A/N Fair warning! VERY heavy M content in this chapter. First time I've ever tried to write something like this, so please be kind!

Universe 2 (April 2010 cont)

He set her back on the floor, leaned down, and picked her up in a bridal carry. She let out a squeal and he quickly carried her into the bedroom, setting her down at the foot of the bed. "You're right, this is the best place for our first time." He gave her a quick kiss. "And second time." Another kiss. "And third time." Yet another kiss. "And fourth…" He had to stop because she was laughing. He smiled and held her face in both hands and this time gave her a searing kiss. "Help me pull the blanket and top sheet off the bed." He winked at her and motioned for her to go to the right side. They each started yanking them out from under the mattress on their side as they made their way to the foot of the bed. He smiled across the bed at her. "Every time I check into a hotel, the first thing I do is unmake the bed on all three sides." She smiled back. "I'm the same. Can't sleep in a bed feeling like I've been swaddled." They met at the foot of the bed and pulled the last pieces out, puddling the bedding on the floor. He looked across at the big, smooth bed bearing only the fitted sheet. "Much better."

He walked over to the open side of the bed and pulled her with him. "I can't wait to see that new purple lingerie." She smirked. "It's lilac." He smiled at her and shrugged off his suit coat, flinging it across the room. She stood before him, undid the sash around her waist and pulled the dress over her head. He was undoing his tie as he watched her and stopped to gaze at her standing there in nothing but the matching lilac lace bra and panties and her black spike heels. He stopped breathing. She took two steps to him, put her arms around his neck and started kissing him. He pulled her into his embrace, and without breaking the kiss, she took over the removal of the tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He broke off the kiss and started kissing down the length of her neck and then her chest until he reached the lace. His hands ran up and down the sides of her torso while hers were still busy with his shirt. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth through the lace. She let out a moan and grabbed his head. Just as he let go and raised his head, she slid his shirt down his arms and it landed on the floor. Her hands went to that solid chest she had felt many times before and was now finally getting to experience in the flesh. She was more than impressed - he could have been the model for some of the Greek God statues she had studied in her travels abroad. While she was busy exploring the muscle groups she understood well enough to name, he reached behind her back and undid the fastener on her bra. It fell forward from her chest and he gently raised one slender arm and then the other to release her from the straps. He looked in awe at her perfect breasts and the only thing going through his mind was that she was a Goddess. As he stared at her, she was still busy and had removed his belt, undone the button, and unzipped his trousers. She set both hands on his slim, but muscular hips and slid her hands down, going inside both his trousers and his boxers and sliding them down to his ankles, revealing his erection right in front of her face. She sat back on her heels and looked up to his face. "That is one beautiful penis Booth."

Before standing up, she took him in her hands, wrapped her lips around the tip, and licked the entire tip running her tongue around the tip and the underside in circles several times. "Oh my God Temperance!" He reached down, put his hands under her arms, and pulled her up to give her a slow, deep kiss. They broke apart and he reached down to kick off the rest of his clothing and his shoes and socks. She put her hands into the sides of her lace panties and slowly lowered them down her legs until they joined the rest of the clothing on the floor. She reached down to remove her heels and he boyishly pleaded. "Leave on the 'fuck me' heels?" She let out a laugh and smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling. "Whatever you desire." He picked her up again, took the two steps to the bed and deposited her gently, right in the middle, crawling across to join her. "I have a feeling this is going to be worth the wait."

He covered her body with his, putting most of his weight on his elbows and made sure she was okay. She pulled his face to hers and began kissing him, her tongue running along his lips until he opened up and they began a battle to see who could reach deeper into the other. And the whole time, they were both reveling in the feel of the head to toe skin contact. They were both consumed with the feel of her erect nipples rubbing against his solid chest, and his erect penis pushing right up to her entrance. The only sounds in the room were moans and groans and an occasional whimper. He finally left her mouth and started kissing his way down. He had just one goal in mind to begin with - those perfect breasts. He stopped at the right one and licked his way around her nipple while her whole body lifted off the bed in anticipation. He finally gave her what she wanted and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth, running his tongue around it, sucking hard, and lightly biting, eliciting a series of moans emanating from up near the headboard. After moving over to the left and giving it the same dutiful attention, he looked up, caught her eye, and smiled. He then started moving slowly lower, using his hands to open her legs wider. He heard her softly call his name. "Booth? I can't wait to see how skilled you are down there, but I've waited too long. I need you inside me. Please?" He knew he would never deny her anything, so he used two fingers to test that she was ready for him and found that she was more than ready. She let out a groan and her body twitched at his touch, and she realized that all this waiting had her on the edge and she was already close to an orgasm.

He pulled himself up to her and they shared another of the soul shattering kisses they were becoming used to. She broke the kiss, but their open mouths were centimeters apart when he reached down to position himself at her entrance. He inserted just the tip and they both moaned into each other's mouths. He stopped and just remained there as they moved their faces just a little apart so they could look into each other's eyes. He pushed in about an inch. Now they were both starting to pant. Another inch. Stopped. Another inch. Their eyes were talking to each other, hers begging for more and his wishing to prolong the pleasure. Then just a little more. A little moan from her. He was filling her up with his length and girth, but she knew she would accommodate anything he would give her. Then he suddenly started slowly backing out. All the way until the tip was almost completely out. She felt her insides refilling the space he left, but the last inch or so felt bereft with the loss of his presence. He waited for a few seconds while they both hung in suspended animation and then he slowly started back inside, never stopping this time, but very slowly pushing and pushing, her insides opening back up to him as if welcoming back a long lost lover. And he just kept pushing - it felt like it was never going to end. Until he was finally buried to the hilt, and she was feeling touched in places she had never felt before. They were still staring into each other's eyes - his now dark brown staring into her blue eyes that were darker than he had ever seen. His dark eyes were like a storm and hers were the churning stormy seas below. He reached down and lifted her hips to change the angle and opened her legs even wider. It allowed him to reach even deeper into her and they both let out a grunt. And he just stayed there, using all of the energy he had, to live for those few minutes as far inside her body as humanly possible. He could see those damn spiked heels in his peripheral vision and, he didn't think it possible, but it made him even harder.

Then, he let her hips back down to the bed and relaxed and slowly pulled back. Again, all the way until the tip was almost completely out. Temperance started moaning and he knew she wouldn't be able to take it much longer, but he knew this teasing was keeping them both right on the edge of powerful orgasms, and the payoff would be sweet. He didn't withhold quite as long this time and then slowly pushed in as far as he could go. She pushed her hips up to meet him to try to take him in even further and he again caught sight of those black heels. This time as he started to slowly pull out, she cleverly used her internal muscles to hold him there. They had continued to hold each other's gazes and she gave him a look that said, 'Two can play that game.' He laughed and leaned down and started kissing her while he remained buried deep inside her. She relaxed and he pulled back, and now he started a rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. He pulled himself up so that his hands were on the bed and his muscled shoulders took his weight. Then he started long, hard strokes and eventually thrusts, and she met him thrust for thrust. He could tell she was starting to break apart and he was determined that she would go first, so he sped up and started pounding into her. That broke the dam for her and she cried out his name, her back arched up off the bed and her entire body shook. The internal pulsing around him as he was buried deep inside her was his undoing and he let out his own cry, his body stiffened, and he felt himself pulse and pulse pouring himself out into her while her residual aftershocks milked him dry.

He fell on top of her, but was almost comatose and didn't realize he was crushing her. When he started to regain his senses, he started to move off, but she pulled him back. "Aren't I crushing you?" "Yes, but it's fine. It feels good. You know? Like those weighted blankets that make you feel safe?" He chuckled. "Well, at least…" He started to pull out of her, but her well trained muscles pulled him back in and held him. He cocked an eyebrow at her and she explained. "It just feels too good to have you inside me. When you were teasing me, every time you were mostly out, my body felt so bereft. I'd just like to hang on to the good feeling for a little while yet." He brought his head down and kissed her. "Oh Temperance." Another kiss. "Where have you been all my life?" He put his elbows down on the mattress to take a little bit of his weight and laid his head down on her neck. They stayed like that, not moving, just enjoying the continued physical connection.

After awhile, she perked up. "I have an idea." He felt her contract those internal muscles again and this time it was a pretty powerful grip. She then surprised him by rolling them over so she was on top, but still connected. He laughed at her and then decided that he liked this view of her. Naked and sitting astride him. She leaned back and removed the "fuck me" heels and winked at him as she threw them across the room. Then she leaned over and started stroking his chest, using the palms of her hands to make circles all over his pecs, biceps, obliques, abdominals. He was enjoying the view and enjoying the massage. And then she added another level. He realized she had those internal muscles working on his penis, still inside her and still flaccid. But it didn't take long for that to change. Her muscles were alternating squeezing and pulling. 'Where the heck did she learn that?' And it was working. It was a strange dichotomy. Her hands were relaxing him while her internal muscles were exciting him.

Suddenly she stopped the massaging and started moving her hips in a circle. At the same time, she reached down and started massaging and pinching his nipples. 'Okay, that was doing it.' He could feel himself growing inside of her. He saw that she was feeling it too and she smiled at him. Then she leaned her face down to him and her hip movement changed to an up and down rhythm. Her mouth got down to about two inches from his and she stuck her tongue out as far as she could reach. He mirrored her and when the tips of their tongues touched, a spark went through their bodies. She started running her tongue around the tip of his and he matched what she was doing. They started tangling them together, just like they often did when they were kissing, but this time it was outside their bodies and they could watch. He decided it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

In the meantime, she continued the up and down rhythm and sat up to give it all of her attention. She increased the rhythm and now was pounding up and down and he was starting to lose himself. Just as she thought he was at the edge, she slowed down almost to a stop and started grinding. That started a round of moans from him. She started a new rhythm. Up, down, grind. Up, down, grind. She kept this up for minutes and soon they were both about to fall over the edge. He needed her to go first, so he brought both arms up and started pinching and flicking both of her nipples. That did it for her and he was able to watch her shatter. She arched back and sat up almost letting him out, but then slammed back down on him. That made him come undone and he pulsed and pulsed and pulsed inside her. All she could think in that moment was how good it felt feeling him pulsing inside of her. When they were both recovered and breathing normally again, she pushed herself up and off of him. They both heard a little sucking sound as they disconnected, and both felt bereft for a few seconds.

She brought herself down to lie on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. They were just enjoying holding each other. They had put it off for the right time, and the plan worked. They had built up the anticipation just enough that it was as special as they had planned. Neither one was at all disappointed - in fact, each of them had pulled out a few surprises for the other. And both lay there thinking that they had just scratched the surface and looked forward to the future. Hell, they were looking forward to the rest of the night. Neither one was ready yet to sleep on their night of fun and pleasure. In fact, they had only gotten to the second time, and hadn't he promised four? And then there was always that rain check on the door…

They never did sleep that night. What they hadn't delved into those first two rounds were giving pleasure to the other, and they remedied that - with the use of mouths, tongues, hands, fingers. They were both very skilled in that area and that gave them even more confidence that they would be able to keep this relationship from ever going stale. At one point that night, he found her g-spot and sent her into the stratosphere. A little later, she found his p-spot. Just as he was about to orgasm, she reached down and massaged his prostate, and he had the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Leave it to a genius anthropologist to know something that apparently, none of his previous lovers knew. He told her later that it wasn't something that he would want to experience every time because it was so intense, he wasn't sure in the throes of it that he would survive. But he certainly hoped she would break it out again from time to time. The fact that this woman he had fallen for had that in her toolbox? Whoa. What else was she hiding in that big, beautiful brain?

As morning came and the sunbeams started to work their way across the room, the two bodies entangled together on the bed were sweaty, exhausted, and…is there a term for more than satisfied? He stirred and moved her hair away from her face. He spoke very softly. "Hey. How about we both take personal days for Monday? This way we can get some sleep and not have to rush to pack, check out of the hotel and get to the airport." She opened her eyes wearily. "That's a great idea. One of your best. Oh, no, wait. The one from an hour or so ago was pretty fantastic too." She began to giggle, and she smiled remembering that particular idea. "I'll call the front desk and see if we can have the room for one more day. Later, when we've had some sleep, you can go online and reschedule our flight." He leaned his head down and gave her a long slow kiss. "I'll be right back." He gently untangled his body from hers and walked across the room to call the front desk. She forced her eyes open so that she could take in the glorious sight of him walking across the room in all of his nakedness. 'I was right. That man is a Greek God.' As he finished the call and walked back toward her, he smiled. "Are you checking me out?" She winked at him. "Always." He walked out to the door, opened it a crack to put out the Do Not Disturb sign and secured the safety lock. On his way back to the bed, he grabbed the top sheet from the floor, crawled across to her, re-tangled his body into hers, and pulled the sheet over them. He whispered in her ear. "We have the room for another day." She opened one eye. "Oh good. We still have to try the door. And the wall. And we will need a shower when we finally leave this bed. That will be fun. And I'm sure you'll come up with one or two more of your great ideas." He chuckled. "I have a couple in mind right now." He snuggled into her and seconds later they were both out cold.