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Part I
The club was hot, and the curiously potent drinks before them had done nothing to quell the heat. Outside, the briskness of winter demanded attention. Booth and Brennan sat in the VIP room at the Cathedral, a night club. The chairs were made of soft leather and the large television played a video of swirling colors. The sweltering heat and thumping bass created a rather uncomfortable experience. Hidden behind a heavy burgundy curtain, the room was made for intimacy.
It was a Friday night, and their investigation had led them here of all places. A cardboard coaster has been recovered from a body. With help from the lab's interns, the club's logo was discovered on the tattered surface. Suspicions of prostitution mediated through his clubs forced owner, "Gary G", to keep a very low profile. The owner was whisked away by a body guard within only a few minutes of their arrival; the unnaturally large man insisted that a problem out on the floor needed his attention. A pretty waitress brought them complimentary drinks as they waited for Gary G's return.
Booth had called Bones, hoping to leave her a message that he was going to follow the lead. He assumed she would already be on that 'date.' He rolled his eyes, 'another internet date.' Booth though she seemed to 'date' an awful lot.
There had been a hesitation, and he prepared for her voicemail message. "Yeah?" was what he got instead. "Booth is that you?" she demanded in an annoyed tone. He paused a moment more before explaining the lab results. To only moderate surprise she insisted on going along. What did surprise him is that she clearly decided not to change her clothes. The excitement of this new lead somehow trumped the need for appropriate attire.
He should have known: black. Of course she was wearing black. Booth loved it when she wore the color of secrets and mysteries; it seemed fitting somehow. He soft breasts swayed, unrestrained beneath tissue-thin black jersey. The fine, soft fabric was nearly sheer, even under the dim lights. Tall, shiny black pumps finished the look. Even under her heavy wool coat, it was still terrible sexy. Jealously ripped through his gut, knowing she was wearing it for someone else.
There was no way she could wear that coat in the club though. It was growing warmer and yearning took control over logic. 'Was that a bead of sweat dripping down her chest?' he wondered as he glanced toward his partner. It was difficult trying not to follow the line the tiny drop of moisture cut along the swell of her breast. She was hot, too, and it just made the tightness in his pants worse. The pulse in her neck was obvious, like a beacon. She was anxious, holding some secret hidden just beneath the surface of her calm exterior. His veil of control was slipping away – and clearly, so was hers.
Their host's absence became apparent, and his return was doubtful. Booth hoped he would return, because the pounding silence was making him too aware of Bones' hardened nipples. Terrible thoughts entered his mind as to why she would not be wearing a bra on a first date. 'A blind date'. Grumbling softly, Booth sensed a stirring besides him. Suddenly she was rising, perhaps she was leaving. 'She is bored sitting here,' he mused; 'she's leaving me to see him.' Meeting her smoky eyes as he rose, Booth was unprepared for her next move.
Bones reached forward calmly, lips parted, looping her index fingers through his front belt loops. A firm yank forward brought Bones uncomfortably closer to Booth's momentary source of embarrassment. She had to feel the heat of him. Maybe that's why her lips met his so ferociously. A thought yelled at him this was a very, very bad idea. The voice was right, but it was beyond his control. The fiery woman backing him against the dark purple-painted cinderblock wall overpowered his better judgment.
Maybe it was the drinks; ecstasy perhaps. It would make sense; giving Gary G time to slip away into the crowd, the annoying investigators distracted. The nearly empty glass sitting in front of the seat she previously occupied was worrisome. Bones was becoming very distracting, as she wrapped a leg around his, pulling their bodies into a rather intimate position. Booth felt something break in his mind: self-control had vacated his skull. Gripping Bones by the buttocks, he maneuvered their bodies around, pressing her roughly against the wall. The rough plaster must have hurt her delicate flesh, but the wanton gyrations of Bones' hips into Booth's begged otherwise. She grunted into his mouth before moving her attention to his neck. Her teeth scraped against his jugular. Soft hands stroked his body through his heavy clothing.
Booth reached a hand under the flimsy black dress, finding nothing but bare skin. 'Bones is kind of a slut', he thought. 'No panties; what was she thinking?' 'And shaved absolutely bare?' It occurred to him that there was a great deal he didn't know about the brilliant doctor. But she was still his. That's why these dates enraged him, Booth considered, brushing wide strokes with his free palm against her thighs. Something along the lines of 'blah, blah, blah, alpha male, blah, blah, blah' circulated among his drug-addled thoughts. No man could appreciate her quite like he did, didn't she know? Maybe she did. Maybe it's all a game; she wanted him to be jealous.
Jealousy and anger are what she was going to get this first time. 'If that's what she wants, that's what she'll get,' Booth thought darkly. This was going to be a sort of punishment, and he would issue it happily. Using a knee firmly wedged between her thigh to force her against the coarse surface, Booth snaked a hand up her body. He grasped slightly at her throat, feeling her rampant pulse under his palm. She bucked against him and his aggressive behavior. Coming to rest at the back of Bones' head, his fingers laced tightly into her soft hair. It hurt, and he knew it. There was no protest. She was gone, lulled by the drug's effect, her body acting on its own accord. Her sex was now grinding into the rigid surface of his knee; seeking more friction. She knew she was going to be punished, and accepted her fate without complaint. He yanked her head up, mashed his lips to hers. The grunts she breathed into his mouth only made his kisses more feverish.
Moisture dripped onto his fingers as his venturing hand grew closer to her womanhood. Booth couldn't believe it. The straight-laced, workaholic anthropologist was being driven into such a sexual frenzy that her juices were gushing from her slick folds. Booth relished the idea that she was so turned on by his touch. Disapproval left her busy lips as he pulled his hand away, just before reaching her heat. Booth fumbled with his buckle. He unconsciously pressed his knee higher against her, the evidence of her arousal hot through his pants. She gritted as the rough fabric rubbed against her engorged clitoris. She rocked against it harder.
Success of conquering his buckle and then zipper was followed by an unceremonious shove of the troublesome garment down his legs. Damning the existence of underpants, Booth grasped his hard erection from inside his boxer shorts. Sensing a growing sense of urgency, Bones rolled her hips back, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wanted him; the invitation was accepted.
Pulling his penis free, Booth wasted no time pressing against Bones' dripping opening. His eyes were glossy, the pupils dilated. Meeting her gaze, he saw those deep oceans replaced by raging black seas. Booth pushed into her smoothly, Bones' thighs gripped his sides tightly, trying to adjust to his size. Bones, dizzy and scrambling for breath, drifted into the amazing sensation of being filled beyond any conceivable capacity. Inside, all of her preconceptions about him began to crack. Stars flooded her vision. 'Maybe he wasn't so repressed after all.'
This was it, he was inside of her. Her heat was almost too much to take. Almost. Booth's hands skimmed over her body, reaching her waist. Firm fingertips dug into tender flesh as he pulled out nearly all the way. Before allowing Bones to catch her breath, he plunged back inside. She cried out wildly, partially from pain, but mostly pleasure. Booth pounded into Bones, his hands roughly bruising her skin under his tight grasp. She thrashed wildly against him, grinding down against him; meeting his thrusts stroke for stroke.
He was 'fucking' the most brilliant woman he had ever met in the VIP room of night club. The prim and proper anthropologist with her crisp white blouses and combat boots was 'fucking him bare ass in public'. She was screaming intangible syllables of encouragement without any concern for being caught. The scandal would be tremendous if this got out. 'What would Sweets say about this?' Under the spell of ecstasy, it really didn't seem to matter. Booth was marking his territory with every deep, rapid stroke. 'Mine, mine, mine…' There would be no others after him. For now and for always it would be his name she called as she came. A great inhalation of air alerted him to Bones' approaching orgasm. She grasped his shoulders, nails biting into the skin. It rang out so violently that her release nearly knocked them both over. The tight walls of her vagina pulled him deeper yet with their powerful spasms.
No previous measure of self control had prepared Booth for Bones' orgasm. Even as he pounded away, she pulled him so deep inside that his world faded into black. Somewhere far away his testicles released their heavy load, taking the air from his lungs along for the ride. In that distant place Bones slumped forward into his body as he pumped his hot seed into her still ravenous sex. Mutterings and nonsense spilled from her lips in grateful whispers into his shoulder.
Sliding down the wall slightly, Booth and Bones disengaged. Yanking the disheveled doctor by the arm, Booth wove through the club's writhing bodies, relieved to meet the frosty chill outside. It was sobering. Hailing a cab, he knew that the night would not end there. There were more sins Bones would have to atone for, but not here. He wanted to make her cum in more ways than she could rationalize and compartmentalize. In the quiet privacy of his bedroom, he was going to make her his.