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Some mandatory author's notes:
1. I don't own Bones. If I did, Booth and Brennan would have been married off by series 3, have a LOT more on-screen love scenes and would now have enough childen for at least a basketball team.
2. This chapter is reasonably long (just over 5,100 words not including this bit in bold) and probably the most "M" thing I've ever written (although Chapter 4, already half written, is likely to get a bit steamier yet ;) - have to keep Mrs DharmaMonkey happy!)
3. This chapter contains a considerable number of B'n'B fan fic sexual cliches. I've tried to keep as original and inventive as I can but I apologise if any scenarios seem vaguely familiar.
4. My thanks, as always, to my beta Jenmacun. You are a legend, my Sweet x
Like the trickle of water seeping through a small crack that ultimately causes a dam to break when it's not repaired straight away, the new agreement between Brennan and Booth, to allow themselves what was essentially a holiday fling, opened up a crack. Just a small one at first, that spread...and spread... until it would ultimately unleash an emotional deluge that would change everything between them, and their lives, forever.
But of course, it didn't start that way. It started as an excuse to screw each other senseless for the next three days, at virtually every opportunity, with the get-out clause that once back in DC everything would go back to "normal". But in this situation, spending twenty-four/seven together, no cases and an almost infinite amount of sexual attraction? Every time they had sex, or kissed, or connected with one another in someway, another crack appeared in the dam and they edged closer to the point of no return...
The very first crack that opened was so soon after their agreement that they were still lying naked on the floor after their last encounter.
"So now we've decided we can have intercourse... just for these new few days of course," Brennan felt the need to add the caveat, "I think we should take full advantage of what is clearly a mutual attraction between us and act on it regularly between now and our departure." Brennan was all about enjoying these sort of moments with a sexual partner. She wasn't one to set out to use and abuse the men she slept with, but her golden rule was to make sure what ever she was doing, she thoroughly got off on it, and ideally, they would too. Ultimately, it was all about satisfying her biological urges. There was no point in letting emotions get in the way. They just her caused pain and reduced productivity.
"What did you have in mind?" Booth's eyebrow raised, his voice dropped half an octave and his flaccid member, still just minutes post his last orgasm, immediately started to show signs of recovery.
"Well..." Brennan sat up. "It's all been rather rushed. I think we should attempt to take things a little slower."
"You want to take things slower? After we already...?"
"Not that sort of slower. Clearly, we've already had intercourse, it is somewhat late to turn that clock back..."
"Intercourse? Do you have to keep calling it that?" Booth looked slightly unsure of what to do next. It all seemed rather, well, clinical. For Brennan though, not one to generally take up social cues particularly well, she seemed to have some measure of Booth, so she turned to him, and, with a sultry smile, corrected herself.
"OK, let me re-phrase. I want a long, slow fuck, Booth. I want you to fuck me. I want it long... and slow... and hard. Am I making myself clear enough now?" She ran her fingernail deliberately slowly and firmly down his chest, leaving a slight red mark that took a few seconds to disappear. "Was that more the sort of language you were looking for?" she added pointedly. With that, she stood up and looked down at him, almost goading him into action with a cocky smile. As such, Booth was now prostrate at Brennan's feet, looking back up at her endless legs and the treasures beyond. He didn't miss a beat and responded with his own dirty grin.
"Oh yeah. I think I can help you with that." And with that, a plan to leave her not even remembering her own name immediately formed in his head.
In a flash he was up and in front of her, getting into her personal space, eyeball to eyeball with her, using his height advantage to just impose himself enough on her, though without being overly intimidating. She was more aware of his proximity than she had been at any time since they'd been at the gun range six months ago, even with their recent escapades. That little tete-a-tete had left her quite sexually frustrated that night. Ever since, she'd played out the scenario any number of times in her mind where things had ended quite differently. Whatever pheromones he was giving off right now, they were having the appropriate effect on her. And then he did something she wasn't expecting. He kissed her, very gently, starting with a peck on the lips and then, as her mouth opened, just deepening the kiss enough to make her completely melt into his arms in the way he seemed now able to affect her. For the next few minutes they did nothing but kiss slowly, his hands caressing her naked back as she stroked the soft downy hairs at the nape of his neck. She could feel his erection already pressed up against her stomach, but when she reached down so she could fist his hard yet silky length, he swatted her hand away.
"Not yet," he whispered to her, and held her hands by her side whilst he kissed her again.
Booth was ready for stage two of her seduction. He pulled them both on to the bed and with some gentle manipulation, arranged her out in front of him until he was satisfied. He was almost surprised that Brennan let him take control in this way, but he said nothing, lest he broke the spell. In fact, she already trusted him more than he realised and she was so aroused by what he was doing, her curiosity outweighed any sense of demanded equality.
He started kissing down her body, but took his sweet time in doing so. He tucked her hands behind her back a little so she couldn't touch him, which appeared to drive her crazy, but also seemed to make her even more turned on. He spent a long time on her breasts, moving between them, gently licking and sucking on her nipples, occasionally giving them a gentle nibble. She moaned at the slight sting when he did that, but he kept going for several minutes until she was squirming with impatience. Then he kissed down her belly and towards his goal, but before he reached there, he took a detour to the junction of her thighs with her body, and running his tongue along the edge of her hip.
"Turnabout is fair play, Bones", said Booth as he looked up into her eyes with a grin.
"I don't know what that means."
"I think you do. You clearly know all about blow-jobs. The one you gave me last night was quite something. I know all about returning the favour." And with that, he gently blew over her centre, making her writhe in anticipation. She squirmed again as Booth lowered his lips over her. He hovered for just a moment over that spot and looked up at her for another split second to check they were OK before engaging, and with the smallest nod and an anticipatory intake of breath from Brennan, then ran his tongue over her most sensitive flesh for the first time, making sure her hands were still tucked against her sides by covering her arms with his own.
Over next few moments, the usually sharp Brennan, who could happily reach orgasm during sex whilst, say, plotting out the next chapter in her book, or going over case notes in her head, would forget the following things in the following order:
- The plot-line of the next chapter of her book;
- The details of the Mesopotamian warrior reconstruction she and Angela had just completed before she'd left for Jamaica;
- That there had been a Mesopotamian warrior any time in the last few weeks;
- Where she'd put her apartment keys;
- Her zip code;
- What year it was.
Three times Booth bought her close to the edge before momentarily pulling his head away, leaving her crying out in frustration. And three times he smiled to himself, briefly looked up and saw her face, beautiful and desperate, and re-engaged his tongue, lapping against her purposely until finally - the fourth time - she forgot her name as well, as she fell over the precipice into a happy oblivion.
In that moment, their very different pleasures emerged - her pleasure in his abilities as a lover; his pleasure in seeing her finally lose control and peak after his handiwork... It may have been blatantly sexually driven - but there was that first breach of the dam wall. However good the sex had been already between them, this took them both to another level, the first hit of sexual crack cocaine that started a mutual addiction.
Booth gave her a few moments of recovery time, kissing back up her now sensitised body before meeting her face to face again.
"You OK, Bones?"
"Mmmmmm..." was all she could utter in response.
He gave her what she'd asked him for, mounting her in one smooth action. They locked eyes with each other for the first time during sex and neither could tear themselves away. He did exactly what she wanted - long, hard and slow strokes, filling her pleasingly, rocking against her firmly but gently and covering her entirely; and he enjoying the feel of her body under his, her core tight around him as he thrust into her.
But ultimately, Brennan did not have as much patience as she thought she did, and much as she was enjoying the feel of him inside her, decided it was all going rather too slowly for her liking and he'd been far too patient, so what she thought was for both their sakes, she took matters into her own hands. Using her martial arts training to surprise him, she waited until his centre of balance was at its least stable during an up stroke and flipped them over so she was on top of him. She rode him hard, his hands roaming between her breasts and around her waist as she directed their movements, until they both came, moments apart, almost in a battle of sexual wits to bring the other to completion first. They never lost eye contact until they were done, and both proclaimed themselves the victor of the phoney war in their own minds.
'No patience' he smiled to himself, as she collapsed on top of him and they just lay there, feeling her breathing against him as he was still hard inside her, but Booth didn't care at all. I'll teach her patience over time.' He didn't even allow his brain to correct itself of his temporal mistake.
'So gentle' she smiled to herself as she lay on top of him, feeling his length still hard inside her as she caught her breath against his body. 'I'll teach him some new tricks over time.' She didn't even allow her brain to correct itself of her temporal mistake.
They hadn't given themselves time.
Crack.
The hammock.
They had dragged themselves out of bed, coy smiles, separate showers and dressing as modestly as they both could with their limited wardrobe, avoiding any physical contact, such was the danger of combustion between them.
"Bones, I'm going to read a book for a while. You OK with that?"
"Sure." They both wandered outside, Booth deciding the hammock was the perfect location for reading whilst Brennan chose the chairs from which to continue writing her next chapter. She kept looking over at him, studying him as he read his fantasy sci-fi novel. This soon turned to full observation mode, her writing progress halted in favour of a remote investigation of him, and before long, the former ranger was aware he was being watched.
"What is it Bones? Everything OK?" Booth called over, not seemingly negatively affected by her attention but clearly wondering what was coming next.
Brennan was trying - and failing to avoid the conflict brewing between her head and her heart because she simply did not believe that the heart was capable of making any decision as a muscle. She had to admit though, Booth was getting to her - somehow. It was likely all the pheromones released from their astounding sexual encounters, but as time passed, she was growing to want to be intimate with him more and more, and not just sexually. He was a caring, kind and compassionate soul and the more she saw of that, the more she'd fought the feeling since they'd been working together. But of course she was in denial. 'Must be the tropical heat this time' she thought.
That said, they'd both agreed to this holiday... romance? fling? - so logic dictated that she might as well make the most of it. She gave in to her emotional side that craved his touch.
"I find that I should like to be in closer proximity to you. I believe the appropriate term in this case is 'snuggle.'" Booth sat up and looked a little surprised.
"Really? You wanna come and doze with me on this hammock? That's kinda cute."
Brennan rolled her eyes at him but didn't say anything, got up and walked over. Booth moved across slightly to give her room to climb on - the hammock was clearly built for two, and after some perilous moments rocking side to side as they adjusted their position, Brennan was tucked into him, hand gently stroking his chest, eyes closed as the previous couple of days caught up with her. As her breathing evened out, Booth carried on reading for a while before eventually he too succumbed to their comfortable situation and the half-read book fell on to the floor, his arms naturally wrapping around her as they dozed contentedly.
As they slept deeper, they dreamt. In his dream, they were sharing a life, happily domestic as he danced her round the kitchen - their kitchen, and kissed her over and over as they made dinner together. In hers, he was meeting her at the airport after she'd been away on a foreign dig, swinging her around in his arms at the terminal gate when they greeted, taking her home - to their home, and making love to her sweetly. In both their dreams, their brainwaves somehow synchronised, even though they would never know this occurred - the same statement was uttered by both to the other at the same time.
'I love you.' he told her as he held her in his arms, kissing her face.
'I love you.' she told him as they curled up in a post coital haze.
Whether they knew it or not, a revolution was underway.
Crack.
The more time spent together, more cracks.
A plain ol' dirty romp in the dark of the late evening, the night air cooling their sweat-drenched bodies as they lay recovering from another round of sexual athletics. The trigger had come from Booth whilst they just sat in the bed, Brennan this time reading a book, Booth starting mindlessly at the ceiling, his arms folded behind head.
"Bones... what was that I saw in your suitcase when we were in customs?"
"I'm not sure I know what you are referring to Booth." Brennan said blankly, although there was a hint of teasing in her voice.
"I think you know... I think you know because you gave me a look when you thought I'd spotted it."
"A look?"
"Yeah, a look... A look that said 'Yeah, I'm gonna use that on myself because I can't have you.' That was your Booth replacement sex toy!"
"I'm still not sure I know what you are referring to, Booth."
"Bones, I'm ninety-nine percent certain that you have a vibrator in your suitcase."
"Oh, that." Brennan said nonchalantly.
"I knew it!" Booth exclaimed, glad his eyes had not deceived him.
"I had not been expecting to share a room with you, let alone have intercourse with you. I thought I'd be fairly sexually frustrated watching your naked torso in the water all day every day, so I thought I would let off some tension alone at night. I worked on the assumption that specifically going as your companion, it would be rude to have intercourse with anyone else." Booth slid over, carefully took the book out of her hands and started kissing her shoulder.
"You were thinking about me? That's hot!"
"Come on Booth, don't tell me you haven't done the same. I may be out of step with some contemporary popular cultural references but I'm not oblivious to flirting. And besides, it's not like we've not toyed with each other before;" her mind drifted back to that kiss in the rain again.
"How about you let off some tension now?" he purred into her ear and he slid his hands under her camisole. "I really wanna watch you."
"Really?" Brennan gave a lopsided smile. "Or I have an even better idea. Maybe we can both let off some tension..." Booth suddenly bolted upright and looked alarmed.
"Were you thinking of putting that thing in me...? 'cause I am certainly open-minded but there are some things that are not my bag, Bones!"
"Nowhere internal, Booth," Brennan chuckled. "There are some excellent erogenous zones that can be triggered externally with a personal massager... You are just going to have to trust me..."
...and there they were, forty minutes later, sheets twisted on the bed, naked bodies next to each other, the vibrator somewhere on the floor, still buzzing. Booth rolled over on to his stomach and looked at her, still in a slight daze.
"I did not know that were such great places to use a vibrator, Bones. That was quite impressive. I'm still tingling."
"It is a most excellent instrument to heighten sensation during coitus. Heterosexual men rarely think to use it on themselves," Brennan sighed contentedly. "It can work for both genders."
"You'd better believe it..." growled Booth as he decided he was ready for another round, pulling her on to him.
Crack.
Lazy sex in the dim light of early morning the next day, before the sun truly rose, where he woke her as they spooned, caressing her chest and belly, his hardness against her lower back. It was the most glorious way to be awoken, Brennan decided and she was soon ready for him, scissoring her legs to accommodate him as he moved to change his angle against her to allow penetration. He entered her from behind, maintaining his close hold on her, her hands clasped over his, bonding them together. Their movements were slow and languid, their mutual goal was staying connected to each other for as long as possible, such was the closeness and intimacy it brought. He brought his hand down over her centre and gently massaged, intensifying her experience. She slid her hand over his and just enjoyed the sense of his calloused fingers working against her whilst they moved together.
To any voyeur watching, this would have not been just mindless sex, they were clearly making love.
Again, like a miracle between them, they came together.
Brennan tried to put out of her head how pleasing it felt to have Booth this close to her and how easily she could get used to this. 'Shit.'
Booth tried to put out of his head how quickly he was falling in love with her. 'Shit.'
Crack.
A day in the Blue Mountains.
A bright sunny dawn, breakfast at the house (finally) where they ate heartily, before picking up their rental bikes from their host, who kept a supply of reasonable quality machines for his guests. Booth and Brennan headed down to the convenience store where they picked up supplies for the day and headed out, swimming costumes under their clothes, bikes attached to the roof of the hire car. It was warmer that day and by the time they'd parked and cycled the twelve miles or so to Reichs Falls where they'd aimed to have lunch, they were ready for the break.
When they got there, they paid their ten dollars at the entry kiosk but otherwise the place was deserted, as Brennan's guide book noted it could be out of peak season.
"Probably wise if we swim before eating, Booth."
"That sounds sensible." They stripped off to their swimming costumes, left their possessions in rented lockers and splashed into the water, horsing around in the clear waters. It was truly peaceful and there was literally no-one else about but for the falls caretaker and a couple of ladies selling corn and soups on the riverside. Booth watched Brennan in yet another of her bikinis, showing her shapely form to him. He wasn't sure if it was better or worse now he knew what was underneath.
"This place is beautiful," Brennan sighed as she stopped splashing for a moment. It wasn't often (aside from Booth's apparently magic mouth and hands) that she could completely forget about work and all her demons.
"Yeah." responded Booth, but he was mostly still captivated by Brennan.
"You wanna check out the caves behind the waterfall?"
"There's a cave?"
"Yes Booth, I always do my research. There are three caves; one, Mandingo, has a natural whirlpool."
Sure enough, Brennan was correct. Booth grabbed Brennan's hand and they carefully climbed long the slippery path and along the various cascading mini-falls until they reached the Mandingo cave and climbed in to the pool. It was dark and peaceful and the water warm and caressing.
"The review I read said that the three caves under the falls are where lovers often go for 'quiet time,'" Brennan said, quietly, as she wrapped her arms around Booth's neck and pushed him back against the ledge of the pool. If it hadn't quite gone so far against her nature to do so, she would have felt it... romantic.
'Lovers... I guess we are for this trip...' "How long do you think we would have before someone else comes in?"
"I didn't notice anyone else in the immediate vicinity so I would guess at least ten minutes. You are the qualified ranger though, Booth. You would know the indicators better than me."
"So I think we have time for this..." and he kissed her passionately. They made out for a few minutes before Brennan pulled away from him. She fidgeted about with his lap for a moment before she managed to pull out his hardening cock from within the confines of his shorts. For a moment he looked worried. She tried to reassure him.
"Booth, it'll be fine, we've just discussed, there's no-one about, it'll just be a swiftie."
"Quickie, Bones."
"Precisely." she smiled, confidently. She climbed on him, pushing the crotch of her her bikini bottom over to one side and the next thing they both knew she was impaled on him. She took an experimental thrust and it was all he could do not to moan loudly at the combination of being inside her, her doing the work plus the warm water around them. Brennan started to gently bob up and down on his cock, all the while they kissed, tongues mimicking what was going on under the water. Every so often he would put his head down to her breasts and suck her through the bikini material. This pushed her to speed up, the gentle bobbing turning into a more aggressive bounce. Booth let her control the pace and positioning, but this position worked well for both of them. Brennan soon felt herself ready to climax and Booth encouraged her with a whisper in her ear:
"Let yourself go, Baby..." He only realised his affectionate slip after it had left his mouth.
At least she didn't make any sort of negative immediate response, but then, to be fair to Brennan she was in the throws of what appeared to be a fairly significant orgasm and from his recent experiences with her, he was capable of reducing her to a whimper. She kept going through the duration of her spasm, by which time, Booth himself was very close to finishing. She kept her rhythm going and soon Booth was joining her. She stilled in his arms and they kissed a final time before she slipped off him. She readjusted her bikini and he put his now sated and softening penis back in his shorts. She turned in his arms and reclined against him in the water, leaning her head back against his chest and he, wrapping his arms around her.
"This is nice."
"Yeah. I understand why that review mentioned 'quiet time.' It really is peaceful here." He kissed the side of her neck. "I'm glad you came with me, Bones."
"Me too, Booth. Just one thing. Don't call me Baby." Booth smiled into her hair. It was probably too intimate for her, certainly at this stage in their relationship. Oh my God, what am I thinking?
"I can't promise that in the middle of sex, Bones." He said solemnly before sniggering.
But neither of them would address what was really happening between them...
Crack.
The shower.
"Wow, that was a long day. I ache all over."
"I concede that my legs are weary from the cycling and swimming... and sex."
"...Do you wanna take a shower, Bones?" Booth looked lustfully at her.
"The waterfall wasn't wet enough for you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"We haven't tried this shower together yet." Booth pulled off his t-shirt and board shorts and stood, now naked, behind her, snaking his arms around her, his growing hardness pressing into the small of her back. "We promised ourselves we would make the most of these opportunities whilst we were here. Besides, I did get you pretty dirty in the whirlpool." Booth smirked, though Brennan couldn't see his expression behind her.
"That's true."
"So...?" He tugged on her bikini top gently.
"So...?" she smirked as she stood in front of him, his attentions turning to kissing the nape of her neck which was exposed by her pony tail, still tied up from the cycle back to the car. She was distracted enough that she didn't notice him unclasp her top and it fell in front of her.
"Booth!" she laughed as he proceeded to peel down her bikini bottoms from the sides, pinch her now naked bottom and chased her into the shower stall. She turned on the spray and the water gushed out of the huge shower head, once again, built for two.
"Too cold! Too cold!" squealed Brennan uncharacteristically and she danced around as they both fiddled about with the temperature gauge until the water heated up to a pleasant warmth.
Now more comfortable and becalmed, she turned into him and they pressed up against each other, kisses placed randomly about each other's shoulders and chests. She grabbed some shower gel behind him and lathered it up in her hands before massaging it over his body.
"Give me some of that," he chuckled and did the same to her. They washed each other slowly and thoroughly - much more thoroughly than was required for hygiene reasons. "Now we need to rinse all the soap off," teased Booth.
"Yes we do," murmured Brennan and they stood kissing under the tumbling water without doing much of anything for a while.
"It's the darndest thing," said Booth, sliding his hand down over her mound and teasing her slightly, causing her to moan at the touch. "Not sure I have you clean enough yet." With that, he got on his knees in front of her and licked his lips. "I have to give this area..." he narrowed his eyes..."...a lot more attention."
Brennan backed herself up to the solid wall and braced herself as Booth indulged himself in her wet heat, the water still cascading over them both. By the time he was finished, she was completely and utterly in his thrall.
Crack.
A simple kiss after dinner.
Their last night, a drive to back down near the beach. Lots of long, lingering looks and touching fingers over their meal at an intimate, candlelight establishment, and some discussion of previous cases, with a tiny bit of teasing and bickering thrown in. Once again, it was comfortable and to anyone looking in from the outside, very romantic. These two were a couple completely in love. If only they knew it.
The bill paid, Booth walked round to pull out Brennan's chair.
"Really Booth, you don't have to be so antiquated."
"Nothing wrong in being a gentleman." Knowing they were in a safe place, he offered her his hand, which she somewhat reluctantly took. But she didn't let go, either.
"Let's take a walk on the beach, Temperance."
The breeze was warmer down at the coast, the tropical heat more apparent at the lower altitude. The partners strolled along the sand, hands entwined. The gibbous moon had grown a little older and therefore a little larger in the sky.
"Moon's big tonight."
"Yes, and sitting fairly low above the horizon. Aside from the moon's waxing increasing the percentage of the moon's surface we see being lit by the sun, allowing for our position nearer the equator, the earth's atmosphere being slightly thicker here, and the additional atmosphere the light has to pass through being so low in the sky, gives the illusion of a larger object. The same applies to the sun at sunset." At some point in the last few seconds they'd stopped walking as Brennan had explained. She glanced over at Booth, who was stood watching her, fascinatedly.
"What? Do I have something on my face?"
"No." He smiled at her fondly. "You just look quite..." he shrugged, "...beautiful. And I love how you explain stuff." Brennan actually blushed and was glad that the moonlight helped hide her reaction.
"Oh. Thank you. I do have symmetrical features, which makes me more generically attractive to a potential mate, though of course modern humans do appear to have developed some element of preferred 'type'. You usually prefer blondes based on your previous partners."
"But the only person who I can see standing here with me right now is you, and let me tell you, you are definitely not blonde." He couldn't help but smirk a little. Brennan said nothing and pursed her lips slightly.
Sensing she was perturbed, this was the point that Booth decided that actions spoke louder than words and he wrapped his arms around her, delivering the sweetest of kisses to her lips. Brennan couldn't help but be swept away, and she responded in kind. They were left in a dreamy haze of each other and the seductive sound of the ocean pulsing back and forth onto the beach, whilst the moon lit up the incoming waves, tiny crests at their tips gently lapping the shore as they rolled in.
Crack.
They had been completely sucked in to each other's vortexes. There was absolutely no escape.
But they were still delusional. When they headed back to the hotel for the last time, both tried to push the impending reality as far away as possible. Tomorrow, it would all be over. They were going home.
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