Here is one that I have been thinking about for some time. I was wondering how Bones and the Deep Sea Welder got together, and this fix it story came to mind. It's AU in terms of the Deep Sea Welder, as he has a sideline in this story, but Bones does some thinking and makes the right choice this time. Don't worry. The Deep Sea Welder is only mentioned in this one. I think that after the incident with Ian in London and Booth's flirting with the female detective there, Bones would have enough pent up anger and frustrations that something would have to blow up. Here is how I see her anger showing itself. It is in two parts. This is not related to my story Someone Special. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
Explanation: I am one who believes that Bones is much more aware and on top of pop culture and normal speech patterns than she portrays. For this story I have her drop "the act" and be painfully clear to Booth as to what she wants and expects. The act, as I call it, is, in my opinion, a protective measure for her so that she doesn't get "too" close to people and allows her to dictate the level of friendship and closeness.
Warning: This one is a bit rougher than I usually write in a sex scene as Bones is in a mood to "feel" alive after a long drought sexually and all the happenings in previous months with Booth's having been shot, his fake death, the situation with Zack, and finally Booth's interference in regards to Ian just recently while she and Booth were in London. For those who are turned off by the notion of, or are uncomfortable reading a scene containing, anal sex, please avoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Booth blearily made his way to his door. He was not happy. It was 2 AM and someone was pounding on his front door! 2! Not 10 or 11 or some other halfway reasonable hour, but the middle of the fucking night! He was going to ream the ass of whoever was disturbing his beauty sleep damn good for this bullshit!
"What?" he said loudly when he flung the door open. Then he saw who was on the other side of the door and his jaw dropped. Bones! And Oh My God! What was she wearing? She was dressed in a way too revealing dress that barely went down below her ass and showed way too much cleavage! Shit! She'd been on the prowl to deal with her urges! Damn it! Why hadn't he caught on during the week and done some discreet sabotage?
"Are you going to let me in?" she demanded coldly. She looked him up and down and loved the bare chest and him only wearing boxers, but she was too pissed off to do anything more than mentally appreciate it for the moment.
"Uh, yeah," he said and moved aside. He gulped as she walked by and he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra at all under that dress. He prayed that she hadn't come here after fucking some schmuck that she picked up to relieve her urges. Noticing her ass, and who couldn't in a dress that short, he could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties, either. He groaned. What was she trying to do? Give him a stroke or heart attack? "Care for a drink?" he asked, trying to think of anything other than the fact that she was dressed like that and it was arousing him.
"I've had plenty to drink tonight," she said in that same cold tone.
"Uh...not that I'm not happy to see you, Bones, but is there some reason you're here at 2 in the morning?" he asked uneasily.
"I wanted to get laid tonight," she told him bluntly.
He closed his eyes and counted to ten, almost wishing that this was some nightmare, but when he opened his eyes and she was still there in front of him, he knew this was all too real.
"Ooookkkaaayyyy," he said slowly with an exaggerated drawl.
"And because of you, I didn't," she angrily told him.
"Now Bones, I swear, I had no idea you were even going out, so I had no way of sabotaging your date," he protested, though he didn't add that if he'd known he would have made damn sure he did sabotage it. He also prayed that she didn't pick up on the fact that he'd just, unintentionally, admitted that he does sabotage her dates when able. He wanted to come out of this "discussion" still having his balls intact and able to father another child if Bones ever decided to give them a chance, and by some miracle of God decided to have a child of her own.
"I didn't have a date," she informed him bluntly.
"You were going to some sleazy bar dressed like that and pick up some nameless schmuck?" Booth exclaimed without thinking.
She raised a brow. "Dressed like what, Booth? A slut? Some woman who is out for only one thing? Or better yet, maybe a whore?" she demanded. She had a purpose here tonight, and she wanted him as off balance as possible.
"No!" Booth backpedaled. Bones must be really pissed if she was talking like this to him, and he still wasn't sure what the Hell was going on.
"And why is it that if a man goes out for the sole purpose to pick up some woman to fuck he's a stud, or some other revered term, but if a woman wants to pick up a guy to fuck for a night with no strings, she's a slut, or a tramp, or, even worse, a whore or some other derogatory term?" she demanded. "Is that how you've looked at me, Booth? Because you of all people know that's what I've done on a number of occasions since we started working together to take care of my urges when I wasn't involved with someone."
"I've never thought of you like that!" he really protested now.
"You certainly haven't approved when I've satisfied my urges," she pointed out, poking a finger at him.
Damn straight he hadn't approved! She was a whole Hell of a lot better than some no strings fuck for a night! But he'd tried that tack in London and she hadn't said anything, though she had at least turned that bastard Ian down, may he rest in peace. For a long time he'd felt that the only one good enough for her was himself, despite how unworthy he considered himself when compared to her. Unfortunately he'd been a total cluster fuck and told her some BS about a line not to be crossed.
"After your interference in London when I was thinking about spending a night with Ian, and then watching you flirt with that female detective, I decided that I've been without for too long," she told him. "I was invited to a bachelorette party that Angela arranged for a friend, and I decided that I would go and at some point take home a willing man for the weekend. Maybe a weekend or two of being fucked senseless would take care of these urges and frustrations I've been having and then I could face working with you without getting so damn angry about your ridiculous line."
Booth was not having an easy time dealing with this side of Bones. He knew it was there, had always known, as it was a side that everyone had at one time or another, but now he was seeing it and the really difficult part was that he was in some ways responsible. He also did not like being on the receiving end of her temper.
"I was about to leave after a few hours and go to a bar that I've found guys at before, but then the strippers showed up," she continued, knowing that he would react to the fact that Angela had hired male strippers for the bachelorette party. She conveniently left out the part about the toy party before the strippers showed up. She herself had placed a large order for a number of new toys and sex aids.
"Strippers!" Booth shouted. Angela was going to get an earful about bringing in male strippers when his Bones was present. Whose side was she on anyway? That kind of bullshit was guaranteed to make Bones look for some scumbag to deal with the increased arousal that a room full of naked guys would produce, especially in someone as sexual as Bones. At least he could comfort himself, minimally, with the knowledge that Bones had been doing without for some time. Small comfort, indeed, but at this moment he'd take what he could get.
"Surprised?" she asked. "Is it so difficult to imagine a room full of women wanting to see a few guys taking off their clothes and showing off their bodies for our appreciation? I thought guys at a bachelor party loved it when a female stripper showed up and spent hours shaking her tits and ass in their faces. Or are strippers supposed to be just a guy thing and women who want to see naked men are just a bunch of harlots?"
"No," Booth said firmly, though he was beginning to get very nervous, as if he hadn't been already. This Bones was damn scary, and he was still trying to figure out what she was doing here.
"Well I met a very good looking stripper tonight, and he was HOT," she told him. "I spent a lot of time with him, loving the personal dances he gave me, and I paid a lot of money tipping him while he was gyrating in front of me. Did I mention that these were fully nude male strippers? He's actually a deep sea welder and does stripping at parties for fun. I imagined sharing my hot tub with him and seeing if he was good at holding his breath while doing a little underwater exploration. I was so ready to take him home for the weekend, and he was all for it, very eager in fact, but then I saw you in my minds eye and stopped."
"What?" Booth asked. He wanted to hurl hearing her describe her activities at the bachelorette party, but she'd startled him with her last statement.
"You!" she shouted. "I saw you and I couldn't do it! Because the man I want is not some handsome, well hung stripper, but you, Booth! I want that perfectly symmetrical body of yours for myself. I want that impressive cock of yours all to myself and enjoy the feel of it pounding in and out of my tight little pussy while I scream your name as I cum! And I realized that no matter who I pick up for a one night stand, or maybe a couple of days of round the clock sex, it would never be enough when the one I want is you."
Booth gulped. He didn't know whether to blush, or shout for joy and do a little touchdown dance in celebration. "So?" he asked meekly. Better to be cautious than risk the Boys at this critical moment.
She gave him a wicked, lecherous smile. "So you're going to give me what I've been needing," she told him. "And I'm not leaving this apartment until I'm satisfied."
Booth blinked rapidly. Already the thoughts going through his head were going to earn him a boat load of Hail Mary's and Our Fathers at his next confession. "Excuse me?" he sputtered almost incoherently.
"You, Booth, are going to be my boytoy, as Angela would say," she told him.
Booth was going to have a serious discussion with Angela about what she was teaching Bones, but that would wait. He wanted to hear more about this. "Really?" he asked.
"Yes," she told him as she sat down on the couch. "Dance!" she ordered.
"Huh?"
Her smile got even more lecherous. "I was going to fuck a stripper, Booth, so I want you to dance for me," she told him. "I still expect to fuck a stripper tonight, and you're going to be my stripper."
She knew that she was being somewhat cruel, and that she was cheapening this somewhat by talking so dirty and angrily, but her emotions were surging. The anger and frustration she felt was very real, and until they had been slaked, there was no way that they could begin this right, and attempt to have the love making experience that he so incredibly described to her a number of months ago. She wanted that, but right now she needed something more primal, more feral. She needed to feel, and in some ways endure, if that was an accurate word. The sex would have been wild and uninhibited with the stripper, but would have lacked the more primal aspect that it would have now with Booth. She only hoped that Booth would somehow understand when she was thinking more rationally. For now, though, she'd began this scenario, and she was going to see it through. Her mind, and, more importantly, her body, needed this.
Booth could have stopped this, and his more realistic side told him he should, but there was something distinctly honest about Bones and how she was acting. He couldn't stop this, given what he was sensing, even if he wanted to. But damn it, he wanted her. He'd wanted her for a long time, and he had a feeling if he screwed this up he wouldn't get another chance. He went over to his stereo and put on a compilation of Foreigner, and some other bands who had a similar beat. He'd once gone undercover for a few nights as a male stripper so he knew what to do, even if it did embarrass the Hell out of him. He was going to make damn sure that she never found out about that undercover assignment, even if it was not a fully nude club. She would never let him hear the end of it.
Bones watched Booth, and nodded in agreement with the music. She enjoyed his saunter back over to her, his lithe, fluid movements enticing and suggestive, but not obscene. He'd obviously done this before, and she would have to ask him about that some time, but not now. When he was directly in front of her she parted her legs, allowing him to move closer. He was almost so close she could feel the heat from his body, and smell the masculine scent of him. She breathed deeply, letting the natural male pheromones work on her senses.
"When I told the stripper that I'd changed my mind and left the party, he was naked," she told Booth. "Take the boxers off. I want my stripper naked. I want some eye candy first."
Taking a deep breath, Booth hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the boxers and pulled them down, exaggerating his movements so his head brushed between her breasts. He heard, and felt when her chest shifted up a bit, the sharp intake of air from Bones. He smiled to himself. He was obviously doing this right in her opinion. He was also sure his suspicions were correct and that she was not wearing any panties as he could smell her arousal when he was bent over like this. Very intoxicating! Straightening up, he looked down and saw her eyes raking over his body, taking in every square inch, then focusing on his hard on. He couldn't help it. This was Bones in front of him dressed like that and he'd actually had his head between her breasts and had smelled her arousal. How could he not be hard?
Bones licked her lips as she saw his cock once more. The first time it had been flaccid and she'd only had a moment, but this time he was right in front of her and he was so deliciously hard for her. He was long and thick, quite probably the biggest she'd ever been with, and she couldn't wait to get her hands, and other parts of her body, on it. His balls hung nice and heavy underneath and she smiled at the thought of what she would be doing with them, too.
"Did anyone say you could stop dancing just because you have your hard cock on display?" she asked him, brow raised again reprovingly. She wanted a show, damn it, and she was going to get one! Here eyes were taking in every minute detail of what he had on display between his legs.
As he began to sway again to the music, she followed the movements carefully. The potent masculinity of Booth was having its effect on her as she felt her nipples harden even further, and her pussy was very wet now, and her clit throbbing. At that moment she had only one thought, and it was one that Angela had said earlier in the evening when the strippers had arrived. Let The Games Begin!
A/N: I had originally intended on making this a one shot, but decided to make into a two parter. This was the set up and I intend on posting the second part tomorrow. I have it written, but want to go over it one more time. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.
A/N2: Even though this story will have a great deal of smut, it also, I think, makes the point that there would be a lot of pent up anger and frustration in Bones after they got back from London. Angry sex, or a more crazed sexual encounter, is a very realistic response in someone like Bones if she were to make a move for Booth instead of the whole two boyfriends aspect. I have always felt that the timing of the two boyfriends idea was off considering the growth of the Bones character and also the thinking that she would have had to do after her talk with the female detective at the end of the two part episode Two Yanks In The UK. It was simply too late in the day for that to happen, especially if she was celibate for some time and apparently waiting for something, or someone, most likely Booth. Even though not directly mentioned, I think that this smutty story addresses that idea that the two boyfriends was too late and did not make sense in the time line. Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but I felt that it would be beneficial to make it clear where a lot of my thoughts are when writing something like this story. Gregg.