A/N: Here's some more you smut vultures, you. I suppose this one's not as graphic as the others. There's not a lot of dialogue. I felt like they needed to show much more than they needed to tell in this episode.
I hate to break hearts, but there won't be anything new this weekend. I'm going out of town for the weekend. However, this may be good news. Since I'll be spending the weekend with family I'm sure to come back all angsty and irritated, which in turn lends itself to more smut writing!
We'll be revisiting Season 1 next time by special request from cmol8806!
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Tag for 05x01 The Harbingers in the Fountain
Bones: What did you want to tell me?
Booth: That I love you... In a professional, 'atta girl' kind of way.
Bones: 'Atta girl' kind of way? Right back at'cha Booth. I love you too. 'Atta Boy.'
Exactly what in the hell were you thinking, Seel? 'Atta Girl'? Where the fuck did that come from? If you really were the alpha male she so often accuses you of being you might have actually had the balls to tell her you love her. And not in an 'atta girl' way. You're a dumbass.
Booth's inner monologue continued to berate him all the way to his apartment. He deserved it. He knew he did. He'd been in love with her long before that brain tumor. Apparently it takes a near death experience for Seeley Booth to admit to himself that he might actually be in love with his partner. Except he couldn't admit it to her. At least not outright.
By the time he reached his apartment he was more tense and angry than when he'd gotten in his truck to leave. He'd done a lot of stupid things, but this really topped the list. He was in love with her. In love with Bones. His Bones. Cam's warning rang in his ears. He should go with his lion heart, but he'd better be sure. He was sure. He was.
Brennan was just confused. First he'd shown up in that pit in the middle of the night to ask her to do something. She was certain he'd come down there to say something else entirely, but she couldn't figure out what that might be. Then again before they'd parted ways tonight, it seemed like he'd intended to say something more. She kept replaying their interactions scanning her subconscious for any clues she might have missed. Booth was a complex man.
Brennan had long since changed into pajamas and curled up on the couch with an Anthropology journal when she heard the ever familiar buzzing of her phone. Hoping it wasn't a case she opened up a new text message from her partner.
'Still up? Need to talk'
What could possibly be so important that he needed to talk this late at night?
'Can it wait until tomorrow?' Came her reply.
Almost 20 minutes passed before his reply came. He didn't know what else to say, so he went with something simple. 'Please?'
'Okay.'
Five minutes later Booth's distinctive knock came at her door. Either he was already there when he texted her or he'd made record time. Brennan got up to let him in.
BB
Booth took a tentative step into his partner's apartment. They regarded one another cautiously. Booth was clearly on edge and Brennan didn't want to risk setting off that explosion. She shut the door behind him and sat back down on her couch curiously eyeing Booth.
He was tense, it was obvious in his posture. He'd moved from the place he'd stood when he came in but only to pace Brennan's living room. She could see he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to start.
"Booth." She said gently, hoping to break his apparent trance without startling him.
His head snapped up to look at her.
"I...uh." He couldn't force the words out. His lion heart had turned into that of a frightened kitten.
What if she rejected him? What if she laughed at him? What if she did both? He'd spent years peeling back her layers and was suddenly realizing he really hadn't revealed all that much about himself. What if she didn't like who he was behind all of his baggage.
"It was so real." He sighed.
Brennan watched him carefully. "What was real, Booth?"
He hesitated, "The dream. It was so real." He stopped pacing and made his way slowly toward Brennan.
"Booth, it's late. We both have to work tomorrow. Whatever it is, just tell me." Brennan was tired, she just wanted to go to bed. She was tired of playing his games. This definitely wasn't the first night he'd shown up at her apartment late at night simply because he had nothing better to do.
"I'minlovewithyou." It all came out as one word.
"Yeah...in an 'atta girl way,' I thought we covered that already tonight." She frowned. It hadn't yet occurred to her that he'd said he was in love with her. Why had he come here to tell her this? Why did he insist on toying with her feelings for him. Well, first of all, he probably didn't realize she had feelings for him because she tended to compartmentalize, especially when it came to Booth.
"NOT in an 'atta girl way,'" he grumbled. He sat down in the chair across from the couch and scrubbed his hands through his hair.
"Booth, what are you trying to say?" Wait...did he say he was in love with you? Brennan mentally rewound their conversation and replayed his confession. "Booth..." she said gently, only to be cut off.
"You know what? Just forget it. Forget I came here. Forget I said anything. Just forget all of it." He wasn't angry. He wasn't even surprised. He'd drawn that line all those years ago and she'd simply done as he asked. Booth stood up and started toward the door.
Just as Booth's hand closed around the knob he felt a small warm hand on shoulder holding him firmly in place. "Booth."
He turned around to face her, eyes glittering with unshed tears that he sure as hell wasn't going to let her see. Her hand came to rest on his chest, but slowly made its way up to his face to cup his cheek.
Brennan didn't know what to say to her partner. She didn't know how to tell him that it was okay. That she loved him too. Well, you could just tell him, Temperance. It's not like you've ever been anything but direct. She still couldn't make the words form on her lips, so she did the next best thing.
One minute Booth was looking at his beautiful partner, willing himself not to cry because he'd been an idiot and admitted something he was certain she didn't reciprocate. The next minute he found himself pushed up against her front door her lips on his and her hands exploring his body in a decidedly un-partnerly way.
When they finally came up for air Booth couldn't even form syllables. He just stared at Brennan in pure unadulterated happiness. Before Brennan could change her mind Booth pulled her back into him for another kiss. This time he pushed her toward the couch. He laid her down gently and quickly crawled over top of her not wanting to spend any more time not touching her than he had to. They had a lot of time to make up for.
"Booth..." She moaned.
Oh Shit. He thought. She probably just realized what was going on.
But before his inner monologue could catalog her probable reasons for calling out to him she said something else.
"Bedroom. Not the couch." She said breathlessly.
Booth smiled and silently thanked God. "Anything you want."
The trip to Brennan's bedroom was not a quick one. On their first attempt they didn't even make it past the living room. She stopped to push him up against the wall and stroke him through his pants. One long hard stroke was all it took to send Booth's body into uncontrollable shudders. "Bones," he almost yelled her name. They got a little further on the second attempt making it to the kitchen table where he boosted her up and ground his hips into hers while he took off her shirt and bra. On the third attempt they made it to the wall right outside her bedroom door. This stop was punctuated by the sound of his Cocky belt buckle hitting the floor as she rid him of his pants. Another long, hard stroke through his boxers ensured he was ready.
They made it to the bedroom. They missed the bed. Booth pushed her down into a chair that sat near her closet. He finished stripping them both. He found he much preferred Brennan's yoga pants to jeans. Much easier to remove. He knelt down before her and pushed he legs apart. She watched wide eyed as he bent down to taste her. As soon as his tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh her hands made their way into his hair holding on for dear life. He teased and licked and nipped until she couldn't stand it anymore. "Faster, Booth." He tone was a warning. He, however, had other plans.
Not in the mood to wait—she'd waited long enough, thankyouverymuch—Brennan pushed him back in one smooth motion so he lay on the floor beneath her. She explored his body with her mouth, kissing and sucking everything except the one thing he wanted. Finally he pulled her up to him so he could kiss her. As his tongue explored her mouth he rolled them so he was over top of her and in control again.
"Seeley Booth. If you tease me you will not get what you want tonight, I swear." Her threat was breathless but he knew she'd make good on it.
He lined himself up at her core and slid in slowly. He made a couple shallow thrusts, just to tease her, before sliding home. She moaned at the pressure he created as he filled her up. Her hips bucked to meet his. He set a slow rhythm, he didn't want it end.
Not one for slow love making Brennan was enjoying this. The feeling of him inside her was better than she'd ever imagined. Even the almost painfully slow rhythm managed to build up her orgasm. "Harder." She moaned into his ear. She hitched her legs up around his back and he withdrew and plunged back into her. "Again." She pleaded. He complied and was rewarded with the feeling of her release squeezing his cock in a rhythm that was sure to take him over the edge.
He rode out her orgasm kissing her and tracing the line of her jaw with his tongue. When she finally relaxed he started the slow rhythm once again. This time it was him being driven to the edge. Her walls were still clenching every now and then bringing him closer and closer. He picked up the pace to take her with him. Her hips met his over and over as he found a rhythm that fit them.
Brennan was sucking at his neck and shoulder. Her fingernails were leaving scratches along his back as she held on for the ride. "Faster." She pleaded as she felt herself spinning out of control. He picked up the pace and just as she fell over the edge he found himself falling with her with no edge to hang onto.
They collapsed into a heaving heap on the floor. Booth wasn't sure he could move even if he wanted to. He shifted his weight so he wouldn't crush Brennan and reached up to grab a pillow to put under her head.
Their breathing evened and eventually Booth found that his muscles seemed to be working again. He kissed Brennan softly on the forehead and shifted to get up. She moaned quietly as he pulled out and the pressure subsided. He took her hand and pulled her up into him, his arms encircling her waist. They stood there in companionable silence until it seemed they'd fall asleep that way.
Eventually Brennan broke their embrace and took Booth's hand pulling him gently toward the bed "Stay." It wasn't a question. She shut off the lights and crawled in next to him curling into his side so that she could maintain as much contact as possible.
Booth's breathing evened out and she was fairly certain he was asleep, but that didn't make it any less true. "I love you too, Booth."
