IV.
Later that night Booth parked his big black FBI car in front of the little new bar Angela had discovered and declared her favorite place just a week ago. Even in the early evening hours the air was still hot, and his crispy white dress shirt started to stick almost uncomfortably to his chest.
When they had come home from Parker's school event, Brennan had informed him that she had to pick up something at the lab and, therefore, would meet him at the bar. Booth wondered what was going on in her mind, but over the years he had learned not to push her.
The idea of not arriving with her – his hand on her back, guiding her through the door and every eye in the room turning to the beautiful woman next to him – disappointed him somehow, but when he thought about his office party a few weeks ago, excitement won over disappointment.
Watching her enter a bar, fully aware that he would be the one leaving with her, ranked pretty high in his top ten Temperance Brennan fantasies. Old habits die hard.
Their friends were already gathered around a table in the corner, and the little crowd cheered, as he stepped into the bar. Booth smiled.
Their squints.
Over the years he had learned to love every single one of them – even the annoying teenage psychologist. Like he had told Bones so long ago, there was more than one kind of family. And here was his. Theirs.
"Charming boy, where's Brenn?"
Angela kissed his cheek softly, a smile playing around her full lips.
"Making a quick detour to the lab. She should be here any minute."
The artist's face fell in mocked anger.
"Booth, five years. You know how well those quick trips to the lab work."
Shrugging his shoulders in a gesture full of helplessness and apology, he turned around to greet Hodgins, Cam and the others.
When he outstretched his hand in Sweets' direction, the young man gasped, his eyes fixed to a spot somewhere behind Booth's shoulder. Simultaneously he heard a, "Wow," coming from Wendell, and Angela's jaw dropped several inches.
The hair on Booth's nape straightened up in alarm, and even before he had a chance to turn around, he felt an alluring presence washing over him, followed by a husky voice.
"Hi, everyone."
Something was different.
Shifting his head, Booth saw red. Literally. A red as hot as hellfire and the Caribbean sun sinking into the ocean. Where the red ended, creamy silkiness began, leading to sinfully high heels. Instantly, Booth was transported to a backroom boxing ring, blood and sweat in the air. Reaching her face, Booth froze in excitement. Her glossy lips where parted in a smug grin, dark shadowed eyes gleaming at him.
Roxy was back.
And she wanted to play.
"Brenn, you look wow!"
Angela had recovered first, and even if she was playing for a different team now, she could still appreciate the view. And her best friend in that sexy nothing of a dress was one hell of a view to be appreciated.
Brennan accepted the compliment with a smile, but her gaze never left her partner's.
Soon his lips curved, and he grabbed her hand to pull her closer.
Placing an almost chaste kiss next to her ear, he whispered.
"Bones, you know how to give me a heart attack."
By now she knew not to take him too literally at times, so she just grazed her damp lips over his cheekbone, whispering back,
"Shall I reanimate you?"
He chuckled and cleared his throat.
"What do you wanna drink?"
"Martini. Dry."
"Dry Martini it is. Take a seat, Babe, I'll be back in a minute."
Fetching her drink gave him some time to process the new situation. Whatever it was that Brennan and Parker had been talking about this afternoon, he was pretty convinced it had nothing to do with the things that occupied her mind right now.
The red dress hugged her body perfectly, and his mouth watered at the thought of it. Even during that undercover case so long ago her look had unsettled him, elicited a bold "hot" from his lips, but today he knew that her breasts felt as good as they looked, that her lips were just as kissable as they promised to be.
It was going to be a long night...
Approaching their table with her drink in his hand, Booth noticed that they were short of one chair. Finding an unoccupied one in the crowded bar seemed to be futile, so Booth decided to raise the bait.
Placing the Martini in front of Brennan, he whispered close to her auricle.
"You mind sharing that chair?"
Looking up at him under dark lashes, she shook her head and got up slowly, smoothing the wrinkles in her skirt.
"Not at all."
He took a seat, and the others were busy not to stare too obviously, as Brennan lowered herself to her partner's lap, her legs crossed somewhere between grace and challenge.
"Comfortable?"
"Very."
His hand rested in a possessive gesture on her upper thigh, drawing lazy circles with the thumb.
Soon Angela demanded her attention, and while Brennan answered her best friend, Booth reveled in the scent that soared out of her soft hair. He knew this woman by heart, her mind just as well as her body and the things that moved her, but her scent never failed to entice him.
Maybe because it always had, even back then when he was just the guy with the gun protecting her. He had always recognized the cocktail of expensive shower gel and nature-friendly detergent mingled with the unique note of her skin. It was the bouquet of Temperance Brennan, and some years ago it had stood for hopeless longing. Now it stood for love and the comfort of coming home to her at night, sharing a life with her. It stood for passion and a deep-rooted connection.
It stood for everything.
Every fiber in his body was hyper-aware of her proximity, and even when he picked up his conversation with Sweets, his focus remained on her. His restless thumb found the hem of her short dress, teasing her with slow caresses on silky fabric and equally silky skin.
It was feather-light, it was almost innocent, but Booth made sure to remind her what exactly she was wearing tonight.
As if she could forget.
Brennan had been aroused from the moment she had entered the bar – spotting her freshly shaven, good-looking partner – and sitting on his lap pushed her sensibility to new heights. He was muscles and strength underneath her, but at the same time the most comfortable seat one could wish. His arm – the one with the restless thumb – encircled her safely, and from time to time his cheek was brushing her hair.
Even though they were surrounded by their friends and she was talking to Angela at the moment, this could definitely count as foreplay.
Shifting slightly to reach for her glass, Brennan heard a soft gasp escaping his mouth, and when she resettled herself, she knew the reason why. The movement had brought her directly on top of him, and she could feel his swelling hardness between her buttocks.
He stilled her wriggling hips with a firm palm on her waist, and she leaned back until her spine made contact with his chest.
Hodgins chose that moment to come back with another round of drinks, and Booth was grateful for the distraction. Breathing deeply, he tried to regain some of his composure.
"Everything okay?"
Her voice was as thick as syrup, and he knew that she was fully aware what she was doing to him. 'Two can play the game,᾽ he thought.
Instead of gaining some space, he pressed her closer to his body, adding to the friction between them, and he was pretty satisfied with her sharp pant.
"Everything's just wonderful, Temperance."
His hot breath caressed her ear just as much as her given name.
"Are you still suffering because of the heat?"
She could almost fool him with her innocent tone.
"I'd say it's quite hot in here," the hint of a thrust from below, "but I'm nowhere near suffering."
"I'm glad. You wanna dance, then?"
Cam and Angela had already abandoned their seats to have fun on the small dance floor, and Booth nodded.
"Sounds great."
Leaving her place on his lap felt like a loss, but the prospect of a dance comforted Brennan's overheated body. She let Booth take her hand and followed him into the crowd.
The music was rhythmic and fast, but neither of them did complain. Soft tunes simply don't fit a one hundred degree summer.
Brennan was moving in sensual trance, encouraged by his eyes that were almost eating her up. She could feel his gaze caressing her, imprinting her, and when the music changed to another song, she heard him cheer. A second later her dazed brain registered the lyrics, and her blue eyes opened, meeting his brown ones in unguarded passion.
I'm hot blooded, check it and see – I got a fever of a hundred and three...
'This is our song,᾽ she thought, and the same realization was written all over his face. It had been the first time he had done more than his job to protect her – at least the first time that she knew about; the first time she had chosen him over someone else. The first time – after a brief glimpse of passion in a rainy night which didn't really count – that she had found comfort and safety in his strong arms.
He reached out to her, his arms wrapping around her hips and pulling her pelvis close to his own. Surrendering themselves to the rhythm and everything else that was flowing in the air between them, they moved in perfect synchrony, their bodies vibrating with the music.
Sweat was pooling between her breasts, running down her cleavage, and he watched the glistening droplets disappear with fascination. Bringing his head closer to her, he licked a spot right underneath her ear, enjoying her fresh, salty taste.
"Bones, remember that night in the backroom boxing ring?"
He felt her nod before she tilted her head to grant him better access to the skin of her neck.
"I wanted to win that fight for you. And then I wanted to take you back to our hotel. Alone."
"I would have let you," she murmured barely audible, but he heard her.
"What?"
"Oh, please. Of course, Booth. Do you have any idea how aroused I was that night? How hot for you?"
His hand traveled down her back, pulling her even closer.
"Really?"
"Oh, yes, believe me. That was a pretty unsatisfying night, alone with my own hands."
All those years, and her bluntness could still make him speechless.
"Did you think of me while you were touching yourself?"
"Yes. I fantasized about your pectoralis major and your biceps. And about some other parts of your anatomy I didn't know back then."
"Could I live up to your expectations?"
For a second his smug grin was replaced by something else, and her heart flew to him one more time.
Cupping his beloved face with her palm, she said,
"Oh, Booth, don't worry for a second about that. You set new standards."
His kiss was fierce and left her breathless.
"Have I ever told you that I didn't wear panties that night?"
Her words caught him off guard, and he had to swallow against the lump in his throat.
"You didn't?"
"Nope. And the insides of my thighs were damp all the time you were in that ring."
Instantly, he was hard again.
"Bones, tell me, are you wearing your full Roxy attire tonight?" Or the lack of thereof.
He could see it in her eyes even before she spoke.
"I am, Booth."
Leaning closer to her one more time, he whispered,
"And are your thighs damp?"
She shook her head.
"That's not for me to tell you, but for you to find out."
Tugging the tender flesh of her earlobe between his teeth, he gently bit her.
"You're mean."
She gasped and arched her back.
"No, Booth, I'm playing. Isn't that what you wanted to do this afternoon?"
"Damn woman always taking me too literal."
A smile tugged at her red lips.
"You love me for it."
Oh, he did. He loved her for her bluntness, her cluelessness, her weak moments and her stunning sexual self-confidence. That didn't mean she could not drive him nuts. But – even though he would never admit it – he loved her for that as well.
"You wanna go home, Bones?"
"Now? No way, Booth. I," her lips over his pulse point, "want," teeth grazing gently, "to," tongue licking boldly, "play."
The song ended, leaving both of them breathless and aroused, looking at each other with wide eyes.
Pressing a final kiss to her tempting mouth, he guided her back to the table where their friends and drinks were awaiting them.
She wanted to play? She would get her match.
In silent agreement they voted for a break, allowing themselves to cool down with another glass and easy conversation. Ignoring the meaningful glances of their friends, they took a seat on their chair again, but this time both of them behaved, reducing the tease to a minimum.
Listening to Cam's story of a date that didn't go so well, Brennan played with Booth's hand absentmindedly, thinking of her last date before Booth. It had been a disaster, but it had been part of an experiment which had finally led her into her partner's arms. She was pretty convinced that the poor guy – Jason? Jeremy? Jeremiah? – had never gotten a fair chance, but if she recalled the end of the night correctly, he wouldn't have deserved it anyways.
Dating Booth had been an epiphany, though, right from the beginning he had simply known her. Well, it didn't do any harm that he indeed knew her beforehand, she supposed. Realization hit her. Never again she'd have to go to another date, and she who had never missed an opportunity to rage against monogamous relationships in the past experienced a strange satisfaction at the thought.
Being committed to only one man wasn't that bad when the man was Seeley Booth. Not bad at all.
Warmth spread in her body, and the reason was not only his physical closeness.
Turning her head so that only he could hear her, she whispered,
"I love you, Booth."
His hand clenched around hers, and his other palm splayed out on her belly. Her love was a gift that he couldn't take for granted, and every time she said the words to him, a rush of pure and eternal affection consumed him.
"Love you right back, Baby."
Purring in contentment, she snuggled deeper into his body.
He placed a tender kiss on top of her head, and she closed her eyes in pleasure, so both of them missed the looks their friends gave each other. Only Seeley Booth and Temperance Brennan could change from smoldering hot to adorably cute and back in the blink of an eye. One should be used to it by now, but the intensity that surrounded the couple still amazed everyone who had the chance to observe them, even their closest friends.
Heads flew around when Booth grabbed his drink and Brennan opened her eyes again, everybody thankful for the ability to start a conversation out of the clear blue sky.
Shifting her hips in an attempt to find a new position, Brennan could hear his low growl again. She smiled. The break was over. Bending forwards to reach for her own glass, she made sure to press her rear end deeper into his lap, and soon she could feel him anew.
Slowly he rocked into her from below, causing her short dress to ride up somehow.
Booth could swear that he was able to feel her heat through his trousers, and her panties comment came back to his mind. 'Yeah, as if it had ever left it in the first place,᾽ he thought.
Determined to unsettle her just as much as she was unsettling him, his fingers began to play with the soft hair on her nape, knowing exactly how sensitive that spot was.
She leaned into his touch, simply enjoying the feeling and forgetting her seduction for one moment. His lips on her shoulder blade brought her back on track. Widening her legs just an inch – only until she could feel him between the valley of her thighs – she moved her pelvis in a circle that would have appeared coincidentally to any observer's eye. Safe that it wasn't, and Booth knew it.
His body remembered him of the lushness of her flesh, the perfect feeling of being inside of her. The demand was too strong to ignore.
"You wanna dance again?"
Looking at him in surprise, she nodded, and he took her hand one more time, but instead of leading her to the dance floor, he merely circled it, heading towards the back entrance of the bar.
A few moments later they found themselves in an empty alley, the mild night air warm on their faces.
After a breathless moment his lips crushed onto hers, and the second she allowed his tongue entrance into her mouth, he already had his hand under her dress and between her legs, feeling her up.
She was wet and soft and tight. He stroked her mercilessly until she almost whimpered and broke the contact to open his fly. In an instant he was hot and hard in her hand, his plump head damp with excitement.
She circled him with her thumb, gently spreading his fluids all over his length, then gripping him tightly, just like she knew he preferred it.
His mouth was at her throat, licking and nibbling.
"Bones, I won't make you come right now."
A sound of protest fell from her lips, already swollen and red.
"It's your game, Babe, and I have every intention to play it. I will use every chance to kiss you, lick you, touch you tonight, but I won't make you come until we are at home."
She stilled her movements, looking at him with wide eyes, and he lifted her in one swift motion, sliding into her.
A moan left her throat, as her head fell onto his shoulder, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically. She didn't bother to steady herself; after all those months with Booth she knew perfectly well that he was able to carry her and have his way with her however it pleased him.
It made her weak and sent a stream of wetness to her core.
He was filling her so perfectly, moving thick and hard inside of her. His palms cupped her ass, supporting her weight, as he raised her a few inches just to slam back home.
The friction was sweet and overwhelming, and she felt her inner muscles gripping him tighter.
He didn't want to make her come? Hell, she had no intention to obey him.
Unfortunately, he knew her body just as good as she did, and one powerful stroke later, he loosened his hold on her until he slipped out of her.
His proud manhood was dark and glistening with her fluids, and Brennan whimpered faced with the hollowness inside of her.
After cleaning himself with a tissue, Booth rearranged his clothes, restraining his painful arousal again.
Sanity was yelling at him, but he found himself oddly excited by this turn in their game.
A moment later he dropped to his knees, grabbing her narrow hips with his hands. She was still dripping wet and throbbing, so he brought his mouth between her thighs, gently lapping her up. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place, as she opened her legs as wide as possible.
She knew that he was merely cleaning than arousing her, but she didn't care, the achingly familiar feeling of his tongue on her too good.
He entered her briefly with his tongue, almost pressing his face into her, and if he hadn't held her so safely, her legs would have given way.
Then he stopped, and she almost cried.
He pulled down her dress very gently, smoothing it, and when he tugged her into his arms, she felt like slapping him. Every inch of her was burning, screaming for more.
Raising her head, she was caught by his dark coal eyes, unable to look away. Electricity was cracking in the air between them, and some more wetness was gathering between her weak legs.
"Oh, Booth... I want you so damn much."
He traced her cheek with his thumb.
"And just imagine how much you are going to want me at the end of the night."
Searching her lips for another deep kiss, he pulled this woman he loved so much even tighter into his arms, enveloping her completely with his body and his desire.
"You wanna dance now?"
She nodded and followed him on wobbly legs inside. Playing with Booth was dangerous, and Brennan had to admit that she hadn't thought this through.
Back on the dance floor, he drew her close to him, simply ignoring the fast beat of the music. Three songs later his breathing was less labored, the throbbing of his member just a mild reminder.
Lifting his head from its place on top of hers, he looked at Brennan fully. Her cheeks were flushed, but otherwise she seemed to have regained some control.
Smiling wickedly, he brought his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"I can still smell you, Babe."
Something in her eyes snapped, and she accepted his challenge by lowering her head, closing her lips around his digit. He could feel the raspy length of her tongue, and his eyes widened in amazement.
Releasing him with a "Plop", she tilted her head to meet his eyes.
"And I could taste myself."
Within a heartbeat his hands were in her hair and his lips on hers, kissing her feverishly. Tasting the saltiness of her own arousal on her tongue made him nearly lose his mind, and he almost crushed her with the force of his embrace.
Sometimes he had serious trouble keeping his control around her.
Brennan smiled into his mouth. She loved his roughness, loved it when he lost his iron hard restraint. He was always so terrified to hurt her in situations like this, but he never had and never would. She trusted him with all her heart.
Breaking apart a few moments later, both of them were panting heavily. He smoothed her rumpled strands with his big palms, tucking a curl behind her ear, and she looked up at him with warm, glistening eyes.
Just a few minutes ago her whole body had been humming with longing and arousal, but right now she was consumed by pure tenderness. This was different from everything she had experienced with other men in the past. Being with Booth was special.
They were special.
"You wanna go back to the others?"
Leaning in for a soft kiss, she whispered,
"Most of all I want to be alone with you, but if that isn't an option, let's go back to our friends."
This time he followed her, his hand never leaving its place on the small of her back, almost burning her.
It seemed as if the others hadn't been able to defend their chairs, so they all opted for standing around a little bar table in the corner. The place had gotten even more crowded, and the air was vibrating with laughter.
Bracing one elbow on the tabletop, Booth wrapped his other arm around Brennan's waist leisurely, pulling her into his side. Her hand came around his back, resting on his hipbone, and she enjoyed this public display of affection. It pleased her deeply to show everyone that she belonged to this strong and good man standing beside her.
More empty glasses were gathered around them, and it seemed as if the others were streets ahead of Booth and Brennan. Sweets' pronunciation was nowhere near clear anymore, and Hodgins and Angela seemed to be lost in their own little world. Cam and Wendell were exchanging stories about their families, and nobody really paid attention to Booth and Brennan.
After a peaceful minute of silence between them, Booth lowered his lips to her collarbone, gently licking the exposed skin there, just because. Her fingers on his hip pressed into his flesh, trying to feel more of him.
He kept his suction light and tender – he hated marking her flesh where someone else could see it. This was a pleasure reserved for her more private parts where only the two of them would know about.
Her body was riding a roller coaster, bathing in his affection just as much as in his approaches. Right now she was back at being aroused, and her belly ached almost painfully at every flicker of his raspy tongue over her. Her nipples were pressing hard against the silky fabric of her dress, and she inhaled deeply, as she felt more moisture at the juncture of her legs.
Pressing her thighs together, she shifted her position in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but his mouth followed her and she was helpless against the onslaught of sensations.
The memory of him moving insides of her filled her senses, and part of her whined one more time that he hadn't allowed her to finish it.
Well, he hadn't allowed himself to finish it, either, she remembered with a wicked smile. Turning her head until her lips touched his ear, she whispered huskily,
"Booth, now my thighs are damp again."
A gentle nip of his teeth was the only indicator that he had heard her.
"I can still feel you, Booth. Hard and hot. So deep inside of me. Can you feel me as well?"
He groaned against her flesh.
"I want to spread my legs for you. I'm so wet... Do you want me under you or on top of you?"
His mouth abandoned her shoulder, moving to her auricle.
"I want you from behind. I want to see your perfect ass in my hands before I plunge into you."
She gasped softly.
"Oh, yes."
"I want to touch you all the while I fuck you from behind."
Her tongue found his earlobe.
"You always make me come so fast when you do that."
"I will make you come twice, Bones. One time just with my hands until you beg me to take you. Then you will come hard all around me."
This wasn't the first time he used very explicit words to tell her what exactly he planned to do to her, but it never failed to excite her. Brennan had spent years in the erroneous assumption her partner might be inhibited and prudish. It had been a pleasure to find out how wrong she had been about Seeley Booth. He had taught her the difference between shy and private in a way she would never ever forget.
Turning around, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, following the urge to be close to him. His arms locked behind her, stroking her back in a gesture full of possessiveness and love.
"Booth, please, take me home. I need to be alone with you."
He had no strength to disagree anymore, and five minutes later they had said their goodbyes and left the bar.
-BONES-
It was still warm, but for the first time in days the temperature wasn't stifling anymore, so the two of them dismissed the idea to take his car or a cab and decided to walk the fifteen minutes to their apartment.
Arm in arm they made it through the summer night streets, enjoying each other's company.
"What about your feet, Bones? Are you okay with walking in these shoes?"
She nodded, snuggling closer against his side.
"I'm fine. It's not that far."
He placed a kiss onto her hairline.
"Part of me hates the fact that you tend to wear shoes that aren't comfortable."
"And the other part?"
"Well, I'm not proud of it, but that one can't stop staring at your legs."
She smiled.
"I like that. You always make me feel so desirable."
"That would be because you are. Beautiful, irresistible, simply wonderful," he stated in earnest.
Suddenly, he needed to kiss her, so he stopped and drew her into his arms. She met him without hesitation, and his lips found her soft ones, relishing the incredible feeling of kissing her. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she held onto him while he deepened the kiss.
When they broke apart, his eyes were glistening dark in the moonlight.
"By this rate we'll never make it home."
"Well, you started kissing me."
"You didn't complain."
"I'm not that crazy, Booth."
He chuckled, setting himself in motion again.
"We're awfully lucky, Bones, aren't we? This has been a wonderful day."
"I had fun as well. Our friends are quite amusing, and I enjoyed spending time with Parker this afternoon."
"You won't tell me what you discussed with him, will you?"
She paused, thinking about his request.
"Not yet, if that's okay for you. But he said some pretty nice things."
"I don't doubt that for a second. He adores you."
"So do I, Booth. He's a wonderful kid."
Booth smiled, thinking about his two favorite people.
"I have to repeat myself, we're awfully lucky. You make me so happy."
"Just as happy as you make me. I'm so glad that we did not miss our chance."
He laughed wholeheartedly.
"That wouldn't have happened. Some things are meant to be."
"And we are?"
"Yes, we are. Still comfortable in those heels?"
"Hmm... almost."
He chuckled.
"Five more minutes, and you can remove them."
Looking up at him with bright blue eyes, she said,
"I can't wait for that."
"Do you still want me as much as you wanted me in that alley?"
Unsure if it was a rhetorical question or if he could really doubt her, she stopped him, flinging her arms around his neck.
"Oh, yes. With everything I have. I cannot wait for you to have your way with me."
His hand wandered to her ass, squeezing her gently.
"Oh, Babe... Sometimes it scares me how easily I can lose my mind around you."
"Be sure, I wouldn't want it any other way."
They shared a sweet smile full of affection and promises. He lowered his lips to her ear, gently sucking the sensitive lobe into his mouth. A little whimper left her lips.
Breaking the contact, Booth tried to clear his head.
"We really have to get home."
-BONES-
Five minutes later she tried to open their door, his form pressed to her back. The last blocks had been full of stolen kisses and passionate whispers, and by now Brennan was quite desperate to get her key into the lock.
She could feel him grinding into her from behind, his palms on her hips, holding her close. He was hard where his body made contact with hers, and shivers of anticipation were rolling down her spine.
His hand moved upwards, diving into her cleavage, searching for her bra-less breast and kneading her gently. Pinching her nipple with his forefinger and thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to make her forget everything else. Regardless if she opened the door or not, he would have her naked in no time, she was certain about it.
Just when a particularly strong tug of his playing fingers sent a wave of heat right to her core, the key miraculously turned and the door flew open, allowing them to stumble into the privacy of their apartment.
Immediately, he spun her around and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around him, causing her red dress to ride up her thighs.
She felt the prominent bulge in his pants and rubbed herself greedily against his hardness. A sigh left her lips, but he kissed it away. Booth carried her straight into their living room and to their table.
Without further ado he lowered her, and Brennan allowed herself to lay back for a moment, granting herself the pleasure to feel his rough hands slid down her legs.
"Roxy, huh?"
She laughed huskily, lolling on the table. Then his hands on her were gone, but before she could protest, she heard the rustling of clothes and the metallic clang as his belt buckle was loosened.
Cracking an eye open, she was rewarded with golden skin and gorgeously naked Booth.
"You're so beautiful."
"No, Bones. I may be handsome, attractive, male, but not beautiful."
She shrugged, and it looked quite adorable on her, all spread out on the table before him.
"But you are. I cannot help it. The way your skin glows so warm in the dim light. The play of your muscles. The strength you emanate. Simply beautiful."
Her gaze fell down to a particularly outstanding part of his body.
"But of course you are hot and male as well."
"Nice save. Get up."
A mix of puzzlement and hesitation flickered over her face.
"Huh?"
"Get up."
His voice was dark and dangerous, and she felt a thrill as she obeyed, carefully standing on wobbly legs.
"Good. Now lower the straps of your dress."
Understanding dawned on her, and eager to please him, she lowered first one and then the other strap until the flimsy material slipped down her upper arms, revealing more than only the swell of her breasts.
In a gesture known to women since the beginning of time, she arched her back. The movement lifted her chest a few inches, and his hungry eyes made her weak in her knees.
"You like?"
"You know that I do. I can't wait to get my hands on you until you scream my name."
"So... what are you waiting for?"
She saw him throbbing in response, but the game wasn't over yet.
"I'm waiting for you to lift your dress. Just a bit so that I can see you."
She gasped, but her hands found their way to the hem of her dress, unable to deny him what he demanded.
It was almost obscene how sexy she looked with her exposed breasts, her creamy skin a sharp contrast to the sinful red color of her garment. Her legs were shyly closed, but he could see her dampness, her desire, where the dress had given way to his gaze.
"You look like a fucking wet dream, Bones. Open your legs for me. Please."
Her eyes fell shut, but she did like he had asked, spreading her legs slightly until she could feel the cool air between her thighs. She heard footsteps, and then the heat of his body was mingling with her own.
"Look at me, Babe."
Her eyelids flew open, and Booth was greeted by glistening deep azure. Nowhere near shy anymore, she tilted her head and held his stare.
He brought his forefinger to her lips, gently tracing them before grazing down her throat to her chest, taking his time to circle her sensitive nipple. The bud tightened, and he felt proud at her body's reaction.
'It's me. I'm doing this to her,᾽ his body sang.
"You are so perfect."
His other hand came between her legs, gently touching her folds with his knuckles.
"Booth..."
"No, take it, Babe. I'm crazy about you."
She smiled sweetly, and his heart almost burst with love for her.
He pulled her to his body for a deep and urgent kiss while his finger finally sank into her. Her moan vibrated against his tongue, and he drank it ravenously.
In an attempt to steady herself, Brennan tried to grab his arms, but he was faster, twisting her until she could grip the table for support.
Within a heartbeat his fingers were back between her legs, stroking and teasing. His other arm came around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest from behind.
Her head fell back to his shoulder, and immediately his teeth nipped her neck, gently biting her.
"Ohhh..."
"Yeah?"
"Hmm... Sorry, Booth, I didn't mean to drive you crazy tonight," she mumbled.
"Well, I did."
A second finger was added to the first, and his thumb rubbed her swollen clit lightly.
"Yes!"
It left her lips on a pant, and he smiled wickedly.
"You like?"
"You know that I do. Time for you to make me scream your name?"
"You can bet on that."
He rocked against her from behind, and she could feel his swollen member between her buttocks, hitting her entrance from behind.
"Take me, Booth."
Bending his head, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
"Not yet. I made a promise. My fingers first."
A third one joined in the game, stretching her deliciously. Pressure was building low in her belly, and she could hear smacking noises while his fingers dove in and out of her heat.
It was ridiculous how wet she was for this man. How much he could excite and arouse her, even after all these months. How hard she fell apart in his arms. Every fucking single time. Her only consolation – aside from deep satisfaction of course – was that she seemed to have a similar effect on him.
His hand found her breast again, and this time he kneaded her almost roughly in exact the same rhythm he used to caress her rock-hard bundle of nerves.
Fire flickered from her chest to her center and right back until every cell of her body was burning.
A scream left her mouth as she thrust her head back, showering his face with the soft curtain of her hair. Booth felt her spasms around his fingers, her muscles drawing him deeper into her hot body. Tightening his hold on her, he twirled his knuckles a final time to prolong her pleasure.
Then she went pliant in his arms, panting heavily.
"Oh... wow... amazing."
He lowered her gently to the table, following her until he could spoon her from behind in a protective embrace.
"Yes, amazing."
Allowing her a few minutes to wind down, he caressed her hips in slow patterns, kissing her shoulder blade every once in a while. Reducing Temperance Brennan to a speechless puddle of satisfaction was one of his favorite things to do. Her passion and her trust never failed to amaze him. He had seen glimpses of it in her right from the beginning, but it had been hidden underneath fear and professionalism. Over the years she had opened herself to him, allowing him to get close to the real her.
Once she had asked him if he would betray her as well. Abandon her like all the others. He never could. He had needed her brain to challenge him, her perspective to get his own right. He had needed to hear her laughter every day. Since their intimate relationship had started, Booth discovered new things he needed on a daily base.
Her smile first thing in the morning. Her vegetables next to his real food in the fridge. The unrestrained passion she gave him with her body and her heart.
He plain needed her.
When he was sure that she wasn't too sensitive anymore, his hand wandered from her hips to the insides of her thighs again, skimming over her. She was still so tempting wet.
Feeling his fingers against her anew, she groaned in response.
"Ready for more?" he whispered.
"Whatever you want," came her drowsy reply.
"I want you."
"You have me. It's all yours."
'Yes, mine.᾽
Lifting the skirt of her dress, he cupped her ass with his hands, kneading the muscular flesh.
'All mine.᾽
With a low sigh he aligned himself and connected them in one powerful stroke. He slid into her easily, and her warm tunnel welcomed him like a glove only made for him.
'Mine, mine, mine.᾽
"Oh, yes. If you stop again I'd have to kill you, Booth."
He tried a chuckle, but the feeling of being inside of her was too overwhelming.
"No... chance."
His hand clutched her hips, and Brennan braced her upper body on the table to accommodate him better.
So good. So freaking perfect.
This angle wasn't made for deep penetration, but with him lying half on top of her, Brennan felt as if Booth was everywhere in and around her.
He set a fast rhythm that matched her own desire, and she met him thrust for thrust. Sweat was pooling between them, adding to the friction. Opening her legs as wide as possible, she felt him harden inside of her even more.
Considering that they had been all over each other the whole evening, it was a miracle that he hadn't come at the first touch, but Booth was convinced that he couldn't last much longer. Nevertheless, he needed her to come with him.
One hand left her hip to cup her sex, and he rubbed her curls with his flat palm, delighted about the moisture he found.
A fog made out of lust and need clouded his brain. Her soft body so open for him, the musky scent of her arousal, the sweet whimpers flying from her lips.
"So... close... You?"
"Yes, yes. Harder... Booth..."
Her knuckles white where she clutched the table, his fingernails possibly leaving marks in the skin of her hip, her center grinding against his palm, her muscles... contracting around him. Oh, thank God.
The moment her inner walls squeezed him, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and with a deep growl he spilled himself into her body, his face buried in her hair. She was moaning with him, her muscles milking him, taking everything he had to give until he collapsed on top of her.
He stilled, his fingers interlacing with hers, their labored breathing the only sound in the air.
"Am I too heavy?"
She shook her head weakly, and he licked her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.
"I love you."
She murmured incoherent noises in response, and he smiled against her shoulder. Post-orgasm Temperance Brennan was possibly his favorite one.
After five minutes or an hour – he had lost track of time in the haze of satisfaction – he found the strength to lift himself from her languid body. Her hair was seriously mussed, her make-up smeared, and Booth looked at her in awe, filing the picture away in the Temperance-Brennan's-one-million-shades-of-beauty-corner in his brain. Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her into their bathroom.
Immediately, her head fell into the crook of his neck, and she snuggled deeper into his body. The former Temperance Brennan never would have allowed a man to carry her around in post-coital chivalry, but Seeley Booth's girlfriend had learned to appreciate being loved and cared for.
Without switching the activity button in her brain back to "on", she let him take care of their shower, and fifteen minutes later she was clad in soft shorts and a top, cuddling against him in their bed.
He smelled like lavender – or maybe it was her – and she knew that his arms were the only place where she wanted to be for the rest of her life. Before she drifted to sleep, the conversation with Parker crossed her mind one more time.
Yes, Booth was her family, and she already looked forward to waking up next to him in the light of a new morning.