Thank you again for the great response to this story. I am working on several stories at the moment, but have decided to place this one at the top of the list to have a chapter a day until it is finished. IN this one we see stage four. Bones makes it even more personal and works Booth into a frenzy. It's a real "hands on" experience for him. Let me know what you think!
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"Booth!" Angela said loudly right next to a sleeping Seeley Booth. She'd stopped by the Hoover Building to drop some papers off for Bren who had been snagged into a Director's Conference at the Jeffersonian. Booth was out cold at his desk, his face being held up by his right hand as he slept the sleep of the dead. He looked wiped out.
"I'm working I swear!" Booth shouted as he jolted awake. He looked around and then saw Angela standing next to him. "Very funny, Angela," he said as he yawned.
"I think so," she said with a small chuckle. Bren was going to love hearing about this. "So what's the matter, Stud? Get lucky with Bren last night?" She knew exactly what had gone down the night before and had been laughing her ass off ever since Bren had told her that morning. She could well imagine the look on Booth's face as the conversation went from a detailed inventory and lecture about Bren's sex toys, to a long, and fairly one sided, talk about Bren's period.
Booth shuddered at the thought of what he'd endured the night before. Then to add insult to injury, when he'd gone to confession and explained the whole thing, plus confessing his impure thoughts, Father Mitch had actually laughed in amusement. All before telling him he was a real sex pervert, of course, and assigning a few dozen Hail Mary's as penance. Booth had always thought Priests were supposed to have compassion. Father Mitch, a great guy for the most part, was seriously doing harm to that idea.
"Not funny, Angela," he ground out. "I haven't slept at all for two straight nights. I swear Bones is trying to kill me."
"No she's not, Sweetie," Angela assured him. "She's just being herself. She latches onto a subject and works it into the ground. You know that."
"I've spent two days learning more about sex toys than I ever wanted to even dream of, let alone be interested in," Booth complained dourly. "And what the hell gave her the idea that I ever wanted to know anything about her period? I'm almost afraid to have dinner with her tonight at her place."
"Another dinner at her place, huh?" Angela said, going along with everything.
"Don't start, Angela," he groaned. "I'll be there, and I will be the good friend I've always tried to be."
Angela did have sympathy for the man. He was, after all, a very special friend for all of the team at the Jeffersonian. She also knew that Bren had to make sure in her own mind that this was real, and making Booth be the one to eliminate the line, even though Bren was pushing him in that direction very blatantly, was extremely important to the stubborn Forensic Anthropologist. That meant that Booth was going to suffer a bit. In some ways, in Angela's opinion, he deserved it for creating that ridiculous line in the first place.
"Things will get better, Booth," she told her friend.
"I hope so," he moaned. "I'm pretty worthless like this." Then he grinned one of his mischievous grins that all women loved to see. "At least I got a pretty good sight last night. Those shorts and tank top of hers were HOT!" he said with a wink.
Angela laughed. "Good to see that it wasn't all torture," she commented. "I need to get out of her and back to work. Talk to you later, Booth."
"Bye, Ange," he replied. Angela was fun, but he did wish that Bones had been able to bring the papers herself. Tired or no, frustrated or no, she was still the one person, outside of Parker, who could brighten his day just by being there.
Booth approached Bones' apartment door with a certain amount of trepidation. The last two days had been a virtual hell. For some reason Bones' had spent the time discussing sex toys and implements, and then actually showing him her toys and said implements before moving the discussion to a somewhat long winded talk about her period. He was exhausted, to say the least, but he was also unbelievably aroused on a near constant basis. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. When she opened the door a few seconds later he knew that he was in for a very long night again. Bones was standing there in a short, white satin robe.
"Come on in, Booth," Bones said with a smile. She noticed his nervous expression, and the slightly widening eyes as he took in how she was dressed.
"I hope Thai is alright," Booth said with as much of a normal voice as he could muster, all the while taking in the sight of Bones. "Am I early or something, Bones?" he asked.
"No," she replied as she turned to walk back into the apartment, a little sway to her hips.
Bones was looking forward to this evening. Once again she was making this a bit more personal that the previous stage of her plan. Actually this stage was a lot more personal. Tonight was massage night. She had decided to see how he was at a long, slow back massage considering how wonderful his neck rubs were. That was why she was in the short robe. Once they'd had dinner, it was show time. Until then, he could enjoy the sight of her bare legs that showed from the bottom of the short robe all the way to the floor.
Booth was able to relax a bit. Despite the thoroughly arousing display of Bones' legs, and the really sexy robe she had on, it was a dinner that had no discussions of sex toys, implements, or sex in general. Ever since the original discussion of sex toys during the search at the suspects home, he had been giving serious thought to ending the line between them, and having an honest discussion with Bones about maybe dating. Granted, he would be facing an uphill battle because this was Bones he was talking about, but if she could be won over, then it would be worth it. She was obviously becoming more comfortable with him if the last two days was anything to go by.
The two of them did the dishes and chatted about almost anything that came to mind. Bones was playing it very smoothly as she didn't want him having a heart attack too soon. She wanted her massage, after all. She smiled as she thought of that, and also the stage that she would be putting him through the next day.
"Can you finish these last few dishes while I go do something real quick?" she asked.
"Sure," he smiled at her.
Bones walked out of the kitchen with a small groan of her own. That man's smile was too powerful. If her plan worked and they began a relationship, then she was going to make damn sure that he only displayed it to her. The green specter of jealousy was alive and well in her, and while she was uncomfortable with that, she knew it was useless to fight it at this point. She went into her bedroom and got a lightweight exercise mat and some other items that she had set aside earlier. Moving them into the living room, where she had already moved the coffee table, she spread out the mat and set down the supplies, along with a couple of towels.
"What's all this?" Booth asked, eerily remembering a similar question he'd asked the night before and hating the answer.
"You're going to give me a massage," Bones told him, with her back to him. She untied the belt holding the robe closed and slid the robe off, revealing that she was completely nude beneath it. She laid face down on the mat and continued, not looking up at him knowing he was probably in shock at the moment. "I have a standing appointment with Marta, my masseuse, each week but she's not in town this week. You're so good at those shoulder rubs, I was hoping you could give me my massage this evening. I have the oils right there."
Booth was staring incredulously at his best friend. His very naked best friend who was laying face down in front of him showing him the whole backside of her gorgeous body. His half-erection immediately went to full mast and was almost painful. She had the most perfect ass he'd ever seen on a woman, and her breasts were pressing outward to the side as she lay face down. He gulped.
"You're naked, Bones," he said in a very high octave. He was all the while praying for some self-control so he didn't tear off his clothes and fuck her senseless. A man could only take so much after all.
"Of course I am, Booth," she said lazily. She was once again mentally enjoying every second of this. The nudity was not something that she would be bothered by anyway since she was very comfortable with her body, and she trusted him implicitly. If Booth was going to have sex with her, he would not lose control and take her like this as if he was some kind of rapist. Marta's call the day before letting her know that she was out of town had been the perfect timing as it gave her the idea for stage four. "It's how I always get a massage. I've really been tense all week, Booth. Please give me a massage?" she asked him. She wasn't lying. She really did need the massage, it was just that this time it would be given by Booth. She was already deeply aroused by this time.
Booth took a deep breath. He remembered his conversation with Angela and could only come to the conclusion that something was going on, but for some reason he couldn't figure it out. The one thing that made sense to him was that she was deepening their relationship and becoming more willing to share aspects of her life with him. The talk of sex toys and other 'implements' was a case in point. The horrifying talk about her period was another. He could definitely done without that one, though. The jury was still out on the sex toy talks. The real kicker was that he couldn't refuse her request. He'd never refuse Bones anything. Ever.
Bones smiled, though it was hidden from view, as she felt Booth shift over and straddle her thighs. It amused her that he kept his pants on as the oil would probably ruin them, but she wasn't going to push it. The fact that he was going to be giving her a massage was enough for tonight, though she was definitely going to be using some of her toys for relief after he left. Her arousal was already pooling between her legs and the moisture was very obvious to her. It wouldn't be too long before they would both be able to smell the scent of her arousal. Oh well. She was making Booth suffer so he could arrive at a very important realization by the end of tomorrow's stage 5. All of a sudden she felt his hands on her back making a long, slow meander along her spinal column from bottom to top, beginning at the top of the cleft of her ass cheeks at the lumbar region. Definitely a good decision to not put on the g-string she normally wore when getting a massage. She may not have problems with her body, but she had always been slightly modest when getting a massage for some reason. She let out a small moan of appreciation for what he was doing.
"Like that Bones?" Booth asked in a bit of a shaky breath. He was doing his damnedest to make sure that he avoided contact with her ass at all costs. The last thing he wanted was a major misunderstanding and have her first beat the crap out of him, and then end their partnership, thus their friendship in the process. It really sucked being a gentleman sometimes. As it was, his raging hard on was proof that he was clearly appreciating the view that Bones was providing.
"You have very talented hands," she said with a slight groan when he nailed a particularly tense spot. "The sides of my ribcage, too, please," she requested. She could well imagine him staring in shock as that would guarantee that he would brush his hands, and by that his fingers, against the sides of her breasts.
Booth's hands shook as he did as he was told, edging them closer and closer to the soft flesh that was pushed out to the side as he ran his fingers along her ribcage. As he expected, he brushed against the sides of her breasts and as he did so he closed his eyes and did the best he could to memorize the feel and texture of her skin at that very moment. He also sent prayers to the heavens asking for any kind of strength to get out of this situation with his dignity intact. Once he had made one pass along her ribs he went along her back again for some more work on her tense muscles.
Bones spent the next 45 minutes in silent appreciation of the deliciously sinful massage that Booth gave her back and sides. She had decided that his torture would be enough with the touching of her skin during the massage, and the trembling fingers each time he neared her ass, or the sides of her breasts, proved that she had been dead on in determining how wound up he would get. The scent of the massage oil, lavender, was prevalent, but she could faintly smell the scent of her arousal, as she was sure that Booth could as well. Finally, he pulled back and off of her thighs. She felt him use a towel to clean off as much of the oil as possible. Ever the gentleman, he held up her robe as she quickly stood, her back to him, and he helped her into it, after which she tied the sash, covering her body. When she turned around she saw that he did indeed have a very large erection, which he wasn't even trying to hide anymore. She leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks, Booth," she said to him with a smile. "I feel like a new woman."
"Anytime, Bones," Booth managed to squeak. "Do you need any help picking this up?" he asked, gesturing to the mat. He tried to make his voice approach his normal tone, but he wasn't quite there.
"I've got it," she smiled at him. She noted the flushed look on his face, and the nervous twitches that his body was producing. Perfect. By the end of the excursion the next day, he would be hers. He was almost about to snap right here as it was.
"Uh, Bones, I think I should be heading out," Booth said after a minute of having his best friend looking at him like he was on display.
"Okay," she replied. "The diner at 7?" she asked.
"It's Saturday, Bones," he whined. "Can't a guy sleep in one day out of the week?"
"What about Sunday?" she asked as she led him to the door.
"Mass is at 8," he informed her. "I'm always up at 6 so that I am wide awake for the service."
"Well tomorrow you're having breakfast with me, and then we're going shopping," she said as she opened the door and he stepped out.
He whirled. "But you said you were going to be shopping at the sex shop," he said, a horrifying thought coming into his mind.
"Exactly," she grinned and shut the door. The thud of his head hitting her door before she heard him walking off was the perfect end of Stage 4. "Seeley Booth, you are all mine," she said as she went to go put the mat and oils away so she could get down to the serious business of quelling her own arousal with the judicious use of a couple of her favorite sex toys.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. As I said, the stages are getting progressively more personal. First stage was a more clinical discussion about sex toys. Stage two was a discussion about lubricants and oils with respect to what her opinions were. Stage three was her showing him her collection of sex toys and her lubricants and massage oils, followed by what had to be for Booth a very uncomfortable lecture about her period. Stage four was the modern equivalent of the laying on of hands, in this case allowing him to give her a massage, while she was naked no less. Next up, the sex shop, where it will be all about her. Stay tuned! Gregg.