A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone! Holidays, ya know?
Enjoy the smut and remember to feed!! We're greedy girls!
"I know you think I'm a jerk," he began. They'd walked in a not too uncomfortable silence until they arrived at his destination.
He stood at the 50 yard line looking at the cheering stands, closing his eyes and almost hearing the roar as he threw a touchdown. She stood back and watched him, thoughtful.
"Maybe," she replied in a soft tone that told him that she didn't.
"Sometimes I am. I don't ask for any of it. Fail a test, no problem. Coach will get the teacher to pass me. Need a date for the dance? There's always some girl that thinks her popularity will increase if she's seen with me...The star quarterback, or whatever."
"If that's not who you wanna be, stop whining and change it. You are actually smart, you know. Well, except in math and sciences."
He chuckled, loving how she always brought him down to earth. One of the many reasons he couldn't get her out of his head.
"I'd like to be a pilot, like my pop," he confided in her. It was something he'd never told another living soul. "That's why I keep torturing myself with those classes. I don't know," his foot shuffled at the turf, "maybe I'm not smart enough. But, I'm gonna get out of here and see the world someday. Just like you." His eyes locked on hers.
How did this guy know that all she ever dreamed about was getting away? Since she was 15 years old and her parents disappeared she had been trying to get away from something or someone. She knew it was her brains and all those books people constantly teased her about that was going to get her there.
It was like he could look into her soul and see her; the real her. The Temperance Brennan that no one had known for a very long time. She reached up to pull his head down into a kiss.
As their lips met he felt his heart beat faster in rhythm with hers. It wasn't like their other stolen kisses. This one they couldn't deny.
She whimpered into his mouth as their lips gently caressed, neither wanting to rush the moment. His hand came up to cradle her head and pull her closer so she was flush against his body. He felt his body immediately react to her proximity and knew he'd pushed his luck when she pulled back with wide eyes staring up at him.
"Oh crap, I'm sorry..." he began as her eyes trailed down to the growing bulge underneath his jeans.
Her own body thrummed with desire and she felt extremely satisfied by the obvious affect she had on him. "I think you need another lesson in human anatomy," she grinned, blushing.
He smiled back in relief. "That so?" His arms went around her waist, stroking her sides.
"Genital arousal is merely an automatic response to sexual stimuli. While males experience penile erection, the female experiences clitoral, vulvar, and pelvic vaso-congestion. It's just not visible in the way yours is."
He felt his cock throb harder wanting to feel every bit of her reaction to him. His lips came crashing down on hers while his hands pulled at the hem of her top. She kissed him enthusiastically until his hands went to cup her breasts through her bra. She gasped, and he looked at her in concern. Her fingers tightly clasping his shirt as she took steady breaths. He went to remove his hands until she whispered in his ear.
"It's okay... Just go slow," she clung to him tightly trying to control her nervousness.
He trailed soft kisses along her neck as his hands settled back over her breasts. He found her nipple through the material and gently brushed his thumb over it. She relaxed against him feeling her anxiety subside. She needed more.
He finally allowed their lips to part and grabbed her hand. "Follow me," he husked.
He led her off the field and over to the locker room, pulling a key out of the inside pocket of his letterman's jacket. "One of the perks of being Quarterback and Team Captain," he chuckled as he inserted the key in the lock.
He held her hand tightly; terrified that she would disappear at any moment. There in the farthest corner was a cot that had been set up for injured players. He gently led her over, stroking her hand with his thumb. She continued to follow him, a determined look on her face. He sat on the cot and beckoned her to join him. Surprisingly, she sat on his lap; her hands wrapped around his neck and she once again began to kiss him.
He knew that she had to feel every inch of his desire pressing into her. His hands began to gently explore her body again, working their way back under her shirt to her full, ripe breasts. He felt her shiver as he began to stroke her nipple with his thumb. "Are you cold?" he whispered.
She shook her head, unable to articulate the flood of sensation that was coursing through her. Every cell in her body seemed to vibrate to his touch. She didn't know how to tell him she wanted more, she wanted everything; she wanted. She slowly stood.
She positioned herself between his legs and pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes were a black abyss. She fumbled with the buttons on her jeans, but her hands felt like they were encased in gauze. He slowly reached out and helped her with the button and zipper. She pushed the jeans down around her ankles in one quick motion and then kicked them aside. She stood before him in her white bra and panties, unsure where to go from there.
Booth suddenly realized her hesitation was a cue. He stood, closing the distance between their bodies once more. He removed his jacket and shirt, keenly aware that she was studying every hard earned muscle. His pants were discarded as quickly as hers.
They stood inches apart; the heat from their bodies mingling. "Should I lie down?" she whispered.
He nodded dumbly; left breathless by her beauty. She arranged herself on the cot; stretched out before him. He was mesmerized by her, and didn't realize how long he was starring until she began to squirm self consciously.
He dragged himself back to reality and sat back down on the edge of the cot so that he was angled over her prone form. "May I," he entreated, motioning to her bra.
She nodded meekly, unable to answer. He gently released the clasp between her breasts. The material clung to its prisoners for a brief second before their escape. He pushed the straps down her shoulders in order to have an unobstructed view.
"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," he sighed. His hand slowly moved to capture the precious flesh. Her nipples were already tight and pebbly, but he could feel their response to his touch. A moan escaped her lips and sent chills through his body; his cock throbbed.
He bent to place a soft kiss on the curve of her breast and she gasped. He quickly withdrew, but her hand snaked out and pulled his head back down to meet her flesh. His tongue shot out and he began to explore her flesh until it found its prize. As he pulled her precious pearl into his mouth he felt her shudder beneath him. His lips curved into a smile as he continued to tease her taut peak.
"More. Please Seeley, more," she whimpered. "Touch me, please."
There was no doubt about the meaning of her request. His hand moved to cover the clean, white triangle of fabric. As his hand explored deeper he realized that her panties were soaked with desire. He quickly worked the fabric down her hips while his tongue and mouth continued their ministrations.
He knew that she was ready for him, but he suspected that this was her first time. He wanted this to be about her; about giving her pleasure. Most high school girls were happy to give without receiving, but he realized that he wanted to experience this with her. He wanted to give her pleasure.
His mouth released her nipple and he moved up her chest and neck. He breathed into her ear. "I'm going to taste you. Touch you with my tongue. Are you ready?"
She moaned her assent, desperately wanting to feel him inside her, but wanting to experience everything with him. Her hips wiggled and her fingers dug into his scalp as he made his way back down her body; kissing every inch as he went.
As soon as she acknowledged him he pulled his shorts off before repositioning himself over her. Her skin tasted of soap and sweetness, with just a hint of spice on his tongue. When he finally reached his destination he helped her spread her legs. His first few licks were tentative, waiting for her to react. She cried out, but pushed her hips toward his waiting tongue. He grabbed her hips and began to explore her deep folds pushing the tip of his tongue into her.
She grabbed at his hair. She couldn't believe that Seeley Booth had his tongue between her legs. She had fantasized about this moment so many times over the last few weeks that it seemed like a dream. But, even in her wildest fantasies she hadn't imagined the sensations his tongue was causing. She knew that she was about to experience her first orgasm that wasn't self-stimulated.
Suddenly her body was being pulled through crashing waves. She could feel them rip at her from the inside. She'd never experienced anything like this. She cried out; fear mixed with desire.
He held on to her as her body spasmed. Her cries electrified him. He pulled at her clit with his mouth and tongue wanting to prolong her pleasure. When she finally stilled he moved up to position himself beside her. Searching her face; her eyes swam with desire. His hands began to explore her body again. He wanted so badly to possess her, but he was terrified of hurting her.
When she recovered herself she looked at him self-consciously. "That was amazing," she sighed. "I've never-"
"I know," he whispered, claiming her mouth with his.
She looked down to where his hand was stroking her stomach and hips. She could finally see his erection staring back at her. It was larger then it had seemed through the fabric of his jeans. She wanted to touch him.
Seeley followed her eyes. Her hand fidgeted at her side. He reached for her hand and slowly positioned it around his throbbing shaft. "It's okay," he whispered. "You won't break it. Just move up and down like this."
He guided her hand up and down his shaft until he could feel her take over, and was amazed at her enthusiasm. It was like she wanted to know exactly what made him speechless and throb in her hand. His hands resumed their exploration of her body, but his mind was a blank. Every bit of oxygen had flooded to his throbbing member. He knew he couldn't take this stimulation for long, but he wanted her to get comfortable with him. When he knew he couldn't take it any longer he gently stopped her hand.
"I'm going to...," he blushed. He couldn't bring himself to say the word to her.
"You're going to orgasm?" she giggled, loving the way his face contorted with pleasure. She liked being the one in control now.
"Yes," he groaned, "And soon. Do you-"
"I want to," she confirmed, not allowing him to finish the sentence. "I don't know what I should do." Temperance did not like being in the dark. Knowledge was power, and she did not like feeling powerless. She knew the mechanics of sex, but she felt inadequate in her ability to translate her knowledge into action. The strain this cause resounded in the whine in her voice.
Seeley had to chuckle. This was definitely one subject area he could tutor her in. "You don't do anything for now," he said. "I'll go slowly. Tell me when it hurts, but tell me what feels good too… okay."
She nodded meekly preparing herself.
As much as she wanted him to go slow, her heart and mind were racing a mile a minute. He was looking at her with a tenderness she never known existed. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides as he gently stroked the soft plane of her belly as if to reassure her.
"I can't believe you never... You're so..," he marveled, looking at her for confirmation again. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, no longer content to stay still. The throbbing between her legs returned. "Do you have something?"
Not having expected this to happen, he quickly reached for his jeans to retrieve his wallet. Most of the girls he dated were on the Pill so he prayed that he had a condom tucked away in his billfold.
While he fumbled with the wallet she took a deep breath in and out to calm herself. She always regarded sex as something high school girls did to keep their boyfriends happy, but love never entered into the equation. She wasn't that type of girl and her past experience only involved her lab partner pawing at her in a darkened classroom when they stayed after school for extra credit working on an experiment. It never ignited the same feelings Seeley did when he touched her.
"Got it," he returned to her, settling between her legs. She realized he'd already sheathed himself and she was seconds away from losing her virginity. The throbbing between her legs increased as did her heart rate. But she told herself it was a natural biological response.
He dropped half of his weight against her as his cock nudged at her opening. Her slick walls allowed him to slide halfway in and she gasped as he filled her. He kissed her neck and collarbone as he pressed further feeling her stetch. She whimpered, but wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer.
"You okay?" he whispered in her hair, heart thudding in his chest as he tried to control his movement.
She pulled his head up and he saw the tears glistening in her eyes. He kissed her gently, stroking her hair back.
"Just be quick...I'm ready," she bit her lip and pressed her hips up against his. He drew himself up on his elbows and thrust into her. She gasped as he fit all the way inside her. His thrusts were slow allowing her to catch her breath and soon feel a pleasant sensation growing between them.
"It feels good now," she laughed, blinking away tears. He grinned widely and stroked her nipple, loving how her body reacted to him. She lifted her hips to meet his as their pace increased.
"You're amazing," he sighed, feeling his orgasm approaching. He quickly reached between them to rub her clit, wanting her first time to be enjoyable.
"Seeley!" she cried, tightening around him which triggered his own release. He stroked in and out of her slow and gently as she came down from her orgasm. He finally settled his weight to the side of her and carefully slipped out, watching her eyes flutter closed. Quickly discarding the condom, he laid beside her. She turned to him, eyes flickering over his face curiously.
"I thought it wasn't supposed to be good the first time? I mean, it hurts a little... But, the books said..."
He kissed her temple, smiling. "Books don't know everything."
She frowned. "Don't think this gets you out of our next tutoring session, Seeley."
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her on top of him.
"I'm the teacher now, Tempe. And I think its time for another lesson."
Now... as possibly the oldest person on FanFic I just need to say... HIGH SCHOOL SEX IS STUPID!!!! For any reason! Relax, wait, everything comes in time... and it's really so much better when you are fully prepared for the ramifications!! And, always practice safe sex!
Tom's GG Jen