This is just a quick one shot i have been working on for a while, I should have a lot of time to write in the next few weeks so i am trying to finish up Dangerous Addiction for those of you who read it, anyways this is rated VERY M and basically is meaningless smut :) enjoy...that is what summer is for after all haha R/R please thanks...
P.S. I was writing this at like 3 am last night, so I did have some tense problems because it started off in 3rd person and then i switched to 2nd half way through, so I apologize for that and I went through and hopefully fixed all of the errors :) Thank you for those who nicely reminded me, I think I was a little delusional last night haha :)
"What do you want Booth?" Brennan asked sharply and you could hear angry edge in her voice. If you were answering honestly, you probably could've thought of quite a few very interesting answers for her. Ones that would shock that smug look right off her gorgeous little face.
You.
For you to scream my name as if they're the 2 best fucking syllables you've said in your life.
To have you wrap those ridiculously long legs around my waist and let me show you're exactly what you're missing.
To shove you up against that door and make you beg until I rip that dress off you and fuck you right there.
Instead you just stared at her with the same glare she had shot at you the moment she opened your door, your arms crossed defensively over your chest.
You knew you were in trouble the second she walked through the door. You wasn't sure if it was the extremely short, extremely tight black skirt she was wearing that showed off what seemed like miles of her slender legs, or the beyond sexy skyscraper heels that she was wearing, which basically screamed fuck me, and brought her to nearly your height. It might have been the way she was glaring so angrily at you, her black rimmed eyes narrowed, her hands on her hips, looking as if she wanted to tear you from limb to limb. Maybe it was the fact that you had already emptied two glasses of scotch before she arrived, and were feeling quite uninhibited, but watching your partner stand in front of you with that menacing look on her face was not only giving you a red flag but turning you on to no end.
You yourself were feeling a little pissed off. Maybe a little more than pissed off, maybe you could put it more in the category of enraged. And you weren't quite sure why you were so mad, but you knew why she was.
This week had been quite a struggle for you. For 3 years, you had denied everything about your partner that made her so completely tantalizing. Her long tapered legs, the curves of her waist and hips, the way her ass looked in those tight jeans she was always wearing, how you would catch a glimpse of her licking her lips or glancing at you in that seductive way of hers. You ignored how she smelled so sweet, how you wanted to shut her up sometimes by just pinning her against the wall and drawing that sexy lower lip of hers between your teeth, how her breasts looked in the low cut v-necks she would wear so lavasciously in front of you. It was second nature for you to ignore those things, but somehow this week, you had completely forgotten how.
For some reason, although you had spent a lot of time denying his feelings for her, both physical and emotional, this week had been the worst in three years. It was as if some part of you inside had snapped, as if your body had gotten a little fed up with constantly denying the hotness that was your partner. Being in the same room with her had been a struggle, because all you could think about was sex. With her. Your partner. Up against the wall, in your office, in the truck, when you picked her up at her apartment, her screaming your name, coming against your fingers. It was like you were a fifteen year old boy again, except Bones was definitely not a cheerleader.
You weren't sure exactly what had caused this hindering revelation in thought, but it could've had something to do with the fact that you hadn't given yourself that release, allowed yourself to take a shallow pleasure with some cheap but beautiful women you usually met at a bar. Somehow, and although it just seemed clichéd, the only person you had on your mind lately didn't exactly frequent bars, although she definitely was beautiful. To put it simply, you were strung out to say the least, and it wasn't helping to have your partner dangled out in front of you like the ultimate cock tease. Your will power and self-control were quickly deteriorating, and as she stood in front of you, looking like every bit your perfect fantasy, you had to literally hold yourself back from clearing the space between you and throwing her against the wall, and showing her exactly what you wanted to do to her.
Not only had this put a little damper on your ability to concentrate on anything, but you found yourself annoyed merely at her presence, frustrated at her subconscious seduction that was making it hard to concentrate on anything else. You were so irritated at her, although she really had done nothing wrong, that all week you had snapped at her, picked fights, and been as condescending as possible. At first, and if you weren't so blinded by your sexual frustration you would have been proud of her asking you what was wrong. She had seemed genuinely concerned at your change in mood, but when you waved her off without even as much as a courteous "I'm fine", her concern at your flippantness had quickly turned to annoyance and anger. This week your partnership had been reminiscent of their first few months as partners, when you were so turned on and infuriated at her superiority and condescending squint talk that you could barely stand to hold a conversation with her. Except this time, she would barely even speak to you unless you picked a particularly good fight.
You had seen the way her eyes had flashed dangerously and she had looked as if she wanted to kick you against a wall when youe had kicked her out of the interrogation room for being too involved, muttering something about how she should just "stay in the lab". She hadn't spoken to you the entire day that had been Tuesday. When you called her on Wednesday to ask her how things were going with the body, she had replied with a terse "maybe you should just stay out of things that don't concern you" and hung up. To put things simply, the week had sucked. Majorly, to the point you weren't sure if she even really liked you at all anymore.
Maybe that was why she seemed so annoyed as she stood in his hallway, her bare arms crossed over her shoulders, wondering wh you had called her on Friday night, insisting she stop by your place.
She repeated the question she had asked you seconds ago. "What do you want Booth? I'm late."
You hadn't thought that she would retaliate so viciously towards your abuse, except maybe giving you the cold shoulder and omitting information from the case, but she had really gone a few steps farther than you had thought she was capable of. It was the reason she was wearing that ridiculously short and tight skirt, her breasts pushed up higher than you had ever seen them, her thighs tantalizing before you.
"Don't go out with Sanders, Bones." She rolled her eyes at you, groaning in annoyance.
"Are you serious Booth? This is why you called me? I thought it was something important like you wanted to apologize for your behavior this week."
You ignored her comment, "Sanders is an asshole Bones."
She knew this for a fact already. Julian Sanders was the person you singularly despised the most in the entire bureau. Heading up the narcotics division, he thought he was the head of the entire fucking world¸ he was an arrogant womanizer who took every chance to remind you how eventually he was going to sleep with his hot partner. He would always tell you that it wouldn't take much, and he could tell that she would be a good lay, a hot screw he would say. That under all that science and logic, she was all heat. You hated him for that; you were supposed to be the only person who had a chance to know that. The thought of Bones sleeping with a guy like Sanders actually made you sick to your stomach with a mix of nausea and jealously so strong you could barely see straight. Of course, he was also conceited and proud about his high standing in the bureau and loved to rub it into you how much more money he made as head of a department. The guy thought he was fucking superior. You hated him, and had resisted pummeling his face into a wall more than once.
And Bones knew all this. Minus the sleeping with her part, you had complained to her about what an asshole the guy was and how much he drove you crazy. She had agreed with you many times like a good partner, even saying that nothing was better then what you did, putting murderers in jail, getting the bad guy.
But now, god, she had known that this would piss you off like none other. You had seen them talking in the elevator at the bureau as she came to meet you, seen the way Sanders had leaned into her, making her smile the way you had liked to think was reserved for you. How she had let him touch her on the arm without throwing him to the floor. You had slammed the coffee cup you were holding so hard into his desk it had spilled all over your desk, scalding your fingers. She had done it on purpose, knowing how angry it would make you. Taking the one person you hated the most, and seducing him right in front of you. It had worked. She stood there looking like fucking goddess for another guy, and you wanted to slam her against the wall and make her apologize for the agonizing fury she had put you through these few days.
"Julian, happens to be the head of narcotics Booth. He is not an asshole." The way she emphasized his first name made you sick. She was pushing every button she knew, and you felt the wire that was holding you back slowly start to snap.
"Julian," You spit out the words mockingly as you took another step towards her, "has also slept with all of the female agents on the floor and half the secretaries."
She stuck up her chin defiantly. "I would imagine that he is quite skilled at sexual intercourse, his facial features and body build suggest an excess in testosterone which would suggest excellent strength and stamina."
Another wave of anger rolled through you as she spoke to you in that god damned superior tone. As if she knew it all; god she was driving you crazy and your cock pulsed painfully in your pants as she glared at you. The thought of Brennan, your Bones, sleeping with Sanders, screaming out his name, coming for him, was driving you crazy. And she knew that.
"Don't be jealous Booth. Not everyone can have such natural excellence in bed, some men just have it. Some don't."
She smirked as she glanced at you, and you took another step towards her, your eyes surveying her again predatorily. Although her words were driving you crazy, so was she and you could feel yourself hardening as he took in the curves of her breasts fighting against the scoop neck of her low cut shirt. You had been hard since she walked in the door, but all this talking about sex was driving you crazy, especially with the week you had been having.
"I'm not jealous," You growled, as you took another step towards her so you were only inches apart. She didn't move, instead she narrowed her eyes looking at you. "You think you're gonna lure him in with your body and your come fuck me shoes, but all Sanders wants is quick fuck, and you're way more than that sweetheart."
She glared at you angrily; "Don't call me sweetheart like I'm yours Booth." You saw a glimpse of weakness behind her eyes. You had the upper hand now, and you knew it, a sudden burst of confidence rushing through you as you put one hand on either side of her head, effectively trapping her. "Maybe I'll I want is a quick fuck." She leaned up so her lips were touching your ear lobe, making your pants tighten painfully, your cock struggling against the confines of your pants. "Not that you would know what that's like." She shook her head at you, as she stepped away from you, so you weren't so close. You could tell that you had gotten her up on her guard, getting into her space like that, but you were done with her teasing, and she needed to learn that she couldn't play with you like that without consequences.
Turning away from you, she moved towards the door, trying to run like she always did, her shoes clicking on the hard wood as she reached for the deadbolt, but it was only seconds before you were behind her, spinning her around and slamming her back against the door before she even knew what was happening. You stepped towards her, resting your palms on either side of her head again, getting closer than you were before so his chest was touching hers. You could feel the hard tips of her nipples pressing against your chest through her thin shirt, and you groaned, your cock pulsing as you dragged your eyes to meet hers.
"You don't think I know what that's like, huh? To just want a quick fuck?" You asked her tauntingly, and you could see her weakness, see she was giving in, the widening of her pupils, the rosy flush which was spreading from the enticing curve of her breasts up her chest. You wanted to touch her more than anything.
"Do you know how many meaningless women I've fucked up against this door because I couldn't have you? How many times I've gone home wishing it was you?" She seemed momentarily speechless, and you were enjoying this, rarely did you get Bones on the defensive. You liked having this control over her since she had been leading you around since the day you met.
You leaned in closer, this time your lips brushing her ear. You felt her hands reach up, grasping for your shoulders, pulling you closer, her fingers desperate. "Every single fucking day."
Turning towards her again, you traced her jaw with his fingers, and cupped her chin in your hand, turning her face towards you. Her eyes were dark and shining, and she met your eyes. "What are you waiting for then Booth?"
The wire holding you back snapped, and you pulled her face forcefully to yours, enveloping her swollen lips in his, sucking on her bottom lip roughly, their tongues battling, tangling together. You pressed her harder against the door, your arm grasping at her waist roughly, your fingers squeezing her tightly to you, as she desperately grabbed for your shoulders, your chest, digging into your skin, as if she was trying to get as much of you as possible. She reached for your shirt, making quick work of the buttons and ripping off the rest as she pushed if off your shoulders. It was not sweet or careful, she bit your lip, sucking on it hard, as you pushed your hips against hers, grounding his erection into her heat, as you moved your lips from hers to suck on the pulse points at her throat. She lifted her neck to allow you assess, throwing her head back against the door with a thump. You sucked veraciously, letting a moan escape from her lips as you moved from her throat to her neck and back again. There would be marks in the morning, but you wanted that. Wanted her to see the marks and remember that she belonged to you. She was yours. Not Sanders, not anyone else's'. All yours.
"I knew it would drive you crazy, me going out with Sanders." She gasped out, as you slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder, sucking and licking between her collar bone and shoulder.
You pulled her face to you again, kissing her hard and heatedly. You felt her press her hips harder against you, trying to get more contact. "You deserve better. I am better."
You got out as you slid the other strap of her dress down, pushing it down so you could get access to her breasts, encased in a lacy black bra, her nipples tight with arousal. You wasted no time, as you pushed down one of the cups, palming her breast in one and taking the other one in his mouth, tasting her sweet flesh and rolling her nipple against your tongue, making her moan.
"Fuck, Seeley. I…wanted….to punish you…" Her head fell back against the door again, her eyes closed in pleasure.
You looked up at her, your eyes dark. She felt your hand on her thigh, pushing up the hem of her dress as you found her center, you cupped her, groaning as you moved aside the damp lacy fabric, grabbing it and ripping it from her body, to draw a finger across her slit.
"You are the one who should be punished, parading yourself around, knowing how crazy it would make me." You felt her juices pool against your hand as you drew your finger tantalizingly slow against her, brushing her clit lightly.
"How hot it would get me." She moaned again, pushing herself against your hand, grinding furiously against you, needing more contact as your eyes darkened in your own arousal.
"More Booth," She groaned, and you could see she hated herself for begging, but you had never heard a hotter sound. Loved the moaning sounds she was making for you. Wanting you, needing you. You thrust one thick finger inside of her, forcing her to push her hips against your hand, wanting more.
She wriggled against you, her head thrown back against the door again, eyes closed. She was so wet, and your hand was covered in her juices as your pushed another finger into her, your thumb dipping in her slit and then sliding over her clit, causing her to moan loudly this time as she thrust her hips against your hand, her movements satisfyingly desperate and wanton.
"Oh god, please Booth..." She moaned out, her eyes dragging open to meet your, and you could see the desperation in her eyes as you thrust another finger in her agonizingly slowly, moving your thumb quickly over her clit, causing her to moan again.
"Say it Bones," You whispered harshly in her ear, and because you knew each other so well, and you were twisting your fingers particularly inventively inside of her, she moaned out as you rubbed her clit with the pad of your thumb.
"Only you… Seeley Booth…no one else…" It was those words that drove you completely over the edge as you felt her shuddering around your hand, her climax making her moan and whimper as you rubbed her furiously letting her ride out the full affects of her orgasm.
You took her in, the sight of your partner, the object of your fantasies, so completely undone, her hair tangled from where you had fisted your hands in it, her lips swollen, eyes closed in ecstasy, lips screaming your name, her breasts exposed to him, you found yourself all of a sudden so hard it was unbearable. You needed her, couldn't last another second, never in your life had you wanted someone more.
You fumbled for the zipper on your pants as you let her down slowly, and you were surprised when her small fingers helped you, drawing the zipper down quickly as she smiled at you, any trace of smugness gone from her lips. You reached for the back of her head, pulling her to you, devouring her lips in yours, sucking on her bottom lip, as you reached for her skirt, unsatisfied when it wouldn't push past her hips you grabbed the fabric and with a satisfying tear, ripped it clean off her. She didn't even flinch, instead she kissed you more aggressively, as if you were a drug and she couldn't get enough, and let you lift her so her legs were wrapped around your waist, your cock touching the entrance to her heat, she kissed you again, and you took that as a sign, pushing into her, eliciting moans from each of you.
"Fuck Booth," She whimpered as you thrust into her, her eyes closing again.
She was everything you had ever imagined, hot and wet and tight, and she threw back her head as your thrust into her, giving you space to suck at the heated skin of her throat, and breasts, making more of your marks on her alabaster skin. She moaned each time you pressed in and out of her, her nails scraping your back, her heels pressed into the backs of your thighs.
You managed to get out as you pushed into her, "I've thought about this, every single day…" You wanted to tell her how you felt, and although you hadn't gotten together in the most romantic of ways, you still wanted her to know. She felt so good around you, you weren't sure if you were going to last much longer, as she whimpered, pressing her face against your shoulder.
She moaned, "I'm yours Booth," Her declaration of your propriety drove your completely over the line, and you sped up your thrusting until you felt her tighten around you, and she moaned and screamed your name over and over again, just as your had imagined again and again, and you pumped into her, exploding within her, the pleasure pumping through your veins like a drug. You could get used to this, as she wrapped her arms around you as you let her down, collapsing into her chest.
As you caught you breath you looked around at your ruined shirt and her shredded skirt, and you weren't exactly sure what you had done. You had taken Bones, your partner and completely defiled her against your front door. What kind of idiot were you? What was she going to think? That you just couldn't help yourself the one time you found her in a skirt, you had ripped half her clothing right of her body for Christ's sake.
She looked up at you, and instead of grimacing like you were afraid she might, she smiled mischievously, and stood up on her tippy toes, pulling your face down to kiss her, as she sucked on your tongue, her lips swollen.
She pulled away smiling at you, and moved her lips to his ear, whispering huskily, "If I knew that Sanders would have pissed you off this much, I would have tried to sleep with him way earlier."
You growled at even the insinuation of sex with Sanders, she was yours, all yours now, and nobody was going to be coming 10 feet from her as long as you were around. You reached for her, softly this time, cupping her face in your hands, as you pulled her lips to yours.
You whispered to her, as you wrapped your arms around her, wanting to bring some romance to their animilistic coupling against the wall. You wanted to show her that you cared, that you wanted her, everything single part of her.
"Only you Bones….no one else" And she smiled, and kissed you back, and you stayed like that for a while, pressed up against your front door, kissing because all you had was time.
You had to remember to bring Sanders coffee on Monday morning, because after tonight, he was your new best friend.
Hope you enjoyed! like a said, easy smut :) R/R please