4/29/2013

A/N: This is the second of two chapters added today. Enjoy the levity, it's about to get bumpy.

Created April 2013 - I don't own these characters as made famous by the TV show, Bones. Love them anyway. All the rest that follows is my feeble attempt to keep time in between broadcasts and Razztaztic and Threesquares postings.

"What are you doing Dr. Bones? Is that a black light?"

From across the bedroom, I turn to see my partner shining her UV light on the bedspread.

Uh Oh.

"Yes, Parker. It's also known as a UV light source."

I hear the line connect as the phone begins to ring.

"What are you doing with it?"

Oh God.

I motion to get Bones' attention. Please, Bones! Don't….

"I'm looking to detect the presence of bodily fluids on the sheets, Parker. Ideally, you don't want to find any. I must say that these linens have been very thoroughly laundered."

No, no, no...

"Ewwwww! What kind of body fluids, Dr. Bones?"

"Bones, no!" I warned, dashing over to stop my partner.

Why is this room so big? When I get to her, Bones dodges me as I try to swat the light out of her hand.

I hear a click on the line. "Hello?"

She continues on to Parker. "Blood, urine, semen…vagi-"

"Hey Parks, catch!" I throw the phone toward my son as I grab Bones from behind to trap her mouth from speaking. "Parks, talk to your Mom for a sec, huh?"

Instinctively, Bones heels into the top of my foot and jabs me in the gut with her elbow.

"Oooof! Bones! My foot!" I begin to hop around the bed in agony.

"Hi Mom, we're here!" I hear Parker say as I reach for my throbbing foot.

Bones inhales a hiss with concern. "Sorry Booth! You shouldn't have grabbed me like that! Oh gee! Are you injured? I believe that I placed the full force of my weight between your proximal phalanges and metatarsals…" She tries to stop me from writhing around on the bed so that she can look at my foot.

Jesus, this hurts like a motherfucker! She knows how sensitive my...

"Yeah, Mom. This is Doctor Bones' phone. She is here in our room, too. She and Dad are on the bed. She's making sure that there aren't any bodily fluids."

"Parker!" I cut in, squealing slightly.

It's amazing how quickly terror can dilute pain. "Let me talk to your Mom!" Again, I swat Bones' hands away while I test putting weight on my foot. Phew. The pain is subsiding.

I have a feeling that I'm not going to survive this trip.

"Rebecca, hey!"

"Really, Seeley? Fooling around on the bed with Dr. Brennan in front of your son? This was not what I had in mind when I said the two of you need to have the talk.…"

"Becks, please! That is so not what is happening! You know Bones – she's black lighting the bed sheets…." I whispered.

Turning back towards my partner and son, I warn them both. "No more bodily fluid talk!"

The pair stare back at me blankly, though I think I can see a twinkle in Parker's eye. I sigh, walking out of the room to speak to the mother of my son.

While the Apartment was a really nice place, I liked the Library suite as it was decorated more for a guy's taste, plus no butler. Very Bruce Wayne without Alfred. Feet kicked up on the sofa in the Library's library, I finished my call with Becks.

I looked at the screen of Bones' phone. I borrowed it because I didn't have time to change my mobile plan to international before we left. The screen defaulted to the Recent Calls screen.

What the Hell?

Apparently almost every woman that I had slept with in the past six years had recently called or was called by Bones. Granted, I had called Rebecca, but her number was already in Bones' phone. Bones's call list read like my little black book – if I ever had one. Becks, Cam, Pritch….Hannah?

Sigh. Hannah.

FLASHBACK

Bones laughed. She chuckled, snorted, snickered, huffed, hooted, howled and cackled. I had never heard her giggle. Seven years I have known this woman, and two days ago, for the first time, I heard my partner giggle and it was adorable.

What an incredible sound it was. Bones giggling because she was happy. Happy to be with me. When she giggled, she sounded young, full of joy, and free of the burden of knowing the abuse, violence and death we see every day.

I want to make her giggle every day.

Max had just left Bones' apartment. While I'm pretty certain that he was onto us, my highly literal partner had not picked up on his shaving kit trap.

I wasn't going to tell her. I want to be that guy. If we do this right - when the right time comes - I want to be the guy that Tempe gushes about to Max. I want her to tell Max that she loves me and wants to be with me. I want to be the man that she defends to Max. I want to be the man that makes Max a grandfather.

But for now, I just want to make her giggle.

Turning from her front door back towards her, I leer at her. My stare at her obviously bothers her - in a good way.

I begin to stalk towards her. "Dr. Brennan, I'm glad your Daddy's gone. I hope he hurries up out of earshot. I am about to do unspeakable things to you."

I pull off my t-shirt and throw it...wherever.

Bones correctly interprets my tone. I watch her blue oceans flash as she begins to walk backwards at the same pace of my stalk. The curl of her lip becomes more pronounced with each step.

I unbuckle and remove my belt. My jeans slide down so that Bones cans see the points of my pelvis. Her mouth parts and she absent-mindedly strokes from the hollow of her neck down her chest. Her heavy-lidded eyes drop further to my crotch. Her blues blaze again in recognition that I'm already hard for her. She laughs nervously.

She knows me.

I've manhandled her enough through the years that she knows what I can do to her, how quickly that I can grab her up. She's seen me fight and defend her, she knows the power that I can unleash. She's tasted me; she knows what it is to have me teasing between her legs. She's felt me against her, almost inside her. I know she will give into me when I take her, in every way I will take her.

I know her. She wants it all.

I repeat, my voice a little lower, a little hungrier. "Unspeakable. Things."

Her chest begins to heave in baited anticipation of when I choose to catch her. She is two steps from her kitchen island when I pounce.

She squeals in delight as I grab her into me, placing one hand on her waist and one on her ass.

She entwines her leg around mine to press me into her. I slide my hand from her cheek to in between her legs to thrum lightly against her heat.

"Oh Booth" she coos. I nuzzle my head into her neck. She smells amazing. Cucumbers in her hair, vanilla and Bones all over her body. I suckle at her neck. I can feel her standing leg begin to buckle. I don't think she knows that she's whimpering.

I want to drown in this woman.

I hoist Bones up onto her counter. She giggles as she locks me between her legs.

Squeals, giggles. I love this.

I smile at her as she cups my face in her hands. Her soft fingers outline the hard lines of my face. She traces my lips with her forefinger, giggling more as I snake nip at it. Up, my hands slide under the back of her tank to unclasp her bra as she pecks open mouth kisses on my lips. She is enjoying the noise of our mouths smacking together. Her fingers come to rest at my temples. She brushes my brows with her thumbs as she fans her hands through my hair. I watch her look at me, aware that I have seen her hold hundreds of skulls in this way. In their honor, I am privileged to be held by her.

She Mona Lisa smiles at me. I watch the soft expressiveness of her eyes as she whispers "you are so beautiful Booth".

I slip her tank and bra off of her shoulders. I drag my fingers nail-side down her arms, since I already knows she likes it. I feel and hear her shudder at my actions. I kiss into her cleavage, Bones arching into my touch, coaxing me to bite and nip at her full and soft peaks. She exhales softly a hum. I comb through her hair with my fingers, dragging my hand against her cheek and neck, down her chest and back up her neck. I let my fingers draw patterns in the splash of freckles on her neck and chest.

Gorgeous.

I have to tease. "Don't you mean that my features are symmetrical? And that I am the most impressive specimen that you've seen…."

She shut me up with a kiss. Her full lips ensnared my mouth. I moan at the trance that the rhythm of her lips and mouth created. This time it was my legs that buckled as I leaned into her body to keep from slipping. The action incited her to slip her hands down my jeans.

"Enough about aesthetics, Booth. I want you to initiate your efforts of debauchery".

Done and done.

I picked her up, anchoring my hands at her ass as she clung to me around my neck and waist. Off we stumbled toward the bedroom hallway, kissing, groping and laughing, until Bones halted my forward progress by pressing either arm against the wall.

"Condoms. I left them on the kitchen counter, Booth."

I looked at my lady. Apology and agony pained her face. I kissed her briefly as I adjusted her in my arms. I debated my options. Throw Bones on the bed and then run to get the condoms or carry Bones back and forth with me to the kitchen to get the condoms. Normally the decision would have been clearer, but the feeling of her grinding against my crotch was incredible. I decided to go for the quick throw.

I stood and watched the effects of again throwing my half naked partner to the bed for a quick second before I stole off towards the kitchen. Sliding to and fro across the kitchen, I was in the hallway when the house phone rings.

Why does Bones still have a house phone?

Darting back into the bedroom, I can see my beauty reaching to see the call details. I grab her wrists, stretching them above her head, pressing her back onto the bed.

"Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It. Okay?" I warned.

Her eyes dilated as she shook her head in obedience. She was hot for being restrained. I could feel her arching up so that her chest could press further into mine. I could feel her taught nipples circling against mine. I crushed my mouth on hers as the voice mail announced the message.

"Temperance, hi! It's Hannah. Listen, I wanted to share my condolences about the loss of your intern, and thank you for agreeing to…."

Everything stopped.

I have had this feeling before. Wind knocked out of me, feeling paralyzed. The deafening sound of a train pulsing through my ears.

I blinked continuously as if blinking could clear away the disorientation that I was feeling. Bones sat up with me trying to shake me out of this shell shock.

I was vibrating with anger.

I think that Bones tried to explain the interview to me.

I think that she questioned why I was so upset.

I think I accused Bones of betraying me.

I know that I found my t-shirt and sneakers on the way out of her apartment.

I know that I scared her, I made Bones cry.

And I know that I left her.

Idiot.

I took off from Bones' apartment, taking the Metro over to Federal Triangle. Walking the mall had always helped me to clear my head.

What the hell was wrong with me? I had just stormed out on the woman I love because she had received a phone call from an ex of mine.

A fucking phone call!

Bones had been right – she was just doing her job and so was Hannah.

I had no right to do what I did - try and bully Bones from fulfilling her professional responsibilities. God, I never wanted her to see this side of me, this temper, this part of me that is like my father.

The anger, the loss of control, the meanness.

I knew how strongly abandonment played into Bones' fragility and what had I done? I walked out on her, stripping her of any control of the situation and feeling guilty about being left. She's just lost Vincent. She loves me. She's vulnerable and trying and...shit, shit, shit!

Christ, if I have fucked this up before we even get started…

...And why was I still pissed off about Hannah? I wasn't in love with her, she wasn't in my life. Only Bones mattered. Bones had always been the one. And yet because of Hannah, I left Bones crying, sickly pleased with myself that I made her feel like garbage.

Sigh, I can hear Sweets and Gordon Gordon in my head. This isn't about Hannah or Bones. It's me.

I need to make this right.

I needed to get moving on making this right. It was relatively early still but the morning traffic was beginning to pick up. I knew I had to apologize, and with Vincent's memorial lunch, I had to hurry. I hopped back on the Metro, prepared with my proverbial hat in hand.

Standing in front of her door, I tried to pull it together.

I couldn't get the words wrong this time. I needed for her to understand completely. There were so many things that I had needed to say. I needed to explain my behavior and apologize for my actions. My only goal was to get her to forgive me.

I heard her coming to the door and checking the peep hole. I got a little worried that when she delayed opening the door.

"I'm here to apologize." I said loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to not disturb the neighbors. I could sense the inner debate playing out on the other side of the door.

Good job, Booth. I muttered to myself. What ever hell she was planning to unleash on me, I was prepared to take.

Finally, I heard a deep sigh on the other side of the door and the lock was dislodged. The door opened as she stared at me.

"Come in, Seeley."