- Explicit Sex
- Alternate Universe
The Scientific Method
Chapter 6—A Working Procedure
The S&G Center rose up imposingly in front of them. Temperance allowed Booth to manhandle her out of the SUV and herd her toward the large front doors. The Alpha’s pride hung back, giving Temperance space. The intoxicating heat of Booth’s body was plastered against her side, and she tried to focus on that as he opened the door and pushed her through in to the Center.
Someone, Temperance wasn’t sure who because they didn’t feel like a Sentinel or a Guide, got too close to Booth, and actually tried to touch her Guide. Years of training kicked in, and Temperance turned and flipped the man head over heels, body slamming him into the floor. She put a foot on the man’s chest and glared at him.
“Don’t touch him,” she snarled at the man.
“Peterson,” Guide Spencer sighed as he hurried into the Center after them. “We’ve had this conversation before.”
“But,” Peterson tried to protest from his prone position.
The Alpha moved to stand next to Spencer and he glared at Peterson as well. “You’re fired,” the Alpha said flatly.
Peterson sputtered at that, and the Alpha’s gaze narrowed.
“If you had touched Spencer, you’d be dead,” the Alpha informed him in a glacially cold voice. “Be grateful that Sentinel Brennan is more patient than I am.”
With precise movements, the Guide stepped around Peterson and led them into the interior of the S&G Center. Temperance crowded closer to Booth, her fingers wrapping around his arm.
Luckily, the rest of the people at the S&G Center were really well trained. Temperance wondered if they did ‘feral Sentinel’ drills or something. She wasn’t feral, not really, but she could feel it teasing the edge of her senses. It took all of her considerable will power and control to stay focused on Booth. It probably helped that he smelled like Guide, and he smelled like he was her Guide.
Booth shifted so that she had hold of his wrist, but his other arm was wrapped around her. Completely surrounded by the scent of her Guide, Temperance was able to relax slightly.
“Here we are,” Spencer paused outside a nondescript door and nodded to Booth. “This room is shielded, just as before. It will protect both you and your Sentinel as you bond.”
“Thank you,” Booth murmured.
It was with a sense of relief that Temperance allowed Booth to push her into the room that Guide Spencer had indicated. She was too far gone to pay attention to anyone but him. Once the door closed behind them, she was in his space again pressing her nose into his neck and breathing in his scent.
A spicy, heady musk filled her nostrils and she huffed a breath out against the warm heat of Booth’s skin.
“Do you want me, Guide?” She leaned back and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
Booth snorted and wrapped both arms around her, pulling her close. “You know that I do, Sentinel.”
“So… not a platonic bond then?” Temperance asked hesitantly.
“I…,” Booth’s forehead crinkled and his dark eyes were solemn. “Not unless you want one. Do you want one?”
“No!” Temperance shook her head. “No, I just… Booth, the last time I saw you, you were not a Guide. I heard what the Alpha Guide said. You were traumatized by my kidnapping. We’re in shielded room to protect you. I don’t want to make it worse by assuming that… that you want this… me.”
“Temperance,” Booth sighed. He cupped her face in his hands gently and tilted her head so that they were eye to eye. “I want this. I want you.” He leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers. “What are you gonna do about that, Sentinel?”
The buttons on Booth’s shirt popped off and flew in different directions. Temperance carefully let go of his shirt and tried to smooth it out.
“Oops,” she muttered.
“If you wanted me to take my shirt off, Bones, you just had to ask,” Booth teased her. He slipped out of his white button-down shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head.
“Pants, too,” Temperance decided. “And your shoes.”
Within a minute or two, Booth was standing naked in front of her. The view was quite titillating. He really did have lovely bone structure. She moved into his space again, and he caught her hands with a small smile.
“You, too, Bones,” he reminded her.
Stripping off her clothes was easy. Temperance flung her clothes about the room with abandon and then stepped close to Booth again. At his nod, she reached out and slid her hands over his shoulders, stroking down until her hands were resting on his chest. She manhandled him toward the bed, pushing him down until he sat on the edge of it.
Once Booth was positioned exactly as she wished him to be, she began to map every single inch of him. The rasp of her tongue against his clavicle, the taste of his skin in the crook of his elbow, everything was infinitely fascinating because it was Booth. She had wanted this, wanted him, for so long that she felt a greedy, possessive rush flood her.
“Hey,” Booth protested when Temperance slid between his legs.
The thick, hot length of his erect penis bobbed in front of her as he shifted on the bed. That this was hers to touch overwhelmed her for a moment. She took in a deep breath before responding to Booth.
“What?” Temperance looked up at him from where she was kneeling. He was flushed and he bit his lip.
“If you, Jesus, Bones,” Booth yelped when she leaned forward and licked him.
“I need to taste all of you, Booth,” Temperance reminded him sternly. “Now be still.”
A strangled groan was his only response as she slowly explored every inch of him. She nosed the seam of Booth’s thigh where his femur joined his pelvic bone. The spicy, musky scent of him was stronger and even more delicious here. Slowly and carefully, she wrapped her lips around each of his testicles, before devoting her attention back to his penis. She wrapped her lips around him and tried to take as much of him as she could into her mouth.
“Temperance,” he panted helplessly. He cupped the back of her head with gentle fingers. “Sentinel.”
With a loud, wet pop she pulled off of him. “Guide,” she sighed. “Can you lay down on your stomach, please?”
Once Booth was laying on the bed with his head on his crossed arms, Temperance straddled him. He squeaked again, and then tried to hold still for her, but when she reached the perfect swell of his ass, he tensed.
“Booth?” Temperance’s fingers dug into the round cheeks of his ass, and she watched as he tried to relax.
“I’ve never…” Booth blew out a breath and sighed heavily. “I’ve never been penetrated. Anally, I mean. I didn’t think I’d ever come online. Pops tried to talk to have the Sentinels & Guides talk with me at about the same time we did the sex talk and I shut him down.”
“Okay.” Temperance sat back. “Booth, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay,” Booth sighed.
“Can we talk about this later?” She asked. “Would that be okay?”
A dull flush spread over the back of Booth’s shoulders and Temperance bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Booth was always very uncomfortable whenever Temperance talked about sex.
“Yeah,” he muttered in a voice so quiet that only she could hear it.
Gently, she stroked the skin of his back and laid soft, open-mouthed kisses against his skin. He squirmed beneath her and the spicy, musky scent filled her nostrils once again. She sank her teeth into the muscle of Booth’s back, and listened to the soft almost inaudible gasp he made.
“Mine,” she growled against his skin. “My Guide.”
“Yours,” he agreed breathlessly.
Using skill and strength she’d spent most of her life hiding, Temperance flipped Booth onto his back. He lay on the bed, watching her with eyes that smoldered. She grinned at him and spread her hands over his skin.
“Are you ready to do this, Guide?” She asked him.
“You don’t even know how ready I am to do this,” Booth muttered. He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Are you ready? This is going to be… intense.”
At his words, Temperance sat back on her heels. “I trust you, Booth.”
“Right.” Booth reached out with one hand and tangled his fingers with hers. “Let’s do this.”
The touch of Booth’s mind on hers was stunning. She had always known that he was a good man—she had always trusted him—but the beauty of his mental touch was almost overwhelming.
“Hey,” Booth whispered. He used his free thumb to brush a stray tear off her cheek.
“You’re beautiful,” Temperance whispered.
“Pretty sure you’re supposed to call me handsome, or something,” Booth teased. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. “I’m also pretty sure I’m not supposed to make my Sentinel cry.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Temperance promised solemnly.
“Come here, Sentinel,” Booth whispered in a husky voice.
Temperance went willingly into his arms and returned every kiss. She straddled Booth’s lap and rubbed herself against him.
“Jesus, Bones,” Booth gasped against her neck. “You’re so wet.”
“I can’t help it,” Temperance muttered. She slid her fingers into his hair and tugged. “I want you.”
“I’m not complaining, sweetheart,” Booth told her.
With Booth’s help, she slowly took him in, inch by inch. He hissed and tensed under her as she settled in his lap with a little wriggle. His fingers tightened on her hips, but he didn’t move.
In flare of heat and instinct and need, Temperance began to move, setting a brutal pace that had Booth twitching and gasping beneath her. His scent and his taste filled her senses. The sounds he made and the feel of his sweat-slick skin moving against hers drove her harder and harder, pushing her toward completing the bond. Her only focus was her Guide—Booth was the center of her world, and he was her world.
The careful touch of Booth’s thumb against her clit pushed Temperance over the edge. The stimulation made her vision white out around the edges and she convulsed around him with a scream. Automatically, Booth’s arms were around her and one large, warm hand was stroking down her back. Aftershocks shuddered through her and Temperance clung to Booth’s broad shoulders.
“I’m right here, Bones,” Booth’s voice reminded her. “Just listen to my heartbeat. I’m here, sweetheart. Stay with me.”
The steady thump of Booth’s heartbeat was familiar and comforting. Temperance knew the cadence of every single one of her peoples’ heartbeats, but Booth’s heartbeat was the one she had always focused on. Now, when her senses were glutted on Booth, his heartbeat was almost inconsequential, but she still found it soothing.
Between them, their bond thrummed thick and strong. Temperance could feel Booth connected to her on a level so deep it might even be cellular. Sentinel/Guide studies bordered on the mystic, and Temperance had never had much patience for them, but she couldn’t deny the presence of Booth that touched on her mind.
Happiness filtered down the bond to her, followed by a wave of emotion that took her breath away.
“Oh.” She stared at Booth with wide eyes.
Booth sighed and rubbed his knuckles against her cheek.
“Sweetheart, are you trying to make me the worst Guide ever?” He demanded. “The other Sentinels are going to smell your tears and kick my ass.”
“I will kill anyone who touches you,” Temperance snarled.
Booth snorted and shook his head. “Sentinels.” He tugged on a lock of her hair. “What am I going to do with you, Bones?”
“Fuck me,” Temperance demanded.
He blinked at her and flushed. “Okay, yeah. I can do that.”