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Chapter 34 - Spark of Love : SMUT VERSION
Booth sighed but got out of the bed anyway. He left the room and walked up to the kitchen. Brennan was leaning against the counter looking down into a cup of coffee.
"Bones," Booth said quietly. She looked up at him and his heart broke at the sight of the unshed tears in her eyes.
"Hey, what are you thinking?" Booth asked, moving towards her.
"I evolve, I change, I try to be emotional and yet I am still seen as cold. I do not understand why but it makes me angry. That woman does not know me, so why can she make me feel like this. I don't like this. It is irrational," Brennan said in a choked tone.
Booth moved swiftly around the counter and pulled her around to his chest. Tipping her head back, he looked down into her eyes.
"Bones, your family has seen the evolution. They loved you then and they love you now. My unit, Parks' unit, they do not think you're cold hearted. Heck, your publisher has been gushing about how much less stilted your interviews have been. Baby, Melissa Harman said that because she didn't understand. What she said before she left was pure spite. You have never been cold hearted," Booth said softly.
Brennan tucked her head under his chin and leaned into him. Looking up, he saw Perkins standing near the archway from the dining room. Narrowing his eyes, Booth dared Perkins to enter the kitchen. Perkins backed away from the arch and exited the room through the patio doors. Hooking his finger under Brennan's chin, Booth pulled her face up and softly kissed her lips. The spark that always jumped between them made its presence known.
"Do you feel that? If you were cold hearted that would not happen," Booth said against her lips.
"That is a chemical attraction," Brennan whispered.
"Nuh uh, that is the spark of love. Have you ever felt that with anyone else?" Booth asked her, keeping his lips a hair's breadth from hers. Brennan shook her head no and Booth smiled.
"Because it is something between you and me. That thing is love and cold hearted people lack warmth and affection. Affection is part of love and I know you are warm," Booth said, emphasizing warmth with an eyebrow wiggle.
"How do you always know how to make me feel better?" Brennan said softly, smiling at him.
"Come with me and I'll make you feel much better," Booth said, pulling her towards the door.
Brennan followed Booth out the door, through the foyer and down the steps. As Booth was pulling Brennan around the game room towards their bedroom door, Legates, who saw them go by, groaned and the men and women in the room looked up at him in confusion.
He walked to the jukebox, punched in a few numbers then scanned the box looking for a volume switch. Finding it, he turned the music up a little louder and turned back to see everyone staring at him.
"Come on, you guys know about them. I don't feel like listening to it for God knows how long," he shrugged. The men started chuckling at his statement. Denise looked over at Wilson with a raised eyebrow.
"You remember Ronnie and Jennifer?" He asked her and watched as she nodded a yes.
"Sarge and Dr. B make them seem silent. And Sarge has stamina that blows what I had when we first got together, out of the water," he said, blushing. Her mouth fell open and she started giggling.
"Anything Sarge does, he does well," Techie smirked at Andrea. She started laughing and rolled her eyes.
Booth opened the door and led Brennan into the bedroom. After closing the door he turned and pulled her to him. His lips ghost across her cheek bone, down her jaw and settled over her lips. Softly kissing her lips, he felt her shiver in anticipation. He deepened the kiss and felt her lips part when his tongue brushed her lower lip.
Brennan felt his tongue slip into her mouth and her tongue began to duel with his. Breaking the kiss, Booth cupped the side of her face and gently tilted her head. Moving to her neck just under her ear, he gently sucked causing her to hum in enjoyment.
Nibbling down her neck, he stopped when he reached the edge of her shirt. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. When her shirt fell open, she tried to shrug out of it. Booth put his hands on her shoulders to stop her. Brushing his hands under her shirt, he slid it slowly from her shoulders leaving her torso adorned with a scrap of lace some might call a bra.
Brennan let him have control and waited as he looked at her. Stepping in closer to her, he placed soft kisses across the edge of her bra. Brennan sucked in a breath as pleasure shot through her body at his attention. Making his way across the top edge of her bra, he kissed up to her collar bone, onto her neck and up to her ear.
"I'm going to make you go up in flames, over and over again. slowly," he whispered near her ear.
Brennan moaned at his whispered promise. She felt her bra unhook as his mouth moved down her neck. Wetness began pooling between her legs as he kissed back down her neck. He stopped briefly where her neck and collar bone met to suck lightly. Continuing down to her breast, he pulled her nipple in to his mouth and swept his tongue across it.
Brennan sucked in a breath and let out gasp in pleasure. Booth used his teeth to lightly tug at her nipple and felt her start to sway. Pulling gently away, Booth scooped Brennan up and carried her towards the bed. Setting her on her feet, he let his tongue flick across her shoulders and up her neck.
He reached her jaw and moved his mouth across her cheek to her mouth. Her breath was shallow almost panting when he kissed her mouth. They paused when Booth heard his cell phone ring. Brennan almost cried in frustration.
Booth left her standing, dug around in their belongings and found their phones. Picking them up, he walked to the door, opened the door, and tossed the phones into the hallway. Brennan giggled at his actions. He closed the door, locked it and turned to face her.
Angela jumped when she saw the phones come flying into the hallway, one of them still ringing. Laughing, she walked to them and picked them up.
"Agent Booth's phone," she answered Booth's phone.
"Angela?" Sully's voice came across the line. Angela let out a low chuckle.
"Yes, Sully, it's Angela. What can I do for you?" She asked him in a polite tone.
"You can let me talk to Booth. I did after all call his phone," Sully said sarcastically.
"He's getting busy at the moment. Can I take a message?" Angela said, hoping Sully would catch that.
"I'll just call Temperance," he told her, but stopped before hanging up the phone when he heard her laugh.
"Sully!" She yelled before he could hang up.
"What?" Sully growled in irritation.
"I didn't say he WAS busy. I said he was GETTING busy," Angela said with emphasis.
"Oh, God, I did not need those mental images. Thank you, Angela," Sully groaned.
"So when should I call back?" Sully asked, causing Angela to roll her eyes. She paused and listened for a minute and let out a sexy laugh.
"Four hours should be good," she suggested sweetly. Sully choked on the coffee he was drinking.
"You're joking, right?" Sully said, still coughing on the half swallowed, half inhaled drink.
"No, not really," Angela said and hung the phone up. She turned to walk back to the game room and saw Techie standing in the doorway wearing a grin on his face.
"You enjoyed that way too much," he said, laughing.
"Oh, you have no idea," Angela said, grinning. Shaking his head, Techie went into the game room and Angela followed him in.
Booth stalked across the room, pulling his shirt off as he walked, to where Brennan was standing. Taking her by the hips, he gently pushed her down into a sitting position on the bed. She sprawled onto her back from her seated position. She watched as he pulled his pants and boxers off. Leaning over her, he unsnapped her jeans with his teeth and hooked his thumbs in the waist band.
Tugging gently, he pulled her jeans and panties off in one swift pull. He moved up her body and started at her neck, licking and sucking down to her breasts. Passing them by, he ran his tongue between them to her stomach. Feeling her stomach muscle clench, he gently blew across the skin he had just licked.
Brennan moaned at the sensations ricocheting around her body. Her nipples tightened in response to the kisses he was placing around her bellybutton. She drew in a ragged breath as his mouth reached her hip. A groan of frustration escaped her lips as he moved from her hip to her thigh.
Booth chuckled at her frustration and she shivered as his breath blew across her leg. He paused at her knee and tilted it out slightly. Brennan's eyes popped open in surprise when he lightly licked the back of her knee.
Wetness pooled between her legs at the touch of his tongue. Moving to her other leg, he bent it out slightly and repeated the lick on her other knee. Brennan gasped as pleasure shot from her stomach to between her legs. Kissing his way up her inner thigh, he could smell her arousal. Her hips bucked up when he reached the top of her inner thigh.
He ran his tongue along her slit and felt her shiver in pleasure. Running his teeth along her, he moved up to her clit. His tongue shot out and swiped the bundle of nerves causing her hips to lift of the bed. Hooking her hips over his shoulders, he leaned in and lightly blew. Brennan moaned at the sensations spreading through her body.
Grasping her hips, he gently held her down as he began to tease her with his tongue. Sucking her sensitive nub into his mouth, he softly suckled and felt her shudder. Brennan cried out in pleasure at the suction. He held her in his mouth and flicked his tongue in a steady rhythm. He could feel her muscles tense up and knew she was close.
Keeping the steady rhythm but applying more pressure, he felt her come undone under his tongue and heard her scream his name in pleasure. His erection throbbed in a primal fashion when she screamed. He let her start to come down before he unhooked one leg and moved his fingers up to her throbbing wetness.
Pushing his fingers into her, he began to move them applying just enough pressure to keep her orgasm from coming completely down. Brennan had barely caught her breath when she felt another one coming over her. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched off the bed as she whimpered in pleasure.
Her heart skipped a beat as another orgasm coiled through her body causing her to scream in pleasure. Booth had to draw a ragged breath to control his own libido. He had only ever been this hard with her and it almost hurt. But this was not about him, it was about her. He let her ride out her second orgasm on his fingers. When her body relaxed, he drew back dropping her leg to the bed then kissed his way back up her body.
When he reached her mouth, he placed at deep kiss on her mouth. She could taste herself on his mouth and shuddered in pleasure. Pushing her hair back from her face, he braced himself on his elbows over her. She whimpered when she felt his tip brush her core. Pushing into her, he gasped as he was surrounded by her.
He leaned forward and captured her lips as he began long slow strokes into her. Keeping his strokes long and steady, he felt pleasure spread through his body. Clenching his jaw, he continued to move. A slight fluttering of her inner muscles and stiffening of her body told him she was close again.
"Let go and feel, baby," he whispered and then he saw her throw her head back and cry out in pleasure.
His thrusts became harder, faster and in an uneven motion. She pushed her hips up and returned his thrusts with just as much force as he was using. Brennan held onto him as he moaned her name and spilled into her. Capturing her lips again, he kissed her sweetly. He rolled them over carefully, pulling her onto his chest.
"Your stitches," Brennan whispered in fear.
"They're fine. My pain meds are still working," Booth whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Angela looked at her watch, paused thoughtfully then spoke.
"1200 calories burned. Nice," she said, grinning with a twinkle in her eye. The group in the game room roared in laughter.
"I thought they were never gonna stop," Julie, Johnson's girlfriend, said.
"They're not done," Parks rumbled in laughter. The women looked at him astonishment.
"Those cats get stuck in those briar patches and they scream all night long," Goodman grumbled. The group laughed again. Perkin's mom, Rebecca, nudged his father, Noah, and grinned.
"You should ask him if you can take notes," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Mooooooommmm," Perkins groaned.
Brennan pushed up off of Booth and struggled out of the bed. Booth watched as she wobbled to the bathroom and grinned at her walk. She returned a moment later and crawled back into the bed. Curling up next to him, she promptly fell asleep.
Two hours later, they jumped when there was a knock on the door. Grabbing the top sheet, Brennan wrapped it around her and walked to the door. She opened it a crack and jumped back when Angela pushed her way into the room.
Booth sat up against the headboard with pillows tucked behind his back, the comforter pulled to his waist and a self satisfied grin plastered on his face. Angela let a slow grin spread across her face as she eyed Booth.
"Bravo, Studly, Bravo," she said. Booth sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair.
"Bren, your publisher called about tomorrow. Booth, Sully called three times," Angela said, handing Brennan their phones. Angela walked to the door and opened it. Pausing, she looked over at Booth.
"Dinner is in an hour. Don't start anything you can't finish," she smirked.
Booth quirked an eyebrow at her and hooked his hands behind his head. Angela exited the room, closing the door firmly. Brennan walked to the bed and climbed back in. She handed Booth his phone and flipped hers open. She read through the text messages and groaned at them. Booth hit redial and waited as the phone rang.
"What the hell do you want, Sully?" Booth growled good naturedly into the phone.
"For Angela to stop painting mental pictures that will scar me for life," Sully returned with a grin. Booth snorted and waited for Sully to get to the point.
"Look, some guy named uhhh, Walker, called the Hoover for you. I gave him your cell phone but he said if you didn't hear from him in the next twenty four hours to call him. He left a number, I'll text it to you. And do you know a Melissa Harman?" Booth opened his mouth to answer but was over ridden by a feminine screech to his left.
"It would seem Tempe has already heard about this," Sully said.
"Heard about what, Sully?" Booth asked and there was a knock on the door. He sighed and watched as Brennan wrapped back up in the sheet, walked to the door and continued to speak frantically into the phone.
"Apparently Ms. Harman has been speaking with Hannah Burley about what is going on in that house and the Terrance Gilroy case," Sully said.
"Arrest her for breach of national security. She was warned not to speak about anything going on in this house. The Terrance Gilroy case is in appeals. The case goes to court Tuesday," Booth growled.
"Weeellll, that's not the worst part," Sully said slowly.
"Spit it out, Sully," Booth snapped.
"She's tearing Tempe's character apart at the seams. Hannah Burley is eating this up. I'd say tomorrow there will be another front page story about her," Sully said.
Booth growled and looked over at Brennan who was standing speaking frantically on the phone. Her eyes were wild, her hair disheveled and her tone panicked. Booth cringed and looked over at Charlie standing near the door with his hands in his pockets, looking at the ceiling and whistling. Hodgins came in and stood next to Charlie trying to get Brennan's attention.
"Jeez, apparently we're having a party in here," Booth mumbled.
"I have no sympathy," Sully snorted.
"Call when you get her arrested and get Caroline to get a warrant for Hannah Burley's notes and recorder," Booth said, hanging up on Sully.
Grabbing the comforter, he wrapped it around his waist and got off the bed. Charlie grinned at him and Booth glared at him. Walking around the bed, he grabbed his boxers and pants from the floor. He walked to the bathroom, stepped in, closed the door and pulled on his boxers and pants.
Coming back out, he carried the comforter to the bed and dumped it. He then scooped up Brennan's clothes and carried them to the bathroom. When he came back to the bed, he gently guided her to the bathroom as she kept the conversation with her publisher going. Turning back to the other men, he looked at both of them.
"I know why your here, Charlie. Sully is handling it," Booth said.
Charlie nodded then exited the bedroom. He turned to look at Hodgins and heard Brennan come out of the bathroom behind him. As she passed, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his chest protectively.
"Look one of my 'informants' called me when they heard Hannah Burley interviewing Melissa," Hodgins said, pushing his hands into his pockets, "so I called a paper I have stock in and I told them I'd ask if you'd do an interview before your book signing tomorrow. They are promising to write a glowing story about you."
"You do know where I'll be tomorrow right?" Brennan asked dubiously.
"Yeah, I have investments around the world. I also wanted to offer you the jet to get there. That way we don't have deal with the hassle of airport security. I have a private airstrip towards the back of the property," Hodgins said. Brennan's face softened at Hodgins offer.
"Thank you, Hodgins, I really appreciate all of this," she said softly.
"I'll go make that call then," Hodgins said, turning he left the room. No sooner had the door closed when it popped open again. Booth grunted and looked to the ceiling.
"Dinner is almost ready," Angela chirped. Booth felt Brennan nod as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Baby, we'd have more privacy if we went back to Afghanistan," Booth said against the top of her head.
"That's not amusing," Brennan murmured.
"Come on. I'm hungry," he said.
He walked to the dresser and pulled out a tee-shirt and shrugged it on. Brennan jammed her phone into her pocket and headed out of the bedroom. Booth followed her upstairs and into the kitchen. He came to an abrupt halt when everyone started clapping and whistling. Booth's face turned red and Brennan just grinned.
A/N: If I post tomorrow it will be...sharing, meat, two things, scrapple, saints, TLC, pajamas, 5am alarms, shoes, Lear Jet, home, fun with accents, sandwiches, book signing, Mr. Booth, personal moment, ogling and lunch.
A/N2: Depending on the mood in the house I may post tomorrow or I may not. I'm hoping for a yes but /shrug. If I don't then I will wish you all a very Merry Christmas (or Happy Holiday)! I hope that everyone stays safe and happy!