The Bones In The Lab – Part 3
Brennan sighed, put her plate on the coffee table and turned to face him, although he noticed she wouldn't look him in the face. "I've been writing fan fiction, Booth."
He looked at her, stunned, again. Jeez! How many times in one day can a guy get shocked like this before it takes a toll on him? Wait…Fan Fiction? Uh oh…
She looked at his stunned face and giggled. She loved shocking him. Of course that was nothing compared to how shocked he'd be if he read some of the stuff I've been writing. Hmmm…I wonder if I should let him read it. Maybe then I'd find out what he really wants from me. I'm so tired of wondering if I'm reading him right. Argh! I wish I were better at that! She decided to come clean and tell him everything. Well, maybe not everything… "You see, I recently found this fan fiction website called The Lab and I've become rather engrossed in reading the stories that some amateur writers have been posting on it." Mainly because they are stories about us and those writers are having us do all the things I wish WE really WERE doing! "Some were moving stories from someplace called the OBY. I'm not sure what that means, but I'm gonna have to go to that site if they have more stories like the ones I've been reading. Actually, I shouldn't really call them all amateurs. Some of them are quite talented. I have a few favorites that I just can't seem to get enough of like Bonesfan and TempestJo and Trussell and Jev_666 and Zazuu and"
"Bones!" he interrupted her partly because he couldn't believe the words she was saying were actually coming out of her mouth and partly because he was shocked that they had the same favorite authors. Mostly it was because he wanted to find out what her screen name was, but he had to do it in a way that wouldn't make her suspicious otherwise she'd never tell him. He had a niggling thought that he might know it, but wouldn't let himself think it fully because it was just too good to be real. "Just get back to the story. Wait. Don't you have to give yourself an ID on those sites? What did you pick?"
"Well…I've actually posted a few of my own under the screen name BoneExpert101. I thought that was very apt because I am a bone expert. Actually I am the foremost bone expert in my field."
Booth shot up off of the couch and started pacing the floor. He just couldn't believe that those incredible hot and impossibly erotic stories about them had come from her! What the hell? Is that what she wanted? Was she having those kinds of fantasies about him, too? Booth was reeling from everything she had just told him. Then he thought of something. "Bones? The stories you posted…are…are they about Kathy and Andy? Are you just testing your storylines to see if you should put them in the book?"
"Um…not exactly, Booth. They don't really have anything to do with my books. They're a little more personal than that, but I just couldn't stop myself from posting them on that website. I thought it was the perfect place to write out some of the fantasies I've been having the last few years without anyone really knowing it was me writing them. In the last couple months my fantasies have gotten really intense and I needed an outlet for them. I've always been able to use writing as an outlet for my passions and so I decided to write about my fantasies and I thought it would be interesting to see what others thought about them. The Lab seemed like a good place for it. In fact, one reader in particular seemed to really get into them. Some of the responses I've gotten from him were quite…intense." She knew he was going to want to know this man's screen name, but there was no way she was gonna tell him. If she did she knew Booth would immediately hunt down SecretAgentMan007 and shoot him. He was far too protective of her. She knew it was the alpha male in him and if she were honest with herself she would admit that most of her fantasies stemmed from him acting on his alpha male tendencies. It really was hot sometimes, especially when he went all federal on a suspect. She was really blushing now and couldn't even look at his shoes, let alone his face. Oh God this is humiliating! I can't believe I'm telling him this! What must he be thinking of me? At least he hasn't read them. And I can go delete them before he can get home and look them up, because I KNOW he will try to find them!! Oh this is really very embarrassing.
Booth had stopped pacing and was now standing right in front of her. He couldn't believe that she had been fantasizing about him in exactly the same way as he had been dreaming and fantasizing about her for that last five years. But he knew it was time to man up and put a stop to this dance they had been doing. It was time to tell her how he felt. Time to let her know that she wasn't alone in this. Time to push them past the boundary of 'just partners' and friends. She was his best friend and he loved her to the depths of his soul. It was time to tell her the truth.
He knelt down in front of her and with his finger under her chin he turned her face up to him. She let him turn her face, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.
"Bones. Look at me."
"I can't, Booth. I…I'm too embarrassed. I can't imagine what you must think of me."
"Bones. Look at me. Please, Baby."
As soon as he called her 'Baby' her eyes shot up to his. He had only ever called her that one time. And she didn't think he had even known that he had done it. That was part of what had caused her fantasies to escalate. He had said it when she had gotten stabbed in the arm by the Harbinger doctor and her heart had started to hope, until he had broken it that same night. Now that endearment was like a salve to her heart that had been breaking ever since he told her he only loved her in an 'atta girl' kind of way.
"Bones you have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"But Booth…you don't know what I've been writing about…what I've been fantasizing about." At this she tried to turn her face away again, but he cupped her cheek and made her look at him.
"Bones. Baby, I do know."
She looked at him, confusion all over her face. "But…but…how? How could you? That's impossible! Oh God! Did you get on my laptop? Did you read what I wrote on my laptop? Booth how could you?" She was more embarrassed than angry. How on earth was she going to explain this?
"Bones! No! I didn't read them on your laptop." He sighed. Time to come clean. "I need to confess something, too. I wasn't cleaning today when you called."
"What? I don't understand. Why did you lie to me?"
"I'm sorry I lied, Bones. I was embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? Why Booth? If you weren't cleaning then what were you doing?" She grinned suddenly as a thought occurred to her. "Were you masturbating, Booth? Is that why you seemed out of breath and didn't have any clothes on?" Her eyes were like saucers as she said this. She didn't really think he was going to tell her he was masturbating but she couldn't resist baiting him. The thought of catching him in the act of pleasuring himself, even over the phone, excited her and caused her mind to bring up multiple images she had created of that very thing.
The look on her face went straight to his groin. Ok…so she apparently isn't appalled at that thought. Here goes nothing! "Yes, Bones. I was."
She gasped. "Booth? Why are you admitting this to me? You are a prude. You never talk about sex and masturbating with me." She couldn't help but giggle as he turned six shades of red at her statement.
"Bones, I am not a prude! I never liked to talk about that stuff with you because I knew if I did then I wouldn't be able to control myself and that would just freak you out." God this conversation is getting out of hand. I need to get back to the point! "Bones, just listen, ok?"
"Ok Booth" she said, still grinning at him.
"The reason I said that I knew what you had written, what you had been fantasizing about, is because I am…" he hesitated.
"You are what, Booth?"
He looked her in the eye, took a deep breath and told her. "I'm SecretAgentMan007 and I was reading your stories today." His words all came out in a rush and he half expected her to haul off and slug him.
"What?! That was you?! But the things he wrote…the things you wrote as a response…it was obvious that the stories…excited him…I mean you." She was looking at him with an expression he couldn't read.
"Look. Don't get upset, ok? I didn't know you were the one that wrote them! But damn, Baby, those were Hot! I couldn't stop myself from…well…you know. And that's what I was doing when you called." He felt so ashamed admitting that to her, but he wanted no more secrets between them.
"Booth, I'm not upset. I'm just…well…Booth you really liked what I wrote? It didn't offend you? Well…of course not, I guess, if you found it stimulating enough to use as a tool to help you to masturbate."
"Bones, will you please stop talking about masturbation? Yes. I found them very stimulating, but not just because of what you wrote. It's because I've been having those same fantasies…about you." He stopped and closed his eyes and prepared himself for the beating of a lifetime. But when it didn't come he opened one eye and peeked out at her, not sure what to expect. He sure didn't expect what he saw.
She had started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Bones? Wh…what are you doing?" His eyes were glued to her hands as she continued down the row of buttons. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Well, Booth, I would think that a Special Agent such as yourself should be able to figure out when all his fantasies are about to come true. Unless, of course, you are all talk and can't bring yourself to actually follow through on what we've started here. Is that it, Booth? Are you all talk and no action?" She couldn't help but grin at the shocked look on his face.
He pulled his eyes away from her hands to look into her eyes and a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh no, Baby. I've got one more thing to say to you and then, if you'll still have me…I'll be ALL action."
She threw him a sexy smile and asked "What is it, Booth? What do you have to say?"
He took another deep, steadying breath, locked his eyes on hers and said it. "I love you, Bones. And there's nothing about my love for you that's anything like an 'atta girl' kind of love. You are my heart and my soul and my very breath."
When he saw the smile that spread across her face he knew that it would be ok. He knew that it was finally time to act. He stood up, took her hand in his and walked with her to her bedroom. Before the sun rose that next morning, they had both fulfilled many of each other's fantasies and declared their love for each other in words and in actions.
The End of my story…The Beginning of theirs.