A/N: This ones-a spicy meat-a-ball-a.
I decided I couldn't wait to post this one so you get two chapters tonight.
:D
Booth opened his eyes, struggling to move his arm before he realized that it was under someone. It was under Bones. For a brief moment, he felt panic rise in his chest before he remembered what had happened between them, or rather what hadn't happened. It almost happened. He would have made love to her all night if she hadn't stopped it. She'd stopped it. He should have been the one stopping it, or not starting it at all, and that fact made his gut tighten with regret. How did he end up in this place?
Leaning up gently, trying not to wake Bones, he squinted at her alarm clock and cursed silently at the 4:47 searing into his tired eyes. He carefully extricated himself from her grasp, placing a kiss to her hair when she rolled over, seeking out the warmth of the space he'd just vacated. She looked so small and vulnerable in her sleep, curled up in his oversized sweats, practically drowning in them.
He hesitated before checking his phone, wondering how much trouble he was going to be in with Hannah, not to mention work if they'd tried to call him. His phone screen flashed to life with a number of texts and calls.
Both the British kid and Hodgins had sent him messages asking for an update on Dr. B.
Cam had left a voicemail, he was sure would be asking how Brennan was doing, but he didn't bother to listen to it as he scrolled through the rest of his message log.
He had a message from Hacker asking how Tempe was doing, followed by a long winded explanation about how he wasn't sure if she'd be receptive to him checking up on her, and a second message asking if they'd found the crime scene yet.
He got to a string of messages from Hannah and hesitated before opening them.
'How's Temperance doing?'
'If she's up to talking, please let her know that I'm here.'
'My boss wants to know if I can get an exclusive from my friend. Can you ask her?'
'When do you think you'll be home?'
'Let me know you're ok. That was terrifying.'
Below Hannah's string of messages was one from Angela, demanding he tell Bren to call her as soon as she was settled.
Finally, there was one from Sweets asking if Dr. Brennan wanted to talk along with an offer to meet her at her apartment instead of his office if she'd prefer.
He thought about replying to Hannah's messages, but figured it would just be better to go home and answer her.
He walked through the apartment door twenty minutes later to find Hannah slumped on the couch and wrapped in the throw blanket, snoring softly from beneath a curtain of blonde hair. He walked over to the couch and watched her sleep for a long moment. She looked peaceful and he wondered how long she'd sat there, keeping vigil, before she fell asleep.
Sighing, he leaned over and lifted her up, carrying her carefully into the bedroom. His back twinged as he bent to place her down on top of the covers, and her eyes fluttered at the sound of his grunt.
"You're back." She mumbled sleepily, sitting up on her elbows to look at him as he walked around to his side of the bed. "How's Temperance?" She asked, and he wondered if she was genuinely concerned for their friend or if she was fishing for a comment, or worse yet, if she was trying to figure out if he'd been unfaithful again.
"I think she's still in shock, you know." He told her honestly. "She's tough though. She's been through worse." He added, unsure if he was convincing himself or her.
"How are you?" she asked, crawling behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her hands stroked up and down his chest as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
He took a long moment to think about that answer. He really wasn't sure. He was angry at Broadsky, angry at Taffet, hell, he was angry at himself for not catching Broadsky before he got to Taffet. She didn't deserve a quick death.
"I don't even know." he told her, gripping her hand in his and clutching it to his chest. Her lips on the side of his neck and her other hand stroking his chest soothed him into an exhausted trance. It was nice, sometimes, to be the one who someone else was taking care of.
"Come on, babe. Lay down." She told him, and he sluggishly pulled himself up into the bed, laying back against the plush pillows and closing his heavy eyes. He was fucking exhausted. He cracked an eye open when he felt Hannah straddling his legs. "Just relax." She told him softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. "You suffered a trauma too." She whispered against his skin as she kissed down his stomach toward the waistband of his boxers.
He hesitated, but lifted his hips when her fingers slipped under the elastic and slid them down. "Hannah…" he muttered, he really was exhausted and still felt so shitty about cheating. Did he even deserve to be intimate with her right now? After everything he'd done.
"Shhh." She whispered against his hip bone. He groaned loudly as her lips closed around the tip of cock, sucking his head into her hot mouth. He'd been on edge for days and her mouth felt fucking amazing, but there was something missing, or rather something present– an unwelcome feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt guilty. She was his girlfriend; why did he feel so fucking guilty doing this with her?
Closing his eyes as she slid her lips down his shaft, he cursed at the sensations overwhelming him. She was so fucking good at that. He threaded his hand through her hair, clenching his fingers as her lips stretched around his cock. "Fuck, do that again." He groaned as the head of his erection slid against the roof of her mouth until it felt like she was swallowing him whole.
He wasn't going to last long at this rate, and he tried to warn her, to tell her that he was on the brink of coming. "B– babe…" he stuttered, catching himself only because his eyes flew open and he caught sight of her blonde hair in his grip, not the auburn hair his exhausted brain had been imagining behind his eyelids. He came hard, and felt her throat contract as she swallowed his seed.
Breathing heavily, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shake the image of Bones from his head. He felt Hannah curl up against him, laying her head against his chest and drawing absent designs on his chest with her fingertips. "It'll be okay, babe." She told him softly. "Maybe getting away from all of this will do you some good personally too." She murmured, and he was inclined to agree. He needed distance if he was going to stop imagining his best friend when his girlfriend was blowing him.
Brennan rolled over in her bed and glanced at her alarm clock. It was nearly 6am, and she had no idea how she'd slept for almost 18 hours. She stretched her stiff muscles before climbing out of bed, tugging up the loose sweatpants that hung low on her hips.
Booth. She padded out to her living room in search of her phone and her partner, finding a note on her counter instead.
Went home to catch some Zzz.
Let me know if you hear anything about the skull.
- B
Picking up her phone, she found several missed calls and texts from her friends and colleagues asking how she was feeling. She had just placed her phone back down on the counter when it beeped, indicating a new message.
'Skull is ready when you are.' Mr. Nigel-Murray had written, and she inhaled deeply, heading toward her bathroom.
After the quickest shower she'd ever taken and a text to Booth with an update, she was pulling into her parking spot at the lab less than an hour later.
"Mr. Nigel-Murray." she greeted him tersely as he sat slumped on a stool, leaning on the exam table next to a fully reconstructed skull. As she approached, she found the poster-board paper she'd provided him with to guide his reconstruction, and upon initial review, it appeared he had been very successful in mounting the skull accordingly.
"Dr. Brennan! Yes, I'm awake. Hello. Good morning. That's the skull. It's reconstructed. I– I put it on a lazy susan like you said." he babbled out his nonsense in rapid succession, clearly suffering from exhaustion. She raised a hand, silencing him as she gingerly turned the mechanism, examining the reconstruction more closely.
"Excellent work, Mr. Nigel-Murray." she complimented him absently, too consumed with the idea of Heather Taffet's skull mounted on a spinning plate in front of her.
"Really? Brilliant. Thank you." he muttered, preening under her words. She made a mental note to remind him that he really was an excellent student.
Booth arrived in Angela's office just as she was pressing play on the digital recreation of the scene. Brennan's breath caught in her throat as he came to stand beside her in front of the large monitor.
She tried to focus on the words Angela was saying about trajectory and velocity of the bullet, but her mind was suddenly awash with images of Booth laying over her and the feeling of his weight pressing her into the mattress. Why had she stopped them last night? She watched him out of the corner of her eye, gnawing on her lip as he spoke so confidently about the weather and the wind, using Angela's recreation to predict distance.
"All right, let these other recreations render while I run to the bathroom and we'll run through the most probable one when Cam and Hodgins join us." Ange told them as she put down her remote and waddled out of her office.
"Stop it." Booth muttered, capturing Brennan's attention again. She whipped her head toward him, tilting her head in question.
"Stop what?" she asked, genuinely unsure of what it was he found so objectionable, but he was smirking at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "What?" she demanded again.
"Looking at me like you want to have–" his voice dropped lower "-sex with me." he told her with a twinkle in his eye. He was teasing her about what happened?
"I was not looking at you like I want to have sex with you." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yea you were." Cam interjected, startling them both as she entered the room with Hodgins.
"Uh, yea, you two have basically been doing it with your eyes on a daily basis for the last 6 years." Hodgins added, both of them speaking so casually as if they had no idea the gravity of what they were saying.
"No we haven't!" Brennan defended, looking to Booth for back up. His face was flush and he was staring at the monitor as if the Rending Complete box on the screen was the most fascinating thing he'd ever laid eyes on. "We don't." she scoffed again.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dr. B." Hodgins laughed.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt." Cam commented with a smirk as she raised an elegant challenging eyebrow at them.
Angela strolled into Bones' office and parked herself on the edge of her desk. "We're going out tonight." she told Brennan in a tone that left very little room for argument.
"No…" Bones started. "I have work to do." she added, waving at the stack of reports on her desk.
Booth, from his position on the couch, listened intently, while trying not to seem like he was in fact listening intently. The last time Bones went out she ended up so drunk she started dating Hacker.
"Yes. All of us. Even you, Booth." Angela added, turning toward him only briefly. "Don't argue with me. I'm pregnant and oozing hormones. A week ago, The Gravedigger was killed. The woman who almost blew up Booth and buried you and Hodgins alive. We need a family dinner or drinks or something. We're going out." she stated with an air of finality to her words.
"We still have to catch Broadsky." Booth reminded her, but she waved her hand at him.
"We are all still combing over the evidence from the apartment he used to shoot Taffet. We deserve a break. We need this." she continued. "We don't even know if he has another victim lined up. He could be done now." she reminded them of Booth's own words from earlier that week.
"Look, I'm all for taking a night off to prevent burnout, but the last thing we need is to get caught with our pants around our ankles, all right?" he told her.
"Well, then all we have to do is keep our pants on." she snarked, plowing over any excuse he or Bones' brought up before she nodded at them both and left again.
"I guess we're going out tonight." Booth said with a laugh. He wasn't completely keen on the idea, but Angela had a point. They'd all been through a lot lately. One night to unwind wouldn't kill them.
"I guess so." Bones agreed, shrugging. "A drink actually sounds really good right now." She added with a laugh.
"Yea, just don't drink so much you screw Hacker this time, huh?" he joked, wondering immediately if maybe it was crossing a line.
"I would certainly require copious amounts of alcohol to even consider him a viable candidate again." she replied absently as she picked up her pen and jotted something down on case notes. Booth cleared his throat, fighting the smirk that threatened his face and tried to occupy himself with his own report.
The Founding Fathers was packed, even for a Friday evening, but they were able to secure two tables next to each other for their group that the bartender pushed together at Angela's less than polite behest. Brennan sat uncomfortably between Sweets and Caroline, nursing her wine as they all actively made an effort not to talk about the case.
"A toast." Hodgins announced, raising his beer bottle. "To Jacob Broadsky, for his part in ending the life of The Gravedigger." he said jovially. He'd had several beers already, and his words were slurring. He was clearly not reading the room well, scoffing when nobody else raised their glass.
"Not cool, man…" Sweets muttered, glancing briefly at Booth's angry expression, his fist clenched firmly around his scotch glass.
"She buried me alive. I think I'm entitled to be happy that she is dead." he defended, rolling his eyes and taking a long swallow of his beer.
Booth slid his glass across the table and stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back so quickly that it scraped loudly across the floor. Wordlessly, Brennan carefully pushed her chair out from the table and squeezed between the back of Sweets' chair and the table behind them, extricating herself from her cramped corner. She'd watched Booth head toward the hallway on the other side of the bar where the office and bathroom were and headed in that direction too.
She found him standing in the dimly lit narrow passage, leaning against the wall with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. "There's a line." he muttered, having heard her approach.
"I don't need to urinate. I just wanted to see if you were ok." she replied, and he opened his eyes, looking up at her in surprise.
"Peachy." he muttered, leaning his head back against the wall again. He blindly reached out and pounded loudly on the closed bathroom door. A series of laughs, both male and female, sounded from the other side, but the door remained closed.
"You're angry." she said quietly, leaning against the wall directly across from him. He nodded, but didn't open his eyes or acknowledge her words otherwise until she whispered, "me too." His head whipped up and he pinned her with a steely stare. "She was a monster." Brennan whispered, feeling hot tears beginning to well behind her eyes. "She deserved nothing less than spending the rest of her days rotting in a cell." she said, verbalizing the spiteful thoughts she'd been thinking for a week now.
"Yea." Booth agreed with a nod, crossing and uncrossing his arms. He was visibly agitated, and she wanted to fix it, wanted to know how to fix it. Hannah would probably know how to sooth him. She was more in touch with her human emotions than Brennan. That's why they were so good for each other.
"Do–" she started, tilting her head to the side, and wondering if this would be one of those inappropriate line crossers that she wasn't yet aware of. It physically pained her to feel so helpless. "Do you want a guy hug?" she offered finally, looking at him through imploring eyes. If she were being entirely honest with herself, she wanted a guy hug quite desperately.
He was Booth, so he must have been able to tell this because he reached one arm out toward her, grasping her hand and lazily pulling her against his chest. She inhaled deeply, burying her nose in the side of his neck as his arms wrapped firmly around shoulders. It was like being swaddled, his hugs. She felt secure and warm, safe from anything being wrapped up in his arms. Wrapping her thinner arms around his waist, she squeezed, trying to return those same feelings of comfort to him and wondering if these guy hugs were the same for him as they were for her. Her body was much smaller, so she doubted he felt that same swaddled sensation that she did.
She ran her hands up his back, bending her elbows and trying to find a position that would allow her the firmest squeezing potential with the most physical contact. So focused, she didn't notice him squirm the first time. "Bones." He whispered against her hair. "You should probably buy me dinner first if you're going to try to cop a feel." he teased, and she froze, leaning back to look into his eyes.
"I was trying to find the position that would cover the most surface area of your body to ensure you benefit as much as possible from the feelings of safety and comfort provided by the guy hug. Your body is much larger than mine." she explained, feeling a little embarrassed having said it out loud now.
"This is perfect. I promise." he murmured, squeezing her tighter. "I always feel safe with you." he added, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
"Is it because I'm an excellent shot?" she asked, and he chuckled, his chest rumbling against her cheek.
"Sure." he agreed, though she wasn't convinced he was being genuine. "We should probably let go now." he whispered, though he made no motions to release her from his firm grip.
"Why?" she asked, desperately wishing he'd never let go.
Tilting his head to the side so he could look at her face, he gave her a sad smile. "Because, the longer we stand here like this, the more I want to do this." he murmured, leaning fractionally forward and brushing his lips against hers, his arms still holding her firmly to his chest.
She exhaled slowly, tilting her chin up toward him. "Perhaps that is a coinkydink." she murmured, and he smirked at the use of the colloquialism she'd picked up from him. "Because the longer we stand here, the more I want to do this." she mimicked back at him, leaning in and brushing her lips against his right back.
She felt a moment of bereavement when his arms fell from around her, but it was short-lived and she gasped in surprise when his body crowded her against the wall behind her, pressing her back against the hard surface as his hands slammed against it on either side of her head. His lips crashed down against her mouth, his chest pressed firmly against hers, and she felt swaddled in comfort in an entirely different way.
She reached up, wrapping her hands around his biceps and squeezing as she nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a rumbling growl from low in his chest. His hands slid down off of the wall to hold her face, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue between her parted lips. She whimpered as heat pooled low in her belly and radiated in every direction.
Gasping for breath, their lips parted, and his eyes roved over her face as if looking for any indication that she wasn't ok before his mouth latched onto the side of her throat. Her fingers threaded into his hair, scratching her nails across his scalp as he sucked the tender flesh of her neck. His fingertips trailed a feather-light touch down her shoulder, leaving a goosebumps in their wake as they continued on, skimming across her forearm and stomach and any part of her they could touch until he reached her hip.
Grabbing his face in her hands, she brought his lips back up to hers, desperate to taste his mouth again. He groaned appreciatively when her tongue slipped between her lips, and he brought his hands to her hips, grinding his erection into her thigh. His left hand trailed down, finding the hem of the pencil skirt she'd worn to work that day and toying with it as his right hand moved in the opposite direction, sliding over her belly until it was cupping her breast, squeezing gently in time with the rhythm of his hips.
She parted her legs as much as her tight skirt would allow and sighed into his mouth as the pads of his fingers brushed over the scrap of lace between her thighs. "So wet." he murmured against her lips as he applied more pressure to his touch. She nipped at his lip, tilting her hips into his touch as he slid a finger under the edge of her panties, intent on pushing the lace to the side. He groaned in frustration when he froze, and pulled his face away from hers, his lips red and swollen and his eyes nearly black with desire. "Is this ok?" he asked, and it took her a moment to register his question, her brain too focused on just how close his fingers were to exactly where she wanted them.
"Just promise me you won't stop." she begged on a moan as the throbbing between her thighs only intensified at the sound of his husky voice.
"Stop?" He whispered with a smirk as his hand between her thighs jerked down quickly followed by the sound of lace ripping. "I'm just getting started." he murmured, liberating the scrap of black fabric from between her legs and shoving it into his pocket. His fingers stroked over her tender flesh as he stared reverently into her eyes.
The door beside them opened, startling them as the disheveled couple stumbled out of the bathroom. Booth pressed himself against her as if ensuring her modesty and buried his face in the side of her neck. "Oops… all yours." the woman giggled as they continued down the hall.
They were frozen like this, pressed against the wall with his hand between her thighs, completely unmoving, and she wondered if this was where it was going to end again. Were they destined to just keep having these near misses? Was she really thinking about destiny right now? She was almost positive he was about to come down from whatever high they were both on and pull away from her, citing how wrong they were for even doing this, and she wondered if maybe she ought to be the voice of rationality.
Fuck rationality.
She rolled her hips, causing his fingers to brush against her overly aroused clit, and she moaned at the sweet sensation.
His chest rumbled and he removed his hand from between her legs, sliding them both down her back, over the curve of her ass until they were gripping the backs of her thighs. Dragging her skirt up to her waist, he lifted her up, and she gasped with relief as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her lips descended onto his. She felt him fumbling with one hand against the wall as he walked a couple of steps toward the bathroom door and pushed it open with her back. He elbowed it closed behind them as she clung to him and rotated her hips again, grinding her wet sex against his stomach.
She moaned against his mouth at the biting pleasure of his dress shirt buttons flicking across her clit. She absently wondered if his shirt would be ruined after this, but it had felt so good she did it again anyways. She flinched at the feeling of cold porcelain against her ass and realized he'd set her on the edge of the pedestal sink.
"I don't think this is going to hold me." she murmured through gasping breaths, letting one leg dangle to rest her tip-toes of her high heeled pumps on the floor for balance as she reached forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. He smirked at her, brushing her hair behind her ear in a tender gesture that was completely out of place for dirty bar bathroom sex.
"It just gets to hold you for a sec." he told her, capturing her lips with his again as his hands flicked open the button at the top of his dress pants. "Then you're all mine again." he muttered against her lips, and she tried to make sense of his words, but she was too focused on pushing his pants and boxers down his hips.
Booth felt his pants and boxers pool around his ankles, but he didn't bother to try to kick them off over his shoes. He wanted her back in his arms now. Gripping her hips, he yanked her forward on the edge of the sink, pulling her exposed pussy flush against the skin of his stomach as he lifted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist again, and her mouth covered his. He couldn't believe how wet she was when he felt her hot come smearing over his stomach as she gyrated against him, every roll of her hips causing the head of his cock to brush against the cleft of her ass.
"Booth…" she whimpered his name against his mouth as she fucked herself against his stomach, and if it wasn't the hottest damn thing he'd ever heard, he didn't want to know what was.
"Hold on, baby." he murmured, releasing his grip on her and reaching between them to wrap his hand around his cock. He said a silent prayer of thanks to whatever inspired her to take up yoga because he was feeling incredibly appreciative of her impressive core strength as her thighs tightened around his waist and she continued to ride his abs. She slowed when he rubbed the head of his cock against her, stroking up and down her wet slit, coating himself in her hot juices. "Bones?" he whispered, looking back into her eyes as she stilled against him. At her eager nod, he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her as she slid a little lower. He groaned, meeting her halfway and guiding his hard cock into her tight welcoming heat.
She gasped when he was completely sheathed and gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. "Wait." she whispered, pressing her forehead against his and squeezing her eyes shut.
Fuck. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, trying to find some semblance of composure in their current position. She shook her head rapidly, though she never moved her forehead from his and her eyes remained shut.
"I just– I want to remember this feeling forever." she spoke breathlessly, sighing before finally opening her eyes. He smiled at her, moving his mouth the half inch required to meet hers and kissing her tenderly. She rolled her hips then, and he thrust up to meet her.
It started out so slowly as they moved together, his cock barely leaving her body with each short thrust that this position allowed. He was dead. This was definitely fucking heaven, he thought as his right hand shoved her blouse up and yanked the cup of her bra down. He would gladly accept death if it meant that whimper she'd made when he sucked her puckered nipple was the last thing he got to hear.
He grunted as he thrust a little faster, feeling her own movements becoming just a little more erratic. When she moaned his name, followed by a stream of breathless expletives, he thought he'd explode right there. His ears were not communicating with his brain in real time, but he was pretty sure she'd just called him baby and was begging him to fuck her harder, which was quite literaly the least Bones-y thing she'd ever said to him, but he complied with enthusiasm. He'd fuck her any way she wanted any time she wanted if it meant he'd get to listen to her pretty little genius mouth cuss like a horny sailor.
She moaned so loud as she came, he wondered if it could be classified as a scream, but he was too focused on pounding into her to care if anyone heard. He cursed against the shell of her ear as he came inside her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her to his body as the tremors of their orgasms calmed.
He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her fingers stroking soothingly through his hair. His brain tried to bring forth a new wave of guilt, but he banished it, leaning back and capturing her lips again. He slowly allowed his wilting cock to slip from her as he lowered her onto her shaky legs.
"Don't let go yet." She laughed breathlessly, gripping his shoulders for balance and he smiled at her, holding her waist to keep her upright until she regained proper use of her legs.
The bathroom door flying open and slamming against the wall behind it caused them both to jump, and Booth bent over trying to yank his pants up while also shielding Bones' body from the intruder.
A/N: Well, talk about getting caught with your pants down, am I right?
