Disclaimer as usual. All characters property of Fox.
Quarantine
Bones lay awake that night. Booth was asleep, his body getting rid of the sedative and getting ready to fight the infection. But Brennan couldn't sleep. Her skin was so sensitive it hurt to lie on the bed. She sat up, dragged her duvet onto the floor and lay on it, the hardness of the floor in some way negating the tingling of her skin.
She was better than before; her fever had slowed and her temperature was down a couple of degrees, but it was still high. Above all she still felt the need of another human being. She'd resisted all day firstly because Booth had refused and then when he'd become ill, she'd been too worried to think about or acknowledge it.
Brennan was not alert enough to realise that she had spoken her thoughts aloud. But her half-coherent mutterings had been enough to wake Booth, whose sedative, unknown to Brennan, had worn off some time ago. He opened his eyes and sat up. His eyes were still dilated, but his fever wasn't as bad as Brennan's. Confusedly he came up to where she lay on the ground and lay down next to her, pulling his duvet with him.
As he did so his arm brushed up against Bones. She was only wearing a camisole top and the resultant skin-to-skin contact sent an electric jolt straight through Bones' body. She let out a small moan and arched her back.
At the sight of her Booth couldn't stop himself. He reached out and stroked her neck. 'Bones,' he whispered.
Whether it was the fact that he'd managed to instantly locate one of her pleasure centres, or that it set her skin on fire, it tipped Bones over the edge and snapped her self-control. With another moan she straddled Booth and started kissing him fiercely. Immediately, Booth responded and began kissing her back.
In the observation room, unnoticed by the couple below, the nurse who had just come in to take the readings backed silently away from the screen and hit the privacy button. Some blinds slid smoothly over the clear screen completely blocking the view of the room. The nurse allowed herself a small smirk and went to report to the doctor.
Meanwhile, Bones and Booth were still passionately exploring each other with their lips, shedding their clothes as they went. Without meaning to, they'd shifted so that Bones was underneath and Booth was leaning on an elbow, his other hand running up and down Bones' back. For his part, he didn't know what the hell Bones was doing with her hands as they seemed to be roaming his body. Everywhere, actually, except...
Oh. Wow.
He didn't even know she could do that with her hands.
And they were still kissing.
He'd never last if she carried on like this. Time to turn the tables.
Booth pulled away from Bones, who gave a small whimper of loss and grabbed her hands. She struggled lazily but Booth, remembering her reaction at the beginning, started kissing her neck. As he thought, all resistance stopped immediately.
He began to work his way down until he reached her breasts. At this point he released her hands and brushed his fingers over her lips. He felt her smile, and it was everything he'd ever fantasised about.
He took each nipple in his mouth, one at a time, slowly, lazily, then gently blew across them so that she could feel the sensations he felt when she was near. He was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure and he allowed himself a smile.
But Booth was not done yet. Bones watched as he made his way to the one part of her body that was aching the most and with a skill she'd never have believed if she'd been able to form a coherent thought, began to use his tongue in a way that brought her screaming and shivering over the edge in a matter of seconds.
As Bones began to collect her shattered mind together, only one thought stood out.
She wanted Booth, now.
Almost as though he could hear her thoughts (actually, he could, she was still slightly feverish and prone to muttering), Booth kissed her cheek and carefully entered her.
They began to move together, slowly at first and then suddenly Booth sped up as first he and seconds later Bones came apart, shattering into each other as she left four deep scratches in his back. They went unnoticed as the couple crashed down onto each other, panting gently.
Booth disentangled himself and rolled onto his back, next to Bones. She was slightly flushed and her eyes were half closed. He thought she looked beautiful.
He grabbed the duvet that had been kicked out of the way and wrapped it around them. For added measure, he put his arm round Bones. She snuggled up to him in an almost submissive gesture and he fell dazedly into unconsciousness thinking about the woman on his shoulder.
This is my first sex scene. Please review!
