TITLE: Bones – The Heart Knows What The Heart Wants.
AUTHOR: D M Harper
SUMMARY: How does Doctor Temperance Brennan cope with Agent Booth's absence?
RATING: M Contains sexual content between two female characters. (Be Warned)
DISCLAIMER: This story is written for entertainment only and no profit is obtained. No copyright infringement is indented to 20th Century Fox Television or creators Hart Hanson and Kathy Reichs. All original characters remain my property.
A/N: Please note that for the purposes of future chapters, it is assumed in the fictional world of this story that same-gender marriage has been legal in the State of New York for several years.
Chapter 1
"To Booth!" toasted Jack Hodgins with a raised glass of beer. "Here's hoping he has an excellent four week vacation with his son Parker and returns safely to us."
"Cheers," responded dark haired, thirty-eight year old FBI Supervisory Special Agent Seely Joseph Booth.
"You'll have a fabulous time," deduced Angela Montenegro as she refilled everyone's glass. "And I expect postcards from each stop you make."
Booth grinned gleefully, "You got it Ange."
"Any word on your replacement Seely?" inquired Camille Saroyan, thirty-eight and brunette. "I haven't received any information from the Bureau yet."
Swallowing a mouthful of ale, Booth nodded, "It's some guy named Alex Tanner. He'll be at the Institute nine Monday morning to introduce himself around."
Doctor Temperance Brennan, thirty-two with dark brown hair and blue eyes put down her glass and asked, "So you haven't met them?"
"No Bones, there wasn't enough time. Apparently Agent Tanner has been busy chasing a serial killer over in Richmond for the past week and isn't due back in D.C. until late tonight. I've left some notes for him in my office."
"Ah, fresh meat," quipped Angela with more than a devilish grin.
"Be gentle Ange," taunted Camille. "We don't want to scare him away on the first day."
Lab Intern Wendell Bray scoffed with modicum of relief, "At least I won't be the newbie anymore."
Hodgins placed his arm around the young man's shoulders, "Don't worry Wendell, you'll still be teased accordingly and the brunt of most of my jokes."
"Gee, something to look forward to," muttered Wendell with a smirk.
"Well my favourite squints," announced Booth while looking at his wristwatch. "I need to make a move if I want to catch my flight on time. Are you still right to drive me to the airport Cam?"
"Of course I am Seely, goodnight everyone," answered Camille as she stood.
After hugs goodbye, Booth and Camille left the Founding Fathers Bar and Hodgins was quick to say, "Give them six months and they will be back together again."
"No way," expressed Wendell in shock.
Angela glanced at Temperance, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think it is highly unlikely they will wait that long, I give them three months."
FBI Psychologist Lance Sweets interjected, "I give them until Booth's plane leaves."
All heads turned to him, "Come on, they have a long history and after all these years, Booth and Bones are never going to happen."
"I beg your pardon?" snapped Temperance. "And don't call me Bones."
"Let's face it Tempe," weighed in Hodgins. "You and Booth have had plenty of opportunities to hook up and you haven't."
Taking a drink of beer, Temperance replied, "Although I do love Agent Booth as a friend and he is considered hot by other's standards, he is not my type. Booth and I have a mutual understanding in this regard."
"Well said sweetie!" exclaimed Angela then asked, "More beer everyone?"
"Not for me," answered Sweets. "I have a date with Daisy."
"I need to get going too," confessed Hodgins.
Wendell glanced sheepishly at Angela, "I have a date."
She grinned in return, "It's okay Wendell. You and I have passed the "it's all right to move on" stage. Go enjoy guys."
Temperance bid farewell to the others while Angela strolled up to the bar counter. She returned moments later carrying two flutes of champagne.
"What happened to the beer?" inquired Temperance.
The five foot ten striking woman of Asian and Irish heritage glanced over her shoulder towards to counter, "That hot hot hot vision in the black leather jacket at the bar bought us a drink?"
Looking to her left, Brennan noted the person her best friend had described, "That was a nice gesture."
"Did I mention the word hot?"
"Yes you did, several times in fact and I agree. The person is atheistically pleasing."
Angela rolled her eyes, "Jesus Tempe, our admirer is drop dead gorgeous. I'm going to invite her to join us."
"Ange wait. I'll just go home and leave you to your endeavour for a casual sexual encounter."
Angela shook her head, "Sweetie, I'm not asking them over for me."
Temperance's brows meet in the middle of her forehead, "I don't know what you mean."
"Tempe, it's been quite some time since Sully left and you haven't been with anyone since."
"While I appreciate your concern over my lack of relieving my biological needs, I am fine."
"Sweetie, please don't tell me you are still pining over Sully?"
"No I am not. My feelings for Agent Sully did not include love and even though I miss his company on occasion, I definitely do not pine over him."
"That's a relief because he was just so wrong for you. So now it's time for a booty call."
Before the doctor could ask her friend to explain what she meant, Angela had scurried off towards the generous stranger.
The Forensic Anthropologist observed as the tall, leather jacket, black shirt and jeans attired blonde accepted the invitation and approached the table with Angela.
Stretching out a hand, she said, "Hello."
Returning the handshake, Temperance felt her cheeks flush, "Hello and thank you for the drink."
"You're welcome."
Angela finished her drink and declared, "Goodnight sweetie, see you on Monday." She was gone after planting a quick kiss on Temperance's cheek.
"It looks like it's just you and me."
"So it would appear," replied Temperance. The fact that the good looking stranger had not disclosed her name did not go unnoticed by the brunette. Although embarrassingly inept at social skills, Temperance was no stranger to the rules of casual sexual encounters. No names and no exchange of cell phone numbers meant no further liaisons or contact. She had played the game several times and was not against indulging that evening. Angela had been correct; it was over twelve months since Temperance had participated in satisfying her biological urges.
The stranger smiled brightly and remarked, "Look, I don't want to waste my time or yours. I am not looking for a relationship, but you are an extremely beautiful woman and I would like to spend the evening with you, my treat."
Temperance blushed, "I admire your honesty and admit the thought of sexual intercourse with you is very appealing."
"My car is parked outside if you are ready to leave?"
"As my chemical reaction of Dopamine and Norepinephrime is greatly heightened, I would say that is a logical suggestion."
With a grin, the woman stood and led Temperance outside to a Monaco blue BMW X5. Opening the passenger door for the doctor, she then settled behind the steering wheel.
"This is a most efficient vehicle," commented Temperance, initiating conversation.
"Thank you. Do you always talk so "nerdy"?"
The doctor chortled, "My friends say I am beautiful and intelligent, but am still a geek."
The unfamiliar person chuckled along then pulled into the flow of traffic, "I can't argue with that."
Several blocks later, the BMW pulled into the drive of the four and a half star Sofitel Lafayette Square Hotel. After paying for a five hundred dollar a night suite, the blonde led Temperance to the elevators and said, "There will be toiletries and toothbrushes in the room."
"Obviously you have done this before," stated Temperance matter-of-factly. She noticed a wave of sadness wash over her soon-to-be lover's face.
"No, but I have stayed here before on business and this works for me."
"I fully understand," replied Temperance with empathy.
When the couple reached the room, the unnamed woman opened the door and suggested, "The bathroom is two doors to the right. I'll order a bottle of champagne and some hors d'oeuvres if you would like to take a shower?"
Temperance put down her briefcase and walked down the hallway. Locating the bathroom, she undressed quickly, careful not to crease her clothes. Stepping into the large shower recess, she adjusted the water temperature then moved under the steady stream.
Strong arms engulfed her silently from behind moments later and lips pressed onto the shell of her ear, "You are extremely beautiful and your body is fabulous."
"Thank you," responded Temperance as her body shivered with anticipation.
Hands roamed against her toned stomach then upwards to cover her breasts. Gentle caresses hardened her nipples and the brunette surrendered to the sensations enflaming her senses.
Temperance rolled over in the king size bed and groaned softly. Every muscles in her body ached from overexertion. She'd forgotten how it felt to have sex for hours on end in every conceivable position. Her mystery lover had been very attentive to her needs and Temperance had returned the pleasure in kind.
Opening her eyes slowly, Temperance wasn't surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. Gingerly she rose off the mattress and entered the ensuite. She was delighted to find her underwear had been laundered and her pants suit had been dry cleaned.
Taking the apparel into the bedroom, she carefully removed the protective plastic wrapping and hung the suit on the handle of wardrobe. Returning to the bathroom, Temperance turned on the shower faucets and spent a leisurely time easing the tightness from her muscles.
Once she was dry, Temperance dressed in her under garments then strolled into the bedroom to complete her attire. Going into the living area, she noticed there was a hand written note on Hotel stationary on the counter of the kitchen area.
Picking up the sheet of elegant writing paper, Doctor Brennan took her time to read the message.
Thank you for a wonderful evening.
I hope your biological needs were met, I know mine certainly were.
Breakfast has been ordered for you and will arrive at ten.
Checkout is at noon, so feel free to enjoy the amenities until then.
Temperance smiled at the memory of how all her desires had been satisfied more than once during the night and early morning hours.
After picking up some groceries, Temperance arrived home to her apartment at 415 Elmsworth Street, NW Washington and five minutes later Angela phoned.
"So Tempe, spill the beans."
"I don't have any to spill, and hello."
"Come on sweetie, dish the dirt," urged her friend.
"I have nothing to tell."
"Too bad, oh by the way, put on your coffee maker, I am at your front door."
There was a gentle knock and Temperance closed her phone. She opened the door to a grinning Angela.
"I've bought muffins," declared the visitor with a devilish grin.
"I'm still not saying a word," announced Temperance stoically.
Angela walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine, "So it was that good? Sweetie, you still have the same outfit on you were wearing last night."
Knowing her friend would badger her for hours, Temperance relented, "It was the most gratifying sexual experience I have ever encountered."
Angela's face lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree, "Oh my god, really?"
"Yes." Temperance sat down at the counter while Angela poured two mugs of coffee.
"Details sweetie," probed Angela as she took a seat.
The doctor blushed a light shade of crimson, "I've never and I mean never, reached that level of intensity before."
"Do tell."
The reply was diagnostic, "I orgasmed three times whilst in the shower than another twenty-two times before my body became exhausted and I could not continue."
Angela choked on her coffee then gasped, "Oh my god sweetie that is incredible."
"Every muscle aches and my lover was very adventurous. Her stamina was phenomenal and equal to mine. Several times during our encounter, I was made to laugh. I think humour during intercourse is an admirable quality. I enjoy a lover who is passionate and uninhibited and they were both. I was also left a note and she had my clothes cleaned." Temperance extracted the piece of paper from her trouser pocket and handed it to Angela.
Angela read the note then gave her assessment, "Nice handwriting and that's a few nice compliments."
"I know I've always been a proficient lover in the past, but I reached new heights," countered Temperance without a hint of modesty.
Angela giggled, "Oh honey, I am so happy for you. Talk about clearing out the old cobwebs."
"I did not have cobwebs. I find masturbation is an acceptable solution to biological requirements."
"Bren, you are talking to the converted here."
Both women laughed before Angela probed for more details over several mugs of coffee and muffins.