Just a short piece I thought of one night and put aside for a long time. I decided to post it as an interlude from my other works for a bit of fun. Hope you all enjoy it. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Special Agent Seeley Booth pulled the rental car into the slot he had for his apartment. He was tired after the nearly thirteen hour drive. The FBI, in a decision that bordered on the ludicrous in his opinion, had decided that after he missed the scheduled flight, coach as always, he should rent a car and drive all the way back to DC since they wanted him in a meeting the next day and there were no other flights open that day. To top it all off, it was his birthday! Bones, in a shocking display of genuine verbal affection, had asked him to go to dinner to celebrate his birthday, and then he'd had to cancel. So here he was, exhausted from a long, and lonely, drive, pissed off that he hadn't been back in time to go to dinner with Bones, and now he had to get a little sleep before a 7am meeting at Headquarters! He wanted to castrate the dumb fucker who scheduled a meeting at that ungodly hour.
He trudged silently into the apartment building and made his way to his door. He was a bit startled to hear music coming from inside his apartment, as he was sure he'd turned off the radio when he'd left five days previously. He was even more startled when he found the door unlocked, so he drew his handgun and carefully went inside, leaving his large duffel bag in the hallway outside. The music seemed to be coming from his bathroom, so he made his way there. Taking a deep breath, as he always did before confronting a potentially deadly situation, he quickly slid the door open and burst inside, his gun trained instantly on Bones, who was in his bathtub reading a magazine.
Wait a minute. Bones? In his bathtub?? Reading a magazine???
"Is that any way to greet your birthday present?" Bones asked, clearly amused by the whole thing and smiling a sexy, alluring smile.
"Huh?" Booth asked, completely dumbfounded.
Bones carefully put down the anthropological journal she'd been reading and stood up, completely uncaring that she was naked. The sense of deja vu in reverse was overwhelming.
"Your birthday present, or have you forgotten that today is your birthday?" she asked with a chuckle.
Booth's brain caught up with him a little bit and he began to notice that his best friend, and partner, was standing in front of him completely nude. For some reason his well defined streak of gentlemanly manners left him and he just stared, taking in the entire spectacular package.
"Bones?"
"Yes, Booth," she asked, knowing what was coming.
"You're naked."
"I know that, Booth," she replied, completely deadpan.
"Uh, why?" he asked as his eyes continued to take in and fully memorize the image before him, much like an artist would a beautiful scene on an outing before commencing to sketch.
"I told you, Booth," she said in an exasperated voice. Men could be so dense sometimes. "I'm your birthday present."
"Excuse me?"
Bones stepped from the tub and walked over to him, flicking off the music as she went, the water running in tantalizing drops down her body. "I said, I'm your birthday present," she told him.
The imminent stroke that was always just below the surface whenever Bones brought up anything sexual, and this was as sexual as it got in his opinion with her standing right before him naked as the day she was born, was moving more and more towards it's full blown version. Was she really serious? He'd drawn that idiotic line between them three years before, and ever since then she'd been reminding him of it at almost every turn. He'd also been so stupid as to shy away from his admission of being in love with her by qualifying it with 'an atta girl sort of way' qualifier. He now was sure of his feelings, but he'd made the tough decision that if anything were to ever happen, she would have to make the first move. Well this was a move alright. A quantum leap in fact!
"My birthday present," he said, basically repeating her. His ability to speak independent thoughts hadn't quite caught up with him yet. "And that means?" he asked, still not quite sure what the hell was going on. Whatever it was, he liked it, but he needed to know for sure what was happening.
"I'm ready," Bones said.
"You're ready," Booth repeated. He cursed himself for sounding like a complete idiot.
"Let me set this down so we don't have any unnecessary complications," Bones suggested as she gingerly removed his gun from his hand and placed it on the nearby shelf, putting the safety on at the same time. Gunshot wounds on tonight of all nights would not do. She grabbed a towel with one hand, and his arm with the other so she could lead him to the living room where she sat him on the couch. Using the towel she dried herself off while she explained, knowing that she was giving him a bit of a show while doing so. That was fine as it would make the point that she was serious. Besides, she didn't plan on changing her state of undress anytime soon.
"I'm ready for us," she explained. "For a long time now I've been ready, and your surgery and amnesia only confirmed it for me. Then I got back from Guatemala and you seemed to back off for some reason. I let you have time, and I did some more thinking."
"You think too much," Booth said, those being the first independent words he'd spoken. How pathetic was that?
"I know," she smirked. She finished drying herself off and tossed the towel onto the couch next to him. She continued standing there in front of him nude. "But this time it paid off. I came to the realization that you were waiting for me to decide that it was time to move forward and forget about the line. That's what you were doing, weren't you?"
"Yeah," he answered her sheepishly.
"I don't know whether to thank you for thinking of me in such a caring manner, or seriously hurt you for making us waste so much time," she told him honestly.
"Do I get a vote?" he asked, using his best charm smile now that his brain was in a semi-functioning state again. He was also continuing his memorization of her awesome form. All those gorgeous dips and curves, the swell of her breasts and flare of her hips, along with those spectacular legs could only be described in one way: Perfection. That's what she was in his mind, and always had been.
"I'll think about that," she said with a chuckle.
"Definitely think too much," he deadpanned.
"The question I have for you is, are you ready?" she asked.
"I've been ready since we went to Washington to find the cannibal," he revealed. "I may have slipped and stumbled a couple of times, like when I drew the line and when you got back from your last trip to Guatemala, but my feelings have never changed."
Bones sighed in relief. She'd been a bit nervous about her plan for his birthday, but she'd finally had enough of his skittish behavior regarding them, so she had decided to take action. A bold statement was what she'd decided on, and the chintzy attitude of the FBI about money had played right into her hand.
"Then how about for your birthday we try and break the laws of physics together?" she suggested, beginning to move closer to him. She loved the audible gulp he made as she straddled his hips and settled herself down on top of him, his pants covered bulge pressing into her center deliciously, giving the right amount of pressure to her already swollen and aroused clit.
"Are you giving me a lap dance?" he managed to squeak out in shock. Shock and arousal. Well, mainly arousal at this point. Junior was making the decisions from here on at this stage of the birthday festivities.
"Are you going to keep asking me to leave the premises this time as you get one?" she asked him with an arched brow of amusement. The memory of him demanding she leave the lap dance club when he got too aroused from the lap dancer was one she would forever be amused by. His more puritanical sensibilities were always amusing.
"Hell no!" he said quite clearly. "What kind of ass would send his birthday present packing?"
"A monumental one," she agreed, gyrating her hips slowly on him, the friction his jeans were creating enhancing her arousal.
Booth was mesmerized by the sight of her succulent breasts swaying in front of his face, just begging for some attention, but before he could do anything about that, she leaned forward, pressing his face in between them and did what he'd seen lap dancers do many times, and experienced a few times as well. She wriggled left and right, giving his face a delightful slap and feel of all that pillowy flesh. Her gyrating hips had him harder than he could ever remember.
Bones decided to up the ante on this and do something she'd been fantasizing about since meeting him over five years before. She slid down his seated frame so that she was at his feet. Moving between his legs, she quickly unbuckled his pants and made short work of those and his boxers, black silk she noted. There it was. Booth's penis in all it's glory. It was already very hard, jutting out long and thick. She licked her lips as she grasped it in her right hand, her left cupping and fondling his balls.
"Oh my God," Booth moaned as he watched her close her mouth around the head, loving the feel of all that moist warmth and the swirling action of her tongue. He wanted to pinch himself to see if this was real, but was too afraid as it might ruin the most incredible moment of his life. He swore to himself that if anyone interrupted this for any reason, they were dead meat. He'd put a bullet right between their eyes. The Big Guy upstairs would forgive him for that, wouldn't he? How could anyone, higher power or not, blame him for being slightly peeved about having the blowjob of the millennium interrupted?
Bones let herself slowly take in his length as far as she could, and then started to let herself slide her mouth back and forth along him, using her tongue as much as she could to create pressure as well as add to the sensations with the texture. She'd always enjoyed the act of fellatio, not only for the act itself, but also because of the incredible duality of the nature of it. On the one hand she was submissive as it wouldn't take much for a guy to use some force to take her, so to speak, but on the other hand, the woman had the upper hand in the act due to the sheer pleasure of the act and also the hidden, yet always there, danger to the man as well. That submissive/dominance aroused her more than almost anything she had ever experienced sexually. Opening her eyes, she looked up at his face as she bobbed her head back and forth, and admired the look of pleasure that animated him. His eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and breathing ragged with his chest heaving. It all added up to the one main point, and that was that the both of them were getting an extreme amount of pleasure at that moment.
Booth was seriously loosing his grip on his control, and was loving every damn second of it. If anyone had told him that he would come home to this for a birthday present, he'd have been the first one calling the boys with the straight jackets so that person would be escorted to their own personal rubber room. Now he was sitting there, almost at the edge of his endurance, with Bones kneeling between his legs giving him the most exquisite blowjob he'd ever had. And he knew that this was only the beginning. The slight tremors in his body, settling in his hips, told him that he was about to lose it. He placed a hand on her cheek, and managed to croak out "Bones..." before it was too late. He watched her look up at him, with him still in her mouth, smile at him, and then quicken her pace, causing him to explode as she pressed a finger right behind his scrotum giving his prostate a little stimulation. He sagged as he finished, her mouth still on him having swallowed all he had to offer, easing his come down from such a powerful orgasm. Finally he slipped from her mouth. He just watched to see what she would do.
Bones slithered up and sat down next to Booth, letting herself sag against his side, running her right hand along his abdominals, her head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday," she said with a slight chuckle in her tone.
"I will never again make any cracks about you not appreciating the spirit of giving gifts, Bones," he told her truthfully. "You really didn't have to do that."
She knew he was talking about several aspects of it, but she chose to answer simply. "This was about you, on your day, Booth," she told him honestly. "That doesn't mean that we're done, though."
"Oh?" Booth said. He was completely shattered, and the long drive hadn't helped. He looked at the clock and saw that it was almost one in the morning. "I hate to say this, Bones, but I'm about to drop off to sleep from exhaustion, and I have to get up at six to make sure I'm at a meeting I have at seven."
Bones grinned. "Actually you're getting up at five so we can consummate this new level in our relationship, then you can go to your meeting," she told him.
"But I just drove thirteen hours, Bones," he whined. Junior was screaming at him to shut up, but he was wiped out, damn it. Consummating, as much as he was looking forward to it, and had been dreaming of it for the last however many years, needed to wait until he had a bit more pep. Besides, it wouldn't do to keep falling asleep in a meeting with his boss.
Bones grinned wickedly. "We'll compromise," she told him. "We'll have a quickie at five thirty and then you can make it up to me when we get back here after work. Remember, Booth. I love sex in the morning."
"Are you going to use that excuse when my Boss calls you to let you know I'm unemployed?" Booth asked, clearly exaggerating, but the point was still there.
Bones stood up and offered her hand. "Come on," she ordered. "Five thirty comes very quick."
Booth took her hand and let her lead him to his bedroom where he saw that the bed was already turned down. She'd clearly been prepared. "I think you need to have a refresher course on the meaning of the word compromise, Bones," he told her as the lights went off and they settled into bed, she practically laying on top of him.
"You can teach me in the morning after I've been a naughty girl again," she said with a laugh. "Good night, Booth. Happy Birthday."
"Good night, Bones," he said as he drifted off. It was still a bit early to say I love you, but they'd gotten a hell of a lot closer than they'd ever been to saying it and meaning it in the fullest sense of the phrase. Definitely a Happy Birthday.
A/N: I left it off here as it was a good point to do so, but if there's enough interest I am willing to do a second chapter dealing with the next day. Let me know. I did this one without any reference to dates, so the time frame will be with reference to whenever David Boreanaz's birthday is, after Booth's ridiculous "Atta Girl Sorta Way" qualifier. Just a bit of smutty fun to fill the time. All the best, Gregg.