A/N: Welcome to Rush to be Loved part 2! Even though I had this chapter in the works already, I'd like to thank Kareneb for requesting a part two anyway.Thank you Mphs95 for reviewing the previous chapter. It's very much appreciated! We continue from where we left off last time, or at least on the same evening.
WARNING for M-rated stuff, but nothing too heavy.
He always tried to keep abuse of his siren to a minimum. To leave the screaming sound and flashing lights for the emergencies it was meant for. Mostly he followed those rules because he didn't want to get busted and be send to Sweets for a lecture and over-analysis. Especially since it would be the perfect in for the psychologist to talk about Booth's sex life. But this trip home was an emergency if you thought about it, so this time around he made an exception. Within 10 minutes he arrived in his street. Parking the car, Bones almost beat him to the door. "You in rush, Bones?"
"Yes, aren't you? I am ready for the second circle."
"Round, it is called the second round, Bones. And what about the cuddling you promised?" Booth asked, his voice filled with humor. Like I would ever turn down a second round with Bones for some near the friendzone cuddling.
As he opened the door Temperance answered him with a quick turn of her head, making her hair sway around. "Don't worry about that. We can cuddle twice as long afterward."
Cuddling had happened, eventually, when their breaths had become too labored to continue their pleasure-seeking behavior. Cuddling had led to sleeping. At least it had for little periods of time. The little sleep, they had gotten was very limited and way too short.
Brennan didn't even know what had transpired in the last 36 hours. Every round had been getting better and better. Each orgasm was stronger than the previous one as they learned each other's preferences. Her memories were tangled like their limbs had been tangled in each other and the bed sheets. Probably caused by the mild sleep deprivation they were by now both suffering from. Both had taken their time discovering the other's preference, cataloging every mole and scar, every reaction to touch and nibling. They had barely left the bedroom, only when nature called for refreshments and bathroom breaks. The only reason she had a few seconds to think through the last two and a half day was one of those nature calls breaks from Booth.
Booth re-entered the bedroom from his bathroom. "Maybe we should just sleep for a while now."
"Awh, did I wear you down already? I expected you to have better stamina." Bones smiled as she pulled back the sheets so Booth could join her again in his bed, trying to stifle a yawn.
Crawling back into bed, Booth tut-tutted her. "I am just being considerate. I figured you would need a break", sliding the palm of his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. "Aside from us wearing each other down, I bet you're a little sore right now, considering how we went at it for the last hour."
Brennan shuddered at the words and the husky sound of his voice. Turning toward him, she ran her hands over his chest. "Maybe", she admitted. "But why waste our hours of skipping work and responsibilities on sleeping?"
"Yes, you're right, what do you propose? I don't want to make you any sorer." He sported a concerned look.
A sly smile appeared on Bones' face. "Well, I already told you I like handsome and skillful men going down on me."
Booth looked serious. "Any handsome and skillful man? That just won't do. I want to be the only man that gets to do that."
She smiled. "Well, that can be arranged, but only if you're good enough."
Booth gasped at his partner's wittiness. "I should just pound you senseless for questioning my outstanding skills." As he moved down her body.
Temperance shrugged, opening her legs so Booth could lay a little more comfortable. "Fine by me, maybe you can do that afterward."
"You'll be the death of me," Booth grumbled; his eyes locked on her sex.
A satisfied sigh, as Booth connected to her core, escaped her mouth. "At least you'll die happily."
Slowly Booth woke up. Somehow, he had managed to convince Bones to take a nap longer than just an hour. He loved her and he was thoroughly enjoying their sex-escapades, but falling asleep with her in his arms and then waking up still cuddled together, naked, would be a close second.
He really felt like a horny teenager again. This wasn't the first time he had skipped work at the start of a new relationship. But since he was also a usually responsible adult, never more than one day at a time. Until now. They had both called in sick, making up some story about food poisoning. Bones and he were on their third day of skipping work and phone calls. Temperance made him feel like a god, lying in bed with his goddess. It wasn't that he didn't like his job, but if it were to get in the way of this celebration of pleasure, he definitely wasn't happy with that.
They had gotten into every position they could think off inside the bedroom. Against the door, on the bed, she on the bed with him standing, missionary, doggy style and a couple of others he didn't remember or simply just didn't know the name off. But the one that had made him cross-eyed was Bones on top, working him with all her skills and muscle control. For a while, he had feared that his eyes had rolled so far back into his head that he would never see straight again.
Booth's phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. The fact that his phone was even ringing meant someone had been calling him three times in under two minutes. That meant something urgent. Damnit, I cursed it. Picking up his phone, he noticed the lab's number. Please let it not be a murder. "Booth," he said, trying to sound normal after his sinful thoughts from only a few seconds before.
"Well you don't sound very sick, Seeley," Cam said.
"Yeah, it's getting better. You know how it is, illnesses can't be rushed."
"Hmmm-mmm", Cam responded. "You do know that an upset stomach from bad food only lasts about 36-48 hours, right?"
Recognizing a certain tone in Camile's voice, Booth sighed. "What are you trying to say, Cam?"
"I think you know what I am trying to say, but let me help you reach the conclusion yourself. Dr. Brennan is hardly ever sick. Remember that time when she had gotten the flue? We all tried to get her to take some sick days but to no avail. She worked the case with it, even though she had a rather high fever. So, the chances of Dr. Brennan skipping three days for a case of bad food are astronomically small. Then there is the fact she isn't even at home, so I am guessing she is laying right beside you right?"
"You went to check on her?" Booth asked.
"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, but the fact that you had to ask, tells me I was right anyway."
Silently he cursed himself for falling for one of the oldest tricks in the book. "What gave us away?"
"Aside from Dr. Brennan being away from her desk for three days? Well not reciprocating when I called you Seeley just now is a hint. You not begging me for medication to help you get back to work to help Dr. Brennan and keep her from going into the field alone is another. Don't forget that I used to be a cop too."
Booth smiled; his friend knew him really well. "That last one only happens when there is an active murder case."
Cam snorted. "We actually caught one this morning. You haven't checked your email in three days? You didn't really think the FBI would call you in when you're sick? Hacker has sent agent Shaw so don't worry about the progress."
While on the line, Booth checked his email. As the SAC of major crimes, he was kept in the loop of all cases his agents were working on, even when he was out of the office, like when dealing with an 'illness'. "Ah", Booth exclaimed.
"You're checking your mail now, aren't you?" Cam said, enjoying that she could so easily predict Booth's behavior.
"Yes", Booth grumbled. "I guess I'll have to tell Bones". He sounded disappointed that their romantic mid-week activities were probably going to need to end.
"Well, the bones aren't ready yet. I am still working on the autopsy and Wendell is perfectly capable to do the preliminary examination of the bones after defleshing them. So, if you and Dr. Brennan could drag yourselves out of bed tomorrow morning, you'd still be on time."
A sigh of relief escaped Booth. "Thanks, Cam."
"You're welcome, big guy. The both of you deserve some time off and deserve each other. I can't believe you two finally got together. I am so happy for both of you." Cam gushed.
Booth smiled at the very Angela-like rambling from his oldest friend. "Well, I am glad you approve of me and Bones abusing sick leave."
"Hey, we've done it before and new love can be so sweet and sickening that my professional opinion is that it falls within the parameters of a sick day."
Booth laughed. "Yeah, though I doubt Hacker will be as understanding as you are. I'd appreciate it if you would keep this on the down low."
"Of course, Seeley. Just enjoy the rest of your day together."
"Thanks, Camile, see you tomorrow."
A/N: Thanks for reading!