AN: I know I haven't updated my multi chapter (I Love You, I Guess) I'm sorry to all of you who are waiting on the next chapter. I have been sick and really busy with work. I have written some but I'm finding it really hard to write that particular story at the moment. My mind is filled with ideas that suit one shots, hence this story right here. I will work on my multi in the coming days.
This is set immediately after 6x13 - The Devil In The Mold.
Thank you to Lilou004 for her beta skills and helping me with some ideas at 3am.
Please read and review. Your reviews help me improve and give me the drive to write more.
"Then I'll have a drink."
They both put their hands up and signalled for the barman.
Booth took the shot glass in hand and finished it before the barman even had time to fill Brennan's shot glass. He slammed it down on the bar and looked at her. Tears welled up in his eyes. She reached over and placed her hand on his.
"Booth, it took me six years to realize that I wanted what you were offering. From that very first case to right now. I just realized too late. It's not that I didn't want it, I did... I do," She rubbed her thumb over his fingers.
"I do want what you are offering me. I understand that I am of course, wrong again in my timing but I have come to terms with the fact that, I can't spend time away from you. The jealousy eats me up inside. I wanted to be the woman you came home to, the woman you hugged and kissed and made love to, all those times you were with Hannah, I wished you were with me. Let's face it, Booth, we have both crushed each other's hearts in our six year friendship. I turned you down at a time when it was more than reasonable to be together and then we had a year apart, you found Hannah and I realized I wanted to be with you. It was too late for me then but I understand that maybe we both had to go through this to really realize that we indeed, belong together and if you want what I'm offering now, I am more than willing to accept what you are offering." She looked at him with a half smile.
"Bones, you can't just do that to me. You can't just tell me your feelings like that. It doesn't work that way. You make me so angry, woman make me so angry."
"Booth, I know that this is the wrong time to say this. You just..."
"Don't say it, Bones. Don't say that I got turned down or rejected. I know that. What am I doing wrong? What is it about me?"
"Nothing Booth, absolutely nothing," She shifted closer to him
"You are an amazing person and any woman would be lucky to have you." Her lips broke into a smile. Their eyes met and held for a split second. He could tell that she loved him, he loved her, he always had and he always would.
He broke his gaze and slid back in his stool, reached for his glass and downed the last nip of scotch.
"I'm going home, Bones. I'll see you Monday."
"You're not driving home this drunk, Booth. Please let me drive you or at least take a cab."
"Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy, I can handle myself."
He got up and left without saying goodbye.
Brennan put her head in her hands and let out a sigh.
"Another, please." She said to the bartender as he walked past her.
"Okay, love, but this is the last one, closing up in about ten minutes."
He poured her some tequila and she downed it in a second.
B&B
Booth had taken a cab home and as he was climbing the stairs to his apartment, he thought about Brennan. You're an idiot, Seeley. The woman of your dreams just admitted that she wants to be with you. Why aren't you ripping her clothes off, right now?
He reached his door and fumbled for his keys, he was defiantly drunk. Finally, he got the door open and with disregards to his neighbours, he slammed it shut as hard as he could.
He threw his keys on the kitchen counter and went to the fridge for a beer, cracking it open as he slumped onto the couch. He turned the TV on and flicked through the channels. Romance movie, romance movie, sitcom, an old Superbowl, drama movie. He picked the old Superbowl, just for some background noise. He rubbed his temple with this fingers, boy was he going to have a splitting headache tomorrow.
B&B
Brennan left The Founding Fathers and headed to her car. She unlocked it and threw her handbag onto the passenger's seat, not caring that the contents spilled everywhere. She put her arms and head on the steering wheel and cried. She sobbed violently. Booth is hurting and you come out and admit, again, that you have strong feelings for him... You have the worst timing in the world, Temperance. You should have shut up, had a drink with him and let him talk to you.
She lifted her head and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. She started the ignition and drove off in the direction of Booth's apartment.
Go and say sorry to him. He deserves that much. Sit with him, have another beer and just listen and be there for him.
She arrived at his apartment about fifteen minutes later. She stood outside his door for five minutes before she had the courage to knock.
"Who is it?" Booth called.
"Booth, it's Bones. Open up"
She heard the lock click and the door swung open. He looked terrible. She could tell he had drunk more since leaving the bar and she hoped he hadn't driven home. His eyes were puffy and bloodshot.
"What are you doing here, Bones?" He leaned his forearm on the door.
"I came to apologize about what I said at the bar. I'm sorry for being a bad friend. Can I come in?"
He looked at her, she wasn't sure why, but he looked even more mad than an hour ago.
"Do what you want." He said as he turned away from the door. Brennan stepped inside the threshold and turned around the close the door. The second the door clicked in the lock, Booth had pinned her to the door. His body not touching hers but close enough to hold her there. His hands were placed flat on the door just above her head, shoulder width apart. He looked down at her. She was a little afraid of him, but she knew he would never hurt her.
"Booth.."
"NO," He slammed his hand down on the door and Brennan felt the wood vibrate.
"No, listen to me Bones. Just stand there and shut up and listen to me."
Brennan swallowed hard and nodded her head.
"Where was this over a year ago? This confession? The night we left Sweets' office and I poured my heart out to you, why didn't you tell me all of this? Why wait a year and then tell me at a time when we couldn't do anything about it? Hmm..."
Brennan opened her mouth to answer him but closed it again.
"And then, tonight, the one time where I needed my best friend, not my partner, my best friend to talk to, you come out with it again. It's not that I don't love it, that we are now on the same page and we have the opportunity to do something about it, it's just that why now, Bones? Why is it the minute I get out of a serious relationship? Why not just be there for me, be my shoulder, listen to me?"
Brennan's eyes met Booth's, she opened her mouth but nothing came out.
"Let me write down the time and date that Dr. Temperance Brennan has nothing to say." He said with anger and sarcasm.
"Booth, I don't know why I chose this time to tell you. Maybe because seeing you hurt, hurts me. I didn't mean to get you angry or upset. I just... I just don't want to lose you. The minute I turned you down a year ago, I wanted to take it back. I had those feelings back then but I was too afraid to lose our partnership and the chance to work with you. Every single day you were with Hannah, I hated myself because I wanted that to be me. I put on a smile and pretended everything was okay."
Booth looked into her eyes and gave her a half smile. His tongue darted out of this mouth and moistened his lips. He bends down and brushed his lips over hers. He nudged her lips with his tongue, seeking access but she denied him. She broke away from his lips.
"No, Booth."
He slammed his hand on the door again.
"Why the fuck not?"
"Tequila."
"Don't give me that again, six years later. That is no reason... You come here, late at night and pour your heart out and practically tell me you want to be with me and when I make a move you say no? Honestly what the hell do you want."
"You, I want you. But I don't want you like this. I want you to have a clear mind when you make this decision. If, in the morning, you wake up and want me, I'll be here.
"I know I'll want you. So why is some sleep going to change my mind?"
"I don't think it will change your mind, I just want you when you are sober. I don't want half of you. You lose judgement along with a lot of other things while you are intoxicated."
Booth moved off the door and allowed Brennan to move again. He let out a sigh and turned to walk to his bedroom.
"I'm going to bed, lock the door on your way out." He slammed his bedroom door shut.
She walked to the couch and slumped down into the cushions.
B&B
Brennan woke to a very sore neck. She opened her eyes and fisted the sleep away. She was not in her bed, she sat up and realized she was still at Booth's.
I must have been so exhausted to fall asleep on his couch like this. I'll leave and let him call me if he feels like it.
She got up off the couch and headed to the door.
"Bones, what the hell?"
Booth had walked into the lounge room, he was stark naked. He saw her look at him and his hands shot to his groin to cover himself.
"I fell asleep on your couch last night, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Why are you naked?"
"This is my place, Bones. I am allowed to be naked. Wait right there, don't move."
He almost sprinted back to his bedroom.
He came back about a minute later in grey sweats and a baggy old FBI t-shirt.
"I'll go, I suppose you want some time to think."
She continued to the door and he let her. She placed her hand on the doorknob and then Booth was behind her, pinning her to the door again. He flipped her so she was facing him.
"Booth, please, you have to stop pinning me to doors." She couldn't help but let out a smile. He reciprocated with a smile of his own.
"What if I want to pin you to the door and do this..." He bent down and kissed her softy.
She broke away from his lips and looked at him.
"I'm sober, Bones. I'm sober and I want you. I've always wanted you."
He smashed his lips to hers. He wanted to taste her. His tongue asked for permission and her mouth granted his request. She tasted so sweet, just like he had remembered from years ago. His hands reached up to cup her neck. He wanted to take this slow. Savor every touch and moan, store away every freckle and detail of her body. He ran his hands down from her neck to her breasts. Her breasts filled his hands perfectly. She let out moan.
"Not here, Booth. Not against the door. I want you to make love to me."
He grabbed her hand and led her to his bedroom. They go to the bed and she fell into the pillows. He removed his t-shirt and fell into her. His lips met hers and he kissed her lips with greed and passion. His lips trailed hot kisses along her neck and collarbone. Her chest heaved upwards at his touch. He trailed his fingers down the buttons on her shirt.
"Just rip it, I don't care."
He reached his finger on either side of the material and ripped. Buttons went flying and her chest was exposed to him. She was wearing a beautiful purple lace bra. Her boobs were perfectly enclosed in the fabric as he ran his hand over them. He placed his hands on her waist and sat her up. He removed the shirt from her shoulder and replaced it with kisses, as he trailed the fabric down her arms. Popping the clasp on her bra with ease, he watched her breasts fall free. With his body he pushed her back down and kissed her lips again. She moaned and he caught it in her mouth.
"Temperance, you are beautiful,"
His lips had found her breasts and he sucked and kissed each in turn.
"You smell so good. Like passionfruit."
She let out a moan.
"It's my body wash."
"I would very much like to use that on you one day."
His tongue was playing with her nipple.
Her hands reached up pulled his face away from her body. He looked at her and smiled.
"Booth, stop teasing me, okay." She grinned at him.
Booth stood up and removed his pants. His morning glory sprung free and he laughed under his breath.
She removed her jeans and panties. He looked down at her and she was beautiful. He positioned himself between her legs and kissed her throat. Their eyes met and without words, he knew she was ready. He lowered himself down and into her. He set a slow pace as she met him thrust for thrust. She grabbed him around the biceps and with all her strength she turned him over. She was grinding against him. Pulling her hair out of her face, Booth looked up at her.
So beautiful, so amazing.
He felt like a teenager who had just discovered sex. He could hear her moan and groan as he flipped her. He picked the pace up and ran his hand up her side. He reached her breast and squeezed it hard. He could feel her hard nipple under his palm. Her core clenched around him and he knew she was close. He began thrusting faster, his thrusts met by her rising hips.
He looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and she looked back at him. Her mouth opened and a soft moan came out. Her head then fell back into the pillow as she screamed his name. The look on her face, the heaving of her chest and the screaming of his name sent him off the cliff and he came deep inside her. Panting he rolled off her and lay on his back. She let out a breath and curled up to him.
"I didn't pick you for a snuggler, Bones."
"I'm not, but I figured if we do this again, you're going to want to hold me. I find that I want to hold you forever."
"I'm sorry about last night, Bones."
"I'm sorry too."
"I want to give this a shot. No regrets."
"No regrets."
He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She placed her hand on his chest and kissed under his chin. He reached down and pulled the sheet up and over them.
They laid together for the rest of the morning, not caring about anything but themselves. The world moved outside, but here in Seeley Booth's bedroom, he and Temperance Brennan had finally found each other and to them, that was all that was important.
