I'm sorry for delaying a second chapter for this one, but I had some pressing work to get to and also wanted to add some chapters to other stories as well. This story is going to be lengthy, I think, and as a result the chapters are going to take longer to produce. It's also a bit difficult to write the journal entries from a woman's perspective as I'm the wrong gender, so I try and take some time on it to get the tone and feel of it right. Fortunately the formalism that Bones had early on, and still does to a lesser degree, makes it a slight bit easier. I hope you all enjoy this one. The reviews from the first chapter made this continuance possible, and I deeply appreciate all the feedback that it received. Gregg.
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"How's Booth, Sweetie?" Angela asked as she came into Bren's office carrying some files.
"I'm not sure," Brennan replied with a slight furrow to her brows. "He sounded fine, and tried to assure me that he was doing better, but he sounded too happy."
Angela chuckled. "Too happy? Sweetie, a happy boyfriend is a good thing, not a bad thing."
Brennan smiled. "Considering the general state of our sex life since we began our relationship two months ago, I would agree, but with his back in the condition it is, we have not been able to engage in our usual sexual activities," she told her friend confidentially.
"So what's making him happy?" Angela asked.
"He found my Booth File on my laptop," Bren revealed.
"Booth File? What is that?"
"When I first met Booth, I was intrigued enough to start making observations in a private journal," Bren explained. "Even after we became friends and our partnership really was working well, I continued with the file. It contains nearly 800 pages of commentary that I made at various times."
"And you're not upset that he's reading that?" Angela asked, shocked. "Sweetie, I know what some of those entries have to have said and it wasn't too flattering about Booth."
Bren laughed. "He is well aware of most of that already considering the many angry discussions we had in those early cases," she replied. "I think that the most interesting aspect for him will be the sections where I wrote out some of my fantasies about him since we weren't in a physical relationship."
"And whose fault is that?" Angela teased. "I told you for the longest time that you should have jumped him and rode him until he couldn't see straight. Instead you took almost five years to experience him in the sack."
"We were both foolish," Bren admitted. She would never denigrate the sexual experiences she'd had with all of the men she'd slept with since she'd met Booth five years before, even the occasional one night stands she'd had every few months or so when she wasn't involved with anyone on a semi-serious basis, but when she thought about how incredible a lover Booth really was, she knew that she had been incredibly foolish in not confronting him about that ridiculous line he'd drawn. She wondered what Booth would think about some of her fantasies.
While Bones was discussing all this with Angela, Booth was busy reading more entries from that first few months that they'd been partners. In them he saw the clinical nature in which she evaluated their partnership, and he admired her accuracy, even though she came at such an evaluation from such a different perspective as himself. Certain key words and phrases leapt out that seemingly were copied from his fitness reports, even though he knew that she had not read them. "Strong, empathetic analyzer of a situation and surrounding facts." "Natural leader." "Innate sense of right and wrong." "Efficient and methodical." He'd had no idea that she'd held him in that regard professionally way back then. All of their arguments and 'discussions' had usually centered on how he was so lacking in the requisite knowledge surrounding what she had to do in a case.
He had just began to read the rather lengthy entry on the case in which they went to the state of Washington to find the cannibal when he lost control and spewed beer across the table. Thankfully he missed the laptop with the deluge. Bones would have turned him into a Eunuch if he'd lost all her data. He quickly picked up where he'd lost control.
October, 28, 2005: I have just had the most powerful orgasm I've ever experienced, and I only used my favorite vibrator. Booth has gotten me so incredibly aroused on this trip that I couldn't keep myself from masturbating to the images of him that I created after the last two days. The most humorous part of it all is that he likely thinks I'm in here letting Chuck fuck me all night. Booth's jealousy at the bar, and his attempts to find out the next morning if I had spent the night with Chuck, got me so turned on. I am usually dominant in bed, but this fantasy of being with Booth was a complete role reversal. It should be noted, though, that I did not have sex with anyone, let alone Chuck.
In my fantasy Booth is taking me from the bar, and he is angry. I protest, yet the protests fall on deaf ears. He is determined to accomplish something, but I'm not sure what. When we get to the hotel, instead of going to my room, he takes me to his room and tells me that we need to talk. Talk? In his current mood? I hardly think that he is interested in talking.
"Just what the Hell were you doing out there?" he demands.
"And just what do you think I was doing?" I retort, wanting to see if he acts just like an Alpha Male.
"Like someone who is out to get laid," he informs me in a somewhat predatory way. I know this doesn't sound at all like Booth, but I can't be held responsible for what my mind creates in my fantasies.
"Maybe I am," I tell him, "but since you obviously weren't willing to do anything about that, I needed to look elsewhere." Even as I say those words, I get further aroused, knowing that I am goading him into giving me what I want.
His eyes darken with something like lust, but also a bit of challenge in them as he looks me up and down, taking in the clothes I have on, though I also know that he is very aware of how aroused I am by how noticeable my nipples are poking out against my blouse. I take the time to look him over and the bulge in his jeans is rapidly turning into a good sized tent threatening to burst through his zipper. I see him visibly make a decision and am startled when he reaches forward and rips open my blouse, the buttons flying in all directions. "What makes you think I'm not willing?" he demands as he leans forward, his hot breath flowing over my face.
I shiver at the absolutely primal feel of the moment. I've always enjoyed passionate, even rough to a point, sex, and losing my inhibitions in such moments is always a thrill. "That was nothing," I tell him fiercely. "Prove it, Booth. Show me you have what it takes to satisfy me," I taunt him, enjoying the flare of his nostrils and the widening of his eyes. "Or perhaps you need a bit of help? How about I get out of these clothes and start on my own? Do you like watching a woman play with herself? Is that what it takes to get you hot enough to be a man?" I'm enjoying the heated look he's giving me as I taunt him further. I'm hoping for a vigorous fuck from this and I can see that I'm getting to him. "Or do you just want to bend me over and take me?" I continue as I unclasp the front clasping bra and let it slide from my shoulders, letting him see my breasts.
"Booth!"
Booth's head shot up and his face turned red in embarrassment. Before he could remove the text from the screen Bones had moved over to him and was looking at what he'd been reading. "Uh..." he stammered, not quite sure what to say. His raging hard on wasn't helping, either.
Bones noticed everything in a glance and her eyes widened as she saw what he'd been reading. "Oh, one of my favorite fantasies," she remarked as she set down the files she had in her hand. She took a seat next to him and leaned up, giving him a kiss on the side of his lips as he was having difficulty looking in her direction. It was pretty funny seeing as they'd been involved for a few months now.
Booth was conflicted right then. He was definitely unable to enjoy the pleasure that Bones was obviously offering by her touches and the use of her lips on his jawline. His back was in no shape to reciprocate. "Bones?" he questioned. "Now may not be the time."
Bones chuckled and pulled back from her teasing. "I know, Booth," she replied. "I was going to talk to you about what I keep in my Booth File."
"Yeah, a little warning would have been nice," Booth let out a deep breath. "You really, uh, you know, while thinking of that when we were in Washington?"
"It's just the two of us in your apartment, Booth," she teased. "You can say the word. I masturbated in my hotel room. And yes, I did use that particular fantasy to help bring myself to orgasm."
"I was raised in a Catholic family, Bones, no matter how dysfunctional because of my Father," Booth told her. "Talking about sex is not the easiest thing for me, though I am not a prude."
Bones ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh I know that," she said in a sexy voice. "I have no more doubts about that given some of the things we've done since we began our relationship. It was just a fantasy, Booth."
"But did you actually see me like that back then?" he asked. "Did you actually think I would do something like that?" The thought that she could actually picture him acting in such a demanding and predatory manner disturbed him. Sure he enjoyed passionate sex, and the emotions that it brought about, but she'd been fantasizing about him essentially taking her, despite her taunting and expressed desire to have gotten laid. He was troubled by that.
"No, I didn't see you like that back then, Booth," she tried to assure him. "But at the same time, I was confused. You were, and still are, a very handsome man, Booth. The idea of a sexual relationship with you, whether it was just sex or more than that, was very appealing. I didn't know you very well, though, and as a result I superimposed you into some of my sexual fantasies. But fantasies aren't necessarily what someone wants to have happen in real life. You know that, Booth."
"Why did you keep a file on me?" he asked curiously.
Bones decided that he at least deserved an answer to that question. "Even from the very first case we worked on together, and I hated you so much, there was also something about you that was compelling," she told him. "I wasn't sure what it was, but I wanted to capture on paper what I was feeling and observing about you. When we became partners, I decided to continue doing so because I wanted to understand you better and it was the only way I could gather information and process it to reach some conclusions."
"I was an experiment?" he asked with a teasing incredulity in his voice.
"Not exactly," she replied. "I didn't understand what it was about you that allowed me to put aside my usual hesitance about working with someone. I also have to admit that the fact that you tried to help me understand the things about pop culture that always confuse me made a serious impression. Once we developed a really deep friendship, I couldn't help but continue with my file. It was also somewhat cathartic to write my own desires as they related to you, especially once you drew that line between us."
"From what I just read, and what you're saying now, this whole file seems pretty personal, Bones," Booth remarked. "Are you sure you want me reading it?" he asked seriously.
"You've never lied to me, and have always answered my questions while letting me know just what you felt about me, except the love part," she told him. "I think you deserve to know how I've felt about you over the years, and also what I imagined about us in my fantasies."
"Let me guess," he said with a slight groan. "Now that I'm going to be privy to your fantasies, I have to let you know mine?" he asked.
Bones got a wicked grin. "Definitely," she told him. "I've always wondered if you were as prudish about role playing as you've always said you were."
He watched as she got up and head to the kitchen. He was about to say something, but then she turned around.
"That file is an honest one, Booth," she told him directly. There was no hint of joking around in her voice as she said this. "Some of it won't be very pleasant, or easy to read, but you should know my whole perspective of our partnership, and it will hopefully let you realize how much we've grown in the last few years to be here in a serious relationship."
"Bones, I may not like some things, but I won't be holding anything against you on the basis of this file," he assured her. Then he got a grin. "And what happens if I find one of your fantasies that I actually like?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice.
Bones' eyes lit up mischievously. "Then I guess we'll be living them out, won't we?" she said in a sultry voice. She knew that he loved how she could alter her voice into a sexy, wanton one when she felt like it. The idea that he was possibly interested in her fantasies was a major turn on. Then she got an even more devious smile. "Skip ahead sometime to the Halloween entry during our third year of working together when we had that missing girl case to solve. I think you'll like that one."
Booth smiled. "Thanks, Bones," he told her with a wink. "Now I have something specific to read tonight!"
"It's just too bad that your back won't let us have any fun, Booth," she shot back with a smile as she went into the kitchen.
Booth slumped back in the couch. "Maybe I better just read in order," he muttered. He really hated that he now had a real live Sex Goddess for a girlfriend and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Oh well. They'd had a serious conversation, despite the flirtatious tone at times, and he felt like some more steps forward had been made. Now all he had to do was get well and hopefully avoid seeing any more doctors.
"Oh, Booth?" Bones said as she stuck her head around back into the living room. "I made an appointment for Monday morning for you to see a back specialist. You may be good at hiding your pain, but you can't fool me."
"Damn!" he muttered when she went back into the kitchen. He had the sneaking suspicion that his health had, for the rest of eternity, been placed in her charge. His head fell when he heard her holler out "I heard that!" from the kitchen. It was official. He was seriously whipped. Then he smiled. But what a way to go!
A/N: I wanted this chapter to be something of a fun one, with a bit of an explanation of why Bones had created the file, and that it wasn't just a dry recitation of her impressions. I also wanted this one to really establish a full relationship between them. I hope you all enjoy it, and the next one will be back to mainly file entries. Gregg.