Bones: Escapades (6/8)
Title: Escapades (6/8)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her brains and unique personality made me love her, but that gorgeous and perfect skin rendered me completely addicted to her.
Word count: 2,439
Prompts: no prompts for this chapter
A/N: actually, the only reason this was inserted into Escapades was the fact that I wanted Brennan to reply to Booth’s little confession in chapter 4.
Thanks crearealidad for the beta services and the support, as always.
Chapter 6: Addiction
It was her skin that got me addicted to her. Her brains and unique personality made me love her, but that gorgeous and perfect skin rendered me completely addicted to her, to touch her, to run my lips all over her until neither of us couldn’t take it anymore.
It was her skin that seemed to nearly glow early in the morning that made us late for work so many times. There she laid, pale and warm on the bed, sleeping peaceful, no sign of worries on her beautiful face and no wrinkles when she frowned, for there was no frown. She lay naked on my bed, holding a pillow to her body with her fingers curling against it, strands of hair spread on the other pillow upon which her head rested. That sight made my heart fill with joy and she didn’t even know that.
It was the slight movement when she turned on her back and the soft heave of her chest, moving her breasts up and down that made it impossible to leave the bed. I wanted to wake her up with breakfast, but she made it impossible to interrupt that peaceful sleep of hers.
I crawled on the bed to her, hovering above her body and supporting my weight on my arms, watching her for a while before finally leaning against her, pressing a soft and warm kiss on her forehead, another one between her eyes and just below them. Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open and she continued her peaceful rest, allowing me to continue my caressing of her body with my lips.
Most of the times when I touched her it was her pleasure I had in mind. I wanted to please her, every touch of my fingers was solely dedicated to the task of pleasing her; right now I’m being selfish and I want to fulfill the sudden thirst for her my lips felt.
I kissed her jaw and her chin, biting slowly at her and felt her warm breath hitting my skin, peaceful and lazy, like the morning. I continued my exploration by going down her neck and the spot where her shoulder met her neck, biting ever so softly and moist, running my tongue over her. She shifted, still asleep, allowing me better access to her body, unconsciously encouraging me to go further in my exploration. And then I saw my favorite place on her body.
My lips wanted to eagerly attach themselves to the skin of her breasts, lavish them with my tongue and satisfy this urge of mine. But yet I took some time to just watch them, moving up and down with her breathing, nipples soft and touched by the morning light. I slowly bent towards it and nuzzled her, opening my mouth to touch my lips to it, testing its taste as if it were a ripe fruit. She tasted sweet, pure and clean and I unbashfully sucked the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over her while I did so.
She moaned softly, shifting under me. I smiled to myself, sucking slightly harder and then sliding my tongue around the wet and puckered nipple, moving to the under side of her breast.
It was then that I heard her voice.
“Booth? What are you doing?” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
“Shh, I just can’t resist you, you’re nearly edible, Bones.”
I looked up at her, her unfocused gaze looking down at me, somewhat confused and I chuckled. Moving my other hand to cover her other breast, I flicked my index finger over her other nipple and watched as it gradually got hard and she took in a harsh breath, pushing the breast into my eager hand.
So beautiful. I could go on and on for hours just doing that, if it wasn’t like torturing her. I moved to the nipple I was sucking on previously and nibbled at it softly, making her whimper high-pitched. I did it again, slightly harder and pinched the other one between my fingers, watching as a flush spread through her face and chest; her breathing has gotten faster now.
Moving to her other breast, I started sucking hungrily at her nipple, so far untouched by my lips, suckling at her for a few moments, making her squirm under me. Releasing her, I started kissing and biting the whole fullness of her breast, while holding it in my hand until I was finally satisfied, kissing the spot between both breasts, watching the red marks I had left on them; she was breathing harder under me, eyes closed and hands lightly holding my hair. I can’t say if she was still too drousy with sleep to say anything or if she just would allow me go further with my teasing. Either way, she looked gloriously flushed and aroused on my dark blue sheets, as if she was made to be there, at the mercy of my selfish desire.
I rested my chin on her and watched her as her breathing seemed to become steadier and she looked down at me, as if she was actually seeing me for the first time that day.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said a little bit louder than a whisper.
“Why are you assaulting me so early in the morning?”
“’Cause I brought you breakfast,” and I nodded my head in the direction of the bedside table. She turned to look and saw the beautiful tray I prepared for her earlier with coffee, fruit and an all-brain toast with light cream cheese. “And you can eat all that healthy stuff because it contains fibers, nutrients and everything you so proudly like to have in the morning.” I lowered my head to plant another kiss on her.
“That’s adorable!” she said, smiling and supporting her weight up on her elbows so she could see me better. She still looked swollen from sleep and her hair was gorgeously messy around her face and over her shoulders. She looked rested, even though I knew she could sleep for at least another hour or two, if I had let her.
“Aren’t I?”
With that I resumed my kissing, moving down on her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses down to her belly, where I stopped to run my tongue languidly over and around her navel. She let herself fall on the matress with a heavy sigh, sliding down and jerking slightly, offering herself to me. I rubbed the side of her hip, squeezing her flesh and drawing her closer to me as I gave the skin of her stomach the same attention her nipples received; I knew she was ticklish and watched her squirm under me with a tiny smile. Her hands moved to rest on my head again, fingers tangling in my hair so softly I could barely feel it.
I moved down so I could have access to her legs and, making her spread her thighs, I started kissing the inner part of her, biting and sucking at the skin near her groin. She squirmed harder under me and I chuckled.
“You’re too ticklish, baby,” I said, my voice muffled against her skin, as I moved down to her groin, still kissing her.
Her answer was a loud moan as my fingers touched her folds, sliding down slowly on her slick smoothness. I pulled apart from her to watch as I did it, tracing down her folds with my index and middle finger, gauging her reactions to my touch. Bones bit her lower lip, failing to hold back a whimper as I touched her near her opening, teasing her until she started squirming harder, pulling away from me. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, kissing her core and flicking the tip of my tongue over her opening, tracing her folds again, now with my tongue.
“Oh, God!” she let out a loud whimper, buckling against me.
I pressed her harder against my mouth and found her clit with my lips, sucking it between them, flicking and biting slightly and then harder until her urgent cries started echoing on my ears. I rose my head to look at her flushed face and she whimpered in frustration; she had her eyes closed and threw her head back against the pillow.
“Booth...” she whispered like a plea.
“You’re so wet already, Bones... are you this wet for me?”
She whimpered, impatiently, making me laugh. I ran a finger over her folds and she took in a shuddered breath.
“I’m sorry, but I still want to taste you more before I make you come. Do you think you can take it?”
Her answer was another frustrated whimper, as she closed her eyes and nodded.
“Booth, please!” she moaned, tugging at my hair.
I grinned, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils and lowered my head again, tentatively running my tongue over her and she jerked against me, as if my touch sent an electrical shock through her body. Lapping at her clit, I swirled my tongue around it before pulling it between my lips and sucking, alternatedly biting soflty and flicking at it. I did it a number of times until she was panting under me, restlessly squirming.
I sucked harder at her, holding her tight to try to stop her squirming; like I said, I could go on and on with this for hours, if it weren’t like torturing her.
“Booth... yes... oh, gosh, harder... don’t stop it...”
Intensifying my sucking at her, I teased her opening with the tip of my finger and she started quivering harder, rocking against me until she was finally coming.
I moved to lie next to her on the bed, suppoting my head on one elbow and hovering slightly over her. She breathed hard under me, as I watched her regaining her breath and steadying herself, those little earthquakes that seemed to take control over her whenever she came subsiding gradually. She eventually opened her beautiful eyes to look at me and found me grinning goofily at her. I couldn’t help it anymore, I couldn’t hold back the silly grin whenever I was around her because the mere thought of her existence made my heart swell with joy. Watching her sleeping and waking up every morning felt like a wonderful blessing God has given me and I would never take it for granted.
She reached a hand to touch my chest, sliding slowly up to neck and stopped when she found my face, cupping my cheek. Bones smiled lazily, broadly, while she caressed my face with the tip of her fingers.
I reached out and took hold of the hand she had laid on her stomach, forgotten, and laced my fingers through hers, bringing it to my lips and planting soft kisses on her skin, while she still looked at me.
“Your coffee must’ve gotten cold, do you want me to get you a fresher one?”
She chuckled softly, closing her eyes for a moment. She then opened them and stared at me, her face looking soft and happy. Bones looked happy and that added to all the happiness I had felt these past months since we got together. Of course, real life still held its little tricks against us and things like work and problems would eventually get the best of us, but I had to thank God that we could always managed to keep that outside our bedroom. Inside our little private world, she was mine and I was hers, nothing could disturb it.
“Booth...” she started, her voice still thick from sleep “I love you,” she said, simply, squeezing my hand.
I honestly never expected her to say this out loud, I honestly never expected her to feel the same way I do, but to hear her saying these words... I can’t begin to say how happy that made me.
Except I felt my face change into a even huger goofy grin; I knew that at some point I was chuckling stupidily, but so what? Bones loved me, enough for her to admit it out loud.
“I love you too,” I said, leaning against her so that my lips were hovering inches from hers “So much...” and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her and I felt her lips twitching into a grin while we kissed. I lost track of time the moment she pulled me so we were lying on our sides, limbs tangled and tongues rubbing against each other. She loved me. Every time my mind wandered to that thought I couldn’t help but grin against her.
Until we pulled back, grinning at each other like only two idiots in love would do.
“Are you happy?” I asked her.
“Yes. I’m very happy. It took me some thinking to fully grasp the concept, but I love you, Booth. And that fact makes me really happy.”
“Good,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips, making a loud sound when we parted “Because you make me the happiest man in the world.”
I started kissing her neck, half expecting her to reply something about happiness and the unprobability of being able to measure that, but she never said anything, but giggled softly, as I started kissing the path down her body once again. I knew we would be late for work and that her breakfast must be horribly cold by now, but I just couldn’t help kissing her, she was my addiction. Addiction. The dictionary would descibe addiction as being dependent on something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, especially alcohol or narcotic drugs; that’s what it was, I was physically dependent on her; on the scent and warmth of her skin, the feel of it under my fingers and her taste under my lips; more addicted than to caffeine. I could go through a day with the slight pain on my forehead for the lack of caffeine, but I couldn’t go a day without her, for the pain in my chest was unbearable and drove me insane. She was the narcotic that gave me that natural high and made me go through a bad day and the knowledge that she loved me back was enough to make me want to grin madly for the rest of the day.
I looked down at her, whose eyes were bright blue and whose eyebrows were furrowing in question.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, running a hand over my face, caressing me lightly.
And she had no idea of that, which made her completely adorable.
END
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her brains and unique personality made me love her, but that gorgeous and perfect skin rendered me completely addicted to her.
Word count: 2,439
Prompts: no prompts for this chapter
A/N: actually, the only reason this was inserted into Escapades was the fact that I wanted Brennan to reply to Booth’s little confession in chapter 4.
Thanks crearealidad for the beta services and the support, as always.
Chapter 6: Addiction
It was her skin that got me addicted to her. Her brains and unique personality made me love her, but that gorgeous and perfect skin rendered me completely addicted to her, to touch her, to run my lips all over her until neither of us couldn’t take it anymore.
It was her skin that seemed to nearly glow early in the morning that made us late for work so many times. There she laid, pale and warm on the bed, sleeping peaceful, no sign of worries on her beautiful face and no wrinkles when she frowned, for there was no frown. She lay naked on my bed, holding a pillow to her body with her fingers curling against it, strands of hair spread on the other pillow upon which her head rested. That sight made my heart fill with joy and she didn’t even know that.
It was the slight movement when she turned on her back and the soft heave of her chest, moving her breasts up and down that made it impossible to leave the bed. I wanted to wake her up with breakfast, but she made it impossible to interrupt that peaceful sleep of hers.
I crawled on the bed to her, hovering above her body and supporting my weight on my arms, watching her for a while before finally leaning against her, pressing a soft and warm kiss on her forehead, another one between her eyes and just below them. Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open and she continued her peaceful rest, allowing me to continue my caressing of her body with my lips.
Most of the times when I touched her it was her pleasure I had in mind. I wanted to please her, every touch of my fingers was solely dedicated to the task of pleasing her; right now I’m being selfish and I want to fulfill the sudden thirst for her my lips felt.
I kissed her jaw and her chin, biting slowly at her and felt her warm breath hitting my skin, peaceful and lazy, like the morning. I continued my exploration by going down her neck and the spot where her shoulder met her neck, biting ever so softly and moist, running my tongue over her. She shifted, still asleep, allowing me better access to her body, unconsciously encouraging me to go further in my exploration. And then I saw my favorite place on her body.
My lips wanted to eagerly attach themselves to the skin of her breasts, lavish them with my tongue and satisfy this urge of mine. But yet I took some time to just watch them, moving up and down with her breathing, nipples soft and touched by the morning light. I slowly bent towards it and nuzzled her, opening my mouth to touch my lips to it, testing its taste as if it were a ripe fruit. She tasted sweet, pure and clean and I unbashfully sucked the nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over her while I did so.
She moaned softly, shifting under me. I smiled to myself, sucking slightly harder and then sliding my tongue around the wet and puckered nipple, moving to the under side of her breast.
It was then that I heard her voice.
“Booth? What are you doing?” she said, her voice thick with sleep.
“Shh, I just can’t resist you, you’re nearly edible, Bones.”
I looked up at her, her unfocused gaze looking down at me, somewhat confused and I chuckled. Moving my other hand to cover her other breast, I flicked my index finger over her other nipple and watched as it gradually got hard and she took in a harsh breath, pushing the breast into my eager hand.
So beautiful. I could go on and on for hours just doing that, if it wasn’t like torturing her. I moved to the nipple I was sucking on previously and nibbled at it softly, making her whimper high-pitched. I did it again, slightly harder and pinched the other one between my fingers, watching as a flush spread through her face and chest; her breathing has gotten faster now.
Moving to her other breast, I started sucking hungrily at her nipple, so far untouched by my lips, suckling at her for a few moments, making her squirm under me. Releasing her, I started kissing and biting the whole fullness of her breast, while holding it in my hand until I was finally satisfied, kissing the spot between both breasts, watching the red marks I had left on them; she was breathing harder under me, eyes closed and hands lightly holding my hair. I can’t say if she was still too drousy with sleep to say anything or if she just would allow me go further with my teasing. Either way, she looked gloriously flushed and aroused on my dark blue sheets, as if she was made to be there, at the mercy of my selfish desire.
I rested my chin on her and watched her as her breathing seemed to become steadier and she looked down at me, as if she was actually seeing me for the first time that day.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said a little bit louder than a whisper.
“Why are you assaulting me so early in the morning?”
“’Cause I brought you breakfast,” and I nodded my head in the direction of the bedside table. She turned to look and saw the beautiful tray I prepared for her earlier with coffee, fruit and an all-brain toast with light cream cheese. “And you can eat all that healthy stuff because it contains fibers, nutrients and everything you so proudly like to have in the morning.” I lowered my head to plant another kiss on her.
“That’s adorable!” she said, smiling and supporting her weight up on her elbows so she could see me better. She still looked swollen from sleep and her hair was gorgeously messy around her face and over her shoulders. She looked rested, even though I knew she could sleep for at least another hour or two, if I had let her.
“Aren’t I?”
With that I resumed my kissing, moving down on her body, leaving a wet trail of kisses down to her belly, where I stopped to run my tongue languidly over and around her navel. She let herself fall on the matress with a heavy sigh, sliding down and jerking slightly, offering herself to me. I rubbed the side of her hip, squeezing her flesh and drawing her closer to me as I gave the skin of her stomach the same attention her nipples received; I knew she was ticklish and watched her squirm under me with a tiny smile. Her hands moved to rest on my head again, fingers tangling in my hair so softly I could barely feel it.
I moved down so I could have access to her legs and, making her spread her thighs, I started kissing the inner part of her, biting and sucking at the skin near her groin. She squirmed harder under me and I chuckled.
“You’re too ticklish, baby,” I said, my voice muffled against her skin, as I moved down to her groin, still kissing her.
Her answer was a loud moan as my fingers touched her folds, sliding down slowly on her slick smoothness. I pulled apart from her to watch as I did it, tracing down her folds with my index and middle finger, gauging her reactions to my touch. Bones bit her lower lip, failing to hold back a whimper as I touched her near her opening, teasing her until she started squirming harder, pulling away from me. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, kissing her core and flicking the tip of my tongue over her opening, tracing her folds again, now with my tongue.
“Oh, God!” she let out a loud whimper, buckling against me.
I pressed her harder against my mouth and found her clit with my lips, sucking it between them, flicking and biting slightly and then harder until her urgent cries started echoing on my ears. I rose my head to look at her flushed face and she whimpered in frustration; she had her eyes closed and threw her head back against the pillow.
“Booth...” she whispered like a plea.
“You’re so wet already, Bones... are you this wet for me?”
She whimpered, impatiently, making me laugh. I ran a finger over her folds and she took in a shuddered breath.
“I’m sorry, but I still want to taste you more before I make you come. Do you think you can take it?”
Her answer was another frustrated whimper, as she closed her eyes and nodded.
“Booth, please!” she moaned, tugging at my hair.
I grinned, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils and lowered my head again, tentatively running my tongue over her and she jerked against me, as if my touch sent an electrical shock through her body. Lapping at her clit, I swirled my tongue around it before pulling it between my lips and sucking, alternatedly biting soflty and flicking at it. I did it a number of times until she was panting under me, restlessly squirming.
I sucked harder at her, holding her tight to try to stop her squirming; like I said, I could go on and on with this for hours, if it weren’t like torturing her.
“Booth... yes... oh, gosh, harder... don’t stop it...”
Intensifying my sucking at her, I teased her opening with the tip of my finger and she started quivering harder, rocking against me until she was finally coming.
I moved to lie next to her on the bed, suppoting my head on one elbow and hovering slightly over her. She breathed hard under me, as I watched her regaining her breath and steadying herself, those little earthquakes that seemed to take control over her whenever she came subsiding gradually. She eventually opened her beautiful eyes to look at me and found me grinning goofily at her. I couldn’t help it anymore, I couldn’t hold back the silly grin whenever I was around her because the mere thought of her existence made my heart swell with joy. Watching her sleeping and waking up every morning felt like a wonderful blessing God has given me and I would never take it for granted.
She reached a hand to touch my chest, sliding slowly up to neck and stopped when she found my face, cupping my cheek. Bones smiled lazily, broadly, while she caressed my face with the tip of her fingers.
I reached out and took hold of the hand she had laid on her stomach, forgotten, and laced my fingers through hers, bringing it to my lips and planting soft kisses on her skin, while she still looked at me.
“Your coffee must’ve gotten cold, do you want me to get you a fresher one?”
She chuckled softly, closing her eyes for a moment. She then opened them and stared at me, her face looking soft and happy. Bones looked happy and that added to all the happiness I had felt these past months since we got together. Of course, real life still held its little tricks against us and things like work and problems would eventually get the best of us, but I had to thank God that we could always managed to keep that outside our bedroom. Inside our little private world, she was mine and I was hers, nothing could disturb it.
“Booth...” she started, her voice still thick from sleep “I love you,” she said, simply, squeezing my hand.
I honestly never expected her to say this out loud, I honestly never expected her to feel the same way I do, but to hear her saying these words... I can’t begin to say how happy that made me.
Except I felt my face change into a even huger goofy grin; I knew that at some point I was chuckling stupidily, but so what? Bones loved me, enough for her to admit it out loud.
“I love you too,” I said, leaning against her so that my lips were hovering inches from hers “So much...” and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her and I felt her lips twitching into a grin while we kissed. I lost track of time the moment she pulled me so we were lying on our sides, limbs tangled and tongues rubbing against each other. She loved me. Every time my mind wandered to that thought I couldn’t help but grin against her.
Until we pulled back, grinning at each other like only two idiots in love would do.
“Are you happy?” I asked her.
“Yes. I’m very happy. It took me some thinking to fully grasp the concept, but I love you, Booth. And that fact makes me really happy.”
“Good,” I said, planting a kiss on her lips, making a loud sound when we parted “Because you make me the happiest man in the world.”
I started kissing her neck, half expecting her to reply something about happiness and the unprobability of being able to measure that, but she never said anything, but giggled softly, as I started kissing the path down her body once again. I knew we would be late for work and that her breakfast must be horribly cold by now, but I just couldn’t help kissing her, she was my addiction. Addiction. The dictionary would descibe addiction as being dependent on something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming, especially alcohol or narcotic drugs; that’s what it was, I was physically dependent on her; on the scent and warmth of her skin, the feel of it under my fingers and her taste under my lips; more addicted than to caffeine. I could go through a day with the slight pain on my forehead for the lack of caffeine, but I couldn’t go a day without her, for the pain in my chest was unbearable and drove me insane. She was the narcotic that gave me that natural high and made me go through a bad day and the knowledge that she loved me back was enough to make me want to grin madly for the rest of the day.
I looked down at her, whose eyes were bright blue and whose eyebrows were furrowing in question.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, running a hand over my face, caressing me lightly.
And she had no idea of that, which made her completely adorable.
END