Sabbaticals - 28 weeks
Booth woke slowly and realized the room was dark. He looked over to the clock and saw that it was 9:00, which meant he had slept for three hours. Bones was still sleeping on his chest, and he didn't have the heart to wake her after her much longer journey. He decided to let her sleep another hour, but any longer than that and they would never adjust to the Parisian time zone in the three days there.
He lay there feeling her chest rising and falling against his and marveled at what an intimate act it was. He was sure that if she were awake, she would be able to hear his heart beating. He wondered if his heart beat differently when he had his love wrapped safely in his arms? He sure thought it felt that way because from the moment they crashed together in the airport, right through now, his heart just felt full to bursting. He knew if he said it to Bones that she would recite all of the reasons why that was impossible. That was one of the advantages of knowing her so well. If he was in the mood to bicker with her over the concept, he would happily bring it up. Or he could just keep it to himself and go through every day knowing that she had filled his heart to the brim.
As he lay there, he started having some of his daydreams. Tonight, they were all about what had just happened before they slept, and what he planned to happen once they were both awake. No more gentle, sensuous lovemaking the next time. He wanted it to be, what was it Angela was always going on about? Oh yeah. Wild Monkey Sex. That made him chuckle, and Bones moved slightly, running her hands over his chest. He suddenly realized he was starving and decided to slowly wake her.
As he stroked her back, her hair, her gorgeous round ass, she started to stir. Her eyes slowly opened and those amazing blue eyes found their focus. "Hey." He brought his mouth up and gave her a chaste kiss. "Hey sleepyhead." She tried to look around to see the clock. "How long did I sleep?" He kissed her forehead. "Almost four hours." She nodded and then sat up, stretching her arms into the air and dazzling him as those perfect, round breasts rose with her arms. She looked down at him. "I'm starving." He laughed and jumped from the bed to walk over to the desk looking for the room service menu.
He turned on the lamp and then realized that they hadn't closed any of the curtains in the room, so he quickly turned it off. "I have to pee anyway, so I'll take it in the bathroom and see what's available this late." She jumped off the bed. "I'm going to check the closet and see if they provide those lush, comfy robes." When he walked out of the bathroom, she was wearing a white robe that looked incredibly comfortable. She handed him the larger one and he wrapped himself in it.
He went back to the desk and turned on the lamp again. "They have omelettes - how does that sound?" She smiled over at him. "Perfect. I'll have cheese and veggies." He called it in and ordered a ham and cheese omelette for himself, and toast and pancakes to share. He added a bottle of Prosecco and a carafe of orange juice so they could make mimosas.
Booth suggested that, while they waited for their food, they check out the veranda - if it wasn't too cold. He opened one of the French doors and stepped out into the cool night. "It's not too bad, Bones. Come on out." She stepped out and her breath was taken away by the panoramic views of Paris at night. The Avenue Montaigne, in front of the hotel, was a fairyland of lights on both sides of the tree lined street as far as the eye could see. They had a straight on view of the Eiffel Tower all lit up in yellow/orange lights. Booth stood behind her, pulling her close to him with his arms wrapped around her waist. She leaned back and looked up at him. "It's magical Booth." He nuzzled her neck. "I'm going to make everything magical for you Bones." She chuckled and put her arms around his, pulling him even closer against her back.
They stood there for about 10 minutes and then went back in the room to get ready for their meal. When the waiter rolled the cart in and placed the dishes on the dining table, he noticed the open door to the terrace. "Did you get out to see the views of the Christmas lights?" They assured him they did, and he told them that at the top of each hour there is a light show on the Eiffel Tower that shouldn't be missed. They thanked him for the tip and sat down to dig into the scrumptious looking breakfast.
As they ate their omelettes and drank their mimosas, Booth started feeding her bites of pancakes and spoonfuls of the fresh berries that had come with their meal. She chided him. "Booth! I'm not a child. I can feed myself." He gave her a dazzling smile. "Of course you can. But we're on our honeymoon and I'm going to shower you with romantic gestures." She returned his smile. "I know you're the romantic one, so I'm going to allow it. But Booth. You do realize that this is not the definition of a honeymoon?" He scoffed. "Of course it is. A pair of lovers, going away together for the first time. And, as was expected in days of yore…" He winked at her and a small burst of laughter escaped from her. "…having sex for the first time. Or, more accurately, making love for the first time. Wedding, schmedding. We're on our honeymoon Bones, and you know it too. So just sit back and let me woo you. I promise you will enjoy it." He ended with another dazzling smile and went right back to feeding her.
While they enjoyed their meal, she started talking about the lovemaking that had occurred just a few hours earlier. "It was wonderful Booth. Neither of us were able to last too long, but that has to be expected after the build up to this moment. Seven years from the night it almost happened the first time. And now four months since we became a couple. But it was perfect. We'll make love thousands more times in our lives, but we'll never forget this one." She put her hand to his cheek. "I have never in my life experienced a more complete moment of satisfaction. You are a much more well endowed man than I had imagined, Booth. I've now got a whole new appreciation for your 'Cocky' belt buckle." She gave him a wink and he kind of strutted in his seat. She continued. "And, as we learn each other's bodies and preferences, it will only get better." They shared a long and juicy kiss. He put his hand over the one she had resting on his cheek. "We have a lifetime to just keep raising the bar, Bones."
He fed her another bite of pancakes. She smiled at him and grasped the hand he had lying on the table. Her face moved to within inches of his, and her sparkling eyes stared into his. "I loved that the first time was so slow and sensual. It was the perfect start for us. But Booth - for round two, I would really like it hot and hard. Can you make love to me and fuck me at the same time?" He returned her stare with a serious look in his eyes. "I absolutely can. Just you wait."
She sat back in her chair and smiled at him. "But first, I want to finish this delicious breakfast." He laughed and shook his head. "Well, I won't say no to that." When they had finished their omelettes, they decided to finish off the Prosecco because they both had a very satisfying slight buzz. Booth took a swig and then looked down to what was remaining on the table. He gave her a sly smile. "I have an idea. Close your eyes. I want to try something." He looked to make sure they were closed. "Completely closed! No cheating!" He picked up the tiny bottle of honey that had come with their food, cupped his tongue, and dribbled it into the hollow that had formed. He reached his hand behind her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her, using his tongue to gain entrance and deposit part of the honey on her tongue. Their tongues caressed each other and the honey moved back and forth between their tongues.
Brennan hadn't known what to expect when she closed her eyes, but was pleasantly surprised at this playfulness that she knew was such an important part of the man she loved. It was a small gesture, but it was amazingly sensuous. She opened her eyes. "So can you identify what I just fed you?" She laughed. "Of course - it was honey. Okay, my turn."
He laughed, loving that she wanted to play the game. He closed his eyes and she looked down at the table. She took a knife and picked up a tiny bit of the softened butter. She lathed it on the top of her tongue and went in for the kiss. Again, their tongues caressed, and the sheen of butter moved from one to the other. Booth wasn't fooled. "Butter! I feed you something sweet and you go for the dairy." They both laughed. "Okay, I've got one that might stump you." She smiled and closed her eyes. "He picked up a bit of strawberry jam on a spoon and deposited it on his tongue. After swirling the jam around between them, she opened her eyes and declared. "Jam!" He squinted his eyes and tilted his head. "Ah! But which one?" She looked at the table and realized that they had been given both strawberry and raspberry jam. She swirled her tongue around her mouth hoping to pick up a hint of the flavor. He smiled seeing the intense concentration on her face. "Strawberry!" She clapped her hands as if she had just won a grand prize, and he was enchanted.
"Go ahead Bones. Let's see if we can finish the game with a tie. It's almost 11:00 - we should go out on the terrace to see the light show. Brennan smiled. "Yes! Okay - one last one. Close your eyes." She cupped her tongue, poured Prosecco into the hollow, and quickly went in for the kiss. The Prosecco swirled around both of their mouths and when they broke apart, he smiled. "You win. That was delicious." He grabbed the Prosecco bottle and poured the rest of it into their two flutes. He carried them toward the veranda and told her they should be warm enough with the big, fluffy robes.
They stopped at the ledge and he set the flutes down. He pulled her to him and settled her again in front of him with his arms wrapped around her. As he nuzzled the side of her neck, he told her that if her bare feet started to get cold, that she could stand on his feet. She turned back to look at him. "Won't your feet be cold too, Booth?" He shook his head. "Nah. I'm a soldier. You get used to all types of conditions." He squeezed her even harder and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Just then, the light show began. The entire tower began to sparkle and twin beams of light rotated from the top of the tower. The lovers stood there mesmerized by the beautiful sight. After a few minutes, Brennan moved her feet to stand on top of Booth's. He tightened his grip around her body, and her added height allowed their faces to be side by side. She turned her head and he did the same and they shared a long, slow kiss. They each turned back and watched the rest of the show, their bodies slightly rocking in rhythm.
When the show ended and the tower went back to solid lighting, she stepped off of his feet, turned around in his arms, and stepped back up on his feet. The kiss now was one with purpose. It was passionate. It was sensuous. It was soul searing. All of a sudden, Booth bent down and picked her up in the bridal carry as he had done the day before. He whispered in her ear. "Gonna carry you over all the thresholds this weekend." She smiled and buried her face in his neck as he strode purposefully into the suite and toward the bedroom.
He set her down next to the bed, untied her sash, and slid the robe off her shoulders onto the floor. His quickly followed and he took her into his arms and resumed the intense kiss that had started on the terrace, this time with the press of their naked bodies adding to the intensity. He picked her up again and climbed onto the bed lying her in the middle - sideways across the bed. Her hands were in his hair as he settled between her legs. "Booth, I'm lying in the wrong direction." He looked to the right to the pillows, pulled one over, and settled it under her head. "Rules? We don't need no stinkin' rules!" She laughed and pulled him back down to her to resume their intense kissing.
Booth started kissing across her cheek to her ear and began whispering, telling her how beautiful she was, how much she turned him on. He started kissing down her neck, kissing each spot and then laving it with his tongue. He continued down her chest to his initial destination, and pulled her breast into his mouth, gently biting her nipple. Her hands were still in his hair, and she began a more fervent massaging of his scalp as she vocally encouraged his actions.
After giving full attention to both breasts and intense, toe curling attention to her nipples, he began heading south with tiny kisses followed by tongue kisses all down her belly. When he reached the apex of her legs, he placed each hand under one of her butt cheeks and raised her off the bed, while encouraging her legs to open even wider. He looked up her body and they locked eyes. "Oh, Bones." He could see the hunger in her eyes as his tongue reached out between her folds and he found the extreme evidence of her arousal.
He began lapping her up, which just triggered more and more thick juices emanating from her body. He curled his tongue and inserted it into her opening and she started a low moan. He hitched her hips up a little higher and pushed his tongue in as far as it could go, and started licking just inside her vaginal canal. Her hips involuntarily started moving up and down and he had to hold on tight because it was like riding a bucking bronco. He pulled his tongue out and moved it to her clit, where he circled it over and over. He managed to maneuver his right shoulder under her left cheek so he could free his hand, and more importantly, his fingers. While his tongue was focusing on her clit, two of his fingers took over and slowly entered her.
While still keeping his tongue working on her, his eyes were right at the level of her flat belly, and looking up toward her face, he could see that she was quickly losing control. "I've got you Babe. Just let go. Let go." He had been slowly pumping the two fingers in and out of her, and on the next stroke in, he curled them forward and found the soft tissue of her g-spot. That was all it took and she was gone. Her entire body stiffened and she cried out his name. He stopped working her clit, knowing it would be too sensitive, and just caressed her opening to help bring her down.
He gently lowered her hips back to the bed and slid his body along hers until his lips found hers. He began a passionate kiss that seemed to bring her back to her senses and she started meeting his tongue with hers. Their mouths separated and then came back together, open mouthed, over and over again. It was almost like they wanted to explore other parts of each other's bodies, but they couldn't. As if their mouths had been magnetized.
She finally managed to move, dropping kisses along his cheek. She moved toward his ear and whispered. "Fuck me, Booth."
He felt that whispered request right in his groin. He didn't think it was possible, but his cock became even harder than it had been for the last 15 minutes. He levered himself up on his elbows and took her face in both of his hands. He leaned down and kissed her lovingly, as one hand moved down to position himself at her entrance. He brought his arm back up to give himself leverage and slammed into her. They both grunted loudly at the motion and he didn't stop. He pounded into her, over and over again. Sometimes bringing his hands down to raise her hips to change the angle slightly, and then bringing them back up again so he could place his hands on the bed and stiffen his arms to give him the power to piston into her.
She was just as much an active participant - raising her hips and meeting him with each thrust. Their bodies became drenched in sweat and their breathing was becoming erratic. Booth knew that he was getting to the point of no return, and he needed to make sure she would be satisfied. "Come with me Bones. Please." He reached his hands down to bring her hips up again to change the angle and that did the trick. He felt her body start to gather and then an intense shudder ran from her head to her toes as she cried out to him. He immediately felt her internal pulsing squeezing and releasing his cock. That was his undoing. He pushed as far into her as possible, his body stiffened, and he called out her name. He felt himself spilling everything he had deep inside her, and then collapsed.
A few minutes later, he started dropping little kisses on her cheek. He pushed himself up off of her and withdrew himself from her body. Her arms came up to his shoulders before he could move away and she gave him her exaggerated sad face. As it always did, it made him laugh heartily. "Bones, sometimes I wish I had never taught you that sad face the day we went to your co-worker's funeral. But you do have it down to a science!" A smug look crossed her face. "Well, I'm a very good learner." He laughed again. "Yes, you are." He leaned back down and gave her a long, juicy kiss. "So…were you adequately fucked?" She thought for a second while we levered himself up to stand next to the bed. "Very successfully. In fact, I would call it outstanding." She looked toward his groin with a smile. "Very outstanding."
He laughed. "I'll take that." He grabbed his robe from the floor. "I'm going to turn out the lights in the sitting room and close the veranda doors." He gave her a wide smile. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
When he returned, he picked her robe up from the floor and shrugged his off, laying them both over the desk chair. He noticed that she had scooched herself into a normal sleeping position with her head near the headboard. He smiled and thought, 'That's my little rule follower'. As he crawled back onto the bed, he wrapped himself around her. She kissed the front of his shoulder. "Good thing we have housekeeping changing the bedding tomorrow." He looked around and chuckled. "We did make quite a mess, didn't we?" She snuggled into him a little closer. "Well, it is the honeymoon suite, after all. I'm sure they've seen it all." He kissed her cheek. "Let's try to get some sleep. We have all day tomorrow to do exactly what we want. I have a whole new appreciation for vacations." She smiled as she turned to let him spoon her from behind. He smiled too as he cupped her breasts with both hands. 'Now this is the way to fall asleep.'