Chapter 3
"You know things like that, the stunt you just pulled, really tests my self control. You know how badly I want this" he gestured to the bed.
Booth had me pinned to the bed, arms above my head. He was straddling my waist so that I couldn't wiggle free. Considering the situation, I had the advantage. I craned my neck around to see where his feet were. I lifted my upper body to make him think I was trying to kiss him. As he leaned down laughing, he had to loosen his grip a bit. I took control of this slip-up and I linked my feet with his ankles. I flipped him onto his back. I then had the advantage. Splayed out on his back, I straddled his waist, smiling seductively.
"Ahhh, so you think you can outsmart me? Do you Seeley?"
"Apparently, I slipped up. What are you going to do about it, Temperance?"
"Torture you endlessly, that's what Seeley Booth. I am going to make you suffer."
I tucked my legs tight against his body to prevent him pulling the same move. With him secured under me, I put my hands on his chest. With one hand, I pulled off his thin black t-shirt. With the other hand, I traced over the tattoo on the inside of his wrist. His chocolate eyes were slowly darkening. With his perfectly sculpted chest exposed, I ran my free hand across it. His eyes were now black with lust. A growl escaped from his mouth. Knowing this was pure torture for him, I leaned in closer and left my mark. A nice hickey on his neck was all I had to do to leave him in a pile of FBI shining armor.
"Bones" he gasped, "you are such a tease."
"well, I told you that I was going to make you suffer."
Trailing my finger down, I slid down his body and off the bed. I sauntered into the bathroom and shut the door. Sliding down the door, I sat down on the floor and laughed hysterically. I knew that within 45 seconds he would be busting down the door. And without fail, Booth pushed the door open.
"You know Temperance Brennan, for such a small woman, you pack quite the punch."
By this point I was on my feet standing directly in front of him. He advanced on me and pinned me against the wall. Booth moved forward and leaned his head on my shoulder. Instinctively I ran my hand through his short brown hair.
His lips brushed against my ear, whispering, "pick your side of the bed first."
I couldn't help but just melt as he walked away, now clad only in boxers. As I gained my composure, I walked back into the bedroom, to see him sitting at my desk. Booth was patiently waiting for me to choose a side to sleep. I can appreciate a man like this.
"I'll take the left, if you want the right?"
"Sure Bones, whatever, its your bed."
I pushed the covers back and slid in, only to feel the bed dip slightly when he climbed in. Laying on my right side, I was laying on the very edge of the bed. This was not a normal occurrence for me. I imagined Booth sleeping in my bed only when naked. From what I could feel, he was most likely facing me. I quickly turned over to find his brown eyes staring at me. If there was one thing about a new relationship that I was afraid of, it was this. How would we sleep together, but not actually "sleep" together?
"C'mon Bones, come here."
"Booth, I really need sleep. I am pushing almost 24 hours without sleep."
He pulled me from across the bed into the nook where his arm met his shoulder. Feeling his chest rise and fall gave me a sense of security. He was warm, and I found that my body could truly relax like this. I turned my body towards his and snuggled in.
"Seeley, I have dreamed about sleeping like this for a while. I am more than happy to stay just like this."
"Bones, having you here, like this, is more than I ever wanted in life. Just like this, I am most comfortable."
"Seel, this is much more than enough."
