Concentrate, A Bones Fic
- Concentrate, A Bones Fic
- Cam/Zack
- I do not own or intend to own the characters or the show Bones. I only own my imagination
- Zach is trying his best to concentrate.
She was standing very close to him, closer that normal, at least, and all he could see for a moment was her lips. They had filled up his vision, the way they parted on a word, moved sensually as she made a little joke, turned up at the corners slightly when she smiled, frowned a little as she asked what was wrong with him. He knew that the human mouth was concentrated with nerve endings, each one triggering responses in the body. When you kiss, the glands are triggered, sending adrenaline and other hormones into the bloodstream. The science behind it was intriguing. Actually doing it was fascinating. The butterflies, the sensations, the shortness of breath, the rushing of blood to one place. He was just curious. As he watched the muscles of her mouth form into a pout, and heard the words, ‘You’re not listening to me, Zach,’ escape from them, his curiosity became overwhelming and he leaned in, pressed his mouth to hers.
It was like his body got a jump start. He felt her gasp in surprise, felt the slight pressure as a mumble of protest broke from her mouth. But then, to his surprise, he felt her arch into him, her hands on his face, and the mumble melt into a sigh. His heart was pounding in his ears; it was so loud he was sure she heard it. The slight pressure in his pants became a little more persistent.
Wow, what am I doing?
It was all he could think, even as she changed the angle of their kiss, her hand moving from his face into his hair and he pulled her closer to feel her entire body squirm against him. The surprising part was she was kissing him right back. He had expected her to shove him off and verbally ask him the question he was asking himself. He had been trying to satisfy his curiosity. But it felt like his curiosity was extending. He found himself beginning to wonder how she would feel. The hands had a high concentration of nerve endings too, especially the fingertips. Forgetting about weighing the pro’s and cons of touching her, because it wasted too much time, he felt for a button on her top and pulled it open. He got the shock of his life when she bucked against him and squirmed even more. Taking that to be a positive sign, he inched his hand up further, realising that both of them were teeming with excitement over what he was about to do. His hands finally touched lace fabric, the grooves and patterns that he could only imagine the look of at this point were under his fingertips. She made a small sound as his fingers brushed back and forth over her covered nipple. Her squirming was almost unbearable at this point. Almost. He hooked a finger into the fabric and drew it down, feeling the unbelievable softness of her skin. Their sighs came simultaneously as he cupped her, squeezing lightly. Her teeth chattered against his lip, nipping him lightly. Then his curiosity came back. He held her by the waist and pressed her to him, the wave of sensation heightening to an alarming degree. Then, not able to take the frustration anymore, he held on to the backs of her thighs and hoisted her onto him. She squealed a little into his mouth and he found he liked that...
What is going on here?
Well, as far as she could tell, he was lifting her up. Could he even do that? He didn’t look like he could, but here he was, carrying her and placing her to sit on the corner of one of the examination tables. Now there was a cliche. Who in this damn lab didn’t have a sex on the examination table fantasy? They were cool, they lit up, they were flat and square, they were even the right height for freaky stuff.
Wait a minute. Was he going to try to have sex with her? He couldn’t do that! She was his boss! It broke the rule of office hierarchy. But when he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the responding throb between her legs told her to hell with all that. Who knew he knew to do that? Who knew he could even kiss? She shimmied to the end of the table and wrapped her legs around him desperate for some kind of release, the accumulated tension making her knees wobble.
His mouth trailed along her jaw and down her neck. She felt her breath hitch and her back arched while he went even lower to her chest. She had to lean back on the table, ponytail sprawled in the light, as he kissed her shoulder and down her chest. She had her hands in his hair as he nipped her bosom lightly and her hand fisted. He pulled another button...
Faint laughter from the other side of the lab had them both snapping out of the trance they had been in. cam looked around, saw nobody was nearby, and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Coast is clear," she reported, turning to see his eyes trained on her collarbone.
She smiles, "Wanna do that again?"