Public Displays of Affection
A/N: Well, this is actually my first time writing smut, my first time writing in the Bones fandom and the first time in three years since I've written anything at all! A lot of firsts coming out. I hope you guys enjoy. I can't guarantee that I'll update very frequently, but I can guarantee naughty little bits of fiction. If you like reading smut, you're in the right place!
Disclaimer: I wish.
Chapter 1: Dressing Room
On a list of things Temperance Brennan hated most, shopping would easily find itself somewhere within the top ten, maybe even top eight spots. Had it not been for Angela's constant presence in her life, her closet would contain nothing more than sensible shirts and trousers. In fact, that closet would be a good three times smaller than its excessively filled state. And in general, she disliked going out to shopping malls in the D.C. area, where weekends (the only reasonable time for her to shop) saw all together too many customers seeking costly commodities. But this was no ordinary shopping trip to an overcrowded mall filled with atrociously overpriced, materialistic goods. And her current shopping companion was no Angela Montenegro.
"You're awfully quiet."
One Special Agent Seeley Booth.
Her crossed arms tightened across her chest. "I don't understand why we need to be here."
"Aw, come on. Don't be such a spoil sport." He wheedled. "This is fun, right?"
Her icy, blue glare spoke otherwise, but he just gave her that irritatingly charming smile. "Really, this is completely unnecessary. A waste of time and money."
"Hey," he kidded her gently, "You were the one who wanted in on this. Don't tell me you're backing out now."
"I didn't say that," Brenna replied petulantly. "You know perfectly well that for another undercover mission like this, I could have worn that dress from Vegas. Remind me why I need to buy another one?"
Because I wanna see if it's possible for you to get any hotter, Roxie. "I thought girls loved to shop for clothes," Booth grinned. He cut her off as she opened her mouth, ready to launch into another argument about gender stereotypes and society's conformity to such sexist notions. "Hey, whoa, I'm just kidding, alright, Bones? Let's just enjoy ourselves, eh? We won't have much more time to relax before we have to head out on this case." He reached for her hand and tugged her behind him into the nearest store.
"Booth," Brennan groaned and jerked her hand away, "I'm pretty sure I won't need anything along this particular line of clothing," she said, eying the colorful and lacy racks of the lingerie store.
"C'mon, Bones. A hot couple lookin' to get in on the clubbin' scene? Sure you don't wanna pick something out here?" He teased. His eyes caught on a lacy, red, see-through bra and he imagined it gracing her curvy figure, barely able to hold in her full breasts. He quickly swallowed the saliva that had collected in his mouth and slapped himself mentally before focusing back on his partner's face.
"My own underwear are fine, thank-you-very-much. And just so you know, we're not going to be engaged this time around," she asserted before marching out of the store, in her carelessly graceful manner.
"We weren't even engaged last time," Booth laughed, catching up with her. He draped an arm casually about her shoulders. "Loosen up, Bones. Just think of this as a vacation. Shouldn't be hard right? You're used to working during your vacations," he grinned at her cheekily.
Brennan heaved a sigh and stopped walking. His cheerful attitude was softening her, damn it, and it was getting increasingly difficult to keep up her angry front, something she had been encountering quite frequently as of late. "A weekend in Florida? I guess it can't be all bad," she finally conceded.
"That's my girl. Just wait and see; it'll be fun." He gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze.
"I'm not your girl, Booth." A typical Brennan response, but she didn't shrug off his arm, so he didn't bother to remove it as they resumed a leisurely pace through the mall.
Several stores later, Booth finally directed her into a store that she didn't immediately march right back out of. The racks of dresses ranged from conservative cuts that she imagined Booth's mother would wear, to such skimpy pieces of fabric that she didn't think even Angela would touch. Of course Booth's eyes were glued to the latter style of dresses and she rolled her eyes at him before leaving his side to browse dresses in the middle range.
Brennan was just checking out a classy, black dress when a dress so short it shouldn't even have the right to be called such was shoved in her face.
"How about this one, Bones?" Booth snickered, waving it in front of her.
"Booth!" She said in frustration. "This is the last time you're going shopping with me, I swear!" She pushed the dress away from her and stalked down the aisle.
He laughed at her aggravation and decided to give her some peace. He found a seat next to the dressing room, which was in a secluded corner of the store, framed by long, flowing dresses hanging from the wall. He watched with a soft smile on his face as Brennan paced up and down the aisles, occasionally snatching dresses from the racks and hanging them over her arm. Once she'd gotten a half a dozen dresses or so, she approached him and whisked past him into the dressing room. "I'll let you see if you think these are appropriate for the job," she told him over her shoulder.
"A private fashion show, Bones?" Booth grinned.
Brennan poked her head out the door, "I can change my mind, you know. You don't have to see the dress until we go undercover." A small smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
"Okay, okay," Booth held up his hands, "I'll be good."
"Good." She finally graced him with a smile and pulled back into the dressing room.
Booth's eyes traced the sequined lines of the green dress beside him as he eagerly waited for Brennan to come out of the dressing room. He grinned at the thought of a few of the dresses he'd glimpsed in her arms. All of them no doubt would look stunning on her beautiful figure, but he hoped she'd let him give his opinion on which would look best.
He heard the thump of her clothing hit the floor and he swallowed hard at the thought of her standing in there just in her underwear, but disappointingly, the walls of the stall extended all the way to the floor. He couldn't even see her feet standing amidst her discarded clothing. He sighed and shook his head. He knew he had it bad when even the thought of seeing her bare feet had him aroused. His eyes went back to the green dress. A couple customers passed by him, but for the most part they crowded at the front of the store.
"I think… this one looks pretty good," Brennan said, a few minutes later, as she pushed past the door of the dressing stall. His eyes snapped to her immediately and took in the vision before him. The dress, a dark crimson cocktail dress, plunged low in a deep V and cut off six inches above her knees. He didn't know whether to focus his attention on the shapely, pale stems she called legs or the tantalizing cleavage the dress revealed, and his eyes darted between the two areas appreciatively.
"Booth?" she gave him that half-cocked smile that told him she knew exactly what he was thinking.
Picking up his jaw from where it had fallen on the floor, he managed to stutter out a reply. "Uh, wow, yeah… that's really nice."
Brennan glanced over her shoulder at the mirror in the dressing room, assessing the back of the dress. "I think I'll take this one. It's the best I could find, but the straps are a little loose." In emphasis, she tugged at the silky ribbons at her shoulders, which had the effect of pushing up her generous chest and even a little… jiggling.
When she turned her attention back to Booth, she was startled to see him on his feet and only a few inches in front of her. She took a half-step backwards and her eyes widened at the hungry look in his eyes.
Reaching out a hesitant hand, Booth gently tugged on the strap himself. "I dunno, Bones. It looks pretty good to me." His fingers delicately skimmed the pale skin of her shoulder and she shivered at the deep, husky tone of his voice.
"Well… I suppose I could try on a couple more dresses, but I do like this one." Her eyes fell away from his nervously.
His fingers gently moved up her skin to rest on her chin, blazing a trail of heat in their wake and he tilted her face upward to look him back in the eyes. "I do too," he said slowly.
Her clear, blue eyes locked firmly with his and they held their gaze for a long moment.
"Are you going to kiss me?" Brennan finally asked.
Booth's lips quirked up in a small smile. "What do you think?"
"I think you are," she replied firmly.
He leaned in until their breaths mingled and his lips brushed hers ever so slightly with each word. "I think you're right." With that, he descended on her mouth. His hand moved from her chin to the back of her neck, pulling her into him. Their lips parted simultaneously and his tongue thrust deeply into her mouth, eagerly lapping up the taste of her that had been denied from him for three long years. She moaned softly into his mouth and it set his blood boiling. His fingers tightened in her hair and their mouths devoured each other.
Booth walked her backwards into the dressing room until she hit the opposite wall and pushed her up against the mirror, their lips still tightly locked. His tongue invaded her mouth viciously as if to catch up on all the missed opportunities between them in the years they'd known each other. His arm flung backwards and shut the door resoundingly closed, flicking the lock into place. Brennan jerked him against her, the entire length of his body pressed deliciously close against hers. Booth pressed her tightly against the wall of the enclosed room, his breath hot against her neck as he trailed wet kissed down her throat. She groaned softly into his hair, grinding her hips up into the prominent erection in his pants.
He pushed his hips back into her in response, feeling his cock pulse excitedly. Her leg curled about his waist, exposing her wet, hot center thinly covered by a pair of flimsy, lace panties.
"Oh God, Bones," he groaned helplessly as he felt the heat of her through his clothes. "You really shouldn't do that," he whispered, agonized.
Brennan grinned wickedly and unexpectedly shoved him away from her so that he fell against the door.
"Wha… Bones?" He said, stunned by the sudden loss of her warmth.
"Shh, no talking, Booth," she said in a sultry tone of voice that made his penis jump in his pants, "Just enjoy." Without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of him and was suddenly fishing his erection out of his jeans. He was hard pressed to stifle his moan as Brennan gently closed her hand around his length through the opening of his boxers, remembering that they were in a public dressing room with customers roaming the racks of clothing outside.
She pulled him out of his pants, admiring him enclosed in her hand. The head of him was leaking sluggishly and the veins that trailed up the sides were pulsing darkly with his desire. Locking her eyes with his, she slowly leaned forward and traced the tip of her tongue up the side of his cock and that single, wet sensation made him want to cum. Her tongue dipped into the slit where he was beginning to drip steadily and her lips closed around his mushroom head. It was unbelievable, knowing that her lips, the lips that he had been eyeing since the beginning of their partnership, the lips that, whenever they opened, spewed out a bunch of scientific jargon that made no sense to him, were now sliding down his penis. She sucked at him enthusiastically until he felt like he was moments away from exploding. She suddenly pulled away from him with an obscene 'pop'.
"Bones, Bones, Bones," Booth muttered as he dragged her up to his lips, where they proceeded to ravage her thoroughly. His fingers skimmed under her red dress and pulled down the scrap of lace, drenched with her arousal. Brennan let out a small gasp of surprise when he suddenly gripped her thighs and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around him instinctively. He walked a few steps and pressed her tightly against the adjacent wall, groaning in rapture from the feel of her naked sex sliding wetly against his own. His lips captured hers again to stop any noises from coming out of either of their mouths.
Wrapping one arm around his neck, Brennan reached down with the other to line him up with her entrance. The head of him dripped wetly onto her already saturated lips as he teased her by rubbing his cock lightly against her. Brennan would have none of it though and tightened her legs against him, forcing him halfway into her gripping walls. He gripped her buttocks tightly and began to thrust lightly into her. Pulling out a half inch and then pushing back in a full inch, repeating this until he was settled in her to the hilt. He didn't move for several seconds and as Brennan began to squirm demandingly against him, he suddenly pulled out all the way to the velvety tip and thrust back into her. A muffled scream flew from her mouth to his. He was prepared to do it again, just to feel that delightful clenching of her inner muscles, when a very familiar voice from a certain blonde-haired woman entered into his ears.
"…and I left Parker with my mom today so we've got about four hours to find the perfect dress." A cheerful voice announced as said blonde-haired woman passed right outside their stall and entered the one on the other side of theirs. The door closed shut and a lock clicked into place.
"There's a couple other stores we can check out if you don't find it here, but there's some really cute dresses here." Another woman's voice said, outside of the stalls.
Booth and Brennan looked at each other in horror, their movements frozen. Brennan could feel the slight vibrations of Rebecca's voice passing through the wall and against her body. Carefully, Booth gripped her legs and moved them from the wall to the floor, so their movements wouldn't be heard through the wooden walls. There was no way he was stopping now after wishing for this moment for so long, not even for the fact that the mother of his child was mere feet away from them.
"Of course, but I really would like to get a dress today. The party's tomorrow night and I have to drop off Parker at Seeley's place, so there's not much time left."
Booth froze at the sound of his own name, but Brennan clenched her muscles repeatedly around his thick length, determined to keep going. His eyes rolled back into his head and he ground up against her, rotating his hips. His balls ached from the sensations and she whimpered almost inaudibly at the stimulation against her clit.
After a few torturous minutes of these slight, unfulfilling movements and the chattering voices of the two friends, Rebecca's voice announced. "I don't like these dresses. They're just not fitting quite right and a little too pricy for a bad fit."
"I think there's another store on the other side of the mall that has more reasonable prices," her friend suggested.
The sound of the lock clicked open. "Let's go there then. I still need to get shoes." Their voices faded away as they walked out of the store.
Brennan's and Booth's eyes locked and their expressions conveyed their relief. Finally!
Wasting no time, Booth's hips withdrew quickly and slammed into her. A groan escaped from her that could not be silenced. His hips pistoned back and forth in a frenzy, the friction between them growing in intensity. Booth was glad to hear that there were no more customers roaming around outside as the wet sounds of their bodies coming together could not be disguised. Leaning down, he used his teeth to jerk the dress away from her breast and he sucked her rosy, aroused nipple into his mouth with one strong pull. It jolted Brennan over the edge, and with her hand pressed firmly over her mouth, she came forcefully in his arms. The feel of her wet muscles rippling spasmodically around his over-stimulated penis sent him to his climax as well. His release coated the inside of womb in long spurts and his balls throbbed at the intensity of his orgasm.
When their bodies finally calmed after their incredible high, Booth took a long, deep breath and let his head fall against her heaving, sweaty chest. They were speechless for long moments.
"I'm never going to be able to look her in the eye again." Booth finally said.
Brennan gave a low, breathy laugh and pulled his head up to kiss him softly on the lips. Booth's heart throbbed at the affectionate action. He looked down at her and they began to laugh softly at the ridiculousness of where they were and what had just happened. Booth pulled out of her and gently tugged the dress back to covering up her chest. He stood up and pulled her to her feet as well.
As they began straightening their respective clothes, Booth shot her a cocky smile. "I think this dress is definitely a winner."
She laughed and gave him a coy look.
"Well maybe after this case, I'll actually let you take it off me."
A/N: Well there you go! The first of a set of one-shots purely designed to celebrate Booth and Brennan's irresistible chemistry. So irresistible that they can't even make it to the bedroom! I've got some ideas that I want to try out, but I'm also willing to hear suggestions from you guys. If I really like the idea, I'll write it into a chapter. It's been almost three years since I've known what it was like to get a steady stream of reviews. Please be kind and give me some feedback!