Why isn't it Thursday yet? Why? WHY????!!!!

Hem.

Well, now that we've got THAT our of the way, I can say that, again, I don't own anything. Not even sanity.

Or Bones.

Sadly for all of us, because if I did.... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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CHAPTER 6

"Bones, have some pie."

"I'm not hungry."

"Is that because you just finished a salad, two rolls and a muffin?"

"Probably."

We were having dinner at the Diner. We were supposed to wait for Sweets for this, but we were hungry. So we hadn't.

"Just taste this. Please."

He held the fork toward me, then seemed to reconsider the action. It felt like we were cheating our own rules.

So I took it from his hand and I put the bite of hot, sweet pie in my mouth. It melted into my taste buds, dissolving into a spiral of pleasure and dopamine. I moaned in delight, eyes closed in an effort to concentrate as much neuron activity on my tongue as I could. This was beyond delicious. It was almost as good as Booth.

Wait.

This kind of thought had the habit of popping into my mind without my permission. But ever since yesterday I'd been feeling a growing tension in me which can only be properly illustrated with the simile of a coiled spring about to jolt free.

I'd spent the entire day working in Limbo with Angela doing facial reconstructions because the Bram case was the only one we had right now. And her incessant questions had left the spring grinding in annoyance. Although inanimate objects can't feel human emotion, of course. That was a metaphor... I think you understand.

Anyway, my unusually perceptive mind noted something was wrong with Booth. He hadn't said anything. Not the usual "Good, right Bones?" or "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?". Not even "One day I'll find the flavour you like."

I had decided to avoid direct eye contact with him as much as I could since yesterday, but this time was inevitable. Was he angry again? Had he left while I considered how toe curling the taste of this dessert was? Had he fallen asleep? Was he dead?

So I looked up.

And my quick brain registered the facts, processed them and decided the best course of action (to ensue the least damaging outcome) in about two seconds.

The best course of action was to leave, of course. Which I did, getting up abruptly and practically running away.

The least damaging outcome was me not taking off a single piece of clothing.

The facts were these: Booth wanted me. I wanted him. Something had happened to make both these statements (how did he do it?) so obvious in his eyes that my bra seemed to want to unhook itself.

As I sprinted down the street my breath thundered in my ears. Why was he torturing me? We'd agreed on this. We'd decided never to let that mistake happen again. Sexual attraction wasn't enough to risk our jobs, to make us sloppy or unfocused. Booth couldn't know that what I felt went beyond bodily functions, but it was still cruel of him to make this so difficult.

We were so good at what we did. So effective. Fearless. Strong.

United.

Well, not anymore.

Unity was out of the question. Or so I felt at this moment, heart pounding, lungs choking, blood fizzing. My rational side knew that these feelings, with no basis in fact, would change. Once my head metaphorically stopped trying to squeeze my own brain into a pulp, that is. But right now, I felt that I'd never be able to look into his eyes again without wanting him. Wanting him in many different ways, which confused me and made me lose my sense of right and wrong, like ascending a spiral staircase a metre in diameter.

I felt dizzy, and had to stop walking. I swayed where I stood, putting out a hand to steady myself against the wall of what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

A head rush can occur when a person stands too quickly without giving their body equilibrium time to adjust. It can lead to nausea, fainting, or momentary loss of coordination.

Spots danced before my eyes, and I stumbled whilst not moving at all. My brain noted that this feat was quite amazing on my part.

And then I simply fell.

Until he caught me, of course.

"Ugh. Why are you everywhere?"

"I'm sorry, Bones, I'll try and be nowhere next time."

"How do you do it? You're everywhere I look, and then even when you're not there you're still... there!" I'm going to assume that it goes without saying that I wasn't exactly on top form as I sprouted this nonsense.

"You see me when I'm not there?" his voice dripped with the sound of things left unsaid.

Unfortunately, my head was 'fuzzy' and all I felt was like punching him.

"Let me go."

"If I let you go you'll fall."

"No I won't."

Yes I would.

"Yes you will."

I groaned, feeling my head clear. As the spots disappeared from my vision, other things reappeared.

Like Booth's eyes. And his lips. And his general facial structure, inches from mine.

I straightened quickly and shoved him away. He was mean. So mean.

"Don't do that again."

Do what? Catch me so that I didn't sustain a cranial blow?

"Do… what?" he was panting slightly.

I wondered what I'd meant.

"I'm just... going to go home. Lie down, I think."

"Lie down?"

Oh no.

"Yes."

It was wrong, how perfectly he managed to twist everything I said into something decadent and wicked. This was bad. That little hesitating question he'd asked, as if to confirm a suspicion, felt like an omen. A bad, bad, bad omen.

"Bye Booth."

I waved as I began walking away, hoping to outrun my own urges. Again.

"You should take a shower before you lie down."

I stopped walking. Was he kidding me?

"Excuse me?"

"Take a shower. Just... it's been a long day, and the hot water will help you relax. Tension leaves your body in a warm rush..."

"Booth." it didn't quite come out as sharp and reproachful as I thought. More like a lover's sigh. Damn him.

"Soap leaves your skin shining, almost like tiny diamonds..."

"No." I shook my head, trying to make his voice vanish. Trying to make the heat turn to cold. And the weakness in my knees to turn to steely strength. And the pulsing of my desire to disappear. Because with every beat of my heart it only felt like more.

"You'd taste clean if someone were to lick your throat..."

"No." as the word left my mouth I knew it didn't sound like a negative.

"You're wet, everywhere... relaxed, shining, clean and wet..."

"Stop it."

"If that someone were to bite, would you scream?"

"Booth, please..."

"In pain or in pleasure, Bones?"

"Stop it!"

I didn't run because he was faster, and my legs were locked so that I didn't fall. I could barely stand, let alone place one foot in front of the other.

But I would have. I like to think that if I'd been able to, I would have moved as fast as I could. What I guess I'll never know is in which direction.

"What?"

"I'm not... I can't believe you!"

Our eyes connected and he knew what this was doing to me. He didn't know on both levels, but he knew which one was winning now. There was a glint in his eyes, like evil.

"What is it, Bones? Am I bothering you?"

Evil. Bad, wrong, mean, wicked...

I trembled a little from not running to him and shutting him up with painfully heated passionate fury. It has been said that that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.

I disagree, vehemently.

"Yes, you are bothering me. Cut it out."

"It's your fault."

The playful glint disappeared. There was no light in his eyes now. Only dark secrets.

"What?" I couldn't believe he had the nerve.

"It's your own damn fault, Bones! You're killing me here!"

"I'm...? You're the one who...!"

"No, Bones. You're the one." he spoke really softly, so I couldn't be sure, but it seemed like he'd ended that sentence rather abruptly.

At this point I realised he was whispering because we stood so close. Like opposing ions. Leaving us weak and at the mercy of whatever it was that stood between us and yet pulled us toward one another, inevitable, merciless.

Irresistible.

He put his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushed me against the wall, his eyes digging into mine.

Who were we to try and fight it?

With a sigh of defeat, we both gave up at the same time. In the instant before our lips met, I had another, crystal clear vision. Would this one become true as well?

In my mind I was standing right at the edge of a precipice. If I looked up, I realised that I'd already fallen a long way, and that I actually stood on a ledge. If I looked down, I realised that the earth was so far I couldn't even see it.

Booth's lips touched mine, and I felt an invisible energy push me toward the edge.

I stumbled, tried to hold on, tried to stop this inevitable end.

But it was no use. That is the definition of inevitability. I fell over and the sound of the rushing air filled my ears. For some reason I didn't scream, because in my vision I knew I'd be safe.

I hate psychology.

And now another, more real sound brought me back to reality; the sound of my gasps for air as I pushed my body closer to Booth's, arching my spine to that my breasts rubbed against his chest. His growl of agreement reverberated through my body, and I held onto his shirt, my fingers like claws around the collar as my knees buckled.

Something had happened and he wasn't scared or regretful. At least not now. He would be, though. He'd be angry again, and sad and filled with self-deprecation again.

Without speaking a single word, he put his hands on my hips and slammed me against his. I groaned into his mouth, forgetting the concept "would be". Was. All that mattered now was feeling exactly what he'd wanted me to feel; his length and his strength. Him. Booth, kissing me, Booth...

Then his lips left mine. I felt like someone had knocked the breath out of me. What was he doing? Didn't he understand? If I looked into his eyes it would all come back, everything that made the world around us, everything that made the reasons for us to stop!

But he knew what he was doing. Without looking into my eyes, he leaned down to kiss my neck, licking, gently biting, coaxing as many moans and soft screams from me as he could.

And he could.

Up until this moment, my hands hadn't been able to do anything but hold on. Now I raked them down his back, letting my fingers dig paths into his muscles so that he knew, but more than that, so that he felt just how much he was affecting me.

Another growl, and he left my neck to devour my lips again. I felt powerless, and this wasn't something I was used to. I dominated. I controlled.

Not today. Not now. I was at his mercy.

"Hmh..."

"What?"

Still avoiding eye contact, he spoke against the curve of my neck, right at the hollow where my clavicle began. With every puff of his panting breaths, I felt goosebumps erupt on my skin.

"Your fault. All your fault..." He rocked his body against mine, and the friction had me trembling. I was going to come in the street. In the middle of an only relatively empty road.

He was wrong. It wasn't my fault, he'd started it. But if it kept him doing this to me, then:

"Yes."

"Driving me crazy with your ridiculous display...! Moaning in the Diner, Bones? I've told you what your voice does to me!"

"Yes."

"Bad Bones. Bad, bad... making me insane for you... making me want you like this... so bad..."

"Booth." the word escaped my clamped lips like a sigh, once again inevitable. Unless he stopped pushing and moving and feeling I was going to...

"Sweets!"

"What?"

"Bones, Sweets! Run!"

He grabbed my hand and dragged me around the corner. I didn't even have time to check behind us. I was hollow. His body wasn't there anymore and I felt desperately alone.

With the cold came my rational side again.

We stood too close together, panting. And without asking permission he put his arms around me and gave me a strong, comforting hug. I melted against him, momentarily forgetting my desire and the buzzing in my head, forgetting the rules and the danger and what had almost happened if we'd been caught like this. I whimpered pathetically.
And to my huge surprise, I felt a wet drop fall on my neck.

Booth was crying?

"Booth?"

I pushed away and looked at him. The darkness had passed. The evil glint was gone. All that was left was that look again... and although it only lasted a moment, my stomach twisted. He drank in my face, as if he was taking a breath before plunging back into dark oblivion. I felt like every detail was being catalogued, every minute inch scrutinised. I felt like I couldn't keep anything from that golden gaze, and like he worshipped every bit. It moved me like nothing had before, this strange wonder.

And then that was gone too.

This was when I decided that I would take care of him, no matter what happened. Booth had been strong for me for so long that I'd forgotten he wasn't made of stone. It was my turn to be hugged. To help.

The single tear was roughly brushed away, and he managed an actual, genuine smile. I couldn't help but mirror his expression, even though a bit of me wondered what we were smiling about.

"He was going for the diner. I forgot we'd said we'd meet him there."

I had too.

"If he'd seen..."

"I know. The end."

"Yes."

"That can't happen."

"No."

Silence.

"Bones, we have to..."

"I know. But this is something we've already decided. Let's just keep our own promise. We can do it, Booth. We're not adolescents."

"Yeah." The smiles we exchanged now were of mischeif, like we shared a joke no one else understood. I vowed to make him smile more. Lately, he seemed to forget how.

I felt buoyed by the fact that he stood over me, towering and strong and aroused and exuding sexual energy and smiling, and yet we managed to keep still, simply looking.

"Do you think we should go back to the diner? Pretend?"

"Nah. I don't feel like entertaining the kid right now. I should get home."

"Me too."

He stepped back, and I wrapped my jacket more tightly around myself. I'd driven here in my car, so I began walking back to it. "Bye, Booth."

"Bye."

I didn't hear his steps fade away.

"Bones?"

I turned, feeling exhausted yet electrically awake. I'd have to do something about that when I got home if I had any intention of sleeping.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. It wasn't just your fault."

"I know."

He nodded, and we began walking in opposite directions, moving further and further away...

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Okay, now say "painfully heated passionate fury" five times quickly!

Hehe, aren't I a tease?

Next chap may take a few more days. And seeing as I've been updating almost daily, you're not allowed to complain! ;)