Just a warning, the first part is slightly steamy...just slightly
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Chapter 29
Booth breathes deeply as he wakes up, slowly opening his eyes. He sleepily shifts his arms, feeling smooth, soft skin against his own and looks down. There on his chest is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen: a sleeping and naked Temperance Brennan. He grins as he runs his hand softly down her silky back causing her to stir just enough to cuddle into him. He sighs contently, kissing her head and letting one hand play with the ends of her hair.
He basks in the glory of the moment. Of the feel of her in his arms, the scent of her shampoo and the knowledge that she loves him. He is stunned and honored that she allowed him to be her first, that she gave such a scared and precious gift to him. As he runs on hand down to her hip, she moans softly, a smile crossing her lips in her sleep. He leans down and whispers a kiss over her lips, shifting so that he is facing her more fully. His lips travel down to her neck and shoulder, his hands cruising over her soft skin with minds of their own.
"Mmm Booth," she murmurs as she wakens.
He brings his face level with hers, his hand cupping her cheek and he smiles when her blue eyes open. "Morning."
"Hi," she smiles sleepily, her half-awake mind melting at the sound of his husky voice.
Her own hand rises up and scrapes across his stubbled cheek. Booth quirks his eyebrows at her even as he leans into her touch. She takes her hand off and brings it to her chest, her lips tight in an embarrassed smile as she blushes slightly.
"I've been wanting to do that," she admits, blushing even more as his eyes travel down to her chest.
"Oh yeah?" he teases, scooting her closer. "Do you know what I've been wanting to do?"
"I can guess," she chuckles, reveling in the feel of his warm skin against hers even as she unconsciously holds her arms in front of her chest.
Booth chuckles with her and leans forward, aiming his mouth to catch hers. Booth pouts as she twists her face away, her nose scrunched.
"Teeth," she reminds him, a teasing light in her eyes when he huffs.
"Fine," he huffs, pulling her flush with him. He starts kissing her neck, mumbling into her skin. "I guess I'm just going to have to find other places to kiss you."
"Booth," she laughs, the stubble on his cheek tickles her neck as he sucks loudly and playfully on her skin.
Feeling her relax, he lightly runs his fingers over her naked back, tickling her. With a loud laugh Brennan raises her hands to push against his strong chest, wiggling so that their legs become entwined. With murmurs of approval his hands travel over her now exposed breasts, changing the mood slightly and making her eyes close in pleasure. Brennan clutches his wide shoulders, administrating her own sucking kisses to his skin.
"You are so amazing," he says huskily, kissing his way over her neck, past her collarbone and down to her breasts, sucking lazily at one nipple. "Beautiful. Perfect."
"No one is perfect," she gasps, arching her back.
"You're pretty damn close," he says softly, switching to her other breasts, kissing the valley in between wetly.
"Booth," she sighs, tugging his head away from her chest and smiling. "Kiss me."
With a soft chuckle of triumph, Booth crashes his mouth to hers, absorbing her own laugh, as the two lose themselves in each other. Hours later, after finally pulling themselves out of Booth's bed and away from each other, they rest together on the couch, watching TV. Booth is leaning back against the arm, Brennan in his arms as he flicks through the channels, trying to find something they both agree on.
"Wait, go back," she says, chewing one of the strawberries she had bought the day before.
"Looney Tunes?" he chuckles, setting down the remote and cuddling her closer.
"It's funny," she says smiling, feeding him a strawberry over her shoulder.
"Are you a Bugs Bunny fan or Daffy Duck?" he asks as he chews.
"Neither," she answers, chuckling at the cartoon. "Porky Pig."
"Really? I've always been a Yosemite Sam guy myself," Booth shrugs, nabbing a grape from her bowl of fruit.
"I always wanted to have a pig," she muses.
"A pig?" he laughs. "What's wrong with a dog?"
"Nothing, I like dogs. But pigs are cu-very smart," she explains, her voice taking on a rational tone. "And despite the popular misconception, very clean."
"Yeah, I prefer my pig with a little mint, a little honey glaze," he teases, grabbing another strawberry that she quickly snatches out of his hand.
"Not funny," she frowns at his chuckling face over her shoulder. He kisses her neck in apology, running his hand over her stomach.
"So what would you name this cute pig if you had one?" he smirks, having heard her slip.
"Jasper," she answers as if it should be obvious, turning back to the screen and laughing. "It's a parody of Richard Wagner's operas Der Ring nes Nibelungen. That's funny."
Booth chuckles, shaking his head as he looks at her laughing face. He is amazed that he can love her more than he already did but time he learns something new about her, he falls deeper. He dips his head and starts kissing her neck sensually, running his hands under the borrowed Flyers shirt she is wearing. Brennan closes her eyes, rolling her head back and sighing.
"Booth, I'm hungry," she protests weakly as he takes the bowl out of her hands to set on the floor.
"So am I," he growls, a little surprised at how much he constantly wants her. He can't seem to get enough of her.
Brennan sighs, running one hand along his strong arm and placing the other on his head. She loves the way he makes her feel the warmth that spreads throughout her whole body by a single touch from him. The rational part of her mind that is still functioning congratulates her on finding an exemplary mate to initiate her into the ways of sex. Just as she is about to abandon all rational thoughts and turn to him to again experience his expertise, the buzzer on the dryer sounds.
"My clothes are dry," she whispers, breaking away and trying to stand up.
"Change later," he says huskily, tugging her mouth down to his, swallowing her gasp.
He deepens the kiss quickly, groaning appreciatively when he feels her melt against him. She shifts, placing a knee on each side of him, her hands gripping his hair. He grips her hips tightly, breaking his mouth away to suck in air to his burning lungs. Brennan looks into his lust filled eyes and smiles sexily. She leans back, her hands crossing her body to grasp the bottom of the shirt she is wearing. She begins to lift it off, Booth's eyes instantly drown downward to the milky skin being exposed, when there is a knock on the door.
"They'll go away," Booth all but begs as she pauses, turning to look at the door.
"What if its your grandparents?" she says softly, moving off his lap.
"Boonneess," he whines, need evident in his voice.
"Relax, Booth, we have the rest of the week," Brennan chuckles before leaning down to give him passionate kiss.
"That kiss? Not helping," he slightly grumbles.
He watches as she gathers her clothes and walks to the bedroom to change. He stands taking deep breaths to calm himself down. The knock comes again and he walks over irritable. He swings open the door and is shocked at who is standing in front of him.
"Cam!" he smiles, pulling her in for a hug.
"Hey, Booth," she says happily, smiling widely at him.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, closing the door and leading fully into the apartment. "What happened to the big family shing dig you guys always have?"
"Oh please," she sighs, rolling her eyes. "I was there four days and my sister was already getting on my nerves. Paul's family is here, so when he invited me-"
"You jumped right on it," Booth nods knowingly, chuckling.
"Self preservation. So," she steps past him, looking around. "This place is really…you."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment, Camille," he smirks, tilting his head.
"It was meant as one, Seeley," she smiles back.
Brennan pulls her shirt over her head, pausing at the sound of female laughter coming from the living room. Trying to push back her insecurities combs her fingers through her hair and exits the room. Hearing her footsteps, the two friends turn as she enters Cam's eyebrows raising slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting," she apologizes, looking between Brennan and Booth.
"Oh, um, Camille Saroyan, my girlfriend Temperance Brennan," Booth introduces the pair, feeling guilty but not sure why.
"Just Cam," she says, offering her hand which Brennan shakes slightly awkward.
"Most people call me Brennan." After shaking her hand she crosses her arms and smiles slightly, her gaze going to Booth.
"Cam's here to visit her boyfriend's family for Easter," Booth explains, tilting his head when her face relaxes and brightens.
"Yeah, he's off having a big male bonding day with his dad and brothers," Cam explains, turning to Booth with a smile. "So I escaped from his mother to come catch up with an old friend. But you guys must have plans so…"
Booth opens his mouth to agree and offer catch up the next day but is interrupted before he can even speak. Brennan, not wanting Booth to feel bad about turning away a friend, steps forward.
"Not really," she says, smiling slightly. "I was going to cook."
"You're welcome to stay Cam," Booth feels forced to say, feeling disappointed but trying to hide it.
"Thank you," Cam says amused, knowing Booth well enough to see right through him.
"Bones makes an amazing mac and cheese," Booth says excitedly.
"I'm not making mac and cheese tonight," Brennan informs him.
"Why not?" he pouts.
"Booth, I can cook meals more nutritious and just as tasty as mac and cheese," Brennan says, frowning slightly.
"No, see, 'nutritious' and 'tasty' don't go together," Booth argues, much to Cam's amusement.
"Oh, sorry," Cam says as her cell rings. "Um I got to take this."
"Why did you invite her to stay?" Booth whispers as Cam walks into the living room to answer her phone.
"I thought you wanted to spend time with your friend," Brennan whispers back in confusion as he leads her to the kitchen. "And I didn't invite her, you did."
"I do want to see my friend, but I just, you know," he shrugs, pulling her closer and kissing behind her ear. "Wanted to finish what we started."
"Oh. Well we can tell her we changed our minds," she suggests a little too eagerly.
Booth pulls back and gazes at her with slightly narrowed eyes. She's jealous he realizes, smiling widely at the ego boost. Brennan crosses her arms wondering what the hell he is smiling at when Cam walks in, pausing at the silent interaction between the two.
"I'm interrupting again," she says, looking apologetically awkward.
"No, it's fine," Brennan says, frowning at her boyfriend. "I was just about to start cooking."
"Would you like some help?" Cam asks politely.
"No," Brennan shakes her head. "Thank you."
"What are we having, Bones?" Booth asks, smiling almost teasingly at her. He can't believe that she would actually be jealous of Cam.
"Eggplant lasagna," she says almost defiantly, both she and Cam chuckling at the way his face falls.
"Yeah, if my shoulder hadn't crapped out on me I would have gone all the way," Booth smugly, speaking of his high school basketball career.
"Definitely," Cam agrees with a nod.
The trio is sitting around the table, dinner long finished, eating donuts that Booth had bought in the morning and drinking beer. Well, the older two are drinking beer; Brennan is sipping on a glass of soda. She watches curiously as Booth takes a drink from his bottle, having never seen him drink before. It is his second, as compared to Cam's one, and doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
All throughout dinner, Cam and Booth had talked about how their lives had been for the last few months. Both talked about school and Cam talked about her boyfriend, Paul, and how she gets along with his family. During all this, Brennan found herself relaxing and actually starting to like Cam. She is interesting and intelligent and even Brennan can see a very close friend to Booth. It isn't until after dinner, when the beers came out and the nostalgic talk of their younger years started that Brennan's jealously came back full force.
She isn't afraid that he is going to cheat on her with Cam; their bond is clearly platonic and Cam is obviously in love with her own boyfriend. But Cam knows his past, who he was as a boy and a teen, something he has been reluctant to share. Brennan has learned more about his past in this one evening than their whole time they have been dating. The only comfort Brennan has is that Cam doesn't really know his life now; only Brennan does because she is here living it with him.
"Were you born in DC?" Cam asks Brennan curiously, feeling a little bad for leaving her out of the conversation.
"No," Brennan answers stiffly, uncomfortable with talking about her childhood with anyone but Booth.
"Oh," Cam says confused, turning to Booth with slightly raised eyebrows.
Brennan twists her mouth, not wanting to create problems with Booth's friend. "I was…raised in Chicago."
"Got her hooked on jazz," Booth cuts in, sensing Cam wanting to ask more questions and how uncomfortable Brennan is. He gives her hand a squeeze underneath the table that she returns. "You should see her CD collection, rows of jazz."
"Really?" Cam tilts her head; she assumed the girl before her would be more into world music, something like 'Tibetan throat singers'.
"I love it," Brennan smiles brightly, her eyes lighting up for the first time in Cam's presence. "The artist has to live within a set tonal structure and trust his own instincts to find his way out of an infinite maze of musical possibilities and the great ones do."
Cam, also a fan of jazz, enters into a deep conversation with Brennan. Booth sits back, nursing his beer as they talk, relieved that they seemed to be getting along better, not feeling at all left out. He listens to them talk, trying to make sense of the terms they use like 'cadence' and 'syncopation'. He must look puzzled because they glance at him and chuckle.
"What?" he asks defensively, though there is a playful look in his eyes. "Don't start judging me just cause I don't know what syncopapation means. Music is music."
His house phone rings and he gets up to answer it, sending a wink to them as he does. Brennan chuckles as Cam shakes her head with a smile.
"He's a fun guy," Cam comments, sipping her beer.
"I enjoy being around him," Brennan agrees, smiling softly.
"He's back to being his old self," Cam says a little somberly, looking into the living room and missing Brennan's confused expression.
"I'm glad he's getting help. It must be hard on him, with the stress from school but he's got his grandparents. And you," Cam turns back to her with a smile. "I know he cares about you a lot, draws a lot of comfort and…"
Cam trails off as she registers the look of confusion and hurt on Brennan's face. Brennan looks down at her drink, her mouth tightening in anger and embarrassment. Booth had kept something from her, obviously something important, but shared it with Cam. She doesn't particularly care what it is, but feels betrayed that he didn't trust her enough her to tell her. It suddenly hits her that he hasn't said that he loved her since the night before and cant stop herself from that he didn't mean it, that really was just after sex.
"Oh my…" Cam says, closing her eyes and feeling horrible. "You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"
"No," Brennan says briskly, raising from her seat. "It was nice to meet you, goodbye."
She walks into the living room, avoiding Booth's eyes as he quickly hangs up the phone. She gathers her jacket and walks out of the apartment, hearing Booth coming after her.
"Bones! Hey, what's going on?" he says in a concerned and slightly panicked tone, moving to stand in front of her. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she says, not looking at him and fighting back tears.
"Why? Hey," he says in a soft tone, bending his head to try to catch her eyes. "Talk to me."
Something inside her snaps at his request and the rational part of her, the part that knows that she is overreacting, is brushed aside.
"Why should I?" she says angrily as she pushes past him. "You never talk to me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" he says frustrated, following her as her long strides quickly take her to the elevator.
"I share everything with you! You ask, I tell you!" she shouts, her tears starting to leak out of her eyes. "Sometimes I tell you without your asking! But you! You act like an open book but you're NOT!"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Bones?" he yells, choosing anger over his bewilderment.
"What haven't you told me?" she demands, pressing the button to call the elevator.
"Bones-"
"I'm not talking about your childhood, though I've shared plenty of my own with you," she yells, not letting him speak. "I'm talking about since you've met me, since we started dating. What haven't you told me about what you're going through NOW?"
Booth stares at her, his face turning white. He knows exactly what she is talking about; must have mentioned his gambling or at least alluded to it. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, he is too choked up with fear and guilt. She stares at him as he remains silent and wipes the tears from her face, pushing back her hurt to make room for her anger.
"I should've known this wasn't real," she says bitterly. "You can't love without trust, and you don't trust me. You just wanted to have sex."
Her words will break his heart later but for now they fill him with anger. Behind her the elevator arrives and she turns to enter, longing for the privacy so that she can cry to her hearts content. As she turns away, Booth grabs her arm firmly to make her face him.
In her emotional turmoil, the strong grip makes her flash back to the Conner's, when she tried to leave the kitchen after breaking the dish. Acting pure instinct, she spins with the momentum and slaps him across the face as hard as she can. He instantly releases her as his head snaps to the side and she takes a few steps back into the elevator. Her hand automatically goes to the spot he had gripped, her eyes wide at what she had done, instantly feeling regret.
Booth brings his hand to his face absentmindedly, as he stares wide eyed at Brennan. He sees her pale face and shocked expression as she holds her arm. He is filled with shock and self-contempt that he had hurt her in his anger. Before he can even begin to say a word, the elevator doors close shut, leaving him with the image of her teary eyes. Slowly, in a daze he walks back to his apartment, where Cam is pacing nervously in the living room.
"Seeley?" she asks tentatively as he enters, seeing the tears that he isn't aware he is shedding rolling down his cheeks.
"What just happened?" he asks dully, staring down at the floor as he leans back on his door.
"Hello you exotic beauties," Hodgins coos to a pair of butterflies as they land on a flower next to him.
"I'm standing here in a bikini and you're talking to bugs," Angela complains from her spot next to him.
He sends an electrifying smirk her way before turning back to the butterflies. Angela sighs, reminding herself that she loves the crazy guy. Her cell phone rings from the pool lounge chair and she walks over to answer it, smiling widely at the caller id.
"Sweetie, finally. I've been trying to get a hold of you all week," she says cheerfully. "How are you feeling? Bren?"
Her smile falls off her face at the sounds of sobbing coming from the other end. Hodgins, who had glanced over to his girlfriend quickly walks over, concerned at her expression.
"Ange," Brennan sobs into the phone. "Ange…Booth…Booth and…"
"Brennan calm down," she says worriedly, raising a hand to her head in distress. "What happened? What about Booth?"
The next words are so full of heartbreak, Angela's own eyes instantly fill.
"I-I think we broke up."
*packs up lap top and peanut butter cups and runs to Mexico*
