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She was expecting him to pull her closer or to establish some sort of physical contact again, but after a few minutes, it became obvious that he wasn't going to do that. She sipped a little champagne herself, trying to find her inner balance. She cleared her throat, "So, what did you want to prove to me?"
Her question made him sit up quickly and as he grinned at her, he reached for the glass of champagne in her hand and set it aside. "Impatient, are we?" He flashed his charm smile at her, as he put his own glass aside, stood up and reached out his hand towards her. As soon as she laid her smaller hand in his, he pulled her to her feet.
"Where are we going?" She felt confused. She had no idea why, he would be pulling her to her feet again.
"Inside. I want to prove it to you. Not the entire forest. Come on." He placed his hand on that familiar spot on her back as he gently nudged her into the tent.
The inside of the tent was just as cozy and inviting as the scene in front of it had looked. Somehow, this was more intimate and it made her turn around, "Booth… I – I,"
He placed a finger against her lips, shutting her up in the process. "No, we are not going to talk about this. I am going to prove something to you. You get one chance to decide whether or not you want me to prove it. One chance, Temperance. You decide whether or not you want to know. Right now. So, do you? Want me to prove it to you, I mean?"
Her mind was screaming at her, that she should run, hide from him, that they couldn't and shouldn't, but her body didn't seem to agree as she slowly nodded.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know," He leaned forward again as he circled his arms around her and pulled her flush against his chest. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered seductively, "I know that, in your eyes, it must seem nothing more than a theory, but I'm here to provide the proof that if one finds the right person - the one, so to speak - it is possible for them to break the laws of physics. But only if they do that together. If they work together, to reach that special place, where - for just a second - the only thing that matters in the world, is the love in the other person's eyes."
She hated the fact that her body only seemed to be reacting to his words and his body, as opposed to the commands her brain was firing at it. And still, she couldn't seem to pull back. She had been in this situation before, but it was different this time. This time, he was willing to prove it to her. He wasn't going to pull back. He was actually going to show her what making love was all about.
When she actually pressed herself firmly against his body, he tilted his head to the side and once again pressed his lips to hers. His right hand found its way into her hair as his left slid under her shirt, to rest on the bare skin of her lower back. He gently tugged her hair, making her head fall back, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth. It only took a second before she reciprocated his actions and returned the kiss.
His kiss momentarily stunned her, but when she felt his loving yet firm actions, maneuvering her body, without forcing her, her heart opened and all of the love she had denied both of them came pouring out, flooding her entire body. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she caressed his tongue with hers.
He could feel her opening up to him. She was no longer holding back. He slowly pulled back, quickly removing his jacket from her body. He knelt down in front of her and curled his hand around the back of her right knee. He quickly placed a kiss to the side of it, lifting her leg, pulling her shoes off. After pressing another kiss to her knee, he put her foot back on the ground and repeated the process with her left leg.
She felt dizzy after their kiss and a sense of longing filled her as he kneeled down in front of her and slowly took her shoes off. Her knees felt weak as he pressed soft kisses to them and she placed her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself.
He sat up a little straighter as he slid his hands over her calves, knees, the outside of her thighs until they rested on her hips. He leaned in again, pressing his cheek against the soft silk of her green blouse. He hummed quietly, before he pressed a kiss to the place where his cheek had just nuzzled her tummy. In the meantime, his hands had found her zipper, which he was in the process of unzipping, when he felt her grip on his shoulder getting stronger, more desperate. Encouraged by the action, he tugged the fabric twice, making it slide past her hips and pool around her ankles. He stood up, swept her off of her feet and gently laid her down on the thick, comfortable duvet which he had spread on the floor.
Booth was hovering over her, his lips meeting hers in a tender, gentle kiss as he played with her long dark hair, cradling her head in his palm, holding her close to his body.
She whimpered into his mouth and she could feel his tongue sweeping her tongue with his, deepening their kiss.
For a moment he felt her hands drift from where they had rested on his shoulder, down his chest, resting lightly on his stomach. He could feel her fingers slipping under his shirt, making his muscles ripple from her gentle touch. Until they slipped away. For a brief moment, he thought he had imagined her touch, but when she broke off their kiss, he knew for sure. She was pulling away from him. Again. "No," He whispered softly as he placed his hand over hers and guided it back underneath his shirt. "Don't pull away." He lovingly caressed her cheek, "Trust me," He nuzzled her neck, as he whispered; "There is no place for fear. Not between us."
"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered her reply, as she slowly continued the path her fingers had taken a few minutes earlier. She bit her lip, before she decided to just be honest with him. "I just can't believe this is happening. I – I never thought you would actually, you know, want to prove that to me." Her touch got bolder as she pressed her palm against his bare skin.
He groaned quietly as she admitted in her own Brennan way that she wanted this too. That she wanted him to prove it. Because just as much as she needed his proof, he needed her to show him that she wanted this. That he was what she wanted. That he was the one she loved. That he was the only one she wanted to make love to, instead of satisfying biological urges.
Being so close to Booth, safely tucked away in his arms, cradled against his chest, she realized that he was right. There was no place for fear between them. And right now, there was literally no place for anything between them. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, getting herself ready to acknowledge the change in their relationship. To make it a definite change. No turning back now. It was time to let her heart take over for once. It was worth the risk. HE was worth the risk.
Booth felt her breasts pressing into his chest as she took a deep breath. He instantly realized that whatever was coming would be something important. His gut seemed adamant about it.
"Booth, I don't want you to have sex with me to prove something. I – I," She struggled to say it, so she closed her eyes and took another deep breath.
"Then what do you want, Bones? Because, if you didn't want this, you would've stopped me by now. We both know that," he leaned back, supporting his weight on his elbows. "Come on, Temperance, don't be afraid. It's just me. Tell me."
She opened her eyes and softly whispered, "I want you to make love to me. Not because you want to prove something, but because you want ME."
"You have no idea, how long I've been longing to hear you say those words," he whispered huskily, before leaning in and pressing his lips in an open – mouthed kiss against her neck, making her whimper and wiggle underneath him in pleasure.
Instantly her fingers found their way into his soft, dark hair, holding him close to her body, determined to never let go of him again. This was exactly where she needed him, in her arms.
As he continued to press his lips to her neck, jaw, cheek and finally her lips, he could feel her hands stroking their way down his back. He loved the feeling of being surrounded by her presence, the knowledge that his goddess wanted him close, was making him feel calm inside. Calming down the sniper and welcoming the teenage boy that felt lost and unwanted. His entire life, he had struggled to unite those two images, which at one point in his life had represented him. But in her arms, none of it mattered.
When she finally reached the hem of his shirt, she slipped her hands underneath the fabric and pressed her hands firmly against his back, showing through her actions that this was exactly where she wanted him. As her hands wandered higher, his shirt rose with it.
Ending their kiss, he sat up straight, kneeling between her legs and pulled his shirt off. "All you had to do was ask, Temperance."
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