Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
A/N: Okay, this is the beginning of my compilation of the Silence story line. I will compile them little by little so that I can also add a new one every time I add a previously posted chapter. And the order might also be slightly different than the order in which I posted them in Only Between Us. That said, remember, these are all inter-related but not necessarily in a linear time line. Some of them might be up to you to decide where they fall within those months, others might be more explicit. Though I do hope they make sense. And if they DO NOT and you are confused, please let me know so I can reconsider what I'm doing here!
Note: Almost all of the chapters with one-word titles will have already been posted in Only Between Us, whereas the longer titles are only posted in this story. As always, if you have any suggestions, comments, requests, etc. I encourage you to review and let me know! I pay attention to reader response, I promise. So if there's something you'd like to see expanded, a chapter that left you wondering what happened before or after, it works wonders to let me know and this applies to ALL my stories :)
Enjoy!
Silence
Booth was sitting on his couch, barefoot and relaxed with a beer in his hand. He'd long ago exchanged his work suit for a pair of gray sweatpants.
The knock at his door sent his heart racing and made his head spin. Setting down his beer and turning off the TV, he walked to his front door.
He was rock-hard already because he knew who was on the other side and he knew why.
Booth opened the door and stepped back to let his partner through. She walked in wordlessly.
What was there to say? They both knew why she was here.
He shut the door close and turned back to study her as she set her purse down.
She was wearing one of those dresses. The type he only ever saw her wear when she showed up at his door for this. The type of dress, Booth now knew, that would come off with one smooth tug up and leave her naked in front of him.
His eyes burned into hers as he stepped forward and unceremoniously pulled the silky dress over her outstretched arms. She never said a word and neither did he, but Booth never took his eyes off hers.
Because she could hide behind her silence, but she couldn't hide from him.
Just like every other time she was completely naked underneath and just like every other time he dropped the dress on his living room floor and carried her to his bed.
She wrapped her long legs around his hips and trailed kisses up and down his bare chest. He set her in the middle of the bed and stepped back to remove his sweatpants and underwear.
Amidst his dark blue comforter she looked like the most beautiful pagan offering. He looked at her and felt his throat lock. He wondered how much longer he could let this continue. He willed her to say something, to shatter her silence just like she shattered in his arms and finally, finally make it real.
But she remained silent and he knew it wasn't going to be today.
She opened her legs and he slid home in one fluid motion. No foreplay. Because she was always wet and ready when she spread her legs for him and one look at her eyes always told him she didn't want foreplay, she wanted this.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fiercely as he pounded into her over and over again. And she knew by now not to close her eyes because that was the one thing he wouldn't allow.
She moaned wildly into his mouth, her nails leaving trails down his back, and her hips meeting his, thrust for desperate thrust.
He made love to her all night, over and over again and the only noise breaking the silence was the sound of their broken moans.
In the morning she was gone, just like always; the cool sheets inevitably making him wonder if it'd all been a dream.
But she always marked him; the scratches down his back the only reminder amidst the silence.