Suspended (part 3)

“One bed, huh.” Hayley spoke the words quietly, a barely audible sound in the quiet motel room. Brennan, not noticing her comment, stepped past the doorway and into the room. She followed closely behind him, her hand intertwined in his once again. It felt so nice just holding his hand.

“It’s not the greatest looking room, but I’ve definitely stayed in worse.” Brennan commented as he threw his jacket on the edge of the double bed situated to the left of the small room. Hayley took in her surroundings as a vague sense of uneasiness hovered on the edge of her senses. The walls were a dingy white and the rusty brown carpet was tired and worn, and probably should have been changed at least five years prior. An old television was set up across from the bed, two bunny ears protruding from the back of the set like two alien spires.

“Yeah, I guess. Well, I have to pee, so I’ll be right back.” Hayley said as she released Brennan’s hand and walked into the bathroom. It was a tiny room. The white sink and toilet were against the wall to her immediate right, with the shower/bathtub directly across from the door.

After she used the toilet and washed her hands, she walked back into the main room. Brennan was lounging on the bed watching TV, his back against the cheap headboard. She noticed he had taken off his shoes and socks and was watching some show about cooking. She personally found the subject boring, and was a little surprised to find him watching it. What else didn’t she know about him? “You like cooking?”

“Yeah, a little.” Brennan admitted. “Though I like eating great dishes better than making them. Come over and watch with me, and you’ll see it’s really quite interesting.”

“Ok.” Hayley sat down on the bed next to Brennan, her hand finding his as she did so. She stared over at Brennan as he watched the TV intently. How could he find it so interesting?

After several minutes of watching the show, Brennan turned to her with a smile. “See, isn’t it great?”

“I guess if you like watching an old woman cook in the kitchen.”

“Oh come on. You have to like this.”

“No, I don’t.” Hayley turned to face him, beginning to get into the friendly argument.

“Oh come on, you have to admit, she’s pretty good at cooking.”

“Well, I guess you do like older women. Remember the waitress.”

“Oh come on, I was just having a little fun. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Right.” The once fun argument, had begun to get a little serious, and Hayley felt a flair of anger rise within her.

“Oh come here.” Brennan said as he drew her into his arms, she resisted his embrace, but not very strongly.

“What?” Hayley said, still feeling angry.

“You know you mean more to me than some old waitress. Or even a chef on TV.” Brennan smiled at his own joke, and Hayley couldn’t help but smile back. He had such a great smile. Brennan leaned his face in toward hers and Hayley closed her eyes, just as he kissed her. Hayley was a little taken aback at the kiss, but as the intensity of it increased, she soon forgot her surprise. Brennan ran his hand lightly up her side, moving her shirt, a moan escaping from her lips as he did so. Her mind began filling with amorous thoughts, and like a flash in her mind, she tried to picture him without a shirt. He was strong, she knew that. Her thoughts traveled downward from his chest to his pants, and she wondered to herself, I wonder how... But she didn’t let herself finish the thought. Brennan’s hand had continued to move up her shirt, and she moaned again as his hand cupped her right breast. Her thoughts began to run wild with anticipation, and she could feel her body responding to his kisses and touch. Then an uneasy feeling settled in her chest, an unwelcome lump. What am I doing? I must be crazy to want to do this. In a sudden burst of panic, she pulled her head back from his. She said the first thing that came to her mind, which was ironically a shower. How fitting. “Well I’m going to go take a shower and wash out these clothes.”

“Why?” Brennan asked, completely distracted. He pulled her close to him again and began kissing her neck.

Hayley felt a shiver run down her spine and didn’t speak for a moment, she was so lost in the sensations coursing through her body. “Because.” She finally managed to get out. “I haven’t showered in four days.” The thought of how she must smell gave her the motivation to pull away from him once again, this time pushing herself off the bed. Brennan followed after her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she tried to walk toward the door.

“Oh come on.” Brennan said, whispering intently into her ear. He began kissing her neck again, his arms enveloping her, his hands caressing her body. “You can shower later.”

“Later?” Hayley said, her will beginning to break down.

“Yeah. After.” Brennan said as he slowly turned her around to face him and kissed her deeply on the lips. He pressed his body close to hers, and she felt a moment of surprise as she realized she could feel his manhood against her body.

“Are you sure you don’t care?” Hayley said, her argument weakening.

“No, I don’t care.” Brennan said as he lay her down on the bed.

Hayley felt a moment on blind panic, trying to decide what to do. Her body was telling her she wanted this more than anything she had ever wanted, even more than Jaron or Derek, but another part of her still hesitated. Something about it felt wrong, though her mind was racing too quickly for her to properly determine exactly what that was. After several agonizingly long seconds, she pushed the uneasy thoughts from her mind, and returned Brennan’s kisses fervently. She would think about it later. Right now nothing mattered but this moment, this instant in time.

Brennan lifted up the edges of Hayley’s shirt and pulled it up over her head. It fell to the side, quickly forgotten. Brennan’s shirt was next, along with Hayley’s bra. Brennan looked down at her, not speaking. Hayley searched his face intently, afraid that he wouldn’t find her breasts full enough, or alternately, her stomach too large. “What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful, Hayley.” Brennan said, wonder in his voice as he stared down at her.

Hayley blushed, looking down a little. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Brennan said, as he lightly traced his hand in between her breasts down to her stomach. “Just simply beautiful.”

Hayley felt like her heart was about to burst, she was so touched by his declaration. The uneasy feeling began to recede, and she felt a burst of confidence surging through her as she ran her hands down his chest. His flesh felt firm against her touch, her fingers exploring the contours of his developed muscles. “I love you.” The words escaped from her lips, unbidden. The phrase couldn’t do justice to the overflow of emotion she felt toward Brennan in that moment. She felt lightheaded and giddy, unable to contain the excitement stored in her heart.

“I love you too.” Brennan voice cracked as he spoke, and he smiled in embarrassment. They gazed into one another’s eyes for several seconds taking in what had just happened between them. Then Brennan leaned down and kissed Hayley on the neck, causing her to sigh in pleasure at the touch. He lovingly played with her breasts for several seconds before moving down to her waist line. He slowly unbuttoned her pants, and as he did so, Hayley felt a jolt of anticipation run up her spine. He pulled her jeans off, and then proceeded to remove his own, along with his black boxers. Still feeling a little shy, she hesitated for a few seconds before removing her own green and blue striped underwear. She was now as naked as a new born baby. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but she still felt a tinge of hesitation.

Brennan caught the uncertainty in her eyes. “Are you ready?”

Hayley thought for a moment. Did she want to do this? She had only known him for a few days. And yet, in that short time, she had found someone she loved more than any man before him. Yes, she felt ready. “Yeah.”

Brennan gave her another of his smiles. “Ok.”