Reviews for A new sense
forensic.lady chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
OMG i think this is the best i've read ever and i can tell i've read quite a lot..

i'm kinda aroused i think.. it was perfect.. i don't have more words to express myself..

just glorious, perfect..
MariaPim chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
This was an amaazing story! I really appreciated the way Brennan (who's normally so dense about the people around her) can read Booth so well, and understand precisely how to best help him and be there for him. I liked the way she could draw on her own experiences, without didminishing what Booth had just told her, and use her own memories to make him realise she understood how powerful a sensory memory can be.

I'm happy they found each other and I just hope that this mid-night confession will stand the brightness of the morning sun.

It's a wonderful story! Thank you!

M
Serienjunkie 91 chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
AWESOME! )
Sassafrasford chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
I think that was one of the best fanfic's I ever read. It was amazing and sexy too. wow
celtic33 chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
bravo again!
BlueTigress chapter 1 . 9/5/2008
Great story! :D

Love it how she just knows what he needs, all the little touches, the silence!

That's a hell of a way to forget gambling! lol
Chicklit chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
This is far and away the most realistic - and in character - explanation I've read of Booth's gambling addiction. His POV in this story rings true, as does your portrayal of Brennan's constant support. Great work.

Yeah, the smut was pretty hot, too. ;)
Bren76 chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
"Oh, my God! Temperance!" I groaned, as she took me all the way in to the hilt, in a way no woman ever had before. Guys always say they envy my size, but it's no blessing when you can never be fully taken in, never fully lose yourself in your lovemaking. There's always some part unmet, not just the physical one. As I felt her walls accomodate me, tightening even as they stretched around me, hot, and wet, and home, I knew she was made for me- she filled me, and I filled her.

B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B B&B

WOW WOW WOW WOW

This is very HOT! I love it very much...

Fantastic work! I am speechless!
danireed chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
oh wow i just love this. it was great.
mumrulz chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
My, my, my...haven't you been busy...& don't we all love it! :-)

This whole fic was full of emotions, passions, addictions.

**How insane. The only thing I was addicted to more than gambling was her, and she was the only thing that made the itch stop

...Loved the way that you were able to convey so strongly, Booth's inner turmoil over his addictions...his gambling...his sniper days..& finally Brennan. Absolutely loved the way that Booth/you descibed the continual movements required when setting up for a 'Target", followed by this need being replaced by the movements of gambling.

**And you can't stop, can't let go, because you know if you do, you'll go back to hearing shells firing, and smelling your own sweat and fear as you crouch in a hole, hoping they'll pass you, miss you, let you turn and walk the other way as if you were out on a routine patrol. Until... whatever it is that's left in you that doesn't revolve around killing, or cards, or forgetting, makes you pick yourself up off the floor, or out of the jail cell, or just pushes you back from the table when your last chips are gone makes you stop, and walk away. The noise is still there. The feel is still there. The smell, and the sight, is still there. But the longer you're away from the table, the fainter those senses are, the more you can concentrate on what's around you, and eventually, it recedes to a barely-audible sense at the back of your head that you can ignore, almost all the time. Until something happens to remind you, and then unless you find something to hold, to smell, to hear instead, it will have you, and it will be like you never pushed away from that table to begin with."

...all I can say is ..WOW!...so powerful...so insightful.

Brennan was very astute in just 'knowing' what Booth was going through, what he was dealing with...trying to curb his desire, his need to gamble. She showed with subtle little things - room service, leaving the door ajar, holding his hand,& the fact that she had already looked into a meeting for him -that she 'knew' what he had been doing to keep his mind (& hands) occupied & away from the Casino.

**I wanted her, needed her, had to have her, mind, body and soul, but I couldn't spoil it, spoil us, because I was weak, because I couldn't just slay my own demons, and had to keep replacing one with another.

...*sigh* you are so good!

**"Thanks again," I replied, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead, my fingers twitching against her back with a need to bury myself in her- better I just go downstairs than take that gamble, though. Lives and money were one thing- losing her was another.

...beautiful..

Loved this fic, it was both intense & beautiful at the same time. From his intense past experiences to the beautiful way that she was helping with it all - to the intensity of their lovemaking, so hot, so tender & the declaration of love..just beautiful.

**and my own hands came up to hold her mouth to me, to taste her, to drink from her breath until I could breathe again.

**All I could do was touch her, inhale her, taste her, look at her

**I had to taste and feel and kiss the rest of her, first, until I filled myself with all of her, every last inch of her skin, every pulse beat pounding through her, every gasped breath and moaned "Booth," and "Seeley," and "please," and "I need you" erasing every sick needful thing, every soul-crushing memory that ever came before her.

**As I felt her walls accomodate me, tightening even as they stretched around me, hot, and wet, and home, I knew she was made for me- she filled me, and I filled her.

...*sigh*..yes, intense & beautiful. :-)

**There have always been five senses- sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing. Now, there's a sixth, the best one of all. Temperance.

...what a perfect way to end a perfect fic...you are so good at bringing each of the senses to life - straight off the page, well screen, to make them all so tangible to us.

Always looking forward to what you have next for us. :-):-):-)
SuchAGoodGirl chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
Wow. That was fantastic. After Bones 'senses are evocotive' speech I guessed that she was going to re-condition him, then was disappointed when she didn't do it there and then. Great twist with the nightmare. And OMG could the sex be any hotter!
ForAReason chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
OMG! SO good! Can't thank you enough for this. I loved the whole theme going through and all the little details - his palpable desperation for his addiction, her memories of chili con carne and orange soda, the silent way she cared for him all week... just amazing. :-)

My favorite, favorite, favorite line - just smacked me right in the gut. I'm a huge Brennan-worshipper so anything that puts her on a pedestal like this always kills me. :-)

**There have always been five senses- sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing. Now, there's a sixth, the best one of all. Temperance.

GAH!

Loved it. Thanks again. I'll be back to read over and over.

Ali
Aching Bones chapter 1 . 9/4/2008
Hi there,

Oh gosh, but is there no end to your talent? This was wonderful and so well written...

Booth was having a bad time of it in Vegas...You described his 'addictions' so well...his addiction to gambling and what had started it all his work as a sniper...Loved how he tried so hard not to think about where he was...every step he took, every breath he made, every where he looked, every sound he heard a reminder of what he could so easily revert to...All his senses were being bombarded...

'I hoped the rain would let up, so I could go stare at dead bodies and hold plastic bags and scrape bones where she told me to, rather than spend another day in my luxurious hotel room, only ten floors above hell'...

And to boot he was dealing with flu...loved how she tried to keep his mind off what she KNEW he was 'dealing' with...leaving the door between their rooms opened a sliver, going to the only coffee shop across the road that was not bombarded with all the sounds of gambling!...organising room service all the time so that they would not have to go to any of the restaurants where again all his senses would be swamped...

Loved...

'Mine was a mess- tissues and cough drops and clothes strewn all over, but hers was immacculate, and in the four days we'd been here, now smelled like her- lemons, caramel, cinnamon. A better smell than despair'...

'How insane. The only thing I was addicted to more than gambling was her, and she was the only thing that made the itch stop. But I couldn't tell her that, I'd drawn that damned line, and her calm acceptance of me, her kind actions and unquestioning ways were not the same as what I wanted- I wanted her, needed her, had to have her, mind, body and soul, but I couldn't spoil it, spoil us, because I was weak, because I couldn't just slay my own demons, and had to keep replacing one with another.'...

'So... you have to find something else to do with your hands. Something else to hold, to pay attention to, to focus on at the end of your stare, like the targets you don't have to shoot at anymore, but they're still there. Your brain still demands a target, still demands that you take something out. It's a habit, engraved in your brain.'...

She knew how hard he was finding it, it was getting harder all the time, not easier...she knew that there was a GA meeting in the morning and offered to go with him...

'I nodded. I can, I know it. If she'll go with me, hold my hand, I can go, and maybe sitting in a room full of other first-name-only losers will help. Sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't. But if she went with me, it might.'...

'Thanks again," I replied, leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead, my fingers twitching against her back with a need to bury myself in her- better I just go downstairs than take that gamble, though. Lives and money were one thing- losing her was another'...

Loved how she went in to 'comfort' him from his nightmare...

'Pulling myself from her mouth with a groan and a gasp for air, I looked down at her, still disbelieving, as she looked up at me, as much want in her eyes, more, than I'd ever seen on any woman I'd made love to before. She lifted her hips and then half sat, to pull off her nightgown, revealing perfect breasts that begged to be touched, to be tasted, to be worshipped, and which would give something back, not leave me with nothing but an empty bank account at the end of the night'...

'responding to me as if I was made for her'...

'As I felt her walls accomodate me, tightening even as they stretched around me, hot, and wet, and home, I knew she was made for me- she filled me, and I filled her.'...

'There have always been five senses- sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing. Now, there's a sixth, the best one of all. Temperance'...

Loved this story...

Ger
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