I'm such a Booth sometimes; I've told you all that before. Not just that I blush a lot when I'm writing these stories, but for a lot of reasons. It's one of the reasons why I love him so much. Once in college, I took a personality test that was created to predict potential marriageable matches. I remember when I was done that the person administering the test looked at me and was like "Oh, I'm sorry".
He went on to say that my 'ideal' match would be someone rational, someone who would balance out my intuitive way of approaching life etc. But the problem with it, he continued, was that a person who is rational would never ever let himself be interested in someone like me, because…you guessed it…it wouldn't be rational!
Haha, so, yes…good times. But also, remember the part from RW2 when Booth is running and trying to figure out if he should bail out Jared? He feels like it's the right thing to do, but he isn't sure. But is he unsure because he doesn't want to disappoint Brennan? And if he does what he thinks she wants, he'll be disappointing Jared, and so either way, he'll be disappointing himself, because he prides himself on not disappointing anyone? Yeah, that's how I feel right now.
Because, for the first Fantasy Week, it was the ideas of the fantasies, and then I happened to be able to weave in somewhat of a storyline. By the time that was over, it was clear there was a story that needed told, and so the RWs were born. And if in a chapter, there was no room for sex, well, that was okay…
But now, we're back to fantasies. Where the sex has to take the driver's seat, and, well, I will try to keep the story real, as much as I can.
But do you see where I'm coming from? Some people love the smut; some people love the story lines!
I feel like I'm delivering 50% on each, which feels like I'm disappointing 100 % of the people.
I have issues…
Paging Dr. Sweets…!
Oh, and one more question…what's a 'lemon' in regards to FF? Is that a good thing? People have been mentioning them in the comments. Where I live, a 'lemon' is something bad. If someone sells you a car and says it works, but the car always breaks down and costs a lot more than it's worth, that's a lemon. So…I'm not sure what to think. Help a girl out!
--b&b--
Monday
7:15 AM
Brennan woke to the sound of glass breaking, and her eyes opened quickly. It was the one sound she could never sleep through. Willing her heart rate to slow to a normal pace, she pulled in deep and steadied breaths and blinked as she looked around her bedroom. Everything looked normal. The other side of the bed was empty, and she could hear muffled curses coming from the kitchen. Suspecting Booth, and hoping he wasn't hurt, she pushed off the covers from her body and swung her legs off the side of the bed. It was chilly in her apartment and so she walked over to her drawer to pull on a pair of yoga pants before buttoning up Booth's shirt partway.
"Booth?" she asked as she made it to the kitchen.
He was standing in the middle of it, completely dressed for work, staring down at what used to be her coffee pot. His eyes rose and met hers, and he flushed before bending down again without saying a word.
"What happened?" Brennan asked, walking to the other side of the room to open the closet and pull out a broom.
"I dropped the coffee pot" he answered, and Brennan paused with her hand on the closet doorknob. His voice was…off, somehow.
She turned around and he was standing again. Their eyes met and held, and she knew something wasn't quite right. It was in these moments that she wasn't sure what was worse. She knew something was wrong, but she had no idea what it was. It was almost better not even knowing something was wrong. When she didn't know what to do because she didn't know what was wrong…it was so frustrating.
Booth didn't say anything and just reached out with his hand for the handle of the broom. Brennan gave it to him and watched as he cleaned up the glass, sliding it into a paper bag.
"What's the matter?" Brennan finally asked as he brushed past her on his way to the trash can. When he didn't answer, she put her hand on his arm as he walked by her again, "Booth…what's the matter?"
He froze, and she could feel the tension rising off of his shoulders in waves.
"You have to just tell me, Booth. Please tell me" Brennan tried to keep her voice low and encouraging like he would do. "Is this because of…the fantasy last night?"
His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened as he swallowed roughly, "No…" he answered as he straightened his tie and kept walking toward her kitchen sink.
"Booth…"
Brennan followed him over and stood next to him, "If it is, then…I'm sorry. I thought…"
"It's not, okay? Not that it was totally my thing, but…" He turned again, and huffed, "Don't look at me like that!"
Annoyed, Brennan crossed her arms over her chest, "I can look at you any way I want to. They're MY eyes."
"Yeah, well I have to look at them!" Booth argued, turning on the water tap with great force and shoving his glass under the stream.
"Well…that's not my fault" Brennan frowned, "Just tell me what's wrong."
When he didn't answer, she ran through the events of the night before. "Is this because you almost took advantage of me in my sleep?"
"What?" Booth scoffed and whirled around, a deep flush settling against his cheeks, "I did NOT take advantage of you."
Brennan shrugged, "You were about to enter my body while I was asleep, Booth."
"You were awake, Bones" he insisted, "I made sure of that."
His shoulders tensed even more if possible, "Now, you are upset about that," Brennan sighed. "Don't be. I didn't mind it."
He didn't answer her, just stood at the sink and drank his water.
"Damn it, Booth. What is it?" Brennan insisted, "Is this about last night in my office? Because you liked it. Some things you just can't hide, and you were more aroused than you've ever been."
"Son of a bitch, Bones" he huffed and turned his back to her, "Can you just drop it?"
No, Brennan wanted to shout, but she held back. Her jaw shifted to the left and her fingers fluttered at her sides. If Booth were looking at her, he'd be able to see that she was nervous.
And then he'd turned and was looking at her, and his eyes softened. "I know what you're thinking. Look, Bones…" He ran his hand through his hair and cupped the back of his neck for a moment. "I'm not weirded out by you, or grossed out by your fantasy or anything like that, okay?"
Slightly annoyed that he'd been able to pinpoint how she was feeling when she still had no clue what was bothering him, she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked away.
"You were kind of mean to me, Bones" he whispered, and her eyes flew up to meet his.
Staring at him for a few seconds, she considered his words, "Agent Brennan" she clarified.
He rolled his eyes and nodded, "Yes, fine. 'Agent Brennan' was mean to 'Dr. Booth', okay?" he quotemarked.
"And so…" Brennan tilted her head to the side and considered his logic, "You think that my fantasy was to be mean to you?"
Her voice was low and quiet in the kitchen, and Booth frowned and looked away. "No, Bones… I…"
He pulled in a deep breath and met her eyes. "Was I mean like that, to you? You know…when we first met?"
Brennan's silence was his answer, and he chuckled humorlessly and turned back to press his hands to the counter on either side of the sink.
"Booth…"
His shoulders were tense, and he shook his head, staring down to the stainless steel, "I'm sorry, Bones. I mean…I know we didn't get along always, but…" His head turned and he met her eyes. "I'm sorry."
"No…Booth" Brennan tentatively placed her hand on his back, his black suit jacket slightly strained against his shoulders, "You weren't mean. I mean, not that mean. You weren't the nicest to me, or my team, but…I don't know. Even if you didn't like me, I always thought you respected me. You stood up for me with Cullen, and I…you called me Bones then, and I hated it…" she chuckled. "But now I don't hate that."
"Yeah?"
Brennan lifted one of his arms and brought it around her shoulders. "Yes. Now, in fact, I kind of love it. No one else knows this, but I've always felt that Temperance didn't quite fit me. And when I found out that my parents first named me Joy, well…"
Booth's eyes were soft and encouraging, and Brennan tucked her chin to her chest as she continued, "Well, then, that just didn't quite fit either, you know?"
"Bones…"
"But that fits, right?" She shrugged, "It's kind of our thing."
Booth pulled her close and pressed a kiss against her forehead, "It totally fits, Bones."
He leaned back a bit, "So, we're solid?"
Brennan rolled her eyes, "Why do you always say that?" She chuckled and shook her head. "What does that even mean, anyways?"
"It means…" he pulled her even closer, "That we're good. That we're so solid that nothing can break us. Not even us."
Brennan didn't answer for a moment, and Booth turned her around to stand directly in front of him. "So, are we?"
"Sure" she shrugged, and then put out her fist in front of her, "So are you going to hit my fist or something now?"
Booth chuckled and bumped her fist with his, "You know it baby."
Brennan looked at Booth's face. All of sudden, her features softened, and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
Booth paused for a moment, stunned, but then he wrapped his arms around her too, and they stood in the kitchen like that for a few quiet moments.
His chin rested against her shoulder. "Good morning, Bones…"
--b&b--
1:00 PM
"So…how's your book coming?" Angela asked Brennan as she sat across from her at the diner, "Good?"
Brennan sighed, but nodded. "I think so. I'm on my way to the publisher again to drop off what I got done this morning, and hopefully that will be good enough. I'm stuck on one part, and not really sure how to solve it, but after I drop off these files, I'm headed to do some research."
"Ah, so it's not the good stuff you're stuck on?" Angela smiled and flagged the waitress over, "Coffee, cream. Please" she added with a smile, "And we'll both have an order of fries."
"Ange!" Brennan hissed when the waitress walked away. "Fries here are so fattening."
"True" Angela shrugged, "But there are no hot guys for us to steal some from, so screw it."
Brennan chuckled and tilted her head to the side. "That's actually quite rational."
"Enough of that," Angela waved a hand in the air, "Tell me more about this book problem…" She looked up quickly and waved, "Oh, hey, Wendell! Come and join us!"
Brennan turned in her seat to see her grad student approach. "Hello, Wendell" she nodded.
"Hello" he smiled at both women, "Thank you for the offer, but I'm getting my lunch to go. I have to get back to the lab and get to work if I want to leave in time for the hockey game."
"Oh right!" Angela grinned and looked at Brennan before winking at Wendell. "Good luck tonight, and watch out for those rink bunnies."
Brennan frowned, "They have rabbits at the skating rink? I've never noticed them before." She turned toward Wendell with a serious nod, "But you should be careful. Rabbits look cute and cuddly, but they can be quite aggressive. They are known to bite ankles, you know, so…"
Wendell looked between her and Angela and just nodded again, "Thank you, Dr. Brennan. I'll take that under advisement."
With a slight blush on his cheek, he turned and walked back to the checkout counter. Brennan turned toward Angela to see her friend laughing. "What's so funny, Angela?"
"Sweetie…" she laughed. "We weren't talking about actual rabbits. I was talking about rink bunnies. Rink bunnies are these girls who kind of skank around the skating rink and sort of prey on jocks, you know…for sex and status and stuff. You know how it is. They can be very aggressive, so you were right on that part, though."
"Ah, I see…" Brennan nodded, a slight flush creeping onto her cheeks. "But they probably don't bite hockey players on the ankle, do they?"
Angela leaned back in her chair and laughed again, "Probably not. But who knows…maybe Wendell likes that kind of thing."
Brennan laughed too and shook her head before looking out the window of the diner.
"Are you going to the game?" Angela asked her.
"What?" Brennan turned back to her friend and waved her hand in the air. "Probably not. Booth told me about it, but I'm working on my book, so I told him I didn't know if I would make it."
"I see," was all Angela said, and then their food was there. "Well after his game, you should ask him to help you with the steamy parts of your next book. You know he's dying to put his two cents in."
Brennan smirked and popped a fry into her mouth. "Maybe."
"Speaking of Booth," Angela leaned in and smiled, "He stopped by the lab this morning, and you'll never guess why."
Brennan's brow creased in thought.
"Aren't you going to guess?" Angela asked.
"Why would I, Ange? You just told me I'd never guess, so…it would be irrational for me to continue to speculate."
"Ah, right, right" Angela nodded, "Well…" her shoulders lifted in a little wiggle, "He stopped by with a box of doughnuts and he walked around and told each one of us how much he admired our work and appreciated us. Hodgins, me, Cam…it was kind of sweet, actually."
Brennan blinked and her stomach warmed in a way that had nothing to do with the coffee in her mug or the fries on her plate. "I need to go, Ange. I have a lot of work to do."
"Oo-kay…bye, I guess." Angela sat back in her chair and watched as Brennan stood up quickly and left the diner. Raising her eyebrows, she looked around the diner and then stole one of Brennan's fries and ate it.
--b&b--
7:00 PM
"So Dr. Brennan actually told me to beware of rink bunnies because they might bite me on the ankle." Wendell leaned over to Booth in the locker room.
Booth chuckled and fastened his shin guards, "Nice."
"She is the most literal person I've ever known," Wendell continued as he pulled on his hockey sweater over his pads, "but she'll always tell the truth, that's for sure."
Booth nodded and leaned down, lacing up his skates. "Yep…"
"So…you know…" Wendell paused, "Congratulations and all of that."
Booth froze and then turned his head to look at the younger man, "Just keep your mind on the game, got it?"
"Right, right," Wendell shook his head. "Sorry."
Booth watched as Wendell walked away, and once he was alone, he let a smile cross over his lips. Rink bunnies. Man, Bones was awesome. His chest tightened as he wondered what she had in mind for him once he got home. He only hoped the game would go the way he wanted so he'd be in a good mood. But whatever it was she wanted to do, he'd do it. He would.
--b&b--
8:30 PM
Brennan sighed in frustration as she stared at her computer screen. It was blank and even when she'd tried to type a few words, just to fool her eyes into thinking she was 'on track', she still couldn't manufacture anything worth much. A quick glance at the clock showed that Booth probably wouldn't be back for another two or three hours.
You could go see the rest of his game…
Angela's voice spoke up in her subconscious, and Brennan frowned. She really didn't have time for that. But then again, she was just sitting here, not getting much accomplished. Perhaps if she took in some recreational sporting events, her mind would clear in such a way that she could rationally and effectively continue her progress on her novel.
"Yes. That is a good plan," she affirmed to herself, quickly closing her computer and walking back to her bedroom to change her clothes into jeans and a warmer sweater. As she stared at her closet, a thought struck.
A slight smile curved her lips, and she reached back into her closet to her rack of most seductive lingerie.
--b&b--
"THAT'S what I'm talking about!" Booth clapped his hands and nodded as he skated to the sidelines at the end of the first period. "Yeah, baby!"
He slapped his palm against the back of Wendell's helmet, "That was one hell of an assist, buddy. Nice work, Kirkson" he nodded toward his teammate, "Nice goal, bro."
His chest tightened in anticipation of being able to get back onto the ice. They had the big mo, baby, and if he had anything to say about it, his team was going to win this game and bring home the championship trophy. Hell. Yes.
--b&b--
Brennan smiled nervously at the usher standing in the doorway. He handed her a flier of sorts and took her ticket, motioning her toward her correct row. Brennan was tempted to tell him that she could read and understand the quite elementary row and seat system of the stadium. In fact, she could translate it into other languages and also determine the exact amount of pressure that would be needed to bring the entire building to a collapse, but instead, she just smiled and nodded as she accepted her ticket back and walked to her seat. Pulling her trench coat tighter around her body, she craned her neck to look out onto the ice, searching for Booth.
It wasn't hard for her to spot him. Even in the uniform that made him blend in with his other teammates, she identified his shoulder line. He turned around and she could see his wide smile as he skated with power toward the puck. She winced when he slammed into another player from the opposing team, but when Booth just spun around and also had the puck, Brennan was surprised. Booth yelled something she couldn't make out and was pointing with one hand while the other one expertly managed his hockey stick, all the while maintaining an impressive speed on his skates.
A smile crossed her own lips, but she was interrupted from her thoughts by some intense music. All around her people stood and in unison began shouting "Hey" at random moments. Unsure of her surroundings, Brennan chose not to participate and merely looked down to her flier.
Championship game, it read across the top, and Brennan froze before looking down to the ice again. Booth hadn't told her this was the championship game.
She looked to the scoreboard and realized that it was toward the middle of the third period. The score was tied three to three. Sitting back in her seat, she examined the rest of the stadium. People were standing and cheering. One woman was knitting while the man beside her was leaning forward, his face so red as he screamed something Brennan couldn't quite make out. The woman just patted him on the back and went back to knitting. Another family nearby was laughing at something and were all wearing matching shirts of some kind.
Brennan saw a line of women standing near the glass of the rink. Each one was dressed in skates and tight leggings, some with tighter sweaters, and some with puffy jackets. A smirk tilted the side of her mouth until she saw Booth skate past them. They all pressed their hands to the glass. As far as she could tell, Booth didn't acknowledge them at all, but she could see the intent of the females.
A sharp whistle brought her attention back to the game. All of a sudden, there was a sharp silence in the entire room, and she looked down to the center of the game where two players were squared off against one another. The puck dropped and then a steady buzz of anticipation began to build in the entire stadium.
But only one man kept Brennan's gaze. Booth was as intense as she'd ever seen him, but his mouth was open in a wide smile as he barked out command after command. His skating was impeccable and a testament to his strength. Circle after circle he made around the ice, yelling and encouraging his teammates while keeping the other team in the check. Brennan felt a stirring in her lower belly begin to build as the clock neared the end of its time limit. All around her people were cheering and cursing and yelling, but she hardly heard any of it. Her eyes were tuned to Booth and the way he dominated the ice. The intensity began to build and build and he was skating faster and faster. Everything else was a blur but him as she clenched her hands together in her lap. From one end of the ice to the other, both teams tried to get the puck into the goal, but it was getting to the end of the game.
Booth received the puck and all around her people began to chant in unison.
10
9
8
7
Brennan's breath was suspended as she watched Booth weave between defenders. He stopped suddenly and with the aim she knew was born of years of target practice, his entire body tensed and then released in perfect, perfect precision. The puck sailed through the air, as
4
3
2
As the buzzer sounded, a large majority of the stadium stood and began cheering so loudly that Brennan was shocked. She looked around to see if she recognized any of them. None of them knew Booth as far as she could tell. But they were cheering for him as if they knew him and loved him.
Looking back down to the ice, she felt her whole body almost spasm at the complete joy on Booth's expression. He was skating in random patterns now, his arms in the air, his smile as big as she'd ever seen it. Other members of his team grabbed him around the waist and punched him, and he just laughed and punched them back, tossing his stick onto the ice and grabbing Wendell into a headlock.
After a few moments, he lined up with the rest of his teammates and skated in a line toward the other team, graciously shaking their hands before skating to a covered hallway.
But Brennan sat in her seat, still stunned.
--b&b--
Booth laughed at the champagne that was sprayed into his face. "Okay, okay…enough." He held up his hands and then shoved at his teammate, "Okay, I'll say something."
He huffed and wiped his face with the edge of his jersey. "We did it, men. We showed those state bastards that the FEDERAL government will ALWAYS have jurisdiction. Even on the ice, baby!"
The rest of his team cheered, and Booth laughed and held up one hand, "I just want to say…"
The men quieted down, and Booth nodded, "I just want to say that it's been an honor to be your team captain this year. I don't take that for granted. I'll see you next year, and keep your stick on the ice."
"Here here!" a voice called from the back.
"To Booth!' another called from near the showers.
"To Booth!" the cheer rose up and Booth flushed and laughed.
"Yeah, yeah. Just clean up and get the hell out of here, you losers" he called, sitting down onto the bench behind him.
As team captain, he always made it a point to be the last one out of the locker room. It wasn't written anywhere, but he did feel responsible for these guys.
He was leaning against the lockers, and he opened his eyes, getting the feeling that he was alone in the locker room finally.
His back was tightening up, and he needed to get into the shower to clean up and warm up his muscles before he went home to Bones.
Bones…
He closed his eyes for just a moment more.
Oh, he was in one hell of a good mood. That was for damn sure. He could just imagine opening the door to her apartment. She'd be waiting for him, maybe have some candles lit. She'd be wearing a blood red silk nightgown, and…
"Hello, Booth."
In his mind, he could already imagine her greeting him. He could almost hear the sound of her voice.
"You were incredible."
--b&b—
Brennan watched as Booth's eyes flew open. She was standing about three feet away from him, and his eyes were glazed over. A whimper escaped his lips as he stood and backed up, his frame hitting the solid lockers behind him, "Bones!"
His sharp hiss turned to a gasp when she removed her trench coat to reveal her body encased in the tiniest dress he'd ever seen. The pale peach color practically melted into her skin and with the way her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked. Her nipples were tight against the dress and her legs were spread slightly further apart than decent. "Bones…" he repeated.
"Booth…" she whispered, and reached for the hem of her dress pulling it up and over her head in one moment, leaving her totally naked to his gaze, "That was incredible. I've never seen anything like it. I was all prepared to seduce you," she rambled. "I was going to be a rink rabbit and wait till everyone left and come in here and tease you. I was going to pretend to be stupid, but I can't…"
Rink rabbit? Booth's mind felt clouded by her words, but she hadn't stopped speaking. She was saying something about ice and knitting and hey and pucks and then more ice, and…
By this time, she was standing in front of him and she'd pressed his body back into the lockers with hers, "Except, I can't even think, Booth. I can't even think enough to pretend. And I don't know what to do. I need you. I need you to explain. Please…" her voice was desperate and her eyes were serious as her hands clamped to his shoulders. One of her legs began to rub against his, "Please…tell me. I need to know what you were feeling out there."
"Bones…" he groaned, "You can't…" his throat tightened. "You can't be naked in here. I can't…"
He couldn't have her naked in here. If she was, then it would be all he could think about any time he was in here. Ever. And he sure as hell wasn't going to have a hard on every time he was in this locker room.
"Booth…" she wasn't listening to him and just kept rubbing against him. If her eyes weren't so intense, he'd think this was some fantasy that she'd concocted. But not even in her most seductive mood would she be able to manufacture the way her eyes were almost pained in desire, the way her fingers were creating painful marks along his bare shoulders.
"Okay, okay…" he whispered, reaching around her to grab his jersey. "Put this on."
He pulled it over her head, and she inhaled and then shivered and shuddered so violently he had to grab onto her waist to keep her from falling backward.
"Bones, did you just…"
Her eyes met his, and she nodded, "I think so…"
Her voice was almost whiny in its desperation, and his chest began to heave.
"Okay, baby. Okay" he murmured, turning her around. "Okay, baby" he repeated over and over as he rested her back against the lockers, spreading her legs slightly. He reached down to free his penis, stroking it a few times to get it ready for her. Her hand joined his and together they brought it to her entrance. "Hurry…" Brennan's head was rolling back and forth against the locker, and her desperate gasp emblazoned him to action. Booth pinned her into place with his lips against hers as he slid his cock into her wet, soaking wet heat. "Okay, baby" he whispered against her lips, "Okay? Better?"
"Mmhmmm" she nodded as best she could and gasped, letting her feet settle to the floor on either side of his. Her eyes met his and then sharpened, "Tell me…"
--b&b--
Brennan had never felt so out of control as she did in this moment. It was the most irrational experience she'd undergone. But incredibly, Booth's hard cock deep inside of her was an anchor and she was able to momentarily settle. Pulling in a deep breath, she shuddered again. His hockey sweater was damp from what she could only guess was his sweat. It smelled dark and intense, but also like victory and almost like what she thought he'd been feeling on the ice. "Please, Booth…I need to know what it's like for you, on the ice."
He shifted his weight once, his control incredible. His shoulders were tense and his chest was heaving. His skin was slick and she couldn't resist bending over to lick against his shoulder, her teeth sinking in there. Booth groaned and thrust into her once, then again when she moaned.
"Tell me" she begged, even as she let her hands run down his back to clench his tightly muscled ass under her palms. "I need to know."
"It's good." He swallowed against her neck, "It's better than just about anything, Bones."
His voice was low and the timbre reached between her legs as surely as his erection, causing her to flutter against him.
"You've skated before," he continued. "You know what it's like to feel the way you almost feel like you're flying. But imagine that times 1,000. Imagine that you are really, really good at it" he bragged, "In fact, you're so damn good that when you were young, colleges came to your games to watch. And if you hadn't had to join the military to get the fuck out of your current life, you would have gone pro, baby."
Her hips began to twist and she leaned back to meet his eyes, "What else?"
Booth's nostrils flared and it looked like he was going to kiss her. But he didn't. Instead, he just pressed his hips that much closer to hers. "So imagine it's that good. But that's just when you're alone. Imagine that you have a team. A group of guys who worship the ground you walk on. And all year long, you've been a good team captain. You've let them make all the shots, you've let them get all the glory. But it's okay, because you love the team so damn much and it's enough to be out on the ice, right?"
He didn't wait for an answer and instead let his index finger reach between them to circle her clit. Brennan pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned so loudly it was a wonder they weren't discovered.
"But then imagine it's the last game of the season" he continued, "the championship game. And the score is tied. And every body's counting on you. The clock is ticking down. Ten…" he tightened his touch around her, "Nine…"
With each number he counted, he circled her clit. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, her mind rushing back to the adrenaline she'd felt during the final seconds of the game. She imagined sitting closer to the ice. She imagined somehow being right behind Booth, on the ice as he was taking his perfect shot. And then she was imagining her body…so close to his. She could see from his eyes. His hands were her hands, and…she felt the pressure.
"Six…" he pressed his other hand against her ass, pulling her as tightly to him as possible, "Five, Bones…and just at that moment, you have to make a choice. Are you going to make it, or pass it? In that moment, you have to go on instinct. It's like everything you were made for has come down to that moment…"
"Yes!" Brennan gasped, understanding him, opening her eyes to meet his.
Booth's brown eyes were dark as coffee and narrowed in concentration. She could feel the way his cock was beading with his own moisture. As tight as he was locked inside of her, when it gathered enough, it dripped, and she felt the drop against her very core. "Yesssss…keep going. Booth, keep going!"
Holding as still as he could, he clenched his jaw in control, "And then, you just…let go. And watch as your perfect, your fucking perfect shot goes in the goal, and Bones…" He was growling now, his voice so low and deep and rough and intense, and Brennan arched against him. Her nipples were so tight against the rough, so perfectly rough fabric of his hockey jersey. Knowing that his skin had been the last to touch it caused her breasts to tighten even further. It was almost like his skin was on top of hers. "Bones…" he bit off her name, "it's the most amazing thing in the world. There's cheering and everyone thinks you're a hero, and for a moment, you can forget about every damn thing you've ever done wrong and believe them."
Yes. That was it. Brennan's body began to tense, and Booth's eyes bore into hers as he began to thrust steadily into her. "It's intense and scary and wonderful, and there's only one other thing in this world that makes me feel as good, Bones."
Brennan's lips parted even as her core began to ripple against him. Just before she shattered into a million pieces, he leaned down and bit at her earlobe, "You, Bones. You're better than a thousand perfect shots."
His careful whisper belied the firm thrusts of his huge hard on deep into the warm cradle her body created for him.
As she came down from her orgasm, he reached his, clamping his hands to her ass so firmly she could feel them all the way to her bones.
"BONES!" he rasped her name in such a release of pressure and adrenaline, and Brennan could only hold on for the ride.
"Booth," she hissed in sweet response when he stilled and then pulled his satisfied cock out of her.
--b&b—
Booth stood as still as he could for a moment, his eyes locked with hers. His hands ran up her sides to caress the skin of her ribs in gentle circles before he turned and tried to walk. His back betrayed him, though, and tensed in a spasm, and he was forced to sit on the bench, leaning over in pain.
"Booth!" Brennan pushed off from the lockers, coming to stand in front of him, her legs still slightly weakened. "You hurt your back? Why didn't you tell me?"
He waved her off, "It's no big deal, Bones. Just a little stiff is all. I'll be fine. I just need a hot shower and a couple of aspirin. It just tightened up after the game, and then…"
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I was so selfish, but…"
Booth laughed low in his throat, "I like your kind of selfish, Bones. And by the way…you're the sexiest rink bunny I've ever seen."
Her eyes narrowed and one side of her mouth curled up in disappointment, "I said rink rabbit, didn't I?"
Booth chuckled again and pulled her between his legs, "Yes, you did… but it was kind of cute, Bones." Leaning down to his bag, he reached for a towel and began wiping them both up.
She pulled in a deep breath, and then patted him on the shoulders, "Come on. I'll drive you home, and bring you to get your truck tomorrow morning."
"No can do, Bones. I can't just leave Federally issued vehicles in public parking lots all night long."
"Fine…" she smirked, "then I'll have to drive it and we can get my car in the morning."
"I don't think so" he huffed and stood. But when he took another step, he limped, and she noticed with a raise of her eyebrows.
"Okay" he growled, "But just don't tell anyone. And you have to put your clothes back on too. It's a rule."
Brennan laughed at him and then pulled off his jersey, smiling when his eyes crossed at her bare skin.
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When they reached her apartment, Brennan walked back to her bathroom and began drawing a bath for Booth in her whirlpool tub. When he came inside, she was pouring some beads into the water.
"Oh, no way, Bones" he complained, "None of your flowery scented stuff. This is a manly bath."
Brennan shook her head at him and held up the jar.
Booth took it and looked at it, "For muscle relief, made with peppermint and rosemary." His eyebrow rose. "I don't want anything named Rosemary on me."
Pulling her close, he nuzzled his nose into her neck, "Just Temperance."
Brennan chuckled and shoved him away. "Just get into the bath, okay?"
He pulled on her arm when she tried to step past him. "Aren't you going to join me?"
Brennan paused, "I can't. I have to work on my book."
Booth's nose scrunched up, "Not tonight, Bones."
She laughed and pulled his hand from her arm, "I have to. Besides I'm really stuck on this one part, and I need to concentrate on it."
Booth sighed and then began pulling off his clothes. He sank into the steaming water and looked up at her, a decidedly not so innocent smile on his face, "Please? I could help be your muse."
Brennan looked at him from head to toe. If she laid the same way as him, there would be room for them both in the large tub.
"I'll even scrub your back, Bones," he offered, and Brennan chuckled.
"Okay…"
Turning to close the bathroom door to keep the heat in the room, she began to unbutton the coat she'd worn. Once it was off, she pulled off the dress she'd worn and let it fall to the floor. Using one hand for balance she slowly lowered herself into the tub. Booth shifted slightly so that she could lay against his back. The water sloshed around them, but then settled and after a moment, Brennan reached behind them both for the small button that would begin the jets she'd had installed when she'd purchased this apartment.
Booth's groan was louder than the now churning water, and she looked back at his face to see if he was okay. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back in what she hoped was pleasure.
"Are you okay, Booth?"
One of his eyes cracked open and he let his hands come up to rest on her slick belly. "Never been better."
Brennan twined her hands in his and they were both silent for awhile. After a few moments, she turned her cheek to rest against his chest, "What are you thinking about?"
Booth pulled in a breath and let his hand caress her arm up to her elbow. "Honestly?"
Brennan turned so that her body was lying on top of his. "Of course."
He smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears, 'I was thinking about how pretty you are."
Booth watched as a blush that had nothing to do with the heat in the room crossed her cheeks, and he knew he'd guessed right. "I mean, Bones…you're gorgeous, and sexy as hell, and smart and beautiful and all of that, but sometimes, I just think you are really, really pretty." His index finger slid down her nose and then rested against the sweet slope of her shoulder, "Here, and here…"
He let his hands move down to her waist where he cupped her and lifted her forward a tiny bit. His lips began to caress the skin below her neck, "Here…"
Booth sank a bit deeper in to the water so he could reach her breasts, "Here…" his lips and nose nuzzled against the inside of her curves, "So pretty" he whispered.
"Booth…" she tried to protest and he met her eyes and smiled.
They stared at one another for a few moments until his head leaned back against the rim of the tub. "I love you, Bones," he spoke in a low voice.
Brennan slid back and met his lips with hers. Booth groaned and then shifted their bodies so she was turned with her back against his front again. He pressed kisses to her shoulders and neck even as the jets around them pressured him into a firmer touch. But he didn't give in.
"Can I pick the fantasy for tomorrow?" he whispered, letting his fingers nestle gently between her legs. She parted them for him and began to rotate her hips in counter time to his measured touches.
"Yes…" she agreed. She would have agreed to anything if he would just keep on touching her.
"Thank you" he whispered. "Now…how's about you let me muse you a little bit?"
Brennan smiled and then groaned in a chuckle at his goofy joke. But she couldn't deny that he knew what he was doing. "Okay…"
Booth concentrated his touch just right and gently brought her body to the sweetest, most exquisite crest of an orgasm she'd ever experienced.
"How?" she whimpered as she rotated her hips in slower and slower rotations until she was resting against him again. The water around them was cooling, and it was time to get out of the water, but neither wanted to move for just a bit longer.
"It's because of love, Bones. That's what makes it so good between us."
"That's not provable scientifically," she argued, her head lolling back into his shoulder.
"I know," he nodded and then pushed her gently to stand up. They got out of the bath and emptied it. Brennan let Booth dry off their tired bodies before he led her to the bedroom. She walked to her closet for a nightgown, and he pulled on a clean pair of boxers, and they met at the bed, pulling down the covers together and sliding beneath them. Their bodies found one another there, and their arms and legs wrapped around each other, even as sleep began to overtake them.
"Maybe we'll be the ones to prove it" he mumbled into her shoulder, "Maybe, Bones."
She just pressed her face deeper into his chest, with a contented sigh.
--b&b—
Everybody still good?