Part 2
"So where did you guys go?" Angela asked me, clearly concerned.
"I'm not really sure exactly. That wasn't relevant. We drove up two-seventy until we found a hotel and got a room," I explained. "Really. We got snacks and some Maker's Mark and we're going to get away from the world for a night."
"Maker's Mark? Get away? A hotel room? As in, one hotel room?" She asked me incredulously. "Bren, sweetie, are you sure you're okay?"
I smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the tub. "Yeah, Ange. I'm fine. And for tonight, I really just want to… be someone else. I want to be the person who does something irrational and crazy and drowns her sorrows in hard liquor. Because normally, I would be in the lab right now, working out my problem over a pile of bones. But I can't look at anything there without remembering him. Without re-examining every discussion, every choice I made. And I can't make it stop, Ange. Out here, it stopped. It all stopped. And Booth… he's keeping me distracted."
I could practically hear her smiling through the phone, "Good for him. He said he was going to try to get you to let him come over to your place."
I laughed at that. "He always tries to protect me, doesn't he?"
"Yup."
"Why? I mean, he knows I'm strong. He knows that I'm fully capable of protecting myself, of protecting him. He knows I'm intelligent and that I can hold my own in difficult situations. But still, he steps in and tries to shield me from the world."
"You really don't know?"
"No. He's never explained."
I could hear her sigh against the phone and there was long pause before she continued, "Obviously, I cannot read the man's mind, Bren, but I think he does it because that's just who he is. Life has taught him to guard everything he cares about. He knows a lot about horror and pain and death and he's on a mission to protect others from what he knows."
Nodding, I reply, "I already knew that. But when did I start being someone he cared about? Because there was a time when his protection was about the job, it was about protecting his partner. But this is something different, right?"
"Yeah, this is different sweetie. But I don't know the answer to your question. I think that's something that Booth will have to tell you," she said gently. "Look, why don't you get back to your… what was it? Maker's Mark?"
"Yes."
"Get back to your man and your Maker's Mark and give me a call in the morning, okay?"
"He's not my man. But I will call you in the morning."
She muttered something under her breath, but I didn't bring it up. "All right," she continued, "Have a good night, Bren."
"You too, Ange. And thanks."
"No problem. Now goodnight."
"Good night," I finished, hanging up my phone and standing back up. I stretched my arms upward and went back out into the main room, the memory of his lips against mine surging back to the present and sending a shiver down my spine. He was now sitting at the little table by the window and he had unwrapped two plastic cups and set them out on the table, the bottle of Maker's Mark already open and waiting for us.
"Sorry," I explained, "It was Angela. I—It startled me and then I answered it automatically." My hands were shaking as I tried to read the steady gaze that he was giving me.
"Get over here, Bones," he said, shaking his head and patting the other chair. "Have a shot of bourbon and a twinkie with me."
"Do I get to feed myself this time?" I teased, making him smile as he grabbed the box from the bed and put it on the table.
"If you really want to. I mean, I don't know about you, but I was having a lot of fun feeding you."
I felt a flush creep up my cheeks as he grinned at me. I sat down in the other chair and grabbed the bottle, pouring us each a generous portion of bourbon. I took hold of my cup and raised it to him, "To twinkies."
He chucked heartily and raised up his glass to knock against mine. "Twinkies." Both of us took our shots fast and I felt my eyes water as it stung it's way down my throat. Putting my cup back on the table, I dug into the box and pulled out a twinkie. I unwrapped it and pulled the spongy cake out. It felt strange in my fingers now, wetter and more malleable than I had anticipated. I brought it up to my lips, sucking the end in my mouth. I bit down and took a bite, feeling the filling explode in my mouth. I glanced up to find Booth gawking at me as I chewed.
Taking another bite, I asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure, Bones. What do you want to know?" His eyes were still eyeing my mouth as I finished off the twinkie.
"When did you starting counting me in the list of people that you really care about?" I asked, pouring us each another shot. I was already glad I had bought the largest bottle they had, as I could tell my hands were shaking.
He took his shot before answering, still slightly wary. "Bones, you've been on that list for a very long time."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. You're a very likeable woman, Bones. You have so much dedication and strength, it's hard not admire you. You invest yourself because you believe in the importance of what you do. And you are loyal. Once someone has earned your trust and respect, you stand by them. Even when they betray you, you eventually find a way to forgive them. It's sweet."
My head was beginning to cloud from the alcohol and the smile that spread across my face at that moment was more about the sight of him splitting open his twinkie and probing the filling out with his tongue than it was about his flattering confession. In my mind, I could see that tongue delving into me, tasting the fluids that were now making me rather uncomfortable. They had been triggered by the arousal he had been teasing all night. First with his closeness and then with his touch, he had plucked at my desire, perhaps unwittingly, at least until he had lifted that finger to my lips. That had been pre-meditated and full of intentions that I hadn't known he had.
But perhaps what was most driving me now was the taste of him as I had explored his face, cleaning away the white goop. It had taken everything in me not to let loose my desire at that moment, to climb into his lap and let my arousal envelope him as it was me. The sound of the phone had saved me, giving me a moment of distance to regroup and still the chords.
I dragged my gaze away from his hands to look out at the darkness through the spaces in the blinds. Across the parking lot from our room, there were only trees. Though it was a clear night, the lights from the hotel hid the stars from view here. I turned to face him again to find he was watching me.
"Bones?"
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
I laughed, my head spinning as the sound of it rolled around inside me. I nodded and replied, "What would you like to know?"
This time, he was the one who poured us each another shot. He took his first and said, "Where do I figure on your list?"
Licking my lips, I picked up my shot and took it, my stomach protesting slightly as I tried to meet his eye. "It's a pretty short list, Booth, and you are most certainly included."
He nodded, delving into the box and pulling out another twinkie. This time, after splitting it in two, he dipped his finger into the filling as he had earlier in the night and brought it towards me again. "Can we start this again?"
"Why?" I said, my eyes focused on his finger and feeling the thrums of desire building once again.
"Because there's a question I wanted to ask you… earlier. But the phone interrupted us."
"Can't you just ask me now?"
He looked away, his eyes narrowing as he sat there in silence, his finger still extended to me. I tried to resist the temptation of it, but just as he moved to take it away, I leaned forward, sucking his finger deep in my mouth and moaning. His eyes flew back to my face and I knew I had just revealed far more than a love for twinkies. My tongue lapped at his finger and my eyes held his as I slowly drew back, letting his finger slide from my lips. "Do you know what that does to me, Bones?"
His quiet question caught me by surprise. It was clear that he was deeply aroused and I flushed at his question, heat suffusing my body and sending an electric thrill down my spine. Licking my lips, my stomach churned from the alcohol as I shifted in my seat. I needed to lie down.
I stood, wobbling slightly and went to stand on the opposite side of the bed from the table and turned to face him. Still sitting in the chair, he seemed confused at my sudden departure. But what came next seemed to shock him more.
My fingers came to the button on my pants and undid it. Then, I took hold of the zipper and took it down and paused. Looking up at him for a moment, I saw that he was still watching, his mouth slightly open as he stared unabashedly at my actions. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my pants, I pushed them down until they were lying at my feet. Purposefully, I lifted the sheets and slid myself under the blankets, lying down on my back and turned to watch him.
I could almost see his thoughts swirling through his head. To help him along, I patted the space next to me, looking at him expectantly. At that, his hands went to the buttons of his shirt and began unfastening them, one by one. Once all of the buttons were loose, he shucked the shirt onto the back of the chair and rose, toeing out of his shoes and socks. Next, he pulled his undershirt up and over his head and disposed of his pants.
When he climbed into bed, he was dressed only in a pair of basic sky blue boxers and he brought himself across the bed to lie next to me. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around my waist and another around my shoulders to turn me away from him, and then hauled me back until the full length of my body was pressed up against his.
"Bones, is this okay?" He asked me.
"Yeah," I replied, squirming slightly to bring myself more tightly against him.
"Are you tired?"
"A little, mostly I'm a little drunk" I replied, trembling as the hand on my waist moved forwards to explore my stomach. "Booth, thank you."
"For what, Bones?"
"For this. For being silly, letting me be silly." His arms squeezed me tight and I could feel his nose sniffing my hair.
"Was that all that was, Bones? Just us… being silly."
I shook my head no, vehemently.
"Then what was that?"
"A lot of things. Comfort, friendship, kindness, need, silliness. But mostly that was about affection. And desire."
He stilled behind me and I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my thigh as he tightened the grip he had on me. "Desire?"
I nodded. "Did you know that earlier, when you first said that you wanted to come over to my place, I pictured something decidedly sexual?"
"No, what did you picture?"
"I—It wasn't really an image, like a picture. See… It was a need." I paused, trying to steady my voice and my thoughts as his hand slid under my shirt. His fingers circled my stomach, then the waistband of my underwear. "I was needing touch. Your touch, Booth." I licked my lips again, smacking my tongue, trying to bring some semblance of moisture back to my mouth. Now, he was wandering upwards, tracing the undersides of my breasts with his fingers, teasing me. His face was closer, breathing warmth onto the back of my neck. My own breath was growing more shallow as arousal spread throughout my senses.
"But I tried to stop it then. I knew you didn't mean to—I mean, you weren't going to…" My voice broke and I felt tears welling in my eyes. "I've done that so many times now and—then we were here and you were teasing me. You were being so sweet and so close and suddenly I couldn't quash it any more." I felt my back arch, pressing my ass into him as one of his fingers dared to skim over my nipple lightly. His lips were now nearly touching my ear, so close that I was struggling not to squirm at the ticklish sensation it brought about.
The bold hand that had begun by merely glancing across my nipples now took a chance and cupped the full weight of one of my breasts in its grip. Gently, he cupped me, teasing my nipples between his fingers and holding me tight against his chest. As he moved, his mouth found the shell of my ear and gently sucked. I could barely contain the trembling that was threatening to take over as his lips found their way from my ear to my jaw, rolling me only my back. His eyes were waiting for me to see him. To recognize that my own hunger was mirrored there.
In the next moment, the lips that had been on my chin laid claim to my mouth in increments. First, he took the corner of my mouth with a slow, open mouthed kiss that allowed his tongue to dart out to taste my skin. Next, he met both of my lips fully, starting with soft lazy brushes, his mouth opening and closing against mine until I was able to keep up with him. That gave way to his tongue, exploring the space of my mouth. The taste of him inside of me was incredible and I felt myself turn to fully face him.
One of my legs wrestled through the blankets to hitch over his hips, using my calf muscles to draw him closer. As we kissed, he drove his thigh up tight between mine and I knew that he could feel the heat and wetness there. A gasp escape my lips as he increased the pressure, increasing the friction that was now getting nearly unbearable against my clit.
His hands made quick work of my shirt, tossing it aside before pulling his lips from mine and kissing his way downward. He began with my chin, paying homage to my collarbone, upper rib cage, sternum before he allowed himself a taste of my breasts. By the time his lips reached my nipples I was already quaking, my hands clawing at his back, desperate for him to reach his target. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing my back to arch up towards him. There, he linger, teasing, tugging, twirling his tongue over the tip.
By the time he had repeated the procedure on my other nipple, I was gasping for breath. I couldn't seem to take in enough air when he finally released my breasts, his lips traveling lower still, tasting every inch of my stomach before place his first kiss on my throbbing core. He threw off the blankets then, which had been hampering his range of motion.
With his new found freedom, he moved to be between my thighs, kissing his way up the sensitive skin before using his fingers to spread the out lips of the labia to give him a better view of my clit. The feeling of his fingers spreading me, exposing all that damp arousal to the cool air made me nearly desperate. I realized that I had begun to chant his name, begging and pleading him not to stop.
He listened to those pleas and leaned in, sucking my clit into his mouth, clamping down around the base gently with his teeth, tugging and flicking his tongue over the tip. As he worked with my clit, one of his fingers began sliding through my folds teasingly, sliding up and down the length of me until my hips began rocking. Finally, he let his fingers slide inside of me, pushing in and out with the same rhythm his tongue was keeping on my clit. I was so close, shaking and clenching around his fingers, and entirely powerless. I begged him to make me cum. Begged him to fuck me harder. Pleading his name. But what finally let loose the powerful orgasm that had been dangling for so long was the sound of my name as he moaned into me. "Oh fuck," he gasped, "Bones, let me see you cum."
My hands desperately tried to grab at his short hair as I shook and quivered with the wave of pleasure that surged through me. I could feel my internal muscles clenching down around his fingers, drenching him with my fluids. Every inch of my skin felt like I was on fire.
I very nearly didn't hear him in my haze of excitement, but as his fingers slid out of me and his lips left the tender, still pulsing bundle of nerves in my clit, he whispered, "Thank you," his voice sounding nearly wistful as he rose to come to lay next to me as I struggled to calm my raw nerves.