A Very Bad Idea
By: Lesera128 & dharmamonkey
Rated: M
Disclaimer: Ummm, nope, we still don't own anything. We have, however, apparently become squatters in the sandbox that we crashed...so, umm...yeah. There we go.
A/N: Alright, you've finally arrived at the last chapter/part of this Scenario #2. Time for a few administrative matters:
1) Nasty reviews: The fic-writing team of Lesera128 and dharmamonkey is a bit like NATO: a mutual defense pact. Attack one of us—especially in a nasty, worthless bit of mean-spirited bile masquerading as a review to one of our cowritten stories (the review pages for which we consider to be community property)—and you'll incur the wrath of us both. And in case you thought dharmamonkey was the easygoing, mellow, soft-spoken one, think again: monkeys have teeth, and this one knows how to use Twitter. So, please, don't be a jerk. If you don't like us or the kind of stuff we write, then stop reading. But don't flame us on the review page. You'll just end up being blocked anyway. That said, constructive criticism is always, always welcome, because that's how we become better writers. It's the non-substantive, petty nastiness we won't tolerate. (If you don't know what we're referring to, look at the snitgram someone left us today on the AVBI review page. It's pretty self-explanatory.)
2) Next up: Scenario #3 is a Christmas-themed piece, our riff on "Man in the Fallout Shelter." That piece is far less deep than this one was. It will basically be snarky with a side of unf.
3) UNF Alert: This chapter is seriously unf. If you think you can handle it, read on. But don't say we didn't warn ya. The NFPA fire protection code requires us to tell you that an approved, fully-tested fire extinguisher should be kept nearby while reading.
So, without further ado, let's get back to the action.
Or, rather, Booth's retelling of the action from that dream he had...
II. Cooking Off Ammo, Part V
Pertinent Details on Scenario #2: Set in-between seasons 5 and 6, sometime before the end of 5x22: "The Beginning in the End" and the beginning of the episode 6x01: "The Mastodon in the Room."
Booth exhaled sharply through pursed lips as he stared up into Brennan's determined eyes. "Fine. Uncle. I give, Bones, I give! Okay?"
She nodded once, a triumphant look blazing in her eyes as she loosened the grip her knees had on his pelvis just enough to show him that she rewarded compliance.
Sighing, Booth said, "Alright, so you're killing me, right—in the dream, although you're doing a pretty damn good job of it now, by the way, Bones, just in case you're wondering—you know, mocking me, insulting my manhood, and I just lost it. Lost control."
He paused, looking away again as he once more summoned the courage to continue. When he took a second too long, he felt Brennan increase the pressure she had on his hands.
"Booth," she growled.
"Fuck, Bones," he muttered, wondering why she was suddenly getting so antsy. "Impatient much?"
"Yes," she said. "Now, let's get on with it, huh?"
Booth narrowed his eyes at her words with suspicion uncertain if it wanted to rear its ugly head at her suddenly aggressive behavior or not. Hmmmm...naaaaw. It couldn't be that simple, right? She's not...she's not getting turned on by this, is she? No way—no friggin' way. Hmmmm...but, maybe? Yeah? Hmmmm... Deciding that a bit of a test was in order, Booth said, "Fine, Bones. I basically started ripping your clothes off, okay?" He looked at her, watching her eyes, was pleased when he saw her nostrils start to flare more intently and her pupils dilated even further as her uneven breathing grew worse. He decided to hesitate for a moment, on purpose, to see if Brennan would react as he believed she might if he were right about her getting turned on by his recitation of the dream.
He waited a handful of seconds, and— Three, two, one...
"Yes, Booth?" Brennan's response came like clockwork.
Ahhh, Booth smiled to himself. Gotcha, Bones. Huh. How about that, huh?
"Sorry, Bones—" he mumbled, deciding how much he wanted to bait her in retaliation for her earlier cockteasing. "So, I, uh, basically tore your pants off—"
"And?" she pressed.
Leering at her a little as he spoke, his tone grew rougher he said, "And, I shoved them down your waist with your panties, too—all in one go."
"Yes?" Brennan said, without a word knowing that she'd already given herself away. Realizing pretense was futile, she abandoned it altogether and pressed for what she really wanted. "What did you do next, Booth?"
"Well, there was this stack of crates that were behind you," he said. "And I pushed you against it, and—"
"Boxes?" she interrupted. "What kind of boxes?"
Booth narrowed his eyes at her. "Crates, Bones. Wooden crates packed with ammunition—pistol ammunition. Forty cal Smith & Wesson, I think." He then paused as he realized that no branch of the U.S. military issued such a caliber to its personnel. But the FBI did. He swallowed hard and then raised his chin, looking away from her for a few seconds before continuing in his recitation. What would Sweets make of that, huh? Blinking a few times, Booth eventually returned his stare to Brennan, and gave her an abashed look as he said, "So, anyways, yeah, then I, ummm, pull my own pants down and—well, you know—"
She leaned down, her eyes darkening even further at his words as she hovered over his chest with her breaths suddenly coming in rather short huffs. "No," she said in a low whisper. "Now, tell me."
"Oh, jeez, Bones. Can't you figure this one out?"
Brennan gave a curt shake of her head.
"You're really going to make me tell you?"
Again, she nodded quickly.
"Really?" Booth said, starting to bounce back and forth between being unsettled about continuing to tell her how the dream climaxed—and, me, too, he thought in amusement—and enjoying teasing her.
"Booth—" she warned him again.
Seeing that there was no way she was going to let him off the hook at that point, he gulped and began again. "Fine," he told her. "Fine, Bones. You want to know what happened—well, here it is...alright, so I yank my trousers down, and I'm hard as hell, and, well, I move in closer to you, but it's obvious that the angle isn't quite right, even though I know that there really isn't an issue, you know, since, well—" He arched his eyebrow and smirked as he thought of how he knew positions were apparently not a problem for he and Brennan given their frenzied movements, fueled by a haze of lust, long-repressed desire, and the liberating effects of tequila on both of their stolidly stubborn inhibitions—just a few hours earlier.
"Booth," Brennan whispered in his ear as she pressed herself against him.
He kicked the door closed behind him and pawed at the lock, fumbling for the deadbolt. Roughly turning the lock as he felt her lips sucking at the pock-marked skin on his lower jaw, he turned her on her heel and backed her into the wall.
"Bones," he moaned as he reached for her, cupping her face between his hands as he covered her mouth with his, sliding his tongue over the cleft between her lips as he urged her to open her sweet mouth to him. Her lips parted, and he could taste the Cuervo as their tongues tangled together. He grasped at her mouth with his own, his entire body seemingly aflame, consumed with an overwhelming desire to devour her.
To be perfectly honest, Booth couldn't really remember exactly how they got from there—him grinding against her body as he kissed the daylights of her, their mouths meeting in the same grasping way they did the first time they kissed in a Cuervo haze—but this time with even more desperation—him pulling their faces together so hard he wondered if he'd bruised her lips with his kisses—to each of them yanking their pants down so that the garments bunched around their ankles.
"Ohhhhh," Brennan groaned as Booth drew his fingers along the tender skin on the inside of her thigh and under the bottom hem of her panties. He grinned, stroking his two forefingers between her folds and finding her impossibly slippery as she ground her hips against his palm.
"Yeah?" he said, unable to form a complete thought as an almost-painful jolt of desire surged through him. He took a half-step backwards, wobbling a little as the sixth shot of tequila made its presence known in the swirling motion of his foyer floor. Booth hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and tugged at them, grunting softly before Brennan's hands fell to assist him. He took the opportunity to slide his boxers off his hips and over his knees.
"Now," she said, toeing off her shoes and wiggling out of her pants, kicking her panties to the side a fraction of second before Booth reached down and grabbed her leg behind the knee and pulled it up around his waist.
"God, Bones," he growled as he stroked into her, throwing his head back as he nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure he felt as he felt himself engulfed in her tight, slippery warmth. Bending his knees slightly and holding her hips with his hands, he pistoned up and into her, over and over, pressing firm, sucking kisses along the base of her neck, marking her ivory skin as he claimed her from within. Her back smacked against the wall in a distinct thump each time he pressed himself into her.
"Booth, oh, God, Booo-ooottthh—"
"Well what, Booth?"
Brennan's voice brought him back to the present with a clumsy grin on his face as he finally started to discern with clarify what was real and what wasn't. He blinked the memory away—a memory he now knew firmly in his mind to be a part of his memory and not a dream—and tried to remember what he'd been saying before his mind drifted off into the most excellent memory.
"What, Bones?" he asked.
Brennan rolled her eyes at him. "You were saying something about the angle," she said, prompting him. "Remember?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, trying to suppress a sheepish grin as the memory of the night before coalesced with the memory of his dream. "Well, we managed that kind of feat last night and did pretty well, I think, despite the tequila, but in my dream, somehow the angle wasn't right, or I thought it wasn't and—well, I guess it was because, oh—hell, I don't know. Anyway, so I grabbed this ammo can, which is basically like a green steel box that holds two hundred rounds, and it's pretty heavy, but I pick it up and move it over. Oh, and I made you take your pants and shoes off. I mean, I—" He hesitated for a few beats before Brennan piped up.
"So, you then asked me to get into a more conducive position from which we could engage in sexual intercourse," she completed his thought as if it were the most logical thing in the world. She nodded as she told him, "I'm with you, Booth."
"Well, that's the thing, Bones," he said with a slow shake of his head. "I didn't really ask. I just ordered you...to assume the position. 'Put it up,' I told you. You gave me this funny look like you didn't know what I meant, which kind of just pissed me off even more, and I repeated the order. Then you...you sorta did it," he finished with a small wince, uncertain how she'd respond to such a description of being so utterly dominated by him.
Staring at him for a minute, Brennan considered his words in her mind, turning them over several times as she thought about what he'd just said. After a minute or two, she gave him a thoughtful look that seemed somewhat out of place given the fact that she was sitting up in Booth's bed, naked, with his sheet draped over half her body, while a perky breast stared back at Booth, still ready and waiting where he'd last left it. "I had no idea that your subconscious found the idea of me being so submissive that attractive, Booth," Brennan mused prudently.
"Well, actually, me neither, Bones," he said, somewhat surprised by her response. But, I don't know why I am since this entire thing definitely hasn't gone like I expected. Deciding it was a golden opportunity to tease her a bit more, Booth added, "I kinda always found you at your sexiest—prior to last night, mind you—when you're bossing me around. I mean, you can annoy the shit out of me when you do that sometimes, but it's also really freakin' sexy—I mean, hot, Bones." He blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Crazy hot."
"Duly noted," she said with a reciprocal grin. "Now, you were saying?"
Nodding, Booth continued. "So, yeah, then, you know, after I have you put your leg up on that ammo can, and you turn your thigh out a little, so I have really great, uh, access, yeah—and, well, then, ummmmm." His voice trailed off again.
Brennan couldn't help it as she decided to make him squirm a bit since she knew he'd been deliberately toying with her for quite a while. "So, by this point your cock is obviously hard and free of the confines of your uniform, correct?"
"Ummmm, yeah, Bones," he said with a laugh as he looked at her and nodded. "It was, and in the dream, I was insanely hard. As I recall, I was almost in pain by the time I, uhhh, well—I was a bit blue by the time I was inside of you, if you take my meaning."
Brennan took the opportunity to wiggle her ass lightly against his groin. "Like now?"
"Ahh," he hissed. "Yes, damn it, woman—just like now. You really don't want me to finish telling this story, right? Because if you keep it up like that, I'm not gonna—"
"Consider it an exercise in self-restraint, Booth—especially since I did make two overtures to engage in coitus prior to the recitation of this fascinating dream which you rebuffed me with twice. So, really, the fact that we haven't had sex again this morning is your fault, not fine," Brennan told him with a small smirk.
"Bones," he groaned, first at her use of the clinical term coitus and then in annoyance at her suggestion that he had rebuffed her advances. Get real here, Bones. "The last five years have been an extreme 'exercise in self-restraint,'" he said looking up at her. He then muttered, "For me, at least." She watched him curiously as he shrugged. "It's probably a good thing the dam never broke before now, because now, I'm absolutely certain I won't be able to keep my hands off of you now that I've actually—"
Now that I know un-fucking-believably good you feel when I'm inside of you, he thought silently.
"And, you won't have to if you hurry up and finish the fucking story, Booth," she snapped impatiently, her eyes narrowing at him. "Pun intended, by the way."
"Well-played, Bones," he laughed. He then gave her a curious look as his dark brown eyes narrowed at her. "And I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth on you. I guess that means I'm allowed to curse now, since clearly you won't be offended, huh?"
"I've never been offended by anything you've ever said or done to me, Booth—not really, anyway," she said with a firm nod. "Annoyed at you, sure. But, never truly offended...at least, not for more than a couple of days, anyway. But, I will reassess that if you don't finish the damn story and hurry up so we can do something about that gun of yours that is pressing into my thigh, okay?"
"Well, I guess you were really annoyed when you slapped me that one time, back at the end of that first case, then?" He blinked at her, clearly flaunting her prior statements. Smiling at her in that cocky way of his that was so uniquely Booth, he nodded at her as he said, "But, just so ya know, Bones, since I'm such a forgiving person, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones."
"That's very generous of you, Booth," she nodded at him. "But, like I said, I was only annoyed at you for a few days, so I've already magnanimously overlooked your past transgressions—which I won't do again if you keep me waiting.. Now, spill—" She punctuated her last words with another bout of pressure against Booth's groin.
"If you keep grinding into me like that, I'm gonna, Bones," Booth half-groaned as she twisted on top of him. "Come on, please?" She looked at him for a minute and then relaxed the pressure that her thighs exerted on him and made a concentrated effort to be still in her movements. Booth exhaled in relief as he nodded and continued, "Okay, right—so then I just start fucking you, like crazy." He again stopped, frowning in spite of himself as the part he'd really most dreaded telling her finally needed to be shared.
"And?" Brennan said, her voice taking on an almost purr-like quality when she spoke. "Then, what, Booth?"
Swallowing once, Booth closed his eyes as he said, "And, ummmm, I'm kind of aggressive, you know. I mean, that's not the, uhhh, way I really am in real life, but in the dream, I was, and...awww, hell, Bones—come on. You know what I mean, right? You know what I'm trying to say?" He gave her a hopeful nod.
Please don't make me say it, he pleaded silently. Because I'm not this way. I'm not that kind of guy. It was just a dream. He looked into her eyes, so darkened with arousal that, had he seen them that way twenty-four hours earlier, he would not have recognized them.
"And, Booth?" she almost said in a whisper, it completely obvious that he had her complete and undivided attention. "Keep going," she urged, almost pleading herself as she spoke. In that moment, Brennan was unable to help herself as she noticed that the pulsing wetness between her leg was growing worse with each phrase he uttered. God, Booth—
Fuck. "Okay, so I'm just pounding into you, again and again and again, relentlessly," Booth said with a quick turn of phrase. Fuck, Bones. What are we doing here? He felt a twitter in his groin as he thought about how he'd taken her in his dream, so hard and fast and so rough. But that's not who I am—not the kind of man I am. So why did I dream that? And why does thinking about fucking her like that turn me on so much now? What's wrong with me? Booth looked into Brennan's eyes and saw how they had darkened with arousal just since he had begun telling her about his dream. Maybe it's okay. It's just a dream, right? She stared at him, blinking expectantly as she waited for him to continue and the look in her eyes seemed to give him some encouragement to finish the telling of his tale.
"And it's so sexy, the way you're just letting me totally be in control, and so I'm fucking you like crazy," Booth breathed, his voice husky with renewed desire as he remembered the climax of the dream. "And then I lose it right, and I was just about to come so hard, I just about fall over—"
"So, then, you came?" she asked, her voice unusually calm as she tilted her head at him in inquiry and interrupted him. "Didn't you?"
Booth looked away from her. She released one of his hands and took her free one to gently turn his face back to hers.
"Didn't you?" she pressed. "You came inside me?"
"Yes," he whispered, somewhat reticent in his response.
"And, why are you embarrassed about this?" she asked him, not comprehending his response. Fuck, he's so sexy when he's embarrassed, Brennan thought to herself. Oh, God, Booth—
He swallowed hard and then sighed once more. "It's not that I came inside of you—I mean, I did, but that's not why I'm...it's just, well." Booth looked away, gathering his thoughts as he recalled the way he'd taken her in his dream. He then turned to her and smiled awkwardly. "It's, well, the way I fucked you in my dream—it was like I didn't care about you at all. It was so totally one-sided, Bones—I just fucked you. I didn't really kiss you, or do anything to make you feel good, never mind come. I didn't touch you beyond taking what I wanted for myself. It was so incredibly selfish—an empty thing, the way I fucked you in that dream. I just used you, but you didn't come—at least, I'm pretty certain you didn't. You enjoyed yourself, I guess, but you didn't come. And, in the dream, I didn't care. Not one fucking bit. I didn't give a damn, and, well—" Booth shook his head, looking up and away with a crease in his brow and shame in his eyes. "And I enjoyed it. I liked it, Bones. I really, really liked it," he finished his confession to her.
"So, let me get this straight," Brennan replied with a firm nod of her head as she looked at him with a knowing look in her eyes. "You objectified me, tore my clothing off my body, ordered me around, and fucked me hard. Does that seem to sum up the course of events that transpired in your dream?"
"Yeah—" he confirmed softly.
"Well, I don't know about you, Booth," she aid with a small shrug. "But, there's only one thing I find there that's really offensive," she said, a bit of a laugh hiding at the edge of her voice.
"And, what part's that, Bones?" he asked cautiously.
"The unforgivable part where you neglected to make sure I got off," Brennan told him, teasing him slightly even if he was a bit too sensitive to realize it. "I never took you for the selfish kind in bed, Booth—"
"I don't know why I dreamed it that way, Bones," he said guiltily. "That's not how I am. You know that. Right?" Booth held her gaze in that moment, imploring her to understand. "I mean, I hope so, right? You know that? I'm not that kind of guy. That's why the way I treated you in that dream makes me sick. I feel so shitty, Bones, I can't even tell you—"
"Hmmm, well there's only one thing to do, Booth," Brennan said, wanting to alleviate his guilt and reassure him at the same time. She smiled at him and added, "You're just going to have to make amends with me, here and now."
"How can you even want me near you after I told you what I did to you?" he said, the guilt still present in his voice.
"In a dream, Booth." She stopped and leaned down to kiss him, renewing and bolstering their physical contact. "It was a dream—just a dream. It wasn't real. And, of course I know that's not the type of man you are. You're a good, decent and honorable man, Booth."
Booth pursed his lips as a smile curved them at hearring her words. "Thanks, Bones."
"You're the best man I know," she whispered. "Your actions in that dream aren't indicative of your true persona, and it's okay. That wasn't real, it was just a dream. But, here and now?" She paused, reaching in to kiss him again to emphasize her point as he felt a shock of electricity as her lips touched his skin. "This is real. Now, us, here, together? Now, it's not a dream. Now, it's for real." The soft smile on her lips turned slightly wicked with her next words. "So, the question I have for you is, if I solicit you a third time, am I going to get rejected again or what? Because if so, you need to let me know so I can go use your bathroom to take care of this arousal of mine...maybe it'll do something for my headache, too."
"I can't guarantee that I'll cure your headache," Booth said with a laugh, as her words banished the darkness as if Brennan had lit a match. God, I love her, he thought happily. Some levity returning to his demeanor since she'd reassured him, he nodded. "But I'm fairly certain that I can make it so that that headache of yours is the last damn thing you'll be thinking about." He flashed his eyebrows and grinned a wide, toothy smile. "Booth lovin'—it's Philadelphia's own best-kept-secret hangover cure."
"I must've missed that one in the apothecary shop in the Old City when I was sightseeing near Independence Hall," Brennan murmured into his ear, dragging her lips over the soft skin of his helix.
"Well," he said in a husky voice as he bent his head up to press his lips against her neck. "I don't give it to just anyone."
"So, I'm not anyone?" she countered.
"Normal, run-of-the-mill anyones don't get the special Boothy cure for tequila hangovers. But a select few—well, actually, just one person actually—will get to experience the magic," he said with a cheeky grin.
"Oh, really?" Brennan asked.
Booth winked at her as he said, "Yeah, Bones. That is, if you're still interested—I mean, it's really up to you."
"Just for the record, Booth, I'm always interested," she grinned at him. He crowed a bit at her words, and she rolled her eyes—playfully this time—before continuing. "So, considering how the tequila was your fault, I suppose I do owe you the opportunity to make it up to me," Brennan said with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Especially since last night was sorta a bit...frenzied." She stopped and then tilted her head as she looked at him and said, "Maybe that's why your subconscious came up with that aggressive motif last night while you were asleep and dreaming?"
"I dunno about the last one, Bones," he shrugged. "As for the other thing—" He stopped and gave her such a charmingly shy smile that, if it were physically possible, Brennan would've melted on the spot. "I'm sorry about last night—not that it happened, I mean, but that it wasn't up to standards," he said with a coy shrug.
"That's okay, Booth," she told him, smiling back.
"No, no it's not, Bones," Booth said. "So, like I said, if you're still game, I definitely think a do-over will do you nicely." And me, too, while we're at it.
"A 'do-over,' huh?" Brennan considered his offer. She then grinned evilly as she asked with a laugh, "So you fucking me against your apartment wall within three seconds of getting your deadbolt unlocked isn't standard Booth operating procedure?"
"Nope," he deadpanned. "Though, under the right circumstances—that is, when both participants are sober—it can be a pretty hot appetizer, if you know what I mean." He paused, waggled his eyebrows for emphasis, and then continued with a small shake of his head. "But no, that's not on the usual menu of Boothy goodness, in case you were wondering, and so I'd really like to rectify that, if you're still game."
"Booth?"
"Yeah, Bones?"
"Do...do you want me?"
He groaned at her question. More than anything. "Yeah, Bones—I want you. Do you want me to prove it to you?"
"Mmmmmmm, I don't know," Brennan said with a small shake of her head as she bit her lip to keep from giving herself away. "I just don't know—there's all this talk of 'do-overs' and rectifying things, Booth, when you've forgotten one important thing."
"And, what's that, Bones?" Booth replied.
"That I may've been completely satisfied with how things went last night," she said, leveling her gaze at him. "More than satisfied, actually."
"Yes, well, maybe I wasn't," Booth grinned. "I can do better, so if you think the last time was good, just wait—"
"I don't know, Booth," Brennan said as she pursed his lips with a small shake of her head. "I just don't know," she repeated.
"Yeah, well, I do," he said. "And you do, too, Bones. You've known for a long damn time, I think. I sure have."
"Oh, fine," she sighed in mock exasperation. "Fine," she repeated. "You're right—so, if you're right, and you want me, and you want your 'do-over'...my question is—what are you waiting for? Take what you want," she said at last, tightening her legs against him again. .
"Yeah," he growled. "I'm done fucking waiting. I'm done." He reached up and cupped her square, slender jaw between his hands and pulled her mouth to his.
"Then, don't wait," she whispered through his kiss. "I'm tired of waiting, too. We're here. We're done being patient, right? Now's not the time for talk, Booth. Action is preferable to inaction, I think."
She leaned down and pressed her chest against his broad torso. Dragging her nipples across his chest as she moved from left to right, she felt a slow tingle in her pelvic region begin to grow in its intensity. "Now," she moaned at him, grinding her hips into his groin again. "Right now."
His hands suddenly fell away from her face and chased down the smooth, ivory skin of her back to the round globes of her ass. "Yeah?" Booth asked, his voice deep and gravelly as his hoarse breath disappeared into another demanding, grasping kiss. A low growl sounded from his chest as he squeezed her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart as he pressed her against his hips, leaving her with no doubt whatsoever as to how aroused he was.
"Do you want me?" she whispered again against his stubbled cheek. He grunted in the affirmative. "Then, take what you want," she encouraged him.
Booth gritted his teeth and winced as a vaguely uncomfortable flash of want tugged at him from behind his navel. He squeezed her ass again, pulling her against him and pressing into her damp curls with his erection. "Yeah?" he asked again, still unsure as his mind was swimming with desire whether he could form a coherent thought, much less a complete sentence. "Yeah," he muttered again with a nod as he slid his hands once more around to her hips, reaching up to capture her lips in a hungry kiss before rolling her under him. "Mmmmmmm," he said as he bent his head down to kiss her neck, smiling as he saw the faint red marks he had left there the night before. "Definitely."
Brennan squeezed her thighs around his bony hips, squirming a bit beneath his weight as she tried to modulate the friction against her most sensitive places. Soon such efforts were rendered moot as Booth, supporting his weight on one arm, slid the other along her collarbone, down the space between her breasts, and across the expanse of her smooth, creamy abdomen, all the while trying to touch her skin not merely with his fingertips, but also with his palm, wrist, and forearm, maximizing the amount of contact between his skin—which felt to him like it was radiating waves of heat that grew more intense with every passing minute—and hers, so soft and silky he wanted to drown himself in the feel of her.
"Booth," she whispered, arching her back as he dragged the calloused heel of his right palm over her navel. "Stop teasing me," she whispered. He looked up from his ministrations, absently threading his fingers through her soft, springy curls as he narrowed his eyes, puzzled by her statement.
"What?" he grumbled, rolling her curls between his fingertips as he stroked his long middle finger along the cleft between her folds.
Brennan sucked in a breath through her teeth as felt him tug on the hair slightly, caused her to feel pinpricks of light at the edge of her peripheral vision, and she twisted away from his touch.
"No more foreplay," she said in a firm tone which then cracked with her next words. "Come on, Booth," she pleaded. "Please."
He looked up at her again, tilting his his head slightly as he heard something he had dreamed of but never expected to ever hear: Temperance Brennan, seemingly begging for it...from him. The sound of her voice, and the thought of her pleading for the opportunity to achieve sexual gratification because of his efforts, nearly undid him right then and there. Booth felt the tugging behind his navel become even more of a painful tightness in his groin when he became impossibly hard, and his balls ached for release.
"Huh," he grunted as he thumbed her clit once and laughed.
"Boo-oooooth!" she groaned, flinching as she felt him roll off of her and push away from her, sliding off the side of the bed. "Please," she whispered again, imploring him to act.
Booth rolled over and got off the mattress, standing at the side of the bed, a crooked grin on his face as he watched the rise and fall of her heaving chest for several long moments, his eyes blazing nearly black with want. Brennan squirmed a little under his intense look, turning her hips towards him slightly as their eyes met. He narrowed his eyes as he observed the tell-tale way the damp of her auburn curls reflected the soft, yellowish light of the morning sun that had started to peek through the blinds of his bedroom window. A low, breathy sound escaped from her lips as she met his gaze, and what remained of his self-control rapidly sublimated as he leaned forward and reached for her hips, yanking her towards him so that her ass nearly hung off the edge of the mattress.
"Did it turn you on to hear about my dream?" he asked, surprised that in the fog of lust he could actually string together that many words into a coherent thought. He felt his cock twitch and his balls tighten as he saw a twinkle in her eyes that told him, before she uttered a sound in response, exactly what she thought of his recounting of his perplexing dream.
"Yes," she whispered, her face flush and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "God, yes...please—of course it did, Booth. You know it did, from the very first word—"
He swallowed, stepped closer and gripped her legs, his hands curled under her knees as he spread her legs wide apart. "What do you want, Bones?" he asked her, his voice a half-octave lower than normal. He leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment as he tried to collect himself. This is not going to be the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am we did last night, he told himself. You owe her better than what you gave her last night. Much better—so do that thing you do so well when you want to and make it right.
"Fuck me, Booth," she growled, arching her back and thrust her hips up, almost as if she were the devil on one of his shoulders to the angel of his inner mental voice. Her movement brushed her wet curls against his thigh as he pulled away. "You know you want me," she said, forcing herself to smile through the painful throb between her legs.
"Damn right I do," he growled, releasing one of her legs and closing his fist around his cock, pumping himself a couple of times before leaning in and pressing into her. A long breath escaped his lips as he entered her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was overcome with how incredible she felt. Oh my God, Bones, he thought, unable in that mind-melting moment to speak a word. He felt her warm, slippery walls envelop him as he drove as deeply into her as he could. He took a deep breath, pressing her thighs back towards her hips as he slowly withdrew from her.
"Booo-ooooth," she said, her moan almost a whine as she felt him nearly leave her. Her eyes snapped open and she leveled a stare at him as he drew his hips back and slammed into her. "Ohhhhh!" she gasped as she threw her head back at the sensation of him filling her up completely. Oh my God, she thought. He feels so good.
Booth forced his eyes open as he watched her body writhe before him, her back arching off the bed as he stroked inside of her. He swore he'd never seen anything in his life more beautiful than the way the ivory skin of her chest and shoulders flushed a deeper pink with every one of his intense strokes. Oh my God, he thought. She feels so good—so fucking good, the best ever. He dropped his hands to the mattress on either side of her waist as he stroked into her harder, pressing his weight against her most sensitive spot so she felt him, on the inside and everywhere else, with every pounding stroke he made into her. He felt her sweat-slicked skin slide against his and the sensation of it made his head spin a little.
"Oh, Booth," she whispered, gasping when she felt his stubbled cheek brush against her earlobe as he bent his head down to press sucking kisses along the side of her neck.
"Oh, baby," he murmured against the soft skin at the base of her throat, just slowing his thrusts ever so slightly.
Instead of the protest he expected in response to his reflexive use of the term he knew she hated, Brennan merely made a kittenish sound that made Booth groan at hearing it. He moved his hands farther up to give himself better leverage as he began to grind harder against her pelvis with every stroke. A burning, tugging sensation set deeply behind his navel and told him he was getting dangerously close to the breaking point. However, he also knew he had to bring her there first.
"You like that, Bones?" he asked her, his husky voice nearly a growl as he ground hard against her clit with every pounding stroke.
"Yes," she moaned against him. "But, you already know that. You can feel me already, tight all around you, can't you, Booth?"
"Oh God, yes," he groaned. "You feel fantastic. Un-freakin'-believable," he whispered as he stroked into her again.
"Do you know how long I've been wet?" Brennan murmured, sucking in a breath as he slid out of her. "Since before I crawled on top of you, since before I let the sheet fall, since you reached for me the first time. I've been wet all this time, and it's because of you."
"God, Bones," he murmured, slowly pressing back into her and holding himself there firmly. "You liked hearing me telling you about that—that crazy dream?"
"I like the fact that you trust me enough to tell me, Booth," Brennan said softly, lacing her fingers together behind his waist as she pulled him even deeper into her . "I want everything from you—good, bad, positive, negative, beautiful, ugly, and everything that exists in between those extremes. I want to know it all." She arched her hips into his as if to emphasize her point.
For a moment, Booth stilled his strokes and looked at her, his mind racing as he tried to assemble a suitably profound response to her proclamation of intimate desire. "Bones," he whispered. "Baby, I want that, too. I want everything, too." He hesitated, then opened his mouth to speak again. "I want to give you everything—everything I have. All of it." As the words left his mouth, he withdrew from her, eliciting a nearly inaudible whimper from her before he closed his eyes, drew his hips back and stroked back into her with a soft, low grunt.
"But, you're holding back on me," Brennan said with a small shake of her head. She rotated her hips slightly. "I can feel it." She stopped, wincing briefly at the ever-increasing pleasure of his movements, and then held his gaze as she said, "I know that whatever you're capable of, you would never hurt me. I'm not a fragile item that will break, Booth. I can handle it—I can handle you. I want to handle you." She sighed. "Please," she whispered.
"Bones—" Booth's heart pounded in his chest, and for several long seconds, his movements stilled again and his mind was blank.
"No," Brennan said, shaking her head again. "You don't have to be afraid, Booth. You won't hurt me. Nothing you can do to me will make me care about you any less than I do right now. You have to trust me—" She stopped, scooting her ass a bit more off the edge of the bed in an attempt to pull closer to him. "Do you trust me, Booth?"
"Yes," he continued to whisper. "More than anything." His mouth hung open as he watched her face.
"Then, stop holding back," she nodded. "You know what I want, you know what I need. We deserve more, Booth. Don't hold back. Give me everything."
Her words made him shiver slightly as he recalled the vow he'd made to take everything from the Brennan in his dreams. As if fate were giving him a chance to mollify his conscience by an act of giving to the Brennan of his real life, he nodded at her. For a few seconds, he thought back to the way her eyes had darkened as he told her about his dream, and he knew what he had to do.
"Me not holding back, Bones—that's what you want?" he asked her, his voice hoarse and growing rougher with each word he uttered. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Then, everything, Bones—right now, that means me giving you everything is the same as me fucking you, Bones," he said. "Hard." His voice caught in his throat as he clarified, "Very hard." Tilting his head as he looked deeply into her pale eyes, he asked again, "Is that what you want?"
"Yes," she groaned as he pressed into her further to illustrate his point. "Now."
"You want me to fuck you?" he repeated, to emphasize the importance of what she was asking of him. "You want me to fuck you now like I fucked you in my dream?"
Brennan moaned in the affirmative as he pulled out just enough to quickly push himself as deeply as he could into her.
"Hard, Bones?" Booth said, as he picked up his pace once again. "Is that what you really want? Me to fuck you hard like that?"
Her back arched as she closed her eyes, offering only another moan as her answer.
"You like having my hard cock inside of you?" he asked, slowly gathering speed as he went and set a fast tempo. "You like it when I fuck you like this, huh?" he grunted. Her eyes snapped open again as her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she opened her mouth, but no words came out. "You like getting your brains fucked out like this, huh, Bones?" His own voice caught in his throat as he winced, trying to summon the willpower to hold himself together even as he wanted nothing more than to explode inside of her. "Bet ya never thought you'd be here, having me fuck you senseless like this, eh, Bones?"
He pulled out slightly, waiting for her to respond, his mouth gaping open as his breaths came hard and fast.
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Harder, Booth. Please keep doing that—harder," she told him.
"You sure, Bones?" he said with another powerful thrust. "You sure you can handle it?"
"Don't stop," she repeated. "Oh, God—don't stop."
"Don't stop what?" he prodded her, slowing his movements just enough to get her attention.
"Don't stop fucking me," she clarified breathlessly. "Harder. Now. Ohhhh...pleeeeaaaase—"
Booth winced as a flash of almost painful arousal surged through him. He opened his mouth to respond to her, but in that moment, he knew he was beyond words. "Nnnnnngth," he grunted, slamming into her hard, holding himself deeply inside of her for a few moments before pulling away and resuming his grinding, pounding assault on her.
"Yessssss," she hissed, reaching her hands around and cupping his ass. She tightened her fingers, taking care so that they were splayed across the bottom of his firm cheeks. Brennan began her movements in a slow and firm pattern, but as Booth continued to pound into her, she began to increase the pressure so that her fingertips shifted to press her nails into his muscular buttocks.
Booth groaned as he felt her fingernails dig into the skin of his ass. Another jolt of electricity flashed through his belly and he felt his balls hitch, and he knew he was getting very, very close to letting go. "Bones," he murmured. "Are you—?"
"Close," she whispered, leaning back into the bed's softness. She writhed slightly, the incomplete thoughts echoing in her mind even as she spoke them. "Close—but, not there yet."
"Help me," he choked, stilling his movements for a moment. "Bones, help me. I'm not gonna last much longer—"
Lifting her head up from the mattress, she locked eyes with him and blinked several times as she tried to make sense of his words.
"Bones," he begged. "Help me get you—I want you to come, baby..."
Watching his lips move, it was almost as if Brennan was seeing a television program that had a picture slightly out of sync with its audio.
"Please," he whispered again.
She blinked several more times, struggling to process the information she knew that he'd conveyed to her for an important reason. And, then, as she finally realized what he was asking her to do, she gave him a slight nod.
"Now?" he said, his voice low but encouraging as he slowly rocked in and out of her. He had slowed his movements in the hope of staving off his own release.
"Talk to me," Brennan said, closing her eyes and leaning back into the bed. "Your voice—I want to hear your voice."
"What?" he gulped, at a loss for why'd she make that particular request.
"Just talk," Brennan breathed. "Your voice—I need to hear you—it...it makes things...I can feel the sensations even stronger when you speak."
Booth breathed deeply and drew his hips back, stroking into her slowly as he felt her warm, wet walls close around him. "You feel so good, Bones," he murmured. "So tight and hot, and wet, I can't believe it." He slid deeply into her and then pulled out again. "You feel so much better than could have imagined, Bones—better than in my dreams, all of them."
Brennan's hands fell away from Booth's ass and slowly she allowed her hands to come up, tracing her fingers lightly along her sides. They reached up for her breasts, and she began to play with her nipples.
Her breath was coming in short gasps as she rotated each dusky pink peak between each hand's thumb and forefinger. "Oooooohhhhh—"
"So good," he murmured, as much to her as to himself. "God, you feel fucking fantastic, Bones. I can't believe—" He watched her pleasure herself and groaned at the magnificent sight of it. "You have no idea," he moaned. "No idea how long I've wanted you, Bones—how long I've wanted to be with you." He swallowed hard as he watched her tweak herself. "To fuck you," he hissed.
Brennan continued to writhe as she played with her tits. Booth watched as she twisted her hips from side-to-side underneath him.
"Oh my God," he groaned, his long, smooth strokes turning once more into harder thrusts. "I've wanted you for so long, baby, and you feel better than I could have imagined." A long, low sigh escaped his lips. "So, so good..."
"Fuck, Booth—" Brennan moaned as she started to feel the tell-tale small tremors start to vibrate into something stronger, much stronger, as she felt herself start to fall over the edge in familiarly wonderful intensive flutter. "Fuuuccckk—"
"Oh, Booonnnnness," he said, his low groan turning into a growl as he pressed into her, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt her flutter lightly and then, after some moments, clench tightly around him. It almost felt as if she were pulling him more deeply into her.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck—" Brennan cried. "Booth, ohhhhhhhh—"
"Ohhhh—" Booth drew back one last time and pressed into her, firmly and slowly, holding himself there as he enjoyed the way she quivered around him, and he felt her release wash over him as he let himself shatter, emptying himself inside of her. He stayed inside of her for a time—moments, minutes, he wasn't exactly sure—as he waited for his mind and spirit to waft their way back down into his physical body from wherever they'd fled to at the moment he'd broken apart.
Looking up at him with a languid gaze, Brennan broke the silence that hung between them as she smiled and used her pointer finger to indicate that he should come closer as she wagged it at him. "Bed?" she offered. "It's softer here."
Booth shook his head, trying to regain his senses. "Okay," he said with a laugh.
"Come here," she said with a silky throatiness to her voice that signaled her repletion. She lifted her ass and swung her hips back into the bed as she started to crawl backwards deeper into the mattress. "Now?" she asked.
"Yeah," he chuckled, chasing after her on all fours with heavy-lidded eyes. "Bed is nice," he said, perching himself over her as he bent down and kissed the base of her neck.
"So, I guess it's a good thing that we don't have to do anything today with the trial and everything?" she asked, almost murmuring as his lips traced the contour of her delicately pale skin.
"Mmmmm," he murmured against her neck.
"I'll take that as a yes," Brennan said, tilting her head so that his lips met hers in a gentle kiss.
Gently, Booth sat up in bed, grabbed a couple of the pillows that were haphazardly tossed against the headboard and began to fluff them. Punching them lightly for emphasis, when he was satisfied, he arranged them just as he wanted them before he rolled over and assumed a more comfortable position. Brennan sat up, watching him with a curious glint in her eye. When Booth was situated to his liking, he extended his arms and reached out for her.
Brennan scooted over and allowed Booth to pull her towards him, adjusting so that she pressed her body to the contour of his side. Her arm came up to rest on his chest as she began to absentmindedly trace small lines across his trapezius muscle.
Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead as he said, "Headache better?"
Yawning slightly, Brennan gave him a lopsided smile as she nodded. She then looked at him as she blinked several times and said in a small voice, "Booth?"
"Yeah, Bones?" he replied quietly.
"What happens next?" she asked suddenly.
"Hmmmm?" He raised a quizzical eyebrow. "What do you mean, Bones?"
She lifted her head and looked at his eyes. "When two people have everything between them, there's nothing left to separate them, right?"
"Yeah, Bones," he said, brushing an errant strand of hair off her forehead.
"So, this—us...I know it's not how either one of us thought we'd get here, especially considering the fact of where we were yesterday, but—it's better than a dream, right?" Brennan asked with the truth of her question clearly shining in her eyes.
"Yeah," Booth said, pressing a gentle kiss against her temple. "Better than any dream, Bones." He pulled her closer against his chest and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Way better."
The End
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