After and Before (smutty one-shot, rated M) - by AnaG - [06/10/2007]

Posted 06/10/2007 10:31:37 PM


A promise is a promise. And the deal was...if a2b wrote a smutty one-shot, then so would I. She quite fantastically held up her end of the bargain with the scorching hot Pounding Thunder, so now here I am posting my attempt at smut as I toss back a shot of polka dots for courage. Many many thanks to the fabulous a2b and wills for their encouragement and feedback. And now, guess i've talked enough...lol...hope you enjoy! -AnaG

Temperance Brennan stole a moment to savor the dramatic shift in her circumstances.

To allow the day’s events to weave themselves into the fabric of her history, the makings of a new pattern, a bright line marking the point between before and after. Between risk and reward. Possibility and fulfillment.

Falling for and being in.

Though ever the pragmatist, she would never have conceded the validity of such a metaphor. Instead, she would have insisted that she was being quite rational, observing and collecting the last details of a perfect night.

The texture of woven cotton against the warmth of her bare skin. The fleeting coolness of the underside of the pillow as she pulled it closer. The faint echo coursing through the pipes, the staccato rhythm of water falling against tile in the next room. The unrestrained smile that settled onto her face as the enthusiastic, if slightly off-key rendition of a certain song, a special guilty pleasure, made its way through the walls.

She stretched languidly over the mattress, contentment lost to reawakening desire as she thought of him there, waiting for her, images of him naked beneath the running water, surrounded by tendrils of steam, spurring her on. Rising from the bed, she made her way across the room, eager now to be with him, needing to be with him.

She would never have dared to imagine that this would be how this day ended.

***

It started with a simple hug. Well, maybe not so simple. Nothing between them could ever be called that. Still, that hug should not have been any different from the many they had shared before. But it was.

Maybe it was the way their bodies fit together that allowed them to cross that final distance. To be near enough to feel the faintest quiver of muscle beneath warm skin. For the world to be reduced to the pace of the other’s heartbeat and the movement of one body against the other in an unmatched rhythm of quickening breaths. To know, in that moment, as their arms tightened around each other, that even with no space between them, it was not close enough.

Later, neither would be able to say how or when it changed. Was it her hands moving over his back, creating gentle, aimless patterns over the fabric of his shirt, arousing the nerve endings beneath her fingertips? Or his hands, sliding from her back, along her waist, to rest along the curve of her hip as if it had been made for him? Neither could say, and in the end, it didn’t matter at all.

She felt his breath tracing against the curve of her neck, his lips hovering so near to her skin, teasing out her need until she didn’t question it, until all she wanted was his mouth on her. And then it was, a warm pressure against an untouched place near her shoulder, a slight suction as he withdrew, as if he was trying to capture the pulse fluttering beneath the skin. Her reaction was instant, white heat straight through her core, igniting between her legs. Her fingers tightened against him, curling into his shirt as she pressed closer, seeking purchase, balance, seeking more.

He raised his head, his eyes fastening on hers, question and warning in the smoldering heat they contained. She knew that once they stepped over this line, there would be no turning back, but her gaze never faltered. . He reached out, gently pushing the hair away from her face, softly cupping his hand along her cheek, prolonging and absorbing every detail. Anticipation stole her breath as his thumb traced the edge of her lower lip and he leaned closer.

Then his mouth was on hers, and she could not remember who she was and who she wasn’t. It didn’t matter anymore. Nothing else could matter in the face of the aching desire that consumed her. She placed her hands along the sides of his face and parted her lips to allow the kiss to deepen. As his tongue entered her mouth, invading with a primitive rhythm that mimicked greater intimacy, the only thing she knew was that she wanted him.

Her hands slid to his waist, impatiently pushing up the hem of his shirt, instinct driving her longing to feel his bare skin. As her hand brushed against his stomach, she felt the muscles tighten in reaction to her touch. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes closed as he swallowed hard and tried to catch his breath as her hands continued to roam. He grabbed them, simultaneously stopping the movement and pressing her palm closer to the firm plane of his chest.

There was something he wanted to say, needed to say before they moved further. But the second he saw the feverish look in her eyes, he forgot every word. His eyes were drawn to the obvious evidence of her arousal visible through her thin blouse. He reached out, lightly tracing the curve of her breast, a hot current racing through him as he watched her body respond and heard her breath catch as he touched her, knowing that he had caused it all.

Her reaction was as strong as his, and she shed the last remnants of inhibition, her hands falling to the edge of her shirt, pulling it over her head without hesitation, and dispensing with the hindrance of her lace camisole just as quickly . She shivered as the cool air met her skin, and then flushed hot when she felt his gaze fasten on her. She could feel the tremble in his hands as he reached for her, cupping her in his palm, brushing his thumb across the sensitive flesh. Then he bent down, brought the heat of his mouth onto her skin. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped his shoulders as he traced slow circles, the insistent texture of his tongue driving her mad. His mouth moved, trailing to the hollow of her throat before descending to the other side, his teeth lightly grazing the tender peak as he laid claim to her.

She clutched at his shirt, struggling to get it over his head, consumed with the need to see him, to feel the contrast of his bare chest against hers. She started to protest when his mouth left her but fell into silent wonder as he pulled the shirt over his head. This time, she was the one to take the lead. Her mouth on his, her tongue demanding entrance as her hands wandered over his chest and ran over his back, taking strength from the muscle beneath her palms. As he responded, the kiss became a battle for dominance, each wanting, needing to taste, to consume more of the other. Her exploration continued, her fingertips tracing below the waistband of his jeans. Emboldened by desire, she moved her hand to the front, caressing the hard length of his erection through the heavy cloth, capturing his moan in her mouth and savoring the power of her effect on him.

Frustrated with the barriers between them, she fumbled with the button of his pants, wanting to feel him in her hands, ready to have him inside of her. He stopped her, his hand firmly encircling her wrist. Her efforts thwarted, she looked at him with confusion.

“I thought…don’t you want…?”

He said something about not rushing…taking their time….all night….she didn’t hear it all through the haze, the thrumming pulse that had replaced reason.

“I’ve waited too long already.” She pressed her mouth against his chest, against the pulse at the hollow of his throat, then looked into his eyes. “Haven’t you?”

She hooked her finger through a belt loop, capturing him, pulling him forward as she lead them over the short distance to the bedroom. There would be no more waiting.

With any confusion over intentions dispelled, they each shed their remaining clothing, eyes never leaving the other as each unseen inch of skin was revealed. As the last scraps of lace and cotton fell, they immediately reached for the other, the time apart already feeling like too much. The kiss was like fire, but only a prelude to what followed. Flesh pressed against flesh, hands running over bodies seeking the places previously forbidden. His hands dropping lower, his fingers teasing the curls between her legs before sliding between the silken folds and settling into a deliberate, unrelenting rhythm that threatened her sanity. She reached for him, stroking the length of velvet hardness in a matching pace. Her own desire careening wildly as she felt his body respond, felt him growing impossibly harder beneath her touch.

Movements growing frenzied, they blindly made their way in the direction of the bed. Her legs met the edge of the mattress and she let herself fall, guiding him down with her. Their connection unbroken, his lips tantalizing as he continued to explore her body, slowly, as if trying to memorize each curve and texture as he moved lower, intent on branding her as his own. She gripped his shoulders, urging him back to her, needing him to understand that she couldn’t wait, that as much as she wanted his mouth against her, that here, now, it wasn’t enough.

“No, not now.....I need…..I need.”

Understanding, translating the huskiness and demand in her voice to a yearning that matched his own, he brought his body over hers, bracing his arms on either side. Her legs parted to cradle his body, his solid strength pressing against her thighs, making her feel more vulnerable and powerful than she ever had in her life. The broad head of his penis probed at her entrance, and she closed her eyes, hopelessly clinging to awareness, knowing that after this her life would never be the same.

“Temperance. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, losing herself in the his as he slowly sank into her, filling, stretching, completing her. She trembled as her muscles contracted against him, her heart racing with the realization that this man, this man that meant more to her than life itself was inside of her body, as close as any person could be to another. It was her last rational thought as he moved, withdrawing and then thrusting into her. Her world narrowed to the place where their bodies joined, to the sweet tortuous friction as he moved inside of her, the hard pulse against liquid heat, the rushing ache breaking in waves over her. She gripped his arms, clutched at his back, the force of his muscles tensing beneath her hands spurring her on. She arched against him, meeting and absorbing each stroke against her flesh, chasing the coil of tension building inside of her.

I love you I love you I love you

The words passed through her mind, entwined though threads of electricity, sparks that fired against the darkness and followed the rhythm of his body surging into hers, growing louder as her world contracted and then flew apart. The orgasm ripped through her and took with it the strength to breathe, the beat of her heart, light and dark, everything but the blazing currents ricocheting through her body.

He pounded into her, fueled on by the intensity of the spasms that surrounded him, the unending heat that clasped against every inch of him. With a low groan, he surged forward, burying himself in her as he came, the throbbing pulse inside of her once again sending her over the edge into nothingness.

They lay there, entangled in each other, unwilling to cede anything to the awareness that hovered around them. His head rested next to hers, the rapid pace of his breath loud in her ear, echoing against her own as the aftershocks sent tremors through them both. She waited, expecting the roar of regret, the rumblings of fear to enter her thoughts. Instead, there was only the satisfying comfort of his weight pressing against her, the damp heat of his skin against her own.

‘I love you too.’

His words were a whisper against her skin. His lips pressed against her shoulder, a mirror of the kiss that had ignited this journey. Startled to find that passion had given voice to words she thought still hidden, she closed her eyes. A new sensation threatened to overwhelm her and a tear slipped from beneath her lashes even as the smile found its way to her face.

She was loved. And she loved. Truly, really, finally, completely, unconditionally, without pretense or boundaries…..she loved him.

Posted 08/10/2007 09:41:35 AM by CaRiNeSs

Awww....too sweet...glad they love each other! Can't wait to see what you do next Ana...pps!!!

Posted 08/10/2007 12:28:21 AM by SnoopGirl

That was wonderful. So sweet, hot and sexy all at the same time.

I like stories that have little dialogue - although I find them challenging to write.

Posted 08/10/2007 01:39:10 PM by kiki

Ana! Smut! Smut from ANA!! Steamy hot smut from Ana! Squee! Need I say more?! Loved it!!

Posted 08/10/2007 10:24:30 PM by semperance1

luved iit! amazing! beautiful!

great scene.

Amazing. Your talent for writing shines.