A/N: okay probably crazy to start another fiction right now but i've been working on this one for two months and finally decided to work on it more. these will be a series of one shots off of songs on my ipod and i think you guys will enjoy it very much, they will range from nice fluff to pure smut and even maybe AU but not sure about that yet. Feel free to drop ideas for future chapters and tell me wat u think! XD this is my first one-shot-song fic! :D
A/N: dont own Bones, never will... but a girl can dream right? especially if booth will be there ;)
Addicted by Kelly Clarkson
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
Booth sat on his couch in the living room of his apartment. He had had a long day at work. Him and Bones were working on a tough involving a rapist and a 19-year girl. However, it wasn't the case that was bugging him; it was the sexual frustration between him and Brennan. They were "broiling" the suspect as Bones called it and Booth couldn't help but chuckle at her failed colloquialism yet again, and Bones had dug into the suspect so hard that the guy was sweating bullets by the end of the interrogation. Sadly, she failed to get a confession but she definitely left the guy a night of no sleep thinking about the crime and having to sit through another round with Bones in the interrogation room again. He was proud of her. He taught her well.
'Too well.' Booth thought to himself as he sipped at his beer. 'She was so thorough and tough, the way she slammed her hands on the table and bent o- Stop it!' He commanded himself, shaking his head to clear the images of Brennan bent over the table for him. 'This is Bones we're talking about, my PARTNER!' He chastised himself. Booth groaned in frustration at the tightness stirring in his sweats. 'Maybe a nice hard work out will calm me down' He hopped up off the couch and took out his punching bag from the hall closet and turned the radio on and started punching away.
After 20 minutes of pounding away he let his thoughts drift through hockey stats, football stats, and past cases, he still ended up thinking about Brennan. Booth sighed in frustration and kept punching harder; suddenly he paid attention to the song playing on the radio and understood why he always came back to Bones:
It's like you're a drug…
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you…
Booth right hooked the bag one last tie before slamming the stereo off. He sighed; 'She is a drug… a drug I can't have…' he kicked the bag over and went to the bathroom for a quick shower then he fell into bed in just a pair of sweatpants. 'Uh I can never get Bones outta my mind, I mean look at her. Her soft brown hair, curvy waist, plump pink lips…'
"Oh my God!" Booth growled and rolled onto his stomach to press his now prominent erection into the mattress. Slowly but surely Booth fell into an uneasy rest while thinking about the case, the song, and of course, her.
The bright gleam of the overhead light shown into his face blinding him slightly. Slowly he came to, clearing the grogginess from his head, and noticed he was handcuffed to a metal chair with a metal table sitting directly in front of him. It was a blank room, no furniture, no pictures, no nothing except two chairs, a door, and long mirror on one wall. Realization his him like a ton of bricks, he was in an interrogation room, but not just any interrogation room, the one at the Hoover. He was locked in his own room! Booth struggled against the cold metal cuffs that began to dig into his wrists when the door across the room opened and shut quickly. Booth raised his eyes and saw none other than Bones sitting across from him.
He blinked and shook his head, 'This isn't happening, this isn't real'. But it was, she sat across from him in the dress he told her to wear in Vegas, the form- fitting black number with small straps, along with the stiletto heels to go with it. Her hair hung loose around her shoulder and light make up. Booth thought back to that night and remember that he wanted to rip it off as fast as he zipped it up.
'Oh shit.' He thought and tried to fight against the handcuffs harder, his arousal becoming painful in the jeans he was wearing.
Finally, Brennan spoke for the first time "Stop fighting, you aren't going anywhere anytime soon." A brief smile flashed across her features as she spoke. Now Booth was truly afraid. What did he do? But more importantly what was she going to do to him?
"Bones this isn't funny, why am I here, what did I do?" He stuttered trying not to ogle her form.
"Of course this isn't funny Booth, you are in a lot of trouble." She got up from her chair and sat on the table next to him. Booth tried to cross his legs to hide his arousal but failed. Brennan glanced down so fast Booth wasn't even sure he saw it.
"You have been very naughty Agent Booth…" she purred before sitting on his lap.
"Okay Bones, as much as I am enjoying this I have no idea what you're talking about. What am I charged with?" He breathed slowly to stay calmed as she shifted on his lap.
"Well Booth isn't it obvious?" She wigged for value, "You are being charged with sexually daydreaming about your partner, indecency in public areas, and I've been watching you stare at me for a while now. What do you see Booth?" She said in a lust-filled voice.
"I-I um," Booth steeled himself and just came out with it, "Yes Bones I'm guilty as charged, I've been watching you because you are so freakin' hot I have lost nights of sleep just thinking about what I wanted to do to you, where I wanted to kiss you, lick you, bite you." He lowered his head and kissed the tops of her breasts.
"That's what I've been thinking about you Bones, how you stimulate my intellectually and sexually every day at every hour." He nuzzled her neck inhaling her unique perfume and licked her pulse point. Brennan let out a breathy moan and ran her fingers into his short hair.
"Me too, Booth." She whispered and attacked my lips, hers soft and warm against mine. He pushed her mouth for entry, which she granted, and he let out his own groan as they battled for dominance, and suddenly before he knew it, Brennan got up from his lap and stepped away from him. He groaned but was surprised by what she did next, slowly she unzipped her dressed and slid down her lithe body revealing her smooth expanse of skin. Both let out a moan as he studied her. The rise of her breasts, the curve of her hips, her toned legs. She walked back over to him and he couldn't help but whimper, "Please Bones I need you, I can't get enough of you."
She sat back down on his lap, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down while sharing a fiery kiss. He panted as he kicked his pants down as far as they would go. Then, Brennan settled herself over his erection, pulling a load moan from both of them. He squeezed his eyes shut at the pure pleasure she was giving him. Her mouth kissing and sucking his neck as she started to pump him faster. Brennan let out a load moan, causing Booth to open his eyes at Brennan pleasure-covered face. He moved his hips in time with her movements and was getting close. He kissed her from her perfect breast to her neck before whispering in her ear, "Never can get enough of you," before slamming his hips up and tipping them over the edge, Brennan let out a long moan, "Boooooooth!"
Suddenly his eyes slammed open and he was awake and alone in bed. His sheets were twisted around his legs with sweat beading on his forehead. He slowly let his breathing return to normal before he thought about moving, a quick glance at the clock showed that it was only 11 pm.
"Son of a bitch," Booth breathed out, "That was hot." He kicked off his sheets, glanced over at his nightstand, and grabbed his cell phone, possibly making one of the boldest moves in his life. He dialed the number.
Ring, Ring.
No answer…
Ring, Ring.
'Hello?' A voice answered the phone.
"Hey Bones." Booth said.
"Oh, hello Booth. What's up?" She asked.
"I couldn't sleep. I had a dream." He stated.
"Was it a nightmare?" She asked slightly curious.
"No. Bones have you ever had a dream…" He continued, telling her all about the wonderful dream, and everything that happened in it.
A/N:pleaz review, the little insomniac muse needz some written encouragement and luv! ^^