Sabbaticals - 8 weeks
Two weeks later, Booth had the day off and was wandering around the small nearby village when he noticed a beautiful woman with long blonde hair standing next to the fountain in the small town square. She was arguing with a large man who had a menacing look on his face. Booth waited next to a building on the square to try to determine if she needed help. He heard her shouting, "No! No!" as the man grabbed her arm, and he quickly walked up to her. "Darling, I'm so sorry I'm late. Is there a problem here?" She looked into his eyes and he could see that she was relieved at his approach. She snatched her arm from the man's grip. "No, I'm fine dear. Let's get out of here." She took his arm and he quickly moved her down one of the many small lanes that led away from the square.
He took her hand and weaved them down a couple of the different narrow lanes, turning right, left, right, just to make sure they weren't followed. He finally stopped and asked if she was okay, and she nodded her head. "I'm so thankful you arrived when you did. I thought that meeting him in such a public place would assure my safety, but I was starting to question my decision."
Just then, shots rang out from the direction of the square. And then more and more shots, and Booth knew that some kind of battle was taking place. This was not surprising because it happened often in this village with rival tribes battling it out in the square. When he was in uniform and on patrol with other soldiers, they of course carried their large weapons in full view. Just their presence in the village usually forestalled any gunplay. But there had been a few times that things got sideways and they had to get into the battle. When they went into town during off hours, they just wore t-shirts with their camouflage tactical pants. They were all required to strap a revolver on their ankle - hidden so as not to intimidate, but available if they needed it.
He grabbed her hand. "Let's get as far away from the square as we can." He led her down more and more of the lanes, until they reached a tall wooden fence. The back side of the village had the wooden fence separating the village from the desert beyond. But he knew the locations of a couple of gates and led her to one of them. They stepped out into the open and he looked to his left. Just as he expected, he had chosen the right gate and there was a large, centuries old, fig tree 50 yards off to their left.
It was obvious that no one cared for the old tree, because the leaf covered branches hung down to the ground all the way around the tree - creating a large area to hide in when necessary. All of the soldiers from the camp were aware of the location of the tree and had occasionally used it when they needed (or just wanted) to hide for a few minutes or a few hours.
He parted the branches and pulled her into the hideaway. There wasn't enough room to stand up, but plenty of headroom to kneel on the leafy ground. Gunfire could still be heard in the distance. Their faces were close together and her ice blue eyes stared into his comforting chocolate brown ones. "Are we safe here?" He assured her that they were. They were both panting from the dash out of the village and before they could even think about what was happening, their lips crashed into each other.
It was immediately a wild coming together. They both led into the kiss with open mouths, and their tongues battled ferociously. Her hands went to his waist and traveled up his bare back under his untucked t-shirt. As her hands roamed his back and she felt the power in his shoulders, he began easing her down onto her back. He sat up and pulled his shirt off and he saw the intense desire in her eyes at the sight of his bare torso. He started lowering his upper body to her and reached down to unbutton her blouse. When he saw that her bra had a front closure, he looked up and they smiled at each other. He quickly opened the front of the bra and immediately closed his lips on her left nipple, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue.
He could hear her moans, and he lavished great attention on both of her breasts, while her hands roamed further south. Her right hand slipped into his pants and wrapped itself around his length and her left hand reached into the back of his pants to cup his bare behind and pull him even closer to her. He sat up on his knees and unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and moved away so he could pull them and her underwear completely from her body. When he realized that her bare ass would be on the rotting leaves, he grabbed his discarded t-shirt and slid it under her. She smiled up at him. "What a gentleman."
She reached up and slid his pants and underwear down to his knees and he laughed when he saw her lick her lips at the sight of his fully erect penis. He took a second to reach down and unbuckle the revolver from his ankle and set it aside within reach if he needed it.
While still kneeling between her spread legs, he reached his upturned hand toward her and checked between her folds to determine her readiness. He found her sopping wet, so he inserted two fingers and began to push his fingers in and out of her while his thumb massaged her clit. "Oh my God! Oh please - I need more than that right now." She spoke in a low, sexy voice. "I need you to fuck my brains out." He withdrew his fingers and came down on top of her and licked the taste of her off his fingers. He leaned down and kissed her wildly, inserting his tongue into her so she could taste herself, and they both savored the taste. "Oh God, yes." She reached down and clasped his buttocks to bring him even closer against her and could feel him right at her entrance.
He positioned himself and slammed into her right to the hilt. They were both at such a fever pitch that there was no taking things slowly, no teasing, no playing. That was the norm with Booth - he had always had fun with his sexual encounters. Laughing, playing, teasing, and only getting down to the serious stuff when they were both getting close to unraveling. But this was different. This was pure lust. She wanted him to fuck her brains out? Oh, he would certainly accommodate her request. He pounded into her over and over taking long, hard strokes. Then he reached down and pulled her hips up to change the angle and used his hips to spread her legs even further apart. It allowed him to go even deeper and he heard and felt her gasp. They were both sweating, panting, moaning, grunting loudly. As he continued to slam into her, she met him stroke for stroke. It was so wild and out of control that it didn't last long and she exploded first. The contractions of her inner muscles sent him hurtling over the edge. He gently let her hips back down to the ground and collapsed on top of her, his penis still imbedded in her while her spasms milked him dry.
Neither one had the strength to move for several minutes, but then Booth realized he was probably crushing her. So he began to lever himself up and heard and felt the suction as his penis pulled from her. He saw the look on her face as it happened, almost a mixture of pleasure and pain. He sat back on his haunches, and she lifted her arms to have him pull her up to a sitting position. He pulled up his pants and helped her on with hers, but she didn't bother to cover her breasts. He suspected she did it on purpose so he could enjoy the sight of them a little longer. Little did she know how long it had been for him.
She reached out her right hand. "Hannah Burley, Journalist." He laughed, realizing all of a sudden that they had never introduced themselves. "Sergeant Major Seeley Booth." She raised her eyebrows. "Oohhh. Not just a grunt. Someone in charge." She looked down at his now fully clothed crotch. "Large and in charge." Her eyes twinkled and it brought a slight blush to his face. "Seeley Booth, I hope this won't be a one-off because, not only do you have a gorgeous penis, but it seems like you really know how to use it." Booth started to sputter. "Well, I'm not…." He dropped his voice very low. "I think there is a lot more of you that I would love to explore." She leaned in and they shared a long, sensuous kiss as he fondled her still uncovered breasts.
He glanced at his watch and told her they really needed to get started back to camp so they would make it there before dark. He helped her finish dressing and then grabbed his pistol and holstered it back onto his ankle. When he picked up his t-shirt, they both started laughing when he realized the consequences of using it to cushion her. There was a very large round stain covering most of the front of the shirt. It was the mingling of the fluids from their wild coupling. She raised an eyebrow. "Do you sometimes come back into camp with dirt on your shirt?" He chuckled. "More often than not." She took the shirt, grabbed a handful of the decomposing leaves, and rubbed them all over the front of the shirt, loosening the fluids and leaving behind mud and dirt. "There, now it's just dirty instead of…" She raised an eyebrow for emphasis. He shook his head, laughed, and pulled it on. "Perfect."
They made their way out from under the tree and headed out across the desert, skirting the village and heading straight for the camp - about a 20 minute walk. About 5 minutes into the walk, she looked up at him. "So, when do you have another afternoon free?" He thought for a second. "Sunday afternoon." She smiled up at him. "I'm available Sunday afternoon. Why don't we meet under the tree again? This time we can bring a blanket and some food and maybe some wine if you can get a bottle? I'm sure you have ways to find one?" He nodded. "Oh yeah. I have ways." A big grin broke across his face. They decided that he would obtain the wine, she would bring the blanket, and they each would bring some snacks and meet under the tree at noon on Sunday.
When they were in sight of the camp, but still out of sight of the guards at the gate, he stopped and pulled her to him. "We can't do this once we're at the camp. They know that it happens all the time, but they don't want to see it." She wrapped her arms around his neck and they shared a long kiss that held the promise of so much more very soon. After entering the camp, they walked together to the area where the mess tent sat and then parted because their quarters were on either end of the camp. "Sunday." "Sunday." She gave him a coquettish leer, turned around, and walked away from him. He walked quickly to his quarters so no one would notice that she had made him hard again. Thank goodness for the roomy tactical pants soldiers wore every day.
