[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.
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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.