My very first M-rated, but it's quite tame.
Firstly, I would like to say that I am not sure how less silly this story could get. If you ever get caught in a situation like this, the best thing to do is back off. It's stupid to fight a battle this way. Secondly, I want to say that my cranial capacity is overloaded with twisted ideas, and this could be considered one of them.
Disclaimer: My birthday is coming. Maybe I'll get lucky.
"All I'm saying, Booth is that the showing of emotion can be seen as effeminate."
Booth rolled his eyes as he walked beside her towards her office. He was sick of Bones teasing him about the little insecurities every male on the planet had. And when she used that little I-know-more-than –you-know voice, it totally irritated him.
"I wasn't crying, Bones. The guy had on some kind of cheap cologne and it irritated my eyes."
She smiled smugly, "And you expect me to believe that?"
"Yes, the guy had on some stink stuff that irritated me right at the moment when he passed me to kiss his wife for the first time after fifteen years on Death Row. Pretty believable. And plus, my eyes just welled. I didn't cry."
"You were about to."
"You don't know that."
They reached her office and standing in the middle of the room, they continued their little tussle.
"Booth, I know you like to feel all alpha-male, but it is human to want to express emotion, even if it was over a silly movie-type moment."
"I t was not a movie-type moment. It was beautiful moment and I appreciate it as much, but I did not get emotional." Booth defended himself.
"It was quite dramatic, almost as if it was being staged. It reminded me of the movie where the woman runs off the plane into the man's waiting arms, he spins her around and kisses her and all the people nearby start clapping for some strange reason. Have you ever watched that one?"
"That could be any number of movies, Bones."
"Exactly. It's a movie-type moment. It's the moment in a movie where the audience starts crying, i.e. you."
Booth held up his hand "I did not cry, Bones."
She stepped close to him, "You just won't admit that…"
The rest of her sentence died in her throat and she looked down. Having stepped closer to Booth at the time that he raised his palm, her breast was now cradled in his hand.
There was a little silence as they both assessed the situation.
"Booth, let go of me," said Bones.
He was about to do just that, when he saw something flicker in her eye. It made him realize, he now had the upper hand. It was an evil thought that crossed his mind next, and he made it take over.
"No,"
"What?"
"You stepped up, Bones, so it's you who has to step back."
She saw the challenge in his eyes. Oh, so now this was a power struggle, she realized, and whoever backed down was the bigger wuss. That was not her! She prepared herself to accept the challenge.
"Booth, you know that touching me in this manner translates as inappropriate, so let go."
"Step back."
"Let go, Booth."
"Step back, Bones."
"You know I realize you want to prove a point, Booth, but is this really the way to do it?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
He closed his hand over her breast and saw her eyes open wide in shock.
"Booth! You wouldn't dare!"
"I think I just did," he smiled triumphantly.
She let out a huffy little breath, "That was uncalled for. Totally, total…oooooh, don't do that!"
For his hand had shifted as he moved, unintentionally sending her nerve endings ablaze. Booth raised an eyebrow. He couldn't believe how utterly fun unnerving Temperance Brennan was.
"All you have to do is step back."
"Booth, you have to let me go."
"No, I think you need to step back."
"Let go."
"Step back."
She glared at him. Oh, she wanted to slap that smug smile on her face. But that would require backing down. And Temperance Brennan never backed down in any circumstance. She and he would just have to stand there with his hand on her breast until somebody like Angela came in and embarrassed him.
She stood there looking at him like she was made of blue steel. As if she had all the resistance in the world. Okay, Booth thought, I wasn't gonna do it, but you forced me.
He ran his thumb over her nipple. Over and over. Her breath caught, despite herself, and he could see the ice in her expression beginning to melt.
"Don't," she said, struggling to keep her expression firm, even as she leaned closer, "Stop."
"What did you say? Don't stop?"
"No! I said 'Don't' first, then I said 'Stop'. I did not say them together."
"That isn't what I heard," he continued stroking until he saw her lids flutter. Her eyes opened and they were filled with frustration. He bet she was more frustrated with herself than him right now.
"Booth," she began, "this is childish of you. All you have to do is just take your hand away and stop acting out some silly fantasy on me."
So she was resorting to embarrassing him. Like that could work. He pretended to consider as he massaged her, hearing a little moan that told him he was winning, "Um, no. You stepped up to the plate. Either you back down or bat it out."
"Is that a reference to baseball?" she asked as she leaned even closer.
"Yes it is, Bones, very good. Are you going to step back?"
"No."
"Too bad," he could hear her breath coming in pants as his hand slid over her. This stupid fight had its perks.
"You're gonna be sorry…" she sighed.
He chuckled, "Doubt it."
Her brain was turning to mush. It was getting harder to concentrate on winning their little physical battle. But she never backed down from a challenge and she refused to start now.
She closed the space between them and placed her mouth on his. It heightened the sensations she was already feeling, but she hoped it would also serve to get his attention refocused and give her the upper hand.
He would have been all too ready to give in to the kiss if he didn't realize that it was a plot to get him distracted. No, no, Bones, it ain't gonna work. They both persisted, even when the other didn't back down. It was Bones who gave in first.
"Ugh! Booth, let go!" she shouted in frustration.
He whispered, "Step back."
She let out a moan that was laced with pleasure and fury, "You irritating…!"
"Bones, you only have to step back."
"NO!"
"Okay. I'll make it easy for you," he ran his thumb over her, hearing her breath catch, "I will let go if you promise not to make your little comments about my masculinity ever again. That is all you have to do."
Not knowing when to take a bargain, she said defiantly, "No."
Oh, so you wanna play the hard way, huh? He used his finger to circle her nipple, "Just say you promise, Bones, and I'll let go."
Her control was beginning to slip dangerously. She could do nothing but concede defeat, "Yes."
"What? I don't think I heard you."
"Yes! I said yes, I promise!"
She suddenly felt cold as his hand fell away from her.
"Thank you very much."
He walked away and left her standing there, waiting for her world to stop spinning.
"I'm going…to the bathroom."
Brennan stormed out of her office and headed for only Heaven knew where. If he wasn't the most moronic, thick-headed person she ever met! Why would he do that? All he had to do was step back, since it was his fault his hand was there in the first place, and the whole thing would have been over in seconds, not stretched out for longer than needed and leaving her body pulsing. She needed a candy bar, a cigarette, a shower, anything that could calm her down.
She needed to talk to Angela…
Booth sat in her chair and put his feet on her desk. He was King of the Hill for the moment, and he felt like milking all the glory. It was her fault, the whole thing. She should have backed down a long time ago. It wasn't his fault that she melted like a Popsicle in the sun beneath his fingers.
He sighed. He wouldn't mind her starting another argument, so he could win it his way again...
Ill, right? So darn ill.
That was the most pointless fan fiction I ever read, and I wrote it!
My friend read it (without my permission) and said that they're both lying to themselves. They wanted to grab each other like that, and the power struggle part was irrelevant. What do you think?
