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Special Agent Seeley Booth was not always a good Catholic, much to his consternation.
Despite the value he placed on his spiritual convictions, many of his life choices had led him to decisions that were counter to what he’d learned growing up. He’d been a sniper in the military, he’d had a child out of wedlock, and for various important reasons he used contraception with his lovers almost religiously in a very unfunny pun kind of way. It didn’t matter that his son was proof that condoms weren’t infallible, he took the precaution because it gave him a feeling of control over his destiny.
Until Temperance.
She was the only woman he’d ever been with sans condom and while they had both shrugged off the incident the next morning as a passionate accident, Booth had found that the experience had tainted regular sex for him from that point on. After having been inside the love of his life without the barrier, feeling how hot and silky she gripped him, the subtle movements of her muscles as she came, and the aftermath as she lay there panting and his seed slowly slipped down the enticing curve of her rear to soak into the sheets...he craved it.
For once the universe rewarded him, not just with the love of a good woman who was wholly dedicated and loyal to him but eight months of bare-skinned sex that only seemed to get better every time. Temperance, God bless her, had always been more sexually liberated and open than he had and while she didn’t call him on the clear fascination he had, she may or may not have taken to splaying her legs open so he could see more clearly. He had enough mental snapshots to fill his spank bank many times over, but between the honeymoon phase and pregnancy hormones, Booth hadn’t needed them.
Around month six, her womb had grown to proportions that made missionary not just impractical but uncomfortable for her and so they’d taken to cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, and this one particularly yoga-like position that Booth was always amazed was even possible at this stage of her pregnancy but Temperance insisted that it actually widened her hipbone alignment and would help prepare her body for childbirth.
Fucking her from behind with one hand braced against the headboard and the other cradling her baby bump was somehow even better than just fucking her raw.
This was incontrovertible proof, the stuff of science that his lady love chased everyday. Everyone could see her and knew that they’d made a baby, that she was his, that he been inside her and-
After Christine’s birth, they’d never started using condoms again.
There hadn’t ever been a real conversation beyond her sliding into his lap on week seven post-birth and fisting her graceful fingers around his half-hard erection (watching her breastfeed did something for him) and telling him that she was “taking care of it”.
Seeley Booth took her at her word. He’d always trusted Bones to tell him the truth so if she said it was under control and they didn’t need to do anything extra, he’d believe her.
That was how they’d gone on for several years, with him not knowing exactly how she was keeping them from getting pregnant but he loved that when they made love it was just him and her and it felt primal, almost visceral in how intimate it was. In some ways, it made him feel like a better Catholic. He’d found the one woman God had made for him, they were together in the ways God had intended (man and woman and nothing between them but love), and he’d even managed to get a ring on her finger. It was everything he had ever wanted.
“I stopped taking birth control,” she whispered in his ear, waiting until he stopped choking on his beer and met her eyes. “I want another child.”
Booth swallowed heavily and set his beer down, glancing around to make sure their friends were far enough from the high-top table in the bar for them to have a somewhat private conversation. “Don’t you think we should have talked about it first?”
“Life is short, Booth, that’s what you always say. When Sweets-” she broke off, her eyes glistening sadly before she continued, “I don’t want to wait anymore. Besides,” she grinned lasciviously, leaning over to place a slow deliberate kiss against his lips, “you like it when I’m pregnant.”
It was true so he didn’t deny it. “Are you sure?”
“Sure enough that I’d let you take me into the bathroom and have intercourse right now,” she admitted, biting her lip when his entire body stiffened at the vulgar suggestion. “Too bad that’s already been scratched off the bucket list.”
“We can revisit places on the bucket list, Bones.”
“Or we could take advantage of the fact that the Hoover is basically deserted because of the holiday and finally scratch off your desk.”
While that particular locale was annoyingly high on the bucket list of places Booth wished he could fuck his wife, he knew better than to actually do it. Not just because there was a promotion whispering in the air but also because Temperance was not quiet and a deserted Hoover Building was not an empty Hoover Building. Besides, he liked the idea of making a baby with her in their marriage bed.
It was sacred, a reverent ritual carried down through the centuries; man and woman coming together and reflecting the light of God’s love in human form and creating new life. It should be slow and sweet, their hands and mouths soft and loving, the rhythm evocative and elemental. She should know without saying that he loved her, that he treasured her, that she was everything he had ever dreamed of having in his miserable life; she should know without words that he’d never willingly leave her, that they were meant to be and she could call it science and hormones but he called it fate and knew that a higher power had put them in each other’s paths for a reason.
It ended up being some of those things and not some of those things; they had never done slow and soft very well, Temperance knew what she wanted and knew how to ask for it and Booth struggled with telling her no when faster, harder, deeper sounded so damn tempting.
“God, there, Booth. Right there,” she whispered into the side of his neck with a huff of hot air. He pulled her leg higher until it was caught in the crook of his elbow and her legs had widened enough that every thrust finished with a hard grind against her clit. He knew he’d gotten it right when her nails dug into his forearms and she gritted her teeth as she tilted into the sensation.
“Right there, baby?”
She nodded, those sharp little nails digging in just a bit deeper, and Booth knew she was closer to cumming than he was but that was going to suit him just fine. From experience he knew that when she came first she got swollen and slick in just the right way and his stroking could get that tiny bit rough that he liked before he blew his load. He had to be mindful of the timing, though, because she also became sensitive after and if the two orgasms weren’t close enough he’d hurt her if he kept going and he never wanted to hurt her.
“Tell me,” he demanded, using his other arm to prop himself up so he could see her face, scrunching adorably with strain as she did her best to match his rhythm before stretching up and grasping the bottom of the headboard and bracing herself to push into his movements. It was amazing and wonderful and he could feel the soft walls of her cunt clenching around him and it almost pulled his own orgasm through but the angle just wasn’t quite right, not yet.
“Cum inside of me, Booth,” she said, meeting his eyes with an enticing smile, biting her bottom lip as her body thrummed with sensation and spiraled higher, faster and faster approaching the apex. “Give me a baby,” she demanded, “I want it all.”
“How bad do you want it, Bones?”
“I want to feel you dripping out of me,” she confessed, arching her back so sharply that he had to rise to his knees to keep going but he managed it seamlessly, using his hold on her legs to jerk her hard into his lap until she keened loudly and sobbed as her climax burst and robbed her of the rest of her senses.
He loved her like this, those few precious seconds when all her deeply ingrained logic and pragmatism deserted her and she was at her most raw, her most emotional state. It was like looking into the sun, she was awe-inspiring in her purest form and knowing he was the only one she allowed to see her like this made every stressful day, every stupid fight, every torturously patient moment worth it.
“Gonna fill you up,” he whispered, more to himself than her at that point because everything was coming together in the perfect configuration for him to lose his fucking mind. She was shaking with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, her legs limp over his arms as he thrust like mad, on his knees and he could feel the way the head of his cock was caressing over the spongy front wall of her cunt and he might be imagining it but he felt like he was reaching the end of her, the sensitive tip brushing against her cervical wall and that’s where he needed to be, that’s where he needed to push his seed because then the magic would happen. “Your pretty pussy is gonna take it and when it’s gone, I’m gonna fuck you again and again until you can’t walk around without feeling it. Is that what you want, Bones? You want to walk around work and feel my cum dripping into your panties?”
“Yes!”
He was blind with pleasure, his balls tight and his hip bones screaming from exertion, but he was so close, just a little bit more, a few more thrusts, her legs tightening around him as she moaned loudly, a second smaller orgasm causing her body to stretch tautly again.
Then he was gasping as he erupted, hot jets of seed careening into his wife as he struggled to stay upright and not collapse onto her, his hips moving by rote before he was too sensitive to move anymore and froze in place, braced over her with one hand beside her head and the other resting lightly on the bare skin of her ribs, his thumb softly grazing the swell of her breast above where her heart beat just as riotously as his own.
“One day, you’re going to kill me,” he decided, finding the strength to sit back onto his heels and smile down at this wife. It was his favorite view, he knew; her gorgeous body displayed before him in all it’s perfection. He was still half hard and could see that his cock was sticky and white with slick from the both of them; the gentle way he shifted backward left them both hissing in discomfort before he stood to retrieve a rag to clean up a little before they rested.
“Yeah, but you’ll die happy,” she pointed out, closing her eyes and stretching her arms above her and groaning in pleasure as the warm sleepiness of post-coital relaxation began to sink in. “Do you want to take a shower?”
“Maybe later,” Booth decided, taking his time using the warm hand towel to clean himself up and then his wife as well.
“Later?” She asked, peering at him with an eyebrow raised in question, her body jerking slightly as the rough cloth briefly stimulated her clit and sent a new rush of arousal into her bloodstream.
“Yeah, baby. We’re not done yet.”