Hello!
So, here's the thing. This story...is very, I don't know. Kind of ridiculous. Frivolous? But sometimes, there is just this scrape along the edge of their characters that makes me want to treat them like this...
I'm not explaining it well, except to say that I think they are both cocky as all get out, and when it comes to sex, I think they have a lot to prove, and there is a lot they WANT to prove. I'm not talking about making love (yet), just...skill, knowledge and I don't know...letting actions speak louder than words, I guess.
So having said that, I know that this story is non-canon, very fluffy, and sometimes that leads to the characters being OOC, or cliche to the point of OOC, which doesn't always make sense...except that it makes sense to me. Hahaha! it's early, I can't explain it.
But i just want, once and for all, for Booth and Brennan to be on the same page, sex wise, and to just let the other one have it. And so far, 98 episodes into this series, well...we're not there yet. And I'm just tired of waiting. So I'll write my own. If that's your kind of deal, read on. If not, I won't be too offended. I know some people don't like that kind of story.
Anyways....
--b&b--
"Yessss…" Booth grinned and clapped his hands together then punched Hodgins playfully on the arm. "Squint Squad getting results! That is what I am talking about!"
Hodgins smiled and Angela nodded, sharing a smile with Brennan, who tipped her head to the side in acknowledgment.
"It is incredibly satisfying to solve a murder, I must admit." She peeled off her white gloves and tossed them into the trash can in the corner of the lab platform. "There are few things more satisfying."
"Oh…" Angela shook her head with a saucy grin. "It is satisfying alright, but…I can think of more than a few things that are really, really satisfying."
Hodgins and Booth smirked, but Brennan frowned.
"I don't understand the significance."
Hodgins shook his head, and Booth leaned toward Brennan, flicking his finger against her shoulder. "She means…you know…"
"Sex" Hodgins clarified. "She means sex."
"Oh…" Brennan looked around the table. "I see. Yes, sex can be very satisfying, when with the right partner, of course."
"Did you say partner?" Angela leaned closer, her eyes sparkling."As in…the right partner?"
Brennan's eyebrows lifted. "Do you need a hearing aid, Angela? I was speaking at a normal volume."
"No, Bones…" Booth groaned and pressed his hands to the lab table. "She means…you know…"
"Sex with Booth," Hodgins once again stepped in, shaking his head at the FBI agent. "She means your partner," he clarified, pointing toward Booth.
"Oh." Brennan nodded. "That makes sense. Although, I could never say that sex with Booth is satisfying."
"Ah!" Angela choked. "Whoa" Hodgins laughed at the same time, his eyes moving from Brennan to Booth with lightning speed. "Busted, dude."
"Oh, my…goodness," Angela gasped, clasping her hands together near her chin.
Booth's hands settled against his lean hips and his eyes never left Brennan's. "What Bones here means is that she and I haven't had sex, so she has no idea just how satisfying I can be."
"Allegedly," Brennan shrugged a shoulder. "And I'm surprised you're even discussing it, Booth. Normally you're entirely closed up about it."
When Booth pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth and stood up straighter, Brennan crossed her arms over her chest, not intimidated at all.
"And…who's to say you're as good as you say you are, Bones?" he challenged.
Their eyes were locked with one another's and Angela sighed, clutching Hodgins' arm. "This is the best day of my life," she murmured.
--b&b--
Booth's heart pounded in his chest and his pulse pounded in his ears as the words tumbled from his lips. Five years of careful lock and key, only a few slip ups, but nothing like this…and now…
But there was just something in the straight line of her jaw, something in the determined smugness in her eyes that made him want to fight her on this, to show her once and for all that he wasn't a prude.
"Interesting" Hodgins was laughing behind him, the little dirt twerp.
"This is like a sex duel."
Angela's gasp could be heard for miles, but Booth never looked away from his partner's eyes.
--b&b--
Temperance Brennan loved sex. Loved it. And it had been a long time since she'd had any. Not just a long time since she'd had good sex, but any.
And all the yoga, deep breathing, mental exercises, work or aromatherapy in the world could do was present a shadow of the stress relief provided by the feeling of exploding in release.
She was stressed, she was aroused, she was going on almost two years of celibacy. And she was tired of it.
Tired of not being able to talk about it. Tired of his perfectly trim waistline complimenting his perfect shoulders. Tired of his charming smile contrasting against his rough palms. Tired of feeling only her smooth hands against herself.
--b&b—
Booth knew he should look away, walk away, move away, something…away. He cupped his chin in his hand and rubbed, pretending to consider. "A sex duel" he murmured. "Huh."
And damn if her eyes didn't spark at that. Well hell, he knew he needed to nip this right in the damn bud, but he wasn't about to back down. At least, not yet. Later, they'd talk, and they'd rationally agree that it was a crazy idea.
"A duel?" she arched one eyebrow. "Like a fight to the death?"
The zing of a key card cut through their concentration as Cam walked up the platform. "What kind of death?" she asked, assuming it at least related to the current skeleton lying on the forensics table.
"Le Petit Mort" Hodgins explained with a laugh, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Between le partners," Angela added, and Cam inhaled deeply.
"And I'm le leaving," she turned on her heel and tried to walk off of the platform.
"Don't bother," Brennan interrupted smoothly. "I was just on my way to my office."
Booth gave the single nod to Hodgins and Angela as he followed her, like he had many, many times.
Once they were inside his office, he figured they'd talk it all out.
But once they were inside, she closed her door and then leaned against it, her eyes wide with expectation.
"Bones," he warned, reaching up on instinct to loosen the knot of his tie. He tugged and twisted his neck, watching her fingers flutter at her sides. "Stop looking at me like that."
"I'm not looking at you in any way," she denied.
"Yeah, right" he argued. "You're looking at me like you're actually considering that damn sex duel."
Her silence was an answer, and Booth found that he liked her answer, despite all of the rules he'd set up for himself.
Wondering if those had all been wrong, and this was right, he took a step forward.
"You serious, Bones? Are you damn serious?" he warned again. "Because if you want this, I'm in. But I'm all in."
Brennan pushed off from her door, standing right in front of him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
His jaw worked and his tongue scraped along the edges of his teeth. "One night."
"Each" she rebutted. "To prove once and for all."
"Who's better."
"In bed"
His hands twitched at her two final words, but he didn't back down. And she sure as hell wasn't backing down.
--b&b--
See you at 8 AM EST with "Blue", a surprisingly sweet, but somewhat intense one shot in which Brennan realizes a few things about herself. With Booth's help, of course.
