Title: Wants and Desires
Fandom: Bones
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,812
Pairing: BB
Spoilers: 2x22—Stargazer in a Puddle
Summary: Booth and Bones wonder what to do…
My first attempt at both M and fluffiness, so please be kind!
Booth had gone home that night, confused about everything that had happened in the past few days. Just days before, he had been joking with Bones about getting married. Today, Jack and Angela had abandoned him and Bones at the altar.
Lying on his couch, he ignored the football game on TV and remembered standing there, not exactly sure what to do with everyone watching him. Bones had been giving him her mischievous grin, and innocently asking him "What do we do now?"
It had taken all of his will-power and restraint not to kiss her there, in front of everyone. He wanted to, dear God, did he want to. He would've kissed her while they stood there, with everyone watching, including the minister—he didn't care, he just wanted her.
He wanted to run his fingers through her curly, auburn locks. He had always wondered what it would be like to be able to touch her hair whenever he wanted to. Sometimes, his fingers itched with the desire to touch her hair. For now, though, he had to settle for the occasional whiff of her shampoo or their rare hugs when he could bury his face into her curls.
He wanted to caress her face and trace her cheek and jaw line with his hands. She would occasionally allow him to tilt her head up with his finger under her chin, but he wanted to touch her without fear of physical injury. He wanted to have free-reign to explore, touch, and caress her skin. To make her cry out in ecstasy. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as his hands and mouth explored her sensitive areas. He wanted to taste her skin, to kiss the soft area between her breasts, to run his tongue over her firm abdomen. He wanted to taste her center. To bury himself in her, and hold her close as they fell together.
He wanted her to open her heart to him, and let him hold her together. He had already opened his soul to her—she had taken hold and was slowly, unknowingly, healing his brokenness. With her, he knew he could be whole again. When he was with her, he was a better man.
"What do we do now?" she had asked, standing close to him. Well, he had known what he wanted to do, but it definitely wasn't what they should do. They were partners. He had drawn the line a long time ago, but he was the one fighting to stay behind it.
Instead, he had just offered her a smile and cheeky response, "Have a party!" before he took her hand and walked up the aisle to the waiting limo.
By the time Brennan had got home, she was ready to collapse. She wasn't as physically exhausted as she was mentally, and for the first time she could remember, she just wanted to turn her brain off. All day that man had been running metaphoric circles through her mind, and she was tired.
It had all started when Booth had told her that her father could have escaped, but had given up his freedom for her. She had hugged him tightly, as her best friend was walking up the aisle, never wanting to let him go.
After Angela and Jack had run out on them, she had looked at him and asked, "What do we do now?" She didn't know how to handle the bride and groom running out on their wedding. She didn't know what to tell people or if they should go celebrate even though the wedding was called off. She had looked to Booth to get her out of it, but what she saw in his eyes had startled her.
She had seen lust, wanting, desire, and… love? That was it. That's what had surprised her. She saw love in his eyes. It didn't frighten her, she was just surprised that he could love someone as broken as her.
She had accepted a long time ago that she loved him. It had taken a long time to identify, but she finally acknowledged that she loved him. That she was in love with him. And unlike her family and everyone in her life before, she knew he would never leave her. She could try to push him away. Hell, she had tried, but he was there to stay. And for the first time, she was okay with that. He hadn't asked to be in her life, she hadn't asked him to be, he had just wormed his way in, slowly breaking down her walls, until he was at home in her heart. He was a part of her that she didn't want to get rid of.
She wanted him. It was as simple as that. She had accepted that within weeks of meeting him. As much as she hated his cocky arrogance, she was attracted to his brute masculinity. Waves of sexual energy rolled off his body, enveloping her in his passion. People assumed she didn't notice, or was oblivious to his devastatingly good looks and dedication to her. But no, she noticed. She knew more than any of them, she knew him, and she knew her own feelings towards him. And now, she knew his feelings toward her.
Standing their in the church, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and finally give in to what they had been dancing around for years. When Sully had left, Booth had told her that everything happens eventually. That's what they were both waiting for… eventually. Secretly, Brennan had been relieved when Sully had left. He was just a physical fill-in for the one she really wanted but couldn't have yet. Sully had begun to get attached to her, which was the last thing she wanted, and was glad when she found out he was leaving.
As the continued to stand at the front of the church, with everyone watching them, Brennan had the almost overwhelming need to touch him. She wanted to run her hands over his broad chest and watch the muscles move beneath his velvety skin. Usually she was the one in control in bed, but with him, she wanted him to use his size and alpha-male status to dominate her, to take control, and to claim her as his own. He was the only one she could ever imagine giving relinquishing control to, because she knew he wouldn't break her. She wanted to kiss each one of the scars that she knew covered his perfectly sculpted body. She wanted to know everything about him, his wounds and pains included. She wondered what kind of lover he would be: sweet and romantic or fiery and passionate. She regularly fantasized about one of their heated arguments ending in her getting fucked hard against a wall.
She had blushed, realizing what she had been thinking within the walls of the church. Even though she didn't believe in God, she had been embarrassed to be thinking those things in the church, standing in front of everyone.
With a smile on her face, she rolled over in her bed, burying her face into a pillow and snuggling further under the covers.
She remembered the grin that had spread across his face as he had dragged her out of the church, saying they were going to "party" even though the bride and groom had abandoned the wedding. His smile and laughter were contagious as she had hurried to keep pace with him in high heels. They had scrambled to get into the limo and away from the church before everyone else began pouring out and heading towards their cars. In their hurry they had almost forgotten that Cam and Zach were going to ride with them, and they laughed as the two had come rushing out the doors after them.
Booth smiled to himself as he thought about how much fun the reception had been, even though the bride and groom were missing. There had been an open bar, which many of the guests had taken advantage of, although both he and Bones hadn't had much to drink. They'd been too busy dancing and enjoying each other's company.
For a while, Booth had forgotten there were other people around. He was so enthralled by his Bones. When they had finally decided to take a break to get dinner, he hadn't moved his arm from its place around her waist, holding her against him. A couple of other guys had come to ask Brennan to dance, but one glare from Booth was enough to send them running in the other direction. He smiled again, realizing she hadn't once admonished him for asserting his alpha-male dominance. Dear God, woman, he thought to himself, I'm chastising myself and sound like you!
He laughed at the voices in his head, shaking them away. A quick glance at the clock told him it was only 10:30pm, and he wasn't tired enough to try to go to sleep. A smile crossed his features as he climbed off the couch and heading to his room to change out of his suit. A few minutes later he emerged wearing a tight black shirt and fitted jeans. Grabbing his cell phone, keys, and a jacket, he left his apartment, knowing exactly where he wanted to be that evening.
Brennan had long since given up on the idea of going to sleep. Instead, she was sitting on her couch with her laptop and a beer, exploring the wonders of the internet. While she was surfing online, she thought about how much fun she had had at the reception, even without Angela and Jack there.
She and Booth had spent most of the night dancing, and she had even let him lead for a few dances. He wasn't a bad dancer, when they weren't fighting for dominance. They had developed an unspoken agreement about who would lead, as if their bodies understood each other on an instinctual level. She didn't have to think or analyze her actions with Booth tonight; they had just let their bodies take control. Melded together on the dance floor, she couldn't tell where her body ended and his began.
She smiled again, as she thought about the two unfortunate souls who had asked her to dance. Booth had shot them a glare that could freeze Hell over, not that she believed in hell or the possibility of it freezing over. Then Cam had tried to get Booth to dance with her, and it had been Brennan's turn to glare. Cam scurried off to find some hot, single guy after that.
Brennan was visibly shaken when she realized what she had just thought in her own mind. She and Booth were not a couple, no matter how much they had acted like it tonight. She needed to keep that separate in her head. She needed to separate their professional partnership from her fantasy world. Booth was not hers, no matter how much she wanted him to be. Although she knew he thought of her as his.
She had noticed how he kept his arm around her waist all night, only letting her go so she could go to the restroom. She had been oddly content allowing him to exert his alpha-male dominance. Usually she put up more of a fight than she had bothered with tonight, but it didn't bother her too much. She knew that come morning their relationship would be back to the constant vying for dominance, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
She was shaking away her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. A glance at the clock told her it was 10:45pm. There was only one person who would be bothering her so late, and he was never a bother. Closing her laptop and setting it on the table with her beer, she went to the door to let him in.
He waited impatiently in the hallway, a cherry pie in one hand, as she made her way to the door. When she finally opened the door, his breath hitched as he took him her natural beauty. She had obviously taken a shower since she got home, her damp hair hanging loose around her shoulders, dressed in only a pair of blue boxer shorts and a tank top. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
With a grin, he finally greeted her with a "Hey Bones, I brought pie!"
She smiled back as she moved to let him enter. "We just ate a few hours ago! How can you be hungry again?"
"You know me, Bones, always hungry for pie." Entering the living room, he noticed the laptop and half-empty beer. "Looks like I interrupted a party," he commented, knowing full well that she wouldn't understand.
"What party? I was just online…" she trailed off, a confused look spreading across her features.
"It's just an expression, Bones. Don't think about it too hard. What were you doing online?" He asked from the kitchen, where he was cutting the pie and placing pieces onto plates. Re-entering the living room with two plates and a beer, he noticed a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Where you doing something dirty online Bones?"
The blush had faded drastically, but was back in full force when he began teasing her. "I was… I was just reading… um, fanfiction, that people have written about my books."
His grin grew impossibly larger. "You mean like young women writing someone else's characters in naughty situations? Although they can't be too much more graphic than your sex scenes are."
She knew he was just teasing, but she couldn't help the blush that had once again taken hold of her cheeks.
As they both settled down on opposite ends of the couch, he reached for the computer, "Let me see what you were reading."
"Wait, don't…" she weakly protested, knowing it would do nothing to stop him.
After a moment of scanning the page, a blush spread across his cheeks as well, and he quickly shut the laptop and placed it back on the coffee table. "Umm, well, that was… interesting…" he trailed off.
They sat there in a slightly uncomfortable silence, neither knowing exactly how to respond.
After a moment, he broke the silence, "So in addition to people writing about your characters, they also like writing about your sex life?" A small smile spread across his face while he teased her.
"Apparently," was her only reply. The story had been a rather graphic sexual situation between her and Booth, and it wasn't too far from the fantasy she had had that morning in the shower. That realization caused the blush to appear on her face, yet again.
"Well, it makes sense what people assume, since it's obvious Andy Lister is based off me," his charm smile was permanently affixed to his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
It seemed she was doomed to blush tonight, as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Why am I so embarrassed by this conversation? She wondered to herself, I've never been embarrassed by sex before, so why am I now?
Because it's sex with Booth, the little voice in the back of her mind said, and it's something you really want.
"He is so not based off you. Can you be any more arrogant and cocky?" she asked in a teasing tone, smacking him lightly on the arm.
"I'm sure I can," he replied, his voice deeper and more husky than usual, as he moved closer to her. That look was back in his eyes, she noticed, full of wanting and desire. He was like an animal on the prowl, and she felt desire spread quickly throughout her body. For the second time that day, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, and this time, she gave in.
The moment their lips came together, it was like fireworks were going off in her head. It felt like their lips were on fire, and her nerve endings tingled, even though he wasn't touching her yet. The kiss was light, barely a brush of the lips, and when they pulled apart, she immediately felt a sense of loss.
He didn't pull back far, though, as he rested his forehead against hers, their breath intermingling as they tried to calm their bodies. If one slight kiss gave that reaction, I can't imagine what having sex would be, she thought to herself, wanting, no, needing, more of him.
Their second kiss was hungrier and more passionate than their first. He sucked on her lower lip while her hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer to her. Gently at first, then more insistent, his tongue ran along her lip, begging for entrance, which she readily granted. As his tongue thoroughly explored her mouth, one hand moved to rest on her waist as he lowered her backwards onto the couch.
She felt like she was going to spontaneously combust from the passion and heat of their kiss that spread through her body. One of his hands was running along her side, leaving a trail of fire in its path, something she'd never experienced before.
Needing to feel skin, she slid her hands under his t-shirt, exploring the planes of his back. Perfect, was the last thought to run through her mind as he removed his mouth from hers and began kissing and sucking his way from her ear to her collarbone. She couldn't suppress the moan that came when he found the sensitive spot just above where her neck met her shoulder.
She was almost tearing at his shirt as she struggled to get it off of him, needing to feel his skin against hers. She could tell he was just as desperate as he tugged her top over her head, removing his mouth only long enough to peel off both of their shirts, before renewing his assault on her neck and moving slowly lower.
She could feel how hard he was as his erection slid against her leg, while he continued to kiss lower, taking her left nipple into his mouth while his hand teased her right.
"Need. You. Bedroom. Now." She managed to say between gasps and moans. He moved his mouth back to hers, as he lifted her from the couch and moved them as quickly as possible to her bedroom. Halfway down the hallway, he stopped to push her against the wall; her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he squeezed her butt and continued to kiss her, needing air but refusing to release her lips.
A few steps further and they almost fell into the bedroom, hands and mouths everywhere. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, but it only served to make him harder. He'd never been this hard in his life, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
They collapsed onto her bed, him pushing her into the mattress as he continued to explore her body. One hand ran down the length of her impossibly long leg, and then moved back up, stopping at her waist to hook his thumb in the elastic of her shorts. He was shocked to discover she wasn't wearing anything under the shorts as he quickly pulled them off and discarded them on the floor. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her naked under his gaze.
His eyes raked over her body, taking in the creamy skin of her full breasts, taut abdomen, and firm thighs. He'd never seen a sight as erotic as her lying completely naked underneath him, her eyes shut while she tried to regulate her breathing.
After catching her breath, she opened her eyes to see him looking hungrily at her body. Realizing he was still in his jeans, she suddenly rolled them, so she was on top and began undoing the button and zipper of his pants. As her hand brushed against his straining erection, he caught her wrist, stopping her from touching him. Rolling them back over, he lifted himself from the bed and quickly removed his jeans and boxers, before climbing back onto the mattress.
He watched her eyes move over his body, taking in his tight muscles and erect penis. Usually he was proud of his body, but under her prying gaze, he felt self-conscious. Her hands were on him then, moving over his abdomen and ass, finally coming around to stroke his penis. God that feels good, he thought to himself, but I have to stop her or I'll come right now.
Catching her wrists again, he moved them above her head and held them in place while his fingers explored her folds. He slipped two fingers into her hot, slick heat, stroking her while his thumb rubbed over her clit. His mouth was back on her breasts, nipping and then soothing with his tongue. The combined sensations drew noises from her that were a cross between a moan and a scream, which were almost too much for him to take, as his cock was aching to be buried inside her.
"Need. You. Now." She gasped, tightening her grip in his hair while he hips pushed into his hand.
Removing his hand and positioning himself at her entrance, he looked straight into her eyes as he buried himself in her folds. Pausing to let her adjust to him, her breathy "Move," was all it took for him to pump into her, angling himself long and deeply into her. Their eyes were locked together, neither looking away as his hand found its way back to her clit where he rubbed slow circles.
"Faster, Seeley" she practically begged. She was so close, and he knew neither of them would last much longer. He had taken two quick strokes into her when he felt her walls tighten around him as she cried "Seeeeleeeeyy," drawing out his own intense orgasm. He knew she would be amazing, but he never could have imagined it would be that incredible.
After a moment, he collapsed against her, before he rolled onto his side, drawing her against his chest. She cuddled herself into his side, their legs intertwined. He had never taken her to be a cuddler, but he was glad. He wanted to hold her forever, and she was letting him.
As her breathing evened out, she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder and her hair fanned out across his chest. He resigned himself to an awkward conversation in the morning, but he knew they would get through it together. They always did. As he twirled her hair around his fingers, he allowed himself to relax as he gently drifted off to sleep with his arms around the woman he loved.
Fin.
A/N: This was intended as a one-shot, but if there are requests for more, I may oblige, since I do have some ideas. Please review and let me know what you think!
