A/N- Wow not sure where this came from. I saw a clip of the Past in the Present and this came tumbling out when I should be sleeping. Anyways it's set shortly after the Season 7 finale.
Brennan lay in the hard bed in a dark, unfamiliar room. It had been 2 months since she'd left Booth in front of the church. She'd thought that as days passed by maybe she could block out the pain, put a box around her heart. But not with Booth. Not anymore, now that she'd let him in as deep as possible.
Some days it was an ache she could somewhat ignore. But more often than not on days like this, she just wanted to curl up and sleep. Because being awake and not having him near simply hurt too much to bear. She'd managed to nap with Christine today, and just as the little girl woke up from her nap, Max had taken her for a long walk in the deep woods surrounding their cabin.
Unfortunately, Brennan had dreamed about Booth and woken up immensely aroused. She didn't know what to do about it, but her body was screaming for release. All the stress and worry had knocked out any sex drive she'd had until now, plus the knowledge that Booth wasn't there to take care of it.
But now, she wanted to roll over and have Booth there beside her. She wanted to kiss him and touch him, and tell him she loved him. And then she wanted him to take her hard, his body claiming hers as no one else ever had or ever would.
As her thoughts wandered, her hand inched its way into her sleep shorts, sliding underneath her panties. One hand cupped her own breast, and she imagined Booth doing it instead, large warm fingers holding her so intimately. The pleasure spiked through her in hot waves, filling her body with warmth.
Brennan moaned softly, eyes falling closed as a finger slid inside. She was wet and hot, months of pent up need boiling to the surface. Her hips jerked up involuntarily, and she began to stroke herself. When she closed her eyes again, it was Booth pushing two fingers inside, sliding in and out, thumb tapping her clit. It was him rolling her nipple and causing her body to start to tighten and burn, begging for that pleasure.
But as she moved closer to the edge, something was missing. She could feel her orgasm right there, but just out of reach, no matter how fast she moved. Of their own accord, her eyes popped open, dispelling the illusion that it was Booth doing this to her. Determined, she forced her eyes shut and pumped harder, thumb rubbing her center, hard. It didn't help, and she felt release fading away, although her body was in agony.
Finally she yanked her hand out of shorts, flipping onto her stomach. Tears fell in earnest, and she moved to her side after a few moments. She pulled a pillow into her arms and held it close, as though it could fill in the void. But nothing could. Without Booth here, nothing was the same. No matter how much her body cried for biological urges to be filled, they were now so much more than that. So much more than her own hand could satisfy.
He had managed to consume her completely, becoming such a part of her life she didn't know how she'd managed without him. But now she didn't just manage, and maybe that was it. With him, she thrived and flourished, feeling happy and complete in her life.
When the tears ran out and her body stopped shaking, she attempted to pull herself together, showering and eating a few crackers. Max knocked softly, and when she let him in, she immediately picked up her daughter, hugging her so tightly she could barely breathe.
The only solution was to get Pelant and get back to Booth. And that would not happen by crying, curled up in a ball of self-pity. Her resolve strengthened, she kissed Christine on the head. They would get him back. He was a lover, a father, a soldier, a partner. And most of all, he was hers.
