Author Note:
"Dear readers, we've been very productive but haven't been posting a lot. We have good resolutions for this year, though, so here we are with a new story! This one's basically writing itself and we thought it would be a fitting fic to start with, since it contains many themes us Bones fans adore. We hope you'll enjoy this as much as we do. Thanks for reading!"
Chapter 1
Booth had arrived late. He had spent several minutes in front of his mirror, looking at himself, trying to decide whether or not he would be going to the masked ball. It was such a cliché, but than again, almost everybody was going; he couldn't be the only one not there. So, he had decided to drag himself out of his dorm room, dressed in a pair of narrow-fitting black jeans, a black, silk shirt with the top buttons undone and a mask covering his eyes. Just like the rest of the outfit, his mask was black. He leaned against one of the pillars of the dance hall and let his gaze drift around the room. His eyes were drawn to an auburn-haired beauty in the corner of the room. Mesmerised by her presence, he uncrossed his arms and crossed the room, walking over to her.
This had been a bad idea. A really bad idea. She shouldn't have let Angela trick her into this. She'd been hard to resist with the costume and makeup and everything ready for the ball. But now, her friend from Arts was nowhere to be seen, and Brennan was feeling really awkward dressed as a 'fierce pirate chick' as Angela had described her. The high-heeled boots were hurting her feet, the blood-red top was too tight and too exposing, and the black and red mask was uncomfortable. The black skirt she could live with, but it was the only thing. Feeling miserable, she took the glass of champagne that was offered to her.
"Aye, captain," Booth spoke to her as he handed her a glass of champagne. She was gorgeous and yet she was all alone. Conclusion? She already had a boyfriend. "So," he smiled at her as he sipped his own glass of champagne. "What's his name?"
"Excuse me?" Brennan said, not having expected a conversation. She wanted to go back to her dorm.
"Your boyfriend," he clarified. "What's his name? I mean, you must have a boyfriend, you're the most beautiful creature in the room." He tapped her glass with his own and winked at her. "Too bad, though, 'cause I really," he leaned in towards her, "really want to dance with you."
"I don't have a boyfriend and I don't dance. I was just leaving, in fact," she told him.
Gently, he took the glass of champagne from her and put both glasses down on the table. "Nope, you can't leave without having had a dance. And I bet you haven't danced with anyone yet." When she didn't protest, he smiled at her. "Thought so. So, come on. One dance, Captain. What can it hurt?"
"Since when does Zorro dance with pirates?" Nevertheless, she followed him onto the dance floor without much enthusiasm, absolutely certain Angela would scold her for months to come for not taking this opportunity.
"Since pirates look like you. Beautiful, confident, breathtaking." Booth pulled her into his arms as a slow dance started and they swayed around the room, staying close to each other.
Brennan rolled her eyes at him. "Just so you know, I'm not sleeping with you if that's what you're after. I'm going home after this dance."
Booth simply smiled at her as they continued to sway. When the tempo changed, he didn't release her, he didn't speed up his pace. Instead, he simply held her gaze and continued to dance with her.
She was tired; it was already after her usual bedtime. The gentle rhythm of their dance almost lulled her to sleep. She just followed 'Zorro' across the dance floor. Angela had better be proud of her for once.
He felt her relax in his arms and he softly traced a line on her neck with the tip of his nose. "Don't fall asleep on me, Captain. The night is still young," he chuckled.
"Not for me. I have to study in the morning," she mumbled. He smelled nice. She'd never tell him, but he did. He was surprisingly chivalrous despite being so terribly cocky.
"You can sleep in the morning, study in the afternoon," he murmured back. "It's Saturday tomorrow, Captain. You can stay up past your bedtime." She had such a calming influence on him that he wasn't quite ready yet to let her go. They continued to dance slowly, tenderly even for the next half hour. However, this was no place to talk to her and act like a couple - which was giving him great satisfaction - so, he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand as he guided them into a corner of the room. "But, I can see that you don't usually do this." He smiled at her. "I don't either, I have to say. Maybe we can continue our party elsewhere?"
She huffed. "I don't know how much clearer I can be than this." She moved her head closer to his face to make sure he heard her. "I'm not going to sleep with you. The dancing was nice, but that's it." She did like dancing with him. A little bit too much, perhaps, because she felt certain hormones stir inside her.
"Who said anything about sleeping together?" He shook his head. "You made it clear. I was talking about some more dancing. But without the entire university as an audience."
She shouldn't be asking this, but she did. "What do you propose?"
"We could go to your dorm room, so that you can kick me out when you don't want to dance anymore." Booth gently kissed her temple. "What do you think, Captain? Is that an acceptable proposal?"
"I don't have a stereo," she replied. This was all wrong, but she couldn't resist it.
"That's perfect. We don't need music, listen..." He was quiet for a few minutes. "The music that is playing is fast and upbeat, but we are dancing slowly, to a very different beat."
"I prefer to go to your dorm instead," she blurted out. At least then she could leave at any moment she wanted and he wouldn't know where she lived.
"Okay," he stood back and took her hand in his. "I even have a stereo." He pulled her towards the exit, then stopped. "Do you have everything you need? Do you need to tell a friend where you're going?"
"Oh, yes. Angela. I have no clue where she is, though." Brennan glanced around but didn't spot her friend.
"What was she dressed like? I can help you look for her," he offered.
"Actually, let me just try to find her. I'll be back in a few minutes." She quickly slipped into the crowd and indeed found her friend. She was dancing with someone dressed as Einstein. When Brennan tapped her shoulder, Angela stopped dancing and focussed her attention on her friend. "Angela. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I think I'm going to this guy's dorm. He's dressed like Zorro and he says he just wants to dance. What should I do?"
"Have fun, Captain!" She grabbed Brennan by her shoulders and whispered in her ear. "And safe sex," she grinned. "Enjoy!" And with that she pushed her back into the crowd and turned back to Jack Hodgins, who was a Senior, working on achieving a PhD in Entomology.
Brennan blushed and walked back to Zorro. "I - uhm - I'm ready to go."
That was quick, but he wasn't going to complain. "Okay, let's go." He opened the door for her and followed her out. Once they were in the cool night air, he placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to his dorm room, at the end of campus. He felt very lucky that he had a dorm room of his own. It was small, but clean.
Brennan hesitated before walking into his room, realising what she was doing and that it was potentially dangerous. "I don't know if this is a good idea. What if you lock me up, then rape and murder me?"
"We can still go to your dorm, if you'd be more comfortable there," he suggested. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he told her softly, but seriously.
"How do I know I can trust you?" If her dad ever found out about this, he'd kill her for sure. She was about to stop this craziness and leave.
"You don't," he whispered, as he leaned in and kissed her.
At that moment, the moment his lips boldly touched hers, her thoughts were erased and her brain fell silent. She found her body responding, kissing him back.
He moved them over the threshold. Kicking the door shut behind him, he wrapped his arms around her as he deepened their kiss.
Her arms went around his neck as she kissed him back. A fire had been lit up inside of her, and she couldn't think about anything other than this man. For some reason she trusted him, was attracted to him even. She hadn't even seen his face. It was crazy, but here she was.
Booth held her closely to him, feeling her curves pressed up against him, his body stirring at her intoxicating proximity. Booth bent through his knees and swept her off of her feet, carrying her to his bed.
She hardly had any rational thought left. He inspired something in her that no one ever managed to awaken before; she was acting straight on emotions. She pressed herself against him, wanting to taste him, feel him, feel him feel her...
He laid her down on the bed and stretched his body out over hers. His hands rested on her hips as he pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to the side of her neck.
They hadn't even had time to turn on the lights. It was very dark in the room so they did everything by touch. She pulled the mask off her face and discarded it. Her hips pushed into his. She'd never felt this aroused before in her life.
He had noticed that she had taken her mask off. He reached for it and once his fingers closed around it, he gently put it back on. When she opened her mouth, he kissed her deeply. As they parted for air, he shook his head. "Leave it on." He smirked, "Take the rest off."
"It's uncomfortable," she protested breathlessly, pushing his hand away.
"I'll distract you, real quick." Booth kissed her again and sat up. He pulled the silk shirt off and took his shoes off. He started unbuttoning his jeans and smiled at her. "Do you want me to give you a hand with that?"
"Yes," she said, holding her breath. This brief break from their exertions gave her a short time to think things through, and she realised she was doing everything she promised herself she wouldn't.
He offered her his hand and when she took it, he helped her sit up, removed her top, he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her long, slender legs. Her boots were the next things to go and when she was only dressed in her underwear, he pulled his jeans off and went to sit in between her slightly spread legs. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It was still relatively dark in his bedroom and when he leaned in and closed his lips around her nipple, the gasp he heard was music to his ears.
She'd never allowed anyone to touch her this intimately. She focussed on how good it felt and let the guilty pleasure overwhelm her. She should be scared, and she was, but not scared enough to stop him.
His hands caressed her back and when they rested on the waistband of her panties, he leaned forward, guiding her down to the bed. Booth continued to explore her nipple with his lips and tongue as he lifted her bottom, removing her panties. When she was naked, except for the mask, he pulled his boxers off. "Birth control?" he whispered into her ear as he positioned himself between her legs, his lips brushing lightly over hers.
Yes! her brain shouted at her. "Yes, of course," she panted. Was he stupid? Of course she wanted to use birth control.
Well that was one less issue. He placed one hand on her tummy and when he felt her tremble beneath him, he looked up into her eyes as his fingers slipped lower, dipping between her folds, caressing her intimately. "Tell me something, Captain. Will I be your first?" he teased her, slipping his fingertip inside of her body.
"Yes, actually," she said, blushing deeply, then gasping as his fingers entered her fully. "Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters," he stated softly. "Your body hasn't done this before. It might hurt a bit at first, but," he kissed her deeply as he slipped two fingers inside. "It'll be worth it."
She never thought she would, but she nodded. Did this make her a slut? She didn't know this man. She felt his fingers stretch her, felt her natural lubricant flow. She'd fantasized about this, and she wanted it. "Be gentle," was all she told him to do. God, he made her body feel good.
"I will," he promised her. He removed his fingers from within her body. "I'll be right back," he told her. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and grabbed his bottle of lube, then he returned to his bedroom. He joined her on the bed and poured some lube on his hand. He stroked himself, spreading the liquid over himself, then he guided himself inside of her body, inch by inch.
She assumed he'd put on the condom, but before she could make sure, he was pressing into her. Though it was indeed a bit painful, she felt her body yield inch by inch, taking him in. She winced as he tore her hymen, and it flooded her with emotions, like nothing would ever be the same again. She grabbed his face to kiss him.
His fingers tangled in her hair as she kissed him. He couldn't fight his instincts and Booth rocked his hips into hers, setting a fast, demanding rhythm. His steady breathing turned into deep moans and harsh panting as they danced around each other, guiding each other closer and closer to that blissful abyss with each thrust and swirl of their hips.
His scent was intoxicating, and because he didn't know anything about her, she was able to give herself wholly to him. To hand herself over to her instincts, to pleasure, and to orgasm. It was by far the most powerful one she'd ever had, and she gladly let him ride it out after he'd emptied inside her.
Her back arched when her orgasm washed over her and Booth sneaked his arms around her waist, clutching her to him as he rode out his own pleasure. They fell next to each other panting, the sound of heaving breaths filling the room. He rolled her onto her side, spooned her from behind and reached for the blanket. "Sleep, Captain," he kissed her shoulder. "You must be exhausted. I know I am."
"That was very pleasurable," she mumbled. She still hadn't got to know him better, but his arms around her felt good. It felt safe.
"That was the idea," he caressed her tummy with his fingertips."Sleep, baby."
"I'm not your baby," she protested, and at the same time felt her skin tingle where he touched her.
His fingers continued to dance over her soft skin, making a path from her tummy down to her thighs, back up to her breasts, caressing her body respectfully with light touches. "Tonight, you are."
Any other day, that comment would have made her angry, but not tonight. "I think you've ruined my study day," she whispered as her eyes were already falling closed.
"There is always the afternoon," he murmured, "besides, look at it this way, I gave you a very pleasurable evening."
"I'm fairly certain my professor won't think of that as an acceptable alternative to studying."
"Even your professor knows that if you work hard, you play hard. Now that we've played," he teased, "it's time to rest." Booth entangled his legs with hers and cupped her breast lightly in his palm. "Good night, Captain."
"Night," she whispered as sleep finally won and pulled her under.
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