"Hmm," Booth muttered as he scratched his five o'clock shadow of a beard.
"Maybe, when we went undercover," he drawed out as he felt her hand plop down on his tightness elicting a moan from him.
"Which time?" she remarked, her curiousty piqued as she withdrew her hand and stroked his gruff.
"The first time. I was Tony the bare-knuckled boxer and you were Roxy. You were so amazing, so sexy. I couldn't take my eyes off you. And now you are mine. All mine," he grinned.
"That was fun," she remarked with a sly grin.
Booth beamed at her as he took her hands in his. His lips were on hers in moment as he pinned her helplessly against the couch, her hand pinned beside her. Her scent was ubiquitous as it set him at ease. He noticed the sadness lingering on her face as she attempted to hide the tears that stained those cheeks and threatened her carefree smile.
Memories of her love for him were omnipresent. Inside her she felt horrid. The confession had taken everything out of her. Dredging up old memories brought real and fresh pain. But she wouldn't let him see, she felt she needed to show him she loved him. Her demeanor was amorous yet Booth knew how she felt. He did not want to sleep with her while she was in such a fragile state.
His lips gently brushed hers, his mind craved her mind, but how his body lustfully longed for hers. How his manhood was erects as her fingers rubbed his biceps and ran circles arounbd him. Booth pulled apart realizing he had lost his shirt somwhere in the swarm of passion and love filled playfulness. Booth could hear her pant as her fingers interlocked with his. He was enamored by her. He craved her muscular legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he teased the taught skin around her stomach. He knew he loved her. It was a sin, but he could not enjoy it anymore.
"I'm sorry Booth," Bones sobbed into his cheast. "What could you possibly be sorry for," Booth begged of her hoping she wouldn't regret the past twenty four hours with him. "I can't do it. Not now," she sobbed, burrying her face in his muscular arms. Booth grinned his sexy little grin as he held her close. "I'm here," he whispered as he held her frame tighter. She spoke no words for hours as she cried into him. And he sat there rocking her body as he held her tight promising her he wasn't mad.
Booth caught sight of the clock and it was well past midnight when she had relaxed and the tears ceased. "Want me to go so you can get sleep," Booth asked not letting her go until she said it was okay. "No...I need you," Brennan pleaded. "I'm here Bones," he whispered before getting up and getting his shirt on. He promised Bones some dinner, but she wouldn't let him leave. "I'll order us Chinese," he promised before disappearing into the kitchen.
As she lay there, Bones knew he was enamored by her, but she had her reservations. When Booth returned forty minutes later, he carried with him her food and his. She grinned knowing just a look could say much more to him than words. "So, how is the Jarred thing going," Bones asked between mouthfuls of rice. "He is out by the end of the week. I can not have him around my son," Booth declared setting aside his untouched food. Truth was he was exhausted, but he put on a facade so he soothe her.
Bones finished eating and then wrapped herself in a comforter and then in Booth's loving arms. "Are you okay Bones," Booth begged as he heard tears fall. "Fine," she replied blinking back tears. Sensing her aprehension he held her tightly. "I won't ever leave you Tempe," he promised kissing her forehead. She didn't believe in love or forever, but this sexy FBI agent seemed to make her doubt her beliefs. She chuckled softly as she squirmed beside him, allowing her lips to brush against his in a loving gesture. She saw the love in his eyes and a happiness she had seen so long ago flash back to his face.
It was now five in the morning and Booth was still awake. He had half an hour left before his morning started. But the weight beside his body, made him apprehensive about getting up for a morning work out. She had released him, but he still held her close. Her hair was a mess, she snored softly and looked a wreck, but to him she could not look more beautiful than she did at that moment. Booth waited until six o'clock before sliding out of bed. Functioning on no sleep, he quietly left the apartment for a morning jog, his cellphone in his pocket in case she needed him. But as he blasted past the morning runners he realized he needed her more than she him. By seven Booth was showered and began frying eggs and sausage for breakfast as he began to get started on his Big Gulp sized morning coffee. At seven thirty he began to eat preparing to head to work. Just as he finished his morning breakfast Bones awoke and came into the kitchen with nothing but a wet towel clung to her slender frame.
"HI Booth," she smiled as her figure disappeared back into her bedroom. "Bones, I have some paper work to fill out, but I made you breakfast," Booth retorted sleepily before standing up. "Thank you," she replied re-emerging dressed for the day in a black top that hugged her body tight and a pair of dressy jeans. Booth stepped across the room closing the gap between them. "You look ravishing," he replied kissing her lightly. "I am going to request off from Cam. Until things calm down," Bones replied. Booth nodded hoping the best for her.