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Scene 4 - It Happened One Night
Booth reached for her as he did every night when she magically appeared in his bed and his dreams at the same time. His hands gently stroked down her arms until one settled on her elbow and the other worked its way to her hip, pulling her soft, warm body toward him until her voluptuous breasts flattened against the hard muscles of his chest. He shivered as a soft sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips and drifted over his neck and her lips began to nuzzle the same spot. With a low groan, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as his head lowered and he sought her lips with his own. He meant to kiss her gently, to take things slowly tonight, but as the first taste of ripened berries exploded on his tongue, he became voracious for more. His lips descended, pushing hers apart, his tongue entering and plundering the sweet recesses of her mouth. God, she was sweet and he wanted more. Always more. He could never get enough of her.
Brennan sighed. She felt so warm and safe, as she always did when surrounded by Booth. His arms, his strength, his scent. He visited her bed often, just because it happened to be when she was asleep, she didn't see this as a reason not to take advantage of those visits. When his lips touched hers, she simply opened her mouth, urging him to take the kiss deeper, no longer caring this was just a dream, abandoning herself to the flood of pure sensations he roused in her yearning body. Running her hands across his well defined pecs, she gasped as his tongue plunged into her mouth like an outlaw taking what he wanted. Her core tightened and flooded with moisture as his tongue imitated what she so desperately wanted Booth to do to her. Plunge inside, her mouth and her body, over and over again until they were both too satisfied and exhausted to move.
Booth groaned softly as his hand ran over the soft, silky skin of his partner's abdomen, slowly making its way toward the luscious mounds he was almost desperate to feel, touch and taste. His other hand was buried in her silky, auburn strands tilting her head slightly so he could deepen the kiss he couldn't seem to give up, even to move on to other parts of her delectable body that he so desperately wanted to explore. He'd had her in his bed many times since they first met, always in his dreams but never had he felt this drugging pleasure as her mouth opened under his, inviting him in to explore and conquer. Never had her skin felt this unbelievably soft. Never had her soft groans and whimpers of arousal resonated in every cell of his body, traveling to his hard on with lightening speed and making him so hard he hurt. With a growl, his hand went from her abdomen, smoothing across the firm globe of her ass, down the back of her thigh to her knee, raising it to rest across his hip.
Finding his nipples with her nimble fingers, she tweaked them lightly, greedily swallowing his groans of pleasure as her fingers continued their exploration of his spectacular chest, lightly brushing across his abs and moving lower toward the erection she could feel pressing against the inside of her thigh as his hand traced from her hip to her knee, lifting her leg atop his and pressing his straining erection against her throbbing core. Whimpering in need, she wrapped her leg around his hips, trying to pull him closer, her hands racing over his muscled chest, back and abdomen.
With another growl, his hand went back to her hip, tilting her pelvis just enough to allow the length of his erection to firmly rub against her wet folds, desperately looking for a little relief from the throbbing ache in his groin, but there was no relief to be found here. Only heat and moisture and need. God, a need he hadn't even known existed at this level, but he knew it now and he craved release from the throbbing ache that had invaded every cell of his body. Her nails sinking into his ass as her hips bucked against him put him over the edge. With no thought other than finding relief from the hunger riding them both so hard, he rolled her onto her back, settling himself firmly between her thighs.
Brennan was in the throes of a passion she had never even come close to before, her dreams of Booth's lovemaking were always hot, but this was incredible. He made her body ache, need in a way she had never needed before. In a way he and only he could satisfy. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed but was too hot to care about things such as decorum. She only cared about Booth easing the ache he had created. Then he was there and she whimpered her gratitude as he glided against her aching core, her shorts so minute they weren't even noticeable except for the extra friction they provided against her clit. Moving her hands to his ass, she unconsciously dug her nails in, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have him inside her.
Rolling her onto her back, she shuddered as his cock made long slow strokes, grazing her clit and sliding along her slick folds. He wasn't inside her yet, but it wasn't going to matter she realized feeling the first flutterings of orgasm deep in her womb. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she tilted her pelvis and held on, riding out the storm of the most fabulous orgasm she had ever experienced, calling out his name as she stiffened and shuddered under his big, hard body.
Booth was desperate to get inside this woman and relieve the firestorm ravaging his body, but he couldn't seem to get there. And it wasn't going to matter, he knew as he felt her stiffen and shudder under him, calling his name as she came. It was enough to send him over the edge. He couldn't stop jerking against her core as his thighs quivered and his balls tightened, sending him into the most pleasurable orgasm of his life. He whispered her name against her neck as he came, collapsing almost immediately on top of her.
Short minutes later, Seeley Booth opened sated brown eyes and looked down in confusion at his partner who appeared to be attempting to push him off of her so she could breathe. What the hell was he doing on top of Bones? Rolling off of his partner, he watched as she snuggled up next to him, breathing his name in her sleep, much as he had heard his name being called just minutes earlier as she came apart in his arms. No, that's not possible, he assured himself. Just to be certain, he quickly looked under the sheet, breathing a sigh of relief when they were both still clothed, telling himself it had just been a very vivid dream. He was so convincing, he almost believed it until he felt her hand smoothing down his chest to his abs and lower and knew with absolute, utter certainty that her hands on him earlier and his on her had been no dream. Practically springing from the bed, he was just lucky Brennan was too sated to move or he would have been explaining the unexplainable to her and not just to himself as he bolted to the bathroom.
What the hell had happened? Oh, please, buddy, don't even try to pretend you don't remember, chided his conscience. God, yes, he remembered every hot, sinful moment, but he had practically molested his partner in her sleep for Heaven's sakes, and he couldn't really feel good about that. Really, so she told you no? Fought you off? Didn't derive any satisfaction from the encounter herself? No, No and yes, she came but, dammit, that's really not the point here, he silently grouched, stripping off his very used underwear and stepping into the shower.
What is the point? His conscience questioned several minutes after Booth had gratefully thought he had been left to wallow in his sins in peace. The point is that I touched my partner inappropriately while she was asleep. It was a violation on the most basic level, he insisted. And you don't think it was even a little her fault for insisting you share a bed? No, of course it wasn't her fault that I practically attacked her. As I remember it, she didn't exactly keep her hands to herself. Yeah, he remembered that part, too, a little too well as his penis grew fully erect at the memories of how she had touched and kissed him. Dammit, he should be feeling awful about what had happened between them, not getting hard at the memories and wondering how long it would be before he could touch her like that again. So why don't you, feel bad that is? Booth frowned as he worked shampoo into his hair. I don't know. Oh, please, dude, even you're not that stupid.
"Hey," he barked aloud, his conscience having overstepped its boundaries. Great, not only had he molested his partner in her sleep, he was now having a discussion with himself about it. This was certainly turning into an eventful morning. You can say that again, he thought with a smile as his thoughts drifted back to his dream. Catching himself just in time, he jerked his mind back to the present. What the hell was wrong with him? What he had done had been very, very wrong and it absolutely could not happen again, he vowed. That one's easy, his conscience snickered. Easy how? Booth's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Just tell her what happened, she'll kick your ass to the curb and viola, problem solved. Maybe I will, Booth muttered internally. He really didn't want Brennan to kick his ass to the curb, but she did deserve to know what he had done and that he was sorry. He ignored the snickers on this point and made up his mind. Yes, he would tell her everything as soon as she woke up.
He held firm to that resolve until, he opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom just in time to see her rising from the bed. And looking like a goddess with her sleep tousled tresses and sleepy blue eyes looking him over appreciatively reminding him he only had a towel wrapped around his waist as he had forgotten to take his clothes into the bathroom with him. Smiling warmly she moved toward him and he stood frozen in his tracks.
"Good morning, Booth. Did you sleep well?" she stopped directly in front of him, obviously waiting for his response, he just had to force his eyes up from her chest before he could give it.
"Yeah, uh, Bones." Noting she was looking at him oddly, he got himself under control. What he needed to tell her couldn't just be blurted out, he would have to work up to it, but he would tell her, he got that little dig in at his conscience before returning her beaming smile. "Good morning," his mouth continued to move but instead of the Sleep well? he had intended to ask, "Sweet dreams?" came purring out of his mouth instead. Her eyes widened slightly before she gave him a wicked smile.
"Actually, yes, Booth. Very nice dreams," scooting around him, she went to the closet, grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom, never looking back or she would have noticed that Booth's eyes were glued to her ass which was almost indecently uncovered where her shorts had worked up during the night. Not to mention his hands manipulating the shorts in an attempt to get in her pants, which brought up the second reason he was glad she didn't look back. She couldn't have missed his renewed hard on.
With a frustrated groan, he walked to the bed dropping down on his back, arms spread wide. God, what was he going to do? He sure couldn't tell her about their dream sex, not now, when she had practically admitted she enjoyed it as well. She would surely kill him if he told her now. He would just have to make sure it didn't happen again, no matter what he had to do. He also needed to get himself a new conscience, he decided as his was beginning to sound like the devil himself, laughing hysterically at Booth's vow not touch his partner again.
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