Disclaimer: I don't own Bones /sigh wish I did but they belong to Hart Hanson and Fox. I do however own Legates and his unit /wiggles eyebrows.
Yenyen76: Bwuahahahaha like I said get used to it with story. Many more giggles to come =D
Silver Maker: Yeah I couldn't resist having him all disheveled. Is it me or is there something hot about a guy that's all messed up after a good romp? ) Well maybe we'll find some sort of light. If for nothing else than to join you in your cave ;-P We had a lovely discussion about snot the other day on twitter LOL
ArielBrennan: Me neither. Love spicy but hate hot spicy. No, no Booth. Legates and his unit are the old Rangers ;-). They've been in for eight years and Ranger training is only 61 days =P.
Jenheir1: Hahaha that is an interesting question. I think that people will be surprised with the answer about Romero ;-).
Angelbach: Yeah I loved Sid and he will be missed. RIP Heavy D. I gave up on figuring out how men think. My husband helped me get the men right and he had fun doing it.
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Chapter 34 - Setting the Rhythm - SMUT FREE
On his way past the counter, Legates took the cups from the cup holder and carried them around the corner to the bed where Michelle was sitting. He looked at the top of the cups but they both looked the same. He held them out to her and she took one. Pulling the lid off, she delicately sniffed then put the lid back on it.
Holding it out, she gave him the cup she had with one hand and took the other cup with her other hand. Shrugging, Legates sat down and stuck a straw in the cup and tried to suck some up in the straw. Michelle laughed when his cheeks sank in and his face turned red with effort. He shook his head and set the cup to the side. He peered over to where she was sitting.
"Whaddya get me?" He asked, leaning to the left then the right trying to see.
Michelle laughed at his antics and reached into the bag. Pulling out the container, she handed it to him. He flipped the lid open and almost drooled all over himself. A huge burger with cheese, bacon, lettuce, tomato, onions and every condiment on the planet sat in front of him.
"You love me don't you?" He asked, picking up the burger and taking a huge bite.
"Excuse me?" Michelle said, choking on her french fry.
"You have to love me if you ordered me this cheeseburger," he informed her.
"Um," she said, not sure what to say.
He realized that she didn't know he was teasing her. He shook his head and laughed. Setting the cheeseburger down, he reached over and squeezed her thigh.
"I was teasing you. Neither of us would be ready for anything like that. We'll see what the future brings," he said, lightly squeezing. Michelle nodded and let out a huge sigh.
"Now, eat then we'll see what happens after that," he said with a leer.
"You just want me for my burger," she said, sniffing.
"Nope, I just want you for your body don't ever doubt it," he said, laughing. She reached over and smacked his arm.
"Pig," she said, taking a huge bite of her own burger.
"If I'm a pig what would that make you?" He asked her before taking another bite of his burger.
"A lady," she said, sniffing.
"Who's into bestiality?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow and a grin. She glared at him then laughed at him.
"No," she huffed.
"So then if I'm a pig what are you?" He asked again, enjoying teasing her way to much.
"A pig," she muttered.
"A sow," he corrected.
"Excuse me?" She said, looking up at him with a frown.
"A female pig is called a sow," he told her.
She glared at him and took another bite of her burger.
"So we're cannibals then?" She said, chewing slowly to let him think on her words. He peeled back his bun looked at the bacon then let the bun close again.
"Mmmm...unexplained bacon," he said, shrugging then taking another bite.
She choked on her french fry and clapped her hand over her mouth to keep from spraying her food from her mouth. Swallowing frantically, she finally got the fry down. He sat smirking at her.
"Did you just Homer Simpson me?" She asked, picking up her milkshake. He watched her wrap her lips around the straw and groaned.
"Yes, I did," he muttered, looking down at his container. Setting his burger down, he picked up his own milkshake, hoping to cool something, anything down.
"You know, you are going to have to get used to me putting things in my mouth. I mean I eat and drink and I'm not giving up straws because you go rock hard when I use one," she told him.
He choked on the milkshake that was in his mouth and felt it burn through his nostrils. He pinched his nostrils together and she watched as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. She reached in the bag and handed him a napkin.
"Are you alright, Honey? That looked like it burned," she said, eating a french fry.
He pseudo glared at her and swallowed trying not to think about where the liquid he was swallowing had just been.
"You CAN NOT give me a mind blowing blow job then expect me not to think about it when you put things like straws, french fries, fingers, hell anything that could even remotely be considered phallic shaped in your mouth," he said hoarsely.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes flew wide.
"Wha?" She said in stunned amazement. Shaking her head, she shook a finger at him.
"Not nice to make fun of me while pretending to be nice," she said grumpily. He let out a sigh, leaned back from his burger container and rested his back on the wall.
"Let's get a few things straight. First off, I'm not big on the lying thing. Second off, if I didn't like what you were doing I would have found a nice way of telling you. I would never make fun of you for things that happen between us in bed unless you think it's a joke also. For instance if you were on top and every time you came down on me I slammed my head into the headboard or wall. That would be funny and completely acceptable to tease me about. Teasing about someone's oral skills would be off limits," he said, lacing his fingers together and putting them on his stomach.
"Don't get authoritative on me about this. This was not laid out in the rules of the bedroom. So I'm running on what little bit of past experience I have, OKAY?" She said, glaring at him holding back tears. She felt like she'd just been lectured for doing something she had no idea was wrong.
"Jeez, Michelle," Legates said, leaning forward and moving the containers out of his way. Scooting towards her, he pulled her up against him.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to be mean just trying to let you know," he said soothingly.
She threw her burger down in the container and flipped it closed. She shrugged and looked down at the bed. Legates let out a sigh and turned her so she was chest to chest with him. Laying down, he pulled her on top of him. Pushing her hair back from her face, he placed a kiss on her lips.
"I wasn't trying to be mean. I was twying...swhit," he mumbled as his lips started to swell a little from the hot sauce on her lips.
She looked at him then started laughing. He let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling. She reached over and picked up his milk shake. Lifting the lid off the cup, she dipped her finger in it and smeared some on his lips. Then got up and walked to the bathroom. He sat up and kept the lid off the cup and gulped down some shake.
She came out sucking her teeth and stood at the end of the bed. He held out his hand, she put her hand in his and crawled up towards him. He pulled her so she was in basically the same position but sitting a little more upright.
"Let's try this again," he said, chuckling.
"I wasn't trying to be mean. What I was trying to do was get you to understand that I don't say things for no reason. If I'm telling you that it was the best I've had then you can bet your bottom dollar that it was the best I've had. I wouldn't lie to you about that," he said, holding her face between his hands and looking into her eyes. She blew out a breath and nodded.
"Okay, so lets get this out of the way. What the hell was that tongue thing you did?" He asked, smirking at her. She looked at him, her brow scrunched in confusion.
"Which tongue thing? I did a lot of things with my tongue," she said.
"Were I to guess I'd say it was kind like licking me with several parts of your tongue at one time," he said, trying to describe the feeling. Her eyes lit up and she grinned. Sticking her tongue out, she rippled it at him.
"That, right there," he said, pulling one hand from her face and pointing. She shrugged and leaned her face into the hand that was holding it.
"I've always been able to do it. My dad couldn't so I'm assuming that my mom could," she said.
"Any other nice genetic traits I should know about?" He asked, grinning at her.
She stuck out her tongue and folded into four ridges. His mouth fell open and he jerked his head back.
"Holy shit. Now you can do this stuff with your tongue and they told you..." he trailed off to silence.
Shaking his head, he eyed her then poked her tongue. She yanked her tongue back in her mouth and he dropped a kiss on her lips. She pecked his lips then dropped her head to his chest.
"Their loss. You're mine now," he said smugly.
"Is that so?" She asked him in a demanding tone.
"Yep," he said. She chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"Hmm that road goes both ways. If I'm yours then you're mine," she said just as smugly.
"That's a big ole duh," he said, laughing. She giggled and he looked down at her.
"What are you giggling about?" He asked her, imitating Spock.
"Oh man, I can't believe your lips started to swell from the hot sauce," she said, still giggling. He swatted her butt.
"That was really not funny. A little on the painful side to be honest," he told her.
"Awww, I'm sorry, Honey, I'll try to be more careful," she promised.
"I'm sure Martinez will find that funny as all get out," he muttered. Michelle giggled again and ran her hand down his arm.
"We won't tell him," she said quietly. He started laughing and shook his head.
"Your nuts you know that?" He asked her still laughing.
"So I've been told," she informed him. He chuckled and squeezed the cheek he'd just swatted.
"Are you finished with the hot sauce? I really have to return it to Martinez, he's kind of protective over his hot sauce," Legates said.
"Mmmhmm," she replied.
He rolled onto his side, depositing her on the bed. She grabbed his pillow and jammed it under her head. He let out a sigh and put his hands on his hips.
"Okay, note to self, buy more pillows," he grumbled.
Turning on his heel, he picked up the bottle of hot sauce and headed out the door. He walked quickly down the hallway and up the stairs. Stopping in front of Martinez's door, he knocked.
"Come in," Martinez yelled. Legates opened the door and walked just inside the room. He held up the bottle and shook it at him.
"Set it on the counter," Martinez told him.
"What are you playing?" Legates asked, looking at the TV screen.
"Modern Warfare 3, want to play?" Martinez offered with a grin.
"No, I have much much better things to do," Legates said, grinning. Spinning on his heel, Legates retreated to the door.
"Kicking your roommate out so you can clean your rifle ain't more fun," Martinez said, smirking at Legates. Legates laughed and let his head fall back.
"Actually, I'll be going and getting laid," Legates shot back before slipping out the door. He could hear Martinez sputtering as the door closed behind him. He walked down the hall and into the stairwell.
Rogers was coming up towards him and he mentally sighed.
"Corporal, I heard you got orders," she said, still climbing the stairs.
"Yes, Sergeant, I did," he said politely.
"Shouldn't you be packing?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It'll be done," he said.
"Then where are you off to in such a hurry?" She asked with a hint of curiosity.
"Going to get the best send off I've had in a good long while," he said, moving down the steps.
He heard her grunt then swing the door open with a thump. He smirked, there wasn't shit she could do about it and it was pissing her off. He reached his floor and entered the hallway. He found a crowd hanging in the hallway and rolled his eyes. They whistled and catcalled as he walked by.
"Come on guys," Legates muttered.
"Oh no, Corporal Legates, she's been down there singing. I think she's practicing for something else," Wilson said, grinning at Legates.
Legates sighed and shook his head. As he approached the door, he heard a pounding thump coming from his room. His eyebrow rose since he knew that was neither he or Techie's music. Romero opened his door.
"Hey, asshole, when you leave your room turn your music off. This ain't a dance club," Romero bitched at him.
Legates smiled and opened the door to his room. He paused, slipped into his room and shut the door in Romero's face. The men leaning in the hallway hooted and whistled. Romero turned and scowled at them. Michelle was completely involved in the music, swinging her hips, and singing. He watched and grinned at her having fun.
He was going to have so much fun with this. He snuck up behind her, got right behind her, and grabbed her hips. She jumped until she found a rather large man swinging his hips with hers, his interested attachment pressed firmly against her butt. Leaning back, she pressed her back into his chest and continued to move.
Reaching her hand up behind her, she cupped his neck as she continued moving. Legates had a new respect for grinding, sure he'd seen it but never had inclination to participate. He'd have to rethink those inclinations. The song came to an end and she turned and straddled his leg, looking up at him she gave him a scorching smile.
The next thing he knew, she had her hands on his hips pushing him into motion as she moved and pretty close to rode his leg. He thought he was going to lose it with his clothes on when he saw her eyes. Oh hell no, she wasn't not on his leg, well not his left or right one anyway. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her and wrapped his arms under her hips.
"Nuh uh, no you don't," he growled against her throat.
She moaned at the loss of contact and the feeling of his lips on her throat. He was walking past the stereo when she reached out her hand. He stopped, she leaned over hit a couple of buttons and the first song came out of the speakers. She smirked at him. He chuckled, leaned over and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
She moaned and rolled her head to the side giving him access to her neck. His knees hit the edge of the bed and he set her down. Laughing, she rolled to her knees then pulled him down on the bed. His eyebrow quirked at her sudden sexual confidence, he liked it. She grinned at him and looked down.
"Someone is wearing too many clothes," she pointed out.
"Yeah, you should take some off," he muttered. She reached for the hem of his shirt she'd been wearing since she ordered the food. Pulling it over her head, she grinned at him.
"Your turn," she demanded.
Shrugging, he pulled his clothes off. She gave him a smile that made him wonder what she was up to. Before he could complete the thought, he was on his back and she was straddling him. She took control and used the rhythm and beat of the music to drive him to new pleasurable heights. When they finally drifted to earth and disconnected, she sighed and rolled off him. Walking to the stereo, she turned the repeat off and turned the music down.
Knocking on the bathroom door, she entered after receiving no answer. Legates sat up and reached under the cabinet then pulled out a towel. Wiping himself off, he threw the towel in the floor and laid back down on the bed. Michelle returned from the bathroom and locked the bathroom door on their side. He smirked at her and laughed.
"You learn quick doncha?" He asked in a teasing tone.
She nodded and smiled as she walked towards him. She scooped the shirt she'd thrown on the floor earlier up and put it on. She climbed into the bed and laid down next to him. He looked at her and squinted then pouted.
"Are you ever going to sleep naked?" He asked with a leering grin. She laughed and shrugged at him.
"Never really thought about it. I'm a bit body shy," she admitted.
"Huh never would have guessed," he said sarcastically. She smacked his chest then put her head on it.
"I still have to pack," he grunted with a slight whine.
"You pack, I'll sleep," she muttered.
He chuckled and nodded his head. Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he scooted out from under her and put his pillow under her head. Standing up, he pulled on his clothes and turned off the stereo as he walked by. Going to his closet, he slid the door open and started digging his gear out of the bottom. He unzipped his duffel and scowled at the smell.
Sighing in resignation, he grabbed his detergent and the duffel with the clothes still in it. Looking on the top shelf, he found a small bottle of vinegar and pulled it down. Carrying all three, he left the room closing the door behind himself. He walked down the hall, down the stairs and into the laundry room. Techie walked in behind him.
"Hey I left something in my closet. Is it safe to go in and get it?" Techie asked, watching Legates dump everything from his duffel and the duffel into the washer. Techie chuckled and peered around Legates into the washer.
"Finally washing that smelly thing?" Techie asked, laughing at his friend.
"Yes, I'm washing this. Yes, you can go in. She's sleeping," Legates said.
"Man, if you don't sleep you're going to be all kinds of screwed up before the games," Techie said, laughing.
"The games never start the first day and I plan on sleeping a little tonight and then maybe on the plane, maybe wherever we hunker down," Legates said, smirking. Techie let the laughter roll from him and shook his head.
"What?" Legates asked as he poured the detergent and vinegar in then slammed the lid closed. He set a timer on his watch and turned to leave.
"Exactly how many times have you had sex since you got in?" Techie asked with a big grin on his face.
"That would be entirely none of your business," Legates said with a smirk.
"Aww come on, man," Techie whined.
The men argued all the way up the steps and down the hallway. Entering their room, neither thought about Michelle sleeping on the other side as they continued to argue.
"Dude, let me live vicariously. How many times," Techie said, arguing strictly for fun at this point.
"Techie, I am not telling you how many times we've had sex," Legates said, walking to the refrigerator and opening the door.
"Come on, Legates," Techie whined, watching Legates glared.
"Two and a blow job but the night is not over. Now shut up," Michelle growled from the other side of the bookcases.
Techie turned a wide eyed stare on Legates. Legates crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at Techie. Techie walked to his closet, opened the door and pulled down a belt. Slinging it over his shoulder, he headed to the door.
"Can you put my stuff in the dryer?" Legates called out as Techie was walking out of the room.
"Yeah," Techie called back.
He heard the lock click behind him. Shaking his head, he headed to the lounge and flumped down in the sofa. Tucking his hands behind his head, Techie let a grin cross his face.
"What's putting that shit eating grin on your face?" Goodman said, stretching his feet out. Martinez turned to look at Techie.
"Legates sucks in the sack," Techie stated firmly. Goodman raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't that be Michelle's call?" Goodman asked with a grin.
"Sheer statistics. Four hours and only twice and one bj," Techie said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, but how long did each one take. He might not be a two pump chump like you," Goodman said, laughing behind his hand.
"You know, Legates might not like it that you're sharing that information," Martinez said.
"Michelle told me not Legates and I don't think she cares," Techie said, shrugging.
Goodman shook his head and laughed at Techie.
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Legates walked around the bookcases, pulled off his tee shirt, slid into the bed and settled in hoping to get a little sleep. Michelle rolled onto her stomach, threw an arm over his chest and a leg over his. Smiling, Legates let his eyes close and sleep wash over him. It seemed like only a few minutes later his watch beeped and he groaned. He knew that he had to wake her up for her class.
Rolling over, he opened his eyes and it took a minute for his brain to clear. He'd blinked twice before it registered that her side of the bed was empty. He sat up in quick movement but stopped when he heard the shower running. Sighing, he flopped back on the bed.
He didn't want to get out of the bed. If he did it would start the day, a day he had to leave. For the first time in his military career, he wasn't excited about leaving. Going to Afghanistan wasn't an exciting deployment but it had been tolerable. If he'd been with Michelle he wasn't sure if it would have been. He heard the locks disengaging and turned his attention to the bathroom door.
Michelle came through and quietly moved around the room unaware that he was awake. He watched her dry off, put on her under clothes and jeans. She dug around in his tee shirt drawer and quietly cursed. She'd taken home all the shirts she'd bought and somehow forgotten to pack a shirt. She'd have to wash them and bring them back. She turned and scooped up her shirt from yesterday. Going to have to do the walk of shame, she thought.
"Leaving?" He asked quietly, hoping she hadn't planned on leaving without waking him up first. She looked up and smiled at him.
"No, I wouldn't leave without waking you up," she told him. Glancing at the clock, she pouted and climbed back into the bed with him.
"I don't wanna go," he whined at her. She chuckled and brushed the back of her hand across his jaw.
"Yeah, but you have to and you know it," she said, smiling at him.
"I don't wanna go," he repeated. She chuckled and dropped a kiss on his temple.
"It's only two weeks, Honey. It's not like-" her statement was cut off when his hand covered her mouth.
"Don't even say it," he growled at her. After she nodded, he removed his hand.
"What are you doing up so early?" He asked her, eyeing the skin of her neck.
"I have an early class so I need to leave soon," she said. He pulled her closer and squeezed her.
"Stay," he said just as quietly.
"Josh, my education is important and as much as I would like to stay, I can't. I have to go to this class," she said, looking down at him.
"I know, I know. Just being selfish. All done," he said with a sigh. She let out her own sigh and wrapped her arms around him. He sniffed suspiciously and chuckled.
"You can take one of my tee shirts. I'm sure there's one all the way at the bottom from a few years ago that might be smaller," he offered.
"Did you sniff me?" She said with laughter in her voice.
"Yeah, just making sure you don't stink and I just want to see you in my shirt," he said with a charming grin. She swatted him and laughed.
"I have to leave," she said, her voice quiet and just a little sad.
"I know," he said, chuffing out a sigh.
He let her go and watched her get up, walk to his dresser and dig through his shirts. She pulled out one and held it up to her front. Nodding, she pulled off the shirt she was wearing and replaced it with the one she'd pulled from the drawer. She dropped her tee shirt on top of her backpack as she walked past.
He rolled over onto his back and watched her approach his side of the bed. She put one hand on the left side under his arm and one on the right above his shoulder then leaned over. Catching his mouth, she moved her lips over his. He returned her kiss and held back a groan when he heard her moan.
She pulled back, pecked his lips then stood up straight. Turning, she walked to her backpack, opened it, stuffed her shirt in, closed it then picked it up. She stopped and looked over at him before going around the bookcases.
"Call me," she instructed.
"Of course, Baby," he said.
She nodded then disappeared from sight. Moments later, he heard the door click closed.
Groaning, he stared at the ceiling and grunted. With a sigh, he got up, showered and finished packing his gear. Looking at his watch, he made his bed then lay down on top of the covers. He fell into a light doze. Techie lightly knocked and waited. When he got no answer, he turned the knob and stuck his head in the door.
"Legates," Techie called out.
"Yeah," Legates answered.
"Truck's here," he said.
"Okay," Legates said, getting up off the bed. He grabbed his duffel and followed Techie out, locking the door behind him.
"Did you just lock Michelle in there?" Techie asked, jerking his thumb at the door behind them.
"Nope, she left over an hour ago," Legates grumbled with a pout.
"Awww, poor baby. You're going to miss her aren't you?" Techie said, grinning at Legates.
"That's an affirmative," Legates agreed grumpily.
"Just so you know, it never gets any easier," Techie said truthfully.
"Yippie skippie," Legates said sarcastically.
"You can always dump her," Techie told him with a shrug.
"Yeah, that's going to happen," Legates told him with a frown.
"Then suck it up and when it comes time to reup look at where you and she are and then have a discussion with her if she's still around," Techie said.
"If?" Legates said with a raised eyebrow.
"Shit happens. Consider yourself warned it won't be a fun discussion," Techie warned him.
"Unngh," Legates grunted as they went down the stairs.
A/N: Well, he's off to Georgia. Let's see how this plays out...double dates, happy place, weapons, rank pinning, hot sauce (surprise), surprises, jerk nuts, the finger by proxy, complexes, elliptical, outer space, monster stats, heart attack, cold air, edible underwear, virgin sensibilities, bad boy, pain, good stuff, and the she devil that is Michelle.