Bathing Beauty Chapter 15
A/N: This is a light chapter, a relationship chapter so to speak. Thanks for reading and as always comments are appreciated.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just on loan.
They had been on the road about ten minutes when Temperance realizes that this is something they have never done. Every time they have ever gone somewhere it's been tied to work. Even when they have dinner together it's after a long day on a tough case. She hasn't climbed into his truck to just go somewhere that had no threads what so ever to their jobs. That would be what makes this a date, going somewhere with him just for the fun of it. It's almost more shocking to her that she's going on a date with him than it was to have sex with him. She starts to chuckle at her own thoughts and he looks over at her questioningly.
"What is so entertaining?" He's smiling just being out with her.
"I just realized we're on a date." She's laughing which he takes as a good sign but he does wonder sometimes how a woman so incredibly bright can completely miss the obvious.
"Well I was trying to sneak that in without you noticing but now that you know I guess I can't hide it anymore. Temperance you are officially on a date with me, I believe it technically started as soon as you got into the truck." He's trying to use a serious voice but the laughter he can't contain is seeping into his words.
She sobers up a little and looks over at him. "Does this mean that last week you were just using me for sex?" Her expression becomes blank and he's immediately horrified.
"NO, I mean…I just…no, that's not at all what happened…I…" He stops his floundering as her laughter fills the car. She had him, completely and totally had him. He shakes his head, smiling now. "Oh I see how it is, first you lie to Cam and now you're pulling my leg. It's amazing how quickly you're learning not to always be brutally honest."
"Hey, you're the one that started all this; they don't need to know exactly how the person died Bones, try a little finesse when you're asking questions, omitting information isn't the same as lying…you've taught me well Booth."
"I didn't know then that you were such a quick study or I might have kept some things to myself. It never occurred to me that you would use them against me. I've created a monster." He uses his best mad doctor voice at the end but he's lost her with that one. "Haven't you ever seen any of the Frankenstein movies? They were filled with science stuff; it would have been right up your alley."
"Booth, the ability to reanimate a living thing doesn't exist, in science or any other realm. What little I recall of the Frankenstein story was a far cry from science. It was a horror movie based on more fantasy than reality and the few times Russ tried to get me to watch it I just became frustrated." Her voice has tightened with the memory of Russ even thinking she'd be entertained by something so ridiculous.
"Ahh, there's the woman I know and love." There is a slightly awkward pause even though he's smiling as the word love hangs between them. He has been feeling it for a long time, but saying it still makes him pause. He's so used to censoring what he says to her.
"First you compare me to Frankenstein and then you taunt me about my lack of interest in mindless pop culture? If this is how you are on a date I can see why you've had some problems." She's suppressing a smile.
"Hey now, I didn't have any problems with women. I did go out with some women that had problems though." He laughs, clearly entertained by his own cleverness. "For the record, I was quoting the movie to compare myself to the mad doctor, not to compare you to Frankenstein. As for the pop culture, well, I'll probably always have a little fun with that."
"The doctor role doesn't fit but the mad part certainly works." She laughing now and he exaggerates a wounded expression.
He relaxes then and takes her hand, "I can't be all that bad on a date. I don't know when I've seen you smile so much."
"It's all those endorphins from the sex."
"I'm hurt, I thought it was the pleasure of my company, my charming smile and amusing wit that had you so entertained." He squeezes her hand gently and she returns the gesture.
"Well, maybe a little but I told you a long time ago that your charming smile doesn't work on me." He glances over at her and they have matching grins.
"I can assure you that yours works on me." His tone has softened and she turns her gaze to the changing landscape.
"I don't have a smile that charms people Booth, that's your department."
"HA! You do so. You almost charmed that pants right off those guys in Vegas when you were being Roxie. You may not always use it but you definitely have it." She's blushing now, remembering Vegas. It's seems that whole trip was coated in an extra layer of heat.
"Where are we going again?" She shifts the subject, not wanting to linger in the past when she is so enjoying the present.
"Slick Bones, very slick. I never told you where we were going, but we're almost there." As he speaks they turn onto a dirt road with trees tightly lining both sides and she starts to pay closer attention. Just a moment later the trees give way on the left and there is a rolling expanse of open land. She sees a truck and then it all comes together for her. Past the truck, out in the field is a large hot air balloon already filled and waiting.
He watches her eyes grow wide and the smile slip across her face as it dawns on her what they're going to do. She turns to him with a look of excitement that lights up her face in a way he rarely gets to experience. "Are we going up to tour the city?"
He nods, grinning like a fool over her reaction. He had been apprehensive when making the plans, wondering how she would react to the idea of it. It had never come up between them so he was unsure if she would be afraid or excited by the prospect. In the end he deduced that her adventurous spirit had taken her half way around the world on digs so this would be acceptable to her. In actuality it makes him a little nervous to think about being that high in the air in a basket but he isn't about to let her know it. She's wrapping a scarf around her neck and gathering her bag and gloves as he brings the truck to a stop near the other vehicle. She exits the car immediately and walks over to the balloon. Seeley approaches a man with a full head of grey hair that is about his height but built on the slimmer side. She watches the men shake hands and begin to talk before turning back to the balloon. Its size and color are magnificent and she can feel a slight vibration from the roaring heating unit. She's so engrossed that she jumps when Booth touches her arm.
"Dr. Temperance Brennan, this is Ed Sanderson." She smiles and shakes his hand.
"It's nice to meet you. I was just admiring your balloon, it's so beautiful." She pushes her hands into her pockets, unsure of where to put them. Seeley recognizes the familiar habit and smiles.
"Have you ever been up before?" His voice is low but has a flat twang in it and she's thinking he may have originally been from Texas.
"Actually no, I've always wanted to try it but never got around to it. How long have you been ballooning?"
Seeley watches the friendly exchange amazed at how relaxed she is as she chats with Ed, occasionally eyeing the balloon. After just a few moments they're climbing into the basket and launching into the air. Ed speaks on a hand set to his crew on the ground until they're well above the tree line. At some point Booth has taken her hand and she's surprised that she doesn't know when. She has the sensation that she's floating more than flying, her stomach flutters. She's surprised by several things, first the basket is far larger that she thought it would be and it has a small shelf running along two sides. Second, it's much louder than she imagined when the engine is opened to release more hot air into the balloon to take them higher. The third thing and one she could have figured out if she had given it much thought was that there is so little wind because they're moving the same speed as the air. The fields have given way and Washington D.C. has come into view in the distance. Glimmering on the horizon like a far off OZ the view is breathtaking. She turns to look at Booth and he's staring at her with a look of such tenderness it makes her chest tighten.
He's been watching her, memorizing the sight of her with her eyes wide in awe and a look that he thinks may be simple joy on her face. She looks so stunning he becomes lost in her face and sees her for maybe the first time as just Temperance. Her past, her science, her demons all seem to have been left on the ground and she's fully immersed in this moment with him. He wants to touch her, wishing suddenly that they could be alone and that the balloon would magically fly itself. When she turns to look at him her eyes are so clear and bright it sends a charge burning down to his penis. He sucks in a breath and holds it, trying to suppress the erection her look has brought to life.
He pulls off the backpack to try to distract himself and begins unzipping and removing items from inside. He opens a thermos and fills a tall mug before handing it to her and then filling one for himself. The scent hits her before he ever puts the cup in her hands and she smiles.
"Hot chocolate, I think you just made this the perfect morning." He laughs softly and stands back by her side. She can see the desire on his face now and her smile widens. "What are you thinking about right now Seeley?"
He steps behind her so he's looking out over her shoulder and leans down next to her ear. "About how amazing it would be to be buried deep inside you right now. Just like this, up against the side while the world moves underneath us." He has been standing just behind her but as he speaks she keeps pressing back into him until her ass is nestled firmly against his bulging jeans. He can feel the shift in her, the need coming to life. She leans back so she can whisper to him.
"I want you too Seeley. How soon do you think we can make that happen?" He glances over the side as though he's considering a jump and she laughs warmly.
"It looks like we at least have to wait until we get back on the ground." He turns his head, tucks his chin into her scarf and kisses her on the side of the neck.
As the balloon begins to move over buildings she points to the left of the horizon. "Look, there's downtown, I can see the White House." She's speaking like a tourist but the entire time she's shifting her hips, rubbing herself against his now aching penis. Ed turns sideways in his seat, looking at a small monitor in one hand and speaking into a black microphone in his other. He leans over to check the propane tanks tucked in the corner before turning his attention on them.
"Okay, Let the tour begin! We are now approaching downtown Washington D.C., the most visible landmark being the Washington monument…" Seeley feels her chuckle as Ed's voice bounces around them, naming all of the famous sites in their city. Seeley finishes his hot chocolate and steps away from her to tuck his mug back in the bag. As he leans back against her he slips his arm back around her waist and she points down to the Jeffersonian.
Ed is quite funny and very knowledgeable about the history of the city and its landmarks. When they approach the Jeffersonian he describes it as the place of employment of the famous author and forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan. She laughs and turns to him, nodding her head in acknowledgement and mouthing thank you. It's his next sentence that catches her attention. His history of the airport includes the fact that Agent Booth picked her up there after she was detained for carrying human remains. How he had arranged the meeting to put them together for their first active case. When she turns this time it's all the way around to face Seeley. Ed is announcing their numerous ties to the F.B.I. building as she sets down her mug and slips her arms around his neck. Her lips are gentle, teasing against his. He feels her whisper of thanks more than he hears it.
She wants to kiss him, to suck his bottom lip between her own and taste it before sliding her tongue into him. Its Ed's presence that holds her back, he's still giving his presentation and Temperance knows if she starts to kiss Seeley now, she won't be able to stop. She has been almost painfully aroused since he whispered in her ear when the tour began. Ed has paused and she turns back to the rail on the side smiling and blushing. She watches the city she loves beneath the clear blue sky while Ed resumes his history of their lives.
She didn't realize they had been so many places and done so many things together. As Ed narrates their tour, mentioning places in relation to their time together, Temperance is doing a mental narration of her own. They float over Wong Foos Restaurant where she first realized how much she trusted Seeley and gave him her parent's case file. The Diner where she coaxed him inside to celebrate Zach's doctorate after telling him she wasn't meant to have a family. They drift over Arlington National cemetery where she tried to comfort him with a gentle hand while he briefly told her about the difficulty of his sniper years. The courthouse where he gave the attorney her personal information to use against her on the stand comes into view. Although it allowed them to beat Michael Stires testimony, the building gives her mixed feelings. She understood why Booth had done it and wasn't angry, she was actually glad he had chosen to protect the best interest of the victim but it still hurt. The shooting range where she watched him draw his gun and shoot after he thought she was gone. All the heat in her body had compressed between her legs and she had to consciously force herself to walk away. She had buried that memory of him in a deep corner of her mind and only allowed herself to visit it during the dark of night.
Temperance shakes her head to dislodge her thoughts and stares once again at the landscape below. Ed's voice comes back into focus and she hears him reference Angela's apartment. She laugh's at the image of Angela fussing about her apartment as they fly overhead. Seeley's chin nestles into the side of her neck as he kisses her ear and it's just then that she notices his hand has made its way under both her shirts to her abdomen. The cold air of the morning seeps around his hand and along her skin. He strokes his fingers over her skin, tracing the edge of her jeans. The pulse of desire causes her to clench her thighs, her hips automatically tipping slightly back toward him.
She turns her head and leans it against his shoulder so she can speak softly to him again. "Seeley if you keep touching me Ed is going to find out a whole lot more about us than he already knows." His laughter is rich and warm and only makes her want him more. Ed tells them that he has to change their altitude so he can catch an air current back toward their cars. The change brings colder air and Temperance pulls out her gloves and does up her coat as she watches the city below recede to just the impression of one. Seeley is handing her more hot chocolate and she's grateful for the warmth it provides her hands. She thinks about the last few days with him, about how the wind coaxed the words of love from her. She feels comfortable up here in the open sky where all her emotions have endless room to expand. Maybe it's the thin air or the cold but up here she can think of loving him without the panic taking hold.
She turns slightly to look at him. He's leaning forward, his arms resting on the worn leather bound edge of the basket as he scans the ground. She lets herself take in the look of him, his dark hair tousled, his cheeks red from the cold, his strong jaw and slight smile. He's a very handsome man by any standards and she knows what a remarkable body comes with those looks. She thinks about how happy she is at this moment and how strange that feeling is to her. A month ago if anyone had asked her she would have said she was fairly happy, at least as much as most people. She feels a great sense of satisfaction from her job and after starting at the Jeffersonian a sense of contentment had settled over her. But happy? She doesn't think she's been really happy in a long time, so long in fact that the feeling is uncomfortable for her. It makes her afraid that if she allows herself to be happy again she's just setting herself up to lose it again and she isn't sure she can survive that twice. She realizes that she has spiraled into self analyzation and psychology, the two things she finds most annoying. She pulls herself toward the side and mimics Seeley's stance next to him, taking in the view. She tilts her face into the sharp sting of cold air and lets it distract her. She slides her arm through Seeley's and he turns and wraps it around her instead.
She's changing, this relationship is changing her and she can feel it as surely as cells dividing under her microscope. Ironically it feels just as deep, cellular in nature. Two weeks ago she would have been uncomfortable about a stranger knowing details of even her professional life with Booth, much less her personal one. Today it was only a momentary flash in her brain that burst and was gone when she realized he had made the tour personal. She nuzzles her head further into his neck, seeking the warmth of him and he tightens his arm around her. Her body still holds a dull ache from all their recent activity and still she feels her desire for him gather. She hears a click and a hum and turns in time to see Ed smiling behind a camera. They both turn and smile at him and he snaps a photo of the two of them against the crystalline sky.
The fields where they're parked come into view and they drift over them, dropping into another wind current to be carried back until they are close enough to set down. The landing is surprisingly gentle, ending with just a soft thud as they settle back onto the ground.
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Cam comes to a sudden stop in the parking garage and sits for a long moment staring at the small sports car that she knows belongs to Dr. Brennan. She wishes now she had thought to stop by the office and pick up her reports so she could knock on the door under the pretence of needing an explanation or signature. Now she's left with no excuse and the car being here doesn't really confirm whether or not Temperance actually left her home. Cam has circled the parking structure twice and is certain that Seeley's car is not here. The circumstances still leave room for the possibility that they are together, spending the day somewhere.
After sitting for another few moments, she suddenly starts laughing. Her demons have gotten the better of her today. She's actually stalking Booth trying to find out if he's seeing Dr. Brennan, or anyone else for that matter. She knows this isn't just about Booth, she doesn't like being the last to know things that concern her. If they're sneaking around and making a fool of her she's going to do everything in her power to make them pay for it. She tries once again to recall the exact sounds she heard on the phone and wonders if she was wrong about it being Brennan. Second guessing always frustrates her; she likes a nice clean controlled answer. She decides to at least be prepared the next time.
The sharp knock on her window startles her out of her thoughts and a small cry escapes her. She blinks slowly and cracks the window, placing her hand over her pounding heart.
"Officer you scared me half to death. How can I help you?" She looks at the man in the dark blue security uniform but he doesn't return her smile.
"Are you having some kind of a problem Ms. Saroyan?" He is calm and still, an older man, probably in his fifties that looks a lot like Dennis Hopper in a bad mood. It's immediately obvious that he takes his job very seriously.
"No, it's Dr. Saroyan, I work with Dr. Brennan at the Jeffersonian and came by to see if she was home but she doesn't seem to be here and I guess I just got lost in thought. How do you know my name?" She leaves the window cracked, suddenly a little uncomfortable with the situation. She glances at his name tag, George Hollander. It may turn out that she needs to know this guys name.
"I checked on your plate from the surveillance camera. This is a secure building and we follow up on anything suspicious. May I see some identification please?"
She's trying to be nice but is now irritated by his asking for an i.d. She pulls her wallet and produces her license, feeding it through the small opening. He looks at it for a moment and hands it back to her.
"Thank you Dr. Saroyan. You can follow the exit signs out of the garage and enjoy the rest of your day." He taps the side of the car as though nudging it out of the building and Cam can feel her anger rise. In the end she just pulls away, watching George get smaller in her rear view mirror. She decides that she needs to get control of this situation; she can't just follow the two of them around and hope she sees something. She doubts Brennan is into public displays of affection anyway. As she pulls onto the street she decides that a visit to a friend of hers that sells surveillance equipment is in order.
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Seeley looks over at Temperance, although he's comfortable in the silence he's aware that too much time to think is almost always dangerous for her.
"Hey, you've been quiet since the balloon turned and brought us back to the field. Is everything alright?" He glances over in time to see her smile and he immediately feels better.
"Everything is fine; more than fine really, it's been a remarkable morning. I loved the balloon ride; I'd like to do it again sometime. I've just been thinking about us."
"Thinking good things about us or brooding over possible bad things?" He keeps it light and teasing but the question makes him nervous.
She flashes him a side glance and fidgets in her seat. "Last night I was lying next to you and I remembered something my mother said when I was little, seven or so. She had told me that love was like the wind, something you couldn't see or control but something you could feel. She made it logical, tangible so I could understand it and accept it." She pauses, her eyes steady on the glass of the window, not beyond. He knows she's struggling with the memory and what it means. She sighs deeply beside him. "This thing between us has been so intense that is seemed to culminate with the storm last night. All those feelings whipping around, well you know what happened."
Yes he did know and thinking about it made his thigh twitch, his mouth dry, his chest ache and his pulse race. As the next question came to him he clenched his jaw, bracing himself, afraid of what her answer may be. "Do you regret it?"
She knows what he's asking without elaboration. "No, why would I regret it? It's true." She pauses, a flush coloring her cheeks. "I'm just not used to it and I wanted you to know. Isn't that what people in relationships do? I thought…"
"You're right Temperance, that's exactly what people in relationships do." He sees the relief on her face, negotiating this new role has made her look vulnerable and unsure of herself in a way that's new to him. He reaches over and squeezes her hand, wishing that he wasn't driving so he could take her in his arms. It occurs to him that maybe that's why their having this conversation in the car, because it's easier for her to not look at him and that's okay. "You're doing great Bones. You know, more often than not you get it right."
"You didn't always feel that way. You used to tell me all the time not to say what I thought because it offended people."
"Now, I never said it offended them, just that it hurt their feelings. Look, you're a very bright woman and a very creative writer and you just didn't realize how graphic the images were that you presented to people. You're strong, you deal with those images every day but to other people it's shocking." When he looks over at her she's smiling.
"As much as I hate psychology I still believe this is called selective memory. I recall you being quite offended when I told you Jesus was a zombie." He knows she smirking in that triumphant squinty way and he notes her crossing her arms as she does when punctuating her point.
"Bones, I thought we agreed to leave religion and Jesus out of our conversations. He was not a zombie. We should change the subject. I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer with the first thing that comes to mind." He's very pleased with himself for having thought of this game.
"Booth you know I hate psychology. What kind of questions are they?" Her suspicion is obvious in her tone.
"Just play, it's a questionnaire from a television show. There are only ten questions. We'll both do it and by then we'll almost be at our lunch destination." He's using his cajoling voice, soft and pleading. She won't admit it to him but she'd give him anything when he speaks to her in that voice. He uses it in bed, in the beginning when his hands and mouth are everywhere. When he's inside her it's another voice, deeper, rougher, born from the urge to moan. She has to stop. Everything she thinks about shouldn't lead her back to thoughts of sex with him.
"Uh Bones, are you with me?"
"Yes, fine, let's play. What's the first question?" She wants to move on before he notices the change in her, before he asks her what's on her mind.
"What's your favorite word?" He's genuinely curious in what her answers are going to be.
"Empirical." She answers with a swift confidence that surprises him.
"What's your least favorite word?"
"Faith. I know these questions, they've been credited to a French series, "Bouillon de Culture" hosted by Bernard Pivot, but that's not actually their origin. They appeared earlier as The Proust Questionnaire because he used them throughout his life. Actually we know from history that Marcel was at the birthday party of a 13-year-old friend and was asked to answer the questions in a birthday book. Proust did not write the questionnaire; he is simply the most extraordinary person to respond to it. We actually don't know who originated it." Her eyes have lit up in recognition, "I've never taken the time to answer them myself. How did you learn about them?" She can't believe he watched the French talk show so she's confused.
"Okay, you lost me at the French stuff but I know the questions from a show called Inside the Actors Studio although the host does credit the questions to that Bernard guy you mentioned." He pauses, his mind bouncing all over the place. Her answer of faith shocked him and he suppressed the urge to argue with her about it. While his mind was still reeling she said something with a French accent and his penis pulsed. He can hardly keep up with her today so many thoughts and impulses are bouncing around his brain, his heart and his dick. She's excited and animated now that she knows what the game entails and he loves her like this. "Let's see, we were on the third question. What turns you on?" He can not control the lewd grin that widens immediately on his face.
"Your hands…and…and justice. I like when we catch the bad guys." She's stumbling and astounded that after all this time he can still make her lose her bearings. His hands, the answer flew from her mouth and the truth of it makes her flush. His smile makes her warm and his eyes can cause her blood to boil and churn between her legs. Even with all that, it's his hands that do the amazing thing. They cross that space between them, set a scorching fire rushing along her skin and urge her closer to him so the rest of him can claim her. "Don't say anything Seeley; we'll talk about both of our answers over lunch, until then, no questions."
Speak? Does she really think he can speak? Her answer coupled with the almost shy look has both his heads nodding in her direction. He clears his throat and concentrates on the road. He tries to remember what question he's supposed to ask next and then it comes to him. It's the opposite of the previous question. "What turns you off?" His voice is still thick with emotion.
"Pshchiatrists." This brings a chuckle from him.
"What sound or noise do you love?"
"Percolating coffee." She barely smiles, her eyes fix on nothing in particular.
"What sound or noise do you hate?"
"Squeeling tires." It's killing him not asking her about each of her answers
"Whats your favorite curse word?"
"Fuck." She says it softly and it's intentional. She watches his knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on the wheel. He's looking straight ahead now but is aware of her eyes on him, moving down and lingering on the bulge in his pants. He adjusts slightly in his seat trying to compensate for the tightness and decides to just keep going with the questions in hopes of being okay by the time they reach the restaurant.
"What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?"
"Astronaut."
"What profession would you not like to do?"
"Accountant."
"If heaven exists, what do you want to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates?"
"The pearly gates? Are you serious?" She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
"Just play along Temperance."
"Your mother's waiting right over here…" He expected her to have to think about this question so her sudden answer stuns him and the longing in it slices through him. "Okay Booth, it's your turn. What's your favorite word?"
"Ice cream truck."
She starts laughing, "you're supposed to be serious and besides, that's more than one word."
"Okay, honesty." She lifts her brow and looks at him but doesn't comment on his answer this time.
"What's your least favorite word?"
"Child abuse." She knows its two words but doesn't correct him this time because she also knows it's a truthful answer.
"What turns you on?" She tries to keep her voice even but it still comes out deeper than normal.
"Well apparently bathrooms." They both start laughing. She looks at him for a moment as though she's waiting for something. "What? I'm leaving that as my answer."
Shaking her head she continues, "What turns you off?"
"A not guilty verdict on a technicality."
"What's your favorite sound?"
"This is an easy one, Parker laughing."
"What's your least favorite sound?"
"The safety on my sniper rifle being released." She stills next to him as all the things that answer means sink into her thoughts.
"What profession, other than your own would you like to attempt?"
"A race car driver."
"What profession would you not like to attempt?"
"A ballet dancer, I don't look good in tights. No wait, I want to change that to gynecologist." He see's her looking at him, poised to comment. "Remember, no discussion until we're at lunch."
"What's your favorite curse word?"
"Under my breath it's mother fucker."
"If heaven exists, what do you want to hear God say when you arrive?"
"You're forgiven." The car falls silent and he's grateful that they're turning into the parking lot of the restaurant. He couldn't have timed it better if he had tried. He didn't expect the simple game to reveal so much about them. He wants to talk to her but he decides to wait until they're settled at the table.
The small bistro type restaurant is on the north edge of the city and Temperance has never been to it. Its ivory exterior with painted climbing vines is reminiscent of small town Europe. She feels like they could be in Europe, miles and miles from home. As they approach the building he takes her hand and for the first time it feels completely natural to her. They opt for a table on the back deck near the fire pit so they can stay warm and still enjoy the beautiful day. He pulls his chair around so they're sitting next to each other.
She watches him when she should be reading the menu. Her desire spreads slowly into her limbs. His answers move through her thoughts, so inclusive of all aspects of him, all the reasons she loves him. Her hand slides onto his thigh as she leans toward his ear, "so bathrooms, huh?"
tbc…
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I know it's sort of an odd place to stop but I had to pick a place because this was becoming a monster chapter. More will come. Hope you enjoyed a bit of relationship building, don't worry we'll be back to serious smut in the next chapter. Thanks for reading.