This one turned out more porny than cracky, so consider yourself warned – it's very much M rated, and maybe even a bit on the kinky side.

Written for Rachg82's prompt: Phone sex. B/B. Perhaps Booth needs "help" at the sperm bank. Or they're just horny sometime during season 6 & their defenses are lowered, whatev. Either way.

I went with option #2 – the story is set sometime in the (hopefully near) future of the show…

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The Love on the Line

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"Booth."

"Hi, it's me."

"Bones, hi – is everything okay? Isn't it the middle of the night over there? Where are you?"

"I'm fine, Booth; I'm calling from my hotel room."

"So how are you? How's the conference going?"

"I don't want to talk about work."

"Bones, are you sure you're all right? You sound kinda strange."

"I can't do it anymore, Booth."

"…what do you mean? Are you -"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you – I'm not talking about our relationship."

"Okay, that's a relief."

"I'm talking about our decision to go slowly as far as the physical aspect of it is concerned."

"You thought it was a good idea."

"Rationally, I still think it is, but – I'm afraid I've reached a point where I'm not thinking rationally any more."

"Bones – "

"It's a perfectly natural reaction, of course – considering our strong emotional connection and the fact that I've always found you extremely physically appealing, I expected my body chemistry to adjust accordingly, and I was able to deal with it while I was in your presence because I managed to focus on the emotional aspect of our relationship. But now that I haven't seen you in more than a week…"

"Wait a bit – you're calling to tell me that you're horny?"

"To such a degree that I can't concentrate on my work anymore, Booth, and that's just not acceptable."

"And you called me to tell me this – why?"

"To be honest, I thought you'd be a little more flattered."

"Uh, I am, I guess… it's just that I don't see what I can do about it right now, what with me being on the other side of the Atlantic?"

"I knew I could count on you to help me out."

"I – what? Did I just agree to something?"

"I thought that was obvious."

"Bones, just to make sure I'm getting this right – you're calling me from your hotel room in the wee hours of the morning because you want…"

"I believe the technical term is 'phone sex', even though there's no actual intercourse involved."

"…"

"Booth? Please say something."

"…oh my."

"Does that mean you agree?"

"You're going to run up one hell of a phone bill."

"It's probably still cheaper than employing the services of an escort agency, don't you think?"

"Not funny, Bones."

"Plus, it might be tricky to expense a rentboy."

"Bones, stop it already! You win, okay?"

"You mean you'll do it?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you promise never to talk about rentboys again. Just give me a moment…"

"What are you doing?"

"Um – locking the door?"

"Oh – I didn't expect you to have Parker during the week."

"Don't worry about it. So, erm – what exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want you to tell me about your favorite sexual fantasy."

"Bones, that's – that's one hell of a personal request!"

"Too personal for two people who are about to enter a physical relationship?"

"Okay, point taken. Still – Bones, I'm not that much into dirty talk."

"You mean you don't like it, or you're not used to your partner asking for it?"

"Second option, I guess."

"Well, then I suppose it's time you start getting used to it, because I tend to be vocal about my sexual desires."

"…yeah?"

"You read my books, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I thought that part was mostly Angela."

"Booth, Angela makes suggestions, she doesn't write my books!"

"So… does that mean that I already know your fantasies?"

"Just the heavily edited version."

"…oh God."

"Booth, are you still there?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I don't think you'd be comfortable with hearing my uncensored fantasies at this point in our relationship – but if you're willing to tell me about yours, I promise that in return, I'll give you a detailed description of what I'm doing while I'm listening to you."

"Oh God."

"You just said that. Would it be easier for you if I got us started?"

"…I guess?"

"Okay, just let me put you on speaker… there. I'm currently in bed, wearing nothing but that old Flyers t-shirt you left at my apartment a few years ago."

"You still have it?"

"I wear it to bed quite often these days – I like the idea of feeling something that has been in direct contact with your bare skin against mine. Plus, it reaches down to my thighs, so I don't need panties underneath."

"Oh…"

"Besides, panties would only get in the way right now. I'm going to leave your t-shirt on, though – I'm currently stroking my breasts through the fabric, and I like the way it caresses my nipples."

"…"

"Was that enough to get you in the mood?"

"Uh… yeah. So you really want my favorite wanking fantasy, right down to the dirty details?"

"Especially the details, Booth. Where does this fantasy take place?"

"In my apartment – I'm in my leather recliner, you know, the one I got from Pops when he moved into the retirement home?"

"Yes, I know. What are you wearing?"

"Just a pair of boxers, and… I'm feeling pretty horny, and I'm considering whether I should just jerk off then and there or hit the shower, but then the door opens, and you storm in all huffy and worked up because there's something I did …"

"Can you specify?"

"Nah, it doesn't matter – the only thing that matters is that you're standing there glaring daggers at me with your mouth all pinchy and your hands on your hips. You're wearing your lab coat and those granny glasses from the case on the airplane, remember? And you've got your hair done up in that no-nonsense scientist way, but then you shake it out and take off the glasses, and you're stalking towards me like a cat on the prowl…"

"Still in my lab coat?"

"Oh yes."

"I'm running the fingers of my right hand through my pubic hair now… it's a little damp already. Are you all right, Booth? You sound as if you have trouble breathing."

"Yeah, uh, everything's fine. Where's… I mean, what are you doing with your left hand?"

"It's under your t-shirt, touching my breast and scratching my thumbnail over my nipple."

"You like that?"

"Very much."

"Duly noted. Okay, moving on – you're walking towards me, and you're not saying a word, you just have that glint in your eyes that tells me I'd better not cross you. You're going pretty fast – you're pulling my boxers down and straddling me in the chair before I really know what's happening. I'm reaching for your lab coat, but you slap my hands away and just hitch it up –"

"Am I wearing anything underneath?"

"Not a stitch, and I'm just staring and hoping you'll touch me or something, but you brace yourself against my shoulders and… basically just impale yourself on my cock."

"So you're hard?"

"God, yes, and you – you're so tight, and wet…"

"I find I'm extremely wet already, Booth – I'm rubbing my clitoris with the fingers of my left hand and run the fingers of my right hand around the opening of my vagina, and it's all wet and slippery…"

"Bones, you're killing me here."

"In your fantasy?"

"Yeah, there too – because you barely move, you just clench your muscles around me and tell me this is just to get me in the mood, but not yet to get me off, and then you get up and take my hand to pull me out of the recliner."

"I'm sliding two fingers into my vagina… three now, because I love the sensation of my vaginal walls being stretched – and I've seen you naked, so I know you'll have no trouble doing that once I finally get to feel you inside me."

"Bones…"

"I need you to keep talking, Booth."

"Okay, right – so now you're sitting in the recliner, or sprawling, really, with your arms above your head and your knees spread wide…"

"And my lab coat still hitched up?"

"Oh yes – it's not at all ladylike, but it's hotter than hell. I get rid of my boxers and kneel between your legs, and you finally let me undo the buttons, and there's nothing but skin underneath. Your breasts – you've got the most perfect breasts I've ever seen in my life, Bones, and I touch them and kiss them and take the nipples in my mouth… and you tell me in that deep, throaty voice that you want me to taste all of you, so I'm kissing my way down your chest and stomach down to – to your pussy, and you start moaning when I run my tongue over your clit, and then I push my thumbs inside you and hold you open while I suck your clit, and you grab two fistfuls of my hair and tell me to go faster because you're that close to coming…"

"I definitely am, Booth – I've turned around and am now lying on my stomach, rocking against the heel of my hand, and I'm holding on to the headboard with the other hand to give myself better leverage because I need more pressure, more friction – I'm so wet at this point that I can feel it trickling down the inside of my thighs…"

"Bones, baby, let me hear you come – imagine it's my hands touching you…"

"I – oh God, oh yes…"

"Jesus, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life."

"I promise… it will be much better… once you don't have to hear it over the phone."

"Do you have any idea how it gets to me to hear you talking in that breathless voice?"

"I find… that I'm in dire need of oxygen right now, Booth – it was a very intensive climax, but we're just getting started."

"You mean you want another right away?"

"Most healthy women who are sexually uninhibited and know their own bodies well are capable of multiple orgasms, Booth."

"And suddenly I wish I was a woman."

"Really?"

"Nope, unless I could be a lesbian so that I'd still get to have sex with you. – Are you laughing at me?"

"I'm laughing, but not at you, Booth. I didn't mean to break the mood – "

"Nah, it's okay, I want to savor this… because, you know, I'm not a woman, so I can't just keep going if I finish too soon."

"Are you saying that you're mas-"

"Bones, can we please lay off the clinical terms for now? I'm sitting here with my pants around my knees and my hand around my dick, cut me some slack!"

"Oh."

"What, you thought I'm doing paperwork while I listen to you getting yourself off?"

"I wasn't really thinking about it, but I admit that I prefer the idea of you getting some gratification out of this too. Can we go back to your fantasy now, please? I've put a pillow under my hips and am now rubbing myself against it, and the fabric feels really nice against my skin…tell me how you achieve orgasm in your fantasy."

"I – uh…"

"Booth, you should know by now that I'm very open-minded when it comes to sex, so whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Okay, I – you're sitting up, still panting and shaky from coming so hard, and then you bend down and lick up the length of my cock from base to head, and it almost melts my brain that you're tasting yourself on my cock… and I think you're about to go down on me for real, but instead you slide out of your seat and turn around, so that you're kneeling on the floor with your upper body resting on the recliner…"

"…and my ass in your face…"

"Yeah, pretty much – and you tell me to fuck you so hard that you can't walk straight for a week."

"Will you do that when I come back, Booth? Fuck me so hard I can't walk straight?"

"God, baby, anything you want… I'm kneeling behind you, and – you see, I know that in reality this needs some preparation, but it's a fantasy, okay? So I push inside – you know, from behind…"

"You enjoy anal sex?"

"I, well – I only tried it once… I mean, Rebecca wanted to try it, and it turned out she didn't like it much, but – yeah, it was incredible."

"It stands to reason that you would find it stimulating, considering that the rectum is much tighter than the vagina. Why did you just do it once, if you enjoyed it so much?"

"Apart from that one time with Rebecca, none of the women I've been with suggested it, and… I guess I never had the nerve to ask for it."

"We'll have to work on your hesitancy to express your desires."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Besides, plenty of women enjoy anal penetration."

"You mean you do?"

"None of my former sexual partners was amenable to the idea, but I'm definitely willing to give it a try."

"Bones, I'm not going to last any longer if you keep saying stuff like that."

"That's fine, Booth – I'm almost there again, so keep talking. You – you're pushing inside…"

"All the way, until my balls are pressed against your ass – and then I pull out again and start fucking you in earnest, and you trash about and tell me to go faster, harder… and I reach around to touch you, to press my fingers against your clit…"

"Just like I'm doing now – keep talking, Booth, I'm – ohhhhh…"

"Oh God – I can feel you clenching all over, and you're screaming my name, and then I'm coming too, so hard that I… that I almost… oh God, Bones…"

"Booth?"

"…yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"Never better, baby, just a little shaky. That was – wow."

"Very much so."

"You all right, Bones?"

"Definitely, although I guess I need a shower before I'll be able to sleep."

"Yeah, I could use one too – I'm drenched in sweat."

"You're still in your clothes? Why don't you just take them off?"

"That's probably… not such a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because my horny genius got the time difference wrong."

"…you mean you're still at work?"

"Yep."

"Please tell me you're not at your desk."

"Locked myself in one of the observation rooms – you know, soundproof and with all the recording equipment trained on the room next door."

"Your presence of mind is remarkable."

"Especially considering that there wasn't much blood left in my brain at the time. Stop giggling, it's not funny."

"It is from where I'm sitting, Booth. Well, lying, really, because I think I'll need a few more minutes until I can get up."

"Tell me about it – too bad I have a meeting with Hacker in fifteen, so I'd better get cleaned up."

"Booth?"

"Yes?"

"We're done 'taking it slow' now, aren't we?"

"Oh yes, definitely."

"When I come back next week, I want you to pick me up at the airport, take me home and screw my brains out."

"Count on it, Bones."