Happy Bonesday! Although my bonesday will only be tomorrow. Here I am again to post the most awaited moment of this series of sins, here it is a nice and clean view on Lust. It was really fun to work the sins (even though I'm not religious).
But don't fear my readers, I'm already cooking a very mature twist for this lusty one shot, I really thought that the partners diserved it, and you also.

Thank you so much for the reviews until now, you all have been very supportive!! Thank you, and don't forget to review in the end.

Luxuria & Castitas

The morning rays invaded the window and shone along the dark wood floor and sparkled in the blue eyes of the woman seating quietly in the sofa.
She was dressed in a Japanese style robe of black silk, her body resting against the back cushions and in her hands she nursed a cup of black coffee.

The strong scent came in waves of steam from inside the cup and surrounded her with memories of her partner. Memories that reminded her of early mornings when he would knock on the door, cup of coffee in one hand and case files in the other, a smile in his lips. It is known that fragrances could be associated to places and people, and for certain this was the scent that reminded her of him.

She woke up with a longing sensation in her chest, and even though her brain could not rationalize it in its fully extent, she found herself knowing that she was missing him, terribly. It was Sunday and he didn't came by in the morning to wake her up, to throw a comment on how bad was her morning mood before a good cup of coffee.

In the bottom of the mug there was her reflection that seemed paler and more weary than usual, and at seven in the morning she couldn't do anything more than curl her long legs underneath her body and sip the bittersweet liquid absently.

A soft knock against the wood door floated in the air inside the silent apartment.

Her legs swung tiredly from the sofa and supported her weight as she made her way to the door, bare feet on the floor and mug in one hand.

Turning the knob without effort the other side revealed a tall man, smiling down at her, and immediately, just like an involuntary reaction, she smiled back.

"Good morning, Bones." He said in a cheerful way, receiving a roll from her eyes.

"Hi Booth, what brings you here? Is there a case?" She asked in a monotone voice, walking back to the kitchen, trying to hide the flame of excitement that burst in her stomach at the sight of her partner standing tall in front of her, dressed in a standard suit.

He followed her in and suddenly all of his body was aware of her morning attire. Usually when he came by in the morning she was already dressed and perfumed, but right now, the vision in front of his eyes was the one of a woman who had got out of the bed a few minutes before.

Her hair was in a disarray of curls, her face pale with no hint of makeup, but her eyes were as vivid as always and seemed to intensify her natural beauty.

"No, I just came by to take you out for breakfast. Are you having coffee already?"

In instinct her hand turned down, sending the black liquid down the drain.

"Not at all." She said, turning to him with a quiet smile.

"Good, I'm really hungry for some pie and coffee." He said rubbing his hands against his stomach and laughing with enthusiasm.

She missed this, his laughter in her ears, breaking her mind free from the smothering silence in her house.

"All right, let me get ready. Make yourself comfortable." Turning away from him, she walked down the corridor of her apartment and disappeared behind the door to the bathroom.

He stood in the middle of her living room looking around and appreciating all the culture. Books of all shapes and sizes adorned the surrounding bookshelves, statues of foreign divinities and other artifacts unknown to him, everything that was her.

'This is my Bones.' He thought to himself while walking the corridor where there were pictures of her in faraway digs, under the sun, kneeled in the dirt and in all of them there was the bright smile she only had when doing what she knew best, her job.

His face turned in the direction of the slight open door of the bathroom, from outside he could hear a soft humming in her voice, a song in the morning air.

He leaned closer to the door and looked inside, his eyes widened in fear to be caught invading her privacy and it made his pulse race in his veins but the sight made him rooted to the floor, unable to walk away.

She was slightly bent over the sink, her body closer to the reflection of her face covered with water. Her hand searched for a towel and brought it up to her face, cleaning it in soft rubs. He could see her body moving slightly when her calves brushed one another, a motion that sent shivers down his spine contracting his lungs into a sharp intake of breath. And her bare legs were tall and of a delicate milky white, a color he wanted to taste in his lips, and they ended abruptly in womanly round tights that were barely covered by the silky material of the robe.

A moment later he saw the immensity of bottles and small boxes displayed all over the sink counter, they were of all shapes and colors mingled with other things he never saw before.

She first opened a white bottle and squeezed the content in her hand, the white balm was slowly being spread over her face, she moved her hands around her eyes and nose and he could smell the faint flowery perfume of it that invading his nostrils and awakening primal feelings he kept locked in his mind.

That was the scent that always lingered in the air at her passage, which wrapped around his being whenever he came closer to her face. A scent that assaulted his dreams in the restless nights.

Her hands unlocked a small round container, this one a pale hue of cream. He saw her hands shift skillfully, just like she did with a bone, moving a brush over the powder and spread around her face giving it a healthy shade of pink.

Despite the sad feeling in his heart when he saw her applying the shade over her cheeks, hiding from him the few tiny freckles she had, the sensuality of her actions were burning in his chest, clouding his rational judgment and making him grown inwards, afraid to catch her attention and ruin the most sensual vision he always had of her.

A dark shadow was in her eyes soon to be followed by a hint of black mascara, making her eyelashes seductively long. Once more her hands moved around all the contents displayed in front of her searching for the last fragment of beauty.

She rolled the cherry lipstick up closing her eyes, ready to smooth her lips with the rosy color that captivated his attention. Those lips were now tempting his senses as she moved them apart.

He couldn't take it anymore, the desire in his body was driving him mad and moving his feet forward, and the woman applying the fake composition of beauty didn't seem to recognize his presence, right behind, her in the bathroom.

"Don't do that!" He exclaimed under his raged breath, his voice deep and husky.

Her eyes shot open and fell over a pair of brown ones staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. He stood a few inches behind her and she could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took and the comforting heat of his massive structure in her back.

For a moment she studied his face in the mirror, hers covered in shock and some other feeling she couldn't quite place, and her mind screamed with the rupture of her privacy.

"Booth…" She whispered tentatively. – "What are you doing here?" Her breathing became hard and she was vaguely aware that her hand started to tremble and the lipstick fell down into the sink with a soft noise.

She wanted to run but his dark gaze rooted her to the floor, incapacitating her limbs and sane thoughts. With her eyes she saw a mix of pain and adoration clouding his eyes making her body shiver in fear and pleasure.

"Don't put makeup." A single step forward and his chest pressed against her back and his large hands wrapped around her shoulders. – "You don't need that."

"Why do you say that? Don't you think I'm good-looking with it?" It took all of her inner strength not to collapse on her knees under the soft touch of his hands. She felt his breath caress her neck at each word that came from his lips.

"No, I do not." He answered sincerely.

"Why?" She was well aware of the fact that her beauty was something she could gamble with to attract many sexual partners over the years, but to acknowledge that this single partner, the one that matters the most, thought that her beauty was irrelevant engulfed her in sadness, she had to defend herself against it. – "Makeup is a typical way for women to enhance their own natural beauty and to distinguish themselves in social circles. Also it's been a form of female ritual since Neolithic times as a symbol of power and social position, a form of competition against each other. I use it to differentiate myself and to impress the opposite sex, just like you do with your suits and belt buckles."

His hands turned her in his direction, now having their bodies pressed, chest to chest, their breaths caressed each other's faces soothingly.

She felt him so close; his heart was beating so fast against her bare skin only covered by the silk garment that hardly left anything for his imagination.

"Makeup if a fake way of producing beauty. It's a foolish attempt to cover oneself in an illusion and appear to the others what you are not. Hiding behind a mask of lipstick and powder doesn't make you what you are. Just like all my fancy way of dressing and showing off doesn't reflect who I am, the one you really know."

Maybe it was their proximity that made him restrain his words or maybe it was the fact that somewhere in his mind he knew that once he started to un-wrap the chains around his heart he wouldn't be able to contain the veracity of his feelings for her.

"I don't understand you, Booth. You came here saying that makeup is a frivolous way of objectifying myself and yet here you are, holding me against you, your pupils dilated, breathing hard every time I move, and your heart spilling lust all over us, just by the simple sight of me applying it. What do you really think of me?" Her blue eyes sparkled with desire for the man in front of her and the challenge in her voice could not be underestimated.

"Don't you see?" He spun her around once more, caught in an embrace in his strong arms and facing their tangled reflection in the mirror. "You look beautiful, Temperance, so beautiful, just the way you are."

"You think?" She smiled deviously at him. – "I can't really trust your opinion when you are so close to me, but if you leave the room I might consider it… for a while."

And suddenly it didn't mattered anymore, that by opening his heart he could have it ripen apart by her harsh words. The raw passion engulfed his senses and drove his thoughts.

"I can't resist you, Temperance." He breathed hotly in her ear, seeing in their mirror image how her eyes slowly closed in delight. – "If you only knew what I've gone through ever since we started working together. All the nights that I tossed and turned in bed, hunted by dreams of you, filled with lust, leaving me in shame by the morning light. All the times I wanted to touch you and know you were in someone else's arms. I want you, all of you, just the way you are."

The man never knew what hit him, in the first place. A rock or a stick maybe, but never expected it to be one forensic anthropologist. And not exactly hit him, but rather pull his body by the lapels of his suit and thrown him against the wall, hard, knocking all of his senses into some kind of mystic trance.

Her lips were over his, devouring them in a sensual motion that drove him breathless, she pressed herself harder and harder against his body and her harms embraced his neck with such a force that pinned him against the cold tiles of the wall.

In the moment that a deep moan erupted from her lips he lost all of his coherent thoughts and embraced her with his strong arms, the force of his might lifting her feet from the ground, in a swift move he carried her to the sink.

Their lips never parted and their lover's embrace only got stronger, urgent, when he sat her in the counter, a shower of flasks and bottles fell to the ground in a rainbow of dust and unguents.

His mouth devoured her as hers did just the same, not wanting to miss on the sweetness he was eagerly offering.

Hands descended in his chest, smoothing the large muscles and frenetically trying to work on his jacket and tie, which still clung to his figure, preventing her greedy explorations to go any further.

Her lips went to his throat and were now leaving angry red marks in his tuned skin only to be soothed with tender kisses all the way up to his ear. And all over again, her lips captured his, pouring in the kiss all her desires, all her lust.

His blood was boiling in his veins in a feverish crescendo, his breathing becoming heavy alongside her assaults, and if he didn't stop, his heart might as well burst from all the desire inside.

"Bones, hold on a moment, give me time to breathe." He said between breaths.

Her eyes widened in shock, rejection piercing her heart.

"What is the matter? I thought this was what you wanted, wasn't it?" She asked in a fearful whisper, closing the robe a little tight in her front, shame flushing her cheeks.

"Of course it is." His hands wrapped around hers trying to convey reassurance in the racing thoughts he knew were now crossing his partner's brain. - "It's what I wanted for a long time now. But if we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly."

A sly smile turned the corner of her lips and with fake innocence filling her eyes she wrapped her arms around him and whispered in his ear.

"How so?"

"First you're going to get dressed and we're going to get some breakfast, and then I'll drive you here and we'll see what happens." He returned the whisper in her ear, feeling the shivers that crossed her skin.

"What will happen?" This time there was no innocence in her voice but a weak tease as she bitten adoringly in his earlobe.

"Bones, haven't you ever heard that good things come to those who wait?"

"I don't know what that means." She frowned, looking intensely into his overwhelming brown eyes.

"Trust me Bones, you'll soon know." He held her again, helping her down to her feet again placing a tender kiss in her swollen lips. With a grin in his lips he was out of the bathroom, walking back to the living room to wait for her.

Smiling and turning towards the mirror she finally saw her face. Black mascara ran down her eyes, eye shadow anywhere to be found and the once cherry color on her lips was now stained all over, she looked like a mess.

Taking a white cloth, she moistened it in water bringing it to her face. The soft tissue caressed her skin and cleaned away the useless makeup to reveal a soft white face with some expression wrinkles and faded freckles under her eyes. For the first time she understood his actions, even though her beauty ritual made his pulses race and lose self restrain, it was her true splendor that he cherished.

For the first time, without lust, she felt truly special and beautiful.

The End