Warning, Mature Sexual Content
4. Colliding
Booth slowly stepped towards her, his hands went to her waist and he pulled her against him, gently kissing her cheek, letting his lips trail down her neck and hearing and feeling her shallow breaths. "Tell me to stop or keep going. Tell me now." He whispered in her ear.
"I want…" she stuttered breathlessly. "Keep going..."
He kissed her lightly on the lips once, then twice, and then he slowly and steadily let his lips and tongue explore and taste her. She returned the kiss with fervor and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.
"You're sure?" He asked her. "I want you to be sure."
"Yes, I'm sure… take me to your bed." Her voice was low and raspy.
He took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
They stood in the middle of the room, facing each other and she slipped her blazer off and let it drop to the floor. She reached for his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head and when she ran her palms over his bare chest, she was rewarded with a hum of pleasure. Booth slowly unbuttoned her blouse, taking time to kiss her again, and slid the garment off her shoulders. He lowered the zipper on her skirt and it fell, pooling around her feet. The skimpy panties she wore matched her lacy black bra, and he showed his appreciation by kneeling down and kissing her belly as he helped her step out of the skirt.
When she bent over to unbuckle the ankle strap to her shoe, he growled at her, "Leave them on."
Bones smirked at his audacity as she stood in front of him, dressed only in her bra and panties and high-heeled shoes.
He reached behind her and undid the hooks of her bra and let the lacy garment fall away. "Baby…" he murmured, "You're so beautiful." Her nipples tightened as he cupped her breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over the hard buds. He leaned down, kissing and letting his tongue slide over them, taking one hard tip and then the other between his lips and flicking them gently with his tongue. Bones gripped his arms and sighed with pleasure.
She began to feel an ache deep within her and urged him up, her hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning the fly, tugging them down and taking his boxers with them. He kicked his pants aside and snaked his arms around her waist, the sensation of bare skin on bare skin caused them to smolder. He groaned with pleasure as he felt her gentle strokes and her finger nails playing with him.
"Jesus, Bones… your driving me crazy," he clenched his teeth, grabbing her wrists.
He moved her to the edge of his bed and helped her down, standing between her legs, he slipped her panties off as she raised her hips up. "You never cease to amaze me." He was surprised, admiring the smooth bare skin between her legs.
She look unabashed and knew his approval was sincere by the way his body responded.
"Look at me," he commanded in a low voice. "I'm so turned on right now, I feel like a bomb ready to go off."
"Booth, I want you to touch me," she brought her legs up and placed her heels on the bed. Resting herself back on her arms, she watched as his fingers traced her wet outer folds. He made small circles around her until she started to writhe, and then dipped one finger, then two fingers into her, making her beg "Now, I can't wait, now."
He helped her move further up the bed and took his arms under her knees, spreading her legs and lifting her hips slightly and with one perfect movement he entered her.
They both caught their breaths, savoring the sensation of being joined together. The intimacy was ten-fold, they had finally given in to this need.
She forced herself up and against him. "Yes..." she murmured, her hands on his shoulders. "You feel incredible." She felt overwhelmed by his strength, by his size and by the power he exercised over her.
He slowly rocked in and out of her. "This feels too good," he panted, taking pleasure in every inch of her with every move he made.
"More… I want it, please…" she pleaded. Her cries fueled his lust and he willed himself to stay focused, to keep control.
Like two perfectly oiled parts moving in unison, their bodies collided against each other and their nerve endings were tantalized by their movement. As their pace quickened, every muscle tensed and every thrust urged them to climb further to their release.
Their cries of passion became indistinguishable from each other as their climax coursed and burst through them. Like free falling into waves of beautiful agony, they clutched each other, connected in body and mind, gasping and steadying themselves as their hearts raced.
When they were both spent and their shudders had dissipated, Booth untangled himself from her legs and let them down. Resting on his forearms, being careful not to crush her, their lips found each other again and again. He hovered over her, still breathless, covered with a sheen of sweat and feeling light headed.
She finally found her voice "I thought I was going to asphyxiate, this is, I believe one more activity you excel at."
"Jesus Bones, I don't know what to say." He nuzzled the side of her neck. "Thank you doesn't seem like it would cut it."
They both laughed between kisses, feeling and sharing in the euphoria of the moment.
"Booth… I'm not afraid to love you."
His eyes burning with intensity, "I am not afraid to love you back."
He eased himself out and away from her and she whimpered at the loss, but was touched to see him unbuckle the ankle straps of her shoes and take them off. He lay down next to her and threw a sheet over them and Temperance and Seeley fell asleep in each others arms.
Her stirrings caused him to open and focus one eye on the clock. It was a just past 6:00 am and he yawned and stretched and looked up to see her looking down at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, you looked so content." Bones sat quietly in his bed, leaning against the headboard and sipping on a glass of orange juice. Her hair was tousled and she wore his t-shirt.
"Is something wrong?" He asked raising himself up into a sitting position.
"No, not at all. After all the time we've spent together, this feels surreal. Are you sure we aren't dreaming, is this a coma?" She offered him a drink.
Booth took a drink, the sweet tart taste made him feel more alert. He set the glass down and with one arm he pulled her close. "It's real."
He coaxed her onto his lap, facing him with her legs straddling his hips and slipped his hands under the shirt she wore. She was warm to the touch and he responded to the feel of her smooth skin.
Bones leaned down and kissed him, letting her tongue and lips dance with his. He pulled his shirt up and off of her and tossed it aside, her breasts with their rigid pink nipples invited him to touch and taste. When he took them into his mouth, slightly sucking and using his tongue around them, her head fell back, her reaction aroused him.
"Bones, get up and on your knees" he urged her. "Face the headboard and hang on."
She followed his instructions and he moved behind her. He pulled her hips back slightly and taking his knee, he nudged at her thighs, spreading her legs apart. He placed his hands over hers as she gripped the top of the headboard, his warm breath whispering into her ear. "Baby, can you feel how hard you've made me?" he teased. He proved it to her as he pressed himself against her ass.
"Booth…" She moaned. "I want you, now."
He embraced her with one arm, his hand reached down between the juncture of her legs and his fingers stroked and probed her. Bones met his touch by pushing herself against him.
As he stroked her slick wet petals between his fingers, she squirmed and whimpered. He used his arm to lift her up from her crouching position and when she settled back down he pushed into her, causing her to catch her breath and then moan. "Find the rhythm" he whispered as he moved in and out of her.
She hung on to the headboard and pushed herself back and forth. He met her with his own thrusts as the bed creaked beneath their weight. He felt her grasping for release and taunted her by denying it, instead, whispering encouragements and using his hot breath to tickle her ear. When he knew she was growing more desperate, he quickened his pace and as she started to come, he pinched and pulled one of her nipples, causing her to shout out and thrash against him. He needed nothing further to send him over the edge and he let himself go, giving into the moment and drowning in his own satisfaction. They eventually collapsed on the bed, their limbs and hearts tangled up in each other.
Booth's intensity drove her wild. Bones was never an inhibited lover but she always kept a semblance of control over her own body, dictating and controlling the outcome. But with Booth, there was no control, he wouldn't allow it and she found something in herself she didn't know existed.
For Booth, he had never had a partner who responded to him the way Bones did. Her sexuality and sensuality was intoxicating. After years of suppressing his need for her, the ability to act on it drove him to want more and he felt as though he would never get enough of her.
They lay together, their bodies satisfied, the walls between them having finally come down.
Bones' cell phone rang and she reached for it, nearly knocking Booth off the bed. "Brennan." She answered. "It's fine, I'm awake, really." The expression on her face was filled with amusement. "I'll be there." She closed her cell phone and found herself back in Booths arms. "That was Angela, she wants us to come in and see what was on that flash drive."
He rolled over and started to kiss her again, when his cell phone rang. He followed the ring to his discarded jeans on the floor. "Booth. Yeah, I'm awake." He silently laughed when he saw Bones reaction. "Right." He snapped his phone shut and sat back down on the bed. "That was Angela, she wants us to come in and see what was on that flash drive."
"Whatcha got?" Booth asked abruptly, his demeanor unusually professional.
"The data on the flash drive had been erased, but as we all know, we don't let technology "diss" us around here." Angela bragged.
Bones looked blank, "I don't know what that means" she said, surprising no one.
"It means Dr. Brennan, the good guys win this round." Hodgins smirked.
The scientist and the cop had returned to the Jeffersonian, agreeing to pretend nothing had changed between them. They kept a distance between each other as the team gathered around Angela's computer.
"I was able to find these jpeg images." Angela brought up a screen with photos on it. "This one is of our two murder victims." She double clicked on a photo icon and an image of Jamie Sheraton and Harold Gerber sitting together on a sofa opened. Both wore beach clothing and looked relaxed. "Wait until you see this one." Angela warned. She clicked on another image and suddenly a shot of Jamie Sheraton and Tim Sullivan appeared.
"Holy shit..." Zach uttered.
"You can say that again." Hodgins replied.
"Holy shit.." Zach mumbled. They all took turns looking at each other.
"So what's the connection here, people? What's a former FBI agent doing with a couple of druggies?" Cam asked. Her colleagues looked to Brennan for answers.
"What did you and Sully talk about when you met him the other night?" Booth asked an uncomfortable looking Bones.
"He was quite boastful, he told me how successful he had been chartering his sail boat out, but he was ready to come back and try something new."
"Did he mention any names or places or say anything that you felt was unusual?" Booth looked at her concentrating on the details of the case.
"He offered to buy me something. I thought he was being pretentious, but he said he had been saving his money."
"Let's see here, we have one dead female victim, high on cocaine, another dead male victim with drug paraphernalia, pictures of the two of them together and one of the female victim with your former boyfriend, who has suddenly re-appeared, strung out on drugs and wanting to buy your affection?" Stating the obvious was Cam's way of processing the information.
"I'd say the picture in the puzzle is coming together. " Booth uttered.
