Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like to keep my a/n light and fluffy and not overly long, so I apologize for not doing so this time. But it has come to my attention that my writing was majorly plagiarized and to put it mildly, I do not like that! So couple of things:
1) First of all, thank-you very much to the reviewer who alerted me to this, I certainly would have never found out on my own since I only read Bones fic and would have never, ever read the fic that copied it.
2) To the person who did it. PLEASE STOP. You have used my writing nearly word for word without nary a hint of a disclaimer or asking my permission (which by the way, I would have totally given to you if you had bothered to ask first).
Much thanks to the lovely jerseybones for her as usual AWESOME beta'ing. THANK-YOU!
Chapter 20: You Already Know
His fingers whispered along the outline of her face and it seemed almost surreal that she was actually there, sleeping peacefully in his bed, in his arms. She snuggled a little into his chest and Booth felt his stomach clench, one inescapable thought assaulting him brutally, Oh, Christ, I'll never be able to give this up.
Brennan made a little noise of protest as he gently replaced his chest with a pillow, placing a soothing kiss on her temple. Rolling out of bed, Booth threw on some track pants and shoes, picked up the discarded clothes on the floor of his bedroom and threw them into the hamper. He did the same thing with the clothes in his living room, except for her sexy little blue dress, which he draped over the back of the couch.
Making a quick trip to his car, he picked up her purse and Jesus Christ, his gun and badge. Wow, her little tell-me-yours-and-I'll-tell-you-mine fantasy game had really done a number on him. It was cold and he was shirtless, so he made his way back inside as quickly as possible. Booth let out an appreciative sigh at the warmth of his apartment as he closed the door behind him and walked quietly back into the bedroom. Checking the safety on his weapon, he dropped the items on his nightstand, staring down at the sight of her very feminine purse next to his gun and his badge. It looked intimate and so damn right.
Feeling like he could drink a gallon of water, Booth walked into the kitchen and poured himself a huge ice cold glass. Shit, he thought, looking at his messy kitchen, no point in giving her another reason to run in the morning. He shook his head ruefully as he began tidying up as much as any guy will tidy up a kitchen at nearly three in the morning. After about half an hour of throwing ancient cartons of Chinese food out of the fridge, rinsing the pile of plates in his sink, loading up the dishwasher, and wiping his counter top clean, Booth was fairly satisfied.
Refilling his empty glass of water, he walked back into the bedroom to find his partner walking out of the bathroom, sleepily knuckling her eyes.
"I was thirsty, it woke me up … I borrowed your …" she pointed shyly to the large black T-shirt that read ARMY in block lettering. "I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course not," he answered quickly, mesmerized by the way the black fabric hit her mid-thigh and seemed to swallow her whole. He sometimes forgot that despite her delicious curves, she was tiny.
"Here," he extended his glass of water. "Drink up, Bones."
She took the water with a sweet smile and he placed his arms around her waist, nuzzling the side of her neck.
"How was your nap?" he whispered, trailing his hands up and down her back.
"Mmm," she mumbled, chugging the glass of water and making him laugh.
"You want more?" he asked, taking the empty glass from her and turning around to set it down on the closest flat surface.
"Yes," she answered and when he turned towards her again, Booth found himself in her arms, her lips pressed to his throat. "But not water."
"Whatever you want, Bones," he promised, fingers tangling in her hair and his head falling back in pleasure at the feel of her cool lips on him. "Mmm … oh, damn, that's …" His eyes closed on a husky moan as she kissed the base of his throat, her pink tongue swirling along his skin and tracing the slight indentation.
"Is that … you like that?" she inquired earnestly, wondering just how many spots on his body she could discover that would make him moan just like that.
"Oh, yeah," he breathed on a tiny smile and he knew she was cataloguing his response in that razor-sharp brain of hers for future reference.
God, it made his head spin to think of all the things he'd yet to learn about her. No just the things that drove her crazy in bed—though he was damn well going to make sure and learn every single one of those—but also the kind of stuff that even after almost five years he'd yet to find out.
Was she grumpy or mellow first thing in the morning? What kind of routine did she have before turning in for the night? Did she like morning or afternoon sex? Did she hog the blankets or did she share the bed?
Tilting her head up, he dropped a soft kiss on her upturned lips. "I can't think of a single thing I don't …," his voice trailed off at the insistent beeping noise. "What the heck's that noise?"
Brennan listened for a second before laughing. "I think it's my phone." She looked around the room until she spotted her purse. Placing a friendly kiss on his jaw, she moved to his nightstand and fished her cell out of the purse.
"When I have a voicemail, it'll beep periodically to let me know," she explained, pressing one and listening to the message.
"The fact that I'm getting your voicemail tells me you have better things to do right now than pick up your phone. And by better things, Brennan, I mean sex. I want details on Monday. Oh, by the way, just a friendly warning, get ready to deal with Booth on Monday as well. Sweetie, you really should have kept your booty call to yourself, the man was not happy."
"It's from Angela," Brennan said, wondering just what he'd said to her friend to warrant the warning call. "She wanted to warn me."
"Warn you?"
"She said you were angry and I would have to deal with you on Monday."
It took Booth a second as he processed her words but then it clicked. "Yeah, she came into your office after you left," he said, automatically going tense. "I was pissed and I didn't hide it very well."
"You have no reason to be angry," she ventured, taking in the way his entire body had gone from utterly relaxed to completely rigid. "Then or now."
"I know," he conceded. "But if I had walked into your office ten minutes later, he'd be here with you instead of me," Booth added starkly.
"That's highly unlikely, Booth," Brennan reasoned. "We are in your apartment, there's no way that …"
"Damn it, Bones," he growled, running his fingers through his hair in agitation. "You know what I mean. Ten minutes later and you are gone on your date and he, whoever the hell he is, would be here, touching you and …"
"And whose fault would that have been?" she retorted heatedly, unable to keep the accusation out of her voice. Because damn it, she had been waiting for him and he had taken his damn sweet time. "You've only had, what, several years to actually say something that would indicate you weren't just perfectly content to keep our relationship just partners."
"Really, Bones? And when exactly should I have said something?" Booth shot back with some heat too, because even though she had a point and it rankled, he had some ammunition of his own. "When you were considering sailing away with Sully or when you were dating two guys at the same time, or maybe when you went out with my boss."
"You told me to go and live wide, remember?" she reminded him quickly, tossing the phone back on the nightstand before taking a step forward and poking him in the chest. "And yes, I may have gone on a date with Assistant Director Hacker, but you actually engaged in sexual intercourse with my boss."
"Are you kidding me?" Booth gasped. "You know how long ago that was, I haven't even …"
"Yes, I know exactly how long," Brennan poked again. "How can I forget your precious line, you've kept it safely in place for the past three years."
"Don't even," Booth warned, grabbing her wrist to prevent another determined poke. "Don't even pretend we haven't crossed every damn line long before tonight."
"Almost every line," she said meaningfully, cupping her free hand around the back of his neck. "Almost."
"Well, there's no almost anymore, is there, Bones?" he growled, banding his arms around her and pressing her firmly against him. "There's nothing left to hide behind. You know what that means, right?"
"We can't go back," she answered quickly, nearly breathless at the way his eyes were darkening, his voice going low as he looked down at her.
"That's right," he whispered. "You are mine now." Her nails dug unconsciously into his naked chest even as she threw him that look he'd long ago learned meant she was going to argue.
Bringing his lips down, he kissed her swiftly. "Mine," Booth repeated, cupping her waist and tossing her on the bed before she had a chance to argue.
She bounced once before settling on her elbows and looking at him with narrowed eyes. Booth toed off his shoes and stripped his track pants. He was stark naked and granite hard as he looked at her sprawled sexily on his bed, his shirt riding high on her thighs.
"If you think you can prove it," she challenged, resting back casually against the bed. "Be my guest." It was strangely erotic to be stretched horizontally across the middle of his bed, her body almost a parallel line to the masculine headboard atop the bed. She just knew he was going to make love to her in exactly that position.
"You like to push buttons, don't you?" he said darkly, bringing his knees to either side of her thighs and hovering over her on the bed. Grabbing the hem of the shirt, he raised it over her arms and threw it over the edge of the bed. "You know I've been waiting all night to get you under me in this bed." Time to start putting all his cards on the table.
"And now that you have, do you know what to do with me?" she said recklessly, but she had no doubt he was going to be able to prove any damn thing he wanted.
Lightning-quick, Booth raised both her hands above her head and held her wrists with one hand. He leaned down until his lips were right at her ear and then he answered as he trailed his free hand in a slow caress down her body.
"I know I'm going to drive you wild," he promised huskily, moving his hand from her throat to one perfectly rounded breast. "I know I'm going to make you beg." He massaged her firmly, rotating his palm hard on her nipple. "I know I'm going to fuck you senseless." Her sharply inhaled breath told Booth he had her full attention. Letting his hand continue its downward exploration, he trailed his fingertips lightly up and down her taut stomach.
"Listen to me, Bones," he brushed a kiss right under her ear, his hand moving down to skim the top of her mound before trailing up again. "You know you are mine, now all you need to do is say it."
She looked at him with bright eyes and parted lips, her breasts straining up as she writhed a little under him. Oh, she was the most deliciously stubborn thing he'd ever seen.
"Just like you know that even though I'm about to fuck your brains out, I'm still going to be making love to you." Her body arched a little off the bed and he moved his hand to caress the same breast again, while his mouth pressed kisses on the other one.
"And you know I'm going to make you beg, but you won't care because you also know all you have to do is kiss me and I'll be the one begging you." His torturous hand moved down again until his fingers brushed over the silky curls at the juncture of her thighs.
"Tell me you know, baby," he asked softly, still restraining her hands over her head and his lips sucking her nipple enthusiastically.
"I know," she answered, her voice ridiculously strained by the most outrageous combination of arousal and pure emotion.
"Open your legs for me," he ordered seductively, trailing kisses along her delicate jaw line. "I'm going to make you mine every way there is."