A/N: This is going to be a little more than a mere one-shot and I really had fun writing the first chapter. As always, all standard disclaimers apply.
Enjoy!
The Date after the Dumping
Chapter 1 – The Date
Booth and Brennan exited Sweets' office bickering about where to go for dinner, leaving the whiz kid psychologist by himself. The bickering continued all the way to the elevators and down to the parking garage where Booth's FBI issue SUV was, much to the amusement of everyone who happened to cross paths with the formidable crime fighting duo.
"Fine, we'll get some Thai, Bones," he finally said.
"I knew you'd see things my way eventually," she replied.
They got to the restaurant she had suggested and took a table in a quiet corner. If she was still uncomfortable with Mark and Jason breaking up with her it didn't show, not any more. In fact, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Booth's company, as he noticed. For his part, he could not help stealing glances at the magnificent cleavage her blue-black dress exposed. She's so beautiful, he kept thinking.
There is one for everyone, he said, she was thinking the entire time. She hoped that her facial expression did not betray her thoughts as she tried to suppress them and focus on the casual conversation she herself had initiated.
"Are you up for some dessert, Bones?" Booth asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Well, Angela says that sugary desserts, predominantly ice cream, are an effective remedy for post break-up depression, so I'm willing to put the theory to the test. I mean, yes, I'd love some dessert."
"I don't think you get the concept," he chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"In cases like this, you are supposed to stay at home, in your pajamas, watching chick flicks, possibly crying your eyes out, while eating the ice cream straight from the carton."
"Oh."
"At least that's the stereotype as depicted in the movies."
"But I'm not doing that."
"Nope. You went out with me to have a good time and forget about those two idiots."
"Referring to Mark and Jason as idiots is kind of harsh, you know."
"Kind of, but it's also true. As I said before, if they can't fully appreciate you, they don't deserve you."
"Thank you, Booth."
"Don't mention it. Now, after dinner, what would you do on a normal date?"
"Depends," she replied.
"Care to clarify?"
"I would either suggest or be open to the suggestion of going to a bar for drinks and maybe dancing. Alternatively, I would suggest my place."
"So, can I interest you in having drinks?"
"You can, Booth."
He signaled a waiter for the check after they finished their dessert. Ever the gentleman, he held her coat for her to put on and escorted her to the SUV with his hand on the small of her back – as usual. From the restaurant he drove to a nice piano bar he knew. It was kind of an upscale establishment, so they weren't really overdressed for the occasion.
"Care to dance?" Booth asked when the band started playing a really nice piece.
"Why not?" She took his hand and allowed him to guide her to the dance floor. Relaxing in his arms, she let him lead, being perfectly content to spend a nice evening out with her partner, who was also her best friend. "Just so you know, Booth, I'm having a great time tonight; better than I'd have had with either Mark or Jason," she said a little while later, after they returned to their table.
"See, Bones? I am fun in a strictly conversational setting."
"You really are." She smiled warmly.
"Beats a gallery opening, although I think we should try that kind of thing, too."
"I agree. However…"
"What?"
"There is a fundraiser at the Jeffersonian next week, and I am obligated to attend."
"Since I'm the official FBI liaison to the Jeffersonian, I'd be happy to accompany you, Bones."
"Thank you. Hodgins will surely figure out a way to avoid it as usual, but I think it would be beneficial if potential donors heard about our work from you as well."
"Great! I'll just have to rent a tux."
"Yeah…" She tried to imagine him in a tuxedo and the image forming in her mind was not bad, not bad at all and she didn't even try to suppress it. "I have a better idea."
"Let's hear it."
"I was thinking about getting you a tux of your own."
"Bones, you don't have to."
"It'll be worth it if we can secure the increased funding we need. And impressions go a long way, especially with the kind of people who, as you would say, fork out the big bucks. Besides, you'll need it."
"I will?"
"Yes. I can think of no one better than you to accompany me to various functions where I might require a date. I'd consider it a personal favor – a partner thing."
"OK Bones, you sold me."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means you convinced me."
"Excellent. On Monday we'll go to pick out a tux for you."
"Sure. Another drink?"
"Yes, I'd like one. What about you?"
"I'm fine. Besides, I'm driving." He got the attention of a passing waiter and ordered a drink for Bones and a soda for himself. The way he saw it, giving her a good time would help take her mind off those two idiots, Mark the deep sea welder and 'gay' Jason.
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"I had a great time tonight," she said as he held the passenger door of his vehicle open for her. "Thank you."
"I'm really glad I could give you a good time, Bones."
She turned to look at him as he carefully backed out of the parking space. She noted the concentration evident on his face and how perfect his profile was. Brennan was not drunk, but the alcohol she had consumed had helped lower her inhibitions.
"Could be even better though," she remarked casually.
"How so?"
"Normally I would expect to have sex after a date like that."
Predictably, Booth was caught off guard. "What?"
"Such a nice evening would have most likely ended with me and my date having sex."
"I thought you wanted company in a strictly conversational setting. Your words, not mine."
"My place is a different setting altogether. Besides, I was planning on doing this exact thing, had they not broken up with me."
"Yeah…"
"Although…"
"Yeah?"
"Since I find that my biological urges still need to be satisfied…"
"What are you talking about, Bones?" Booth was mentally cringing at the prospect of being reduced to a chauffeur taking her to some schmuck's place for a booty call after such an awesome evening. He'd never be able to live it down.
"I was considering asking you to help me deal with said urges."
"Excuse me?" His voice was up a couple of octaves.
"You heard me."
"Bones, you are drunk."
"No, I'm not. I have consumed enough alcohol to lower my inhibitions and bring about a feeling of euphoria, but not so much as to impair my judgment."
"You are talking squint, so I suppose you are not drunk," he conceded. "But I have to ask: Are you propositioning me, Bones?"
"Yes. Yes I am. And I expect an answer."
"It was kind of sudden, don't you think?"
"Don't you find me appealing?"
"Bones, you are beautiful, in every sense of the word. I just don't want us to do something we'll regret later, or, worse, compromise our friendship and our partnership."
"Remember the first time we worked together, Booth?"
"I could never forget it."
"As I recall, I was strongly attracted to you, even back then."
"So was I."
"Now, my level of sobriety is a lot higher than it was that night."
"Well, so is mine."
"Our friendship and our partnership will not be in any danger, not the way I see it."
"How exactly do you see it?"
"I see it as adding a sexual component to our friendship, which won't have to adversely affect our partnership."
"You mean like… a friends with benefits kind of thing?"
"I believe that's a good way of describing it."
"You are right, I think."
"I'm right most of the time."
"That you are."
"So, how about taking this to your place? It's closer to where we are than mine. Assuming you accept of course."
He pondered the subject for a few seconds. He wanted Bones like nothing else in the world. Hell, he loved her, he'd fallen hard for her from day one. No other woman measured up to her. She had become his standard. And now, he had an opportunity to not only make love to Bones, but also maybe find out the full depth of her feelings for him. He knew for a fact those feelings existed. "Okay Bones, you win."
She settled back in her seat with a satisfied expression on her face. "Then step on it."
He gladly obliged and a few minutes later he was parking the car in the street outside his place. She was so eager to finally get what she'd wanted for so long that she didn't wait for him to come around and open the door for her. They walked arm in arm to his building and got in the elevator. Suddenly, she pulled him down to her by the tie. She was tall and with the high heels she was wearing it was only a short distance to her lips.
The kiss lasted all the way up to his floor and was way better than the one they'd shared in her office last Christmas, when Caroline had made them kiss for her own personal entertainment. Temperance tapped her foot impatiently while he was opening the door. The moment they went inside, she grabbed him and kissed him again. They were still in a lip lock when they both kicked off their shoes and got rid of her coat and his suit jacket. Without warning, the Alpha Male Caveman side of his personality took over, so he hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her kicking and giggling to the bedroom.
"Booth, put me down," she giggled. And put her down he did, on the bed, and then leaned in to capture her lips with his again. She had a hungry look in her eyes, and he was determined to teach her once and for all the difference between merely having sex and making love, and even though she believed they would be doing the former, she would inevitably realize that the latter was actually happening. The lesson would begin with the necessary foreplay. She had wandering hands, eagerly exploring his still fully clothed body. In contrast, his hands didn't stray beyond her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders or her waist – for now.
He was trailing kisses and light nips from her earlobes down her jaw and neck to her clavicles and back up again and she'd already managed to remove his tie and unbutton and push off his shirt before heading further south and fumbling with his Cocky belt buckle. Taking his cue, his own fingers found the zipper on the low-cut back of her dress and started pulling it down, noting with pleasant surprise that she wasn't wearing a bra. She got up from the bed and let the dress slide off her shoulders and pool around her feet. Booth sucked in a breath seeing her just in a pair of lace trimmed blue-black satin boy shorts. If anyone were to ask him if he thought of himself as a boob man, an ass man or a leg man, he'd reply that he was a Bones man all the way.
"You are so beautiful, Bones," he managed to say.
"And you are way overdressed, Booth. Pants off, now!"
He promptly obliged her. "Do you like what you see?"
"I really do," she said, her eyes fixated on his ostentatious boxer shorts, already tented by his straining erection. She really liked the effect she had on him. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she remembered the last time she'd seen his equipment. It had impressed her and he wasn't even hard back then. "So I guess your rebellious nature includes your underwear as well, huh Booth?"
"That's me, Bones, a free thinking maverick rebel all the way." Taking a classic aggressive male pose, as Gordon Gordon had once described this stance, he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his black boxer shorts that were decorated with dancing skeletons.
"As much as I like them, they'll have to come off, too."
"All in due time, Bones, all in due time." He grasped her shoulders and firmly, but gently, pushed her back down on to the bed, his lips teasing a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, eliciting a low moan. His left hand cradled her head and his right hand made its way to her chest and started massaging her full breasts, one after the other, paying teasingly brief attention to her nipples which were erect from arousal.
"Booth," she groaned.
"Shhh… Relax. I know what I'm doing." With that he took one rosy bud between his lips and sucked on it, simultaneously twirling his tongue around it. Brennan was on the verge of a sensory overload, her hands tightly gripping the sheets – and they were still in the beginning. She gasped as he released the right nipple with a soft pop and focused his attention on the left one. Then, he kissed his way down her abdomen, pausing to blow a raspberry on her bellybutton, causing her to yelp in surprise and giggle. He looked up at her and smiled deviously. She smiled salaciously back at him.
Going nearer her navel, he could sense the heat emanating from her center and smell the deliciously feminine scent of her arousal. He hooked his index fingers on the elastic waistband of her boy shorts and started pulling them down, being tortuously slow on purpose. She arched her back and lifted her derriere and hips off the bed to make it easier for him. He placed feather light kisses on every millimeter of skin he exposed as it was revealed. Bones could feel the tension in the pit of her stomach increase exponentially and she knew she was quite close to exploding in a powerful orgasm.
"Please," she moaned.
"Not yet."
"But…"
"Patience is a virtue, Bones." As he spoke he pulled her underwear past her knees and off of her completely, throwing the already soaked with her juices garment over his shoulder. To get there his hands had caressed her long shapely legs all the way from her hip bones to her ankles on the outside, while his mouth paid attention to her inner thighs, the backs of her knees and down her calves. Standing up to admire his handiwork, he saw her lying on his bed, legs slightly apart, her chest heaving with every ragged breath, half-lidded eyes smoky with desire and lips swollen from his kisses.
"Perfection. You are pure perfection, Bones."
"I think you've already paid me a similar compliment. Now, get back down here and finish what you started."
"It'll be my pleasure."
"Mine too. Get to work." Just in case, she decided to talk a little dirty. "I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name."
"You'll forget any name you've ever had, trust me," he replied in a cocksure tone.
"And what names did I have?" Brennan asked huskily.
"Joy Keenan," he began listing them, first kissing her lips. "Temperance Brennan," he continued, kissing the valley between her breasts. "Bones," he teased, swirling his tongue around her bellybutton. "Roxy Scallion," he said pointedly, his hot breath playing on her very wet center.
"I want my Tiger, Tony," she goaded him, switching to her Roxy voice. "I need my Tiger."
Her words had an immediate effect on him. He closed the remaining distance and kissed her swollen clit. The brief contact sent powerful jolts of electricity throughout her body and she almost came there and then. It also caused her to jerk her hips up, bringing her in contact with his mouth again. He didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed her labia, spread them apart with a feather light touch of his fingers and lightly licked her slit, flicking his tongue once over her clit at the end of the journey.
"Oh, Booth, oh fuck!" Bones groaned in total pleasure.
"Easy, Bones, I only got started down here." He repeated the move, but this time he sucked her oversensitive nub between his lips, working it gently but firmly. Seconds later, a finger found its way inside her, soon joined by a second. The combined effects of his lips and tongue on her clit and his fingers stimulating her g-spot were too much for her now. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers and she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm, screaming his name at the top of her lungs in ecstasy. He didn't stop his ministrations immediately, but continued at a slow pace and brought her gently down from her high.
"Booth… that was… incredible," she panted.
"So I noticed," he smirked.
"I want more!"
"Ask and you shall receive." He crawled on to the bed next to her and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. She instinctively hooked a leg over his hips, pulling him closer to her. With some help from his hands, she succeeded in getting his boxers to finally come off, revealing him in all his hard glory. He tried to get a condom from a nightstand drawer, but she stopped him, not having to speak, just with a shake of her head and a kiss. He instinctively understood that she was on the pill.
"Enough with the foreplay," she finally said. "Time to get on with the main event." She put emphasis to her words with a hard squeeze that her hand gave his manhood. Obligingly, he rolled on top of her, resting his weight on his elbows, the head of his cock lingering over her entrance and teasingly brushing against it. When she was about to protest the delay, he entered her. His length and girth stretched her as he moved inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him.
They soon found the perfect rhythm for both of them and also discovered that changing it occasionally brought them both to new heights of pleasure. And the one to initiate the changes was usually her, both by the way her body moved against his as well as by means of verbal commands, like 'faster' and 'harder'. She was so incredibly aroused that she had two orgasms and a third well on the way as their bodies tried to become one.
"BOOTH! YOU ARE THE GOD! BOO-OOTH!" Bones screamed as she came.
"BONES!" Booth grunted as he came as well, deep inside her. They remained entwined with each other as their breathing and heart rates slowed down to normal. They were both in seventh heaven, having just experienced exactly what they had been secretly craving for so long.
He was staring unseeing at the ceiling, holding her in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest, when he felt some additional moisture on his skin – and it wasn't sweat. His suspicions were confirmed when her body shook with a sob.
"Bones? Are you crying?"
"No," she said in a small voice.
"Look at me, Bones."
She slowly turned her head up to look at him, the tears still flowing down her flushed cheeks. "You were right," she simply stated.
"About what?"
"Everything you said about two objects occupying the same space, about two people becoming one. I know what you meant. I experienced it myself for the first time tonight. Thank you."
"You are welcome. But why were you crying?"
"It's silly, actually."
"Try me."
"I'm happy."
"I'm happy too, Bones, for both of us."
"You were making love to me all the time, right?" She didn't wait for an answer. "It never felt like merely having sex to me either."
"Now you know the difference."
"I really do. And I realized something else: All the feelings I have for you boil down to an intense passion, to what I can only categorize as love. I love you, Booth." Her statement brought no immediate answer. "Please, say something," she implored, fearful of not having her feelings reciprocated.
"You… love me?" She nodded in the affirmative. "Good, because I love you too, Bones. I always have."
"Then we have a lot of lost time to make up for," she said, rolling on top of him, ready to take charge for the next round.
TBC