Sabbaticals - 28 weeks
Brennan's flight had just landed at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. As the plane taxied toward the terminal, she pulled out her phone to check on Booth's flight from Germany. He was scheduled to land thirty minutes after her flight, and it appeared to be on time. She knew they would both be going through the large immigration hall packed with travelers, so her plan was to wait outside the exit doors since she expected to get through first. As she weaved way through the rope lines, she smiled remembering the short video call they had the previous day. It was their normal Wednesday call, but she was partway to Paris by then and on a layover in Jakarta. They decided to check in and make sure everything was on schedule. When Booth's face appeared on her screen, she started crying because he was holding up a small piece of paper that simply said, "1". And now, it was the next day and it was "0". But no video calls, no little pieces of paper. They would be in each other's arms within the hour.
When she exited immigration, she wandered across the concourse, deciding to have a seat and watch for him to exit the room she had just left. She was only halfway to the seating area when she heard his voice. "Bones!" Startled, she turned around. There he was, about 100 feet away from her. He was dressed in full military fatigues and had a large, olive green duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He always looked so good, so handsome on their video calls, but in person he took her breath away. She had forgotten how solid he was. He looked like a Greek God.
She started to walk briskly toward him and he matched her speed. When they got to each other, the duffel bag fell to the floor, her rolling suitcase fell over, and they crashed into each other. His arms around her shoulders felt like a vice grip, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she was in his arms. Her arms had wrapped around his lower back and she held on for dear life. She buried her face in his chest and he buried his face in her hair. They didn't move, but just kept slightly loosening their grips and then immediately tightening them again.
This went on for several minutes, with both of them craving that first kiss, but not willing to let go. Crowds of people walked around them and smiled at the handsome soldier reuniting with his love. Finally, his arms loosened and he brought his hands up to cup each side of her face. They both had tears streaming down their cheeks. Neither of them said a word as his face descended to experience what they later referred to as their "first real kiss". It was a gentle kiss, full of love and devotion. A few "Ahhhs" could be heard from the travelers passing by, but they heard nothing. It was like they were in an insulated bubble.
They both pulled back and looked deep into each other's eyes. He was awed to see those gorgeous eyes he loved so much in person again. They closed their eyes and their lips crashed into each other again. This time it wasn't gentle or loving. This time it was raw passion. His tongue immediately demanded entrance and she willingly gave it. It was a very long, and very steamy kiss. Most of the travelers passing by continued to appreciate the passionate couple, but a couple of prudish older women tsk tsked as they walked by.
When they finally came up for air, they gave each other a series of sweet kisses - going back again and again for more. Their faces finally separated and they just stared at each other with huge grins on their faces. The noises from the outside world finally penetrated their bubble and they heard a smattering of applause. Both looked around them and their faces reddened in embarrassment. An older woman walking by, placed her hand on Brennan's shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed honey. We're all green with envy over your handsome soldier." As the woman continued down the concourse, they looked at each other and burst out laughing.
He grabbed her around the waist and gave her another soul searing kiss, and then leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Let's get out to the taxi stand." She looked up at him, threw her arms around his torso and hugged him. "Yes, let's."
She reached down and grabbed her fallen suitcase and he picked up his duffel bag. He reached his right hand out toward her and took her free hand in his. They had only separated for a few seconds as they grabbed their bags, but after waiting so long, they craved that physical touch as much as possible. Booth looked down at her carry-on sized roller bag. "Is that your only bag?" She smiled up at him. "Yes. Just enough clothes for our time in Paris. I have a whole closet full waiting for me at home." Suddenly, a puzzled look crossed her face. "How did you get through immigration before I did? Your flight didn't land until well after mine." He looked down at her with a smug smile. "They move military personnel through a whole separate process. I guess there are some perks that come with the job." He shrugged his shoulders. She leaned toward him and bumped shoulders with him. "Well, it's the least they can do."
As they walked through the airport, whenever they had a little open path that didn't require them to dodge onrushing travelers, they looked at each other and smiled. Neither of them could believe they were actually there. Booth told her later that he felt like his insides were buzzing. She gave him the medical explanation - it was adrenaline. He didn't think that was romantic enough - he liked the buzzing description. That made them both smile, because it was the first indication that they were still the same Bones and Booth.
They exited the terminal and headed to the taxi stand. The cab driver popped open the trunk and helped Booth load the two bags. Brennen slid into the back seat and Booth quickly joined her. When the cab driver was seated, Brennan gave him the name of the hotel. "Hotel Plaza Athenee". The driver nodded and started to pull away from the curb. Booth put one arm around her shoulder and wrapped the other one around her waist. He noticed the cab driver glancing at them through his rear view mirror. Booth explained. "Honeymoon" The cab driver smiled widely and gave them a thumbs up. "Oui, oui." As Booth leaned his face toward her, she gave him a chastising look, but didn't complain when his lips crashed into hers.
They barely came up for air during the entire drive into the city. Passionate kisses, followed by sweet, sensuous kisses, followed by tiny little pecks. Booth's arms never let her go the whole time, moving from her back to cupping the back of her head by entangling his hand in her hair. Brennan had inched her hands up onto his chest, just under his camouflage jacket and found a form fitting t-shirt underneath. She took great pleasure in running her hands all over his chest over the t-shirt. It was something she had been itching to do since the day she undressed him in the lab to preserve evidence. That day, she had the pleasure of being able to examine his chest and back visually, and it took a large amount of self control not to touch. Now, in this cab, she had free reign. And he felt as good, nay better, than she had dreamed.
They arrived at the hotel and a porter met the cab and took possession of their bags. They walked toward the reception desk holding hands and the porter followed them with the bags. When Booth told the clerk that they had a reservation for three nights under "Booth", the man pulled their card. "Oh, congratulations sir, madam! Our concierge informed us that he had been in touch with you and you are on your honeymoon!" Brennan looked at him and started to open her mouth. Booth stopped her by grabbing her arm and folding it into his to pull her closer. "Thank you. We're very excited to be in Paris." The clerk checked the computer. "We have upgraded you to one of our Honeymoon Suites. Of course, at no additional charge." Booth looked into Brennan's face and saw her wry smile. "Isn't that great honey?" He turned back to the clerk. "Thank you so much. I'm sure we'll enjoy it."
After finishing up the check-in process, the clerk motioned to the porter. "Henri will take you up to your room and make sure that everything is in order." Booth reached into his pocket, took out a bill, and pressed it into the clerk's hand. "Thank you Charles. I know we'll enjoy our stay here." The couple turned and followed Henri to the elevators. After exiting the elevator at their floor, the couple, arm in arm, lagged behind the porter. Brennan whispered. "How much did you give him?" He whispered back. "50 Euros." She rolled her eyes at him. "He gave us the Honeymoon Suite Bones!" "But we're not on our honeymoon!" "I dare you to dispute that this is not our honeymoon. I plan to prove it to you in the next few minutes." He raised his eyebrows and then he kissed her soundly as they continued down the hall, finally catching up to the porter at the room door.
The suite was everything they could have wanted for a romantic getaway in Paris. Typical Parisian architecture with tall windows dotting the walls. There was a large sitting room with a dining table at the far end. A peek into the bedroom revealed a sumptuous looking king sized bed. The porter showed them several French doors opening out onto a private veranda with stunning views of the city. "I don't think you'll be able to use the veranda so much in December, but it's been unseasonably mild this week, so perhaps you will venture out." Brennan walked over to him. "Thank you Henri." And she slipped a 10 Euro note into his hand.
Booth walked Henri to the door, set the "do not disturb" card on the outside of the door, and then locked it, throwing on all of the safety locks so housekeeping couldn't walk in on them. As he turned away from the door, he was unbuttoning his camouflage jacket. He pulled it off and threw it on the back of the sofa. He walked over to Brennan and gently removed her bulky cardigan jacket and it landed on top of his. He put one arm around her shoulder and the other behind her knees and lifted her up into a bridal carry. She squealed. "Booth!" He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm carrying you across the threshold." At that, he carried her through the doorway and into the bedroom. He set her down at the end of the bed and caressed her with his eyes. She was wearing a button up shirt and cotton trousers. He stood there in his military tactical pants, and his form fitting, olive green t-shirt. The shirt not only showed off his well developed chest, but his arms. Oh, those arms! Brennan thought about how much she loved seeing him in his tailored suits every day when they were working, but it was a shame that he had to hide that body under a suit. Then she realized that it was okay, because she knew what was under those suits. And that was all that mattered now.
Booth reached over and pulled the duvet off the bed, and he took the 3 steps over to her. "Here we are." He started kissing her as he unbuttoned her shirt. She slid her hands down to his waist and pulled the t-shirt from his waistband and then up and over his head. When he had his arms free, he pushed her shirt off her shoulders, and she accommodated him by letting it fall from her arms to the floor behind her. When he saw her purple lace bra, he ran his hands over both breasts and leaned down to take one of her lace covered nipples into his mouth. "Oh, Booth!" She was moaning as she ran her hands up and down his naked back and shoulders.
After giving both nipples his attention, he kneeled down in front of her and unbuttoned, and then unzipped her trousers, pulling them down her legs to reveal matching purple lace panties. He reverently put his face against her mound and could smell her arousal. Since he was occupied down below and she couldn't reach the areas she desired, she reached behind herself and unfastened the lace bra, letting it fall to the floor to join the other items of clothing already there. Booth bent down and took off one of her shoes and socks, and she held onto his shoulders to steady herself. He then moved to the other shoe and sock, and removed her trousers the rest of the way. He stood up and saw those beautiful breasts that he had only seen previously on a computer screen. "Oh, Bones." He lovingly moved his hands over them both while her hands went to the waistband of his pants.
He let go of her and took over, pulling down both his camouflage pants and boxers at the same time, so she put her hands into the waistband of her purple lace panties and eased them down her legs, kicking them off with one foot and they flew across the room. As Booth stood there admiring the vision in front of him, he kicked off his shoes and disentangled his legs from his pants and boxers. He reached over and picked her up, this time in a fireman's carry, flinging her over his shoulder. Another little squeal from her and she started tickling his back as he carried her to the side of the bed and gently eased her down to the center of the huge bed.
He climbed onto the bed and settled himself on top of her. She put her hands on either side of his face. "I love you Booth." He brought his face down for a tender kiss, and then started kissing across her cheek over to her ear and whispered. "Oh God. I love you so much Bones." She grabbed his face in her hands and brought his lips back to hers. Their kisses weren't the wild, passionate kind they had shared at the airport and in the cab, but slow, sensual, loving. Booth had decided that for their first time, he wanted to make slow, tender, sensual love to her. There would be all the time in the world, hell, all the time just in Paris, to make mad, passionate, bed breaking love/sex. This first time, he was going to revere her. It was going to be two people becoming one - breaking the laws of physics.
After several minutes of kisses that became exploring tongues, slowly entwining together, over and over, he moved down to her luscious breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as it hardened. Bones began to moan and lift her hips off the bed.
He gave the same treatment to the other one and she was moaning and panting. Then he moved down to see if she was ready for him and to get a taste. As his tongue moved between her folds, she started moaning his name, and then pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up to her. He gave her a taste of herself, and they both increased the passion in their kisses. He began to grind his erection against her mound. She pulled back just a bit and pleaded with those eyes - when she looked at him like that, he would do anything she asked. "Booth, please. Can I just see you? Touch you?"
He levered himself up so he was kneeling between her spread legs. She sat up and reverently moved one hand down to hold him and start to slowly pump him. She ran her other hand up and down, from the base to the tip, as if she was blind and wanted to catalogue him. While continuing her fondling, she looked up at him. "It's gorgeous Booth. I'm ready." She let go of him and lay back down. He shook his head and chuckled. Leave it to his Bones to perform an examination before accepting him into her body.
He brought his hips up and reached down to guide himself to her opening. As his tip touched the entrance, she closed her eyes and her head fell back. Booth touched one hand to her face and whispered to her. "No Bones. Please don't close your eyes. I want us both to fully experience this first time. I want to see what shade of blue your eyes turn in the throes of passion. I want to watch you as we become one - I want us to break the laws of physics - just as we talked about all those years ago." "But I told you then that that's impossible." "Not if we try hard - we can create miracles Bones."
He brought his face down and gave her a passionate kiss. Then pulled back and watched her eyes as he pushed just his tip into her. "Oh!" She struggled, but won the battle to keep her eyes open and he wiggled the tip of his penis around her opening as their eyes remained locked and they both started breathing heavily. She brought her hands to his face and tried to speak. "Ple…ple…pleas." He smiled at her and started inching in. He could feel her stomach clench as she accepted him, and she tried to use her internal muscles to pull him in further. So he teased her and slowly pulled back until he was almost completely out and then stopped. "Oh Bth, ple..." She could only get partial words out, but he understood. He wanted to tease her more, but decided they had both waited too long and they weren't going to last long as it was.
So he began inching in again, slowly, steadily. Both began moaning and panting as he continued his relentless advance and she opened up to take more and more of him in. As they continued to stare into each other's eyes to see the effect they were having on each other, they both could feel the way her body was accepting him, but enveloping him at the same time. He felt like having breached her entrance, her body might never let him leave - as if he would ever want to. He buried himself in as far as possible and halted his movements. As they stared at each other, the emotions and the sensations they were feeling were causing their eyes to lose focus. She suddenly pulled her hips up off the bed and he sank even further into her as they both gasped loudly.
At that point, they both lost the self control necessary to keep their eyes open. She flung her head back and he buried his face into her exposed neck, as he began slowly thrusting. He had his elbows on either side of her on the bed and he brought his hands up to her shoulders - trying to keep from losing complete control. He was determined that this first time would be more making love and less sex. As he continued his slow, but deep thrusts, he could tell by the noises she was making and the vibrations that had started deep inside her, that she was close to unraveling.
He gasped. "Come on Bones. Let go." She let out her loudest moan yet. "You too Booth. Ohhh. Ohhhhhhh." Her body arched off the bed. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my Gaaaaawd!" The combination of her voice, her vibrating body, and the intense spasms squeezing up and down his cock, sent him over the edge and he exploded inside her. His arms could no longer hold him, and he collapsed on top of her. His face was buried in the side of her neck and he just kept whispering. "Bones, Bones, Bones." It was almost like a mantra.
It took a few minutes before either one could move, but he finally realized he was crushing her. He started to lever his body up, but she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down to her. He whispered. "Bones, I'm crushing you." She shook her head. "No. You're like one of those weighted blankets. You make me feel safe, secure, loved." He looked into her shining blue eyes. "Oh Bones. You will always be safe, secure, loved. You can count on that." She ran both of her hands through his hair and pulled his face down to give him a gentle kiss with just a hint of her tongue.
She looked up at him with a sparking smile in her eyes. "Mmmmm. You're still inside me." He gave her one of his patented charm smiles. "I am. Glad you noticed." That gave her a chuckle. "You know, it's a shame we weren't built so we could move through life joined like this all day long. I have a feeling I will always be a little bit sad every time you leave my body." "I know." He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. "But know that I will always be back." She closed her eyes and savored the thought.
He brought his face to her ear and started nibbling on her lobe. "I'm sorry that didn't last longer. We've waited so long that we were bound to fall off the ledge quickly." She was enjoying finally being able to run her fingers through his hair. "I'm not worried about it. It was just a taste of what's to come." He nuzzled her neck. "Maybe we could try for round two before I have to leave your body?" She mumbled. "I might fall asleep in the middle of it. Would that be a blow to your manhood?" He laughed, and pushed up off of her while he withdrew his now flaccid penis. He rolled off and they lay side by side running their hands along each other's bodies - still reluctant to break the physical touch. He pointed out that they were recreating their pillow talk video calls in person now. She smiled at the thought, and then told him that she was about to crash after over 24 hours of travel.
He rolled over on his back and pulled her to him so she could rest her cheek on his chest, using him as a pillow. She let out a long "Mmmmmmm" and brought her arms up to snuggle into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. Within minutes, they were both sound asleep.
