Once again I must thank you all for the great reviews that this story has produced from everyone. It's great to see what everyone thinks of this one, and I am really enjoying writing it. Here's another chapter for your enjoyment, and I hope that it lives up to expectations. Gregg.
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Bones came to work the next morning feeling alive and refreshed. The night before had been another delightfully sexy one with Booth as the appetizer, main course, and dessert several times over. He was proving himself to be a very attentive and accomplished lover, for which she was very grateful. It would have been a damn shame after all those years of fantasizing about him to discover he was not as proficient in the bedroom as he was at everything else. Her whole body tingled from the incredible sex, and the knowledge that it would be happening again that night. In the past when dealing with her urges she'd considered her sexual appetite to be somewhat voracious, but Booth matched her in that regard, much to her complete enjoyment.
"Got a minute, Sweetie?" Angela asked from the door to Bren's office.
"Sure," Bren said as she looked up. She'd only just arrived and hadn't began working on anything yet.
"I was working on trying to see if anymore of those photo fakes had been made and posted of you," Angela lied, "and I found this on one of the sites that are fan based like you editor let you know about. I found this," she said as she handed over a manila envelope. She'd worked a good bit of the evening before, and produced a copy of what Booth wanted that would stand up to most scrutiny and was seamless.
"Another one?" Bren sighed in silent resignation. She really didn't mind the photo fakes, but she also didn't think that the fans should be focusing on her when it was her books that were what was important. She pulled out the picture and almost screamed. She looked up at Angela and glared. "What the hell is this?" she demanded.
"It looks like a pretty good fake of Booth fucking some blond," Angela said bluntly. She could see the steam pouring out of Bren's ears and knew that, even if she hadn't quite reached that point of understanding, she was getting there pretty quickly.
Bren looked at the image with a critical eye. The image was an uncanny resemblance to Booth, and she could see that it was as seamless as the one that had been done of her. The sexual woman inside of her was appreciative of the male body which was really almost indistinguishable from Booth's. What had her extremely upset, though, was the fact that the fake Booth was fucking some blond bitch. Memories of Tessa and Rebbecca, along with a few other nameless blonds came to the fore of her thoughts and she saw red. Booth was hers dammit! No one was going to experience that incredible sex machine but her from now on, and seeing an image of what was supposedly Booth fucking some other woman, especially a blond, made her want to commit murder, or at the least seriously maim someone.
"How was this posted on the net?" she asked Angela.
Angela went over to Bren's computer and mentally crossed her fingers as she typed in a faked website that she'd created that had an access point of exactly two computers, hers and Bren's. No one could get at the pictures she'd imported and also created for it.
"I found it on a site that has a variety of types of postings for fans of your work," Angela explained, still lying her ass off. "I saw it and printed out the copy I just gave you so you would be aware of this. I figured that if anyone should tell Booth, it would be you."
"Definitely," Bones said in a very possessive tone of voice. She even heard it herself, but at that moment didn't give a damn. She was going to tell Booth about this and make damn sure he knew that he was hers and that was the end of that discussion. Her rational mind knew that this was a fake image, but her hackles had been raised and she needed to vent and reassure herself. She stood up and put the picture in the envelope, placing it in her large shoulder bag. "I'm heading over to the Hoover Building and talk to Booth. Let Cam know I'll be back as soon as I can." She walked out of the office with determination in every step.
"I hope you're ready for this, Booth," Angela said to herself as she walked back to her own office. She had some more work to do on Booth's other request, and something had turned up that she had to verify since it was too startling to fathom.
Booth was working away on some paperwork that had somehow slipped his mind. Cullen had asked him about it when he came in, so he was now working to finish it up. It wasn't late, per se, but it was important to a case that he was supervising from this end. He smiled at how the paperwork had come to be forgotten. The last two days and nights had been a real experience, and he was amazed at how much energy and stamina he had considering how much sex he and Bones had had in that time. The woman was obviously trying to make up for the last four years of lust, and so was he, he had to admit. He only hoped that Angela discovered who El Sicko was, as he had come to dub the perpetrator.
"Booth!" came the strident tones of Bones as she rushed into his office and shut the door behind her. She looked ready to kill someone, and he devoutly hoped it wasn't him.
"Bones!" he said with his charm smile firmly in place. He'd use anything at this point to keep Bones from maiming him.
"This was found by Angela on the internet!" Bones said caustically as she tossed down the manila envelope.
Booth almost flinched when she said 'on the internet', but he knew that Angela wouldn't have posted something like this. He had faith in the artist. He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the picture, almost in shock at how real it looked. It was unnerving seeing what looked almost exactly like him fucking some blind from behind. Now he had to do some acting.
"Fuck! Now some pervert's faked a sick picture of me!" he said, crossing his fingers in hopes that he was convincing.
"And you're fucking some blond!" Bones threw in almost angrily. Well she was angry, but she was attempting to not let it show too much, as she knew it wasn't actually Booth in the picture.
"Well I have dated blonds in the past, Bones," he said without thinking.
"I hate those blond sluts," Bones said, now angrily, letting the anger color her language. She normally despised language such as 'slut', 'whore', 'bitch', or the ultimate epithet 'cunt', but she was extremely angry over this, and the picture threw back into her face all the feelings of inadequacy she'd felt when he'd dated those blonds when all along she'd wanted to be the one gracing his bed and private life.
Booth wisely refrained from commenting on the use of the word 'sluts' as he knew that Bones would make damn sure that he knew exactly why she considered them 'sluts', and it wouldn't be pretty. He simply kept his mouth shut and watched as she crossed over and locked his office door and snapped shut the Venetian blinds. He raised a brow in question.
"I want you now, Booth," she told him without preamble as she began to unbutton her blouse and tossed it on her coat which she'd placed on a chair. She moved over to him while continuing on down to her pants which she unfastened and unzipped.
"NOW???" Booth managed to squeak out in a very high octave. A certain piece of his anatomy was reacting favorably, though. "Uh, Bones, this is my office in the Headquarters Building of the FBI! What about all that talk about excessive PDA's?"
"Are you going to get undressed or will I have to rip that shirt off you and send the buttons flying in all direction?" she asked bluntly as she kicked off her pants and reached back to unhook her bra. She let the bra slide down her arms, revealing her full breasts to his gaze.
Booth gulped. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Bones was in his office demanding to have sex with him. It was the stuff of some of his hottest fantasies, but now that it was happening, he wasn't so sure that this was such a good idea. He decided to go with the flow, slowly, and maybe convince her that she was a bit off kilter. He removed his tie, his jacket already on the coat rack.
"Now, Bones, let's think about this for a minute," he pleaded, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.
Bones pushed down her panties and was now standing in front of him fully nude. "No thinking, Booth," she said in a hiss. "I want you now, and I want to make sure that nothing ever gets in the way of us being together. Now are you going to finished getting undressed so I can ride that big, hard cock of yours?"
That was what did him in right there. She had to go and talk dirty to him. She now knew how much it turned him on coming from her, and she was using it effectively. He knew better than to have sex with her in his office, or hers for that matter, but when she got like that, and was naked right in front of him, the wrong head began to take over. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing she was beginning to understand his reaction to her faked image. Throwing caution to the wind, and offering up a silent prayer that no one came looking for him while he was otherwise preoccupied, he pushed off the rest of his clothes as fast as he could and sat his bare ass back down in his chair, watching her as she stepped up to him and straddled his hips, her legs on either side of him. With her breasts dangling right in front of his face, he leaned forward and took one rosy nipple in his mouth for a quick taste. After a soft moan from her, he removed his mouth with a satisfied grin as she looked down on him ferally and lowered herself onto him, her tight walls squeezing him once more as he'd come to love.
Bones looked down on her best friend/lover and ground down on him, the feel of him deep inside of her more incredible each time she took him inside. She began a slow pace, letting the energy between them and within them build, knowing that he would understand that she needed to do this. It was so clear now, what he had been talking of two days before. She had been violated, but not in a normal sense. She'd been violated because the person she loved, yes love, had been hurt by someone parading a fake image of her for all to see. It was as much a violation of him as of her. She doubted that she would ever understand how other people were hurt by it, but she knew that the two most important individuals were. His image with that blond had cut right to her core.
It didn't take long before both of them had left the slow build and made their way into a more frantic pace, their breathing more ragged as each of them approached their orgasm. Bones was ecstatic that this frantic coupling was yet another sign to her that this change in their relationship was right, and that she could put aside her long held fears and beliefs in order to be with him. She felt him swell and lengthen inside of her as he began to cum, and she ground down hard so that her clit received as much pressure as possible, releasing her own orgasm so that they came together. She bit down on his shoulder hard in order not to scream, as her orgasm was another powerful one. When it was over, she looked up and saw on the clock that only five minutes had passed, yet it seemed like it had lasted much, longer than that.
After a moment of afterglow, Booth had to move. "Uh, Bones?" he asked as he shifted a bit. "I hate to ruin a moment, here, but we are in my office, and we're both naked."
"And your point being?" she asked with an amused smile. She loved messing with his mind.
"Bones, I love being in the FBI, and my career would be toast if someone should find us in here like this," he said in exasperation.
Bones chuckled and got up off of him, hating the loss of him inside of her. She quickly cleaned up a bit and got her clothes on, amused that he was still sitting there, naked, and staring at her. "I understand now, Booth," she told him with a nod of her head to the faked image of him. "So find out who faked my image, and do what needs to be done."
"Leave it to me, Bones," he said as he staggered to his feet with a groan. He was definitely going to be hitting the gym more. Being in a sexual relationship with Bones, while fantastic, was very demanding physically. A few extra workouts a week couldn't hurt.
"I will," she said as she opened the door when he'd gotten his clothes back on and sprayed a lot of air freshener. The scent of sex had been pretty pungent. She inhaled the air and smiled. Apple cinnamon. He was so predictable. "Remember where we left off. You've got some more work to do when we get back to my place tonight," she told him as she rounded the corner and out of ear shot.
"Definitely need to work out," he said as he made a mental note to pick up some of those little five hour energy drinks. He had a feeling he'd be needing some each night.
Angela was in her office working on something with the Angelator when she noticed that someone had been working on it the week before. A little digging showed her who, and what had been produced. She gasped in surprise. Pulling out her cell phone, she sent a text message.
"Call me right away. This is important!"
A/N: Here's the seventh chapter. I hope that it kept up the pace well enough. El Sicko will be revealed in the next chapter. Thanks for all the continuing reviews. They've been wonderful. Gregg.