Summary: Takes place after the con man in the methlab. Bones and Booth paring. One-shot at the moment. I suck at summaries. Basically Booth opens up and Bones does to and they take their relationship to the next level
The air was cooler and crisper than normal as Bones took a seat beside booth in the dismal bus terminal. She felt obligated to sit with him, to talk. She could see he wasn't okay, he was far from it. He was saddened and troubled and Bones knew she was largely at fault at broke her heat. She cared for Booth and seeing him like this due to her messed with her psyche. She shrugged off the chill in the air as she extended her piece of Booth's thirty-six birthday cake to him with an extra fork.
Though Temperance Brennan or better known as Bones was to say the say the least lacking socially and far from gifted in that department she could tell something was weighing heavily on Booth's mind.
His usual light air had evaporated from the scene. His joking relaxed demeanor was gone which was said something about his mood because no matter how bad he felt he never let it show to Bones. Whether it was a façade and mask he put on to deceive her of his true feelings to avoid an anthropological analyzation of his feelings or to doge a lengthy anecdote she was never certain.
Bones could feel the searing, burning pain nagging at her right arm where the bullet had been removed mere hours ago as the gap between her and Booth diminished and he inadvertently brushed against her tender arm. Bones inhaled sharply at the pain as she tried not to draw attention to his mistake. Secretly, she longed for the closeness as his hand brushed against hers in what she presumed was an accident, but Booth being a man with plan had an ulterior motive and it was no accident.
He had purposely moved closer; however he could not bring his chocolate brown eyes to meet her hazel green ones as he caressed her hand. The gesture was too intimate and daring to risk eye contact. Instead Seeley Booth averted his gaze to the ground like coward as he wielded the spare fork and took a small piece of his chocolate birthday cake off of Bones' plate as he did not feel in the celebratory mood. His birthday had been dismal and bleak like many is youth but the silver lining to this birthday was he had Bones as company. Booth inhaled deeply before turning to Brennan his chocolate eyes fixated on her green eyes as he gazed within her depths reading her soul, he was enamored by her charming smile as he penetrate a warmth deep within her soul somewhere.
Booth knew the look on Brennan's face all to well and he grinned inwardly. It wasn't an expression of smug satisfaction, but a quizzical one as the gears in her mind began to turning, spinning, and grinding. He could tell she had plethora of questions for him about his past and his life, and though he was in no mood to discuss how he felt he knew Bones too well. He knew Temperance Brennan was a woman of curiosity and science and would not rest until her questions had been answered to a satisfactory level, no matter how uncomfortable the situation was.
It was one quality that Booth both loved and hated about Bones, his Bones. He also knew that she would not rest until the answers were extracted from him and him alone, a secondary source that knew him well enough like Jared or Cam would not suffice Brennan. It would never quench her thirst for knowledge or curiosity. Booth had questions of his own for Bones as well, but his gut told him it was neither the time nor the place. It was here nor there to ask her how she really felt about him, if she felt the way he did the raw attraction the love and what had Jared divulged to her about his life. Booth knew she did not believe in love so to say as he did. She did not think someone could love so blindly and unconditionally without question, but he wanted to know if she felt some distorted form of that for him.
"My dad drank when Jared and I were younger. One might call him an alcoholic, and they would be right. He was abusive in every sense of the word but I suppose it came with the territory. Being the eldest I took the brunt of the beatings both physically and mentally. I tried to protect Jared the best I could, and keep him out of trouble to prevent him needing my protection. When we were teenagers I would take the responsibility every time he stole money or liquor. I wanted to give him a better shot, one I didn't have. Opportunities our childhood was denying us. I wanted to save him from becoming my father and what he has become. Obviously I failed. I wanted to save him from life itself, and from himself," Booth explained his voice straining with emotion as he tried not to let it crack as his eyes grew wetter but never deviated from Brennan's as he spoke. His words were raw and surging with years of pent up hurt, pain, suffering, and anguish.
Though it was against all instincts Dr. Brennan had she fought the urge to embrace Booth. She was not a sentimental person or one for unnecessary touching but the urge to comfort the man she secretly loved was overwhelming and almost impossible to resist. Not knowing if hugging him would be considered social awkward and unacceptable she cursed social inadequacies mentally as she observed Booth for a moment. As she took in his appearance it encompassed her with a deep sadness. She no longer saw the confident man he was mere hours ago, instead in front of her sat the sight of a man who had snapped inside, anthropologically speaking he was a broken man mentally and emotionally. His pride and mental health was deeply wounded.
She wanted to ask him a million and one questions. She wanted to know about his childhood, and how bad had it really been. Bones wanted to be there to comfort him when he finally decided to make those ideals known. He was a mystery to her, at least his past was. Where for Booth, she was the opposite her past a tragic open book, and the present a mysterious sheltered life that, seemed impossible to penetrate her thoughts and ideas.
"You can't be everyone's hero, Booth" Bones whispered knowing full well heroes didn't exist as society envisioned them as glorified beings, but had they Booth was a prime scientific specimen of one. "I wasn't trying to be anyone's hero, just Jared's and I failed at that," Booth replied wanting to add that he really was a loser as she had proclaimed, but he held his harsh words back and hung his head low in shame.
"Maybe, but you are a hero to others," Bones remarked noticing how Booth had cupped his face in his hands in shame. She set aside the cake they had been munching on, and rested her good hand on his broad muscular shoulder in an effort to comfort him. Booth smiled at the gesture. The gesture looked both awkward aesthetically and physically coming from Brennan and Booth was tempted to laugh, yet was touch that she felt compelled enough to reach out to him. If he had only knew the secret feelings hidden in the gesture and how much he truly meant to her. "Who am I hero to then?" he demanded. "Parker, your friends, me," she whispered the last part, but Booth heard it and smiled touched that the one he loved considered her a hero.
Bones' eyes caught his as he pulled her into an embrace. Pulling her warm, curvy figure into his tall, lean, muscular one in the chilly night proved to be a harder task as he had to be meticulous as to avoid crushing her injured arm. He flashed her a true genuine smile, the first of the day as his grin widen even when he silently broke the embrace, and her sweet aroma left lingering on him as he craved so much more than embrace as their bodies moved closer. "Thanks Bones," Booth whispered grabbing the cake from beside Bones and placing it on his knee as they resumed devouring the chocolate cake. The light joking mood of usually had taken place of the gloomy one as Booth began to joke with Bones.
"I hear you decked Jared," he grinned jokingly as his hand caressed hers feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Bones smiled at the memory as she now began working on stealing from Booth's half of the slice of cake having devoured her own. "Yes, well he deserved that and so much more," she remarked as Booth's fork crossed hers and engaged it in combat chasing her away from his ration of the cake and leaving her with crumbs.
"What happened to being head over heels in lust with him?" Booth inquired trying to act causal and hide his intrigue and jealousy that Jared had kissed his Bones. Bones blushed at that statement unsure of how to field the question, her mind told her to be honest, but her heart implored her mind to shut up as it was afraid of being damaged further. "He is childish and immature everything I don't need in my life. He is the real loser, Booth. And certainly not the Booth I want in my life," Bones blurted out cursing her rational mind for having won the battle and just hoped in karma that he would not shatter her heart into a million pieces by walking out of her life at that moment.
There was no shame in her words or embarrassment as she spoke, and it took Booth by surprise, the bold, bluntness of the statement. He wanted to shout from the rooftop that he loved her, to take her in his arms at that very second and lock lips, to take her home and show her how he loved her, to make love to her. He remained silent for a moment, taken aback by the implications of her words; nonetheless, he leaned in closer to Bones his lips mere inches from hers as he tilted his head. He was going to jump into this with both feet, and take the risk he had never been willing to since the moment he had first laid eyes on her and conversed with her. But as luck would have it Angela and Cam stepped outside at the moment and when his lips brushed against hers, Angela cleared her throat deciding to make her presence noticed.
Booth and Bones turned to the offending noise in the darkness hoping it would cover their embarrassment and that scene that had nearly unfolded moments before, but luck was not on their side. "Happy birthday Booth," Cam said pulling him into a hug before leaving explaining that she had to work in the morning. Booth caught an almost jealous look in her eyes she stared at Brennan, and he sighed as he dealt with Angela.
Angela hugged Booth and bid him good-bye whispering a threat of what she would do if he hurt Brennan. Booth sat for a moment in the resonating silence cursing their poor timing, wishing he had been able to truly Bones. "I am going to leave. Do you need a ride home?" Booth inquired knowing full well she needed ride, not being able to drive with her wounded arm. He saw it as a second chance to kiss her, to make his move. He could not let the opportunity slip through his fingers. Bones nodded and silently followed Booth to his car - the ride to her apartment was filled with the dull roar of the radio and awkward silence.
Once Booth reached the large apartment he knew to be Bones' he stopped feeling a sense of dread filling the very core and pit of stomach. He did not want this night to end, this moment to end, this opportunity to vanish and go back to being just friends with her, or to go home to his little brother Jared and whatever strange girl he had picked up for the night. Though, the neighborhood she lived in was beyond safe, being the gentleman he was Booth insisted on walking her to the door in the darkness, hoping she would ask him to come in or perhaps he would find the courage to ask himself. Instead words failed him and he froze like a statue starring into her eyes as words failed him.
"Booth!" Bones yelled tapping his shoulder as his feet unfroze and he turned to leave her beyond once and for all. "Yes," he whispered daring to turn around and face her- his eyes meeting her intense ones finding a look of inviting lust. "Do you want to come in?" she repeated unlocking the door with a soft click and opening wider for him to follow her. He nodded with grin as he took of his shoes at the doorway not to scuff her hardwood floor. He threw his leather coat on her favorite overstuffed armchair. He took in the ambiance of her home and grinned inwardly, it screamed Brennan. The apartment looked as though no one lived there and it should be a museum exhibit.
Though Bones was wealthy beyond anyone's wildest dreams she lived modestly and hiding by her vast baron apartment no one would could tell, Her furniture was old but nice. It was simplistic and served its function. The only modern things she had were a laptop for her writing her novels and a television which Booth assumed she never watched. Booth sat on the sofa beside Bones who had grabbed them each a bottle of water. He noted the sofa was a new edition to the house, and not her usual style either. It was a leather reclining sofa. She curled up beside him and handed him the television remote and to his surprise Bones actually had a satellite television. Somehow the idea of Bones watching television seemed obscure and even humorous to him. He could picture her watching a show on MTv clueless by the pop culture reference and her letting the intrigue get to her, she would scour the internet for answers to things she did not understand.
Booth broke the silence by dropping a bomb of a question on her but he needed to know. He wanted his answers as she did hers. "Do you think I am a loser?" Booth asked resuming hostile line of questioning from earlier, his chocolate sorrow filled eyes pleaded with her to lie and tell him no, no matter what she thought. "No, how could I? You are success as a father and a brother. And, I could never think so low of someone I who means so much to me," she replied not missing a beat as she pulled herself closer to Booth needing him, as he did her.
Booth pulled her into an embrace as he cupped her delicate face in his hands, his lips connected with hers in a flurry of passions as his lips sucked her bottom lip devouring her. Craving the sweet taste of her mouth, needing to feel her lips on his as she kissed him back with equal if not greater force, running her tongue across his lips and gaining entrance into his mouth as she continued to devour him. Booth pushed back, his tongue colliding with hers as he came toppling down on top of her, his body landing on her injured arm. Brennan recoiled in pain as she nursed her arm. "Are you okay, Temperance?" he asked sitting up as he ran a hand nervously through his hair. It was the first time he had dared to take a risk with Bones and he had screwed it up. He had hurt her, he had hurt his Bones. Would she forgive him?
"I'm fine Booth," she smiled panting nearly breathlessly. He had called her Temperance, he never did that, ever. Bones repositioned herself straddling Booth's lap as she pushed him backwards on the couch, resuming the previous actions this time she was in control. Brennan could feel it deep inside her as he began kissing the tender flesh of her exposed collar bone, it was the pent up lust and desire and mingled with warped form of love towards Seeley Booth. She could feel herself melt under the touch of his tongue on her hot skin, the moisture between her legs growing as she became more turned on and infatuated with him. His fingers went from slowly caressing every intricate facial feature to becoming entangled in her hair as he kissed the spot just below her earlobe. She could feel his arousal pressing against her through his restraining clothes. The logical part of mind argued it was a mere physiological response to her touch and not a feeling of love or any emotional or spiritual connection that she was feeling. But she had to know, she had to see if it was a waste of her time.
"Booth," she moaned in both pleasure and to get his attention. His head snapped up meeting her eyes as he smiled kindly, this was all he ever wanted. If he were to die at this moment he would die in a state of euphoric elation. "Yes," he mouthed swallowing the lump in his throat as his eyes met hers. "Before this goes any further I just want you to know, I think I love you," Temperance whispered into his chest feeling a weight of a secret being lifted off of her.
"I think I love you too, Bones," he replied pulling her face out of hiding as he kissed away her tears. "This goes only as far as you want it to," he whispered and he meant every word though she could feel his hard pressed against her naval through the thick denim of his jeans and his body rapidly protesting his words. "I want this more than you know," she replied not missing a beat as a devilish glint passed over her face and Booth grinned at Bones' boldness. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and when she wanted it. The best part she was not afraid to let him know it, there was no second guessing or mixed signals with her as it had been so many times before.
Booth could feel Bones tugging at the fabric of his black button up shirt as she un-tucked it. Her hands roaming under the silk fabric as her lanky fingers tip-toed up and down his muscular chest stopping to caress every indentation and crevice under the cloth, as she got to know the surface before seeing it. Her hands stopped at each ridge of the muscle as she her fingers traced the lines and began massaging light circles on his sensitive chest.
"Temperance," he moaned softly into her neck as he sat up discarding his shirt carelessly on the floor. As the moonlight hit the surprisingly tanned torso of his chest Bones took in the sight of the textures she had memorized. She was horrified at the gruesome scars that though faded and hardened covered his torso and arms even into his muscles. He hadn't changed much, his muscle had grown since she had last seen it when they went undercover and he portrayed the boxer Tony and she as his fiancée Roxy. But, his physique was perfect, there was virtually not an ounce of fat on his perfect body as hers eyes ravaged it and her fingers began tracing lines from his neck to the waistband of his jeans as she spoke.
"Your physique is amazing. Astounding for a modern man. Anthropologically speaking, you would be a prime example of a Spartan or Roman Warrior where only the strongest survived. In Ancient Greek society, you would be hailed as Ares in human form or at the very least a son of Ares," Bones began explaining and before she could really get on a tirade about ancient societies and manliness Booth silenced her by smothering her lips with his in mid-sentence. Booth had to suppress a laugh during Brennan's lecture or rant. It was so much like her to relate sex, love, physical attraction, and desires to anthropology and ancient societies. Only she could make it sexy. Her need to draw parallels between her realms of work and love to make rationalizations and sense of the world made her unique. Booth loved that about her, the naiveness of it. The sweet naïve intelligence.
Bones broke apart from Booth her mouth moving to his chest. Her mouth then began following the trail her fingers had traced before, where she had stopped to memorize the indentations and massage his sweet spots before with her fingers her tongue skillfully took its place. Booth was left breathlessly gasping for air as he moaned her name, bringing her lips to his once more. Bones pulled away from Booth feeling a vibration coming from his pants. She sat still straddling his lap as her loose hair fell in the moonlight framing her face perfectly. She could feel the vibration coming from his aroused mid-section as it pushed against and pulsated in between her legs causing her to moan slightly as she felt its full effects flush against her inner thighs. The sensation only heightened her arousal and added to the wetness forming as she tried to hide her embarrassment when she spoke.
"Booth, you are –uh- vibrating," she mumbled pulling her face into the darkness to hide the blush creeping across her face. She scrambled off of him in an embarrassing moment. "I am told I have that effect on people, Bones," Booth remarked in jest as he grinned slyly embracing her. After a moment he realized she was right, he was vibrating. He got up and answered his cell phone leaving Bones a moment to collect her thoughts in embracement. Bones hung her head in shame, she felt dirty at the feeling of being turned on by his phone, in between her legs. She sighed turning her attention to the muted news as she read the captions. Booth returned a moment later looking flustered as he deposited the phone on her table as he took her back in his arms. "Everything okay?" she asked sensing his tension. "Yes, I just can't spend tomorrow with you. Rebecca needs me to take Parker for a few weeks. Apparently she met someone new who she is crazy about and they are going away," he mumbled. "It's okay, I could always spend time with you guys," Bones offered smiling. Booth grinned kissing her head, she truly was amazing.
Bones got up and took Booth by the hand into her room inviting him on her bed. Booth kissed her his hands roaming under the fabric of her shirt as he felt her soft, tender flesh. In the moonlight the tender crème colored flesh around her naval glistened as his lips began to work their magic finding her weak spot as she moaned in the darkness. "Seeley," she moaned panting heavily. His lips continue to massage the skin just below her naval as she moaned in euphoric delight. If she only knew how long he had dreamt of closeness, his lips on her flesh, the feeling of her flesh, the forbiddingness of it. The exciting secretive love he had for, how it aroused him so, how her pleasure only heightened his.
He could not help but notice how her green eyes glistened in the moonlight accenting her crème colored skin and highlighting her natural beauty. Booth could see in her eyes the fear of being hurt and abandoned. The same brooding, fearful, rejected, neglected teenager he had heard so much about. "Temperance, I love you," he whispered in her ear watching those fears dissipate. She nodded mumbling her love for him. Booth interlocked his fingers with hers as she brought her face to his heart and her hand to his ace as he kissed. "I want you inside of me," she whispered into his heart.
Booth's heart skipped a beat; they were words he had often dreamt of hearing. His hands carefully removed her sling as he unbuttoned her shirt discarding it on the floor carelessly. His fingers began tracing every inch of her exposed chest that wasn't covered by her bra. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance from her flat muscular stomach to her shapely curved body that was often hidden behind clothes that didn't suit her beauty. His mouth then devoured her flesh as he sucked on her neck his tongue massaging circles below her naval. He then found a spot on her shoulder blade that he could tickle with his tongue and di so as his hands removed her intricate laced bra and that as well was discarded carelessly.
Booth could feel Brennan's body turning red as her chest was exposed so his eyes turned to her and not her breasts like any other man's would have. He could not look at her chest without her permission; he could not or would not. He refused to violate her trust, a trust that she rarely gave away. He scanned her face for a sign to stop, a sign of anger, a sign of anything. "Seeley," she moaned her light voice was husky and oozing with desire. "Yes," he nodded expecting her to ask him to leave, to be angry. His voice was aroused as he took in her serious demeanor, it was raw and sexual.
"Promise you won't hurt me," she implored of him and he knew that it wasn't just a physical harm she was asking to be protected from but a mental, emotional and spiritual harm. "I promise, Temperance. I could never hurt you. I love you too much. I want you forever and always. For the rest of eternity. For this life and next," he replied swallowing the lump in his throat as he thought of the pain his poor Bones must have endured over the years. Bones nodded tears forming in her eyes as she removed the arms that were covering up her bare breasts and embraced him. "Likewise Seeley," she mumbled into the night and with that he knew he had her consent as she beckoned him to continue his work. Booth grinned as her forehead was pressed flush up against hers and his eyes explored her bare chest in its entirety. Her breasts were perfect, as was she. If she only knew how perfect she was.
His lips and tongue ran over every inch of her exposed upper body taking in her every curve, every scent, and every taste. She tasted heavenly felt heavenly and smelled it. She was a heavenly sin, and worth every bit of punishment. Unable to stand Booth's intentionally and excruciatingly slow pace Bones took control of the situation. She slid out of the clothing covering the rest of her body and discarded it with a loud thump as it hit the floor. Booth followed suit discarding his pants on the floor with a loud "clank" as the notorious flashy belt buckle hit the hardwood floor. Then just to tease Brennan he slowly slid out of his boxers and deposited them softly.
Bones took in his nude form with a studious yet mischievous grin. His warrior like physique had not ended below the waist-line of his pants. It continued from his large manhood with an evident arousal to his muscular thighs, perfectly sculpted legs with definition, and his chiseled body. Her grin widened as she recalled the conversation between her and Booth about the different phallic sizes, and she remembered his shyness and embarrassment on the subject as his comment was size isn't an issue it is how one uses it. Booth grinned too, as he recalled the conversation as well, it was at the time Bones was dating Sully and was curios about that man's shyness. It turned out Booth and Sully were shy for similar reasons, but in comparison Bones was sure her Booth was better and certainly bigger.
Booth studied Brennan's curvy figure in all of its glory likewise, and she did not disappoint. Booth recalled her saying she knew three types of martial arts and had black belt in each and was going for a black belt in a fourth. Though her body when clothed did not support her argument, in its purest form it did. Her stomach was flat, defined and muscular. Her arms were muscular and reflexes were quick, cat-like even. Her legs were sculpted to perfection; she had runner's physique with definite muscle tone and definition, especially on her thighs.
Her hands roamed over the base of his phallus stroking him soothingly. She took in his delighted reaction, but his face had guilty pleasure on it. "What's wrong?" she asked her finger tip-toeing from phallus to his lips where her lips would then replace them. "Tonight, I just want you. Don't pleasure me like that. It is degrading to you. You are better than that. I know you are fine with it, but I am not. I love you too much. Maybe another time," Booth whispered firmly letting Brennan know there was no argument to be had. She felt touched truly; he loved her enough to sacrifice what most men considered the greatest conquest for her honor. All because he loved her too much, and considered it degrading to her. Never had she met anyone who actually cared how such things made her feel.
Booth carefully positioned himself over Brennan as she wrapped her muscular legs around his waist. "You're beautiful," he whispered into her neck as he began kissing her slowly at first as he could feel her body tremble in delight and anticipation in his arms. Booth continued his musing and ministrations slowly teasing her at every opportunity that presented itself as he felt her impatience grow as he desire burned and arousal grew. "Seeley, you're killing me," she moaned in his ear as she bit his earlobe playfully. He chuckled and whispered one word, "Patience," knowing it was something Brennan lacked when it came to matters of the heart.
Craving, him, needing to feel him inside of her, Temperance pulled him down inside of her using the brute force and strength of legs. Booth chuckled at her bluntness and blatant disregard for patience as he entered he wet tightness, and began working in and out rythmatically inching closer to her very essence of being. They fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle or as she would say parts of a skeleton. Their bodies moved together in a fluid motion, perfectly in sync as if they were made for each other, it was harmonious and beautiful.
Her hips buckled up as he broke through the tightness gently, not hurting her anymore than he could help. They moved in unison as one her hips grinding against his as he moved in and out of her pushing deeper and deeper into her very core. Each moan she made, each movement, each sound that escaped her lips, made him that much closer to exploding inside of her as he held off. Bones urged him deeper inside him than she had ever let any man as she maneuvered giving him a better angle. She trusted Seeley Booth implicitly more than anyone in the world. She knew he would not hurt her, and when it came to sex the only pain he would cause was natural and he would avoid that for her. She knew he would, he didn't have to say so the words were in his eyes. Besides he was too kind and gentle to hurt her. Even as he made love to her his movements were slow and gentle to avoid hurting her though she urged him otherwise. "Not now, Temperance. I don't want to hurt you," Booth grinned as she moaned against his chest her reply lost somewhere in her throat.
Booth's arousal grew with every sound she made, every look she gave him, every movement she made, every touch, her everything. As she urged him deeper inside of her muscles clenching around his engorged phallus as she pulled him and he then thrusted as far as he could. Her muscles then clenched and unclenched around his throbbing phallus as he was moments away from exploding. He was as deep as he dared inside of her as he hit the sweet spot, triggering her to climax and orgasm and he the same as he exploded with a final thrust deep into her essence of being. Her very core as he emptied himself inside of her. He could not help but scream "Temperance," as he did so, the moment he had dreamt of, the love he had longed for had come as he had cum. As she orgasmed she screamed "Seeley," the same feelings running through her as they ran through him.
Tired and spent the two lovers broke apart collapsing into each other's arms. The sweat was evident on both of them as they struggled to breathe, their pulses racing as they were coming down off of a euphoric high that could only be described as love in its purest most simplistic form.
Booth was devout Roman Catholic, a man of god and reasoning. He followed the bible as much as he could. He knew what he had just partaken in was a sin of so many types. But, his Bones was worth it. She was the most beautiful sin he had ever seen. She was worth whatever punishment his deity was going to throw at him, whether it be death or an eternity in hell. He could not careless. Bones was heavenly. She was his heavenly sin. And he was hers.
Author's Note: Should I continue? Is it any good? would love feedback. Please read and review. I do have an out-line for future ideas. But as of now, if no one is fond of it, it will remain a one-shot...