Author: jaed621 PM
A bath that changes everything. BB Tastefully sexually explicit. Please Read and Review.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Chapters: 21 - Words: 94,762 - Reviews: 609 - Favs: 323 - Follows: 368 - Updated: 09-16-09 - Published: 11-06-06 - id: 3233494
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Disclaimer: They are not mine but I treat them as if they were…
Warning: Rated M for sexually explicit scenes.
A/N: I have been so tame in my last two stories that I had to do a little story for my own amusement. This is for you BonesDBchippie, I hope you feel better. Please feel free to review, I always like to know what every one is thinking.
Temperance shut the door to the bathroom and sighed deeply. This had been a long day and she was exhausted, all she really wanted was to be at home but since she was stuck in this hotel a hot bath was the next best thing. She had endured a long silent ride with Booth, he had wanted to talk but she needed to study the file and it was a good thing that she had, the extrication took 11 hours in cold muddy ground that from the scent of it had once been cow pastures and the bones had been scattered. She had been up for too long, she smelled like manure, mud and decomposition and she wanted to shower and then sink into a hot bath. She couldn't remember what it felt like to be warm. She tried to stretch her aching muscles as she ran the water, her head too full of random thoughts and images. She stripped, allowing herself the luxury of leaving her clothes on the floor and stepped into the water. Her shower was quick and functionary and she finished quickly, stepping out and into a towel while she filled the deep tub with hot water. She poured in a stress pack and felt herself begin to relax as the aromas of vanilla and hyacinth filled the bathroom.
She turned off the light, leaving a small emergency light glowing in the outlet near the sink; the room sank into a soft dim glow. She stepped back into her hotel room and poured herself a glass of wine, then returned and dropped her robe. She sat on the edge and sipped her wine, easing herself into the hot water, moving as gingerly as she could, she gasped as the water slid up past her hips. A deep sigh escaped her as she leaned back, letting the heat seep into her. She loved being in the water, she always had, from swimming to bathing it didn't matter; it was her most comforting indulgence. Relaxing into herself she released the hold she had on her brain and let her thoughts rush through her. She finished off her glass of wine and leaned back, closing her eyes and feeling the cool liquid slide into her. After all the thoughts about work had died down her attention floated around, finally settling, like a leaf when the breeze has ceased, on Seeley Booth.
She liked to think of him naked, standing before her while her hands moved over him. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, stroke the stubble along his jaw and brush her thumb over his lips. In her mind she kissed his eyelids and felt his lashes flutter against her lips, she laid her hands on the flat plains of his chest, smoothed them over the taunt skin, taking a moment to relish in the warmth of the muscles she could feel moving under her touch. She wrapped her hands around his arms, stretched out her thumb and index finger as though measuring and outlined his magnificent arms. She grazed her nails lightly down the front of him, over his dark nipples which tightened into his skin, over the rise of his ribs and across his deeply defined stomach muscles. In her fantasy he stood for her, while she dipped her finger into his navel and dragged her fingertips over the silky trail that led to his penis. She circled his hip bones, delicately fingered the skin in the crease of his leg, spread her fingers and ran her hands over his thigh muscles, squeezed them and watched how small her hand appeared against leg. She took the pads of her fingers and felt each dip around his knee cap, slid her hands down and around to cup his calves and let her index fingers run all the way past his Achilles tendon to the floor. She wanted to absorb him, his structure, his texture, his scent.
Her own hands were drifting over her body and she sighed heavily, knowing she had promised herself she would stop thinking of him like this, but she didn't want to stop, not really. She bent her leg, resting it against the side of the tub and went back to her thoughts, her thoughts of him, so beautiful in a way he would never understand himself. She was moving her hands back up his legs, the hair tickling her palm and making her smile. Her long fingers moved around to the back of his legs, stroking up until she could knead the cheeks of his ass in her hands, the sculpted muscle was solid under her pressing touch. She brought her hands around and wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft, a deep moan rumbled from his chest. Her hands moved over his length, grazing every ridge, tracing each vein and folding tightly over the smooth head, the heavy sexual scent of him filled her. She dropped one hand down and lifted the weight of his balls into her palm, squeezing gently and as though in answer his penis pushed into her other hand.
Her own hands were moving quickly now, the water level slapping softly against the sides of the tub from her actions, her own moans filling the room. She closed her eyes tightly and behind them she saw him, fully erect he throbbed in her hand and she looked up at him, his eyes so intense with desire her own body began to arch in response. He pulled her toward him, the rough skin of his hand closing over her breast as his mouth closed over hers. She was gasping and moaning as the orgasm rocked through her, her legs pressed out lifting her hips into the cool air, the porcelain hard against her shoulder blades as another wave rose up her body. She removed her hand from between her legs, panting, seeking cooler air. She had not gotten far in the fantasy tonight, sometimes he kissed her, touched her, entered her, but it was rare she lasted that long. To think of him entering her was almost too much to bear. She opened her eyes and sucked in her breath, a yelp escaping her lips. There standing next to the tub, in his suit, with his eyes wide and his lips parted was Seeley himself.
"I…I…the key card…I thought…my room…I couldn't…"
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