Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, Booth and Brennan would be screwing each other's brains out on a regular basis
Thank you all so much for the reviews! You've all been very encouraging, which is fabulous for a new writer. There will be a part 3, but I'm finishing grad school work, so I'm not sure when it will be posted. Hopefully by the end of the week.
Thanks to SexySquint for the advice and support!
Please, please, please don't stop me. I just want to get to my office without being interrupted. Please, please, please.
My mental pleas were ignored as Angela stepped in front of my door.
"Angela," I greeted, hoping to get away without a conversation.
"Hi Sweetie! I've got that facial reconstruction you asked about this morning. I'm running it through the facial recognition program to see if we get a match," Angela paused and I could feel her eyes scanning my face. "Bren, are you ok? You look flushed. Do you feel alright?"
"I am fine. I just had a very odd conversation with Booth."
"You had an odd conversation with Studly? Do tell," Angela grinned suggestively and followed me into my office. "What happened?"
"Nothing too important. I'll come to your office to see the reconstruction as soon as I check my email." Assuming that would get her out of my office to give me some privacy, Angela did the exact opposite and settled into one of my chairs.
"Nothing too important? You thought it was important enough to mention it. Come on Brennan, this is what girlfriends do with each other. We gossip."
Her grin got the best of me and before I knew it, I told her what happened, minus the part about Booth's sexual advances. It made the story less exciting, but she didn't need all the details of my life.
"Well, I can see how having a conversation with Booth about sex with another man would be odd," Angela commented, using finger quotes at the word odd. "You obviously just want to sleep with Booth, so drop the whole Andrew thing and get to it."
"Angela! I cannot sleep with Booth. Not after," I stuttered, realizing I hadn't told her about our day with Sweets. She had no idea that Seeley had put himself out there and I had done nothing but hurt him. "Not after all we've been through."
"But Sweetie, all the things you've been through are what make you fabulous together. He means something to you, whether you want to admit that or not. And that makes the sex so much better. Trust me," Angela sighed. She leaned back in the chair with a soft smile as she fanned herself. "Sex with Jack is just so…"
"No, No! I don't want hear about sex with Hodgins," I pleaded, my libido disagreeing all the way. I was already so turned on from my encounter with Booth and hearing about sex, good sex, no fantastic sex was the last thing I needed. I shifted in my seat and I could feel my arousal dampening my underwear further. Angela had to leave immediately. "Seriously, I have work to do. I will meet you in your office as soon as I can."
"Bren, you're being really weird. And I mean weird for you."
"Please, Angela."
I don't know if it was the desperation in my voice or the expression on my face, but Angela nodded and stood up. "Do you want the door closed?"
"Thank you," I replied and she shut the door quietly behind her. Finally, I was alone! My body was practically singing with need and then it all went down hill. I actually glared at the little black rectangle buzzing on my desk and thought about ignoring it. Considering Booth and I were in the middle of a case, I decided not to chance anything.
"Brennan."
"Hi Temperance, it's Andrew."
I froze, not knowing what to say. This was not a conversation I wanted to have since I had spoken to Booth. How was I going to inform him that I had not made a decision as to whether or not I wanted to consummate our relationship? I was not sure that I could consider us in a relationship yet either. This is why I was bad at relationships.
"Temperance, are you there?" Andrew called out, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Yes, Andrew I'm here. How are you?"
"I'm good. I was calling to thank you for the, ah, information you sent. I found it very…informative."
"Good, that's good," I replied as I slid my shoes off, waiting for Andrew to get to the point so I could get off the phone and get myself on. Or up or off or whatever the stupid euphemism is. To make matters worse, Andrew seemed to be oblivious to my lack of attention. He was talking and I had no idea what he was saying.
"Does that sound like a plan?"
"I'm sorry Andrew, can you repeat that?" I asked distractedly, quickly opening the top few buttons on my blouse so I could touch myself.
"Is now a bad time?" Andrew asked and I wanted to laugh. Yes, now is a horrendous time. I'm attempting to achieve orgasm, I'll call you later. "We can simply talk more at dinner tonight."
"I already have dinner plans with Booth."
"You always have dinner plans with Booth. Come to dinner with me."
"I'm having dinner with Booth. Maybe we can do dinner tomorrow. We'll talk more tomorrow. I have to go," and I hung up. I could not recall a time when I had been that rude on purpose. Making a mental note to call him back and apologize, I went to my door, locked it, and shut the blinds.
I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Finally I was alone. I felt deliciously…naughty. Work was always kept separate from my private life, but the gnawing need I felt could not be ignored. I allowed my hands to delicately trace over my throat before sliding down to my breasts. Groaning, my fingers plucked at my already erect nipples, the lace against them creating just the right amount of friction. My eyes bounced all around my office, wondering what would be the best place.
Desk...desk chair...couch...desk...desk chair...couch...desk chair...couch...couch.
I glanced at the clock realizing that Angela had left me almost ten minutes prior. That left me very little time before she came looking for me. I yanked my skirt up to my waist, thankful for thigh highs. I believe Booth would have called it was called easy access. Leaning so my back was against the arm of my couch, I let my right hand trail down my body while my left continued to massage my tits. Slipping two fingers under the waist of my underwear, I shuddered at the mere anticipation of touching myself.
Rubbing slowly, I bit my lip to attempt to stifle my moan, but to no avail. I was so wet that my two fingers slid into my body with no resistance at all. Pumping slowly, I let my thumb graze my clit, adding just a bit more pressure each time. Shoving the cup of my bra to the side, my swollen breast sprang free. Without a second thought I sucked the first two fingers of my left hand into my mouth while my right hand worked even faster between my legs. As I brought my left hand to my bared nipple, I let my imagination run wild.
The wet fingers skating across my nipple turned into his tongue as he laved the skin before pulling gently with his teeth. With a feral grin, he kissed his way across my chest, treating the left side with same torture as the right. His hands knew just the right way to touch me and I could feel my self getting closer to the edge. Before I knew it, a third finger slid in and out of my sheath, increasing my friction again. I was so close and I moaned softly, his name slipped from my lips "Seeley."
It was almost as though saying his name cursed me somehow. Suddenly my impending release started to recede.
"No, no," I moaned, frustrated with myself. I slowed my fingers, attempting to build myself back up. This was not happening again. It seemed that in the recent weeks, no, it was more specific than that. Ever since Booth told me he loved me, every time I was close to coming, my body would back off. It was though I was completely incapable of an orgasm without a man. This was becoming ridiculous. I froze as the handle to my office door rattled.
"Bones," Booth called sharply through the door, "Open the door."
Suddenly I was right back on the edge, his voice and the possibility of getting caught excited me. Oh yes, this orgasm was not going to slip away. Booth could wait.
"Bones open this damn door before I break it down," He pounded on the door again. His sharp, slightly threatening tone was apparently all I needed. My body clenched around my fingers and I arched my back, coming so hard my vision grew fuzzy. I groaned again, letting my thumb brush against my clit as the tremors rocked my body.
At that moment, Seeley Joseph Booth was my favorite person in the world.
And then he broke through the door to my office.
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