Prompt by memvermelha: standing up, panties stay on and jealousy
She was furious. He looked at her from his seat and could tell that, even though she tried not to show it, she was fuming at him.
"Bones..."
"Shut up, Booth. Not now."
He turned his eyes back to the road and just drove. It was going to be a long drive, anyway, especially if Bones continued giving him the silent treatment like she was.
Still, in his mind, he did nothing wrong. He wondered why she was so angry anyway.
"Seeley!" the tall blonde-haired woman pratically squealed when he saw the two of them, standing next to her office door. Booth smiled warmly at her.
"Hey, Danielle, how are you?"
"I'm wonderful!" she said, as she approached him and wrapped him in a hug, which Booth reciprocated. Brennan frowned slightly. "I thought I would never see you again in my life, you stud!"
Booth smiled, a mix of smug and demure, and waved vaguely. He and Brennan went to this construction company where his latest victim worked and coincidentely, an old acquaitance of Booth's happened to be the owner of the company. It was a small place where she knew most of the employees.
"Well, you know, the work at the FBI is quite demanding."
"FBI, uh? And what brings you here, then?"
"Actually, we're investigating a murder of one of your employees. Ted Rygalski."
"Oh. Yes, Ted," her voice, so far more than cheerful, acquired a somber tone as it dawned on her.
Brennan watched them both with some curiosity, as the woman seemed to touch him whenever she could find an opportunity. She was beautiful, with long wavy hair falling down her shoulders and bright green eyes. Danielle, actually, reminded Brennan slightly of Rebecca, except there was a model quality in her. She was definetely what she assumed to be Booth's type of woman.
"I'm here with my partner, Dr Temperance Brennan."
"Oh, hi. You're the author, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm a forensic anthropologist who writes books on the side, actually."
"I see... that must be horrible, working with dead bodies all the time."
"It isn't, in fact..."
"Danny, I need to ask you for some cooperation on this case," Booth interrupted Brennan. He looked sternly at her and continued talking to the woman.
"Sure, whatever you need, just ask me. Do you still have my number?" she said, her tone meaningful.
Brennan then realized by her territorial behaviour around Booth that they were ex-lovers. Danielle tried to touch him whenever she could find an chance and Booth didn't seem to recoil; on the contrary, he seemed to be encouraging her, smiling and leaning against her.
"Sorry, I don't. Could you give me again?"
"Well, will you promise not to lose it this time? And that you'll actually call me, Seeley?"
"I will, sure."
"Ok, then," she said as she fetched a business card from her pocket and handed him, her hand lingering on his longer than necessary. "Tell me something, Seeley, are you seeing someone at the moment?"
Booth glanced over at Brennan, who stood silently glaring at them.
"No, not at the moment. What about your husband?"
"Oh, he's history since last year!" Danielle stepped closer to him and lowered her voice "So, call me. Then we can have dinner later, what about that?"
"Maybe after we solve this case, I'm kinda swamped in work right now."
"Ok. I'll be waiting, Seeley. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"I don't think so, Danny, thanks a lot," he smiled at her.
She pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering something at his ear that Brennan couldn't understand.
"I guess so far the most likely suspect is his wife. What do you think, Bones?"
"I wouldn't like to jump into conclusions just now," she said, hastly, opening the car's door and entering it, closing it with a loud slam.
Booth frowned and entered the car as well. He looked at Brennan, who sat stiff, her arms folded across her chest. He turned on the car and started driving.
"What do you think, then?"
"That we should go to the construction site where the victim was found to see if there is any new evidence to lead us to his murderer. And then you can have dinner with Danielle."
"What? I'm not going to have dinner with her."
"Oh, so you're deluding her too?"
"I wasn't deluding her, I was being friendly, just in case we might need her help later. I've explained this technique to you."
"Of course."
"And what do you mean by 'deluding her too'? Who else am I deluding?"
She ignored his question.
"Her behavior around you denotes that you were lovers at some point and that your affair didn't have closure. Also, your response to her touching reflects your willingness to accept her offering."
"What are you talking about, Bones? And why are you going psychological on me?"
"It's an anthropological behaviour, Booth. If you were chimpanzees, I'd say she was trying to mate with you, the alfa-male of the tribe."
Booth was dumbfounded by her speech. He glanced quickly at her to realize she was still stiff by his side, her hands pressing so tightly that her knuckles were white. He could tell she was angry.
"Bones, I don't get where this comes from."
"I get why she would come on to you, Booth, I mean... you present alfa-male features that could attract most mating females. What I don't understand is your constrasting behaviour."
"Ok, simmer down. Step back a bit 'cause I'm not following."
"I get your trying to go out on a date with her even though you and I seem to be... I don't know, engaging into sexual intercourse occasionally; it's fairly normal for men to have more than one mating pair. What strikes me as odd is your constant insistence into commiting to a relationship with me and engage into flirting with another woman during a case, right in front of me. That's what I just don't understand."
"I wasn't flirting with Danielle, I was just trying to gain her trust. I don't get why you're so angry about it."
"I am not angry," she lied deliberately. Although Brennan felt a tingle inside her and the anger rising every time she thought of Danielle, she tried to push it down and think rationally about this whole situation.
"Yes you are. You're angry because I told Danielle I wasn't seeing anyone, aren't you?"
"That's a huge assumption you're making there, Booth. But, yes, I'm quite curious to know why you told her that."
He parked the car as they arrived at the constructon site, without any further words, he leaped out of the car and walked fast towards the building. She followed him right after.
The place was dark although the empty holes that would be windows someday allowed some of the daylight in. The cement walls and wooden supports seemed to be placed all around in no particular order.
"Hello? FBI!" he said, trying to call the attention anyone who might be there.
"Booth! Don't walk out on me like that!" she said, rushing after him huriedly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you had your ego to make you company."
She could tire him to no end sometimes. And at moments like these he really wanted her to be a guy so he could punch her hard.
"If we're not in a relationship, it's because you decided so. 'This is only recreational, Booth. Don't let anyone know about us, Booth', you keep telling me. And yet you keep going on for more and more. And now you're throwing me a speech because I didn't tell Danielle we are in a relationship when we aren't? Give me a break, Bones."
"Your incoherence is what strikes me. You say you're faithful and yet you flirt with other woman right in front of me?"
"I AM a faithful man, Bones. I have never cheated on a woman and I wasn't luring Daniele into my bed, if that's what you're thinking right now. And what would I cheat on, care to tell me? What have we got?"
She blinked at him, realizing for the first time how she really had offended him.
"I thought it was clear for you too."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am committed to you, except I don't feel the need to advertise it around, it had always felt that it was something only the two of us would share."
"Well, I get that but I'm kinda tired, Bones. I want to be able to take you out to movies and show my affection in public, not just hide in your apartment as if we were doing something illegal. I want to be able to tell people I've got a girlfriend."
"Oh, so this is about you wanting to show you have some property over me? See, that's exactly what I didn't want."
"You're twisting my words, that's not what I've said."
"Well, that's what you meant. You say you're different, you act different but deep inside you're like any other man, you should admit it. I can already see you going after that Danielle woman as soon as we're done here."
He pushed her against a wrought iron gate, pinning her by the shoulders.
"Why do you always do that, uh? Don't you think I can see it? You're trying to drive me away just like you always do. I saw what you did with Sully and I'm not allowing you do it to me just because you're scared for being jealous"
"I am not jealous!" she said, shoving his hands away. She stepped closer to him, half-expecting him to step behind but he didn't. "Anthropologically speaking..."
"Oh, fuck off this anthropological babble of yours, Bones! For once in your life, just go with your feelings."
She glared at him, thinking about his words for a second. Booth was standing too close to her, breathing hard, hovering slightly over her as if he was a hunter about to stalk his prey; if she really were honest to her feelings right now, she'd say she was aroused by his breath against her and the angry look in his eyes.
Booth could sense the hesitation in her, that she wanted to say something but didn't want to admit it. She probably wasn't even aware of how her body language had shown him this and decided to go lighter on her. He grabbed the hairs at the back of her head with both his hands and pulled her for a kiss, to which she responded eagerly. He pushed her back against the iron gate, pinning her there, pressing their hips together.
"If you're not jealous, then you wouldn't mind if I touched another woman like this, would you?" he whispered, running his hand over her breast, kneading it.
Brennan moaned against him, letting her head fall to the side. Some part of her really hated being at his mercy like this, but the rational part knew that it didn't matter how hard she fought, she would always give up when he started touching her.
His hand slid down under her blouse, roaming over her belly and the undersides of her bra, making her quiver lightly. He parted the kiss and smiled smugly at her.
"And if you're not jealous, I can kiss Danielle like I kissed you? Would that be okay for you, Bones?" he whispered, feather-kissing her neck.
Once again she felt the blood rushing up her body and it had nothing to do with arousal, but anger. She shoved him aside.
"Stop messing with my mind, Booth! Damn it, if you want fuck around, be my guest, but don't you dare ever touch me again because I'll cut off your penis"
"What part is that you don't get, uh? The part that I'm crazy about you or the part that I wouldn't dare look at another woman because you're the only one I can see? Why you are the only one who doesn't know that?"
Brennan looked at him and it finally dawned on her what he said. She felt like a complete idiot for being so passional and irrational about something, but seeing him deny their 'relationship' out loud and to someone else drove her insane.
She allowed him to kiss her again, slower this time but no less passionatedly. He pulled her against him and when she realized she was leaning against the gate, her leg wrapped around his waist and her hands clasped around his lapels. She pushed his jacket off him and it fell, neither caring about it getting dirty on the filthy floor.
He unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until he could see her bra and, pushing both her jacket and blouse down, he pulled open the bra so he could see her nipples, leaning against her to take one into his mouth. She whimpered loudly and heard it echoing in the empty construction site, while she silently hoped it was empty. Brennan held two bars of the gate for support, helping her keep her balance.
While he merciless lavished her nipples, she lowered her leg to touch him, brushing her shin against his growing erection and he groaned against her as she rubbed it harder, smiling smugly down at him.
"We really should stop doing these things at public places, you know?" he said, unbuttoning her pants and pushing it to slide down her legs.
"Why should we? Just now you were complaining you don't like hiding in my apartment. So, anyone could see us here."
"We could get so arrested..." he whispered, one hand tracing the underline of her panties, teasing her. Brennan let out a ragged breath in antecipation.
"So what? You're FBI, you can get us out."
Booth slid his hand into her panties to find out she was completely waxed; and drenched in arousal.
"Oh, Bones..." he groaned, looking at her. He grew impossibly harder as he fingered her earnestly, watching her bite her lips, grabbing the gate tighter. Bending down to taste her, he didn't even bother to remove her panties, just pushed it aside, locking his lips to the soft and hairless flesh of her groin.
"Do you still want to stop it?" she asked, smugly.
"Shut up and lemme fuck you with my mouth," he replied, his voice muffled.
Brennan's head fell back against the iron bars as he ran his tongue onto her folds, drinking in her juices, wrapping his lips around her clit and suckling at it, making her whimper loudly; now she was sure someone might've heard her from the outside of the building, so loud she was. But, far from worrying him, he seemed to be more enthusiastic about the act of fucking her with his mouth and sucked at her folds as well, hungrily taking as much of her as he could and humming his appreciation for her noisy response to it. Brennan, at this point, couldn't even control the buckling of her hips or the sounds that came out of her mouth and started quivering harder when he ran the tip of his tongue over her opening.
She felt her knees buckle when he stopped his ministrations and rose, his lips glistening with her juices, smiling at her. Booth pulled her against his hips; somehow he had managed to unzip his pants and slid his cock into her in one fast move. She was so wet, so slippery that he was buried to the hilt in one move.
"Bones..." he gasped, licking his lips and tasting her again in his mouth while she watched him with huge eyes. She felt oddly out of control of her emotions as she ran her fingers over his cheek, moving to his nose and stopping at his chin. Her whole body seemed to be humming with electricity as he started slamming into her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders for support. It felt oddly arousing to be completely naked while he was fully clothed, the smooth fabric of his pant suit against her bare legs. He held onto her hip, tight, so tight it might leave some bruises afterwards but she didn't care.
He kissed her, staring down at her and making her look back at him; for some reason that she didn't quite grasp but found very erotic, he always seemed to kiss her with his eyes open while they had sex. She enjoyed the darker shade of brown in his gaze as he grunted into her mouth, pushing his tongue and cock into her, almost in unissom. Booth raised a hand to her face, caressing her cheek, as she felt the orgasm approaching her and her body quiver harder.
"Booth!" she yelped, parting the kiss and throwing her head back once again. She took hold of the hand that was caressing her cheek and moved to between them, making him touch her clit, rubbing her. That sent her shaking and trembling around him, coming against him.
"Bones..." he called her, breathlessly. She seemed to come out of her haze and looked at him, with drousy eyes. He still pumped in and out of her, breathlessly gasping her pet name until he couldn't take it anymore and allowed himself to come into hot shots inside her.
One minute or so has passed until they could finally regain their breathing, staring at each other in wordless gasping. Brennan was the first to speak.
"Ok."
"Ok what?"
"I want to be your girlfriend, Booth."
Booth pulled out of her and bent down, gathering their scattered clothes of the floor. He straightened up and looked at her, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his expression.
"If you're saying that just because you like the sex, Bones..."
"No, I'm not. But I thought about what've you said and, although I still think that it's just an unecessary formality, I'm willing to let you call me your girlfriend."
Booth put on his jacket and watched her, as she talked and dressed her pants and bra.
"I don't want you to 'let me call you my girlfriend', I want you to feel it, Bones. What's the point if you're not committed to the heart to it?"
Brennan stopped dressing and stepped closer to him, still shirtless.
"If you're talking about this weird need to be close to someone all the time, to miss said person when he's not there and to be caught gazing at him while he's fallen asleep, then that's what I mean. If what I feel is not committment, Booth, I don't really understand what that is. I don't think I'd ever want another man to even notice me while you look at me the way you do."
"Yeah?" he said, a wide smile spreading on his lips.
"Yes," she replied, suddenly looking bashful. He noticed that she blushed lightly, this time it had nothing to do with arousal. He was now fully clothed and helped her putting on the rest of hers and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest, kissing her forehead. They held each other for a moment before Booth teased her again.
"But you were so jealous of me!"
"I was NOT jealous, Booth! Jealousy is an irrational response..."
"You were jealous!"
"I was not."
"Yes, you were. And that was absolutely cute."
She just rolled her eyes at him. He took the chance to pull her against him again and kiss her fully on the lips, enveloping her in his arms.
