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[She leans against his hand, closing her eyes just for a second. It always felt nice to have him touch her. It feels nice right now. Safe. The sanity in the storm of impossibilities within the castle.

And so she smiles and nods again.] Okay.

[And this time? This time she's not going to wait. Placing her own hand over his, she closes that space between him and seeks out his mouth for another kiss - one that is anything but chaste from the moment their lips meet.]

[there's more they need to discuss, but as her mouth finds his any thought of attempting it flies right out of his head. His fingers sliding back to tangle in her hair once more, his free arm slides around her waist, pulling her flush against him, not wanting to leave even a bit of space between them.]

[She lets him mold her to him, moving on to her knees to straddle him as they continue to kiss. There's little space between them, and for a brief second, she wonders if Booth intends to attempt breaking the laws of physics. She can feel his body heat envelope her, his heart beating loudly in his chest and she thrusts her tongue into his mouth, needing to taste him again, needing to occupy every last bit of space between them.

Maybe there is more they need to discuss, but isn't there a saying that says actions speak louder than words? And right now, it's impossible to interpret Brennan's actions as anything but a desperate attempt to make up for six years of UST in ways they couldn't possibly begin to explore back home.]

[he groans a little into the kiss as she straddles him, his teeth lightly scraping her lip before he pulls back...just enough to press his forehead to hers. Just enough to catch his breath.

His hands slide down her sides to nestle at her waist, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her hip. Even pulled away, he can feel her breath, warm and sweet and mingling with his as he steadies himself. Just for a moment. And then he moves to lift her, strong arms holding her steady as he gets to his feet to carry her to the bedroom.]

[She moans in disappointment when he pulls back, blinking rapidly as she stares into his eyes. Her chest is heaving as she works on catching her own breath, biologically understanding the need for this pause even as everything else within her objects.

But when he lifts her up and she has no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, she laughs in surprise. It's a carefree laugh as she shakes her head.]

I can walk, Booth!

[it's the kind of laugh that immediately draws a smile from him, never mind the urgency of the moment. Never mind how fast his pulse is beating at the very possibility of her. That laugh gets one in return, his words an amused murmur by her ear]

Then I'd have to let go of you.

[and that wasn't an option]

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[It's astounding how she shivers, just from his breath tickling the skin of her ear. If she hadn't wanted him before, there are no doubts now. Brennan laughs again even as her breath catches in her throat.

She presses a light kiss to the crux of his neck and shoulders, smiling against the skin.] Logically, you'll have to for us to undress.

Damn logic. [it's half laughing, half serious. He doesn't want to let her go, and his breath catches at the soft brush of her lips against his neck. It's not far to the bedroom and to the bed inside, but it feels like an eternity as he balances her, one hand fumbling for the lights. As the fixture comes to life, light flooding into the room, he ducks his head to capture her mouth with his once more, his tongue tracing the line of her lips before pushing inside,savoring the taste of her...sweet with just a trace of the scotch still remaining on her lips]

[His kiss stops her from reasoning, from pointing out that logic is indeed very important in a functional lifestyle.

Because, right now, as his tongue teases her mouth, she can't help but agree with him. Logic be damned, Brennan just can't bring herself to even imagine being physically separated from her partner anytime soon. She moans at his invasion, her own tongue tangling with his, sparring as passionately as they sometimes did with words. Her hand clutches at the fabric of his shirt, nails scraping his back as she searches for something to cling to before getting swept away by this kiss.]

[if he could have wished away everything but them...clothes and castle and the pesky need to breathe... he would have done it. In this moment, he knows that could be happy just kissing her for an eternity.

Even when he carries her to the bed, kneeling so he can lay her down as gently as possible, he's loathe to break away. Instead his hand strokes her face while their lips lock, fingers running along her temple, her jaw, and the curve of her ear.]

[It's an exploration she wants to engage in herself. To examine every single inch of Booth's body. There are so many promising paths to trace, be it following the junctures between his bones or just randomly tracing patterns on skin that has yet to be exposed.

A note is filed away somewhere in the back of her mind to do so before the night ends. Because right now, there's space between them again. And they can't have that. Brennan spreads her legs as hands sink lower down his back, no longer needing to clutch to him for support. She pushes down on his behind, urging him to settle between her thighs as they kiss.]

God, Booth. [Murmured as she gasps for air again, this time angling her head so his lips can replace his hands on her face and neck.] You are... very good at this.

[following her hands, his hips press against her, another soft groan slipping from him at the friction as they move, bodies pressing close. As her head turns, his lips trail along her cheek with barely more pressure than a breath of air before he presses a kiss to her throat, and her jaw, and then the velvet soft spot where her neck met her ear] And you're beautiful.

[Shifting his weight to one arm, careful not to crush her, his free hand slid from shoulder to throat and down the length of her, following her curves. Stopping at the hem of her shirt, he traced the line of the fabric with a finger before sliding beneath to press his palm against the soft heat of her stomach.]

[Brennan doesn't blush easily, but something about the way he whispers those words as he explores her body causes her heart to skip a beat and a flush to spread from head to toes.

He thinks that she's beautiful.

It's probably a good thing she doesn't have to respond. It's not a new compliment to her ears, but hearing it from Booth makes all the difference. And she finds herself at a loss of words. It's easier to pause her own roaming hands so that she can unbutton her shirt and present him far more skin to touch. Easier to arch her pelvis against his and giggle at the surge of delight that fills her.]

[he doesn't have her knowledge of anatomy to know what's under the skin. When his fingers trail further up over the ridge of her ribs, he doesn't know to name them. But he knows that her skin is smooth and that the movements she was making against him were driving him crazy so that his breathing seemed shallow in his own ears. He knows that he wants to explore every inch of her...taste every inch of her...so that he lets his mouth roam lower as his hand roamed higher, his lips pressing a trail of kisses against her skin from her ear to her collarbone.

And, just as his fingers reach her bra, slipping beneath to tease the soft swell, he knows that he wants to feel her against him, without these barriers in between.

He hovers close, hips still moving against her, as he pulls his hand away to fumble at the buttons of his shirt]

[Her skin burns at his kisses and touches, overly sensitized neurons unable to forget the sensations of Booth against them. It's like a brand, but some sort of brand that seeps deep down within her. Her breaths become light pants, body unable to do little more than respond to his command.

And when his fingers finds her lace-clad breasts, she whimpers. And whimpers again when he pulls them away to deal with her shirt. Brennan shakes her head and reaches outward, batting his hands away so that she can begin to unbutton his shirt, all while asking:] Please, Booth? Let me? I want to do this.

Alright. [He's almost breathless just from the rush of it all...the sight, the feel...the sound. He lets her take over the task of his shirt, leaning back to give her easy access, and finds himself stunned all over again at how lovely she really was. The tempting swell of her breasts above her bra. The smooth, firm skin of her stomach. The warm flush of her skin and the way her hair fanned out across the pillow. And she'd asked him why he would want this stunning, intelligent, sexy woman....

Why would he not?]

[She removes his shirt slower than she initially intended, the urge to savor this moment outranking the impatience to undress him. Arching her back up, she places light kisses on exposed skin after each button is undone.

When the shirt finally hangs lose on either side of his chest, she leans back down to admire her handiwork. It's not the first time she's seen it, but somehow, it's better. There's a hungry gleam in her eyes as she looks him over.]

I have always responded positively to the ratio between the width of your clavicles and your ilia.

[his breath catches with every kiss and for a moment his eyes close, reveling. The complement gets a throaty laugh, though, his eyes opening as the heat of her moves away.]

English, Bones...

[without fear of getting in her way, his hand goes back to explore her...first the firm platform of her stomach, familiar now, and then up, gliding over skin to cup one of her breasts. His thumb skimmed over the lace, pressing down until he found the harder nipple underneath]

[She hisses when his thumb finds her nipple, already pointed and eager for his attentions. Her back arches as she tries to push her breast further into his hand. The sensations he's creating within her are electrifying.]

I... I think the colloquialism would be...

[But it's hard to talk as her hands roam his chest and side, and lips follow suit as they caress his neck.]

You make me hot, Booth. Very hot.

[there's a sharp intake of breath to match her hiss as her lips glide over his neck.]

You were always that, Bones.

[and, desperate now to feel her against him, he'll lower himself on top of her, crushing his mouth hungrily against hers in another kiss as he savors the overwhelming heat of skin against skin. Pressed between them, the motions of his hand become more insistent, circling the sensitive nub through the fabric before sliding under to fondle the heated skin beneath.]

[As soon as their mouths crush into a hungry kiss again, Brennan moans happily. She's not sure what Booth meant by that comment, but she does know now is not the time to ask.

She thrusts herself against him - tongue and pelvis both - as if she's unable to get enough of him. The thought is ridiculous in its sentiment, but she can't think of anything more applicable.]

Get rid of it. [She gasps the statement against his lips when his hand slips underneath the bra and she quickly discovers that's still not enough contact between them.] I want to feel your mouth there instead.

[Swallowing her moan, there's the briefest of pauses while his befuddled mind struggles to catch up. Because all he knows is he wants her in every way possible and he doesn't want to stop touching her, tasting her, feeling her. But he has to...even if it's just long enough to get rid of the troublesome layers remaining between them.

He nips at her bottom lip, teeth dragging lightly as he groans his frustration...before sitting up. The air against his chest is cold, a shock after the incredible warmth and friction of their connection, and he's quick to shed his shirt. Shrugging the material from his shoulders, he tosses it off to the side before reaching down to help her with hers, guiding it along and off the smooth skin of her arms]

[The cold makes her nipples even perkier, and she shivers as her body struggles to comprehend the sudden loss of his own. It's not fair. Necessary, but unfair.

Wide blue eyes study him as he shrugs off his shirt and then her own. It's at that which she finally sits herself, undoing her bra clasp as he pushes off her blouse. Her smile is bright as she reaches for his hand and places his palm on top of her right breast. And then, as quickly as it lit her face, it vanishes as she attacks his lips and pushes him down on to the bed - her turn to straddle him.]

<[he chuckles into her kiss, grinning as he moves with her, one hand tangling in her hair as the other caressed the soft skin of her breast. The kisses are feverish and hot, all tongues and teeth and breath, and as she straddles his hips he arches up to kiss his way along her jawline and down her throat. Then his hand slid free, gliding down her side to her waist, pulling her down even as he raised his hips to press between her thighs.

There's a pause, filled only with the sounds of their panted breaths, while he watches the her skin goosebump and her nipples harden, before he does exactly what she'd asked and places his mouth where his hand had been moments before. There's soft suction as he circled the sensitive flesh with his tongue, before scraping his teeth lightly over her]

[Maybe. Maybe Booth has a point about making love. Even if Brennan cannot say for certain if that is what they are doing right now, she knows it's something more than just sex. It's never felt this tender despite the rough passion of their kisses, it's never felt this important, or made her this happy.

But the more she considers it, the more she knows that calling what they're doing anything but making love. She shivers as goosebumps run down her arm and she looks down at him for reassurance. Her lips quirk into a small grin as she watches him and leans on one arm to trace his clavicle inward to the hollow of his neck with the other hand. His skin is smooth, just as she always imagined it to be at her touch.

And his mouth - when that mouth closes around her nipple, she can't help vocalizing his name with a happy cry as she shivers all over again, grinding herself harder against his burgeoning erection.]

[the sounds of her pleasure encourages him, and he cups her free breast with one hand, rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger while his teeth and tongue continue to lave attention on the other. His free hand traces the line of her spine before settling at her hip...holding her. Steadying her....or maybe it was to steady himself.

Arching into her thrusts, he groaned into her skin, the sound humming between them.] God... Bones.

[the more he touches her, the more he wonders how he kept from doing this for so long. She's addictive...the thrill of the gamble mixed with the certainty and affection of something...more. They'd been made for this. For each other. And every shift and sigh and sound makes him more and more sure of it]

[That night. That one, drunken, rainy night. Why had she let rationality stop her? Why hadn't she invited him home that night? Why did she have to be so damn cautious?

There's so much to make up for, so much time lost between them. Things she won't admit to aloud, she can admit to right now. Her eyes close as she continues her undulations, harder and faster until she can feel herself coming close to that peak from all the wonderful friction and heat and wetness. Her heart beats loudly and her breath is ragged.]

Booth. [There's reverence in his name she's never felt before.] God, please, Booth. I - I need you.

[Needs him desperately. Her nails dig into his skin near his sternum and she redirects her weight to that hand, using the other to pull his hand off her hip and tug it along the front waistband of her pants.]

[he needed her too. It was almost too much, the sensations building and blurring together until it felt like all his nerve endings were on fire.

He fumbles at the button, fingers clumsy in his rush and, regretfully, he moves his other hand down to help. There's a sigh of relief as it comes free, the zipper moving with an easy tug. He wants to pull them off of her, kick them free and pull her back beneath him...but first, his hand dips inside, one finger stroking her slick wetness through the silky fabric beneath.]

[As much as she misses that hand on her chest, this is much, much better. She wiggles a little before settling on a more steady motion against his hand. Her head falls back to one side as she contents herself with riding his fingers. It doesn't take too much more before her climax hits and she moans loudly, forcing her eyes open to watch him watch her.]

[his free hand rests at her hip, supporting her...guiding her, while the fingers of the other push aside the flimsy fabric to slide into the slick heat of her, slipping between her lips and inside. It's incredibly sexy, watching her move, feeling her muscles contracting and releasing around his fingers, and he's breathing hard as he watches the shudder run through her, feeling her tremble as he guides her to the peak and over.

His eyes catch hers at the last moment, locking on and not letting go as she climaxes.]

Wow.

[For a few moments, that's the only word she can say as she struggles to catch her breath. She still feels his fingers inside of her, and just knowing that alone makes her feel hot and aroused all over again.

Not moving from his hand, she smiles and laughs. Brennan shakes her head in disbelief.] Was that considered breaking the laws of physics?

[his fingers flex inside her, still moving, though the rhythm of his hand has slowed. Steadied.] A few minor transgressions, at least.

[shifting against her, his erection pressing between them, he can't help a groan. Urgent, the hand on her hip pushes under the waistline of her pants, pushing them down her hips. A second later, he pulls gently out of her, damp fingers running over skin to the other hip, gripping the fabric as it resists.]

I need to see you. All of you.

[Brennan nods, feeling very much the same way. She doesn't regret her selfish actions from moments ago, but there really is still so much to see. And do.

And his desperateness right now, the way he's pulling and begging her clothing free -- she's never known a better turn on. She nods again and reluctantly pulls away from his grasp to stand next to the bed and push her pants and underwear on the floor.

Her smile, suddenly, isn't as confident or bright. For someone who had always been confident about her looks, always kept her body in good shape, she feels uncharacteristically nervous. But this is Booth. This is her partner.

It scares her how much she wants him to like it.]

[reaching for his own belt buckle, he had already begun to strip the last barrier of clothing from himself as well when she stands. And strips. Stunned, his hands still as his eyes trail over muscles and limbs, soaking up the sight of her. The need doesn't faded...if anything, the sight of her only makes him want her more... but it shifts. His eyes are as hungry for her as his hands were only moments before and, right now, he can't take them off of her.]

[Sitting up, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and reaches out to gently draw her to him. Looking down, he watches his own hand move to caress her curves, before pulling her down to kiss her once more. It's an insistent kiss, full of longing and need, but gentle...a return to how this all started.]

[The hunger in his eyes causes her to flush, heat rising in her cheeks and the rest of her body. She knows she's already well lubricated for him - that was evident by the way he had to clean his hand on her thigh. But as he studies her, Brennan's certain she's growing more wet between her thighs.

Breath catches in her throat when he reaches out to her and she slips her hand in his without hesitation. The sounds she makes are reminiscent of a happy purr as she melts into his lap, and then on the bed. Brennan pulls him down on top of her, wanting her body to be completely covered by his again. One hand tangles in his hair as the other strokes down his spine and her tongue seeks entrance into his mouth.]

[he rolls with her, crouching over her as his hands undo his belt buckle and his pants with an urgency born of desperation. His eyes close briefly as she deepens the kiss and he returns the favor, his tongue sliding against hers. He moans into her mouth as her fingers stroke his spine, sending shivers through already sensitive skin.

By the time he kicks his pants and boxers free of the bed, he's sure he wants her more than he's ever wanted anyone. He settles down between her legs, guiding himself toward her entrance and, as his sensitive tip pushes against her slit, he moans her name]

[Some small part of her brain reminds her about safety and condoms. But it's so difficult to listen to it when it's Booth teasing her with his penis, when it's Booth holding her tight to him and claiming her lips so desperately.

In one single push of her hips upward, he's in her and Brennan shudders with happiness. Her fingers curl into a fist on the small of his back and she bucks her hips against his again, moaning his name against his mouth before kissing his jawbone.

Breathlessly,] Are we going to make love?

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