Sabbaticals - 8 weeks

As Booth approached his hooch, all of his thoughts were on what had just happened - meeting Hannah, running through the village to avoid the gunplay, and the wild coupling that followed. He went inside and sat on the edge of his bed and couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he anticipated seeing her again on Sunday. A blanket, wine, snacks, a long lazy afternoon…

His thoughts were doing nothing to alleviate the erection he had since parting from her, so he decided to test himself. For the first time in six years, could he masturbate without seeing the face and imagining the body of his partner? He had a new face to concentrate on now, and a new body that he had actually touched, tasted. And he knew how it felt to be inside her - no imagining there.

He pulled off his shirt and smiled at the large mud stain. He brought it to his nose and he could detect a whiff of her juices. He remembered having his fingers inside her and brought them up to his mouth and tasted them - there was still a hint of her there.

He decided that from now on, he would only think of Bones as "his partner". He would try not to even think about his nickname for her - just "partner". It was the first step in trying to relegate her to the back of his mind. He removed the rest of his clothing and lay on the bed and started to pump himself. He moaned. "Han…nah. Han…nah." By saying her name aloud, he hoped to keep his concentration on her. As he continued fondling himself and remembering how she felt inside, the ice blue eyes were all he saw. His focus pulled back and he saw her gorgeous blonde hair. What had he been thinking the last few years? He had always been more attracted to blondes.

As he felt his body heating up, he was less in control of his thoughts and the blue eyes started shifting from blonde hair to auburn. In his head, he could hear his partner moaning, "Booth. Booth." He tried over and over to change the woman he was imagining back to the blonde Hannah, but he couldn't sustain it. It always flipped back to "her". As long as his concentration was on "her", he got closer and closer to the release he craved. As his body was wracked with his orgasm, he moaned out, "Bones. Bones. Bones." and his juices spurted over and over across his chest.

He couldn't move. He laid his arm across his eyes and cursed his subconscious. Why couldn't he keep his focus on Hannah after what they had just shared? He vowed that he would try to pour himself into creating something with Hannah. It was the best way he could truly work on his vow of "moving on". And hadn't his partner agreed with him that it was the right thing to do? If she had changed her mind, she certainly would have said something before they both took off to the other side of the world. And, even now, not a peep from her. She had his email address. No. He needed to put her in the past and work on a future for himself.

The next day, he went to see Frank. Frank was the soldier on the base who had access to all sorts of things that the soldiers might desire. He asked him if he could get him a nice bottle of wine. Frank told him he didn't know if he could get something "nice", but it would surely be drinkable. As with everything Frank sold, there was some haggling over the price and Frank offered a nice discount if he wanted three bottles. So, Booth returned the next day and picked up the bottles of Chardonnay. He recognized the label, so he felt good about the purchase.

Sunday morning, Booth was getting ready for his "date" and grabbed a handful of condoms from a drawer. He had been a little worried about it since he last saw Hannah. That day, he had a couple in his wallet, but it all happened so fast and it was such a furious coupling, that it never crossed his mind until the next morning. He had a sense that Hannah was an intelligent, and savvy woman, so if she was worried about anything she should be able to obtain a morning after pill. He knew that the women soldiers on the base had access to them, so it shouldn't be an issue for her. He briefly thought about transmission of diseases, but at this point there was nothing he could do about that.

At 11:30, he set out for the village carrying his backpack, skirting around the back of the village on the desert side of the fence and making his way directly to the tree. Just the sight of the tree brought back the memories from earlier in the week and he felt his juices flowing in anticipation of being with her again. When he ducked into the cave of leaves, he saw that she hadn't arrived, so he took out the three bottles of wine, two glasses (red plastic cups - they're in a war zone after all), and an assortment of snacks he had scrounged up.

A few minutes later, he heard some scuffling, and Hannah peeked her face through the curtain of leaves. She smiled brightly at him and crawled over to where he was sitting. "THREE bottles of wine? Sergeant Major, are you planning to get me drunk?" She giggled, and moved closer so that their faces were inches apart. "That's the plan" he whispered just before his lips devoured hers. The wet, passionate kiss went on for several minutes before she pulled back. "Let's get that wine open. I'll do the honors while you set up the blanket."

A few minutes later, they had a nice set up with each holding a large cup of wine and all of the snacks piled up at the end of the blanket. Booth right away brought up the question about condoms and she assured him that she had an IUD and that she tested regularly, so there was no need. She gave him a little wink. "I prefer raw dog anyway. Especially with a man as large as you are. It's so much more satisfying for both of us." As she ran her hands over his chest, she went on to praise both his body and his penis. She hadn't seen all of him the other day, but she was impressed with what she did see. And she told him that she had been with other men who had slightly longer cocks, and some with slightly thicker ones, but she had never experienced "the whole package" before. It took a lot to make Seeley Booth blush, but his cheeks turned bright red. Hannah laughed and ran her hand along the side of his face. "Nothing to be shy about Seeley. I'm feeling like the luckiest girl in the world right now."

They spent the next six hours having as much sex as they could pack into those hours. The only thing that occasionally slowed them down was the necessity of Booth to recover and regain an erection. The only time that his partner entered his head was when he remembered her telling him the correct terminology - the refractory period. When Hannah was trying to restart things, he mentioned his refractory period, but she pooh poohed it because she had too much faith in her ability to rev up his motor. And she was pretty good at it. She used her hands and her mouth to get him hard again several times when he didn't think it could happen that fast.

They tried out several positions: missionary, her on top in cowgirl position, reverse cowgirl so he could appreciate her shapely butt, lotus so they could be face to face with lips and tongues in play the whole time. He gave her several orgasms using his fingers and/or his tongue. And she gave him several blowjobs, but they always finished with him entering her so he could also please her. Once they had removed each other's clothes while drinking the first cup of wine, they remained naked the entire afternoon and by the time they were thinking about getting dressed, they were each well acquainted with the other's body. Booth had forgotten what it felt like to doze with a beautiful naked woman in his arms, and it happened several times for maybe 15-20 minutes at a time.

During the times they were waiting for the next round, they drank more wine, ate some snacks, and had some very surface level conversations. She told him about the story she was chasing the day he rescued her in the town square. He told her a little bit about the training he was doing with his men. Several times, he wanted to tell her that he was an FBI Agent at home and that he had a young son. But he had a strong feeling that she wasn't ready to share their lives back home yet. So he kept it to himself and hoped that as they got to know each other better they could dig into the lives they had left behind.

About an hour before they planned to head back, they finished off the third bottle of wine and they were both pretty drunk. Hannah was lying on her back on the blanket with Booth kneeling between her spread legs. Booth slurred. "Why am I seeing four nipples?" Hannah put her hands up to her breasts and started massaging her nipples. "I only feel two?" He leaned down and brushed one of her hands away so he could take her breast into his mouth. "Now I only see one." She giggled and pushed him up away from her and resumed fondling her own nipples. "I see two penises. Maybe you could fuck me with both at the same time?" He looked down and, amazingly enough, he had two penises."I could try."

Because he was so loopy, it took him three attempts to get inside her. But once he started pounding into her and she started meeting his thrusts, the whole act became an out of body experience. They talked about it the next time they saw each other and both said they had never been that drunk while having sex. But they both felt like they had had one of their longest orgasms ever - it just seemed to go on and on while their heads felt like they were spinning out of control.

When they finished, they both dozed again for about 20 minutes and when they woke up they realized they needed to sober up a little before heading back. They broke out more of the snacks hoping that eating would help and they both got dressed so they wouldn't be tempted to go yet another round. They ended up staying an hour longer than they had planned, so it would be getting dark about the time they got back to the base. They were now a little less drunk and felt capable of walking. Not necessarily in a straight line, but walking across the desert, who needed straight lines? Just as they were about to pack up everything to leave, Booth heard a rustling just outside the tree and he reached for the holster he had just reattached to his ankle. Several voices could be heard and the face of a teenaged boy peeked between the leaves. He saw the two sitting on the blanket (fully clothed, luckily) and quickly ran away. They could hear the voices of several young men shouting as they got further away.

Booth looked at Hannah. "We need to get out of here." She agreed and they quickly packed up and headed back toward the camp. After they were sure the boys were far behind, they held hands as they walked and kept bumping shoulders and stumbling slightly due to the residual effects of the alcohol. Booth came to a decision. "We can't go back to that tree again. It was really not the best idea and we can't take any chances." Hannah sighed and dropped her head against his shoulder. "Well, where can we go?" Booth stopped walking, turned to her and took her face into both of his hands and smiled at her. "Have I not mentioned that I have a hooch all to myself?" Hannah's eyes got wide and she slapped him on the arm. "Seeley Booth! Why are you just now telling me this?" He smirked at her. "Well, you do realize this is only our second 'date'. I'm telling you now."

He reached down and gave her a searing kiss. She looked up and asked, "When could we get together? How? Is it allowed?" He chuckled. "Well, technically it's not. But in practice, the brass look the other way as long as you're discreet. So, I propose, a couple of times a week, I meet you at the mess tent around 8:00. I'll walk you back to my quarters - you can't come on your own because I have to take you through a security checkpoint. Then, you can stay all night. We just have to set an alarm so that I can walk you back across before the camp begins to awaken. Probably around 5 AM." Hannah gave him the biggest smile he had yet seen from her. "Oh Seeley! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She started jumping around and he laughingly grabbed her and kissed her soundly. She grabbed his ass and pulled it against herself. "Oooh. I think you're ready to go another round." He groaned and kissed her again. "Don't even go there. My body might be ready, but I don't have another one in me. I'll take a cold shower when I get inside." He leaned down, rubbed noses with her and watched her giggle as he grabbed her hand and resumed their walk back to camp.