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IV. The Find in the Museum
"Bones? Hey Bones?"
Turning around the corner, Booth was greeted by yet another empty room. Granted, it was a sunny day, but usually the lab wasn't that deserted on a Friday afternoon. Fishing for his cell, he hit speed dial. She answered on the second ring.
"Bones, are we playing hide and seek?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Where are you? First you make me come here, then I cannot find you."
"I'm in the Egyptian exhibition. Take the elevator to the second floor and follow the signs."
"You call me away from work to play with some mummies?"
"You were very busy avoiding paperwork and playing 'Mad Birds'."
"Angry Birds."
He could almost hear her triumphant smile.
"Damn it." And then, "I'm coming."
He took the stairs instead of the elevator and, a few minutes later, he was greeted by a clean kind of dust. It smelled old here, very old, and the displayed sarcophagi and statues gave him the creeps. His footsteps echoed in the vast hall, louder than they should even be. As far as he could see, the exhibition was currently closed for the public, and in the dim light, the artifacts cast spooky shadows on floor and walls. Shadows that were moving somehow...
"Bones?" he croaked, and, just in case, he pulled his gun out of the holster.
Behind him, he could hear her stern voice.
"You wanna shoot Tentkhonsu's coffin?"
He turned around with a dignified expression on his face, holstering the gun.
"Of course not. But this is the stuff horror movies are made out of, okay?"
She turned on her heels and disappeared around one corner.
"You watch too much TV."
His feet hurried to follow her.
"Bones? Bones! What are we doing here? You lured me to this chamber of horrors for a reason?"
"I always do things for a reason."
Finally, he could see that she had entered a brightly lit room with a lot of boxes. No creepy mummies around, thank you very much, but then his eyes registered her attire, and he frowned. She was wearing a gray coat he had never seen before. It ended right above her knees, emphasizing her long legs, clad in stockings which led to sinfully high heels, but her face, her face...
"Why are you wearing glasses?"
"All the better to squint with."
Huh?
"And... your hair...?"
He regarded the prim bun with a puzzled expression on his face, but, turning around, she busied herself with the open box on the table.
"I thought you could help me to catalog some new exhibits."
"Help you?"
Taking three long strides, he crossed the distance to her, one tentative hand touching her neck.
"Bones...?"
His voice was a soft question, and, unseen by him, she hid her smile.
"Everything okay? You're strange somehow."
She bent over the table to examine a golden cat figurine, the roundness of her buttocks brushing against him, and he sucked in a breath. Had she done that on purpose? One gentle shift later, he was sure that she had, and, stepping even closer, he leaned over her shoulder as if to look at the artifact in her hands, pressing his whole body flush to hers from behind.
"I found her in a museum," she finally uttered in her clear voice, and he stilled perplexedly.
"Sorry, I'm at a loss here."
"You used to say that a lot. In the beginning."
"Bones... I said some stuff in the beginning that I'm not proud of, okay?"
"I know. But that particular phrase was wrong, just plain wrong. Annoyingly so."
"Well, technically, the Medico-Legal Lab belongs to a museum," he retorted, his breath tickling her neck.
"The Jeffersonian Institution is more than just a museum. Also, you made it sound as if I was a dusty artifact myself."
"Bones... You are not... you are..."
She turned around, and, as close as he was, her whole body was pressing against his in the process. Putting her head back, she removed the old-fashioned glasses, looking at him with no barrier between them.
"I'm not some kind of find," she simply stated, and, suddenly, his cheeks were burning hot.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, as she lifted her hand, toying with his shoulder holster. Her eyes were dark somehow and difficult to read.
"Tonight however," she continued after a while, "you did find me in a museum."
And it finally sunk in. Welcome fantasy!
Taking a deep breath, he braced his hands on the table behind her, encircling her with his whole body.
"I did. And you're not what I expected."
Her confidence wavered for one second.
"I'm not? But there's the hair, the glasses, the coat..."
Lowering his head, he took a whiff of her scent.
"No," he murmured. "You look right. Too beautiful, of course, but you did a good job hiding it. It's just that underneath the disguise... you're something else. I can feel it. You don't belong here. Don't belong to dusty mummies."
"Where do I belong to?"
Her voice was a scratchy whisper and he hummed.
"Dunno yet. You know, I just found you. Maybe we should take a closer look."
And with that he grabbed the front of her coat, and, instantly, the snaps gave way, revealing... revealing-
"Holy shit, Bones!
He whistled.
"That is not an outfit for a museum. Is that even a dress?"
It was black and lacy, that thing she wore underneath the gray coat, revealing more to his dark eyes than it covered. His gaze flew over her curves and back to her face. Her very flushed face.
"Wanna catalogue your find?" she asked almost breathlessly, and, after his heart had skipped a beat, his hand landed on her hip, following the shape of her body further upwards.
"Hmm. Female. In her thirties. Caucasian. 5'8. Approximately 140 pounds."
"135."
He chuckled before burying his fingers in her hair, loosening the pins in her bun until the dark mass of curls fell freely over her shoulders.
"The find is in excellent shape. Beautiful bone structure. Stunning proportions. I believe the common phrase would be 'sexually alluring'."
Now it was her turn to chuckle.
"See, Bones, I know how to talk squinty."
"You really do. Even though there isn't such a thing as talking- oh!"
His mouth had found that sensitive spot right below her ear, sucking gently, and, with his hand sliding around her back, he pulled her even closer against his hard body.
"There is," he whispered. "Talk to me."
"What... what shall I tell you?"
"Who is Tentonskupu?"
Snapping for air, she recalled some facts.
"Well, Tentkhonsu was... a noble Egyptian woman who participated in temple services and festivals. Her coffin is richly, oh, richly decorated in an attempt to... to establish her superior status in the... in the afterlife. Booth..."
The tip of his tongue traced her collarbone ever so lightly, and she sucked in a sharp gasp.
"You're far more exciting than an old mummy, Bones," he murmured against her skin, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"There's a number of people who would disagree."
"They're blind or gay, then."
One leg parted her thighs, and her flimsy black thingy rode up even further, exposing the hem of her stockings, exposing the creamy smoothness of her skin.
"Bones?"
"Hm-hmm?"
"How alone exactly are we?"
"If you don't count mummies, very much alone. But, just in case, leave your holster on."
She winked at him, and he laughed out, leaning in to brush his lips over hers.
"Just in case, huh?"
Her mouth was pillowy and warm under his, lips parting almost instantly, and, within seconds, the kiss turned from soft to serious. Using the strength of his left arm, he lifted her onto the table top, pushing the golden cat aside.
"Careful. Very old," she uttered.
"And very ugly."
"Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder."
"Nuts. Beautiful... you are. The cat... not so."
"You're neither objective nor respectful, Agent Booth."
"And I'm not sorry, Doctor Brennan."
"Shut up and kiss me again."
"Your wish is my command."
Supporting her neck with his palm, he pulled her head down, lips finding hers anew, and Booth was drowning in the intoxicating sensation that had always been kissing Brennan. Even when he had not known her, when she had just been an annoying smart-ass scientist lady, kissing her had always reduced him to something ancient... and maybe it was fitting that he finally got his chance to have her here, in this house of logic and history, surrounded by artifacts as old as his longing for her.
He thought about the way she had intimidated him so long ago, her disguise of reason and facts, thought about the cracks in her shell that had, eventually, allowed him glimpses of the mystery that was this woman. At first sight, she might look as if she belonged here, but at second sight... She was like the prim gray coat and the sinful dress underneath.
Cold and hot.
"Iceland," he murmured between kisses, his lips curving up, and even thought she didn't understand the context, she got the reference; got it and kept silent because, sometimes, talking is overrated... and so she kissed him, silky licks, gentle nips; and longing spread out in her belly, longing clouded her mind.
The smell of history mingled with the spicy scent of him, old mingled with new mingled with old, and when she opened the cocky belt buckle she knew so well, her hands were as impatient as his reaction to her.
'Outstanding specimen," she couldn't help but thinking as her palm closed around his velvety length, and he was pulsating in her hand like a heartbeat... only different.
If – in another universe, another time, another future – a picture or statue of Booth was displayed in a museum, there would only be one way to label it.
Man.
"Bones," he sighed into her hair, as she fisted his hardness, hot puffs of breath caressing her auricle.
"Bones," he pleaded, as her teeth found his earlobe, biting ever so lightly.
Using his last ounce of strength, he forced himself to take a step backwards, panting heavily, his brow covered in sweat, as he stood in front of her. His pants somewhere around his ankles. His fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.
She wriggled impatiently, outstretching one hand.
"Come back..."
"No... Cannot. Yet."
With a sigh, she lay back on the table, precious cat be damned, her hand disappearing between her legs. He regarded her with wide eyes.
"Don't you dare!"
"Then come back," she purred, and he observed how her eyes dropped shut, as her fingers moved in a sensual dance.
"Bones," he growled, watching like mesmerized how she pleasured herself, an exhibition more exciting than any museum had ever seen, the bright light hiding none of her movements, nothing of her beauty.
Two heartbeats later, he was between her legs again, capturing her hand with his own, and, this time, it was her and his fingers that pushed her panties aside, his and her fingers that dove deep into her achingly hot body. So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect...
"Booth," she panted, her head rolling around on the table, and he twisted his fingers inside of her, caressing her even deeper.
Bending over the table, over her, he used his free hand to push some curls out of her face, her beautiful face, and he watched in awe how pleasure changed her countenance, all the while touching her so intimately.
"The find reacts to touch," he whispered, and she would have laughed if she hadn't been so busy reacting.
Then he was gone again, and a helpless whimper left her lips, but, before it had even subsided, he dropped to his knees, burying his head between her legs, just breathing her in.
"Booth... please!"
"What please?"
"Just... something..."
Lifting his head, he drank in her body, so willingly displayed for him, and, carefully, he tugged her panties down her legs, bypassing stockings and high heels, deciding to leave them on.
"Let's see how the find reacts to oral stimulation, shall we?"
It wasn't really a question, but she nodded nonetheless, and he blew softly over her overheated flesh, like he always did, like he always would.
"The find reacts poorly to teasing," she answered sharply, and he laughed out; laughed out before lowering his head for real, kissing her as intimately as ever possible, sucking her into his mouth, rubbing the flat of his tongue over her whole length, reducing her to a boneless puddle of need.
"Booth..."
Using his hands to spread her even further, he held her open to his caress, creating turmoil and soothing it, keeping her close to falling, close to the brink of something amazing, so close, oh so close. And, then, he pushed just a little bit further, pushed his tongue into her, pushed her over the brink and into the abyss, an abyss so bright and dark... and, suddenly, she was flying; flying on a cry, flying with a shudder, and he was kissing her, licking her, keeping her right there, taking and giving and cataloging her reactions.
And when she could think again, when she could blink again, he was there, right above her, his eyes searching hers, as he joined them, joined them with strength and tenderness.
One. Piece.
A moan, his or hers, weak limps wrapping around each other, bodies connecting in an age-old rhythm.
And it was perfect.
She had barely recovered, but she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her body helpless against the onslaught of sensations he was creating inside of her, his strength rushing through her insides until she could feel him everywhere in her and around her.
"Bones," he groaned, as his movements lost their finesse, and she cupped his buttocks with both palms, pulling him even deeper into her welcoming heat, kissing his throat, licking his pulse point, just feeling him, here and there and everywhere.
"Let go," she whispered into his ear, "come to me."
And, like it had happened so often before in the history of men and women, he trembled in her arms, almost violent shocks coursing through his body until there was nothing left to give.
Nothing but the sweet embrace of sated love.
One golden cat being the only witness.
-BONES-
Half an hour later found them freshly showered in her office, thank God for her private bathroom, and even though she was back in her regular clothes, her face was still glowing in that rosy way he loved to put there.
From his place on her couch, he watched her packing her shoulder bag, and something was gnawing at him.
"Bones?"
She looked at him with a questioning smile.
"I never thought you were some kind of find. You're way too lively, way too spirited."
Interrupting her task, she walked towards him, taking a seat on his lap without much ado, eying him sweetly.
"I know, Booth. Besides, I have some very fond memories of the Egyptian wing that center around you."
He joined in her smile, thinking about the boy with the bleeding heart.
"You almost kissed me."
"You almost kissed me."
"You were so wonderful that night."
"Were?"
Her eyebrows wiggled playfully, and he swayed her in his arms.
"Are. Always are."
With a giggle, she let him kiss her, but, behind his back, she cast a glance at her watch.
"Booth, we have to go. I don't want Christine to be the last child to be picked up. The last child always looks so abandoned."
He twisted his face.
"Right. Let's hurry. We could grab a pizza on our way home."
"Sounds good. Although the nutritious value of pizza is highly questionable."
"Hmm... We could always eat salad and tofu tomorrow to make up for it."
"Now you're luring me with the promise of tofu, but tomorrow is has slipped your mind. I know your tricks!"
His chuckle vibrated in the otherwise silent room, and he put his arm around her shoulder, as they made their way outside.
"You do. Still... pizza?"
Her arm sidled around his waist.
"Pizza it is. But just so you know, tomorrow we will have tofu and salad for dinner."
"I cannot wait for the day when our baby will look at you, saying, 'Yuck! Tofu. Don't poison me, Mommy!'"
She slapped him unceremoniously.
"Don't you dare instrumentalizing our daughter!"
He laughed even harder.
"You're cute."
"You're infuriating."
"I love you, Bones."
She grunted, but then her face softened.
"I love you, too."
And the lab was silent, as they walked into their weekend.
Into the sun.
To be continued.
