Bathing Beauty Chapter 19
Warning: Sexually explicit, mature readers only.
Disclaimer: They are not mine and if they were they would be hospitalized by now from dehydration of fluids during continuous spontaneous orgasms occurring in each others presence.
A/N: Okay readers, to those returning thanks you so much for your loyalty. I am back on the Bathing Beauty train and writing away. I seem to have found another well of inspiration to write this one out so I'm going to just go for it. I appreciate every one that responded when I questioned whether or not I should shelf it. Things will really start to pick up once I get Booth and Brennan back to work and running into Cam…oh, wait, that's news for another chapter! It means everything to know there are people out there reading and enjoying any of my work. Thanks for your time and patience, I vow to be back to steady work on this one. As always your comments are greatly appreciated.
Also another chapter of Talking Head is on the way!
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As they walk down the hall Seeley actually has to step up his pace to keep up with her. He wiggles his shoulder to try and tip the bag he's carrying to a more secure spot and adjusts the box in his arms as they reach the elevator. His emotions are all swirling within him at an alarming rate making him feel a bit dizzy. He's worried about what Bones is thinking at the moment because she's all motion. He isn't sure if it's embarrassment, anger or frustration that's driving her. It could be all three.
Once in the elevator he risks a glance at her face but she isn't giving anything away. Thinking about exactly how she looked when the lights went on almost causes him to laugh. They were both topless and he was working on her jeans when the group of students had burst into the room. He knew she was quick but she was standing clutching her sweater to the front of her before he had even comprehended what had happened. His ass is still throbbing from his fall to the floor after she catapulted him off of her. Recalling the scene he can't suppress the pressure of the laughter building inside him. As the bell sounds to announce their arrival on the main floor the doors of the elevator open and his laughter erupts.
For a second she thinks he's choking but as he gasps and then fills the space with sound it registers that he's laughing. Her initial response is sheer disbelief so she just stands there watching him as her bag slides down his arm and the box begins to teeter in his grasp. While she's distracted by his outburst the doors slide closed and the elevator begins its accent. Realizing that they are headed back up to the floor holding the boys she reflexively hits the stop button. An alarm screeches for just a few seconds causing her to jump and Booth to slide the box down his legs to the floor in his fit of hysterics.
She's angry that the evening she planned so carefully with him was interrupted by a scheduling error. She's a little uncomfortable with being caught on the sofa half undressed like two teen agers. She usually likes the small rush that comes with having sex in places that they could get caught but not by a group of boys that barely looked old enough to drive. They were all just standing there with their mouths hanging open while she pulled her shirt back on and zipped up her jeans. She wanted to stay mad, she really did but the events of the night and Seeley's infectious laughter prove to be more than she can resist. It comes in ripples that build and run up out of her as if some part of her has just overflowed.
She sinks to the floor holding her stomach as she remembers Booth on the floor holding his cheek and howling in protest. He was trying to do his pants and yelling at the boys to quit drooling and turn around or he would shoot them. Tears run down her face and her stomach aches from the hard laughter after all these days of sex. Seeley drops down beside her and wipes at his cheeks as he tries half heartedly to get a grip. It's a long time before they both settle down and can actually draw a deep breath.
"Bones I was kissing you one second and the next the lights went on and I was on the floor. You have some amazing reflexes." He is still chuckling as he struggles to maintain while he's talking.
"I can't believe you threatened to shoot those boys. It wasn't their fault." She's calming down, trying to wipe the make-up that has gathered beneath her eyes.
"They were ogling you and I think the one on the end was actually drooling." He tries to sound irritated by the boys actions but he just can't keep a straight face.
"I think you scared him so badly he wet his pants. You know you're going to have to quit threatening to shoot people one of these days."
"Bones if that boys pants were wet it wasn't because of fear. It was from getting a glimpse of you. He looked like the type of geek that has never seen an actual naked woman before."
As the implications of his comment sinks in she blushes. She pushes into a standing position and puts her hand out to him. He takes it, still smiling and stands.
"We should get going before the fire department shows up to rescue us from this elevator. The last thing we need is for this day to get any more embarrassing."
He looks horrified at the thought and quickly lifts the box back into his arms as she takes the bag onto her own shoulder. A shuddering of the metal walls begins their descent and she tries to remember the last time she laughed so hard but comes up with nothing. It feels like some kind of proof to her scientific mind that he's good for her.
The doors open and they walk in silence still smiling with the residue of their laughter. She punches in the code on the final set of doors and they're met with an upward gust of frigid air. They move quickly to the truck and she climbs into the passenger seat as he puts the box containing their leftovers and the remnants of their picnic in the back. Once inside he starts it up and cranks on the heat, rubbing his hands together to warm them against the cold air. He doesn't want to be presumptuous but he would like to go back to her place. As he's thinking about how to phrase it she interrupts his thoughts.
"Let's go Seeley its freezing and the truck will get warmer faster if we're moving."
"Where are we headed?" He's grateful that she left him this opening.
"Back to my place, my bed is far more comfortable than yours." She's obliviously digging through her bag for something and doesn't even hesitate over her words. It amazes him that she can utter one casual statement and his dick hardens. His body is more than willing to take up where they left off when they were interrupted. He pulls onto the road and begins thinking about what fantasy he would like her to fulfill for loosing their bet at the range. Images of her that would test their sexual limits as well as their appetites leap into his head. He wonders how far her inhibitions go and his dick tightens in response to his sexual ruminating.
"What are you thinking about right now Seeley?"
"Why?"
"I could say I'm just making conversation but I know that flushed look and your breathing has quickened. Given that and the substantial bulge in your jeans I'd say your mind has wandered somewhere interesting."
Moments like this one are what define the differences between Temperance and the bimbos of his past. Well moments like this and the sex of course.
"I'm thinking about what fantasy I'm going to use to have you pay off your bet." His voice has dropped to that low sound that skims over her. She's suddenly feeling warmer.
"So have you chosen one yet?" She wants to be casual but the thought of being at his sexual mercy causes the most delicious ache to spread in her breasts.
"I'm narrowing it down." His hands tighten on the wheel and in the shifting shadows of the car she notices his adjustment against the discomfort of his erection.
"Seeley if there are that many maybe we should be trying one out every week. We could rotate, one of yours and then one of mine." Her voice changes when she speaks the phrase one of mine and he feels it in his groin. Her statement alone is like a fantasy come true and they haven't even started with them yet.
"That sounds fair to me. Do you already know what your first choice would be?" It takes everything in him to project a casual tone.
"I do but I don't have a bed with traction bars and I don't own a live chicken so I guess I'll have to settle for number two." His eyes grow wide with what looks like complete terror just before she starts laughing. Even in the dim light she can see that he's blushing.
"Funny, very funny Bones." He really has no worthy come back to her little joke. He's seen her pushed to her mental, physical and emotional limits since he's known her. Despite their recent activities he still has no idea where her sexual limits end. It makes him a little nervous not to know what images wake her in her darkest hours and send her searching for relief. Her hand on his thigh draws his focus back to her and the last of her chuckle.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. I think it's interesting that even now that we're sexually active you still get embarrassed talking about sex."
"No, I don't get embarrassed. I was just raised catholic and we didn't talk about sex so I might not be as comfortable as you, but I'm not embarrassed." His voice is tight now but it's not in her to let it go, especially since she's sure she's right.
She leans over in her seat and starts talking in a low rough whisper. "So if I said I wanted to place my soft lips over your rock hard cock and suck it into my hot wet mouth right now, that wouldn't embarrass you?"
He brakes because the car is going too fast. He brakes because something in him is going too fast. He's never had his dick actually hurt from a hard on before this moment. He realizes that there is no way to speak so he just shakes his head but the gesture lacks sincerity.
Her fingers touch his thigh and he lurches in his seat. She strokes her hand slowly up his leg. "If I asked you who gave you your first blow job would you tell me if it felt as good as it does when my tongue swirls around you and the head of you touches the back of my throat?" Her nails graze the inside of his thigh. "Why are your cheeks so red Seeley?"
He can hear her purring out some words but isn't sure what she's saying, the hum and vibration of them has short circuited his brain and rendered him unable to communicate. He slows the car even further, moving into the right lane of the highway. When her fingertips brush his erection he snaps to attention. If he doesn't get her to stop the embarrassment is literally going to come from between his legs.
"Bones stop! I give okay? You're going to get us killed. You can't do that while I'm driving." She moves her hand but stays near him on the seat.
"You give? What does that mean exactly?" The voice is still all sex kitten and he struggles to hold his focus. After all, it has always been one of his fantasies to have her talk dirty to him but these weren't the circumstances he had envisioned.
"You're really going to try to be naïve with me right now? It doesn't suit someone of your caliber."
She laughs softly. "I learned that trick from you Booth, in the interrogation room. I'm very observant, which takes me back to my point. I watch you when we talk about sex and your eyes start glancing around the room, your cheeks turn red and you stumble through your sentences. Why can't you just admit that you find it embarrassing?" He isn't sure if it was her voice or her tone but something slipped through her last comment.
"You want to talk about sex Bones? Let's talk about a sexual fantasy that takes place in the interrogation room. I have a feeling you know this one." He sees her jerk back just a fraction and knows he's hit a nerve. Right now she's wondering how he knew. "Let me see, I'm going to say that it's you in the chair and I'm pacing the room, feeling aggressive. You have some information that I need and I'm running out of time to get it. Maybe you try to get up and leave so I have to pin you against the wall." He hears the slightest gasp and is surprised. It has never occurred to him that she would harbor a fantasy in which she plays the submissive role.
"You say I can't stop you because you haven't been arrested so I decide to do the honors. I swear you press your breasts into my chest just before I spin you to face the wall. I pin your arms over your head and lean against you so my lips just graze your ear. I begin whispering your rights and you stop moving."
"You have the right to remain silent but I doubt you're going to be able to go the quiet route. With a body like this one I'm betting you're a screamer. If you give up the right to remain silent anything you say will be used against you in a court of law. Actually anything you say will be used against you right now but you like that don't you? You have a right to an attorney but you aren't going to need one because you already have your hands full with an F.B.I. agent. If you can not afford an attorney one will be appointed for you but we all know you can afford a whole law firm. Do you understand these rights?"
"You struggle against me but my size and leverage have you immobilized. I slide my leg between yours so you can't kick me and then snap the first handcuff onto your wrist. I ask you again if you understand as I press my hips into yours. The word yes sound more like a hiss from your lips. You freeze for just a second and I quickly snap the second bracelet into place. I tell you to keep your hands where they are, high on the wall. You rattle the cuffs on your wrists and I can smell the fear and arousal pouring off of you. Your whispered string of profanity is powerfully sexy; I didn't know you used such colorful language. My free hand slides down your arm to your waist as I ask if you're concealing any weapons."
He waits as he listens to her breathing. After several moments he hears her voice whisper to him. "Go on because I probably am." He laughs at the irony in the truth of her suggestion, carrying a weapon is so like her. She's apparently abandoned her efforts of make her point about his attitude toward sexual conversation. It occurs to him she could be trying to see how far he'll go with this. He locks his focus on the road in front of them and decides he can take it all the way as long as he isn't looking at her.
"I pull your body against me so you can feel how hard I am for you. I want you to be a little intimidated, there's still something I need for you to tell me. You arch your back, pressing your perfect ass into my hips and rubbing against me. I place my hands on top of your breasts and slowly move them down until I'm cupping them in my hands. I can feel the hard press of your nipples in my palms and I pause to rub my thumbs over them. You drop your head forward and moan. The sound itself makes my hands tighten with the need to have you." He stops because he has to, just long enough to calm down. He takes the car through a wide turn, noting how much lighter it is now that they're back under city street lights. He's uncomfortable talking to her like this even in the intimacy of the car but he'll be damned if he's going to show it. If this is part of what feeds her sexual appetite then he can rise to the occasion in more ways than one.
She watches him work his jaw and draw a long slow breath. He's so focused on the road and his words that he doesn't even allow himself to glance in her direction. She finds herself aroused by his determination and discipline as well as his story. She wants to reach between her legs and ease the aching but even more than that she'd like to wait until she can have him. Since being interrupted at the observatory her desire has been on a low boil. She's contemplating telling him to pull over when his voice draws her attention back to him.
"I slide my hands down the front of you, across your abdomen and down to the top of your thighs. I bend down and move my hands to your knees. Your legs tremble as I slowly stroke up under your skirt. My right hand moves to the inside of your thigh and I hear you gasp as it hits resistance. I chuckle as I lift your skirt to look. I hear you breathe that I'm a bastard as I place my hand between your legs to undo the strap holding the .22 to your leg. My knuckles brush the satin of your underwear and it doesn't escape my attention that they're damp. I press my hand against you and feel you grind into me in response. I tell you this would all be over if you would just cooperate and tell me what I want to hear. You shake your head no and grind yourself harder against my fingers. My hips thrust toward you and I suddenly wonder just who's in control of this interview." Seeley pauses and slows down the car when he realizes that in his trance he's been slowly picking up speed. He's glad he's driving because at least he can't close his eyes and really visualize her in this role. The flashes in his head are hard enough to deal with while he's trying to stay so firmly in control.
"I stand back up and empty the gun before tossing it onto the table behind us. Handling you is dangerous enough." He doesn't have to look to know she's smiling. "I place my hands on your back now and trace the powerful lines of you as you arch into my touch. My hands cup your ass and squeeze and you rattle the handcuffs against the wall to emphasize your frustration. I turn you around so that you're facing me again and you quickly hook your hands around my neck. You spin us so that my back is to the wall and to my surprise you kiss me."
At the thought of her lips he stops. There is a moment when dangerous and reckless collide and bad things happen. He feels like that at this very moment and it causes his intuitive self to tremble in fear. "Temperance, I have to stop."
At first she thinks he means the car but when it doesn't slow she realizes he means the story. "Are you uncomfortable?" A small smile pulls at her lips.
"Not in the way you think, I'm physically uncomfortable. I'd be happy to finish the story when we get back to your place." He shifts in his seat and she turns her eyes to the window in another one of those fleeting moments of shyness that surprise him. He hears her gather her breath.
"I have a feeling that if we wait until we're at my place I'll never hear the end of that story." He loves the amusement and innuendo riding the rough tone of her voice.
"Is that a complaint?"
"Absolutely not."
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Cam trudges down the hall toward the beeping computer screen. She's surprised that she fell asleep. She's usually a night owl but tonight she dozed off in the middle of some movie about a bank robbery. She taps her keyboard and the screen jumps to life. She wonders what Dr. Brennan was doing at the observatory for so long. She'll have to remember to ask her if she's working on any side projects. Glancing at the screen she sees that there's been no activity in the offices at the Jeffersonian so she assumes that Temperance has called it a day and is headed home.
Now all she has to do is figure out where the hell Seeley has been all weekend. For a moment she toys with the idea of getting dressed and driving by his house. He said he had plans. He said he was seeing someone. He told her he wasn't going to be home so he must be at the house of this other woman. Her mind goes back to the phone call and the sound of him with his unknown partner. She was sure it was Brennan but if he's with a woman tonight and Brennan is alone then that would mean he's seeing two women at the same time. If he's seeing two women then why isn't she one of them? He told her he would never do that and that he's serious about his current partner. Could he be that deceitful? Are they both deceiving her? She shakes her head and pushes down the anger building within her. She'll have her answers soon enough.
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When Temperance emerges from the bathroom Seeley is already changed into a pair of well worn black sweats and a grey t-shirt. She has pulled on dark green sweats and a long sleeve shirt with a picture of Einstein sticking out his tongue out on the front of it. Seeley chuckles when he sees it and watches her brush her hair and then retrieve a pair of socks. He can tell that she's still chilled so he goes into her kitchen and puts milk on the stove to make them some hot chocolate.
He has just poured the steaming liquid into mugs when her arms slide around his waist. Her willingness to be physical with him in these small ways still astounds him. It means the world to him that she comes to him like this after having kept him at arms length for so long. He turns in her embrace and hugs her in return.
"Mmmm, hot chocolate is perfect, I'm still cold." He smiles and pulls away to hand her a mug. She wraps her fingers around it to get them warm and heads to the sofa with Seeley right behind her. He puts his arm around her and she leans into him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I wanted to thank you for today. It was a perfect day from the balloon ride to the food and the range. I had a wonderful time."
"But did you have fun?" She thinks about it and really there isn't any doubt for her, it was more fun than she's had in a long time.
"Yes, it was definitely fun. It's been a long time since I've had a day that didn't include some form of work obligation." She sips her chocolate and marvels at how comfortable she feels just being near him.
"What are your plans for tomorrow? I know you have some work to do but I was hoping we could spend part of the day together." She's so relaxed that she actually doesn't want to think about doing work at the moment. It occurs to her that this is how most people must define their lives, between work and play. She has never really taken this kind of time for herself and she's always enjoyed her work so her life has always been a grey zone. Even with all her compartmentalizing she didn't make a place in her life for just living.
"I wanted to get up and go to the farmer's market and then get some breakfast. You're welcome to come with me. After that I have some time. What did you have in mind?" She's suddenly glad that they have one more day to the weekend. For the first time in her adult life she's dreading Monday and the close to their weekend together.
"Nothing elaborate, I thought we might take a picnic out to the park and do some hiking. There won't be too many days left that we can spend outside before it's too cold to enjoy. I also want to call a friend in the morning and see if we still have enough of a season left to fit in that skydiving. We'll need to book it as soon as possible."
"I'd love to do a hike and a picnic but I'm not sure we'll be able to go. Did you check the weather? I thought we were supposed to get rain tomorrow." He's running his fingertips down her arm and she notes that she isn't in a panic. They're sitting here making plans to spend more time together and she didn't even stop to consider saying no so she could work. She feels him shift beneath her and watches him punch some buttons on his phone. She drinks some more of her chocolate and smiles to herself. She doesn't feel any anxiety what so ever. She feels him return the phone to his pocket and reach to pick up his mug.
"You're right it looks like we're going to have to change plans to an elaborate home made meal and a movie. How's that sound to you?" His touch and his voice are both soothing and arousing. She finishes her drink and reaches over and sets it on the end table before settling back against him and smiling as he resumes his touch.
"I think that sounds wonderful but who's doing the cooking of this elaborate home made meal?" He chuckles and the deep vibration of it stirs the first embers of yearning within her.
"We can do it together if you like or I can cook if you need to get some work done." She wonders if life is really this easy, simple flowing conversation about their plans from one day to the next. Sitting here with him it seems so much less complicate than she ever imagined it would be.
"I'll have to check my messages and see what's piled up in there in the last two days but I should at least be able to help with part of it." He sets down his mug and pulls her tighter against him.
"Are you feeling any warmer?" His hand has moved to her hair, his fingers sliding through and rubbing her scalp.
"Yes, and I believe you have a story to finish." She slides her leg over his and turns herself until she's straddling his lap. He is transfixed by how bright her eyes are even in the dim light. "Let's see, you had just checked me for weapons and we were kissing." She leans in and brushes her lips over his and then sucks softly on his bottom lip before opening her mouth to him.
She yelps in surprise as he holds her and stands. "I did a preliminary search for weapons but now that I've found that gun I think a strip search is in order…"
She laughs and clenches her thighs around his hips as he carries her down the hall toward the bedroom.
Tbc…