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MASQUERADEChapter Seven – What Goes Around…
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She let out a sigh and adjusted her face, nuzzling it a bit on the pillow.
"Oh yes, Booth…"
Brennan almost let a gasp came out but she sucked the air and then tried to enjoy what his hands were doing.
"Right there, Booth, yes, please, don't stop."
What a great sensation she was feeling. Dr. Brennan was totally relaxed by his touch. His powerful and magical hands on her, giving her the relief she needed. She was amazed by his touch. Amazed by his hands and the way he knew how to reach the spot. Nothing could be better than this, no one could do this to her the way he was doing.
"Oh, Booth, this is so good! Where did you learn that?" She asked lazily but impressed by his ability with hands.
He couldn't help but smile. "Bones, this is something you can't learn from anyone, it's just… Okay, I must confess I'm a natural at this."
"I'm sure you've practiced it a lot before."
"Kind of." He grinned proud of himself.
"Oh-oh…oh! So good!"
"You want me to speed up?"
"Yes, please, I don't know how long I'll last.."
Booth speeded up his movements and he could hear her sighs and gasps even when she tried to cover her mouth with the pillow.
"It feels good, huh?"
"Absolutely!"
"I told you it would make you feel a lot better."
"Yes, yes, you were right, but don't get used to it… oh, don't stop!"
"Faster?"
"Ohh, BOOTH!"
"What?"
"-OUCH!"
"What, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He stopped abruptly.
"No… it's just, you put so much force into it."
"You don't like it?"
"It's not that I don't like it, it hurts!"
"I'm sorry, Bones.."
She sighed.
"I know, I know just… just keep moving till the ice comes."
They stayed silent for a while. Booth didn't know how he was handling it so well. Of course, he wouldn't tell Brennan this was his first time doing it. She probably would start to talk about how doubtful it would be and that he wasn't qualified and bla-bla-bla.
Seeley Booth couldn't deny he was enjoying every single moment of that. He was still feeling guilty, but felt better knowing she was enjoying it. She felt good, he felt good. That's the way it worked in his head. Making Brennan feel better had great meaning to him, like everything was perfection in his world.
God knows what he'd do for this woman.
Temperance Brennan.
Bones.
His Bones.
Booth looked at his watch for the forth time in the last five minutes.
"That's it, enough."
Brennan felt his hands leaving her ankle then she opened her eyes frustrated. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get your ice. It's been more than twenty minutes since I ordered it, it's ridiculous we don't have it yet!"
He stood up and walked to the door. Brennan pouted. "Booth? I think I don't need the ice anymore."
They heard a knock on the door and there was a smiling employee that gave Booth a bottle full of ice. Booth gave the man a look expressing how impatient he was waiting for the ice then shut the door.
Brennan was so relaxed she didn't move when he shifted back to the edge of the bed. Her face was still lazily rested on the pillow and her back turned to Booth. Brennan heard him but didn't move.
Oh, no.
Booth set the bag with a few ice cubs on her ankle and she shivered. But the ice wasn't the reason.
All the time, he was sitting there, massaging her ankle and probably enjoying the vision of her entire… back. Brennan felt shivers down her spine just at the thought of him watching her, but she didn't feel embarrassed and it surprised her.
She didn't know what to think 'cause it was something she'd mentally analyze alone later. Something she couldn't fight against but it wasn't scaring her. It was giving her wings to fly and find the chance she wanted to answer her personal questions about what was really going on between Seeley Booth and her.
For a moment she was amazed by how easily she was affected by him with a simple act, a simple touch on her ankle. She took a deep breath, trying to wash away her inappropriate thoughts.
Again.
"I think I don't need it anymore, Booth, I told you.."
"Are you sure?"
"I am completely sure." She didn't wait for him to take the bag of ice off of her ankle and sat up on bed, now looking at him. She wasn't lying, it wasn't hurting anymore.
She gave him a half smile and he did the same. After an awkward silence, he shook his head.
"What?" she asked, curiously.
Thanks, Booth, for spending your time trying to fix my ankle and I'm sorry your hands are hurting because you massaged me!. he thought sarcastically. "Nothing…"
"Do your hands hurt?"
"A little bit, but, oh no! I'm not-" he muttered and sighed again. "Forget it, Bones."
"No, if they really hurt you should put some ice on them!" She seemed concerned.
Booth loved that innocent, naïve side of his Bones.
"I'm fine, really," he said, giving up trying to make her understand.
He brought his hands to his hips, trying to find a way back to the issue. He wanted to know about what she had mentioned before. He wanted to know what she meant, 'cause waking up everyday seeing that woman by his side and not able to touch her was a sacrifice he didn't know how long he'd be able to take. Brennan seemed impatient. He could feel it. Arms folded across on her chest, her knees moving like when she wanted to talk and nobody let it happen. She wanted to talk but he couldn't wait till she decided which words she was going to spill.
"Bones…" he started, but they both looked up when there was a knock on the door. It almost drove him mad but he breathed in deeply, thinking about what he was going to do if it was that sailor boy again. Although he didn't want to move, he decided this was the right time to ask her anything.
"Won't you answer it?" she asked anxiously bringing him out of his thoughts, but he didn't answer, just looked at her.
He walked slowly to the door and sighed heavily. How long do I have to wait?
The minute Booth opened the door his eyebrows raised. "Oh".
"Seeley Booth, you bastard."
Female voice? Brennan opened her eyes and blinked several times, totally awake.
"Danielle Fisher? Dani?? Oh my God, is it you?"
Brennan heard Booth's voice now, he seemed a little excited about whoever was at the door. Brennan sat on bed trying to focus on the conversation. Brennan couldn't see anyone from where she was.
"Sugar!" The female voice said, sounding as excited as Booth. "Oh, I can't believe this!"
Sugar? They both started to laugh and Brennan couldn't keep still any longer. She got off bed to see who the woman was that called Booth, "sugar".
Brennan's head tilted and she saw they were hugging each other. The face of the woman who was hugging Booth was buried in his neck. She couldn't see it very well because her smooth, long black hair was shielding her face. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Booth and she also noticed her long pink nails.
They didn't notice her presence which was annoying Brennan. She cleared her throat once. Twice and they were still hugging.
"Seeley!" She called him. His first name.
Booth immediately pulled away from the beautiful woman he was hugging. He turned and looked at Brennan, standing on her feet looking directly at him. He'd swear he saw something in her eyes.
"Oh. Brennan, this is special agent Fisher, Danielle Fisher and my friend."
"And your ex partner," the woman reminded, grinning at him. Brennan's gaze drifted slowly to look at the woman, crossed arms with Booth.
"Oh yes, but c'mon, you'll always be my partner, we have a connection!" he said, now looking at the woman by his side.
They walked into the room to where Brennan was scanning both.
"This is Dr. Temperance Brennan, my partner."
"And friend!" Brennan said faking a smile and offering her hand.
"Nice to meet you. She's exactly how I imagined!" Danielle shook it quickly and turned back her gaze to Booth.
Brennan sent her a quizzical look. Did she even know her? Maybe she had read her books, although she didn't look like someone who read her best-selling books, Brennan thought.
"So, what brings you here?" Booth looped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him in a half-embrace, attracting a look from Brennan.
"Oh sugar, don't you know I'm one of your co-partners in this case?"
"Co-partner? Oh yeah, Cullen told me there would be other agents on board but, Jesus, I never expected you were here too! That's really great news." They both smiled.
"It's been a few years since… well" They smiled. "Yeah, I just talked to him and he sent me here to see how things are going."
"So, why are you not partners anymore?"
They were silent. Both looked at Brennan at the same time while their smiles faded away slowly to be replaced by embarrassed ones. Brennan kept looking at the two special agents in front of her, both arms folded across her chest.
They looked at each other quickly then Booth smiled embarrassedly and turned his gaze back to Brennan. He seemed to search for words.
"Things happened and… well…" He looked at her and Danielle lowered her head.
"Um. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to tell me," Brennan said walking away. "So, is there any news?"
"Well," the woman started. "Cullen sent me here to advise you that this ship will moor tomorrow. I know you already know it but commands are commands, I have to follow the rules. He wants you guys to take a look around the ship while most of people will be visiting ashore. We'll get your backs while you check the employees. Is that okay?"
The Asian woman said in a sweet tone and Brennan couldn't help but roll her eyes seeing Booth actually drooling over Danielle, right in front of her.
"Okay. Thanks, Dani."
"You're welcome, sugar. And hey, what about you give me a call sometime, I've missed you badly!"
"I know, I've missed you too, but you know, lots of work to do…"
"Thanks for the information, Danielle," Brennan interrupted Booth. "If you don't have more professional information to give us, I'm going to take a bath. I've had a long day," she said heading to the bathroom and leaving the two special agents alone.
Booth followed her with his eyes, not understanding the sudden change of Brennan's mood.
"I think I should go. My fake husband's gotta be wondering where I am," she remarked, stepping back. "It was nice to see you again, Seeley," she told him in a sexy tone and Booth sighed.
"It was nice to see you again, Dani." They both smiled and he walked her to the door.
Booth didn't know, but Brennan was watching everything from the small crack of the door. Brennan closed the door carefully after she left and rolled her eyes shaking her head in a negative way.
She took off her clothes and underwear and quickly went into the shower. The water quickly made her hair wet and she sighed, lost in thoughts. She could feel it'd be a long night, but she knew herself very well. She'd attack Booth with questions about his ex-partner because she couldn't help it. Temperance needed to know everything. She was almost sure they had some romantic connection, she saw the way they looked at each other but Brennan was ready to figure out everything. Booth couldn't lie to her. He wouldn't.
She got out of the shower and while drying her body she wondered if this "line" Booth once mentioned and valued so much was because of this Danielle. Maybe that's the reason they were not partners anymore.
Brennan walked out of the bathroom to find Booth lying in bed staring at nothing. She sighed heavily. Booth was so lost in his own mind he didn't notice the half naked woman near him.
"Booth?" she called softly, checking her own robe. She looked down at him, he didn't move. "Sugar?" she called sarcastically, finally getting his attention.
Booth blinked several times and looked at her. His eyes opened widely but he wished he wasn't that oblivious. "What? Bones, you're not… Are you-" He pointed to her but she didn't pay attention.
"You can go after her, I don't mind," she said calmly sitting on the edge of the bed holding her hairbrush. She turned her back to him and wished he could not notice she was a little upset.
"What? No!" he exclaimed and sat up.
"Booth, I really don't care. You should go and enjoy your free time with her and then satisfy your biological needs. I understand men need to have intercourse more often than women. I understand you won't wait a whole month to have sex and I- well," She took a second to breathe. "I think you should go," she said in a lower tone, brushing her wet hair.
"Brennan, why are you saying this? Danielle and I are ex- partners, that's all."
"You mean, ex- lovers as well."
"No way you're asking me this!" he lay down again.
She turned around to look at him, still brushing her hair. "Why can't you answer my question? I'm your partner. I'm sure you know the answer, that's why I'm asking you."
"Oh, alright, we had something in the past, something very early, but it was when I first got in the FBI. We were young and.. Ok, enough?" He got up and walked to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."
"You don't need to tell me you're going to do something every time."
He stopped walking and searched for her face but she turned her back to him, brushing more of her wet hair. He shook his head, confused.
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Booth stepped out of the bathroom adjusting the waistband of his pajama shorts. With a towel in his hand, he brushed it a little over his wet hair and shook his head quickly like a dog to sweep the drops away. He was ready to go bed when he noticed Brennan was sat on the couch, with the bottle of ice cubes between her legs. He scanned her and she was so focused on her book she didn't notice his eyes traveling along her body.
He stepped closer to her. "What are you doing here?"
Booth wanted to start a chat to avoid that awkward silence between them. Plus, he was still curious about what she said earlier. How come I didn't have time to ask that since we got in the cabin? he wondered.
She took a little long to meet his eyes. "I'm reading."
"I know! I mean… I thought you were sleeping already, you said you were tired. How's your ankle?" he asked, watching the bottle between her legs and suddenly felt something in his pants when he thought of how cold that place would be right now.
Brennan sighed softly back to book's page. "I get the couch tonight." She was tired and furious.
She didn't know why.
"I don't understand…" He tried to figure out what was happening because it wasn't funny anymore and she really seemed upset.
She picked up one of the ice cubes and brought it to her mouth, sucking it gently. She couldn't believe he didn't move a finger to pay attention to her mood before.
Booth knew she was jealous deep down inside him and also that she wouldn't admit it that easily. She'll never admit it, he mentally corrected himself.
Actually, he didn't understand why because he didn't do anything at all. Danielle was the guilty one, not him. He remembered Brennan eyes watching them. But what intrigued him was the fact he was feeling good about it. He was confused because Brennan was upset but he wasn't, which was very rare to happen. But the jealous factor wasn't letting him be upset.
Booth was turned on by it.
He sighed softly and kneeled in front of her. "What can I do to make you see it wasn't my fault and that I don't care about her anymore? Just… tell me, I don't want to see you on the couch because you won't sleep fine, then so won't I and we still have work to do tomorrow morning."
Brennan hated to show so much of what she was feeling to him, but this time she couldn't help it. She looked at him, still sucking the ice. Her lips a bit red and sending a sub message to his mind. He gulped, watching his private show caustiously, feeling his member awaken in his pants.
God, she looks hot! I wish I were that little ice cube melting on her mouth.
She avoided the ice from her lips and looked at him in the eyes. "First, you can go and take another bath because her cheap fragrance is impregnated on you. Then I can think about sleeping in bed."
"But I just took a bath. You gotta be kiddin' me!" He smiled squeezing her knees.
"Okay, maybe it's so cheap it's not you, it's the air," she said not looking at him.
"So you don't want to sleep in bed because of this? Oh, Bones, c'mon, there's no reason to be jealous!"
He squeezed her knees again expecting to get her attention with those words.
And he did.
Brennan immediately looked at him, her intense gaze direct into his eyes almost took his breath away.
"I am not jealous of that." She emphasized the last word and Booth tried hard not to giggle.
"Of course you are, who wouldn't?! She's sexy, smart. Yes, you are!" he whispered and grinned at her.
They kept looking at each other's eyes without saying a word but Booth felt she was about to explode for the first time since they met.
"I am not a jealous person," she said each word slowly, in a low tone, but he felt the tension behind the words.
"Yes," he whispered, and leant closer to her face, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel the bottle with the ice cubes, cold laying softly against his belly. "You are. And that makes you angry."
This time it was Brennan that felt something between her legs and it wasn't the cold from the bottle. Her center was actually burning, feeling him so close from her.
Both a breath away from each and Brennan decided she wasn't giving up that easy.
She brought her finger with a little ice cube on it to her lips again, the ice melting easily on her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it till the end. Booth stopped breathing, watching how easily the ice melted between her lips, on her soft tongue, he wanted to feel again. His pants were getting tighter and tighter and when she sucked the tip of her own finger and pushed it out with a pop sound, he groaned deep down on his throat.
"Why do you keep torturing me?" Booth murmured. His eyes went from her lips to her eyes. Bones saw those dark brown eyes looking back at her as she wished Booth couldn't feel her heart beating faster.
"Let me ask you something," She pushed the bottle to her side. "This 'line' you always talk about to remind me, us, that things won't never change to another level between us… is this because of this Danielle? Because if it is, I'd be glad to tell you that you're the only one who created this stupid line and what upsets me is the fact that everybody actually thinks we have something and sometimes… Sometimes I wonder why we don't."
She didn't take a minute to breath and he was totally surprise. "That's what really upset me sometimes. I spend the last five minutes thinking about this, but you? You don't even think about it, never. You don't care about me the way I do for you, Booth. The big difference is I don't know if I can't handle it"
"Bones.." He breathed out. "Why are you telling me… Bones, I care about you,"
She gasped softly when she felt his hands traveling painfully slow from her knees to her thighs, feeling every inch of her skin under the soft fabric of her pajama shorts. Then he stopped. "A lot. And I asked you a question," he whispered and gave her an unexpected and quick kiss on the lips, sucking gently on her bottom lip. Their eyes were closed for a moment and they met again, and there was something more about them. He was tired to wait.
Booth, always so tender, doing things with great passion but she knew it wasn't what was moving him right now. It was more than that. Her body was responding to his touch, his eyes, his warm and clean hands running on her soft skin and the trail it left making her heart burn.
"It's you torturing me," she finally said back, when she felt his hands going down to her lower back. "Damn it, Booth." She gasped again closing her eyes, feeling his warm hands massaging her skin like no other. This Booth was different. This wasn't the partner, the agent, the father or the friend.
This was the lover.
She grabbed both of his hands and lifted them from her body. Oh, how she hated to do it.
"Don't touch me, Booth. Don't touch me, or I swear…" She paused and his eyes challenged her.
The tip of his nose made small circles around hers and both closed their eyes. But she wanted to look at him, see everything that was popping out of his soul through those eyes. Brennan was trying but it was hard to open her eyes.
"But, the line…" she said almost losing control.
He brushed his lips against hers and giggled softly. He licked lightly her bottom lip, which made her moan.
"Oh, Lord, screw it!"
They finally kissed, their tongues touching and dancing together in a sexy rhythm, his moan growing as he felt her cold hands touching the back of his neck, his hands running to her ass.
He was loving the jealousy Bones!
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