Bathing Beauty Chapter 16
A/N: Sorry for the delay, SVU fans, your chapter is on its way. Hope you all enjoy and as always thanks so much for reading. Comments are always welcome and appreciated. For those that celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving.
Warning: Rated M, sexually explicit material, over 18 only.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them.
Her hand slides a little further up his thigh and he feels a tingle from the rush of blood. She's looking at the fire now, her expression almost innocent. Anyone passing by would have no idea that she's an inch away from stroking him under the table. Seeley clears his throat and shifts in his chair but his change in position just gives her easier access and her hand curls around his growing erection. A satisfied sigh escapes her. Seeley looks guilty, aroused and horrified all at once. When she turns to look at him she starts laughing.
"Where's your game face?" He's confused for a moment before catching up to her.
"It's poker face Bones and there are people out here. They can see us." He tries to smile but just looks nervous.
Her hand grips him a little tighter, stroking him through his jeans, her thumb nudging the head of him. She leans into him again, bringing her lips close enough to brush his ear when she speaks. "They don't know what I'm doing. They can't see under the table. Do you want me to stop?" Her voice is low and sleepy, her sex voice. He knows her sex voice and she's speaking to him with it while rubbing his cock under the table on the open deck of this restaurant. The reality of it all makes him harder. When she pulls out his sweater and pops the button on his jeans he grabs her wrist.
"Ah ah ahhh, that will be enough right there."
Her eyes are wide with feigned innocence. "What? I asked if you wanted me to stop and you didn't answer so I was continuing." The sun is shining on them but he swears there is a twinkle in her eye that is the spark of pure mischief. She draws her hand back into her own lap just as the waitress reaches the table. Booth shoots her an exaggerated look of "see we would have been caught" and she just rolls her eyes at him. Part of her doesn't care, doesn't understand the subtle nuances that people use to pass judgment and doesn't care to learn. She's been blocking out social rules since high school when they made her an outcast for reasons that are still a mystery to her.
"Bones, do you know what you want to order?" She looks at him and realizes he has already ordered and she has been so lost in thought that she hasn't really gone over the menu. Still chilly from the cold air on the deck despite the fire she opts for something to warm her up.
"Do you have a good stew or soup?" The waitress gives her a warm smile and Temperance returns it, grateful that this is not a woman who addresses only Booth's charming smile at the table and ignores her completely. It has been her experience that most waitresses or women in general just flirt with Booth and barely acknowledge her much less make actual eye contact like this woman.
"Actually we have a wonderful Mediterranean Vegetable Stew that's very rich with layers of flavor from different spices. It's served with Naan bread fresh off the fire." Her voice is deep with a slight accent that Temperance knows is European but can't exactly place. She looks at her for a moment, thick dark hair, green eyes, high cheek bones and the rhythmic voice should be enough for Temperance to determine where she was born but she can't and it bothers her. Objectively the woman is quite beautiful. She realizes the woman is smiling at her, waiting for her to finish staring and her cheeks color at being caught studying her.
"I'll have the stew and a hot tea with a little brandy in it. I need to warm up." The waitress' smile widens.
"I'll take care of that for you." In a rare moment of clarity Temperance feels the words have another meaning in the way the green eyes hold hers as she speaks. When she leans forward to take their menus Temperance catches her name, Aija. After the waitress has left she turns her attention back to Booth, who is just staring at her with the oddest of expressions.
"What's the matter with you Booth?" He shakes his head, unsure of whether or not to say anything to her. The woman had clearly been flirting and Seeley was somewhat embarrassed to admit that he was a little jealous and a whole lot aroused by the scene. He couldn't help it, Bones had just been touching him and both women were beautiful. In his mind, with his hard on pushing against his jeans it was like watching the opening scene in a porno. He decides to see if she recognized what had happened.
"Did you know that she was flirting with you?" He watches her tip her head and consider the comment.
"You probably think that because she wasn't flirting with you but I think she was just being friendly." She has a small smile and he's not sure if she's more amused by the situation or him.
"You're right about her not flirting with me but that's not why I said it. She never took her eyes off of you, even when I ordered and you were daydreaming. Then there was that comment she made about helping you get warm. You didn't pick up on that?" His voice is somewhat exasperated.
"Even if she was flirting with me what difference would it make?" She looks genuinely curious as she asks him but there is something else there too, a look he can't place and it's bothering him. He's a little uncomfortable, not accustomed to being unable to get a read on her.
"First of all I wanted to know if you noticed and second, she's a woman Bones." His looks almost desperate for her to understand this simple comment but he doesn't get to continue because just as the words leave his lips Aija returns to the table with their drinks. She sets Booth's beer in front of him and places a mug, a small thermos of hot water and a shot glass in front of Temperance. There are slices of lemon and small containers of honey set around her mug and then the woman ceremoniously opens an ornate wooden box with rows of different types of tea inside. She presents the box to Temperance and smiles in a way Booth sees as seductively. As Temperance looks through the teas Aija runs her finger down the rows.
"They're arranged by strength so the lighter citrus teas start in the first row and the strong black teas end here." She gestures near the end row and Booth notes how her finger lightly brushes Temperance's hand. "Take several if you like." She is so focused on this tea ritual that she doesn't turn when Booth clears his throat. He watches Temperance carefully pick two packets and offer up a generous smile and a thank you to the waitress. Sitting there in the sun with her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright and her hair loosely framing her face she couldn't look more beautiful.
"Excuse me but can I get a lime for my beer?" He sounds a bit irritated and she glances briefly in his direction and nods before leaving the table.
"You're right I think she is flirting with me." Temperance doesn't sound very surprised.
"I told you so; she's way into watching you." He gives her a smug look and takes a drink of his beer.
"Does it bother you?" He sits up a little straighter and furrows his brow.
"No, no, I mean…I didn't think…no. No it doesn't bother me." He takes another drink, suddenly unable to quench his thirst. The lime is set next to him and he stops to push it into the bottle before taking another swallow.
"Does it arouse you?" He starts choking on the beer and his cheeks redden both from the coughing and getting caught. When he doesn't answer she puts her hand on his thigh and slides it up his leg. His hand quickly covers hers while he sets the beer down and tries to get a hold of himself.
"I'm aroused by you and maybe by the idea of you and another woman but in reality I never want anyone else to touch you." He's speaking emphatically so it's out before he even fully realizes what he said.
"Never is a very long time Seeley." Her brow is arched and he feels the line of tension enter her body.
"Right now let's just say we have the possibility of a future." He squeezes her hands and watches her think about it, feels her hand relax in his.
"I do have one question for you though." He's smiling and she can tell he's up to something but she nods at him so he'll continue. "Did you ever…well, have you ever slept with a woman?" He's nervous asking and he's not sure why. It won't change who she is to him, he knows that but it is something he never even considered.
"No, but only because I've never met a woman that I was attracted to in that way, not because I think it's wrong. Homosexuality has been around as long as civilizations have existed. I don't think I have homosexual tendencies or I probably would have had sex with another woman by now." Now that he has the information he isn't sure what to do with it. He's taking another drink of beer when she continues. "Have you ever slept with a man?" He chokes. After several moments of coughing and spewing he catches his breath.
"Could you wait until I'm not in the middle of a drink to spring those questions on me? For the record, no, absolutely not and I never would. What was your term? Oh yeah, I'm certain that I don't have those tendencies and besides it's a sin." She's smiling now, entertained by his discomfort with the topic.
The waitress reappears and places their food in front of them, still smiling at Temperance and basically ignoring Booth. He can feel his erection tightening up again and decides that they need a change in subject before this situation spirals away from him. Debating a topic that has turned into a religious conversation is not how he wants this lunch to go.
"So, let's get back to our questionnaire. Why do you hate the sound of squealing tires?" Some of her answers he could guess the reasoning behind but there were a few he wants to hear from her.
It takes her a moment to answer and even then she's hesitant. "I think because that sound is always associated with something bad happening. The day Russ left he squealed away from the house. When people are angry they squeal out as they pull away and when there's an accident it's usually preceded by the same thing." She is looking at her food and actually takes a bite but it's obvious that her thoughts have slipped back to another time. He reaches over and takes her hand and she brings her gaze to him. The breeze lifts a strand of her hair and he suppresses the urge to take it in his fingers to indulge in the silky feel of it.
"Hey, last week my tires made that sound as we skidded into the parking space at my place but we were in a hurry for a very good reason." He wiggles his eyebrows at her and she can't help but laugh.
"Okay so there are a few circumstances when there are good things tied to the tire sound. Maybe if we do that more often I'll change my mind and that will become my favorite sound instead." That spark is back in her eyes and he wonders if it's an illusion of the sun or something that is truly new to him.
"Speaking of which, percolating coffee?" He lifts his brow, his expression gentle because just by the age of the term he knows this one goes way back for her.
"That's an easy one. I woke to that sound almost every day of my childhood. My parents loved percolated coffee and long after coffee makers they still used one. I can remember the rich smell when my mother and I would be at the grocery store and we would run the fresh beans through a grinder before sealing the bag to take them home. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and the sound of a percolator going will always remind me of mornings from my childhood." He was eating and watching her recall those happy moments with her family. It was good to see her smile at the memory, even if the underlying sadness was still evident. "This stew really is amazing, it was a great recommendation." He just throws her a smirk and continues eating.
"So Seeley, why is it you don't want to be a gynecologist?" She is genuinely interested in this answer; especially after he changed it from the ballet dancer that she was sure was just a joke anyway. He's blushing a bit now and pauses to draw down the last of his cool beer to try and ease the heat that seems to constantly press him when she's around.
"I thought dealing with women and their private parts all day long would take the magic and the mystery out of them. Since there have been times in my life that I have found solace and a few other things in women, I definitely didn't want that to happen. So a buddy and I made a pact that we would never pursue careers in any field related to women's medicine. Of course we were sixteen at the time but I stand by that pact." He gives her an almost shy look and she begins laughing.
"I don't know what I expected you to say but that wasn't it. Although now that I think about it I'm sure you're not the only man that thought over exposure to the vagina would ruin your sex life."
"Bones! Shhhh! That wasn't public information." He looks around, blushing as the waitress approaches and exchanges Temperance's small thermos of hot water for a new one.
"Do you need anything else right now? Another beer? More tea or brandy?" She asks about what they both want but is looking at Temperance again, only glancing at Booth. He looks directly at her and answers for both of them.
"Thanks, you can bring us both another round." He's grinning now and he and Temperance are looking only at each other.
They finish the last few bites of their meals and the drinks arrive. Temperance waits for the waitress to leave before resuming their conversation. Afraid that she's going to continue to talk about vaginas in public he lifts his hand just as she's about to speak.
"Let's move on to another question. What else did you want to know?" He sits back now, pushing his plate aside, stretching his legs out in front of him and holding his beer.
She loves when he sits like this, long and relaxed. She would like nothing more than to slide her leg over his thighs and press herself into him. She can almost hear the rasp of her jeans against his and she has to force herself back to the conversation.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that too much sex talk makes you uncomfortable Seeley. Why was your least favorite sound the click of your safety and not the sound of your gun firing?" Her eyes are bright with sincerity and he is still amazed at the irony of the two statements. How can any woman apologize for making him uncomfortable and then proceed to make him more uncomfortable and look so damn good while she's doing it that he isn't even mad? He thinks about her question but in reality it doesn't require him to think so much as remember.
"When I was in the military I had to take first aide and cpr as part of my course training. My first two assignments had been really rough and I was planning on quitting. I was beginning to think that I just didn't have it in me to be a sniper. I knew I would get sent to some maddeningly boring detail but at that point I just didn't care. I had one more job to do before I could get back and talk to my superior officer to ask for reassignment. I was on my way to a base camp when I got word that I was being rerouted to at an emergency medical unit for the night. We weren't far from heavy action; there was the sound of steady gunfire and heavy artillery in the distance. I walked into this med unit and it was complete mayhem. There were injured guys everywhere and people shouting. A doctor grabbed me and made me take over cpr while he attended to someone that was threatening to bleed out. I was scared to death but I kept doing it. I looked down so I didn't have to look around and I thought at first that the ground was made of a rich brown dirt. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was only that color because it was soaked with blood." He is staring at the label on his beer bottle as he speaks and although his face is blank, his voice is heavy with the weight of the memory.
"When the doctor returned he had me stop, he rolled the guy I was working on and the cot was filled with blood from a hole the size of my fist in his back. I immediately threw up in a bucket near the bed. The doc told me there was no saving him and he just laid the guy back down and had me follow him. I explained that I was just passing through and that I wasn't medical personnel but he said right then everyone breathing was medical personnel."
Seeley stopped and took a drink, his words gliding easily as though this memory had been rubbed smooth from years of handling. She didn't interrupt him, didn't want to ask any questions for fear of him snapping out of this place that was so important to him. She just waited until he was ready to continue.
"For 13 hours I worked in that tent until everything calmed down and the shooting stopped. I got two hours of sleep before I had to leave to set up and wait for my target. I went by to see the doctor before I left and I asked him how he managed to do this every day. He said you just learned to be immune, that everyone doing anything that was normally considered unimaginable just learns to be immune. He asked me where I was headed and when I said it was Special Forces, undisclosed location he looked at my rifle bag on my shoulder and knew what I was doing. He just nodded toward my rifle and repeated to me that we all have things that we're called to do that require us to shut down that part of us that's human. Because I mentally tied my assignment that day to the events in that tent it was the easiest shot I ever fired. I thought about that word immunity for a long time afterwards and when I laid in the sand that day waiting for my shot, I put my finger on the safety and released it. In my head I was shutting off that part of myself that was human with that switch. When I went back I never asked for the reassignment, I'd found a way to do what needed to be done." He sighs and blinks for a long second; putting down his bottle while he lets his thoughts settle.
Temperance takes his hand and when he looks at her he's surprised by the understanding that he sees there. He expected part of her to be horrified, to think that he was, at least on some level, a monster for being capable of that kind of killing. They sit in silence for a few minutes, comfortably relaxing with their own thoughts. Just as he's wondering what's going on in her head she speaks.
"It must have been hard to negotiate between the death you saw as wrong and the death you delivered that you were told was right. I imagine that your view of war is different than most men; your enemy wasn't without a face. For you it was personal, to find one human being and kill them is not the same as shooting on a battlefield. It takes courage to do what you did Booth, to seek someone out and pull the trigger because they're a threat on a larger scale. You had to see a bigger picture of war than most men. I'm sorry that it had to be you." She had been thinking about his military career since he first started to talk to her about it. She was glad in a way that this opportunity to tell him how she felt had presented itself. The last time she thought there were things she should have said but didn't know how.
He's a little overcome by her words and so he just sits still, blinking slowly to help him maintain control. He isn't looking for absolution; he's finding that for himself, but her understanding and acceptance of who he had to become touches him deeply. He's surprised when she continues.
"You know Seeley when I work a crime scene and I seem distant and cold to everyone, I've done just what you're describing. I shut down the part of me that cares so I can look objectively at the body and see the evidence left behind." She likes this connection between them, this similarity of function. It somehow makes her feel closer to him.
He wants to tell her that he thinks she learned to hit that switch inside herself after her parents left and only rarely turns it off but he's afraid she'll be hurt by it. Now that he knows the warm loving woman that lives within her it makes him sad that she stays hidden behind so many walls. He tips his head and squints into the sun. "I can see that in you Bones and your ability to be objective is one of the things that makes you so remarkable at your job." His face shifts and she can see the grin creeping up on him. "Let's talk about your other answer. My hands turn you on?" He extends his arm out in front of him and tilts up his hand, spreading his fingers and studying it.
Her cheeks have a nice glow but it could be the brandy or the fire or his question. Maybe it's a combination of all three, he just knows when she looks at him it takes his breath away.
Her voice is low when she speaks, her mind already traveling to all the places his hand so expertly goes. "It isn't the look of your hands Seeley; it's what you do with them. They literally turn me on so I thought it was appropriate." She's watching his hands now and he can see her features soften with desire. He knows she's thinking about some of the things his hands have done in the last few days. He rubs his thumb and index fingers together, mimicking the motion that he uses on her nipple and her eyes widen just a bit in understanding before she jerks up her head to look at him. Her cheeks are red but it's her eyes that give her away. She looks guilty as hell.
The cool air licks at her legs but the brandy and tea have done their job and she feels warm from somewhere in her center. Now with thoughts of Seeley's hands moving over her body, his fingers sliding in and out of her, she feels like she's on fire. She wants him and her body is already aching to have him. Her breasts feel heavy as she looks back to his fingers and she can feel the heat swirl and wind down between her legs.
He reaches over and cups her chin in his hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She leans into his touch.
"Temperance." His voice is so low it's almost a whisper. There is nothing but heat between them now.
'What's on our schedule for after lunch?" She turns slightly after she asks the question and his thumb grazes over her lips. She opens her mouth just enough to suck gently on the tip of his thumb. Her tongue brushes across it lightly before she pulls out of his grasp and sits back in her chair.
His hand drops to his lap and he smiles at her, slow and seductive. "What would you like to do now?" He wants her to say it; he needs to hear her tell him that she wants him.
"I'd like to find the nearest place where we can be alone so you can show me just how good you are with those hands and I can show you how appreciative I am." She isn't even finished with her sentence and he's getting hard again. The ache of it causes him to shift in his seat from the discomfort. He's sure that it can't be good for a man to have an erection raised over and over again without relief. He takes out his wallet and tucks some bills into the check folder, his mind racing the entire time through possible places he can take her.
He grasps her hand and walks with her from the restaurant opening her car door and smiling like the proverbial cat that has swallowed the canary. They are on the road in a matter of moments with the silence in the air somehow thickening the sexual tension between them.
Temperance wonders how it can be like this with him. How can she want him again with such intensity when she had him only last night? Her body actually aches for him, responding in ways that it never has before with anyone else. It isn't just her body preparing for sex in the biological ways, those things she understands. It's how her body trembles in anticipation, how his touch trails heat across her skin and how she tingles from the inside in a very nonscientific way. She looks at him across the car with his eyes wide and the obvious bulge in his jeans and wants to ask him what else he feels. She's unsure of herself and its unfamiliar enough to make her nervous. Her throats dry and the glance between his legs has her mind wandering to how amazing it will feel to have him inside her. The car bounces as they hit the bump in the driveway of the F.B.I. building. Her low laughter fills the space between them and he turns and smiles at her as he parks the truck.
"Really Seeley, your place of work?" She tries to look surprised, arching her brow in question.
"Tell me you've never thought about it and I'll take you anywhere you want to go." She looks straight ahead, unable to answer him with a lie. Of course she's thought about it, between scenes in her books and her own healthy fantasies she's done more than just think about it. Her nipples tighten in response to her thoughts.
"I'll take your silence as an answer." He's smirking now, in that cocky way that makes her want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. He jumps out of the car and stands waiting until she joins him and they walk in together. He flashes his identification to security and punches in a code on an elevator that she has never been in before.
"Where are we going? This isn't the way to your office." He leans against the wall of the elevator, his smile triumphant.
"Bones, the door to my office is glass and that entire side of the building is covered in video monitors."
"You're taking me to the part of the building where the illegal activities take place?" Actually the idea appeals to her a little bit.
"Hey, no one said anything about any illegal happenings. That isn't how this part of the building is used." His eyes are wide as a result of her implications.
"Then why is it off camera? Every one knows that things that are done off camera are arranged that way so there isn't any proof of what happened."
The door opens and they step out into a long hallway with very busy green and black carpeting and no signs or numbers on the doors. "This is used for important guests that we meet with or need to hide while getting their testimony. There is nothing illegal about what goes on here." His tone has turned a little defensive and she understands his need to defend this place even though he knows that everything that happens here is not exactly ethical.
"What we're about to do is illegal." He looks over at her with his brow creased in confusion. "Well, what I have in mind is technically illegal but we might not have time for that right now." He stops abruptly and grabs her hand, pulling her against him. His mouth covers hers before she can catch her breath. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and strokes his tongue hungrily against hers. He walks her against the wall and breaks the kiss long enough to punch some numbers into a keypad next to the door. She jumps when the buzzer sounds, allowing them to slip inside.
She pulls away from him to look around for a moment. The room could be a study in a large home. The walls and shelves are a rich mahogany and two walls are almost covered in books. There's a large table and to one side leather sofas with small tables scattered around. It's the little signs of technology that give away the kind of secrets that are kept here. There is a box along the top of one wall that she bets has maps and a pull down screen. Outlets and speaker phone units are built discreetly into the décor but their abundance speaks to the large number of people that have gathered in this room at one time. She can almost see them spread out and discussing, laptops and phones humming, debates weaving amongst them. He slides the dimmer switch to bring the lights down and shuts the ones over the table off completely. The room's soft glow feels like dusk and contrasts in mood with the strong masculine décor. She's impressed that he has the code to such a room and wonders briefly what business has brought him here in the past.
His hands slide around her waist and he presses against her back. She can feel his erection against her ass and smiles, knowing that while she was distracted by the room, he was distracted by her. His fingers inch under the edge of her sweater seeking the warmth of her skin. He nuzzles his face between the neck of her sweater and her flesh and inhales deeply before kissing his way to her ear. One of his hands slides between her legs and cups her firmly. She rocks against him, pushing her body into his hand and then back into his hips. He's cupping her breast, his thumb grazing over the tight nipple in light strokes. She is wriggling in his arms, following the movements of his hands, trying to illicit more pressure. As his lips begin to suck on the spot just below her ear she realizes he is trying to drive her insane and it's working. Her pleasure divides and her attention darts from one sensation to the next increasing with every shift. She can't focus her thoughts or form words even though she's sure there is something she should be saying. She decides to take matters into her own hands. She reaches behind her and strokes him boldly through his jeans and he freezes for a second, then trembles along his thighs as he pushes into her palm.
His hand tightens between her legs and he feels her shift, spreading her legs a little wider to anchor herself as she rocks harder onto his clenching fingers. An ache shudders to life deep within her and the urge to have him inside her is overwhelming. Her moan slices through the silence and her hips jerk hard. She squeezes him and pumps her hand along his shaft. His lips pull from her skin and when he cries out his hot breath bursts against her.
She suddenly moves out of his grasp and tugs at his hand to follow her. It takes him a second before he lets her lead him across the room to a large overstuffed chair in the corner. She pushes on the back, testing how far it rocks before shoving it further into the corner. Booth smiles in amusement when he realizes she's making sure they won't tip over in it. She stands him in front of it and gives his chest a gentle shove and he sits with a heavy plop, sinking a little into the soft leather. She slides onto his lap, grinding herself against his erection as she settles herself. She places her hands on either side of his head and leans into him effectively tipping the chair back and driving his hips up into hers. She hears him gasp lightly from the impact of their bodies as the images of how this is going to work flood his brain. His hands push their way up under her sweater and tank top, cupping the weight of her breasts into his palms. She moans as his fingers slide over the satiny material and pinch at her nipples. She shifts her weight back and the chair tips forward once again. She smiles as she leans in to kiss him, the scent of the leather and lemon polish mixing with his cologne as she breathes.
This room feels powerful and the heavy masculine décor somehow makes her feel more feminine. She rocks the chair a few times and he groans as she pulses against him. She could cum like this with his hand on her hip and her bra, without even the contact of flesh. She could keep rocking and cum at the sound of him saying her name. This desire is so pure, so strong and unfiltered she thinks of drinking sweet sticky sap from a tree in the damp early days of Spring. It's almost too much and still desperately not enough.
His hand slips inside her bra and scoops her breast out into his moving fingers. Her thighs tighten against his and she can feel the moisture between her legs dampening her underwear. When he slips his hand inside her folds her body will be a slick invitation to his fingers. She shoves his coat away from his chest, lifting his shirt and placing her hot mouth over his nipple. She hears him gasp and then freeze. It takes her a second to catch the ringing of his phone. It must be working; they didn't stop to replace it this morning as they had planned. She lifts her head and looks at him and after a second they smile simultaneously.
"Answer it, it could be important." She sits up but keeps her hands on his abdomen under the edge of the sweater and rocks the chair gently underneath them. He sees the number for the Jeffersonian on the caller i.d. and scrunches his brow in confusion as he snaps open the phone.
"Booth." There's a pause before the caller speaks as though they didn't really expect anyone to answer.
"Seeley, you're certainly a hard man to get a hold of these days. Where have you been?" Temperance feels him tense for just a second before answering and she's surprised after how hostile Cam sounded when talking to her that she would be almost purring to Seeley.
"Cam, I'm working but my cell phone was doing this scrambling thing since yesterday and my powers out at the apartment. Why have you been trying to reach me?" He tightens his lips against a gasp as Temperance's mouth reaches his neck and begins sucking the cord of flesh that comes up just behind his ear.
"Well at first I was looking for the reports on yesterday's case and then I was just hoping to see you this weekend." He stifles a moan as Temperance swirls her tongue over his skin.
"I thought Bones was dropping the reports off to you yesterday. Didn't you get them?" He tries to sound as professional as possible but maintaining is becoming difficult. He suppresses the urge to nudge Temperance away from his neck but in truth he doesn't want her to stop. Ever.
"Yes actually I did end up getting the reports; apparently Dr. Brennan brought them by at some point. As a matter of fact when I spoke to her she said you were going out of town this weekend." She hopes she sounds casual as she mentions it.
"Oh, that's because when Bones dropped me off on Friday I did tell her I was going to be out of town but my plans changed." He quickly covers the mouth piece with his finger as Temperance begins to nip a line up to his earlobe. He is starting to worry that if she keeps doing these amazing things with her mouth and rocking over him the way she is he's going to cum before his pants are even undone.
"So if your plans changed you should be free tonight. How about we get together later? If your power is still off you can just come to my place."
Temperance has moved her hands to his jeans and is unbuttoning them as he tries to speak.
"First of all I said my plans changed, not that I didn't have any. Besides that, I wanted to do this in person but since you're asking I want you to know now. We can't get together like that anymore, I'm seeing someone."
"You're seeing someone and it's serious enough that you're not seeing anyone else? Come on Seeley, how long have you been seeing her? We just went out a few weeks ago." She's trying to keep her voice steady.
"I've been seeing her long enough to know that I want to see only her." He bites into his lip and then coughs lightly to cover the sound as Temperance lowers his zipper.
"Monogamy after such a short time? She must be special. Is she anyone I know?" She's trying to maintain her light tone but his voice sounds strange to her and she feels something isn't right.
At that moment Temperance wraps her hand around him, stroking the length of him firmly and robbing him of the ability to think.
"She is special." His eyes have closed and his hand has moved to her waist where he's trying to get the button of her jeans open with one hand. "Look Cam, I have to go I have a lot of work to do here and I have to be somewhere later." He can't concentrate well enough to form a more detailed lie.
"Well let's have dinner tomorrow then Seeley, we can still be friends even if we don't have the benefits anymore." Temperance pulls his hand off of her jeans and slides to the floor between his legs. His eyes open wide as the chair rocks from the loss of her weight. She looks up at him with her eyes bright with desire and a wicked grin on her face.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now. I really do have to go but I'm sure I'll see you Monday at work." As the heat of her mouth closes over the head of him and low groan trembles out of his chest.
"Are you okay Seeley? You sound like you don't feel well." She can't get a read on him but he definitely sounds like something is wrong.
"Fine, I'm great, I just have to go, bye Cam." He snaps the phone shut before there can be any further conversation and it's just as her lips tighten around him and slide down. He moans loudly now while he watches his dick disappear between her lips and feels her throat suck at the end of it. He clutches the arms of the chair in a vain attempt to keep himself grounded.
The pleasure is rushing through him with frightening force as she pulses over him in a tight rhythm. Just as he thinks he's going to cum she eases her lips up and off of him. She stands up between his legs but as she's reaching for her pants he pushes her hands away and peels down her jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. She grabs his arm for a second and toes out of her boots as she pulls her legs from the tangle of clothing. His hand is between her legs even before she places her foot back down, his fingers dragging through her folds. She spreads her legs further apart and he plunges his fingers into her wet heat. She leans forward gasping and grasping his shoulders to keep from falling. He stokes her just a few times before pulling out of her. She groans a low protest and is about to say something to him when he lifts her by the hips and pulls her up over his lap. She reaches between them and gently holds him as he eases her down. He holds his breath as he watches himself disappear inside her. Her thighs are trembling as they spread over him and the erotic image immediately fills him with a burning need to thrust.
This moment as he fills her takes her breath away and she blinks slowly while her body shakes with anticipation and desire. Once she settles against him he reaches out and pulls her sweater over her head and then pushes under her tank top and unhooks her bra. She smiles as his hands caress her, the weight of her breasts filling his palms. She places her hands next to his head and leans down to kiss him as she tips the chair back. She deepens the kiss and rocks the chair causing him to slowly slide in and out of her. When she has the rhythm and angle right she picks up speed, crying out as he tightens his grip on her nipples. He moves one hand to her hip and slides his lips down her neck. She's hot and tight, her body gripping him as he plunges into her. She drops her hips hard against him as they move and whimpers as his thumb inches down and presses on her clit. Her orgasm slams into her, rupturing from somewhere deep in her center, throwing her forward. She cries out his name and presses into him, the chair slamming into the wall with the force of it. He's coming before he can catch his breath, her body seizing around him. He moves both hands to her hips and arches as hard as he can up into the deepest part of her. Then he does it again, and again and again until the blinding surge within him subsides.
He pulls her heaving body tightly to his chest, her skin is damp beneath his arms. They're both breathing hard, the chair gently rocking now. Temperance squeezes her eyes closed and tucks her face into his neck as she fights the threat of tears that she doesn't understand. Fear flutters in her belly where desire raged just a moment before and she tries to push it down. Her chest aches with emotions that bloom and expand within her. She takes in a shaky deep breath and realizes that loving him this much still terrifies her. She's clutching his sweater, her fingertips pressing into his skin. He loosens his hold when he feels her grip relax and tips his head to the side so he can look at her.
He kisses her forehead gently and sighs against her skin. "Hey, are you okay?"
She nods her head yes, not yet trusting her voice and they sit for a few more moments until she feels calmer. Her body is still twitching and she can feel him still tucked inside her. She clenches her muscles hard and feels the low rumble of his laughter vibrate beneath her. She lifts her head and kisses him softly then glances up and bursts out laughing.
"What's so funny?" His eyes sparkle just looking at her because he's pretty sure this is how she looks when she's genuinely happy.
She nods behind him as she speaks and he turns to look in response. "I thought I felt the earth move." Seeley lifts a little and sees the two large holes in the wall from the corners of the chair, dry wall dust and bits of paint still cling to the leather.
"Shit. We should probably go. She starts to ease off of his lap when his hand slides into her hair and pulls her close for a kiss. "For the record, we may have broken the wall but I felt the earth move too."