Rating: M. R. Adult. Whatever you go by. At least, the end is
Author's Note: Yes, you read the rating right. M. Yes, I actually wrote one. I've been at war with myself all night on whether or not to post it. I'm not happy with it, I know it could be a million times better, but it is the first one I wrote, and it took forever to write, so I'm hoping for gentle words and criticism. Because, in the end, the fact that I spent a long time on it overruled my hesitancy of criticism. So, against better judgment, I'm posting it and, for the record, I blame Ems entirely for it too. She peer-pressured me into it.
Dedication: To Ems for making all the stories about peer-pressure true.
"You saw Cam the other day?"
He turned to her, wondering where this was going. If she was just trying to find something to distract her from the air turbulence. She was facing him, hand gripping his tightly and a forced determination in her eyes. He sighed, letting his other hand reach over, rubbing her arm softly, hoping to distract her as they hit another rough spot.
"Yeah Bones, I saw her. I was looking for you and ran into her."
"You told her you were leaving." Her stomach was suddenly in her throat and she swallowed, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, grip tightening. "Why did you do that?"
"Breathe Bones, relax." He gave her a small smile and she returned it. "She wanted to uh," he paused, unsure of how she would take the news. They had been flying for a good eight hours, or more, already and he knew they had at least another ten to go before they landed once more. He hoped fervently that the rest of the trip wasn't like it was now.
"She wanted what?" Brennan demanded, catching his eyes with hers, trying to drag the answers out of him.
"She wanted to know if we could get back together." He saw the blue of her eyes turn stormy, like a stormy sea, and cursed silently. "I told her no."
"That still doesn't explain how you going on vacation came up."
He sighed, letting his hand wander to her shoulder and rub it soothingly, trying to ease the tension from her stiff body. "She insinuated that we could get to know each other better, or again, while you were on your vacation. I told her I wouldn't be here. I never mentioned going on vacation."
She sighed, relaxing back into the seat and he offered her a thin smile. He knew she wanted to talk, to have something to take her mind off the air pockets jolting them around, to distract her from the crying children two seats up and to the left of them. She had been proof reading her novel before the trouble and it had seemed to calm her nerves for awhile. He smiled, remembering the trouble he'd had at trying to read over her shoulder and not be obvious about it. One would think that since they were currently romantically involved she would let him read it before hand, she had let David have that privilege, but she had only scowled and moved farther away from him.
"So tell me about the blue hair? I really can't picture you with it."
She smiled at that, her eyes closing briefly as she relived the memory. "They weren't terrible, the Jacobs, that was their name. They were a very loving family, they had two children of their own, a boy and a girl, both about my age. I think I was their third foster child and as soon as I got there I knew I wouldn't like it."
"It was orderly-"
"You like orderly though," he pointed out. She rolled her eyes and nudged him lightly, though she really was thankful for the distraction.
"Yeah, I know. It wasn't the order that was bothersome. They were church-goers, not to say church-goers are bad or that I dislike them," she added quickly, glancing at him. He only smiled, encouraging her silently to continue on with her tale of how she acquired blue hair. "It was that they tried to impress their beliefs onto me. They wanted me to go to church every Sunday and Wednesday evening with them, to pray and confess. It was just something I didn't believe in anymore."
He nodded, tightening his grip on her. "I can understand why."
"I was more interested in science and experiments while they wanted me to act 'normal' and have fun like their daughter. I think her name was Claire or Clarisse. Something like that." She paused, running a hand through her hair tiredly. "I couldn't really ask to be moved, especially for reasons such as religious differences, so I decided to play into their beliefs. After school one day I stopped in at the mall and bought a bottle of blue dye. I dyed it right there, in the mall, in the restroom. Then I got my new attire. It was two days later they had me relocated."
"And you do have pictures?"
"Of me with blue hair? Yes. Is it really that hard to imagine?"
He let his eyes sweep over her and nodded. "Yes Bones, it really is that hard to imagine," he replied, grinning. She elbowed him and he laughed quietly. "Not just the hair though, the clothes as well. You have pictures of you in them, right?"
She rolled her eyes, leaning against him. "I should have known you'd be more interested in the leather and mini skirts than the blue hair," she grumbled.
He laughed again, flicking a piece of her hair in her face. "Now that's where you're wrong. I'm interested in every part of you," he whispered.
He glanced up at the flight attendant looming over him, light brown eyes glittering when his eyes met hers. She gave him an open smile, striking a pose next to the trolley she was pushing, ignoring the other attendant's heavy sigh and eye roll at her behavior.
"What?" he asked. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
She gave him another slow smile, obviously thinking she had gained his attention. "A drink. Would you like a drink? Or maybe something else?"
"Er," he thought for a moment before giving a slight shake of his head. "Just a water," he said.
The attendant looked mildly put off, surprise flickering across her features when she realized he was serious, that all he really wanted was water. She let out a frustrated breath, bending to get the water and hoping he'd notice her then. The other attendant rolled her eyes once more, offering him a kind smile.
"And what about your wife? Anything for her?"
"Huh?" He jerked again, looking at the older attendant as his water was placed in front of him.
"Your wife. Would you like anything for her?"
"Uh, we're not, I mean no. We can get something when she wakes," he decided, feeling the flush still tinging his cheeks, ignoring the younger attendants pout at the insinuation that he was married. Married. To Bones. The idea nearly floored him, though he couldn't deny thinking about it in the recent past.
The older attendant nodded, smile still kind. "Alright. We'll be serving meals in the next hour or so," she explained. "Enjoy your fligh."
When the attendants had left he turned his attention to the woman to his left. She was fast asleep, her head nestled on his shoulder, auburn hair tickling his chin and saturating him in the scent of her shampoo. She always looked peaceful when she was asleep, completely relaxed, without a care in the world. Looking at her while she slept, you would never know her troubled past.
He smiled faintly at her, brushing his fingers through her hair and letting his eyes wander over her head and out the window, looking at the mottled clouds and crystal sky. He would always like flying, maybe not for this long, but he still found it a pleasurable experience. He sighed, pressing a kiss to her hair before resting his head against hers, feeling himself relax. He knew he was going to be in for it if she found out he hadn't dissuaded the attendant's assumptions that they were married. He hoped she didn't find out.
She had taken the landing much better than the lift-off. Maybe it was her anxiousness to finally be back on the ground that had made it that way. At any rate she felt much better as soon as her feet hit the firm cement of the airport and they made their way through customs and to the baggage claim. She flashed him a smile, as they waited for their bags to come down the assembly line.
He gave her a return one, looking as tired as she felt. She sighed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his body. She had managed to sleep on flight but she wasn't sure if he had, she doubted it since each time she woke he was awake as well, watching the movie or playing with her hair or simply watching her. It had comforted her more than she had let on, him being there with her, holding her to him.
She had even let the flight attendant's comment about her husband being very attentive slide, though she had raised an eyebrow at his slightly flushed face when the woman had moved on.
"We're here," she said finally, the first words they'd spoken since the end of the flight.
"Yeah. Can you feel the difference already?"
"No," she admitted, "but I can hear it." He nodded, listening to the jumble of Australian voices mixed with the different accents of various tourists. "Hey, isn't that one yours?"
"Yeah," he replied. He moved forward, grabbing the suitcase and dragging it off the assembly line before spotting the two she had brought and removing them as well. "Jeez, Bones, what did you pack?" he asked, setting it down. "A body?"
"Ha-ha. I usually do that on the way back to D.C., not the other way around," she muttered, shouldering her bag and dragging the other one, thankful for the wheels that made it easier to maneuver.
"First time for everything," he chirped, taking the bag from her and ignoring her protests of being able to carry it on her own. "Remember what we discussed...yesterday?" he paused, trying to figure out if it was yesterday or the day before, hell, maybe even the same day, before giving up on time changes. "I enjoy doing stuff for you. So just keep your pretty mouth closed and accept my chivalry graciously."
"I really hate you," she grumbled, trying vainly to keep the glare directed at him on her face. He laughed in response, nudging her lightly and Temperance Brennan did the most juvenile thing she had ever done in the past ten years. She turned around and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hotel?" he asked. She nodded and they exited Cairns International Airport, instantly enveloped in the tropical warmth of Queensland, Australia, hailing a cab to take them to their first hotel.
"I hope you are seriously not contemplating sleeping on that," she said sourly, arms crossed over her chest as she awaited the arrival of their luggage. She couldn't understand his complete trust in the hotel service, though he had demonstrated it more than once. Things could be stolen or bombs could be put in them or...
"And why not?" he asked, interrupting her internal rant. She eyed him and he shrugged. "It's just a bed Bones, what's the matter?"
"Do you even know what could be living on that?" she demanded, eyeing the duvet cover dubiously. "Scientific research has shown that most couples, when in the act of fornicating, usually do not remove the top blanket until after and the maids do not wash it nearly as often as they should."
"Do I really need to know this Bones?" he asked, face contorting into a look of disgust as his eyes swept over the pristine bed. "I really was happy being ignorant, and must you make sex sound so...clinical?"
"Technically speaking, the act of -"
He cut her off this time, moving across the room quickly to where she stood, still near the doorway, and pressed against her, silencing her with his mouth on hers. She continued to try and speak for several seconds after but eventually relented, sighing and kissing him back. He pressed her back against the wall, hoping she wouldn't start up on the germs and bodily fluids most likely coating them and couldn't repress the grin when he felt her arms snake around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to her.
She gasped, mind floating somewhere in limbo, feeling his mouth leave hers, feeling a moment of remorse, before she felt his lips on her neck, his hands gripping her waist, fingers rubbing circles on her sides. The part of her brain still capable of thought wondered where the tiredness had gone and where she had gotten the sudden energy. She moaned as she felt his teeth sink into the flesh at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, her head falling back with an audible thump against the wall.
There was a knock on the door and she pushed lightly at Booth. He groaned, pulling back but kept his arms around her. She was flushed and breathing heavily, eyes glittering with arousal and something he couldn't define. She gave him a smile, reaching up to smooth his hair and he grinned, turning his head and pressing a kiss to her wrist. The knock came again, louder and more persistent and he rolled his eyes, stepping away to answer the door.
"Yes?" he asked, managing somehow to maintain control over his voice.
"Luggage sir," the bell hop replied, gesturing to the trolley laden with their bags.
"Oh, right. Come on in." They entered the room again and he smiled when he saw Brennan. She had moved from her earlier position and was staring out the balcony doors to the bay outside. The bell hop placed their luggage down, accepted the tip, and left in a matter of minutes. He sighed, going over and wrapping his arms around her, his head resting on top of hers. "Beautiful."
"Yes, it is," she agreed, nodding.
"I meant you, but the view's nice too." She elbowed him lightly, but she couldn't stop the smile that his words brought out. "Why don't you go take a shower and get changed? We'll go out to dinner, the receptionist recommended a few good restaurants."
"Sounds good," she replied, turning to face him. "Just let me get the forceps out of my bag."
"My forceps. To remove the duvet," she replied. "I don't want to have to do it later, after dinner."
"You really are amazing Bones. Disturbing definitely, but also very amazing."
"Where are we going?" Brennan asked yet again. She eyed her partner closely as they sat in the bus. He refused to tell her and had, apparently, told their fellow bus-mates not to either.
"We're going to dinner Bones."
"And it takes an hour in a bus to get there?"
"Maybe." She crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a frustrated sigh and he smiled, taking her hand in his. "Relax Temperance," he murmured. "You're going to enjoy yourself, I promise."
She muttered threats under her breath, trying to ignore the shiver that raced through her body when he used her given name. She had asked him what to where and all he had responded with was 'something comfortable and nice, no heels.' She was wracking her brain, trying to figure out where they could possibly be going, but she had absolutely no idea of any of the restaurants here in Queensland. He had sufficiently stumped her.
"Hey, we're here," he whispered, nudging her out of her thoughts.
"Great," she grumbled. "Just where is here though?"
"Just enjoy yourself, okay?" She nodded as he helped her out. They were on the edge of a forest and she raised an eyebrow. This hardly looked conducive to a dining experience. Through the trees and leaves she could see torches lighting a path, flickering in the gentle breeze that blew around them. "Relax," he murmured.
"I am relaxed, I'm also perplexed."
"You'll like this, I promise."
They made their way down the path along with the other diners, all chatting and marveling at the forest around them until they reached a clearing some ways into it. It was surrounded by the same flickering torches and several large round tables. He watched as her eyes widened, taking in the space, trying vainly to decipher what it was, before she turned to him.
"It's called Flames of the Forest," he murmured, rubbing her arms gently. "I thought you'd enjoy it since it's supposed to be based in old customs of the Aborigine's," he explained. She nodded, a smile appearing on her face as they took their seats at one of the large tables, watching as the show began.
"You didn't have to go through all this trouble," she whispered to him.
"It's something you're interested in, and I am too. Now shush and watch the show," he told her. She continued to smile, linking her fingers with his under the table as she lost herself in the anthropological aspects of their dinner, just as he knew she would.
"Booth!" she exclaimed. She was laughing and hitting his arms and shoulders lightly as he carried her down the hall. "I can walk just fine on my own!"
"Remember that talk, about appreciating all I do for you?"
"I don't need to be carried!" she protested. He ignored her, fumbling for the access card, running it through the scanner and opening the door, all without jarring her to badly. She groaned, letting her head fall against his shoulder as he carried her into the room, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Did it occur to you that maybe I just don't want to let you go?" he asked. She felt her breath catch and she reached up, running her fingers down his cheek lightly, nails scraping softly at the skin. "Didn't think so."
"So then, what do you plan on doing with me?" she asked, eyeing him. She had enjoyed the dinner and the performance, even afterwards when they enjoyed the rainforest quietly and when they had signed the Book of Trees, at his insistence more than hers.
"I can think of several things."
"Anything I would enjoy?"
"Oh, I certainly hope so."
He set her down on the bed, pressing against her, mouth moving hungrily against hers. She moaned, hooking her arms around him and pulling him closer to her, eyes fluttering closed on their own accord. He groaned as he felt her body press against his, her lips moving along his jaw.
"Aren't you happy I removed the bedspread now?" she whispered against his ear.
He captured her mouth once more, exploring it thoroughly, and enjoying the moan he elicited from her as his hands slipped easily under her shirt, tracing absent-minded patterns on the bare skin of her back and stomach. He didn't know what he'd fantasized it would be, but this was definitely better than anything his dreams could come up with and he wondered if she felt the same.
Her hands moved from his hair to his chest, smoothing over the soft fabric of his shirt and down his back before returning. She could hear Angela's voice whispering in her head about time Sweetie and she pushed it away. She wanted to concentrate completely on the moment at hand and not have an imaginary voice whispering to her. Her fingers were at work before her mind comprehended what they were doing, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
The last thought she had before all thinking capabilities completely deserted her was that it had been worth the wait.
He enjoyed the quiet moments, late at night when the rest of the world was sleeping. Then he could lay awake, paying dearly for it in the morning, and watch her as she slept, oblivious to the world around her. The moonlight always cast her features in a gentle, ethereal glow and he would once again feel undeserving of her.
Not now though.
His fingers traced gentle patterns over her bare skin, tickling her ribs lightly, and she stirred, shifting, and he let his eyes roam over her body once more, the thin sheet not really hiding anything from the imagination, not that he needed to imagine it anymore. His fantasies had not done her justice, not in the least, except being right about one thing: Temperance Brennan was a passionate lover.
He sighed, leaning over and pressing a kiss softly against her forehead. She stirred again, eyes fluttering open, and he was gifted with the sight of a confused Brennan. She blinked a few times and offered him a faint smile, stretching languidly beside him before draping an arm around his waist.
"Can't sleep?" she asked, voice husky with sleep.
"You want me to stay up with you, keep you company?"
"Nah, I was enjoying the view." She rolled her eyes but smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth. "You can go back to sleep."
"Maybe I don't want to."
"Oh? And what would you like to do instead?"
Her fingers danced across his chest, drifting lower, gliding over his stomach and a smile lit up her eyes. "I think I could come up with a few things," she purred.
"Please, don't let me stop you."
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, pressing him back against the bed, straddling him effortlessly and he grinned. He groaned, pulling her down until she was pressed against him, his fingers rubbing up and down her spine, noting the notches of the vertebrae. She grinned as she felt him moan, her lips moving from his mouth to his neck, sucking lightly on the skin she found there.
The piercing sound of her cell phone surprised them both and he reached out, grabbing her. "Don't," he whispered.
"I have to, it could be important." She slipped off of him, reaching over to the night stand and grabbing the phone. She sat, wrapped securely in the blanket and he gave a frustrated groan as she answered the ringing device. "Hello?"
"Sweetie! How's Australia?"
"Angela? It's three in the morning."
"Oh, Bren! I'm sorry, I forgot all about the time difference. I woke you, didn't I?"
Booth rolled his eyes, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the anthropologist, pulling her back against him. "Hang up the phone," he growled in her ear. She shook her head, smiling as she shifted, rubbing against his erection accidentally. "I mean it Bones, hang up."
"Sweetie, are you talking to me?"
"Huh? Oh no. Australia's...great...Ange. How's D.C.? Is the weather any better?"
"No," Angela grumbled. She paused when she heard Brennan gasp and her eyebrow rose. "Bren, is a certain FBI agent vying for your attention?"
"What?" Brennan asked, repressing the moan that was threatening to escape as Booth lightly nibbled along her neck, biting down on her shoulder. "No. Ange, I'm really tired. Can I call you back in oh, say, a few hours?"
"Sure Sweetie." There was a knowing tone to her voice and Brennan clenched her teeth tightly. "Whenever is more opportune for you."
"Thanks." She broke off again, biting down hard on her lip as his hands snaked around her, running over her stomach, sliding up to brush against her breasts lightly, teasingly. As soon as she ended this phone call she was going to kill him. "I'll call you. Later."
"Bye Bren." Her voice rose. "Bye Booth!"
"Angela..." she groaned. "Goodbye."
She disconnected the call, shutting the phone off and tossing it onto the table before turning around to face him. He grinned back at her, charm smile in place. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?" he asked, hands falling away from her. She craved the contact almost immediately.
"Only if you don't finish what you started."
"My..." he dropped a kiss to her lips. "Pleasure."
She groaned as he moved lower, sucking and biting at her neck, shoulders, pausing on her collarbone. Her nails trailed familiar paths down his back and he smiled against her skin, hands roaming the parts of her body that his mouth hadn't reached yet. Her hips thrust forward, meeting his as his tongue lazily circled a nipple, biting down on the creamy flesh around it and she let out a long moan, head falling back against the pillows and dark hair fanning out across the pale bedding. Her body was on fire like it had never been before tonight, taut and tingling with anticipation of what was to come.
He switched breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and letting his hands roam over her legs and hips, mapping out her body once more, revering in the smoothness of her pale skin. Her breathing became more labored and she reached up, tangling her fingers in his sweat-soaked hair as he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the hardened peak, her hips thrusting against his. His mouth traveled lower, leaving a shining trail of saliva in its wake, glimmering softly in the silvery moonlight. He sucked lightly on her hip bone, tongue drifting over her thigh and she let out a moan as he moved up her body once more, ignoring her pulsating core.
"You're beautiful," he whispered against her stomach.
"You're teasing," she groaned.
She sat up, pushing him up into a sitting position as well, and let her mouth wander over his chest, her fingers running over his thighs, always skirting just where he wanted her to touch him. Her eyes were dark blue, like the night sky, aroused and glittering and he groaned softly, wrapping his arms around her and crushing her against him until there wasn't an inch, a centimeter, of space between them. His teeth scraped against her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, another moan escaping as he sucked on her bottom lip before letting his tongue roam her mouth.
He would never get tired of tasting her.
Her hand brushed over his erection and she smiled as he moaned, hips jerking toward the warmth of her hand. He pulled away from her, eyes dark and clouded, pressing her back down against the bed and she didn't protest this time. Instead she let her hand continue to run lightly over him, enjoying the shudders that ravaged his body as she teased his arousal, raking her nails over his length one minute, fisting him the next. His mouth left a burning trail against her flesh and he paused, sucking on each of her ribs, moving down to flick his tongue in and out of her naval, a premonition of what was to come she hoped.
He settled over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, brushed his lips over her closed eyelids, before pressing their lips together and entering her in one fluid motion. She groaned, hips jerking to meet his as her nails bit into his shoulders. His hands continued to roam her body, paying special homage to her breasts or sliding down to rub circles on her hips, as they moved together, breaths coming harshly, eyes locked. They were moving as one though she let him set the pace this time, their thrusts increasing with each passing second until she was moaning and gasping his name.
One of his hands slid down to where their bodies were joined, lightly fingering her entrance and she gasped, tightening her grip on him before pulling him close and kissing him. Her body clamped down around his and she felt like she was high again, body and mind detached, euphoria pulsating in every inch of her body. Her cry carried his name on her lips and he grinned, pressing another kiss to her mouth as he felt himself go over the edge, her body milking his.
Her name, Temperance, came out in a low moan against her shoulder, as he continued to thrust into her, emptying himself into her willing body. They lay in bed, panting, until he finally slipped out of her, pulling her into his arms and she sighed, contented, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. His fingers ran through her hair and she tilted her head, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder, over an earlier bite mark she'd given him.
"Think you can sleep now?" she asked softly, voice hoarse.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Good." She snuggled closer to him, feeling him pull the sheet up around their sweat soaked bodies and sighed once more, letting her body be lulled into sleep. Her body was sore and throbbing but more relaxed than she had been in a long time.
She could get used to this type of bedtime ritual.