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I'm having terrible Bones withdrawal now. I really miss the show. At the end of each season there was a new season to look forward to. Now there isn't! It's like mourning a loss. Anyway... … back to this story. But before that thank you all for the favs, follows and reviews. I really appreciate them. Can't believe that some of you are still here. Thank yous to LoveShipper (we'll be getting to that soon *wink*), loverofbones, geraghtyvl (thanks for your kind words, agree that it was an awesome finale and I'm sad too that it's over), kareneb, Adelled, (you think so? Thanks), NatesMama (glad to see you again, I tried to take into account Booth's contemplative look in his office from the episode into this story, it seemed to me that his mind was on them), jsboneslover (I think I'm still in denial too). This chapter is more M than the previous two. I usually write in the M bits mostly to move the plot along.
With Broadsky safely apprehended and Vincent Nigel-Murray's body on its way back home to England, Booth and Brennan decided to spend the night at Brennan's apartment.
Booth barely had time to throw his coat on her couch after entering the door when Brennan launched herself at him, claiming his mouth with a kiss full of ferocious passion. Booth, though shocked, couldn't help but respond, kissing her back hard, his tongue clashing with hers, fighting for dominance.
She pulled off her coat then tugged at his tie. Taking her cue he loosened his tie, pulling it off him as her deft fingers began to unbutton his shirt. Not wanting to be left behind, Booth started to unbutton her blouse, aAll this while backing her into her bedroom, leaving a trail of his shirt, her blouse, his shoes and stripy socks in their wake.
Booth was already rock hard when he pulled Brennan flush against him, her skin against his caused both to moan in appreciation at the sensation. He ghosted his fingers across the tops of her bra-covered breasts and her moan was suddenly his new favourite sound. When he felt her fingers brush his navel as she tried to undo his cocky belt buckle, a sudden clarity of thought flashed across his mind.
Summoning all his will power and thinking he was probably insane, he grabbed her arms and pushed her back, breaking their kiss.
"What?" Brennan asked, her breaths coming in short pants.
"Wait, wait, this isn't how it should be."
"It isn't? Why?" Brennan racked her brain, wondering what could be wrong. She felt insecure. Did she read him wrongly? Wasn't he interested in her?
"I'm very certain you want intercourse as much as I do." She pointed at his prominent erection tenting his pants.
"Yes yes I do but before we jump each other, we need to talk remember? Our conversation from this morning needs to be finished."
He desperately wanted them to get things right this time, biological urges be damned. He had been in relationships before where the sex had been great but other aspects of a romantic relationship lacking. He was sure she had those types of relationships before too and now he wanted her to know they were going to be different from any other relationships they had in the past.
Relief washed across Brennan. "We can talk later. I was so worried for you today, I need to feel you and know that you're alive and well. I had always hypothesized that due to our mutual compatibility, sex with you would be extremely satisfying. Last night was one example to prove it but I believe that we should gather more data to validate the fact."
She reached behind to unclasp her bra and it became his undoing. Even if he wanted to, Booth couldn't drag his eyes away from her breasts. Last night, they had made love in the dim light of his bedroom and he had operated mainly on touch rather than sight. But now in the light of her bedroom, his eyes could feast on what his hands had touched and mouth had tasted. His mouth went dry and whatever he wanted to say vanished from his brain.
"You're so beautiful." He managed before pulling her and crushing her to him, their mouths once again locked in a kiss. Pants and underwear were hastily pulled off before they tumbled onto her bed. They continued their kissing and sucking, touching and rubbing, and soon Brennan's body was crying for release. She rolled herself on top of him. Last night she had relinquished control to him, allowing him to dictate the pace. Tonight, it would be her turn. If last night was comfort sex, she wanted tonight to be hot, passionate sex.
"Bones…" Booth gasped as she straddled him, positioning herself, "this isn't about satisfying biological urges. This isn't just sex… it's making love – "
She lowered herself onto him as he spoke, sheathing him in one smooth motion, making him unable to continue. "I'm so close," she panted as she rode him.
He sat up and Brennan found the flex of his abdominal muscles extremely arousing. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. She came almost instantaneously, arching her back to prolong the orgasm, her actions causing him to almost simultaneously climax, releasing his seed into her in hot spurts.
They collapsed onto her bed with Brennan's head on his Booth's chest, both breathing hard. Booth ran soothing circles with his fingers along her spine, enjoying the sensation of post-coital bliss.
Brennan rolled onto her side, propping her head up to look at Booth. "Is having serious conversation during sex some fetish of yours?"
"What?! No. I just wanted you to know how I feel."
"I'm assuming you felt very good, seeing that our intercourse made you have an orgasm."
"It's making love Bones, and no, I'm not talking about physical sensations." Booth sighed, wondering how he could make her understand. "Remember that time when we were snowed in and we burned the paper with dates in my apartment?"
"Yes, I have an excellent memory."
"I'm not angry anymore. I haven't been, not for a long time now."
"Me too. Not being angry but I think I've lost a certain amount of my imperviousness."
"So does this mean you're ready to give us a shot now?"
"Yes I believe so. I had been ready for some time now."
Booth remembered her tearful admission to him in his car on the night he rescued her from being run over in the pouring rain. The guilt he felt during that drive hit him with a vengeance.
"I'm so sorry Bones."
"Whatever for?"
"For how I treated you. That night in my car, when we were working that case with the doctor, I was still with Hannah and you were hurting. You were afraid you had lost your chance and I was the cause of your pain. I couldn't comfort you, I was an ass." Booth cringed mentally at the thought of his ex-girlfriend whom he had almost married. Even though he had refused to admit it, back then he had been in love with his partner. He still was.
"That's all water under the walkway now." Her eyes stared back at his with sincerity.
"Under the bridge, it's water under the bridge." Booth grinned. She looked so content and happy. He wanted her to feel like this forever. The awkward tension from that morning seemed to have vanished. He reached a hand to thread his fingers through her hair loving that he could show her affection so freely now. He locked eyes with her, wanting her to know the gravity of what he was about to say.
"I need you to know that I'm serious about us. About what we're starting here. It's more than just satisfying biological urges. It's more serious than a heart attack."
"Then it's very serious indeed."
"Does it scare you?"
"I'd be lying if I said no. But I'm willing to give this a try. Especially if we can have sex… no make love like this every night."
Booth laughed, flashing her his best charm smile. "Every night sounds good Bones, and I have to admit, I'm a little scared too. But it'll all work out. It's be okay, just like today, with Broadsky."
Brennan took comfort in the fact that Booth had a good track record when it came to things like this, his gut seemed to almost always get it right.
"We keep this to ourselves for now. I mean, not that I'm ashamed but I gotta figure out how to tell the FBI and Sweets plus we're new to this and I don't want well-meaning friends offering advice we don't need. It took us long enough to get here."
"I told Angela."
"Oh… …" now the whole world would know.
"However, she was the one who advised me much like you did that this should be kept secret for now. Like you said before what's ours should just be ours."
"That's good advice."
"She wouldn't even tell Hodgins."
Booth pulled Brennan to him, kissing her languidly just because now he could. He still wanted to clarify his actions from the previous night.
"When you came to me last night… I don't want you to think that I was using you. I wanted to comfort you, take your pain away, I didn't plan on making love to you, but it happened. I'm sorry if it seems like I took advantage of how sad you were."
"I didn't plan on it either but it happened. It didn't feel as if you took advantage of the situation, and I'm glad it did. What happened led to us being here in this situation now. Perhaps if Mr Nigel-Murray didn't die, we may not have been brave enough to take this step."
"Then his death wasn't in vain." Booth smiled. As it did so many times that day, last night replayed itself in Booth's head. He couldn't explain why he didn't think of it sooner but it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Oh crap!" "We didn't use any protection last night… and just now."
"It's okay, I trust you Booth. I haven't been sexually active for quite some time, since before I left for Maluku in fact, and I don't have any sexually transmitted diseases." She omitted the fact that she had stopped taking oral contraceptives since then too but mentally calculated the odds of her getting pregnant were low since she was fairly certain she wasn't ovulating.
"I trust you too Bones. And I always used a condom with Hannah. So, I guess we're good."
"You must know while I did express my desire to have offspring with you in the past, I don't think this is something we should pursue now since we are just beginning our romantic relationship."
"Sure. I'll make sure I remember to use a condom from now on." He didn't want to mention that having kids with her was now top on his bucket list, or that he didn't mind at all if she got pregnant. But that could wait, he figured she wasn't ready. He wanted them to take their time and not rush into things. Marriage and kids could wait, and even if she didn't want those two things, it didn't matter. What mattered now was that what he had wanted for so long was now a reality.
I'm not straying from cannon, so you all can guess what the next chapter would be about. Reviews make me happy, so go ahead review. Help me out with this question, how old is Parker supposed to be in season 12? I figure 14 or 15? And what was that song that was playing in the background in the finale when they had the montage of everyone reminiscing while packing up their stuff at the Jeffersonian?
