Now for some smut! I'm glad that the last chapter was enjoyed by all of you and I loved all of the reviews.. Sometimes a fun break in the action is good for something different, and Pops is always a good character to have some interaction with. Now back to the main event. A fair warning to begin with, though. I use this scene as a way to let loose the anger and negative feelings that had to have built up over the three years since he drew the line and in the few months since he lied to her about how he loved her. Gregg.
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Booth was about ready to scream. He'd never been so worked up in his whole life, and the worst part was that Bones was causing all this. Granted, she was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, but she was working him up, and just before the reward, she would slow it down and he would be back to square one. He realized that he'd spent an hour or so going down on Bones, but at least she'd had a number of orgasms to keep her going. What did he get? Not one. Nope. Not a one and now his cock and balls were almost in agony, though he had to be honest and say that her talented mouth felt like heaven on him. He refused to even think about how she got so skillful, or with whom, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Oh Christ! Now she was starting with the humming again.
"Uh, Bones?" he said in a very ragged groan.
Bones let his cock slide out of her mouth, though she continued stroking him with her hand. "Yes?" she asked, a knowing grin on her face. He was so close, and his explosion would be powerful. After he had taken such exquisite charge of her while he ate her out, she had decided that she needed to show him that she could take charge just as thoroughly.
"Uh, I let you have your reward, how about letting me now?" he stammered. It should be illegal to he as good as she was at this. He made a note to find Sully and thank him for giving Bones some practice, and then beat the shit out of him for the same reason. At least that was one schmuck that would suffer for having been with Bones and then hurting her. Maybe he'd look up the deep sea welder, too, while he was at it. And maybe some of the others he knew about. He shook his head. He had more important things to concentrate on at the moment than her previous lovers he'd love to kick the shit out of.
"But I'm having so much fun, Booth," she purred in the most sultry tone she had. The glazed look in Booth's eyes that formed when he heard her tone was proof that she was on the right track.
"Bones," he squeaked, mortified that his voice was moving up a few octaves, "I'm dying here and if you want to be able to actually crochet tonight, I need some relief or I'm going to pass out from pain."
"All you had to do was ask," she chuckled as she took him in her mouth again and began a rapid bobbing of her head. She created as much suction as she could, all the while using her tongue as deftly as she could to create some more friction. After only a minute or so more, she could feel him swell in her mouth and lengthen, then he began to cum powerfully. She rapidly swallowed all he had to offer, letting herself savor him, and then she slowly spent time suckling him softly as he softened before letting him slip from her mouth. She moved up alongside of him and curled up against him, letting her mouth nuzzle against his neck as he caught his breath. She breathed in the heady scent of his pheromones as well as the sweat from such exertion. There was no way she'd ever tire of the scent of him, regardless of the particular scent.
"Is my torture over?" he asked.
"Don't you dare try and say you didn't enjoy every second of that," she replied cheekily. She knew she had pressed it by making him stay on the precipice so long, but it did make for a much more powerful orgasm and most men enjoyed that, despite the anxiousness created, and the discomfort.
"Never said I didn't," he told her. "But now I have to get a second wind before I can even think of crocheting."
Bones smiled widely as she curled into him closer. She wasn't a cuddler by nature when with a lover, but Booth, as in all things, was a real exception. She wanted all the things with him that she had normally shunned in a sexual relationship in the past. Even the dreaded concept of "love" was becoming a quantifiable idea for her. The idea that she had worn him out by just giving him a blowjob, even if it was a long and very drawn out one, excited her to no end. She reached down to fondle him, but he took her hand and pulled it up to his chest.
"Hey!" she protested. She wanted to play with her new "toy" damn it!
"Sorry, Bones, but Little Seeley down there is a bit raw at the moment and needs a bit of time before he can handle being touched," Booth smirked.
"Little Seeley isn't so 'little', Booth," she told him with an admiring sigh as she looked at the appendage in question. Even flaccid the thing was a sight to behold in her opinion. She chuckled as she remembered the phone call from Pops.
"What's so funny?" he asked, stifling a yawn. He definitely did not want to show any signs of being tired as she would become even more wicked considering he was still, obviously, on thin ice over the whole line idiocy and the lie of a few months before.
"I was just thinking what you would have done if it had been Parker on the phone when you answered it like you did, instead of Hank," she continued laughing at the mental image she had just produced of that.
"Oh, God," Booth shuddered at the thought. Now that would have been a disaster. He would have been on the receiving end of an onslaught of questions about what he was doing crocheting; real crocheting, not sex crocheting. How humiliating would that have been? "It's all your fault, Bones," he told her with a twinkle in his eyes.
"MY fault?" she questioned with a raised brow.
Booth smiled. "Of course," he told her. "If you weren't so incredibly hot I wouldn't have been so distracted when I answered the phone."
For one of the rare times in her life she blushed at a compliment on her beauty. With Booth she could be sure he meant every word, despite it being part of a joking banter. "You're unbelievably distracting, too, Booth," she informed him. "Now I'm going to give you one hour to rest up, and then I expect this crocheting party to continue."
"I might need a bit more than an hour, Bones," Booth told her as he looked down on Little Seeley with some concern. Little or not, he felt like every nerve down there was on fire.
"One hour, Booth," she told him, distracting him with a kiss. "Then I expect the real crocheting to begin." She settled down with her head on his chest as she noticed him fall asleep almost instantly. She knew he was able to fall asleep on a dime, so it must be the military training. She decided to spend the next hour taking a slow visual inventory of his body. Naturally, she liked what she saw.
His form was perfect in her opinion. The pectorals and abs on him were well developed and toned, but not freakishly so. The light skin color, with just a hint of a tan, was a delight to look at when contrasted with her own skin. His legs were long and muscular, again not freakishly so. Finally her attention focused on his cock. She'd spent an hour going down on him in return for the hour he'd spent orally pleasuring her, and knew that organ intimately, but this was a visual admiration of it. It was long and thick, even while flaccid. She memorized each line and vein along with the firm curves all along it. His scrotum was of good size and she knew his balls were also of good size. While she made her visual inspection, she kept cursing herself and him for all the lost time the last three years since he'd made up that ridiculous line. There was one part of him, though, that she spent a great deal of time in introspection on. His scar that was the remnants of Pam Nunan shooting him almost 20 months previously. The agony of those two weeks when she thought Booth was dead came back to her and she took a deep breath to calm down. She didn't usually dwell on what losing him would do to her, but every time she thought of when he was shot she couldn't help but remember those two weeks.
Even though it had only been about 35 minutes she couldn't wait any longer. Her thoughts about his fake death made her want to have him. Reaching down, she let her hand slowly feel his cock, enjoying the warm feel of it, and the smooth texture, interrupted only by the few veins running along its length. He grew hard from her silent ministrations and then she looked up at his face. She smiled. He was still asleep. Moving quickly, she straddled his hips and positioned him at her entrance, slowly sinking down on him, letting herself groan quietly, her eyes closed, as she enjoyed the full, stretched feeling that he created within her. She was thrilled to finally have him inside of her, and she began a slow movement of her hips, clenching and unclenching her inner muscles instead of moving up and down on his length. It was fun to see how long she could keep this up before he woke up and realized what was happening. The thought of him possibly waking her up with something equally enjoyable spurred her on.
"That is so unfair, Bones," Booth groaned as he woke up to find himself buried inside of her while she rode him. Not that he disliked being with her, but come on! He would have liked to be wide awake when he entered her for the very first time! The he quickly glanced at the clock as he let loose another groan as she clenched down on him really hard. "A little impatient?" he asked.
"My patience was gone three years ago," she growled with a gleam in her eyes. "The only mistake I made was listening to that nonsense about a line."
Bones began to slide up and down his length, constantly using her inner muscles to add to his pleasure, and hers. The rim of his cock head kept sliding against her g-spot, sending deep tremors coursing through her as she rode him. She let herself get more aggressive and let herself grind hard against him as she literally slammed herself down on him for each down stroke.
"Three years of you talking about making love, breaking the laws of physics, incredible kisses under the Mistletoe, your jealousy when I was with a man yet you wouldn't claim me for yourself," she talked on, listing the things that had her so fucking angry over the last three years. She kept slamming herself down on him, making him feel her power and desire as much as was humanly possible while she continued her rant. "And then when you finally tell me you love me, you go and lie to me about how you love me!" she slammed herself down one last time as she exploded in a powerful orgasm.
Bones let herself come down slowly from the ecstasy that she'd just experienced, all the while keeping her eyes fixated in his. She wanted him to know what the last three years had done. There were many good things about those years, but there was also a lot of mistakes and guilt that were attached as a result of his line, and then later his lie. She was ready for this, and wanted to begin something lifelong with him, but he needed to understand what he had caused, despite her own mistakes along the way. When the tremors were merely minor ripples, she began to slowly slide up and down his length again. She was shocked, though, when she suddenly found herself on her back with Booth above her, still deep inside of her.
"And you think the last three years were easy for me, Bones?" he asked as he began a powerful stroke of his own, though much more consistent and even. "You dated Sully! You had a number of one night stands while Zack was in Iraq all the while you stayed away from me like it was my fault he went over there! You said kissing me was like kissing your brother! You went out with two guys at the same time going to the opera with one and then coming home to use the other one as a glorified dildo! And then you went out with my brother and made me feel like a loser!"
Bones matched him stroke for stroke as she moved her hips in time with his pounding in and out of her. She was enjoying the frantic, rough quality of the sex, and she was also glad to finally have both of them let loose the anger and painful emotions that they each held from the last three years. She felt like they were getting rid of all of that so they could start a relationship with a clean slate. She also knew that their lovemaking after this would be slow and loving, with no anger involved. In many ways it was comforting to know that their sex life would likely be a replay of their deep friendship. Going at it tooth and nail on something important or inconsequential, and then head out for drinks and quality time just talking.
Booth was shocked at how fierce he was acting, but something told him that this was a good thing. A lot of anger and emotions had been bottled up inside both of them for a long time just festering. For it to come out when they finally got to the point of having a sexual relationship made sense in a bizarre way. He kept pounding into her as hard as he could, all the while he told her what he felt. When he had ended his tirade she shocked him by demanding that he keep on fucking her hard and deep. He wasn't about to argue with her on that and he did as she ordered. He felt himself getting close to losing it and warned her. She'd started this without putting a condom on him and he was just coherent enough to realize it.
"I don't care," she said bluntly. "Cum inside of me," she told him. "I want all of you," she added as she felt him lengthen and swell as he exploded as he heard her words. She felt the hot spurts of his semen deep inside her pussy and she moaned in pleasure, then let loose with a scream as she came one more time as he slammed into her a final time and held himself still as he finished cumming.
Booth slumped forward and rolled to his side as he slipped from inside of her. It took him a moment to catch his breath. He looked at her when he opened his eyes to find her looking at him. She was breathing heavy, and the sweat on her skin gave her a glistening sheen. "Are you okay, Bones?" he asked, almost terrified that he may have hurt her.
Bones nodded her head. "I think this is what we've needed to do for a long time," she told him softly. "We both needed to let it all out." She offered a bit of a smirk. "Besides which, I enjoy a bit of rough sex now and then."
Booth chuckled. "I know that now," he replied. "Are we okay?" he asked.
Bones nodded again. "We've always been 'okay' Booth," she observed. "We just spent three years hiding from what we should have had. We both made mistakes, and for my own, I'm sorry. I won't apologize for seeing to my sexual needs, Booth, but I can apologize for not making you see that it was you who I wanted, not those other men."
"I was an idiot," he groaned as he pulled her into his arms, her head laying on his chest.
"Yes, you were," Bones teased as she pinched his side.
"You do realize this is for keeps, don't you?" he asked her, slightly nervous. "No going back to the way we were?"
"I know," she replied. She was tempted to call him "honey", or some other corny term of endearment, but she thought about it for a minute and realized that when she called him Booth and he called her Bones, they were already using a very deep term of endearment for each other. The short conversation about nicknames she'd had with Angela some time back now made a lot more sense. She lifted her head and looked at him. "Let's get some rest, Booth," she suggested. "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for, and you still need to show me that we can break the laws of physics." She yawned and put her head back down on his chest and quickly fell asleep. Her body needed some rest, after all.
A/N: Emotions can be set loose with something as simple as a word. In this case I had Bones let her emotions loose upon hearing the word "impatient". It made for an energetic round of sex, but I can see them having something like this happening as they work through the pitfalls of the past. It also makes sense given the torture she'd subjected him to the last month, and also that very day once they began to have some fun. I hope you all enjoyed this one. Gregg.