Take Me to the Church (Sequel to 'Hungry Eyes'&'Iris') M! Definite M!! Author: kiki

Ok, peeps, this is absolutely M material. If you don't like, please don't read. This is the concluding part of my 'Hungry Eyes' and 'Iris' story. It was inspired by the incredibly sensual and suggestive 'Take Me to the Church' by Nik Kershaw. That man is a genius!

Ok, kinda exhausted from this so probably wouldn't be updating stuff for a while.

A special thanks to grandma, jersey, squirt, fab and kas who made their rather enthusiastic responses to this known. You guys rock!

Enjoy!
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Brennan broke the kiss, her eyes unfocused as they searched for his. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open too. Her hand ran up and down his shirt, feeling the muscles clench under her administrations. She smiled down at her trailing fingers then glanced up at him through hooded eyes.

“I’m just going to go into my room. Why don’t you join me in about…two minutes?”

Speechless, Booth nodded and tried not to stare as she walked away, hips swaying hypnotically. Lifetimes seemed to pass before he allowed himself to follow her, although the clock on the wall insisted barely 90 seconds had passed.

He knew the way to her room and made his way there soundlessly. Hands shaking, he pushed open the door. She was standing in the middle of the room, barefoot. The lights were off and she had lit candles. The light from the flickering flames shone brilliantly in her wide eyes and off her newly mussed hair.

Jasmine and sandalwood, I smell the incense burning,

He knew the shining, wondrous joy he saw pouring from her eyes must be reflected in his own. He took a step closer, breath catching in his impossibly dry throat. He faltered. He was so afraid of pushing her, of frightening her away. From this. From what he had eagerly and, he felt, patiently anticipated for so long. Too long. She saw his hesitation, her eyebrow flicking upward. Before he had a chance to explain, to curse his chivalrous nature, she pulled him to her by the belt loops of his trousers. He barely had time to move his mouth into a surprised, delirious smile before he felt her lips pushing, exploring, rubbing against his own. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had imagined, hoped, wished…surely this was all a dream.

I was the faithless one, but you’ve got this worm turning,

Shocked to find his hands trembling violently, he wrapped his arms around her waist, melding her to him. He felt her eyelids flutter. One hand released his pants from her grip (he groaned at the sudden lack of pressure) and travelled, tantalisingly slowly up his stomach, chest, neck, trailed his jawbone, over and back, before tangling in his hair. He moaned his approval, one hand sliding around to the small of her back and slipping under her silk shirt. She gasped against his lips at the touch. Her surprise broke the contact of the kiss. Her eyes struggled open, meeting his. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in, eyes closing, mouth opening. With a sigh, her mouth joined his and their tongues met for the first time.

And now I do believe, I’ll open up and breathe you into me

Tongues stroked and tasted. The only sounds were the gentlest noises of pleasure and the slight rustling of clothes as they pulled one another tighter. Her fingers roamed through his hair, nails occasionally gently dragging over the scalp, sending frissons of sensation racing down his spine. His fingers traced lazy circles across the small of her back. Every now and again he would inch his hand up the length of her spine, as far as the bottom of her bra, and then begin the deliciously slow journey back down. He could feel her lips smiling against his.

He moved the hand at her waist, hardly touching the fabric of her shirt as he travelled up her body. The barely discernible rustling of the cool material over her burning skin had Brennan shivering with bliss. When he reached the end of the trail of buttons, he pulled his mouth ever so gently away from hers. Her eyes remained closed, her lips opening and shutting apparently of their own accord. He grinned lazily at her reaction through heavily lidded eyes.

He moved in once more and pressed his lips onto the skin just below her barely moving lips. A short gasp escaped her at the contact. He chuckled and placed a kiss on her chin. With an enormous effort, she forced her eyes open. Booth began to leave slow, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. She groaned, the sound vibrating off his lips, and her head fell backwards. As his mouth continued to leave warm kisses down past her collarbone and over her sternum, his hand began slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. Realising that this thrilling torture was going to continue, Brennan pulled her head upwards. She wanted this experience to be as sensual, in more ways than one, as possible. Soon, all of the buttons were undone and he pushed the shirt off her shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, forgotten and unnoticed. He was trying desperately to focus on the task at hand, to enjoy and remember every moment but his mind was flooded with all that was to come, all that he would do to her and all that they would do together.

I’d like to drink from you, worship the ground you walk on

He trailed his lips down over the material covering her breasts from view, smiling against her skin as he felt her push them towards him. As difficult as it was, he was going to ignore that particular anatomical part of her…for now. After all, good things come to those who wait. He kissed down her torso, allowing his fingers to run feather-light over the curve of her ribs, stopping them at her quivering hips. He dropped to his knees and moved his mouth down to her bellybutton. There, he slipped his tongue out and traced the outline of the oval torturously slowly. He felt her shudder against him.

He ran his tongue down to the top of her jeans. She whimpered, tangling her fingers in his hair once more. He moved his hands over the front of her jeans, taking his time, letting her excitement grow with every centimetre he inched closer to the button. He undid it with less speed than he might normally have done, tongue running back up to her belly button once more. The thunderous roar of the zipper being pulled down buckled Brennan’s knees and he hissed slightly as they slammed against his chest.

“Booth...”

He smiled, knowing how much she wanted this. It nearly hurt how much he needed this. Well, in some regions more than others, certainly. Clothes were rather restricting in circumstances such as these. Deciding he was going to explore her further, he made no move to divest her of her jeans. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed her through her pants, giving her a quick preview of what was to come.

Be yours in our communion

She cried out, hips thrusting out primitively towards his face. He ran her fingers down her legs, attempting to soothe her as he murmured nonsensical noises of comfort. She choked slightly as she felt him move away from her pubic region. Standing, he looked deep into her eyes once more. Her eyes were cloudy, hazy with desire. He knew his couldn’t be much better. She leaned in, grasping his bottom lip between her teeth. Eyes flashing slightly, she shook her head. His movements followed hers out of necessity, hissing quietly at the pain. He knew it was his punishment for having teased her like that. Well, it could be worse. Her tongue darted out and stroked his trapped lip. His nether regions swelled uncomfortably and he reflexively bucked against her. Definitely could be worse.

“That wasn’t very nice,” she growled, releasing his lip.

He smiled, absently rubbing a finger over his tingling mouth.

“You’re right. It wasn’t. Let me make it up to you.”

With that, he pulled her roughly to him, invading her mouth with his tongue before she had a chance to close her eyes. Moaning into his mouth, she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him flush against her body. Deciding he could do better, he raised his hands to trail the fingers over her bare shoulders. As soon as she had gotten accustomed to the gentle stimulus, he raced his hands down her back, stopping only to firmly grip her behind. She gasped into his mouth. Grinning against her lips, he knew he could make her exclaim louder. His right hand remained on her right cheek while his left moved to the middle and under, stroking her rigorously through her jeans. Her eyes flew open with her accompanying cry. He smiled smugly. Mission accomplished.

Take me to the Church, take me to the Church, of you

His right hand gave her posterior one last, final squeeze before his fingers ran up the length of her spine, tingling the sensitive skin, and stopping at the clasp of her bra. She growled low in her throat, he could feel the sound vibrating down to her chest, as she realised his intentions. She instinctively flexed her back, trying to help him as much as possible. His fingers deftly separated hooks from eyes and she felt pressure loosen as the material came away. Shivering slightly, she broke the kiss and stepped back, giving him the necessary space to remove the garment entirely.

He slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, moving the straps with his assured fingers. Her skin felt feverish, hot and cold everywhere he touched. He took care to graze both his fingers and the fabric down the entire length of her arm, heart pounding as he watched her struggling to keep her eyes open. Wrenching his gaze from her lust-veiled face, his eyes dropped to the flush creeping up her neck and descending further to her heaving, exposed breasts.

Take me to the Church, take me to the Church, of you

Booth lowered his mouth to the cleft between them and kissed tenderly. Her back arched. He moved his hands to her hips, anchoring her to him. She groaned, long and loud, as he began to lick the circumference of her left breast. Taking his time, he moved over and began the same routine with the right. She dug her nails into his back, piercing the skin through the flimsy material of his shirt. He hissed and gave her a playful nip. Finally, he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue rolling over and flicking the hardened nub. Incomprehensible sounds fell from her lips and she pulled him closer.

This continued for several minutes, her cries growing gradually louder. Finally, he began to move his mouth south once more. Her limbs weren’t working too well and she lost her balance slightly as she felt his tongue slide lower, lower… He sank heavily to his knees and ran his tongue over the outline of her underwear, over and back, over and back. Brennan opened her mouth but no sound came out.

His warm, strong hands at her hips began to push her jeans down. His mouth moved, tenderly kissing each exposed fraction of skin. Finally, her jeans were on the floor. She had to grip his arms in order to step out, so compromised was her balance. He peppered kisses around her ankle, moved slowly up her shin, flicked his tongue out and stroked the back of her knee. Shuffling closer to her, he began to kiss the inside of her thighs, moving up and down, up and down so many times Brennan couldn’t remember anything that happened before. He groaned as he felt her shudder violently against him, heard his name, his Christian name, fall repeatedly from her lips, smelt her scent all around him.

And I’ll be on my knees, to give you my confession,

His lips moved diagonally, barely touching the material of her underwear.

“Yes, Seeley, yes...”

He growled, blood slamming in his lower half. He slid his fingers just inside the top of her underwear, at her hip. She was trembling uncontrollably now. His curled fingers acting as a hook, he slowly dragged her underwear down towards the floor, his mouth moving to gently tease the curls now exposed to him. She let out something like a howl as he slipped her underwear off her completely while simultaneously lowering his mouth to plant the most tender of kisses at that bundle of nerves, coursing with electricity, singing for his attention.

Subject of my desire, object of my obsession,

Unable to stop the frantic panting of his breath, his tongue stimulated the area his lips had just vacated. She cried out to God, something he normally would have felt rather smug about, but there really wasn’t enough blood left in his upper half to be able to perform rational cognitive processes. His tongue slipped inside.

“Booooooth......more...need......oh!...need...you......”

He didn’t need telling twice. Standing, but not before planting a chaste kiss on her sex, he took her hands in his and led her backwards towards the bed. The backs of her knees bumped gently against the furniture’s side and he raised her arms, using his upper body strength to slowly lower her onto the quilt.

Your body like a shrine, I offer sacrifices up to you,

Taking a step back, he regarded her. He had dreamed of seeing her like this for so long. It isn’t often reality exceeds fantasy. He needed a moment to admire her, all of her, her skin illuminated by the dancing flames. She shivered under his intense scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

He moved trembling fingers to his shirt, undoing the buttons as quickly as he could. Soon, his torso was naked. He couldn’t remember where he had thrown his shirt. If he had thrown his shirt. This all seemed like a dream. He bent over and rid himself of his shoes and socks, smiling at Brennan’s fit of giggles at his socks, red with a picture of a pepper on them, emblazoned with the words, “Spicy Hot”. He shook himself out of his trousers. He heard her gasp as his fingers moved once more to his waist to pull down his boxers. She gasped again, louder, as he moved them down his legs. Finally, he stood before her, naked. She purred and held her arms out to him.

He climbed onto the bed, slipping a hand under her thighs to move her with him. Within moments, they were lying lengthwise down the bed, Booth staring down at her, both trembling frantically. His skin was hypersensitive everywhere it grazed off hers. She propped herself up on her elbows and ran her tongue over the muscles of his shoulder, down to his chest and encircled his nipples with a warm, wet ring. He gasped, body jerking reflexively. She moaned as his engorged penis hit her thigh. Grinning wickedly, she moved a hand and began to stroke him, ever so softly.

“Bones,” he growled warningly.

Ignoring him, she continued, eyes smiling playfully. Two could play at that game. His fingers moved and began to stroke her most sensitive part, nails gently grazing her folds. She took a serrated breath in, the noise reverberating around the room. They looked at one another. Neither needed the stimulation. Blood was already pounding in the necessary regions, organs suitably swollen. Smiling at her, he moved himself up so his mouth was level with hers, his member resting at her entrance.

And you will let me in, to places sweet and sacred,

He leaned down and kissed her, taking his time to probe his tongue into every inch of her mouth and groaning appreciatively every time the tip of her tongue brushed off his. Eventually, he pulled back. Looked down at her, lips slightly parted, eyes heavy with desire, cheeks gently flushed. Never taking his gaze off hers, he moved into her, heart slamming as he watched her eyes widen.

To where the flame is naked

Both gasped at the intense stimulation at the point where they melded as one. Her lips parted, eyes scrunching at the sensations. He gasped as she clenched around him and gripped the duvet hard. Slowly, and ever so tenderly, he began to move, thrusting his hips against her as she tilted her pelvis to meet him.

Take me to the Church, take me to the Church, of you,

He moved a hand under her thigh, pushing it up towards her body until her foot lay flat on the bed, her leg perpendicular to their moving bodies. This gave him easier access and angled her pubic bone so he could brush areas deep within her, areas that made her scream his name aloud when touched. She ran her hands down his back, pushing his hips deeper into her.

Take me to the Church, take me to the Church, of you,

He increased his speed, giving greater power to the force of his thrusts. Her head fell back with a strangled cry, shoulder blades and bottom digging hard into the mattress as her back arched.

And I’ll be on my feet, to sing my praises to you,

“Seeley,” she moaned, toes curling with pleasure. He propped himself up higher, increasing his leverage. He moved in her, again, again, again… Her eyes rolled. He was no longer in control of his breathing. The headboard was slamming off the wall, giving a rumbling crescendo to their screaming.

Finally, she gasped, “Uh...now...Seeley...Booth...NOW...”

And with that she shuddered. He finally let himself go, crying out her name incessantly as he surrendered his body to his mind-blowing climax. Stars danced on her eyelids, his body seemed to spasm of its own accord. They gripped each other tightly, kissing wherever they could reach as they rode out their high together.

Sing ‘Glory, Hallelujah’

Slowly, their pulse lowered, the sweat on their bodies dried. As it did, Brennan began to shiver, teeth chattering as she trembled with cold. Lips constantly assaulting her face, Booth managed to pull the blankets over them and held her tight, warming her with his arms, his body, his love. She sighed contently and leaned her head against him. Presently, they fell asleep, both with ghosts of smiles gracing their lips, arms wrapped tightly around one another. And when the morning sun woke them, they made love once more, every sensation and movement heightened and elevated, made perfect by their love.

Take me to the Church, take me to the Church, of you.