Oh dear…
I am so sorry! Haha. I had no idea that the first part of this story would invoke so much heartbreak. I can promise you that I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER end a story with Booth and Brennan apart. Ever.
I've never written a story like this, where I was bound by the dialogue I'd already written. It was kind of a challenge, actually, but I'm glad I did it. As far as the ending, I guess I underestimated the love we all feel for our man, Seeley J. Booth. My interpretation was that he was more in control of what was happening. But we'll see how that plays out, I guess. I'll be interested to hear what you think about Booth's POV. More from me after the chapter…
--b&b--
7:15 AM
Booth set his wallet and badge on the edge of his sink, and leaned forward, tilting his head to the side. Eh, he could shave tomorrow, a little stubble wouldn't hurt anyone.
Pulling in a breath through his nose, he tucked in his shirt and fastened his belt before shoving his badge in his waistband, and his wallet in his pocket. His index finger brushed against his poker chip, and he paused, meeting his reflection in the mirror for a split second. But then he turned away. Just another day.
--b&b—
9:00 AM:
"Booth" Cullen barked, and Booth turned around to see his boss walking his way.
"Yes sir," Booth nodded automatically, holding out his hand for whatever information his superior thought he needed.
"James case. Identity. Now."
Booth watched his boss walk away and he pushed his door open with the back of his foot, balancing his coffee in one hand and his new stack of files in the other. "Yes sir" he muttered to no one in particular.
But when he turned, he saw Sweets waiting for him in a chair across from his desk. "Hey, how'd you get in here?"
Sweets turned and stood. "Easy. I work for the FBI."
"Ha." Booth snorted. "Very funny. You are not an agent."
Sweets shrugged and nodded, sitting back down as Booth made his way to his desk chair. "True, but the door was unlocked, so it was pretty easy. Even a psychologist could do it."
Booth smirked and leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his chest. "Why are you here, Sweets?"
"I'm here to see how your experiment went."
"Experiment?" Booth leaned forward and frowned, "What experiment?"
Sweets shrugged a casual shoulder. "Inviting Dr. Brennan to dinner with your son."
Booth's lips pursed, and he reached for one of his new files. "Bones has eaten with us before," he deflected.
"Really?" Sweets asked. "At the same table and everything? Just the three of you?"
Booth frowned, and rubbed his face once, "What's your point, Sweets?"
He leaned forward. "That when I recommended you show Parker how you interact with a woman socially, you chose Dr. Brennan."
Booth's lip curled up. "Well, you know, it's a little something called convenience. Bones was around; I asked her."
"I don't think so…" Sweets chuckled, but Booth just shrugged a shoulder and didn't say anything further.
"Well…" Sweets nodded. "At least I solved the last case…" he grinned as he stood and walked toward the office door.
"Ha, I don't think so, Sweets" Booth scoffed and leaned back in his chair again, tossing his baseball up in the air and catching it. "That was all Bones."
Sweets leaned in the doorway and shook his head, a smile on his face. "She wasn't saying anything I wasn't saying. You just like her better than me."
"Yeah, maybe because she doesn't pry into my personal life" Booth retorted, and Sweets stared at him for another moment, a knowing smile on his face.
Booth grew annoyed at the look, and one of his eyebrow's cocked up, "Goodbye, Sweets."
Sweets nodded as if he'd come to some conclusion and then nodded again, "See you Agent Booth."
Booth swallowed, and set his baseball down on his desk, rolling it under his hand for a moment, enjoying the way the seams fit right against the cup of his palm. Sweets does not know what he's talking about…it's just Bones. They were just partners.
And speaking of Bones, it was time for him to go see if she had an ID for him. In the back of his mind, he remembered her telling him she'd call him if she was able to pull one, but Booth decided to go see if he could get lucky.
An image of Sweets reacting to that statement caused Booth to pause.
"Great…so now I've got two geniuses in my head," he muttered as he grabbed his keys. "Awesome."
--b&b—
"Ah…" Booth opened his hands wide and grinned from the lab platform, "There she is…"
She was not smiling as she scanned her ID card through the card reader. "What do you want, Booth?"
What? Booth tilted his head to the side and watched as she didn't quite meet his eyes. Leaning against the lab table, he smiled. "Hmmmm…excuse me, Dr. Negative. I was kind of hoping you might have an ID for me…yeah?"
In an attempt to make her smile, or hell, at least look at him for crying out loud, he waved his file folder under her nose. But she just swatted him away and put on that dumb labcoat followed by a pair of those white gloves.
"Not yet, Booth. I don't you I'd call you when we had a positive ID."
Jeez… "Well, sorry, Bones, I just thought maybe I'd get lucky." He leaned over her shoulder to look at the dead body instead of focusing on his last sentence. At least Sweets wasn't around.
"Back off, Booth…"
Booth stepped back as she ducked out from under his arm and walked to the other side of her lab table.
"Let me do my work, and I'll call you when I am finished, like I said."
Okay, now something wasn't right, and he'd be damned if he didn't ask her about it. "What gives, Bones?"
"Hmmm?" she asked, pretending not to know why he might be confused.
Oh, yeah right. Well fine…he'd spell it out for her. "What's the matter?" Booth put his hands on his hips, "Is something wrong?"
He thought he imagined her eyes flickering over him for just an instant, but when he blinked, she was still staring at her lab table. "Nothing's wrong" she insisted. "I'm fine."
Booth was not buying that for a second, and he wasn't about to let it go. "Nah, Bones…come on, what's going on?"
"Nothing, Booth" Brennan insisted, her voice rising slightly in pitch, telling him he knew she was lying about something. "I told you…I'm fine."
"Please" Booth scoffed, "People who say they are fine are never really fine. That's just something people say when something's wrong."
He leaned against the edge of the table, but she didn't look up, "Is that true?" she asked.
Booth chuckled, "Well, yeah, Bones. It's just one of those things. So why don't you tell me what's wrong."
But she didn't answer and instead finally met his eyes, "So when someone says they do fine, is that a lie, too?"
What? What the hell was she talking about? "I suppose so, like…what do you mean, money or something?"
"Something like that" his partner murmured and went back to work.
Booth eyed her for another moment and then shrugged, "Call me when you have an ID, Bones" he called as he walked down the platform steps. She was in a weird mood, and he was just going to let her ride it out.
--b&b—
9:30 PM
Booth tapped his steering wheel and looked over to his partner. He'd never admit it, but he'd been starting to notice that even when she wasn't with him, he would look over to the empty passenger seat.
But this time she was with him, and something was still wrong. Sure, they'd solved the James case today, pretty straightforward…not too messy.
Then again, murder was always messy. Sparing another glance over toward her, he noticed the way her eyes seemed focused on his hands, but it must have been a trick of the light, because when he looked at her more fully, she was staring out the passenger window, her own hands firmly clasped on her lap. Her entire being was giving off one signal, "Keep out."
Well, okay…he could handle that. Not that he was going to let her out of his sight until she actually told him what was wrong, but yeah…for now, he'd just play it cool.
"Dinner, Bones?" he cleared his throat and realized those were the first words they'd spoken the entire ride.
He kept his gaze ahead of him, focusing on his driving, but he could sense that she was looking at him now. Not able to resist, he looked at her again, smiling a bit that she was making a connection. "Thai?"
"Sure" was all she answered, as she once again clasped her hands in her lap and turned to look out the window.
Booth shifted in his seat and clenched the steering wheel for a fraction of a second as he stopped at a red light, looking at her quickly again when it turned green.
She waited in the SUV while he went inside and paid, carrying out the food and setting it into the backseat before he returned to the driver seat and drove the rest of the way to her apartment.
He knew something was seriously on her mind when she let him carry both the food and her work bag up the steps to her door. His eyes remained on her, but she seemed oblivious, and by the time they were in her apartment, comfortable on her couch, passing around the food, he knew he wasn't going to leave until he knew for damn sure what she was upset about.
--b&b--
Booth ran his hands down his legs as he watched her brow furrow with some confusion. He'd talked to her about the case, hoping to draw out whatever was bothering her, but she just answered his question succinctly, like always. Except for that frown…
He was shocked when she inhaled almost painfully and stood up, carrying a half full plate of food to her kitchen.
Well, enough was enough, Booth decided and followed her and then froze.
The moments always hit him at the worst times. He managed, most days, to quell his domestic desires, but seeing her, standing at her sink, her right foot hitched back to scratch the back of her leg, it was just so…home. He felt it like a sock to the gut, and he had to clasp his hand to the bookshelf against the wall. Shaking his head, knowing he needed to concentrate on helping her, not dreaming about her, he stepped forward.
"Bones?"
Her shoulders twitched, and he stepped even closer, pressing his hand against the small of her back, noticing once again how they seemed to fit so perfectly against each other.
"Bones…listen. I know something's up. You can tell me. You can tell me anything."
Brennan turned her face and met his eyes, and he nodded encouragingly, the side of his hand rubbing infinitesimally against the top line of her pants.
"What is it, Bones?"
She turned toward him, causing his hand to fall away from her back. He cursed the sense of loss she felt, and then knew she was going to had to know; otherwise she was liable to lose even more sleep worrying about her.
"I…" she opened her mouth to answer him. His chest tightened and for a moment, he was stunned, wondering why this moment felt like he was standing at the edge of a plane door, only a parachute and a St. Christopher's medal to help him.
"I need to know."
Booth paused, and his head tilted to the side just a fraction. "You need to know what?"
"I need to know…" she repeated, moving to stand very close to him.
Her eyes were locked with his, and everything in his body was alerting him to the fact that he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Oh."
It had been quiet before, in the SUV, and in her living room, but that was nothing compared to the way the silence between them now fairly hummed with undercurrents of electricity.
Instinct took over, and he stepped back. Make a joke; don't let her see that you misinterpreted. "Good one, Bones."
She swallowed and clenched her jaw, turning back to the sink, she wrenched on the water, scrubbing her plate for much longer than it needed, making him realize that he knew what he'd known from the moment she opened her mouth. She was serious.
But he couldn't walk away. The part of him he needed to survive this, the calloused section of his heart he'd honed for years now, just to be able to see her every day without going home in pain every night, that part of him was nowhere to be found, and he shoved his hands into his pockets, desperate to look casual, to keep the pressure off of her, even as his fingers twisted his poker chip over and over, the rough grooves digging into his fingertips.
"I need to know. Just once." She turned and faced him. "The not knowing is making me lose sleep. I find it hard to concentrate on our professional tasks. And beyond that…"
When she trailed off, Booth's stance widened just an inch, and his hips rocked forward without his control. He hoped she wouldn't notice it.
"Beyond that…" she continued, meeting his gaze. Her blue eyes put his heart in a vice. "Personally…I want to know."
Personally? What did that mean?
Hell, he knew what it meant, and instinctively, his hands left his pockets as his arms crossed over his chest."It doesn't work that way, Bones."
Her eyes flashed, and her fists clenched in anger. Anger. Her first real emotion of the whole day with him.
"Well…why not?" She stepped past him and grabbed a towel from her fridge door, wiping her wet hands before tossing the towel to her counter. "Why can't it work that way?"
"Because…" Booth grabbed onto her elbow when she went to walk past him again. She froze and met his eyes, and he saw in her eyes a reaction to the gruff tone of his voice. Willing himself to settle, he swallowed. "Because once we know, then…we know."
She wrenched her arm free and poked his chest. He'd never seen her this way, almost out of control, emotionally. There was a split second where he thought she might close up, and not tell him, but then, she opened her mouth. "Not knowing is worse. How can anything be worse than not knowing? I've spent my entire adult life trying to learn things, and the one thing I can't learn is standing right here in my kitchen, telling me I can't. I can't? I have to…" she poked him again, and then stepped back.
His entire chest burned outward from the spot she'd touched him. This was pure emotion arcing between them. Booth's mind raced as he tried to figure out what to tell her, as he tried to figure out what she'd even said. He was the one thing she couldn't learn? Did that mean what he thought it meant? Not knowing…it was making her lose sleep too? Oh, Bones…
"But fine." Her angry words penetrated his hazy thoughts, "FINE! You want to 'do fine', then go right ahead, Booth. See if I care. I'm tired of waiting. A whole year I've waited, and learned all the right things to say and do. But you never noticed. You're too busy doing fine. Well that's fine by me. But Booth, not knowing…it's worse. It's worse than fine."
Fine.
Thai food.
Sweets' office.
Fine.
Oh.
"I need to know, Booth."
She didn't know what she was doing to him. He couldn't take this. She thought he was fine? The three words he'd tossed out just to annoy her…those were the words she'd carried with her from that entire conversation?
He turned and walked out of the kitchen, toward the front door. Don't leave her like this.
The impulse was strong, after years of knowing her, and he couldn't get his feet to move any further. Damn it. Why did he have to be the one who helped her, even at his own expense? And…fine? She really thought he was fine?
He'd made it as far as her couch, but he couldn't look at her, not just yet. And so with his back to her, his hand clenching the back of the sofa cushions, he pleaded with her, desperate to make her understand what she was doing to him. "You need to think, here, Bones" he rasped. "Because I don't think you've thought this through. Knowing is worse. Because once you know, you can't unknow it. No matter how hard you try. And look…" his throat closed up, and he pushed back dreams and longings and…"We only get one first time, and when that happens, it needs to be special, not because…"
"What did you say?" she asked, and he turned to see her entering the living room.
"Good, you understand." He tried to deflect, "Look Bones, I'm not saying this is easy, but--" They could get through this. That was what friends did, what partners did. They would talk about it, and he would go home, and then everything would be fine.
"Did you say, when?"
What?
Wait…
Aw, hell."Bones…"
His partner, his gorgeous, confused partner moved to stand in front of him. "You said when. When. You're waiting for something, for some moment. But…why? Why are we waiting, when we could know?"
She was sort of right, but what floored him was her genuine surprise at the thought that he'd thought about this and was waiting for some reason. A thousand potential moments rushed through his head, fixing the pipes under his sink, relaxing against the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, watching her turn around at the edge of a pier…all moments.
Her eyes were pained. And he knew the truth. This wasn't about sex or love or lust or physics or urges or anything like that. This was about knowing. Her mind. She needed to know. Since the day he'd met her, every day had been a long lesson in learning he could never deny her anything, and now…
"Okay…"
He watched her blink at his whisper and wondered if she'd even heard him.
"Once," he added, swallowing hard.
She nodded. "Once. So we'll know."
They stared at one another for long moments, sizing each other up. In Booth's mind, he wondered how it had gone from her needing to know to 'we'll know', but when her eyes drifted down to his chest, and her fingers settled against his stomach, it took all of his concentration not to groan out loud. He had some pride after all. She wasn't using him necessarily, but he'd be damned if he was going to let her see everything he felt for her, not when she was being methodical.
A surge of tenderness swept over him when the tip of her tongue pressed against her bottom lip in concentration as she was thinking about where to start. Her face softened as she started with the bottom button and worked her way up to where the shirt was already open against his strong neck. For a moment, she just stared at his chest, and he felt curious to know what she was thinking.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her as her hands whispered against his skin the fabric near his neck, and she moved closer, stepping forward to slide his shirt over his shoulders. His breath was suspended when she closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath at the scent of his bare skin.
When she looked up, she met his eyes. His nostrils flared in arousal at the surprise there, and her lips parted. Her hands clutched his shirt against his strong shoulders, and she leaned in further, stepping up to her tiptoes to press her mouth against his. But at the last moment, he turned away, pulling back his gaze and face from hers. It was too much. He didn't know if it was pride, denial, self preservation, or what, but he just couldn't let her kiss him on the mouth, not like this. Not…not like this.
She stood in shock for a second before moving back. "You're compartmentalizing."
There was no accusation in her tone, merely observation. Booth felt his cheek twitch in half of a sad smile, his heart breaking at his inability to give her this. Definitely self preservation. "You understand, right?"
His eyes searched hers, desperate to know that she understood. He needed her to understand. When she nodded, he felt a release. She knew he was doing this for her. He was letting her do this.
So she could know.
The mood changed, and she lowered her eyes, moving to stand behind him. He used the moment to pull on his training to keep it together.
His arms went slack as she pulled his shirt all the way off of his folded it carefully against the back of her couch, and then gently let her hands rest against his spine. He stiffened a bit, and she pulled back. But his body wasn't going to let her stop, and it relaxed back into her palms.
Standing in front of her afforded him the chance to examine her touch. Professionally, he knew that her hands were steady and sure. Nothing had changed there as he felt her examine his skin and muscle. Her fingertips traced each of his ribs and skated over his skin. He felt her pause once as she brushed against a couple of scars she found, and that aroused him more than anything she'd done so far. But what really stirred him was that he was wondering what she was thinking. He was so used to studying her, across a diner table, from the driver's seat, over some remains. He wasn't used to her studying him without being able to see her face. So he imagined. He imagined that her eyes were wide and that her brain was just whirling away, cataloging the facts of his body. He could imagine her long pale fingers against his skin. She was so pale, even though she actually spent a considerable time outdoors, examining skeletons or crime scenes. When he felt her thumbs massage down the length of his spine, his whole body clenched in reaction. Okay, maybe he couldn't survive this. And then…
"You really do have amazing musculature, Booth. In fact, I'd say it's the most impressive I've ever seen on a male form before. You should--"
"—No talking…" his voice was rougher than he'd intended, but he just could not handle her words right now. It was the freaking science. Normally he could handle it, when she spouted off words like 'anthropological' or whatever else her brain came up with, but not now. Not like this. He couldn't take the science of it, combined with her soft touch and her low husky tone. "Please." He didn't care if he was begging. He just needed her to stop talking.
He didn't know if she agreed or not, but at least she kept quiet, even as she ran her hands more firmly against his back and then slid them around to trace his chest and wasn't sure where to smile or groan when she walked around to face him, letting her fingers settle in the grooves between his abdominal muscles. A smile ghosted her lips and her hands slid up to cup against his nipples for a second, and he did groan then as her touch sent streaks of electricity up and down his spine. He could feel himself getting hard for her. Nothing that wasn't expected, but it still took him a moment to let it happen. She'd always had a way about her that make him feel lucky as hell, just to be around her, and his mind was slightly boggled with the idea that she'd been wanting him too.
But then his thoughts were scrambled as she cupped his shoulders, leaning in to press her lips against the side of his neck. Every inch of his body felt extra sensitive to her touch as she began to gently kiss the base of his throat, running the tip of her tongue against his jawline. Oh, this felt good.
When she nuzzled the tip of her nose just underneath his right ear, his hips shot forward, and they both paused. She pulled back and met his eyes, noticing the flush against his cheeks. He felt warm all over, slightly vulnerable at the awareness in her eyes. But what surprised him more was the hesitation he read in her gaze. Realizing that she was beginning to understand what he'd been talking about, his fingers tightened and released at his sides. He knew that if he pulled back now, she would let him. She would forego knowing, for his sake. If he just pulled back.
But he didn't pull back. Instead, his eyes fluttered shut and then reopened.
Booth felt her hands let go of his shoulders and then they settled at the buckle of his pants. He'd dreamed of this moment many times, and was surprised at how quickly and easily his buckle released.
Her perfect fingers were lowering the zipper of his pants, and it was all he could to do concentrate on breathing. In and out. Air to the lungs, that was his goal.
Even that was a challenge as she bent to her knees, working his pants down his legs. He leaned back for balance, purchase, anything that would keep him upright as she lifted one of his feet and then the other to take his jeans off his body. His eyes closed and he swallowed, counting backward from 100 to stay in control. He didn't want to embarrass himself, but he knew that as soon as she touched him, he was liable to lose it.
He got all the way to 77 before he realized that she wasn't touching him. He opened his eyes, wondering if she was gone, but when he looked down, she was still there, her eyes on his feet. It made him feel uncomfortable, her prone position. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. If anyone was kneeling at anyone's feet, it should be him on the ground, letting her know how…amazing she was.
He'd never experienced intimacy like the feeling of her fingers tracing the stripes of his socks. His physical desire took a backseat to the pure…love he felt for her in this moment. This was Bones.
Bones.
His left foot was ticklish, and it twitched when she ran her fingernail against his toes.
Booth watched as she paused, and then her hands moved up to his calf muscle. She tucked her thumbs below his sock line, and then tugged down, first one sock, and then the other. His heart felt incredibly full as he watched her stare at his socks before she folded them together, setting them near her side. She respected him, he realized, and it cut him to the core. He wanted her to look up and meet his eyes, but at the same time, didn't want to frighten her with all the emotion he was feeling in that moment. A deep sigh escaped from his chest at the idea that she'd been waiting for him for an entire year.
As she ran her hands up the backs of his legs, his knees buckled a bit, and his lips quivered. By the time her fingertips reached the edge of his boxer shorts, he was biting his lip and shifting his weight. There was nowhere to hide, though, and he couldn't tear his eyes away as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and gently tugged, inch by inch. Once his boxers were removed, she set them near his socks and returned to her previous position.
Okay…he could handle this. He was imagining all of her pauses, all of her soft touches. He was misinterpreting them as affection, when what he knew she really wanted was just scientific inquiry. Yes. That was it. And that was what was going to get him through this. Later, he could think about it, and figure out what the hell it all meant, but for now, he would just be cool—
"Oh…"
Her breathy moan…
It killed him.
His masculine nature felt stirred by the sound of her voice; he couldn't help but be gratified by her reaction. But this wasn't just any female smoothing her fingers over him, it was his partner. When she lightened her touch and fondled him, his hips shifted. "Don't tease me."
She met his eyes then, for the first time in awhile and he saw that she recognized his barely leashed restraint. But instead of becoming more clinical, her eyes seemed to brighten in anticipation.
"Don't tease me" he repeated. "No teasing, and no talking. Please." Booth knew he was vulnerable, but at this point, he was just trying to save what he could.
He watched as she swallowed and bit her bottom lip as she looked back to the proof of his desire for her. She leaned in and rested her lips against his swollen head. A soft whimper escaped her lips at his taste, and it inflamed him. She used big, ridiculous words all the time, throwing them in his direction, but her soft sounds were going to be the death of him.
Almost as if she couldn't resist, she opened her mouth around him, pulling him inside of her. Where she'd meant to go slow and learn, now she was caught up in the firestorm of want. She took him inside her mouth, as deep as he could go and then pulled him out slowly. He had no choice but to react, wide eyed, his hips shifting in his natural rhythm, his reactions deeper than his control. She repeated the motion over and over, and his felt an orgasm settle at the base of his penis, and he knew he had to stop her.
"Enough" he growled, and she complied, pulling off of him entirely and standing up in front of him.
For a moment, he felt mortified. He was standing, completely naked and aroused in the middle of her living room, while she was fully clothed. She looked no different than normal, except for a slightly deeper flush on her cheeks, and the way her hair was mussed from his hand. He wanted to cup the side of her face in his palm, but then she placed her fingers in his and took a step back. It was another moment where he could put a halt to things, but instead, he took a step forward. She turned and led the way back to her bedroom. It was dark, but she knew where she was going. She led him to her bed and motioned for him to lie down. He did, and watched her as she stood at the side of her bed and studied him.
For some reason, that infuriated him. He pressed his hands to her mattress, ready to lift up and demand that she stop. But then he was left frozen when she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. His hands itched and clenched at the side of her upper body, the pale yellow bra so light against her skin. His mind whirled as she removed her pants, revealing a matching yellow pair of underwear, trimmed in lace.
Beautiful.
His eyelids grew heavy as she settled against him, straddling his hips and placing her hands against his chest. He couldn't look away though, even as she ran her fingers down his stomach to wrap firmly around his erection. His hips lifted her off of the bed, and she used the leverage in her knees to match his rhythm as he rose and fell under her ministrations. Even though they'd never done this before, he was amazed that she could sense that he was close to orgasm, and when she stilled her movements, he groaned, both in frustration and the unbelievable knowledge that she knew him so well already.
When she paused, he looked at her face, wondering what she was thinking. But when she leaned back and removed her underwear, it was all he could do not to pull her against him, turn her over and kiss her all over. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and then her sweet desire kissed him so intimately that his breath caught. She wanted him. Whatever clinical process her mind was working through, her body was in tune to him. Slowly, she lowered herself inch by inch until he was fully embedded in her. She. Was. So. Tight.
A year. A year?
A whole year I've waited, and learned all the right things to say and do.
Her words from earlier rang through his mind, and he couldn't help it. he had to feel her, just a little. Letting his hands touch her hips, he held her steady as she began to move, even as moments from the past year came back to him. Her knocking at his door, telling him she wanted to believe in love, her face outside a hospital room, not sure if he was going to be okay…
He was shocked from her thoughts as he felt her flutter around him. His eyes lifted and he could see that she was as surprised as he was. She was going to come, and fast. Bones. His partner, was going to…
Booth watched as her chest flushed, her breasts threatening to spill from their silk confines. Her nipples poked at the fabric straight toward the headboard. Her eyes were pained almost, and he couldn't look away, even as she whimpered and let her fingernails sink into his stomach. He hissed then, and it brought him back to the realization that he was still hard, still waiting for his own moment.
She was leaning down, and on instinct, when she moved to her side, he did the same, needing to keep them connected, even as his mind was still trying to process what had just happened. Soon he was over her, still buried deep inside of her.
"Go ahead" she encouraged, but he wasn't sure he could. He could stop now, and still save a bit of his innocence. She knew, and that would be enough, right.
He pulled out of her until just the tip of him was resting at her entrance.
Her eyes widened in panic, and her brow furrowed, and once again he was helpless against giving her everything she ever wanted. And as he slid forward, he couldn't quench the rough struggle for breath, knowing his destiny, knowing he couldn't fight it anymore. It was a part of him, as natural as the rhythm his body began. Her eyes smiled at him, and softened, and Booth felt an enormous amount of pleasure. He needed more. His tempo quickened and then his knees hit the mattress between hers as he sank all the way into her and settled there, his hard stomach muscles against the sweet give of her belly. He didn't pull out and in as much as just rock his hips into hers, feeling so welcomed.
It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. His jaw worked, even as his elbows settled on either side of her shoulders, effectively pinning her under him. She seemed almost small, but really the only word to describe it was perfect.
She was perfect for him. He knew it. She was the only one for him. Ever.
Admitting it to himself was the push he needed, and his whole body a tight coil ready to spring. And then it did, and Booth came inside of her. The sensation, combined with the way she'd accepted him, was more than he could take, and he pressed his face to the side of her neck, breathing her in.
He sighed in her ear, and then he couldn't resist.
He kissed her. And then again. Just below her ear. Then down her neck. His mouth moved in featherlike strokes against the skin of her throat, over her jawline.
Did she want this? She didn't use words, but just leaned into him
Yes…her body encouraged him. Do this.
He needed this. He had to learn her just as much. His softening length fell from her as he pulled back ,and she whimpered. Booth began to suckle gently at the spot where her shoulder met her arm, and felt her fingers skate over his back in response.
His own hands settled against her waist, as his lips moved downward. They met over her chest, and he used his fingers to deftly unfasten the front clasp of her bra. The reality was so much more than his imagination, and when he brushed away the fabric, she leaned forward, allowing him to pull her bra off of her body and let it flutter to the floor near her bed. Now it was his turn to break the rules as a sharp "Oh yes" left his lips, so silent he thought it might only be from his lips to God's ears.
But imagination took over as his lips settled against her breast.
Brennan lifted her hands over her head as Booth began to kiss her. And when his lips settled over her nipple, beginning a soft suction, she threaded her fingers through his hair, keeping him in place. Over and over, he moved from one breast to the other, content to kiss her, never letting her arousal spike too high. He was amazed at the way her nipples never really hardened or pearled. Instead, they just grew long and puffy. A smile graced his lips at the knowledge, and when a soft whimper escaped her lips, he took the cue and began kissing her belly, tracing each of her ribs with his fingertips.
As Booth kissed around her belly button, he allowed his hands to sneak back up and cup her breasts. His hands, sometimes they felt empty, like something was missing. He'd filled them with the weight of a gun, with the smoothly deceiving slide of cards, but nothing…nothing filled his hands as perfectly as his partners breasts. Perfect.
He settled between her thighs and nudged them apart with his shoulders. His lips ghosted around her folds, never providing pressure, just teasing and learning her reactions to him. A surge of testosterone flooded his belly as she opened her legs for him. He accepted and with the tip of his tongue, he tasted her. They both froze then, in an instant of perfect symbiosis, and then with mutual sighs, she relaxed, and he indulged.
Maybe later he'd regret this, the knowing, and learning, but he couldn't live with himself if he didn't taste her. His lips and tongue were flooded with her flavor, more alluring than he could have ever imagined. But what surprised him most was her complete surrender to him and his touch.
He knew she was about to come again, and he wanted that. He wanted to taste it, but he was also selfish, and he wanted to be inside her. Just as she was about to come, he rose above her, sliding deep inside of her once more.
"Booth!"
The sound of his name on her lips made him pause. He stared at her mouth, and he had to kiss her there. He was breaking his own rules again, but it was impossible. With a sigh, he leaned in and kissed her, rewarded with the feel of her hands on the back of his head, pulling him even tighter to her.
He'd imagined that it would take them some practice to be good at kissing each other, both wanting control, but there was nothing but giving between them.
She was close, and so was he, and he ran his hands down to her hips, to her thighs to hitch them around his waist. He was almost out of control as he thrust into her.
Fate, chance, luck, karma, God…he didn't know, but oh, baby, when he felt the clench of her body around his, he couldn't help but pull his lips back and cry out. "BONES!"
Her hands fluttered against his back, and he felt his chest expand, both with breath and pure emotion at what they'd just done. A sadness for her, for them, overtook him, and he met her eyes, bringing her legs back to rest against the mattress.
It was dark, but he could still see her, and when he met her eyes, he knew she'd been right.
He'd never be satisfied with fine again.
--b&b--
Well, personally, I'm happy with where they are. I like the idea that Brennan knows now, and Booth does too. I can see them working it out. And honestly, this is where i imagined the story ending. I promise I will think about adding another chapter, where they talk about it. But I don't know that I can solve all of their problems in one more chapter.
What do you think? Honestly...does it need one more? And if so, would you mind my moving from the 3rd person limited POV to 3rd person omniscient?
