No need to be anybody but oneself. (only_more_love) wrote,
No need to be anybody but oneself.

Fic: All's Fair... (Double Drabble #14)

Title: All's Fair...
Rating: M
Prompt: Breath
Characters:  Booth, Brennan
Words: 317
Story Notes: This ficlet is set in the future. And, I'm not sure, but I think I might have just written PWP (albeit a short one) for the first time. I'll let you be the judge of that. Not what I set out to do, but the end result may be the same.
Author's Note: Comments are loved. As always, thanks for reading.   :) Happy New Year!

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Muscle and tendon shift and stretch in a symphony of movement beneath the surface of warm skin, as Booth pulls against the clasp of the handcuffs that hold him captive against her bedposts. Temperance cups her breasts and leans forward, knowing they are almost spilling out of the lacy concoction he bought her.

The groan this coaxes from him causes satisfaction to curl sweetly in her belly.

Biting back a smile, she moves until her breath just brushes him. His breath comes hard and fast, and his body bows as he strains upward toward her mouth.

There is no mercy in war, so she feathers her fingers across the crease of his thigh and is rewarded with a jerk and a quiver.

“Come on, Bones,” he says, his voice thick with the same intangible thing that almost makes her want to end their game prematurely. Almost.

“Whining will get you nowhere, Booth. You’re aware of the rules.”

“Screw the rules. You want it as bad as I do.”

Raising an eyebrow, she lets her gaze linger on him. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“If you keep looking at me like that…”

“What?” she asks as she crawls up his sweat-slicked body and allows her tongue to taste the salt of his skin.

He bucks against her, and she knows victory is in sight.

“What?” she says, her tone matter of fact.

“You…win…” he pants.

She pauses in her attention to his nipples and holds a hand to her ear. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear you. Could you please repeat that?”

“Damn you. You win. Now come here.” A scowl paints Booth’s face, even as a wide smile stretches across hers.

”A deal is a deal, I suppose,” she says with a nod.

“Just you wait, Bones,” he says as she lowers herself onto him. “Payback’s a”—he pauses as she rotates her hips—“bitch.”

Tags: all that lies between us, bones, bones: fic, fic

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