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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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[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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