AN: Ok so this is my first attempt at anything smutty. It was a little weird for me to write, but I did as best as I could conjour up. So yeah 'ENJOY' I guess.
This story is going to be a group of one shots, all focusing on different emotions towards Brennan that Booth has. So yeah, Im working on others. When I can. Don't worry, updates coming soon.
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He hates her!
Even though he knows this isn't true. He knows that he could never hate her.
But everything that he was feeling right now, the hurt, the anger, the emotional pain. All added together would result in hate to the common man.
He had died, or so everyone thought. Other than those on the list of people to tell. Bones was on that list, she was SUPPOSED to be told. But he soon found out, that she didn't know. She stood a few feet from his casket, and didn't shed a tear, not one, at the expense of his death. She even said later that his funeral was a waste of time. That seemed to hurt him the most. He had it stuck in his head that he didn't mean anything to her. After that Zack was sent to an insane asylum. She shed tears for him. He admitted to himself, he was jealous. Those events seemed to etch in his mind even more, that he seemed to mean nothing to her.
He slunk back to his apartment in sadness, slammed his fist into the wall out of anger, and drank down his feelings with the vodka stashed in his cabinet. He slumped into his couch, bringing the vodka with him. He said to hell with glasses and drank straight from the bottle. He sighed when the vodka didn't work. He was still sober, to some point. He stood up and placed the alcohol back in the cabinet, and went back to sit on the couch. He didn't feel like watching T.V. or do anything for that matter. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, when he heard someone at the door. "It's open," he said
Brennan opened his door and looked at him. She gave him a weak smile, and closed the door behind her. "You've been drinking," she said
"Not enough. I can still walk in a straight line," Booth said not lifting his eyes from his fingers
"Booth?" Brennan asked "Are you ok?"
That set him over the edge. He could never hate her. He knew that. But he couldn't take the innocent act of asking if he was ok, when he obviously wasn't. "Do I look ok?" He barked, instantly regretting the harshness of his words
Brennan winced and shook her head "No, you don't look ok, which is why I asked…" she said quietly
"Well then you got your answer," Booth said. Damn! He thought why am I being so mean to her?
Brennan looked down and stayed silent "Why are you upset?" she asked
Booth looked up "Why would you care?" he spat
"Booth, I'm your partner. And you're my best friend, of course I care if your upset," Brennan said stepping towards him slightly, but still not coming anywhere near the couch he was sitting on.
"I certainly got THAT message today," he said sarcastically Stop being so mean to her Seeley! He hissed to himself, but couldn't hold up the hurt that he was feeling at that moment.
Brennan picked up on the sarcasm "What did I do?" she screamed at him "What did I do now? To Make you upset?!"
"It's not what you did, Bones, it's what you didn't do," he hissed right back
"And what didn't I do?" Brennan asked, irritated beyond all reason
"At my funeral. You didn't cry, you didn't say anything on my behalf, YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO COME!" Booth yelled "Do you know how painful that is. To find out that your best friend, and partner doesn't want to remember you before you become worm food in a very expensive box?!"
Brennan crossed her arms over her chest, and Booth couldn't help but admire her beauty throughout his anger. Brennan looked at him, her heart being stabbed with every word she said, but she didn't say anything. She just stared at him
"Well?" he asked
"Well what?" Brennan asked, her voice cracking
"Well? Do you know how much it hurts?" Booth asked
"No," Brennan replied quietly, looking to her feet
"Well let me tell you. It SUCKS. That one person, who has risked their life for you, and you risked their life for them, doesn't even care that they aren't even alive anymore! It makes you feel like nothing Bones! Nothing!" he hissed and sat down on the couch "And I guess that's what I am to you."
Brennan looked up "Booth, you have it all wrong. I didn't want to go because I didn't WANT to believe that you were dead," she said tears building in her eyes "You're everything to me…" she whispered
"Then show me," he challenged
"What?" she asked
"Show me," he challenged again and marched up to her.
Brennan looked in his eyes, and melted immediately. She reached her hands up and touched the sides of his face. Her fingers traced their way down his neck, and rested on his chest. She leaned up and locked her lips with his. They didn't waste time with small pecks. Both Brennan and Booth opened their mouths and coaxed each other's tongues from their hiding spot. Their tongues wrestled violently, and Brennan pushed Booth back. Booth landed on the couch, his back hitting hard on the back of the couch. Brennan stepped up to him and rested her knees on each side of his legs. She placed her hands back on his shoulders and continued their kiss. Booth rested his hands on her back; he dug his hands under the fabric, and ran his fingers over the soft, creamy skin of this woman he loved. This woman who admitted that he was everything to her, and he for sure knew that he returned that favor. She was everything to him, always was, and always will be. Booth brought his hands to rest on her stomach. He smiled to himself as he felt her stomach rippled under his touch. If he could make her do that with just his touch, he wondered what else he could do to torture her. He tore open the buttons that held together her shirt, and ran his fingers over the lacey bra that held tightly to her body. Booth shed Brennan of her shirt, and Brennan decided to do the same. She tore open his shirt and threw the tattered remains on the floor over her own. She pulled back to pull his undershirt over his head, and then replaced her lips on his. Booth reached around and lifted Brennan into his arms. He got up off the couch and carried her to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut with his foot and threw her on his bed. He hungrily kissed her stomach and made his way up to her breasts. Brennan put her hands over her head and clenched the sheets under her hands, letting out a husky and very sexy moan of pleasure. Booth reached around and undid the clasp of her bra and tore it off her body with his teeth. He trailed kisses up her stomach and made his way to one of her beasts. He kissed the soft skin under his lips, until he made his way to the rosy red pebble he wanted. He suckled on the pebble in his mouth, and flicked his tongue over it, making her moan even louder. Every time she let out one of those sexy moans, his pants seemed to get tighter and tighter, he couldn't take it, but he knew he could hold off. He has waited this long, no sense in waiting just a little bit longer. He moved his sucking to the other pebble and after torturing her, kissed up her neck, sucking at the tender part right below her jaw line. Brennan fumbled with getting Booth's pants off, due to her shaking hands; she couldn't seem to manage to get off the belt buckle. Booth licked his way down to her waist, and unbuttoned the jeans so tightly wrapped to her legs and ass. He tugged them off, and soon tore them away. He smiled when he noticed that the lacey panties she wore were soaking wet. He wasted no time and tore them off. He took two of his fingers and pumped them into her, causing her to scream and moan with every thrust. Brennan reached down and pulled him up to her lips. Her hands were steadied and she tore the belt buckle off and threw it on the floor. After which, she had no troubles dealing with Booth's pants. She got him out of them easily. Booth pulled back and stood up, he knew what she wanted. She wanted him inside of her. He pulled his boxers down, a placed the tip of his erection at her center. He wanted to tease her. So he stayed there, kissing and licking up her stomach. He smiled when she whined and disappointment spread over her face. He leaned over and kissed her neck and started pumping into her. He found every gasp and moan she suppressed even more stimulating then he dreamed. He thrust into her with great force, and marveled as her perfect breasts shook with the rest of her body. Knowing that she would want some control, she started matching thrusts of her own, with his. He knew he would come, soon. Too soon, he thought, but he was determined. He wanted her to come first. He could feel her coming, her walls clenched and her breathing got even heavier then it was. Her moans turned to screams, and her hands tore at the sheets below them. Her walls clenched and squeezed him, and soon he came after her. He poured into her and the two sweaty bodies fell on top of each other. Booth supported his weight, so he wouldn't crushed her, but gave her final kisses to her neck, wet and warmed by sweat. Booth rolled onto his back and Brennan followed locking her arms around him and resting her head on his chest "Do you believe me now?" she asked regaining her breath
Booth smiled, he wanted to hear her say it again "Believe what?" he asked
Brennan looked at him and smiled. She reached out and touched the side of his face "That you mean everything to me," she whispered
Booth smiled and leaned up to kiss her forehead. He rested his hand on top of her head, and pressed down, telling her to lay her head back on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled the sheets up over her chest. He kissed her hair "I believe you," he whispered "And I hope that you believe me," he whispered
Brennan shut her eyes and smiled "You never had to tell me, I already knew," she whispered, and gave his chest one last kiss, before falling asleep in his arms.
