Buried with the Bones
By: Lesera128
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I own nothing... Obviously. Just playing in someone else's sandbox for a bit.
Summary: Imagine if Booth and Brennan never met. The exhumation of a cold case introduces Booth to Dr. Temperance Brennan, but not quite in the way you think. If you believe in fate, somehow might they get a second chance? Very AU.
A/N: I have posted two versions of this chapter, one T-rated and the other M-rated. However, I have not changed the overall rating of the story. If you're reading this version of the chapter, be warned... you have found the very appropriately M-rated version of this chapter. It is rated that way for a reason. If the implications that this version's rating comes with aren't to your liking, turn back and go to the T-rated version. You'll still get all the important info that you need and not really miss anything, I promise. However, I did feel the situation that is the focus of this chapter, for those who are inclined, did deserve something a bit more involved, so yeah. It's here… and it's… *very* detailed. As most people know, I tend to write more sensual love scenes than explicit, and I still think this is of the good ole bodice-ripping dime store romance novels variety more than anything else. If that's not your cup of tea, or if you are not of a legal age to read such descriptive things, then move along here, there's nothing to see. You *have* been warned. For those to whom this chapter is appropriately intended as my target audience, I will say that this series of scenes is probably the longest and most intense bit of steamy stuff that I've ever written. Also, as just an FYI... this chapter was actually written before dharmamonkey and I mutually corrupted one another with the "Costly Signals" epic smutfest. It seems as if, recently, I do seem to be writing more sex in chapters than plot, but sometimes that's just how the evil fan fic muse/plot bunny bounces I guess. So, I don't know how *this* turned out, but I did try my best. Hopefully, to paraphrase the immortal words of Garth Algar, I just hope, at least, you don't think it sucks. I was a bit nervous about posting it, but here we are. Please, please do let me know what you think (unless it's horrible, then don't tell me, because I'm not sure I can take it ;) )… Also, since some of you asked, I do know how long the story is going to be. It's a total of 25 chapters plus an epilogue for a total of 26 entries all together. The word count is going to definitely be well over 100,000 words, but as to how much, I'm not quite sure yet. It's difficult to say at this point since I'm still editing. How's that for me upholding my status of being such a big evil tease? Enjoy. :)~
Chapter 20 – Booth, Brennan, and a Bed (M-rated version)
The hum of the Royal Diner buzzed around the pair. It was fairly early for them to be sitting in the diner, ordering dessert and coffee, when they brought the average age of the patrons currently gathered in the restaurant to eat dinner down to about sixty-five. However, when Booth had showed up at Brennan's apartment to pick her up, after an earlier, but brief, phone call had ensured she was 'dressed decently enough to go out to grab a bite to eat', he had smiled the grin that could get her to do pretty much anything he wanted her to do. So, instead of pouncing on Booth as soon as he showed up at her front door, Brennan had returned his grin with a warm smile of her own, grabbed her coat and keys, and followed him out the door. Now, safely enscounced at what appeared to be Booth's favorite table in the diner, sitting across from him, Brennan was rethinking if her agreement to this plan had been such a good one. It had been one thing to agree to dinner, during which at least the act of consuming her food and beverage had helped to distract her, but a separate stop to have coffee and dessert, too? No, it wasn't necessarily one of the better plans to which Brennan had found herself agreeing at Booth's insistance.
Since Booth had left the night before, Brennan had been amped up on adrenaline and the anticipation of the evening's activities. To say that she was, metaphorically, pulled taunt like a straight line between two points of extreme distance - or merely strung out - was describing her current outlook quite mildly. The tension of her mood had only increased now that she was in Booth's presence once again. Since Brennan could now actually see him, no longer merely having to imagine how his eyes would look at her in lustful anticipation, as they had begun to do so the previous evening, she continued to drive herself crazy. She itched to begin removing each piece of clothing that she saw him now wearing, and the fact that she *knew* she would be allowed to do the very thing she wanted so very badly in such short order... well, it just inflamed her even more. Brennan was a walking, talking, corporeal mass of raw sexuality ready to pop. The longer that she was in Booth's presence, able to actually see, hear, and smell him, the worse it became for her. Distracted and nervous, Brennan did her best to tamp down on her frustration, but couldn't help but wonder *why* Booth wasn't showing the least sign of anxious anticipation like she was. Okay, it made sense to her why she might be the one of the pair whose mood would be more affected, but Booth looked as calm and collected as she had ever seen him, and it drove Brennan just a little more crazy than she already had been.
Unable to stand it anymore, Brennan looked up at him, and in a slightly pleading tone, asked, "Okay, remind me why we're here again?"
Booth, recognizing Brennan's impatience, savored the opportunity to tease her just a bit more. He'd been enjoying seeing to what a frenzied extent she managed to work herself up into within such a short span of time. Truth to be told, he'd hadn't slept much last night once he'd reluctantly left her apartment. Booth had been too keyed up as he thought about his promise to her... and everything that it entailed, from the worrying about the practical logistics - to contemplating the act's greater significance in the context of their relationship - to the more pleasant ruminations of anticipating the pleasure such an experience would bring him. However, perhaps because he was busy thinking about the promise in more than one context, Booth didn't seem to have quite the same tunnel vision that appeared to have driven Brennan up the wall in the fifteen or so hours since he had last seen her.
Booth smiled at her, a sly smile, before he answered her question. "Because, Bren," Booth eventually responded. Reaching for his cup of coffee, Booth slowly took a sip before he returned the mug to the table and continued, "It's still early yet, and now that we've had dinner, I thought it might be a good idea to get some coffee and dessert before we adjourn back to your place for… other things."
Brennan's eyes narrowed in suspicion, still confused as to how he could be *so* calm and mildly surprised at the first verbal mention Booth had made all night of his promise to her the prior evening. Unable to help herself, Brennan asked the question whose answer seemed to be the only possible reason she could come up with in explanation of Booth's behavior when compared to her own. "So, that's it? You just wanted caffeine and sugar?"
"Yup," Booth said with a grin. "It wouldn't be as good of a night as it's going to bem unless I had a piece of pie, Bren."
"So... you aren't getting nervous and are using this detour as a way to forestall having to fulfill your promise to me, now, are you, Booth?"
Chuckling, Booth found finding Brennan's ability to go from so sexually confident in knowing what was going to happen between them tonight, to letting her insecurity reduce her to a state of nervousness that was *so* uncharacteristically *not* Brennan in about ten seconds, quite adorable. Leaning across the table so that his nose was only an inch or two away from Brennan's, Booth moved his foot under the table to nudge its way between where she had crossed her own at the ankles. Brennan's eyes flew open wide in surprise, and her breathing grew shallow at Booth's actions. Grinning still, Booth said, "Tell me, Bren. When you look into my eyes, do you see a guy who's nervous and looks like he wants to avoid *anything* right now?"
Staring at his eyes for a minute, Brennan forced herself to take several deep breaths, not certain her brain stem would kick in and automatically order her lungs to breathe if she didn't consciously focus on the effort given her current situation. At last, Brennan finally responded in an unusually calm tone that completely stood at odds with the turmoil of her current mental, emotional, and physical states. "Probably not. I see that your pupils are dilated, your irises have darkened, and your gaze is focused very intently on my face. Although I'm not very skilled by any means in reading a person's body language, from an anthropological standpoint, your reactions are all typical signs that research has shown as an indication of a male who's sexually aroused and anticipating the opportunity to act on that arousal."
"Bingo, Bren," Booth said. "So, in all that squint analysis of yours, did you see any nervousness or hesitation or uncertainty mixed in there at all... anywhere?"
"No," Brennan said, her gaze not breaking with Booth's. "None whatsoever."
Booth laughed as their waitress finally returned with their desserts, setting a slice of cherry pie in front of Booth and a large frosting-covered cinnamon roll in front of Brennan.
Looking up at the waitress, Booth's intensity shifted to a much more casual and upbeat manner as he smiled widely and said, "Wow. I still can't believe it. You guys actually have cherry pie now even though it's October?"
"You're lucky, doll," the waitress responded with a friendly nod. "Margie's the one who does our baking, and she did an experiment a couple of months ago trying to freeze some of the extra fresh fruit we got from one of the local farmer's markets in the summer. Her freezing the berries worked beautifully, so, yup, you get cherry pie when most other places are stuffing pumpkin and pecan confections down their customer's throats."
Grabbing his fork, Booth greedily stabbed the slice of pie with a determined look. Quickly lifting a piece to his mouth, another huge grin broke out on his already smiling face as he began to chew. Even though his mouth was full, Booth moaned in appreciation. "Well, tell Margie that she's got at least one huge fan of her summer-pies-in-fall idea, huh? If there's one thing I know, am an expert on, really, it's pie. And, this is GREAT."
"Will do, doll," the waitress said with a wink, gave a slight nod of her head to Brennan in acknowledgement, and then turned to leave the couple alone.
"Your reaction to that dessert is a bit confusing and slightly concerning to me, Booth," Brennan observed wryly.
Booth continued to devour the cherry pie with obvious relish. Talking through large mouthfuls, Booth responded, "And, why's that Bren?"
"Because, you're looking at that piece of cherry pie in the same exact manner as you were just looking at *me* about two minutes ago," Brennan said. "I'm not sure how I should feel about being replaced so easily in your affections with a *confection*."
Laughing, Booth nodded at the pie. "First, this is very, very *special* pie, Bren, so you shouldn't take it too personally. Second, in case you don't know this by now, I'm very adroit at multitasking, so I'm more than capable of handling both you and the pie at the same time. And, third, well... desserts can be very sensual, ya know?"
"I do know that the cherry is a metaphor for a woman's virginity," Brennan tossed out casually. "So, given the obvious gusto with which you're attacking that dessert, several extrapolations could be made as to how you actually enjoy the sexual act." Lowering her voice, Brennan said slyly, "Of course, when we're in a more private environment, I'd be happy to share them with you."
At her words, Booth choked a bit and had to reach for the half-empty glass of water that stood next to his coffee mug. At last, Booth said, "I can't tell if you were legitimately trying to bait me with that one or were just making squint-like conversation."
"Why can't it be both?" Brennan asked nonchalantly.
"Touché," Booth said with a brief nod.
"I'm glad you agree," Brennan said happily, reaching down to tear a piece of the cinnamon roll a part. Popping a bit in her mouth, she nodded in appreciation. "This *is* good."
"Why do you say that like it's some kind of surprise?" Booth said. "I told ya, Bren, there are a very limited number of things at which I am inherently talented… but, fortunately for any sugar monkey that you might ever have on your shoulder, knowing the location of all the best dessert places in town is one of them."
"Well, I do think it's ironic that I think I've walked by this place at least a hundred times in the six months since I've worked at the Jeffersonian and never stopped by before tonight," Brennan mused. "Granted, the location is convenient, but I never thought it would serve food that held any more redeeming qualities beyond its cability to be categorized by its ability to clog one's arteries with cholesterol in a rapid amount of time."
"Well," Booth said. "Looks can be deceiving." Booth took another bit of the pie, and again unintentionally moaned in appreciation. Brennan watched him in amusement. Booth saw her watching him, and, at last feeling fairly sated as far as the cherry pie was concerned, he lifted his fork in her direction. "Try some?"
"No, thank you," Brennan said. "You appear to be enjoying that far *too* much for me to attempt to deprive you of any of the pleasure you're sure to receive as you consume the few remaining bites."
"It's okay," Booth said. "Really, it is since I offered."
"Ehhh, I don't know, Booth-"
"Come on, Bren. This is too good not to share," Booth said.
Brennan scrunched her face in disdain as she said, "Okay, then, how about this? I don't really like my fruit cooked. So, maybe you could just go ahead and enjoy it for both of us, okay?"
"Nope," Booth insisted. "My ma always told me when I was growing up, you have to try everything at least once before you can say you don't like it. So, try one bite, and if you don't like it, I won't bring it up ever again."
"Just one bite?" Brennan asked, a bit of disbelief that Booth would give up so easily creeping into her voice.
Nodding, Booth said, "Yeah, just one teeny tiny taste, Bren." Moving the fork in a wide circle, Booth grinned as he said, "Open up. Here it comes."
Sighing at him, Brennan reluctantly opened her mouth. Booth popped the fork into it, and as he was about to withdraw, the tip of Brennan's tongue darted out and caught the edge of his finger tip. She immediately closed her mouth, tongue disappearing, and began to chew the bit of pie Booth had put in her mouth. However, Booth, still holding the fork in midair, swallowed once and then said, "You're evil. Pure evil."
"Maybe," Brennan said, swallowing the piece of pie that she had chewed. "If you'd hurry up and finish your damn pie, which is still cooked fruit that I still really don't prefer, we could get on with the part about finding out for certain exactly how evil I can really be when I set my mind to it, one way or another." Arching an eyebrow at him, Brennan watched Booth swallow again.
Turning around, Booth raised a hand to the waitress as he called out rather loudly, "Check, please!"
Less than sixty minutes later, Booth had made Brennan make good on her implicit offer about seeing how evil she really was or wasn't. Her head was spinning and threatening to overwhelm her as a barrage of physical sensations rocked her psyche. Reluctantly, Brennan knew she needed to stop, just for a minute... just for a bit, just to catch her breath and, hopefully, to make the world stop spinning.
"Wait, wait, wait," Brennan said, breathlessly, placing her hand palm-down on the warm skin of Booth's chest, just over his heart. She bit her lip, swallowing back a smile, as she struggled to breathe. Flushed and tingling with warmth all over, it had taken Brennan quite a lot of willpower to stop what they were doing. However, given Booth's own eagerness for the activities in which they had been engaging only a few seconds before, she knew it probably was even harder for him to stop once she called out to him. But, Brennan's words eventually had their desired effect, and Booth pulled away.
"What?" he said, a look of concern shadowing his face, eerily mirroring her own words from the previous evening. "What's wrong?"
Quickly shaking her head to reassure him, Brennan hadn't removed her hand from his chest as she said, "No, that's not it. Not at all. Nothing's wrong."
"Then, why are we stopping?" Booth grinned at her lazily, scooting a bit closer to her.
"I, ah, I just need a second, Booth," Brennan said. "This is, uhhh, it's going much faster than I thought it would."
Booth wasn't sure whether he should be offended at Brennan's words or not. He didn't know if she realized what she could possibly be insinuating with her statement, and decided that, more likely, in the absence of a steady flow of oxygen to her brain, Brennan had just misspoken. On that assumption, he asked, "You're okay?"
"Yes, I—"
"What?" Booth said, sensing a tiny bit of hesitation in her voice for the first time. Now *that* worried him.
"What, Bren?" he said, taking his hand and covering the one she still had pressed against his chest with his own hand. "What is it?"
Her head snapping up a bit, Brennan eyes blazed a bright, bright blue as she said, "It's going to be difficult for me to put what I'm thinking into words right now, Booth, given the fact that a tremendous amount of blood flow is going away from the direction of my brain."
"Try," he urged her.
"Okay," Brennan said. "I, ah… I know logically and rationally what we're doing here. But, I find that I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed at the current moment. What we're doing… what we've been doing… it's not… as I anticipated it to be. I-I… ah, I seem to have a problem when you're kissing me and touching me like you were that I'm unable to process any rational thoughts. I can't think—"
"Stop," Booth said, fighting back a sigh of relief, now that she knew what she was trying to tell him. "Stop right there, Bren."
"What?"
"I know what your problem is already," Booth said, taking his hand away from hers and bringing it to rest on her lap. He then reached up and lovingly tucked a random piece of hair from where it hung askew in front of her face to rest behind Brennan's ear.
"And, what's that?"
"You're thinking *way* too much about this," Booth said. "Stop trying to do your squint thing and just… go with it."
"Go with what?" Brennan asked. "I'm merely trying comprehensively to assess and to analyze—"
"Nope," Booth interrupted her. "That's not going to work if we keep doing what we were just doing."
"Why not? It always has before."
"Then, you weren't doing it the right way, Bren."
"Explain."
"Well," Booth said. "The simple answer is that you can't over-think this thing. It's an experience… a very *physical* experience that just has to be *felt*, Bren. If you try and overanalyze it while it's actually going on, well… the human brain wasn't made to work like that. Even as brilliant a mind as yours, it's just going to short circuit and go 'kerpluey'."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means, you need to stop trying to control things, Bren. We need to have less talk, less analysis, and more doing, more feeling," Booth said, leaning in to kiss her again. "Understand?"
After Booth had quickly paid for their check at the diner, they had taken a cab back to Brennan's apartment. Within about thirty seconds of having entered the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them, Brennan had pounced on Booth. This time, however, he had been expecting her actions, and was prepared himself to respond in kind. Guiding them in the vague direction of where he knew her bedroom was, he tried to moderate the speed at which she seemed to be throwing herself into things. Booth didn't want to have their first time be a hurried, frenzied, fast, and utterly forgettable experience of merely satisfying hormones and lustful desires. So, he had gently guided her to the foot of her bed and sat them down. Clamping down on his own lust, Booth forced them to slow down, and they had spent almost the first forty-five minutes merely kissing and lightly touching each other. At some point, Brennan's shirt had once again disappeared, and Booth found that while he was still wearing his shirt, the button-down had been completely opened so that it merely hung loosely on his chest. Booth had just made a movement to tug at the uppermost button of Brennan's jeans when she had pulled away.
The pair still sat on the edge of the bed, and Booth sat facing Brennan. She hadn't verbally responded to his points, but with a small smile, which Booth took as her permission that she was ready to resume their activities, Booth leaned in to kiss her once more. He felt her begin to respond once again, and his hands had just gone to her back in a movement to unclasp her bra, when he felt her tense and pull away again, even though she remained quiet this time and didn't ask him to stop.
Despite the fact that Brennan hadn't said anything to halt his process, knowing better, Booth stopped what he was doing and pulled back slightly.
"What's wrong, Bren?" Booth said, a softness coming into his voice as he reached out and caressed her cheek. Brennan's head tilted in his direction at the movement, giving Booth a bit of hope when she hadn't pulled away at his touch. So, it wasn't him that was making her nervous, but *something* was... now, he just needed to find out what it was.
"Nothing—" Brennan replied at last.
"You're lying," Booth said quietly.
"No, I'm not," Brennan retorted.
"Yes, you are, Bren," Booth insisted. "I know."
"Really?" Brennan replied. "And, how do you know that again?"
"Because," Booth said. "I could feel you tense when I went to unclasp your bra."
"Oh," Brennan said, somewhat dejectedly, realizing the empirical logic to Booth's deduction. "Right."
"We don't have to do this right now," Booth said softly, wanting to prompt Brennan to talk. "Not if you don't want to for some reason. It's okay."
"I know that—"
"Don't think that I'll be disappointed or sad or upset with you if we don't, Bren. It's not a big deal. We can wait until you're ready, and I'm more than okay if tonight you're not ready," Booth said honestly. "It's cool, really."
"No," Brennan said, a bit of passion coming into her response. Her tone surprised Booth. There was no nervousness or hesitation present in *that* declaration... nor the one that followed. "I want to do this. More than you'll ever know, but—"
"But, what?"
"But… there's something I need to tell you first," Brennan finally said. She was blushing as bright a red as Booth had ever seen her, from her nose to the tips of her ears and down the column of her neck.
He watched her, his curiosity growing with each word she struggled to find. Attempting to reassure her, Booth said, "Go ahead, Bren. You know you can tell me anything."
"I know that," Brennan said instantly. "And, it's not that I'm afraid of telling you what I need to tell you, but there's a small part of me that fears that you may not wish to continue in our current activities once I confess to you what's a rather minor detail in the grand scheme of things. And, I'm quite fearful that once I tell you, I won't be able to have what I really, *really* want to have, Booth."
Raising the back of his hand to her cheek, Booth gently brushed it again and said, "So, tell me."
"Okay," Brennan said, biting the bottom of her lip. "I… ah… you know that I'm twenty-two, and this piece of information may seem like a bit of an illogical and a surprising detail given the fact that I am as old as I am, that I'm a heterosexual female whose been told she's quite attractive physically, and still, I, ah… technically... technically, I guess it's only fair for me to tell you that Istillhaven'teverhadsexbeforewithanyone."
The words came out in a rush, almost an incoherent jumble. Biting her lip harder, Brennan quickly looked away in embarrassment, flushing an even brighter red once she had spoken the words. Booth, still not completely certain what she had said, didn't really want to, but knew he needed to ask for clarification.
"I didn't catch that last part there, Bren," he said softly, willing her to look at him.
Her head snapping up, Brennan's eyes blazed as she looked at Booth, and, almost as if she were spitting a curse at him, Brennan replied quite clearly, "I said… technically… I… I've never engaged in sexual intercourse with a partner before now."
His brow furrowing in confusion, Booth had to admit her confession caught him off guard. He tilted his head at her, and said, "But, I thought you told me that you had a serious boyfriend in Chicago."
"I did," Brennan said, a bit of the annoyance seeping out of her, being replaced with the nervous insecurity of earlier. "But… we never… went *that* far. I wasn't ready to… he would have liked to… and on more than one occasion, he pushed me to… tried to push me anyway, but I wasn't ready… and so, we didn't. We never did." She stopped and said, "I just thought you should know what you were getting into before we went any further."
"Oh," Booth replied, trying to keep a look of pleasure from flooding his face.
"It's not a big deal," Brennan said, immediately, looking away. "Virginity is an antiquated state that cultures stipulate has some inherent value in order to condition women to behave in a certain way that supports a patriarchal social structure. And, I'm sure I would have gotten around to altering my own sexual status if I'd had more time, but in the process of completing my dissertation work, and then the rigors fo the move to DC, and the demands of beginning my job at the Jeffersonian haven't left me with very much free time during which I might pursue such leisure activities—"
"Bren?" he said quietly, a growing smile still framing his face.
"Yes, Booth?" Brennan responded, still not looking at him. Booth frowned at that. Her insecurity was so debilitating to her in some ways... and so unwarranted. It was all Booth could do to stop himself from claiming her right then and there.
"Will you look at me, please?"
"No," Brennan said, a bit miserable. "I-I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because," she said. "If I look at you, and I see anything even remotely resembling pity or embarrassment, I'm not going to handle it very well."
"Why would I pity you or be embarrassed?"
"Because," Brennan said. "I've known for a while that once you knew this rather unimportant fact about me that this would probably mean you don't want me anymore—"
"What?" Booth's voice cracked the air, and Brennan couldn't help herself as she looked at him in surprise. "How could you ever think that I wouldn't want you, Bren?"
"I... I don't know. The vehemence of your response seems to indicate that I may have been wrong in that assumption," Brennan replied, the confusion clear in her voice. "But—"
"No, 'buts', Bren," Booth said, leaning forward to pull her to him. Hugging her tightly, he raised his lips to her ear and whispered, "I've wanted you from the very first moment I saw you, and you're just going to have to trust me, but I've gone through a lot between that moment and this one, and *never*, not once, have I ever stopped wanting you. I've only wanted you *more* as time's passed. I just… I don't pity you, and I'm not embarrassed… whatever your reasons were for waiting until now, they're yours, you don't need to explain them to me. I just… it's a big deal, you know? I just want to make certain, even more so now than before, because... that you know that this is what *you* really want."
"I want it," Brennan breathed. "I want it, and I want you. Desperately."
"You're certain about that?" Booth asked again. "I need you to be 100% absolutely, positively certain, Bren. Because, once we start forward on this, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to stop."
Pulling her head back, Brennan shook it. "I don't want you to stop. I don't have any doubts about my decision, Booth. I want to do this… share this… now, here, with you… if you want me, that is."
"God, I want you," he breathed. "I want you so much, it hurts."
"Then take what you want," she said simply.
"I don't want to hurt you," Booth said, a raw honesty coming into his voice.
Brennan had moved from the bed and stood up so that several inches separated them during the course of their earlier discussion. Now, Booth stared at her, looking at her like she imagined a man dying of thirst would stare at an oasis that had long been in front of him, but that he never could reach, no matter how hard he struggled to attain his goal. Brennan took a step closer to where he had moved off of the bed. Her hand reached down, searching for his. Grasping it tightly, Brennan intertwined her fingers with Booth's, as her other hand came up, and she used the back of it to caress a straight line down his stomach. Booth swiftly inhaled, the response involuntarily. Brennan looked at him, concern clearly evident on her face, as if she had done something wrong. She seemed to be a bit hesitant, a bit unsure in her actions, and her demeanor only made Booth lust after her all the more.
"I want to touch you," she said innocently. "Can I touch you?"
"God, yes," he rasped.
Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, Brennan dropped it immediately and firmly grabbed each edge of his shirt and pushed it off his chest. Booth felt the shirt drop to the ground near his feet and saw Brennan move towards him again. Her hands came up to his bare shoulders, her right hand to the top of his right shoulder, her left hand to the top of his left shoulder. Beginning at the base of his neck, she traced parallel lines all the way over his biceps and down his forearms, only letting the tips of her fingers skim the surface of his muscles.
Looking at him in the eye, she said softly, "Turn around."
Booth complied, and he felt a dizzying wave of energy course over him as she repeated her actions with the muscles of his back. She started at his trapezeus muscles, following a line over the curve of his shoulder, and moving down his deltoids to the lats. Brennan stopped just as she came into contact with the area of skin near where the lower back transitioned into the gluteus maximus. Biting his lip in annoyance when he felt her stop, Booth reached behind him and pulled her hands around his waist. Brennan allowed him to guide her hands encircle his waist and clasp together mid-torso right at the catch to the buckle of his belt. Even though she couldn't see what she was doing from where she stood behind him, Brennan was a fast learner and very adroit with her fingers.
She needed no additional guidance from Booth as she pulled with one hand and unclasped the buckle with the other. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt the friction of the belt being pulled through each loop of his jeans. Not too fast, and not too slow, Brennan kept a measured pace as she finished pulling the belt free of Booth's pants. Tossing it aside, her hands gently crept over the sides of his waist and back towards the center. Her left hand held the left side of his jeans firm while her right hand worked to get the two buttons free. Booth's eyes were still closed as she then carefully took the zipper and slowly moved it down. From her vantage point, Brennan still couldn't see what she was feeling… but, Booth almost felt his closed eyes roll back completely into his head as her fingers unintentionally brushed against his straining erection as she had unzipped the jeans.
Moving her hands back around his torso, tracing the lines of the loosened waistband of his jeans, Brennan hooked two of her thumbs on either side of his lower back and slowly peeled the offending article clear off of his waist and down to the ground.
"Step out of them," Brennan urged him.
Still with his back to her, Booth complied, glad that his shoes and socks had already disappeared in the course of their earlier efforts. Kicking the jeans to the side, Booth resumed his earlier position, clad only in a simple pair of black and white pinstriped boxers. Brennan's hands, eager to feel more now that she had glimpsed the taut firmness of his ass, resumed their previous position and began to drop lower. Brennan traced the curve of his lower back, moving so that she had to skim her hands under the waistband of the boxers and inside the fabric. Following the curve of his ass, Brennan felt her heart rate increase as she pressed her hands against the skin of his firm muscles, effectively cupping them in appreciation. Acting on instinct, she squeezed them almost as if she would a ripe melon and was rewarded when Booth wobbled a bit in his stance. Brennan chuckled, her merry laughter ringing out through the air. Temperance Brennan was not the type of woman who *ever* giggled. However, in this situation, if she ever had the ability to giggle, was the closest that she had ever come to such an occurrence, all because of Booth's response to her efforts. Withdrawing her hands from inside his boxers and stepping back for a moment to catch her own breath, after a few seconds, Brennan came back towards Booth. She encircled his waist with her arms once more, and pressed her body against his back as she leaned up and whispered, "I want to touch more of you, Booth."
"What are you waiting for?" he choked out in a hoarse voice. Grabbing a hand that was resting on one of his hips, Booth gave Brennan a quick tug so that she spun around to face him.
Brennan marveled at how his irises had darkened even further and continued to stare at her so intently. Dropping her hand, Booth inclined his head at her in a gesture of unspoken permission. He knew what she wanted, and Brennan was thankful she didn't have to ask because the look Booth had given her rendered it somewhat difficult for her actually to verbalize her thoughts. Coming to kneel in front of him, Brennan hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his boxer shorts once again, but this time, she did so with deliberate purpose. Sliding the garment down his legs, she had eyes for only one thing as his erection jumped free and stood at prompt attention for her.
Not bothering to wait for her to repeat her earlier words of encouragement, Booth immediately kicked the boxers away from where they stood. Brennan was silent for a couple of minutes and hadn't moved after Booth finally stood naked in front of her. At first, Booth worried that she might have become intimidated and that another bout of insecurity had stilled her efforts, and so he felt a need to seek clarification from her once more.
"Bren?"
"Yes, Booth?"
"I, ah… why are you just staring?"
Her eyes looking up to meet his, Brennan said, "I apologize… but… I'm not sure what to do first. Anatomically, of course, yours isn't the first set of male reproductive organs that I've ever seen up this close, but it *is* the first time I've ever been this close when the phallus has been in such an erect position."
"Bren?"
"Yes, Booth?"
"Maybe… ah, we could cut down on the number of big words we're using right now? I-I… ah, I can't think straight with you looking at me like that and expecting me to understand what you're saying at the same time when you're saying words that have so many syllables," Booth confessed in a ramble.
A small smile coming unto her lips, Brennan replied, "While my lack of practical experience does give me a limited frame of reference about these things, Booth, I do know from what I've read that the vocabulary one likes to employ in such intimate situations can vary from partner to partner. Do you have a preference?"
"A preference?" Booth repeated, not quite sure what she was asking him.
"Yes," Brennan said. "If using anatomical terminology is too much for you right now, there are several other slang words and colloquialisms I'm sure I could employ more effectively and more appropriately."
"I'm not positive… but, Bren, did you just ask me if I wanted you to… talk dirty to me?" Booth said, surprised.
Brennan nodded in the affirmative. "Yes. Do you?"
"I, ah… I think you should do whatever you want to do, Bren. Whatever feels… right," Booth choked out eventually. She really was so much more than he had ever thought possible, and every time Booth began to think he had finally figured out exactly who Dr. Temperance Brennan was, she surprised him all over again.
"Okay," Brennan replied simply. "Then, instinctively, I would say that instead of referring to your penis as a phallus… calling it a 'cock' might work just a bit better, I think."
Booth felt his throat go dry. He swallowed once, but remained silent. After all, what *could* he say to a statement like that? Brennan took his silence as agreement with her choice and smiled as she continued. "You liked it when I just called your phallus a cock, didn't you, Booth?"
"How… why do you say that?"
"I saw it twitch," Brennan said, bringing her finger towards the tip of his erection, but not quite touching it. As her finger came closer, Booth again cursed at himself mentally, as the very thing he was trying to deny had happened in the first place, occurred once again. "Yup. Just like that," Brennan repeated.
"Sorry," Booth muttered. "I, ah—"
"No apologies are necessary. You're sweet to indulge me in my explorations," Brennan said. "Your will power is quite remarkable. I'm surprised you've been able to hold this position as long as you have without making any move to initiate coitus… errr, I'm sorry. Not coitus… 'fuck' – that's a better word. I'm surprised you haven't moved to start fucking me yet."
"If you keep talking like that—"
"Sorry," Brennan grinned wickedly. "But, I do have a question."
"What?"
"If you're this sensitive about me looking and talking about your cock, what are you going to do when I actually put my hand on it?"
Booth squeezed his eyes shut and then said, "Whatever you can dish out, Bren, I can take."
"Is that a challenge?"
"You tell me."
"It sounded like one. And, as such, I accept," Brennan said, moving her hand quickly so that Booth did stagger a bit again as he felt her grip his erection.
The friction and pressure as she slid her hand up and down his length was almost too much for Booth. His eyes closed once again, he didn't notice when Brennan took her free hand, moved to the tip of his shaft, and touched a bead of precum that had glistened at her in the light. Taking it between her thumb and forefinger, Brennan rubbed it, curious about its consistency and texture. Scientifically, from a theoretical standpoint, she knew exactly what it was, what had caused it, and many other factual details. However, being faced with a situation that necessitated her applying theoretical knowledge to an actual situation – in other words, the mere reality of the whole experience - was something completely different than she had ever anticipated, and Brennan found that point surprising. Personalizing the experience by attaching someone's name and face to it, especially someone like Booth's name and his perfect face to the conceptual body she had studied over the years as a student, combined with *her* reactions to Booth, gave her entirely different perspective. Collectively, Brennan was both bewildered and exhilarated. Raising her finger to her mouth, instinctual curiosity getting the better of her, Brennan opened her lips and sucked on her finger to see what it tasted like.
"What are you doing?" Booth groaned, when he noticed her hand had stopped moving.
Smiling, she looked up at him, his eyes intently focused on her mouth, as Brennan said, "I wanted to know what it… what *you* tasted like."
Again, Brennan felt his cock jerk in her hand. Booth swiftly sucked in a breath of air, while Brennan, meanwhile, took the prior movement as a sign to resume her ministrations. Pumping him several times, Brennan's hands danced up and down his shaft, eliciting another moan from Booth. Suddenly, she stopped and released the length of his cock, deciding to brush her fingers around the tip of its head instead.
"I didn't expect that you would necessarily be circumcised," Brennan marveled. Touching the curve of the head lightly, she said, "What does that feel like?"
"Like you're driving me out of my skin," Booth gasped.
"Hmmmm," Brennan said, leaning forward, a bit more closely. "Not physically possible, but I think I understand what you mean."
Booth noticed her movements and hoped, but didn't think, that she would actually do what he thought she was going to do…
"Bren, ah-"
His words cut off mid-sentence when Brennan, who had stopped talking, had her tongue dart out, and she began to lick the tip of Booth's erection. She moved tentatively at first, really just because she *had* been curious and wanted to know what he *really* tasted like. As she tilted her head to continue half-sucking, half-licking Booth's cock, Brennan slid half-way down its base and one of her hands came up and cupped Booth's testicles, causing him to realize that, if he didn't stop things quickly, Brennan was going to reduce him to a condition he hadn't experienced since he was 16 and under the bleachers in high school. Pulling back from her just slightly, Brennan immediately read the body signal and released Booth from her mouth with an audible *POP*.
Looking up at him, concern again evident in her eyes, Booth tried to reassure her by reaching down, putting both hands under her arms, and pulling Brennan to her feet.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked innocently.
"God, no," Booth said, still out of breath. "I… just… if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last as long as I need to—"
"Ahh," Brennan said. "The excessive oral stimulation was increasing your sensitivity and building towards your ejaculat—"
"Bren, come on—"
"Sorry," Brennan grinned. "How about this… you couldn't handling me sucking you off without coming close to cuming in my mouth, could you?"
Booth laughed as he said, "Yeah. That's about the size of it."
"So, my actions were pleasing you?" Brennan asked hopefully.
Nodding, Booth said, "Definitely. But… now, I think it's time to move this to the bed, don't you?"
Brennan glanced at the bed, and then at Booth, and nodded, once again shy. Taking his hand, she led him to the right side of the bed. Sitting down, Brennan reached down and unclasped the buttons on her own jeans. She had just started to unzip them, when Booth moved so that he was kneeling in front of her.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured huskily.
Moving her hands away, Brennan let Booth unzip the jeans, and she lifted her ass up slightly off the bed, bracing her weight on her hands. Booth tugged the jeans down her slim legs, and gave a swift movement at the very end that resulted in their complete removal as she experienced wonderful sensation of fission as the denim whipped down the remainder of her legs. Tossing the jeans aside, Booth stood and took a moment to look at Brennan. She scooted away from the edge of the bed, moving towards the center, now clad in only a fairly nondescript nude colored push-up bra and a simple pair of white string-bikini panties whose only adornment was a bit of lace around the waistband. Her skin, pale but creamy, looked so smooth that Booth ached to touch her.
"Lay down," he said softly.
Brennan quirked an eyebrow at him, her question left unspoken.
"I'm not going to do anything that you won't like," Booth assured her. Brennan still looked reluctant, and so Booth added, "Trust me, huh?"
Nodding, Brennan did as he asked and lay down so that her head was almost at the edge of the far side of the bed while her feet almost touched the edge closest to Booth. She lay in a supine position, both legs closed and at rest on the bed. Standing at the edge of the bed, Booth took his hands, and beginning at her feet, ran his palms up the sides of her calves, over her kneecaps, and towards her thighs. Realizing he needed a better vantage point to get access to the spots he really wanted to concentrate on, Booth took hold of Brennan's ankles, keeping her legs pushed together, and slowly moved them so that they bent upwards at a 45 degree angle on the bed. Brennan's head remained on the bed, but she was watching him as best she could from her vantage point.
"Bren?"
"Yes?"
"Open your legs for me."
Instantaneously, her legs fell open in a languid v-shape. Booth moved onto the bed, crawling onto the space vacated by where her legs had previously laid in parallel form to each other. Gently, he nudged her feet a part, and, reclining on his legs, Booth smiled as he now had obtained the position he had earlier desired.
Booth saw Brennan watching him, the trust he saw shining in her eyes almost overwhelming him.
"Close your eyes," he told her.
Slowly, Brennan's eyes shut. Smiling to himself, Booth bent down and began to trail a series of kisses across her left thigh. As he had anticipated, her skin was so soft, it almost seemed to entrance him. Reaching the juncture of her thigh and hipbone, Booth purposely moved his head away from her center, lifted his mouth to her waist, and began to half-kiss, half-suck a wet trail across her torso from left to right. He repeated the movement in reverse, coming down her right hip to her thigh and only stopped when he reached her right kneecap. Still, Booth hadn't really touched her in any definitive vicinity of her clitoris or wet folds. Deciding that a bit of turnabout was fair play at last, Booth suddenly jerked his head up. Moving his hands, Booth ran his finger down the curve of her hip to the middle of her navel and then traced a small line straight down, moving from the waistband of her panties, following a line down the center to the crotch. The movement caused Brennan to buck her hips involuntarily in response.
Imminently pleased with himself at the reaction he had elicted from her, Booth grinned widely. "Easy there, Bren," Booth laughed, as her eyes snapped open and stared wide-eyed at him.
"Sorry," she muttered.
"God, you're panties are already soaked," Booth said. "How wet are you?"
"Extremely aroused and becoming more so as each minute passes," Brennan said, her voice thick with desire.
"Hmmm," Booth said. "So, is that your way of telling me something, Bren?"
"Yes," Brennan rasped. "I would very much like you to do what you just did with your finger, but without the barrier of my panties."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes."
"Any suggestions how best to remove them?"
"I don't care," Brennan muttered. "But, if you don't get them off in about thirty seconds, I'm going to rip them off."
"Hmmm," Booth said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the panties and giving a slight tug as Brennan lifted her ass up, and he was able to peel the soaked lingerie off of her. However, he hadn't moved the panties more than a couple of inches when Booth realized that *he* would have to move to take them off of her. Brennan seemed to sense the same thing. Suddenly, not willing to wait even a second longer more than was necessary, Brennan moved both of her hands to the bikini string at her right hip.
"Fuck that," Brennan said, unable or unwilling to wait. She ruthlessly pulled at the string, which amused Booth as he heard the seams tear at her actions and fall a part quite compliantly. Moving her hands back to her sides, Brennan grinned at him. "I thought you might be able to use some help."
Following her example, Booth's hands went to the left side of the panties, and he adroitly tore the seam with a satisfying ripping sound that served to arouse him even further. Pushing back the unpleasant tightness of his increasing hard on, Booth tried to be patient. She needed that from him – patience and consideration, and Booth was damned if he wasn't going to give Brennan whatever she wanted… and more. Always. For her? Everything and always.
The panties now no longer surrounding Brennan's waist, Booth gave a savage pull on the front waistband. Brennan lifted her ass again at the same time, but shivered slightly when a breath of air made contact with her newly uncovered and most delicate of areas. Looking down at her in appreciation, Booth eventually moved his eyes back up to meet hers.
"Bren?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"You need to talk to me."
"Now?" Brennan asked incredulously. "About what? World politics?"
"No," Booth laughed. "I meant… well, I guess I gotta ask… you, ah… have touched yourself before, right?"
"Are you asking me if I masturbate?"
Booth frowned, and Brennan amended.
"Get myself off?"
"Yes."
"Of course," Brennan said. "Why?"
"Because," Booth said. "I want to make this as pleasurable as I can for you… and, chances are… you've got a better shot at cuming now as opposed to later."
"You mean when you pop my cherry?" Brennan said evilly. "I know that. Most women in my age group experience the majority of their orgasms clitorally versus vaginally anyway."
"Hmmm, well, okay," Booth said. "So, ah… I want to make you feel good. You need to tell me how to touch you… what to do, okay?"
"So, just so I know I'm not misunderstanding you, you're actually giving me permission to order you around?"
"Only in this," Booth laughed.
"Maybe we could start," Brennan said, "by getting rid of my damn bra? My nipples have been hard for at least the last fifteen minutes."
"Yup," Booth said as he leaned forward, some of his chest meeting Brennan's as she pushed herself up, and he reached behind her back. Their eyes locked for a minute, and he expertly unclasped the bra. However, instead of moving back so she could pull the bra off, Booth leaned down and began to kiss her. "God, I love it that you're so bossy. Even in bed."
"Even in bed?" she repeated through their frenzied kisses.
"Especially in bed," Booth corrected himself.
Locking her hands behind his head, Brennan felt a familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. She had already been turned on, and, as her panties had attested, Brennan had been wet from the very first second she had started touching Booth's ass. His nearness and personal ministrations had only sought to increase her ardor.
Trailing a series of kisses down her jaw line, across neck and over her shoulder blade, Brennan shivered in delight.
"More," she pleaded. "Please, Booth. More."
Realizing that if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't have the willpower to draw this out like she needed him to, Booth pulled away. Brennan gave a slight mewl of protest. However, when she saw he had only uncovered the length of her body to reach forward and pull the bra off of her, Brennan relented.
Tossing the offending garment on the floor, Booth got his first real glimpse of Brennan's breasts and sucked in a breath of appreciation.
"God, you've got a great pair of tits," he muttered. As Brennan had confessed, her nipples stood erect and firm, her areolas a light dusky rose color, a couple of shades darker than her pale skin. Raising his hands to each breast, he used his palms to cup them in appreciation. "Perfect," he grunted.
Moving his thumbs so that he began to draw small circles around her areolas, Brennan involuntarily closed her eyes and arched her back forward as he continued to touch her.
"Booth—"
"Shush," he murmured. "I'm busy."
Booth moved his fingers so that he brushed the tip of each nipple, causing a swift intake of breath from Brennan each time in the process. She gasped and continued to writhe, making Booth want to see what other responses he could elicit from her. Moving his head towards her left breast, he removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth. Using his tongue to mirror the earlier efforts of his thumb, Booth flicked it over her nipple very gently, and he heard Brennan moan his name in response. Inordinately pleased with himself, Booth added another movement to his pattern, alternating between licking her nipple and crowning it with a wet kiss that morphed into a greedy sucking motion. Not to leave her other breast unattended, he eventually moved his head to her right side and repeated the movement.
"Oh, Booth," she moaned in appreciation. "Please don't stop doing that."
He chuckled at her, and said, "Sorry, Bren. But, I sorta have to-"
"Why?"
"Because, I need my fingers and my mouth to attend to anther part of your gorgeous fucking anatomy that I've neglected for long enough, huh?"
Trailing a series of kisses down her stomach, this time Booth didn't stop at the crest of her pubic bone. Instead, this time, he moved lower, running his fingers through the small tangle of curly auburn hair that rested just above her mons. Brennan groaned again, and Booth moved his facer lower, eager to see what she tasted like since Brennan already knew that of him.
However, a rational thought occurred to him, and Booth felt that he needed a bit of information before he proceeded.
"Bren?'
"Hmmm?"
"When you touch yourself… what do you do?"
Her hand fumbled for his, and Booth could tell she was already halfway to an orgasm. Her body was incredibly responsive to his touch, and that only inflamed Booth even further. Brennan took his hand and separated his index and forefinger from the others. Pushing them together, she pressed them down to the top of her labia.
"Start here," she murmured. "My clit is just there…."
Pushing his fingers down, Brennan whimpered as he grazed the top of her clitoris.
"Fuck—" she moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Good?" Booth asked.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Brennan nodded. "And, then, down. If you move down… I'm wet enough that you don't need any more lube to help you."
"What else?" Booth asked as he followed her advice. Moving the two fingers along her slit, he dipped inside her warmth, gathering some of her precum on his fingers. He was tempted to tease her since his fingers were so close to her center, but the desire to taste her won out. Withdrawing his fingers, at which Brennan let out a loud howl of displeasure, Booth grinned as he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers.
"Mmmmm," Booth murmured. "Sweet. You're so fucking sweet."
At this, Brennan's eyes snapped open again.
She watched him lick his fingers clean. When he was done, Brennan grabbed his hand and said, "I want these in me now."
"You're close already, aren't you?"
She nodded her head, a slight whimper escaping. "And, I can't stand it anymore. Please."
"How many will feel comfortable?"
"I've… I've been using three the past couple of days to stretch so that it won't be as bad when you tear my hymen… but, normally, if I were just trying to get myself off, I'd probably only use two."
"Okay," Booth murmured.
He reached up and gave her one more kiss before fully concentrating on his goal. Her hands extended on either side of her, Brennan fisted the sheets in sweet misery as Booth took his two fingers, placed them together as she had shown him, and moved from the top of her mons to her clitoris, made a circular motion over Brennan's clit that caused her to arch her back, and then down her warm slit and into the silky softness that was pure *her*. Booth started slowly, inserting first one finger as he moved it in and out of her. A second one soon joined it, and Brennan began to half-groan, half-whimper as he moved his hand.
"Faster," she moaned. "Oh, God, Booth. Faster."
He increased his speed, and Brennan's eyes were again clinching shut. Unable to help herself, Brennan snuck her own right hand down the length of her body. Booth watched as she moved to rub her clit in short rapid circles. She shivered, as Booth increased his tempo again.
"Oh, fuck," Brennan muttered. "More. Please… more."
Rubbing herself again, Brennan knew she wasn't that far away from cuming. She could feel it, the familiar building sensation... only this time, it was much, *much* stronger than anything she'd ever felt before. The constant buzz that had filled her earlier was now a steady pulse. A bit more, that's all she needed. Just a little bit more. Close. She was *so* close.
"Oooohhh," Brennan moaned. "Booth. Please."
Now, Booth was plunging his fingers in and out of her warm enveloping wetness, and a part of him remembered suddenly, that his cock was throbbing so badly, had been for quite some time, that it was actually starting to hurt him physically. Realizing that he needed to move things along for both their sakes, Booth murmured, "I can feel that you're almost there, Bren."
"Yeesss—"
"I want you to cum for me, Bren. I want to see what you look like when you do. Cum for me."
"Please, Booth," she twisted. "Oh, fuck… I'm… almost there—"
"Come on, Bren," he encouraged. "You're almost there. Let go. Just let go."
"Ooooh, Booth," she hissed. "Oooooh—"
And, with one last thrust of his fingers into her, Booth felt the tell-tale tremors of her orgasm. They washed over her, and Booth watched in pleasure as he saw her clench and then twitch, the orgasm rocking her entire body. Her hand falling away, Brennan's eyes relaxed as she fell back into the bed. Booth, inordinately pleased with himself, extricated himself from between her legs, and laid down next to her on his side, so that his head was even with hers.
Brennan struggled to regain her breath for several moments, and when she finally did open her eyes, she found Booth watching her.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hi," she responded shyly.
"Welcome back," he grinned.
"Oh, Booth—" she began. "That was *SO* much better than when I do it by myself."
"Glad to hear it," Booth said. "Better, huh?"
"Uh huh," Brennan said, a glow and buzz of warmth emanating from her body. "I don't care what you do to me for the rest of the night. Whatever happens next, that was so worth it."
Booth laughed. "You made my job easy. I didn't even have to use my mouth."
"Later," Brennan replied. "But, for right now—"
"Yes, Bren?"
"I'd really like to have you inside me," Brennan said softly. "That okay?"
Booth nodded, brushing a piece of hair off her forehead. "More than okay… if you're sure."
"More than sure," Brennan said. "And more than ready."
"Okay," Booth said. "Just give me a minute—"
"What for?" Brennan said, lifting her head again to look at him.
"I, ah… I need to grab a condom and put it on," Booth said simply.
"Ummm, Booth?" Brennan said. "You brought one?"
"Yeah," Booth said. "I figured, just to be on the safe side."
"Do you have the box?"
"Why?"
"When you bought it, did you get one that has a spermicidal additive or not?"
"Ummm, I think it does, but I'm not sure. I didn't really pay that much attention."
"Oh... okay. But... if…." Brennan stopped, swallowed, and took a couple of quick breaths, as her breathing pattern was still off. "You need to look at the box," she managed at last.
"Why?"
"If… if it says the ingredients contain Nonoxynol-9, we can't use it. I'm allergic," Brennan said. "You really don't want to know how I found out about that, but suffice to say, if anything with Nonoxynol-9 comes into contact with any of my sexual organs, I'm not really going to be physically able to have intercourse tonight, or, potentially, any other night for several days."
Rolling away, a look of anxious worry present on his face, Booth disappeared for a minute to where he had discarded his overnight bag earlier in the outer room. Returning carrying a box, Booth was squinting at the small lettering. Brennan watched him intently. Suddenly, his eyes focused on one word, and Booth scowled in displeasure.
"Fuck—"
"What?"
"You said Nineoxcide-9, right?"
"Nonoxynol-9," Brennan gently corrected with a nod of her head. "But, yes."
Shaking his head in a burst of anger, Booth suddenly threw the box as hard as he could against the opposite wall in an extremely agitated act of impotent frustration. "Damn it! We can't use these."
Sighing, Booth went to sit on the edge of the bed. Brennan could feel the waves of frustration rolling off of him. Forcing herself to sit up, Brennan came up behind him and pressed her naked chest to his back.
"What's wrong?"
Lifting his head in sad frustration, Booth said, "Those are the only condoms I brought, Bren. Unless you have some—"
"I don't."
"Then… that really fucking sucks," Booth said.
"Why?"
Snapping his head up to meet her gaze, Booth said, "Bren… we can't sleep together without, you know—"
"A contraceptive?"
"Well, yeah, for starters," Booth said. "But, there's also the issue of the fact that condoms prevent STDs."
Brennan leaned into him. "You know I've never had sexual intercourse with a man, Booth. I haven't… I haven't let anyone else but me touch me… like you have tonight. I don't have any STDs."
"Yeah, but—"
"Do you?"
"No!" Booth said. "I, ah… aside from the fact that it's been a while… a *long* while… at my last physical at the base infirmary, my tests came back all negative."
"Then, I fail to see what the problem is. I'm clean. You're clean. And, I have to admit, I believe I have a preference for having my first experience of getting fucked without any latex being involved," Brennan said honestly. "I wear those damn gloves for hours and hours each day. I don't really relish the idea of having that material inside me during the first time I experience sexual intercourse, too."
"But," Booth said. "What about… the whole contraceptive aspect?"
"I told you," Brennan said. "There are other forms of contraception besides condoms, Booth, as far as the prevention of pregnancy goes."
"The pill?"
"Yes, to name one," Brennan said. "But, there are others… diaphragms, sponges, spermicidal jellies…."
"That don't contain that stuff that you're allergic to?"
"It's harder to find alternatives," Brennan admitted. "I mostly would have to get it from Europe."
"Would or have?" Booth asked.
"I… I do have something," Brennan said tentatively. "It's a foam. I've never used it before, but you insert it once before and then once after sex. Is that… okay?"
Booth stared at her, how trusting and innocent she suddenly seemed. "You trust me enough?"
"If you tell me I'm not at risk of contracting an STD from you Booth, than, yes, I trust you," Brennan said.
"Do you trust me enough?"
"About the foam?" Booth said. "Yes."
"So… then… we can do this?"
"Yes," Booth said. "On one condition."
"What?"
"You really, really need to hurry and go do whatever you've got to do with that foam. I'm… ah… I've been in pain for a while, Bren… and, I really, really need to cum," Booth said.
Grinning, she leaned her head to kiss him and then pulled away with a grin. "Give me five minutes."
Brennan hopped off the bed and into the bathroom. Following the instructions as best she could, Brennan frowned when the directions indicated that she was supposed to wait a minimum of thirty minutes after the initial application before having sex. Thinking of Booth, his increasing discomfort, the discomfort he had already endured to give her pleasure, Brennan shook her head and put the applicator and box and instructions back under her sink after she had treated herself once, realizing that a second treatment after they had sex should compensate, as the instructions said, for any issues regarding killing the sperm. Rationally, at least in her sex-addled brain, Brennan thought… how big a difference could twenty-five minutes make, anyway?
Entering the bedroom, Brennan sprinted into a run and launched herself in the direction of the bed, and at Booth, with a happy yelp. Tackling him, she smiled appreciatively when he grabbed her in his arms and fell backwards onto the bed.
"Hi," he grinned.
"Hey," Brennan mouthed back. "Booth?"
"Yeah, Bren?"
"Can you do me a favor now?"
"Sure. What?"
"Will you *please* fuck me now?"
"Hmmmm," Booth said appreciatively. "I suppose, if I have to, but we really are going to have to work on your choice of verbiage, Bren. There is more to it than just fucking, if it's done right… and I intend to do this very, very right with you."
"Don't let me force you, Booth."
Rolling them over so that Booth was on top of Brennan, her body covered by his, Booth felt a frisson of excitement again shoot through him.
"God, I love the way you feel," he moaned, moving his mouth to the soft skin at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. "So soft."
Brennan could feel the hardness of Booth's erection pushing into her thigh, and it made her feel a bit giddy. *This* was happening. It really was happening, finally, and with Booth. He was like this because of *her*. *All* because of *her*.
"I want you," she cried as his chin roughly caressed her shoulder. "Please," she groaned. "Now. I want you."
"I want you, too, Bren," Booth murmured.
Shifting his hips a bit, Booth adjusted himself so that his erection was now pressed lightly against Brennan's wet slit. However, he used every ounce of will power to keep himself from going further until he could deliver one final warning.
"I know you know it'll hurt."
"Hopefully, my stretching exercises will lessen the level of discomfort."
"Even still, if it's too much, tell me, and we'll stop."
"Do it," Brennan begged. "Quickly."
"Like ripping off a bandaid?"
Brennan nodded.
Booth kissed her once, stopping himself from telling her a thought that had been echoing in his head for some time, and immediately focused his attention to the task at hand. Using his hand to adjust his position slightly, Booth felt for Brennan's opening and didn't have to search very long when he felt her lifting her back to help him in his endeavors. The tip of Booth's cock slid welcomely towards its goal, as he inched himself bit-by-bit into Brennan. He felt Brennan's nails dig into his back as she sharply hissed at the movement, but felt gratified when she shifted her right leg to hook up around his waist.
When he judged himself to be about half-way home, Booth stopped and groaned.
"You feel so fucking fantastic. Tight and warm and perfect."
Not hearing any response, Booth moved to look at Brennan's face. Her eyes were closed, an indescribable look on her face.
Booth moved his mouth to Brennan's ears and murmured, "Bren?"
At her name, Brennan's head turned to meet Booth's gaze.
"Huh?"
"You still with me?"
"Yes… I, ah… I just… I can't think very much right now, Booth."
"Don't," he grinned. "You're not supposed to… don't think, just feel."
"I am," she whispered vaguely.
"You okay?"
"Yes… just… give me another second or two."
"God, you're beautiful," Booth said, moving to kiss her.
After a minute, Brennan unclenched her closed eyes, locked her gaze with Booth's and said, "Move."
"You're sure."
"Yes," she confirmed. "Move. Now."
Nodding, Booth's hands grabbed for each of hers. Interlinking his fingers with hers, he gave her a reassuring squeeze and lowered his head to kiss hers. His movements distracted and disorientated Brennan a bit, splitting her focus. Booth still hadn't begun to move as he deepened his kiss, his tongue plundering the sweetness of her mouth. Brennan arched her back to moan into his mouth, and, at that exact same second, Booth ruthlessly thrust into Brennan, pushing himself past a faint bit of resistance before he slid as deeply into her as he could go. Brennan, caught off guard, found a small gasp that ripped from her throat swallowed by Booth's kiss. She closed her eyes as he slowly pulled out halfway, and then, using a more gentle movement, again moved forward to fill her. The slick traction of his movements overwhelmed Brennan as she tried to process the strange sensations she was feeling. Brennan didn't feel as violated as she had anticipated, but it was difficult to describe. A bit uncomfortable first, like a displeasing tightness that could only be solved by if she could just adjust something... Brennan suddenly rolled her hips as the thought occurred to her, and Booth responded by moaning her name.
Brennan's actions had caught him off-guard, and Booth started to feel the pinpricks of white light that he felt at the edge of his vision begin to overwhelm him. Given how long he had been hard, Booth knew he wouldn't need very much. A few strokes as he tried to be as gentle, but firmly consistent as possible, and soon Booth lost himself in the rhythm.
"Bren—" he grunted. "Oh, God… you're… wonderful… so…. Ohhhh, fuck."
Picking up his tempo, Booth released his hands from hers, needed to use his arms to bolster himself above Brennan. Splaying both hands palm down on the bed, Booth braced as he pumped into her a couple of more times, moving faster now… and suddenly he felt the world dissolve into an overwhelming whiteness as he came. Brennan's freed hands had come up to his back, and she again racked her nails each time he moved in her. When Booth finally came, Brennan felt that it was perhaps the most indescribable and overwhelming of some of the sensations she had been feeling during this night. He fell against her a bit, despite his best intentions, crying out her name as Brennan felt his warmth flow up in her.
It took them both several minutes to gain some semblance of the ability to process rational thoughts again, despite the fact, as Booth had anticipated, Brennan actually had not climaxed again when he penetrated her. Flushed and giddy with empowerment and satisfaction, Brennan lightly ran her fingers up and down Booth's back. Swallowing a couple of times, Booth suddenly realized who and where he was, and glanced down at Brennan. Her eyes shone at him, ablaze with energy.
"Hi," she said, smiling a lopsided grin at him.
"Hi," he breathed.
"You okay?"
"Yes. You?"
"More than."
"No pain?"
"A bit… at first, but no, not really."
"Good," Booth said, as he leaned his head down and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Moving to pull over of her, Brennan cried in protest. Booth looked at her curiously, and Brennan explained.
"Do you have to… yet?"
"No, but—"
"Don't," Brennan said. "At least, not yet. I… I want to feel you for just a little bit longer."
"Okay," Booth agreed, moving his hands to wrap under her back. "But, not like this. I'm going to crush you in about thirty seconds because I don't think I can hold myself up anymore."
Brennan nodded, and allowed herself to be guided by Booth's actions. Rolling them over together, Brennan found herself in a very pleasing position with her on top and Booth on the bottom. Relaxing against his chest, Brennan sighed in contentment, feeling, perhaps, for the first time in her life, safe, warm, wanted, and more secure than she had ever thought possible. The sensations soothed her, and Brennan smiled slightly, her gratitude towards Booth unspoken, but still true and present despite the lack of words she had to verbalize her emotions. At some point, she would tell him, Brennan vowed. But, not now… for now, all she wanted was what she had… Booth, and her, and both of them, together, in bed… in a private world that extended no further than beyond the touch of their skin and the strange and unexplainable bond that seemed to be growing stronger with each passing minute. For some reason, that, too, pleased Brennan as she snuggled against Booth's chest, and let the calm of the moment claim her.
Sometime later, Booth lay in Brennan's bed on his back, loving the feel of her laying draped over his chest. Despite her inexperience, her enthusiasm for their mutual endeavors had impressed Booth. As she had once claimed to him, Brennan *did* have excellent stamina.
He thought she had dozed off, but his error was corrected when Brennan said drowsily, "We should shower."
Tilting his head down at hers, Brennan eyes opened up lazily, "I'm sleepy, but we should shower first. The warm water, it'll help relax my muscles."
"Some ibuprofen might not be a bad idea either," Booth commented. "You can get up if you want to. You don't have to stay with me. I can clean up by myself."
Frowning, Brennan shook her head. "You want to leave?"
Confusion registering at his words, Booth countered, "I thought that was your way of telling me you wanted me to go so that you could be by yourself?"
"No," Brennan said. "I assumed you would stay."
"Stay for how long?"
"The night?" Brennan said. "It's Sunday tomorrow, and I don't have to be anyplace. Do you?"
"No," Booth replied hopefully.
"Then, stay," Brennan said happily. "Stay with me."
"Okay," he nodded and then bent his head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "If you're sure."
"I am," Brennan said. "But, I think I really would prefer it if both of us showered first. That's why I said 'we'."
Narrowing his eyes, Booth said, "'Shower' as in for the purposes of bathing or 'shower' as in for the purposes of fun with water?"
"Can't it be both?" Brennan responded slyly. "Now, that I've embarked on actually having a sex life, I don't intend to be abstinent. I plan to start making up for lost time immediately, Booth… that is… if you're still willing."
"Oh, I'm willing all right," Booth said. "Ready and willing. I just… I don't want to hurt you… or push you too hard."
"You aren't… you won't," Brennan said. "And, I'll let you know if you are or do."
Reaching down to trace a small circle on her bare shoulder blade, Booth said, "We, ahh… still need to take care of that thing."
"What thing?"
"Ummm… you know, since we didn't use the condom?" Booth stopped and paused as he said, "It was stupid of me not to check with you. I should've asked yesterday if you were allergic to anything."
"Nonoxynol-9 isn't a common allergy, Booth. As such, it's not a big deal—"
"Even still, I should've asked."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Brennan said. "But, if we are going to engage in sexual intercourse within the next few minutes again ,as I fervently anticipate, it would be redundant to do something now and then just have to do it again in another half hour."
"But, you won't forget, right?" Booth asked.
"No, I won't forget," Brennan said with a warm smile. "Now, are you coming or not?"
Gingerly pushing herself off of him, she let the bedroom sheet fall away, and she rolled off the bed as lithely as a cat. Arching her back in a stretching motion, Brennan yawned once and then smiled at him, extending a hand in a 'come-hither' gesture… and, at that point, Booth knew… who was he to deny Temperance Brennan anything?
-TBC-