Disclaimer: All I own is the shirt on my back.
Rating: Such an M.
I'd like to thank everyone for your reviews. You guys are fabulous. It would have been posted sooner but FF wouldn't let me. I finally figured out how to get around it, though. Hopefully the length should make up for the wait. Pardon the pun. ;)
As Booth maneuvered his SUV out of the parking garage, Temperance made small talk with him. Pleasantries weren't really their style, but for some reason it seemed wrong to say what was really on her mind while they were still on the grounds of the Jeffersonian.
Soon they pulled out into the sunlight, and Temperance felt a weight lift. She watched her partner, a small smile playing on her lips as she appreciated her luck at being out of work early, in the company of the one man she wanted to be with.
"I thought about you all day," she sighed in frustration.
Booth glanced at her, as if checking that she wasn't mocking him. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I couldn't get anything done," he chuckled softly.
Nodding in agreement, Temperance thought of all the time she had spent idly daydreaming of him.
"Sorry I kind of hustled you out of there. I know 6:00 is a little early for you to leave."
She shrugged. "It's not like I was being very productive. I spent the majority of my day imagining us…" she hesitated, then changed her mind. "Nevermind, I forgot you don't like to talk about sex."
"Whoa, hey, I never said I don't like to talk about sex," Booth protested.
Temperance gave him a pointed look. Every other time she had talked about sex, he had looked extremely uncomfortable and sought to change the subject as soon as he could.
"Okay, well, fine," he conceded. "I didn't like it when you talked about you and Sully having sex, I was jealous. And I didn't like talking about other women because, well, you know, it's not polite." Booth paused, glancing at her, his jaw clenching briefly. "But if you don't finish what you were saying about us, this is going to be a very long drive home," he said, winking at her.
She chuckled, mildly surprised at the throaty sexiness of her laugh. How was it that she could only pull off a laugh like that when he was around?
"Well, for the first half of the day I mainly thought about this morning. About how your lips felt, about how nice it was to finally be in your arms, without one of us being in mortal danger." She grinned. "I thought about how your fingertips felt on my back, and imagined what they would feel like elsewhere on my body."
Temperance glanced at Seeley to gauge his reaction. He might have claimed that he wanted to hear all this, but she still worried about making him uneasy. Seeley's mouth was formed into a smile, however, and she was reassured.
"But then as the day wore on, I started imagining what it would be like to be with you. I thought about what your mouth would feel like on my breasts, my stomach, between my legs. I wondered how you would taste when I took you into my mouth." From Seeley, a quiet groan. "I suppose having the imagination of a writer predisposes me to such vivid, and sometimes erotic, daydreams."
Staring straight ahead, he gripped the steering wheel tightly. He shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat, and with a quick embarrassed glance at her, he tugged at his pants, adjusting them. After a moment's pause, she rested her hand gently on his thigh, tracing the firm muscles of his legs through his pants.
Encouraged, she continued. "I started wondering where else we might have sex, you know, besides in bed. I imagined us showering together, how the water would look running over your muscular chest and arms." Her hand drifted from his leg up to his arm, and she squeezed his toned biceps. Again, she regretted that he was wearing a suit. "I've never told you, obviously, but I love watching your arms. It makes my day when you show up in a t-shirt rather than a jacket, and if you didn't have a jacket on now…" she sighed.
She looked up at his face and saw him grinning in his arrogant way.
"So is that why asked to borrow my jacket the other day?" he smirked. "I knew you weren't cold. I would have noticed, with that shirt you were wearing," he said, glancing down towards her chest.
Blushing furiously, Temperance tried to cover up her embarrassment with a laugh. She didn't think he would have guessed—she had indeed only borrowed his jacket so she might catch a glimpse of his forearms. The night before, she had dreamt of him, and couldn't resist.
They lapsed into silence, the sexual tension of a few minutes ago having been dissipated a bit by the laughter. Temperance watched the city out the window as the SUV inched along in the rush hour traffic. Maybe they should have stayed at the lab. At least there they could have found some quiet storage room and…
"Booth, would it be really unethical of you to turn on your siren?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
"Ahh, good idea," he said, and patted her knee. "That's my girl."
With a flick of a switch, the cars in front of them parted and they were finally able to make some progress. In no time, they were pulling into the parking lot of Temperance's apartment complex.
Walking up the steps towards her building, Seeley took her hand in his. His hands were warm, his skin rough. She could feel his strength even in his grip. The anticipation of what his hands would feel like on her body caused her to shiver slightly. She paused at the door, rummaging through her bag for her keys. Seeley waited behind her, his breath hot on her neck. It was quite difficult to concentrate, she knew her keys were in her bag somewhere, but couldn't quite locate them. Then Temperance felt his lips, hot and moist, grazing the skin just below her ear.
"Hurry," he urged, his voice low.
"Well, you're making it difficult," she complained.
"Okay, I'll stop, geez," he muttered, and the warmth of him was gone from her neck.
Temperance sighed in relief and resumed searching through her things, only to gasp in surprise as she felt his hand firmly squeeze her ass.
Luckily for Booth, her fingers closed on her keys and she held them up in triumph.
"Finally," Seeley griped.
"Yeah, no thanks to you."
Down the hall and into the elevator Temperance tried unsuccessfully to dodge the ticklish tweaks Booth kept giving her sides. Unable to contain a giggle, she attempted to tickle him back, but his sheer strength got the better of her. She found herself up against the wall of the elevator, his hands pinning hers out to her sides.
He stepped close to her, bent his head to her ear, and whispered, "You don't want to do that, trust me." His breath caressed her ear, and all thoughts of protesting flew out of her head. She wasn't normally the submissive type, but apparently Seeley brought out that side of her. There was something deliciously exciting about the way he was holding her captive. She felt the barest hint of his tongue on her earlobe, and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms.
The ding of the elevator surprised both of them, and they were dismayed when the doors opened before the elevator reached her floor. They hastily stepped apart and to the back of the cab as an older man stepped inside. Giving them a suspicious once-over, the man turned their back to them.
Temperance and Seeley glanced at each other, both barely supressing their laughter. She was staring straight ahead, trying to maintain her composure, when she felt Seeley's hand on her ass again. His fingers wandered along the swell of her cheek, then over to her hip. Seeley pulled her against him, his arm around her back, his hand moving up her side. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers brushed the side of her breast, and she elbowed him in the ribs. Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes crinkle momentarily in pain, and she felt slightly bad. Slightly.
Their unwelcome companion departed on the floor below hers, and Seeley turned to her.
"That hurt, Bones," he frowned at her, though his eyes gave away his amusement.
Temperance rolled her eyes, but placed her palms on either side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. His prickly stubble tickled her hands, while what Temperance intended to be a quick kiss in apology quickly grew into something more. There was an urgency in Seeley that she could feel through his kiss and in the way he drew her into his arms. His tongue probed her, roving over her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mouth. She grazed her teeth along his lower lip, wondering at the sudden urge she had to bite him.
When the elevator stopped again, she took his hand and led him down the hallway to her door. Within seconds, they were through the door and peeling off their jackets. Temperance's fingers flew to his shirt and began deftly undoing the buttons. As she did, Seeley's hands found her waist and guided her across the living room. Seeley's shirt fell open, and Temperance pulled it from his arms.
She paused for a moment, savoring the sight of his bare chest. Seeley stood still for her, letting her take her fill of him. The hills of his shoulders dipped where his clavicle formed a gentle valley, a spot that she longed to bathe with her tongue. His skin was golden and smooth, covered only with fine hairs. Her gaze followed the strong muscles of his chest down to his abdomen, taut and well defined. She could see the trail of soft hair that led under his waistband and found herself reaching out to touch it. She traced her fingertips along the hair, up to his belly button, which she circled gently. Placing both her hands on his stomach, she slid them over his muscles, marveling at the raw strength she could feel beneath her palms. She moved her hands up to his shoulders, then spun them both until she was pushing him down the hallway and into her bedroom.
Temperance felt his hands slide under her shirt and up her back, then around her sides to her breasts. His thumbs found her hardened nipples and flicked over them through the satiny material of her bra. Her grip on his shoulders tightened. As she moaned softly, Seeley bent his head and began leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face, her neck, under her chin, and up to her other ear. Temperance had a sudden overwhelming need to feel his bare skin against hers. She pulled her shirt over her head quickly and pressed herself to him, his skin hot and so firm against her. She reveled in this feeling, something she had contemplated for so long but never thought would become a reality.
His arms wrapped around her in an embrace, but after a moment his hands began wandering again. His fingertips danced down her back and sides, to the front where he found the buttons on her pants. They were quickly unfastened, and the clothing fell to the floor with a soft "whoosh." Seeley placed his hands on her arms, and stepped back. His gaze caressed her as she stood before him in only her bra and panties. His eyes were dark, lids heavy with desire.
"Temperance," he whispered, and she trembled at the sound of his voice, so laced with lust. "You are stunning."
She felt the flush creep up her neck and across her face as she felt a similar warmth spreading between her legs. She ached for him, she needed to feel his touch. Kneeling in front of her, as if worshipping her beauty, Seeley's hands caressed her. His touch was everywhere, the heat from his fingers leaving trails across her tingling skin. When she thought she could stand his teasing no longer, he rose, reached behind her back, and unfastened the clasp of her bra. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders, her breasts heavy and full of need for him. He grasped the edge of her panties and pushed them down, and they too fell to the floor. He lifted her gently in his sinewy arms, a rather romantic gesture that made Temperance's heart flutter.
Seeley laid her on the bed, her hair fanning around her as she rested her head on the pillow. She watched him, towering above her, as he slowly unbuttoned his pants. This anticipation was torture of the best kind: while she longed to have him inside her, every moment that delayed his entry was exquisite. He pushed his pants and boxers down off his hips and to the floor. Feeling her muscles clench and the rush of wetness between her legs, Temperance gazed up at his muscular body. Her eyes drifted down to his penis, rigid and alert, ready for her. A fine specimen of the male form, indeed.
First kneeling next to her, then slowly climbing over her, his chest brushed her hardened nipples, and the head of his penis dragged across her abdomen, leaving a damp trail. He settled himself next to her, in the middle of the bed. Drawing his fingertips across her shoulders, between her breasts, to her belly button, Seeley's eyes were on her. She could feel his gaze as tangibly as she could his actual touch. His fingers danced back up to her nipple, now aching for his attention. He circled the pebbled surface of her areola, then pinched the hard point, rubbing it between his fingers.
Temperance groaned, arching her back, pushing her breast against his hand. She grasped his arm, tracing the lines of his biceps, flexing as he pleasured her. She delighted in the firm yet malleable flesh beneath her hands, the moment she had dreamed of finally here, and so surreal. Moving her hand lower, she cupped him, felt him tighten in her palm. She ran her fingers lightly along his shaft, a contradiction of silky smooth skin and flesh that was so delectably hard. Spreading the pearlescent drop around the tip, she circled him and stroked her hand down his throbbing penis, coaxing a guttural growl from him.
His mouth captured her nipple and sucked hard, and Temperance gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain he brought. She felt his teeth scrape across her skin and she grasped at the back of his head with her free hand, fingers curling into his hair, encouraging him.
Seeley's fingers trailed down her stomach, paused at her belly button, and continued down to the concavity of where her hips met her abdomen. He traced lazy designs in her flesh there, then moved on down her thigh, then over to the other, teasingly inching closer to the ache between her legs, then backing away.
"That's not fair, Seeley," she whispered, barely able to catch breath from the ministrations of his mouth on her breasts.
He chuckled, a deep sound that sent vibrations through her nipple. But he complied and sank his fingers between her slick folds. Her hips leapt off the bed at her relief in finally having his fingers in her depths. If sex was a mostly mental act for women, then she had been fucking him all day, and needed release.
Suddenly his mouth was gone from her breast, and her eyes flew open in surprise. His attention was on her face, and she opened her mouth to protest. But her objections melted away as his thumb began a staccato beat on her swollen clitoris. He slipped two fingers into her, and then a third as her walls stretched to accommodate him. Her head back, continually gasping and moaning at the overwhelming motions of his hand, Temperance felt herself rushing to the brink. He pumped his fingers into her, seeking her deepest parts, while his thumb maintained the drumming on her sensitive nub. Her legs were tingling, burning heat flooded her body, and she was over the edge, her body trembling, her slick walls convulsing around Seeley's fingers, his name cascading over her lips.
As the pulsing waves eased, Temperance relaxed back into the bed, her body curling around his. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, expecting to see that cocky, self-satisfied smile she knew so well, but instead found an expression she couldn't quite read. She felt panic rise in her, but maintained enough control to just raise an eyebrow at him.
His face softened as he bent his head towards hers and kissed her softly on the lips. "You're extraordinary, do you know that?"
Her panic was replaced by a pleasing warmth that spread throughout her. Her fatigue of a moment ago was gone and now she wanted to return the favor he had just done for her. He had given her what was likely the most intense orgasm of her life thus far, and the urge to please him was strong.
Pushing him onto his back, she climbed atop him, straddling his stomach. She could feel his firm muscles beneath her, becoming damp with her juices, and the tip of his penis rubbed against her ass when she moved. Leaning forward, she began lavishing kisses upon his face, his ears, his neck. Seeley's hands were on her sides, rubbing her from hips to ribs. Her breasts dragged across his chest whenever she moved, sending little jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She bit gently on the tough cords of his neck, dragged her tongue across the hollow of his clavicle, sucked hard on his shoulder. The taste of his skin was a mix of salty and sweet, and she felt like she could devour him.
Temperance moved herself down his body, peppering his chest with kisses, flicking his small, dark nipples with her tongue, easing herself over his penis. For a moment she slid her wetness along his shaft, but then she continued her slow journey down his delicious body. Her tongue licked swirls in the soft hair on his abdomen as she swayed her shoulders, letting one breast and then the other graze over his penis. She could taste herself on him, and found that incredibly erotic.
Seeley growled, a deep, throaty sound that elicited a throb from between Temperance's legs. "You're such a tease," he muttered.
She looked up at him, grinning widely, letting the swollen point of her nipple brush across the tip of his penis. "I'm sorry, do you want me to stop?"
In response, he placed his rough hands on her shoulders and urged her further downwards. She loved that she could have this effect on him, she always loved the heady power of pleasing a man. Finally reaching her destination, Temperance decided to tease a bit more. She let her hot breath caress him first, her lips so close to his penis that she could almost taste him. Then she blew a gentle, cool breeze along the length of him.
"Temperance…" he pleaded.
She relented, and in one smooth motion, took the length of him into her mouth. Seeley gasped and his fingers flew to her head, burying themselves in her hair. She slid her mouth up so just the head of his penis was in her mouth and she circled it with her tongue, occasionally flicking the tip, then resuming her circles. She cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing ever so gently. Moving her mouth up and down his length, she thoroughly soaked him with her saliva. When she looked up at him, his eyes were on her, pupils dilated, totally engrossed in her ministrations. Changing tactics, she grasped the base of him in one hand and stroked upwards, rotating her wrist at the top so her palm rubbed against his tip, then stroked down again. Back and forth, up and down, she moved her hand, watching his face, obvious pleasure etched across his features. She took him back in her mouth, Seeley's hands on her head again, urging her movements.
Temperance took great pleasure in the deep, animal noises he was making. She moaned around his penis, sending a shudder through his body. Suddenly he was grasping her arms, pulling her up towards him, pushing her onto her back. He was over her, his eyes dark, hungry.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I need you, please."
She felt a throb in her core, and nodded at him. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and settled himself between them. Drawing her legs up to his waist, she caressed his knees and thighs as he coaxed his rigid penis to her entrance. His gaze shifted to her eyes, and he sank into her burning depths.
He filled her completely, her walls stretching and rippling around him. She groaned at the intensity of the feeling. They were both still, savoring the moment. Then he began thrusting, slowly at first, long strokes that filled her and then almost left her empty. She lifted her hips to meet him with each thrust, running her hands up his arms to his broad shoulders, sliding her fingers into his hair.
Slow was not enough for her, and she urged him to move faster, digging her heels into his ass, pulling him towards her.
"Harder," she moaned. It was all the encouragement he needed and he abandoned all pretext of finesse. He pounded into her, the slap of skin against skin mingling with their groans and gasps. Dragging her fingernails along his neck, down his shoulders to his arms, she grasped him tightly, squeezing his bulging muscles.
He bent, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, and bit gently. She arched into him, whimpering. "Seeley, oh god, yes," she breathed.
She slipped her hand between them, found her clitoris and stroked it hard. Her fingers danced frenetically, in time with his thrusts. Cold air rushed across her damp skin as he leaned back, and her eyes flew open. His eyes were downcast, watching his penis sliding in and out of her, her fingers stroking herself. Seeley shifted his gaze to her face, his eyes weighted with lust. His look undid her, her moans escalating as surges of pleasure washed over her. Her fingers scrabbled across his back, pulling him down to her.
Her velvety walls milked him and with one last deep thrust, he exploded within her, filling her belly with a burning heat. He lowered himself onto his elbows once he was spent. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the rush of their intermingling breath. Temperance watched a drop of sweat trickle from his hairline along the side of his face. A grin spread across her face as she remembered how the day had started, with an image of a similar bead of sweat.
"I know I'm good, but that's an awfully big grin, Bones," he said, eyebrow raised.
She lifted her head off the pillow, and caught the salty drop on her tongue. "I was just thinking about how well this day turned out," she winked, and pressed her lips to his.