Hi, I just thought I'd write a smutty story for you guys! Please let me know what you think!
Brennan typed furiously on her computer, as she sat in her office in the Jeffersonian. It was 3:00 in the morning, but she was on fire with her novel. She typed each sentence as it formed in her head, and had 4 chapters done already. She could have easily called it a night, but she was on a roll, and she didn't want her train of thoughts to be broken. She was most definitely the only person here, except the night-time security, which just stayed on-guard outside the building. She felt sorry for the guard. She could hear the loud pellets of rain hit against the walls of the building, and the loud claps of thunder probably meant that it was unsafe to be outside, so Brennan assumed the security guards took shelter in the security-department in the building next door. It was all part of the Jeffersonian, but the security-department was put in a separate building so as to make room for the brand-new psychology department, which Sweets was head of. Brennan cursed her mind for thinking about all of this, and tried to focus on the book, which was now nearing the end of her fully detailed sex-scene.
'Kathy never felt a pleasure that intense in her life. She now felt like she was falling, and clung to the sheets, inhaling his essence like it was her oxygen. He seemed to hit a sensitive spot, the spot that only he seemed to be able to reach, because she came harder than ever before, draining herself of all of her energy as she screamed his name. "BOOTH"'
Shit, no! Brennan thought as she back-spaced Booth's name and replaced it with the correct one. She was doing that frequently now, and if she wasn't careful, readers would get confused and Booth would have a field-day. He already thinks that he is the object of her fantasies, being played out in her book, and she has tried her best to convince him that he isn't. But now, if only she could convince herself...
The computer screen suddenly went black. The humming of the modem died instantly, and the lights went out. She gave a gasp of surprise, stood up, and felt her way through the darkness, until she was at the other side of the room, with the light-switch under her palm. She flicked it up and down, but nothing happened. She sighed heavily and opened the office door and walked around, her hands in front of her in order to avoid slamming into anything. Her hands suddenly met with a hard but warm surface.
"Ok, that's definitely not a wall" she said out loud.
"Bones?" Brennan recognised the person immediately.
"Booth? What are you doing here at 3 am?" she asked. She knew that she should probably have taken her hands off his chest, but they seemed to be glued on his impressive pecks.
"I took a nap in the lounge hours ago, and I just woke up. No-one bothered their ass to wake me. What's going on? I tried to turn on the lights, but they don't work!"
"I know, I was on the computer and everything went black. I guess there was a power-failure due to the storm."
"Yeah, the storm seems to be getting worse. Does that mean that I have to stay here tonight? Because I would rather drive home and run the risk of getting hit by lightning!" he joked bitterly. The only other time he spent the night here was on Christmas, when he was quarantined inside during a lock-down.
Look on the bright side, Seeley, his mind chanted. It's not like you have to put up with all of the squints, it's just you and Bones.
Just him and Bones. He liked the sound of that. He tried to suppress a grin, but remembering that there was no way Brennan could see him, he let himself grin broadly as Brennan's hands pressed more firmly into his chest.
"Eh... Booth?"
"Yeah Bones?"
"Are you flexing?" She was only asking because his muscles felt unnaturally hard. Almost impossibly strong. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved around, feeling his chest and gently caressing his muscles.
"No!" was Booth's response. Brennan heard the sincere confusion of his voice, and realised that this was just his natural form. A barely audible "Wow" escaped her lips before she was able to stop it.
She could hear Booth's chuckle at her bluntness. "Glad you approve, Bones!"
Brennan suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, and dropped her hands to her side, hanging her head and looking at the ground that she couldn't see. She mumbled a low "Sorry," and took a step back.
"No problem, Bones" he said reassuringly. He reached out to give her a pat on the shoulder, but he didn't realise that she had stepped back. After a second, he realised that he was now groping her in the dark.
"Oh, Fuck! Sorry, Bones, I never meant to... touch you there" he finished lamely, whipping his hand back to his own body with lightning speed.
The crack of thunder outside broke the tension, and it surprised them both through the embarrassing silence. All that was needed was a new topic to replace the previous incident.
Booth was searching for something, anything to say, when he heard Brennan's silent laughter.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing" she said quickly, and Booth could hear her straining to stop laughing.
"No, What?" he asked again, a little more forcefully.
"I'm just remember when I was younger, and Russ was terrified of thunder. He would sleep in my room, and try to convince me that he was 'protecting me!'," she said, giggling softly.
As soon as the laughter died down, Booth tried to keep the subject a little lighter.
"So what are you planning to do this weekend?" he asked casually.
"On Saturday, I'm going to see Russ, and on Sunday, I'm going to see Dad. Saturday night, Ange and I are going clubbing at the new bar downtown, and after I go to see Dad, I have to meet up with my publisher to discuss the deadline and release date of my new book!" she said in a rush. "How about you?"
Damn, should have known she'd ask that question he thought. At first, he pondered whether to just lie to her, but his lips reacted before his head could follow.
"I... I have a date!" he said, trying to keep his voice cheery and being thankful that she couldn't see his face due to the darkness that enveloped him.
"Anyone I know?" she asked casually.
Booth suddenly felt a little hurt by her casual reaction. Was a little disappointed "Oh" so much to ask for? Well, if she didn't care, there would be no point in being embarrassed.
"Her name is Tasha. She's really great, and she owns a small restaurant downtown, it makes the best steak ever and..."
"Wait! Tasha Jenkins? The woman that owns the French restaurant?"
"Yeah, that's her!"
Booth could have sworn he heard a swift snort of laughter over the ear-splitting thunder, and once again, found him asking the same low-brow question as he did previously.
"What?"
"Nothing, just... don't let her see you anywhere near another woman... even just a friend. She gets a little possessive!" she said, and from her voice, Booth could tell that she was smiling. He suddenly got a little defensive.
"Well, I like here! I went out with her a couple of days ago and she seemed great!" he said. He knew that now he was starting to boast, but if she didn't care, then neither did he!
"Trust me Booth, you do not want to go there!" she said seriously.
He didn't know why he said what he said next, probably because he wanted revenge for her acting so casual.
"Are you jealous?" he asked, chuckling the words slightly.
"Excuse me?" where the hell did he get jealousy from. She was only trying to help him out. She knew what Tasha did to other men, and she didn't want her destroying him. Or was it because she knew that Tasha is basically just a sex-toy, and she didn't want Booth being pleasured by that blonde tramp...
"Well, Bones; you sound jealous. Listen, if you find it that hard to stay away from me, just call anytime. I'll be happy to give you a throw-down once in a while! That would be a sure cure of the jealousy-bug!" he joked, knowing that he was playing with fire.
"Booth, jealousy is an irrational emotion that serves no purpose in society. Jealousy is one of the emotions that never gets resolved... another example being love."
Even for Brennan, that was shocking. Trust her to be able to compare cupid to the green eyed monster.
"Are you comparing love to jealousy?"
"Well, I guess jealousy doesn't cause as much misery..."
"Bones, if love causes misery, then it isn't love!" he stated.
"Not true! What about you and Rebecca? You loved her, and now you don't even enjoy being in the same room as her. Face it Booth, love isn't as great as it is when someone romanticises it. Even if it is honestly 'till death do you part', the end result still based on the same timeless truth! Live together, die alone. And whoever dies alone leaves their lover to live alone until the release of death."
"Wow, Bones. Trust you to put a damper on the best feeling in the world! I mean, how more 'the glass is half empty' can you get!" he said. "Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's knowing the other person better than you know yourself, and willing to spend the rest of your life with them despite their faults. It's seeing the real them inside what they pretend to be..."
There was a long pause. Brennan had obviously abandoned the argument. He hardly ever won an argument, but instead of delighting in his victory, he could hear light sobbing.
"It's not that simple, Booth" she said. It was now quite obvious that she had begun to cry.
Booth reached out in the dark, and felt around until he felt her arm. He put his hand around it and gently stroked her arm with his thumb.
"Do you want to know what I see in you?" he asked. This was the only way he knew to comfort her. A hug wouldn't do it this time, no matter how great his hugs were. It was quite obvious that right now, she needed to feel loved.
Brennan's silence urged Booth to continue.
"I see a smart woman, but very lonely; so used to rejection that it has become like the air you breathe. So you hide behind your big words and your job, building barriers to distance yourself from the rest of the world, so as you won't have to offer your love anymore. Which is such a shame, Temperance; because I've seen the real you, and you have so much love to give. You have a good sense of right and wrong, but when it comes to love, you're completely blind. You just have to open your eyes and see that none of those guys were right for you. None of them even deserved to be in your presence. You deserve happiness. You've had more than enough misery in your lifetime, and you deserve love, because it is the most wonderful, beautiful, incredible thing that you will ever feel."
He could feel her arm quivering beneath his hand. Or was that him? Brennan took in these words, sobbing lightly and she stepped in closer to hug Booth. Her arms were around his neck, and his were stroking up and down her back lightly. She hated to admit it, but every time he got closer to breaking her barriers, she enjoyed the feeling of his touch. Right now, her back was tingling with the memory of his fingers.
She broke the hug and tilted her head upwards. She didn't even know why, since it was pitch black and looking up would have no change on her sight, but as soon as she looked up, her lips lightly brushed against his briefly by accident. It was an incredible feeling, but she suddenly felt guilty.
"I'm, sorry. It's dark and I..."
Her words were cut off when she felt Booth's lips press against her own. Booth knew she didn't mean to kiss him, but now that he knew the location of her lips in the dark, he found that he couldn't control himself from tasting her sweet mouth. Her lips were impossibly soft, which was all the more proof that she wasn't a woman, but a goddess who walked among mere mortals with her temptress looks and her uncanny knowledge. After they had reached the point when he knew she wouldn't pull away, he gently slid his tongue against her bottom lip, asking for access to her mouth.
She opened her moth and his tongue found hers almost immediately. The heat started to rise in their bodies, and their breathing got deeper as Booth wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He knew that she could feel his arousal poking into her hip, but he didn't care. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her, and he gently thrust his hips so as she could definitely feel his erection. She moaned deeply and started moving her tongue in ways that Booth didn't even know was possible.
Right now, what he wanted more than anything was to be able to see her amongst the darkness; to break the kiss and look at her briefly, and determine whether this was what she really wanted or not. But all of his doubts were cancelled once she slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his and allowing moans of pleasure to escape her throat. He gave a low groan as she felt her stepping backwards and bringing him along with her by pulling his tie, all the while being unwilling to break the kiss.
Her back finally met with a wall, and she stretched one arm against the wall, looking for the door to her office. When she finally found it, she stepped backward until she was inside. They bumped into a few things until they finally found the soft couch, and Booth laid her down, trying not to crush her tiny frame as he lay on top of her. Their breaths were coming in pants now, and lip-contact was finally broken when Booth moved his lips to her neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses on her skin. The sounds that she was making were the sexiest things he had ever heard, and all he wanted was to be able to see her, face flushed and losing control because of him.
He slid his hands underneath her shirt, gently caressing her body as his hands moved further and further up towards the place where she wanted them to be. He gently stroked the underside of her breast and she groaned deeply, arching her back into him and waiting impatiently for release. He finally dipped his hand into her bra and cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb caressing her nipple, which was growing harder and harder under his thumb. She started clawing at his shirt to get it off, but her impatient fingers were not calm enough to undo the tricky buttons. He took his own
shirt and tie off, before advancing towards ridding her of her own shirt. He regretted that he wouldn't be able to see her in all her glory, but he wanted her naked so as he could finally touch her in all of the places he's tried not to fantasise about for so long.
He had her shirt off and he finally freed her from the restraints of her bra. She was on his pants immediately, and he knew that she was not intending on taking it slow.
"Temperance," he whispered. "I want to give you everything you want. But if you want this to happen, you're going to have to do it my way."
"Which way is that?" she whispered curiously.
He smiled at her question. "The right way. The 'making love' way. Which means you have to slow it down, ok?"
There was a short pause before she answered "Ok" quietly, and kissed him softly, slowing down the process and letting him take over.
He didn't think that she would relinquish power as easily as she did, so he swept up the opportunity while she was still at his mercy. He gently kissed all the way down her neck, down to her collar bone, and finally taking her breast in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, eliciting soft moans which gradually grew louder and louder as he ran his hand down her flat stomach, and started unbuttoning her trousers. She wriggled out of them and he focused his attention on her other breast, giving it the same pleasure as the first.
He ran his hands up and down her thigh. With every return upwards, he would allow his hand to climb higher and higher up her thigh, until he could feel her soaking wet panties. He allowed a deep groan escape his throat as he felt how much she wanted him. She pulled his head back up so as he could kiss her properly again. He relished in her unique flavour and he hooked his thumb into her panties. He broke lip-contact to slide down her body and remove her panties. Right now, he was painfully aroused, but he was scared that this would be the only night that he would be able to show her how much he cared for her. Tonight was not about him, it was about pleasing her in all the ways he's ever fantasised about.
His head was now at her knees, and he was feeling his way up her legs through the dark with hot open-mouthed kisses. He lingered his kisses at her inner-thigh, dangerously close to the one place where she wanted him the most.
"Booth" she whimpered softly, her moans begging him to give her what she wanted.
"Shhh..." he whispered. "Let it build up; it will be much more satisfying."
"I hate you right now!" she said, moaning loudly and bucking her hips in a desperate attempt for release.
He ignored her comment and focused on her moans. He then gently kissed her flaps, darting his tongue out to taste her. So sweet, so unique. He allowed his tongue to slowly make its way towards her clit, and as soon as he gave it the slightest touch, she whimpered. He then kissed her clit deeply, swirling his tongue in circles and revelling in her screams of satisfaction. He sucked on her clit as if it
were his last meal, the smell of her arousal hitting him hard. Even in the dark, he could feel vibrations due to her head thrashing from side to side. He knew that in the dark, all other senses are heightened, and hoped that she was experiencing more pleasure from it. It was killing him, though. He really wanted to be able to look at her, really look at her, and let her know what love-making really was.
Her screams were getting louder and louder, filling the hollow room with the sexiest sound he had ever heard. He knew that she was close, and he began to suckle deeper and swirl his tongue with more pressure. He felt her come in his mouth, and kept on pleasuring her as she rode out her long series of spasms which made up her orgasm. When she stopped screaming and started gasping in lungs full of air, he finally took his mouth off her and slid back up to kiss her softly on her lips. She latched on to his mouth, as if trying to confirm that he was still here, and that he didn't leave her.
Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Next one should be up soon.
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