of what she'd been anticipating.
She moaned from far back in her throat as she learned that his skillful tongue was more delicate and gentle than she'd imagined as it found its way into her mouth. It danced over hers teasingly. She was still shell-shocked at the magnitude of him that she hadn't joined in until now. Her own tongue began to graze over his as they tasted each other.
They finally broke apart, Brennan's eyes wide and a touch or two darker, glinting with desire.
"What are you doing?" She asked, not a trace of angry or surprise or frustration in her voice. It came out more playfully seductive than she'd wanted it to.
"Jumping into the fire." He quoted in a deep, throaty voice laced with temptation and charm.
At that, she melted. His eyes were almost as dark as coals and it sent his throbbing over the edge as she let out an, 'I don't know what that means'.
"Of course you don't." He moaned.
Their bodies pressed as close together as physically possible and she felt his rock solid form engulf her as he kissed her porcelain throat, his tongue entertaining the sensitive flesh, making her tremor beneath him.
He led his mouth down to her collar bone and dipped his tongue gently, though firmly, into the hollow point there, making her let out a pleasurable moan that irradiated through her chest, vibrating into his own mouth, making him elicit a similar reaction.
He needed to keep going, but suddenly lost track of his hands. He then realized that they were sliding up her shirt and feeling up her sides, ending right below her breasts. That's when he stopped.
"Don't stop." She whispered, less of a command and more of a plea, a whine.
"No. We can't do this." He grasped to his self control.
"Why not?" She asked, looking into his eyes, which were still dark as coal.
"Because. We're partners." He put his hands on her upper arms and felt her muscles relax under his touch.
"You kind of already crossed the line with your letter." She raised her eyebrows.
"I know…I just need to know that isn't just going to be some one night stand. I can't work with you like that."
Her eyes went ablaze.
"So that's what you think? You think that the level of my affection for you is equivalent to a one night stand? I can't believe you and your alpha male- She was cut off by him swallowing her words. He sucked her bottom lip to the point that it almost hurt.
'So much for him wanting to stop.' She thought to herself, not kissing back, but allowing him to have his way with her sore bottom lip. He released her and she pulled her head into the crevice between his brawny shoulder and his neck.
She breathed on him, noting the effect it had on him, as his breathing became more rapid and he began to throb even more into her hip, and a small, prideful smile graced her lips. She whispered deeply into his ear,
"With us, it would be much, much more than a one night stand." He inhaled sharply.
"You really want to do this?" He commented more than questioned. She whispered into his ear,
"Yes." She affirmed her tongue pressing smoothly along the skin behind his ear. He shuddered and a small verbal outburst of pleasure escaped from deep inside his throat and again she smiled, proud that she could affect him as much as he could her. He came back down,
"Positive?" He asked his black eyes sincere.
"Booth?" She asked, pulling at the waist bad of his boxers. He swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing up in his throat.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Shut up." She smiled, shimming the boxers down with both her hands. She leaned in and whispered into his ear, her breath creating a film of condensation on his already sweaty neck.
"Now, take me where we both want to go." Needless to say, Booth happily obliged.
She was stirred awake by rays of light inching their way into his bedroom. She moved ever so slightly, finding that she was wrapped in the arms of him. His eyes fluttered open and saw that she was laying there with him.
"Your still here." He commented.
"Like I said, I'm not gonna leave you. You and me, we're not just a role in the oats." She tried to use a cliché unsuccessfully.
He smiled and shook his head.
"It's a role in the hay, Bones, a role in the hay." her hair was a complete mess, her mascara was smudged all over her eyes and her lips were swollen, but she was more beautiful than he'd ever seen her.
"You're beautiful." He commented. She just smiled and said, very quietly,
"That's why I love you."
So there it is! The end! As I said, I've enjoyed this a lot, and the response has been amazing!
I'm probably not going to write much more after this, unless a one shot pops into that little head of mine:)
So tell me what you thought of it!
X's and O's to you all,
~Rhea~
"I'm with Bones, Cam. Don't doubt it for a second."- Booth.