A/N: Hello there! As predicted in the previous chapter: I wasn't able to finish this chapter because of my vacation. However, I decided to post the update now, so I *hopefully* can move on to the next chapter to be able to update again next week.
This chapter is inspired by a fanfic written by Sleeplessinatlanta: Fighting Words Chapter 21 (Underwear). I'm sure some pieces from that chapter will be familiar if you've ever read Fighting Words Chapter 21 :).
Before I forget: WARNING this chapter is definitely high up on the M-scale!
Saturdays were the perfect day to catch up with house chores. Since Booth had left for hockey, she had managed to clean the dishes, clean every room, do the windows and last but not least, do the very impressive pile of laundry.
After managing to do all that in one morning she had decided on taking a break. Well, a working break that she was filling with the latest issue of Anthropology quarterly on her couch. Bones was trying to read an article about a new technique to compare rib injuries but her thoughts quickly drifted back to Booth.
It was really odd how comfortable she felt around him as she was sharing her life with him. They were practically living together and somehow it didn't scare her. Everything with Booth just felt absolutely right. Her whole life she had tried to run away from men who wanted to have a relationship with her because she was afraid that it wouldn't last and that at some point the man would change into a tyrant that wanted to take away her freedom, identity, and liberties. But these last couple of days hadn't seemed scary at all. Booth didn't expect her to give up her identity, her freedom, or anything else. If anything, his love and attention added things to her life: a sense of security, a sense of completion.
She used to think monogamy was stupid. Something for people with an average IQ that were indoctrinated by religion and societies unnatural norms. That it was a danger to any rational thinking person. Now, however, she wondered why she had even cared about such a principle. When she and Booth were having sex, getting groceries or just cuddling on the couch, she wasn't even thinking about anyone else. For the first time in a really long time, she didn't feel like she was missing anything. She felt complete and happy.
Bones took in a deep breath, smelling his sent on the shirt she was wearing. It was one of his black dress shirts that he saved for the dressier occasions in his private life. It was really the same type of dress shirt he always wore under his suit, but the black color made it look completely different on his body. It made him look even hotter, more mysterious. It complemented his hair and dark brown eyes. It made her want him even more on that shallow but exhilarating level. So, when she had found his dress shirt on the bedroom chair from last night's going out she had decided to put it on, reveling in his smell. It was like getting cuddled and enveloped by Booth.
After another hour of relaxing and musing, she heard the door. Booth walked in with all his hockey gear; his hair wet from his locker room shower. "We won Bones!" He exclaimed. "Wendell gave a great pass to Mike, while I blocked the other teams' winger, letting Mike score the winning goal. It was awesome!" Booth dropped his hockey bag on the floor, wiggling himself out of his coat, before turning back around.
"That is great Booth. Does that mean that you now have enough points to advance to the next leap?" Bones said as she turned the page she finished reading.
The voice of his partner dragged his eyes to her living room. "Yes, we do have enough points to go to the next league." Booth walked past the corner, finally getting a view of the couch. Stunned by seeing his partner sitting on the couch, he swallowed. Temperance was sitting with her legs curled halfway under her, the blouse covering all indecent spots, but leaving more than enough to his imagination. "Wow, hi Bones," Booth breathed.
Putting away her magazine she looked up and smiled at the adoration in his eyes. "Hi, Booth."
"What are you wearing?"
"Your dress shirt from yesterday. I was doing laundry and this one was on the not ready to be washed pile so I figured I'd wear it before it needs to go into the next load. It is really comfortable, nice fabric, really soft."
Solely focused on his partner in front of him, he nodded and then swallowed, his Adam apple bobbing. "Bones, what does it, anthropologically, mean when a woman puts on the clothing of the man she's seeing?"
It took a second before the question landed with her. As the answer popped in, she blushed. "Well, typically it means that the woman enjoys the company of that man and doesn't like it when he isn't physically around."
Booth walked closer. "So, you enjoy my company?" A predatory glint in his eyes.
Bones grinned. "Booth, I think I enjoy everything about being around you."
Stunned Booth paused his movements.
"Did I say something wrong?" Temperance asked, the crease between her eyebrows appearing.
"No, you definitely didn't. I... Just never imagined I would ever get to hear you say something like that."
Temperance chuckled. "That is quite a coincidence. I was thinking something along the same lines before you came in." She extended her hand and gestured for Booth to take a seat beside her on the couch. "I never believed I could be happy with tying my happiness to someone else's. Despite that belief, I've really been enjoying us spending our downtime together."
"Hey, you got that one right," Booth said with a smile as he pulled her up from the couch into a hug. "I really enjoy all of this too. I am glad you insisted we give us as more than just partners and friends a go."
Brennan nodded against his chest, savoring the moment. "So, you approve of me taking your clothes?"
"Definitely. As long as I get to take them off you afterward."
"Oh, you want this back?" Bones said with a smile, as she started to unbutton the black dress shirt.
"Yes, stealing is against the law and this is my favorite one. If it weren't, I would rip it off you."
As Booth talked, Bones slowly continued up the row of buttons, uncovering more skin with every buttonhole freed. With Booth's last sentence, a naughty glitter appeared in Bones eyes, dripping her hands to the side. "The favorite or one of your favorites?" She knew he had several of these deep dark shirts.
Not following along, Booth met her eyes, a look of bewilderment in his, silently asking why she had stopped undoing the buttons. "Uhm one of the favorites, but they are really expensive." He rushed out.
Chuckling Bones walked closer to Booth, stopping in front of him until she was so close, they could feel the other's body heat. Leaning in even closer she placed her mouth next to his ear. "I'll buy you a new one", she whispered huskily before stepping back from the up and close position as soon as she had finished the last word.
A delightful shudder went through Booth. "Oh Bones... This is a dangerous game." He warned.
Bones smirked. "Dangerous for this piece of clothing garment, I hope."
Booth shook his head. "Not only for that no, but also for you." He stepped into her personal space and in one fluid motion he ripped the blouse open completely, the remaining buttons flying off. "Now you owe me a new one." He growled as he held the two side panes apart, admiring Temperance's lingerie covered body. "Damn this is so hot."
"I'll say", Bones' chest heaved from Booth's testimony fueled move. As she tried to look around Booth she spotted a few of the buttons on the floor.
The sound of her voice, raspy from lust and maybe admiration made him weak with desire. As he closed the distance between them, he kissed her.
Temperance let her hands roam freely under Booth's sport shirt until she quickly moved the fabric up and with some cooperation from Booth moved the shirt over his head.
Booth grinned as Bones' eyes feasted on his biceps before focusing on his torso. "Still liking what you see?"
"Hmm-hmm."
"Me too," Booth admitted. "So much so that I think I want to see more."
Temperance smiled, letting the shirt fall off her arms.
With a flick of his, hand Booth opened the front clasp bra.
Bones chuckled, also letting it drop to the ground.
"Much better", Booth said satisfied, returning the favor of thoroughly enjoying the view.
Growing impatient with only looking, Bones pulled his sweats and boxers down in one fast move.
"Bones!" Booth exclaimed, trying to fight his reflexes to cover himself up. For some reason, he felt vulnerable when Temperance unceremoniously yanked down the last line of defense for his modesty.
"Oh, come on, Booth. We both knew they were next to go. Besides, you were wearing more than I was," she said gesturing to her panties.
He couldn't help but smirk at her practical view. "Yeah okay..." Booth stepped out of the pile of pants, kicking them away he leaned towards Brennan. He kissed her and then said: "... but that wasn't very romantic. Just pulling something off so suddenly."
Brennan let out a laugh. "But your reaction was priceless."
He nuzzled her neck. "You enjoy pushing buttons, don't you?"
Licking her lips, she nodded. "Our banter has always been quite stimulating."
He should be surprised by that statement, but since he felt the same way, he wasn't. "Yeah, I agree," he said. "Though, this wasn't just banter. You...", he caressed her cheek while their noses touched, "... also enjoy shocking me."
The twinkle in Bones' eyes was instant.
Well, let me return that favor." His voice got dangerously low. Booth dropped his hand, letting it glide from her cheek to her neck, the curve of her breast to her flank until his fingertips touched the top of her panties. As the kiss deepened intensified, he circled her hip.
Thoroughly enjoying the steaming kiss and Booth's proximity, Temperance reveled in the moment. Next, a tearing sound broke the silence followed by the temporary feeling of asserted pressure where only a second ago her panties had been. A small squeal from her surprise escaped her mouth.
Booth discarded the ruined piece of lace and backed Bones back to the couch with a feral smile. He guiding her onto her back and he quickly hovered above her. "Those weren't expensive too, right?"
Bones smiled as she caressed his sternum. "Not as expensive as your dress shirt but more expensive than your boxers."
"Oh, you want me to buy you new ones?" Booth offered.
"Not necessary, those weren't my favorite." Bones retorted.
Booth nodded before flashing his charm smile. "Have you ever done it on this couch?"
Bones shook her head. "No, but ask me again in half an hour."
"Smooth." He complimented as he lowered himself down on her and kissed her again.
With Booth next to her and their breathes slowly returning to normal, she grasped his hand. "I think this couch is working for us rather well."
Booth chuckled as an agreement.
A comfortable silence hung between them as they thought through the sensations they had experienced.
"Do you think we should move in together?" Bones asked.
Surprised Booth looked at her.
"It is a waste of resources to keep changing apartments and we practically spend all our time together now", Bones explained.
"I would love to but don't you think we would be moving too fast?"
Brennan shrugged. "Maybe but we have known each other for over seven years now. We seem to be highly compatible. On all fronts."
Caressing her arm, he smiled. "Who are you and what have you done with Bones?"
"That Bones has gotten a wake-up alarm (call), well several actually and she is much happier not dancing and prancing around you but dancing with you." There was no humor in her answer, just the serious facts.
Booth smiled. "I love you too and maybe we can dance later."
"I didn't mean that literally, but I do love dancing with you. There is one more thing I would like to talk to you about but I don't know how to touch upon it. Throughout the years I've learned it is a sensitive subject..."
He brushed away a strand of her hair. "Whatever it is, you can share it with me. Just say it and we'll deal with it."
Bones tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "Do you still want children?" Despite Booth's reassurances, Bones still sounded insecure about bringing up the subject. She knew she loved him and she was willing to live with him forever but marriage was still a little step too far ahead. Booth had told her he didn't want any kids out of marriage and that would mean they wouldn't become parents any time soon.
"Yes, Bones, I do still want more kids, as many as you are willing to raise with me. But again; don't you think it would be a little too soon? We've only got together for like a couple of weeks."
Bones smiled. "Well, Angela has told me many times we were already practically together except for sex. And let's face it, we're both getting older. Where you will be perfectly fertile for at least a decade and a half My fertility will decline progressively more rapidly over the next couple of years. But I brought up the subject because I know how you feel about having children outside of wedlock." Bones said a nervous trembling lip. "And I still don't want to be married."
Booth nodded, understanding her dilemma. "Bones, I love you and as important as marriage is to me, you mean so much more. I'd die for you and I have killed for you. If you're willing to have a family with me, I will be even more over the moon than I am already."
"Are you sure?" Bones asked. "I know how important you find marriage."
"Of course, I am sure! I remember that conversation. I do want more kids, but I don't want to bring another child into this world I already know I wouldn't be able to see and take care off every day. I want to be a part of my kid's lives." Seeing his girlfriend still wasn't convinced, he took her hand into his. "Hey, if I just wanted to be married would have ordered a bride a long time ago, okay?"
Brennan looked appealed. "Booth, that is only one step above human trafficking."
"I was joking Bones; my point was that I don't want to marry just for the sake of being married." He rolled his eyes. "I want a real, meaningful, loving relationship, where I am as devoted to my love as she is to me. Even if we are not married, we still could have a relationship like that."
Relieved she shook her head. "I am glad you feel that way. We never discussed you fathering my child after your brain tumor because I knew the answer. Now I don't want you to just father my child, I want you to be the father. Start a family of our own."
Booth felt tears well up in his eyes.
Alarmed she put her palm on his arm. "What is wrong, Booth? Do you disagree?"
"Nothing Bones. Everything is okay. These are happy tears. I am so happy to hear you say that." He hugged her tighter. "Only a few months ago I feared I would never get to hear those words. I could only dream of you saying and wanting this." Booth wanted to explain further, but he was so filled with happiness that he no longer was able to find the words.
"I love you, Booth," Bones kissed Booth.
Booth lazily ran his hand over Bones' abdomen. It was exciting to think that soon her belly would be growing their prodigy. "So, would you like to start our family as soon as possible? If you are worried about fertility. We already know my swimmers are very potent."
She returned the question. "I've been told people in a newly committed relationship want to have time together before changing their rhythm because of a baby."
Booth grinned. "We don't really do things by the book and those people see a baby as a disruptive force. There is no ideal time to have a baby anyway. If you feel ready, I am ready. If you had told me you were pregnant now, I would have been ecstatic too."
Bones rolled on top, connecting her mouth to his. "I am definitely ready."
Booth smiled as he pulled her close to her chest. "I am ready for a baby but I need a little more recuperating time before we try practicing the moves to make a baby." Playing with Bones' hair, Booth enjoyed listening to their breathing. "This is so exciting, us living together and trying to start a family."
Bones nodded against his chest.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review on your way out :). Until next time!