To Come Through

By: Lesera128

Rated: M

Disclaimer: ::stares:: ::blinks:: ::stares again:: Yeah. I still don't own anything…but, you knew that from the stares, right?

Summary: Everyone has a breaking point. After Pelant's latest threats against the team, Booth reaches his and does something that pushes his partnership with Brennan past the point of no return. Set post-7x13.

Logistical Notes on the Story: Set at the end of season 7. Beware of such spoilers. Enter at your own risk.


Chapter 11 - A Sneak Attack


Later on, Booth would look back and realize he should've known what was occurring as it happened, even if he didn't anticipate its occurrence as an actual viable possibility.

One minute, he'd been in his office working diligently, trying to make connections between Pelant and what he thought the latest message the sociopath had left him might mean. A bag of burger and fries and one of Brennan's shoulder massages later, he found himself in her Prius and on their way back to the house. Brennan had convinced him that, given how late it was and how tired they were, it made sense for him to let her take him home, since his car was still in the impound as evidence to be processed anyway. She assured him that they could return with a fresh perspective early in the morning. He'd been so exhausted as he thought about the logic of her words, and they made so much sense, Booth didn't really bother to put up even a token fight when she smiled at him expectantly as she awaited his answer. So, he'd merely given her a tired smile in return, nodded, gotten up from his desk, cracked his back, pulled on his suit jacket, shut down his computer, dumped the garbage from his takeout dinner in the trash, shut the lights off, and locked the door to his office behind them before he let her lead him to where she'd parked.

He didn't even realize how tired he was until he woke up at some point between when Brennan had been pulling out into traffic on Constitutional Avenue and he woke up to see her merging onto the BW Parkway. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he gave her another wearily lopsided grin as he asked about Christine. Brennan responded with a simple smile of her own at mention of their daughter―she'd picked her up from daycare at the Jeffersonian before she'd met her dad at the diner when Brennan had picked up his burger and fries. Max had taken her to the house and awaited them there.

A short time later, when Brennan was pulling into their garage, and after they'd both trudged upstairs, said goodnight to Max, looked in on the baby, and then stumbled towards the master bedroom to get ready to go to sleep, Booth was mostly on autopilot. Figuring he'd mess with a shower in the morning, while Brennan was in the bathroom doing her nightly ritual of 'girl-stuff', he stripped down to his boxers and barely had enough energy to crawl underneath the covers of the duvet on their king-sized bed before his head hit the pillow, and Booth was out like a light.

Although Brennan was the only one who had realized it―because she'd stood leaning against the doorway that separated the master bathroom from the master bedroom watching him sleep for a while before she moved―Booth only had about a fifteen minute catnap under his proverbial Cocky belt buckled belt before he found himself awake once more.

It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on as his brain grudgingly started up once again because of the stimuli his body suddenly found itself processing.

The first thing he felt was a wonderful warmth.

Okay, he thought. That's just Bones. She's come to bed.

The second thing he felt was the softness of their bedsheets against a greater amount of his skin than he realized he should be feeling it.

Wait, a voice perked up. Hey! How…what…when did I get naked? Where are my boxers?

The third thing he felt was an incredible pressure in the area of his groin.

Oh, shit…another voice warned him. Uhhh…I know that feeling…and, oh, God that feels good.

"Bones," he moaned as his eyes popped open, and he struggled to lift his head up and off of his pillows as he took in the scene around him―one that differed a tremendous amount from the time when he'd fallen asleep less than twenty minutes earlier. He instantly became aware that their bedroom was now bathed in darkness but for a soothing single pair of lavender scented pillar candles that Brennan had light, one situated on each side of the bed on their respective nightstands. "Bones, baby, uh―"

Her warm and naked body had slipped in between the sheets and had molded itself to his at some point after she'd apparently stripped his boxers off and begun to have her way with him.

"I know you're tired," Brennan said quietly, her voice suddenly taking on the feel of velvet as she talked. "But, I hope you don't mind―"

Booth lost the coherent ability to speak as she shifted in bed slightly, readjusted her fingers as she grabbed at his rapidly growing erection, and began to pump him slightly in expectation.

Booth could only moan again in sheer delight as he let his head fall back into his stack of feather pillows when he closed his eyes and let the sensations overtake him.


-TBC-