A/N: It was raining here today, so I had extra time to write, which is why this chapter is out now. =] Even though I was bored having to stay inside today, at least we got a chapter out of it, right? xD
This chapter's got a little bit for everyone. Steaminess in the beginning, sweetness in the end. So hopefully you all are satisfied.
Chapter Thirty-Six:
"My Booth Calls Me Bones"
"Wait, Booth," Brennan had to laugh, as her husband practically dragged her to the car, "wait. I left my coat in there."
"It's a coat, I'll buy you a new one if it's that important to you," he tugged impatiently at her hand, trying to get her to turn back in the direction of the SUV.
"They don't make that style anymore and it was very expensive," she pulled her hand out of his grip, "we've gone two months. I'm certain another five minutes won't kill you."
Booth groaned and reluctantly followed her back into the building where the event was being held. Brennan laughed cutely when she explained why they needed to go back in, causing the man at the door to laugh as well as she reached behind her to take her husband's hand, leading them over to the coat closet. Booth watched as her hands skimmed through the many coats that were hanging up in the closet, mumbling something to herself as she did.
She wanted to thank him for taking her back inside, even though she knew that it was the last thing he wanted to do, but she didn't have a chance to before the door to the closet opened, and they caught a brief glimpse of two familiar people in a lip lock before they realized they were not alone, and pulled apart quickly.
"H-Hey guys," Sully nearly tripped over his words, "I thought you left a while ago?"
"We were going to leave, but then I realized I left my coat behind so we came back. We're about to go though. Booth is getting very impatient waiting for sex."
"Bones!" Booth groaned, looking to the ceiling, "Really? You had to give them a whole synopsis? You couldn't have left that last part out?"
"Well I'm taking him home," Perotta gestured towards Sully, not giving Brennan a chance to speak again before she did, "I mean...not home as in my house...home as in where he lives," she seemed slightly flustered as she spoke, "but I'm not staying with him, I'm just dropping him off."
"Are you sure you aren't going to-"
"Yeah, good, he shouldn't be driving anyway," Booth cut his wife off before she could blurt out something completely inappropriate, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow," Perotta waved awkwardly as Brennan found her coat and she and Booth made their way quickly out of the closet, wanting to avoid any more awkward conversation with his co-workers.
As they walked back to the car, with Booth holding his wife's hand and pulling her gently along, Brennan felt the need to speak about what just happened.
"Why would Agent Perotta lie like that? It was obvious that she and Sully were going home to have sex."
"Maybe because they don't want their business being our business," he told her, unlocking the car with the remote control when they approached it, "you could take a lesson from them, Miss 'Booth Is Getting Impatient Waiting For Sex'."
"It must have been the wine, I'm sorry. Usually I'm more discreet...hey," she grabbed his arm gently, pulling him so he turned to face her once they reached the car, and he went to go open the driver's side door, "don't be mad."
"About the slip up? I'm not mad," he smiled kindly, pulling her close to kiss her forehead, "you know I don't get mad about stuff like that. We've been together for over a year."
"Not just about the slip up," she let go of his hand so she could trace her fingers over his chest, lowering her voice to a whisper.
"Then what?" He laughed lightly, his smile fading when he saw how serious she looked, "Bones," he chuckled, trying to cheer her up, "what?"
"Nothing," she took her hand away from his chest, going to move it back to her side until he grabbed it in his, "I just don't want you to be mad about the sex...or lack there of. I made you wait a long time, and to make matters worse, I made you feel like I was waiting because you were doing something wrong."
"Nah," he shrugged it off, "that was just my paranoia kicking in."
"You have no paranoia," she laughed lightly, offering him a playful punch in the shoulder, "not when it comes to your masculinity anyway."
"Well I am pretty hot," he playfully agreed.
Brennan gave his arm a good shove before she rounded the SUV to get in on her side.
"Just get in the car, Booth," she laughed, getting in and closing the door behind her.
To Booth, it felt as if she was unlocking the door painfully slow that night, putting the key in the lock and turning it at a leisurely pace. But, then again, she was finding it hard to concentrate on the task at hand when she could feel her partner's hands smooth down her sides.
"Hurry up," he murmured in her ear, nibbling gently on the lobe, "I want to get you out of that dress and into bed."
Brennan's hand trembled slightly as she jerked the key around in the lock for a few seconds, before she realized that she was using the key to the lab and not the apartment.
"Dammit," she mumbled, fumbling with her keys in an attempt to find the right one.
"Bones?" She trembled again when his breath touched her ear, "What's the holdup?"
"I can't find the key," she whispered meekly, "mainly because you're distracting me."
"You want me to stop?" He asked, nuzzling the sensitive area behind her ear gently.
"No," she whispered shamelessly as she found the key to their apartment and jammed it, without care, into the door.
Hearing the lock click sounded like the sweetest sound in the world to both of them as Brennan pushed the front door open, stumbling over the threshold when Booth nudged her gently through the doorway.
"Jeez, Bones, I'm sorry," he apologized when she caught herself on the wall, reaching behind him to close the door after he stepped inside.
Brennan shook her head at his apology, cupping his face between her hands and pulling him down to meet her in a searing kiss. When he placed his hands on her shoulders to urge her towards the bedroom, she placed her hands on his, shoving him backwards until his back met the wall. He wanted to laugh at her eagerness, but the thought slipped away from him when she pulled him back to her, only to push the jacket from his shoulders, before pressing him back against the wall.
"Baby," he mumbled, when she moved her lips from his to kiss the line of his jaw softly, "baby, don't you think we should..." he paused to inhale when she gave a gentle nip, "don't you think we should slow down a little?"
"You want to slow down?" She asked, even though it seemed as if, regardless of his answer, she was not planning on it, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
"No, not slow down," he corrected himself, glancing down at her when her lips touched his chest, following the skin as it was revealed by the buttons that were coming open, "but shouldn't we, you know, go to our bedroom?" He tilted his head up to look at the ceiling when she dropped to her knees in front of him, kissing just under his bellybutton before she started on his belt buckle, "I just...I feel like it would be more comfortable to do this in bed as opposed to-"
He was silenced when she stood back up and pressed her lips back to his, pulling away when they parted for her.
"I don't want to wait that long," she whispered, starting to lower the zipper on his pants before he lifted her up, allowing her to push her dress up a bit in order to wrap her legs around his waist, "don't you dare take me to bed, Booth."
She could feel his fingers at the back of her head, gently pulling out the pins that held her hair in the classy up-do she was wearing. The pins made soft clinking noises when they hit the hardwood floor, and she could feel her hair fall over her shoulders.
"I'm not taking you to bed," he told her, whirling them around so it was her back against the wall instead of his, "trust me, I'm not taking you to bed."
Brennan was finally starting to catch her breath as she sat on the cold floor, her back against the wall, and her partner's back against her chest. She brushed the fabric of his open shirt aside so she could press her palm to his chest, able to feel his rapid heartbeat, as her other hand moved to zip his pants back up for him.
"Marry me?" he tilted his head back to look at her, resting it against her shoulder with a bright smile on his face.
"I'm afraid that's already been done," Brennan laughed lightly, brushing her fingers through his hair, which was now damp with sweat, "but if you have another request, I'd be happy to oblige."
Booth laughed lightly, kissing the side of her neck.
"I'm going to take you to bed...as soon as I can move," he promised, with a small laugh, "and this time, we'll actually manage to get our clothes off."
"You rushed me into opening the door so you could get me out of my dress and into bed, but you have still yet to do either," Brennan reminded him, her fingers tracing gently over the spot on his rib cage where she knew he was ticklish, laughing when he jerked at her touch, "but when you do, it'll be adequate."
"Just adequate?" He asked, resting the back of his head against her shoulder as he looked at her with chocolate brown eyes, "I feel like now I'm inclined to prove you wrong."
"Maybe adequate was the wrong word," she corrected herself, smoothing her hands down his rib cage, "I'm going to be honest, Booth, during our two months of celibacy, I seemed to forget how satisfying you are."
"I'm glad to have jogged your memory," he told her, closing his eyes as he simply embraced the feeling of her left hand tracing back over his chest, only to move and stroke his hair again, the way she knew relaxed him.
Brennan kissed his temple softly, attempting to shift, even though she didn't get far with the weight of her husband leaning against her.
"Don't close your eyes, Booth," she whispered, sliding the white button down shirt he was still wearing down one shoulder to kiss it softly, "you'll fall asleep. And I don't think we should fall asleep on the floor."
"I'm not falling asleep," he assured her, opening his eyes again and fixing his shirt so it was back over both shoulders, "trust me, baby. I'm nowhere near done with you."
Brennan laughed breathlessly, and, with a groan due to the slight pain in his back, Booth stood from the floor, leaning down to wrap his arms around his partner's waist and pick her back up, allowing her legs to wrap back around his torso. Brennan sighed as he placed kisses over her bare shoulder while he carried her to bed, propping her head against his.
"Normally I would object to you carrying me," she told him, "but I find that I am very comfortable like this."
"Well don't get too comfortable," he chuckled, "we're not staying like this for long."
Just as he spoke, he opened and closed their bedroom door, went inside, and let her legs fall from around his waist so her feet hit the floor and she was standing in front of him. Her hair was tousled from their last go-round out by the door, her eyes were sleepy, yet still full of energy at the same time, and her lips were still slightly kiss swollen.
"Bones," he sighed, caressing her face gently, "you're perfect."
With a small blush that wasn't able to be seen in the room that was only lit by moonlight, Brennan held her arms over her head in a silent signal. Immediately knowing what she was asking for, Booth tugged the purple, one shouldered dress over her head, tossing it aside. Even though she felt slightly exposed when he looked her up and down, she allowed him to for a minute, before she slipped the open fabric of his dress shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, letting it hit the floor next to her dress. When she undid his pants and pushed them down far enough so they would pool to the floor on their own, Booth stepped out of them, placing a hand on her shoulder and smoothing it slowly down her arm.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Why would I not be?" Her voice was just as soft, as she looked up at him, able to seek out his eyes in the dark room.
"Things out there got a little out of hand," he moved his hand to kiss a freckle on her shoulder, "it shouldn't have happened like that," he paused, seeing that she was looking up at him with nothing but love in her eyes, "did...did I hurt you or anything?"
Brennan shook her head, placing one hand on his cheek, the other running down his side, tracing a scar near his hip.
"You could never hurt me, Booth," she promised, "what happened outside was passionate, and frantic, and a release of everything we held back for the last two months, but it was not in any way painful."
"You promise?" He asked, not quite sure if she was just telling him that because she didn't want him to feel bad for causing her pain.
"Promise," she kissed his cheek softly, her thumb tracing right above where his boxers started, "I want you to make love to me until we fall asleep. And then I want to wake up early tomorrow, but late enough that the sun is peaking through the blinds, so we can make slow and lazy love in the dim morning light until we have to go get Christian."
Booth ran his hand gently up and down her back.
"I think I would like that," he told her, nudging her gently backwards until the backs of her knees touched the mattress. With a soft peck to her lips, he placed his hands on her waist, "you want to be on top?"
Brennan shook her head, pushing him gently away so she could lay down on her back, her hair sprawled out across the pillows as her husband took his place over her, running his thumb affectionately over her cheekbone a few times before he leaned down to kiss her. Brennan wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly onto him until he slipped out from under her arms to kiss gently down the front of her throat, skipping over the material of her bra to press warm kisses down her torso.
"Booth," she murmured, her fingers twisting into his hair, "Booth, I love you," her voice was low as she whispered incoherent terms of affection to him, "Booth..." she drew in a sharp breath when he reached her bellybutton, "Seeley."
It was rare that she ever used his first name, but every time she did, it never failed to make his entire body tingle. Once she had his attention, she arched her back and took his hand, leading it to the clasp of her bra in a silent signal. When he moved back up so they were face to face, his lips hovering over hers and their noses nuzzling together, she whimpered slightly.
"I love you," she whispered, scraping her fingernails gently over his back, "I...I love you."
"I love you too," the murmured words were barely audible, and he could hear her whimper softly when he touched his lips to hers in a feather light caress, mumbling against them, "love you, Bones."
Brennan nodded in agreement, her palms smoothing up his back.
"Love you, Booth."
"Temperance..."
Brennan shook her head when he used her first name.
"Bones," she corrected him, pressing a palm to his stubbly cheek to draw his eyes back to hers, "my Booth calls me Bones."
Booth was the one to nod in agreement this time, capturing her lips in a soft kiss again. Brennan smoothed one hand over his forearm, reminding him of the hand that was still on the clasp of her bra, but had not opened it yet.
"Booth," she mumbled, grabbing his attention again.
He opened the clasp that was resting on her back with ease, knowing what she was asking, even when she didn't say anything. That was the way it was between them. They could read each other, they knew everything the other wanted without having to speak a word. And they reminded each other of that as they made slow, passionate love until they fell asleep in each other's arms.