"Can I just?" It was a simple question, with little to no intentions behind it. She wanted to be still. To not think for just a moment. A few seconds of peace and she would go back to the couch and try to sleep away, her overwhelming emotions. She was loath to admit it out loud. Still, she always found great comfort in Booth. Especially on those rare occasions where he would tightly wrap his arms around her as if he were protecting her from whatever was causing her pain. So when he laid them both down Brennan's worries had temporarily dissipated as she listened to the gentle, rhythmic beat of her partner's heart, a task which she had never participated in before but now found rather soothing. With each pump of blood that flowed through his arteries, she matched her breaths to his steady beat. The pace slowly elevated the scientist's worries pulling her into a symbiotic trance.
After a few moments, Brennan slowly tilted her head to tell Booth she should probably head back to her makeshift bed for the night. But, as her eyes met him, she saw an unfamiliar look greeting her stare. "I'm sorry, am I hurting you? I can get up. You need your rest. I should probably go back to the couch so you can sleep" Brennan could hear how feeble she sounded. Still, as she had just bared her soul to her partner not ten minutes ago, she decided not to care too much as he was still staring at her with a wordless emotion she again could not place. Temperance took that as her sign and began to remove herself from her partner's side. As she started to rise from her position, his arms encased her tighter, holding the anthropologist firmly in place. She wasn't sure she had correctly heard the next three words that faintly left his lips or if she'd just wished them into existence, but as he whispered them a second time, there was no denying it. "I'm not angry."
Maybe he didn't mean those words the way she had immediately thought; it's not as though it's an uncommon phrase to use. But to them after that night on hockey stadium seats, those three tiny words took on a whole new meaning. Still, she wasn't strong, in fact at this very moment for the first time since she was a child Temperance felt weak, almost certainly not impervious. Her steel walls had been bulldozed, and she was left with an empty space that she needed to fill with something familiar, something on which to build a new foundation. If he was no longer angry and she at this moment in time was far from impervious... was this what people referred to as 'a moment' a brief period in time where something feels right and therefore controls one's actions, and if this was a moment why now. Surely this was the worst time to be feeling anything other than pain and sorrow for the loss of their friend, except maybe that was the message. Moments are fleeting, and we never know how many we'll get before our time is up so we should grab them when we can. She and Booth had missed so many of their 'moments' over their last seven years of knowing each other and right in this very second Brennan could not conjure up a single rational thought to stop what she was about to do.
Temperance raised her glance from the single spot on Booth's chest she had been staring at for how long she didn't know to look up into the agents warm chocolate eyes that had never left their position of being trained to her rosy tear swollen cheeks. Once their tear-filled stares met, Brennan felt the rough pads of Booth's fingers wipe away the remaining droplets falling down her cheek in a way that felt different than all the other times before which was the last push she needed. Resting her forearms on either side of her partner's torso, Brennan lifted herself, so she was hovering directly over the agent whose facial features mirrored the image of the others. Without even a pause of hesitation, the anthropologist crashed her lips into the man directly below hers.
Her lips met his with a passion she had only felt a handful of times before all of which had Seeley Joseph Booth on the receiving end. Just as she was about felt the urge to deepen their kiss, Temperance felt her partner pull back from her, creating a more significant gap than she wanted. For a brief moment, the scientist was filled with anxiety, worried she had misread the signs and ruined what was left of their already frayed relationship. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay with where I want this to go. Before I get too caught up in this." without a second to think her lips were back on his with a vengeance. She lightly brushed her tongue against the agents lower lip begging to gain entrance which was immediately granted as their tongues instantly met and began a beautiful dance as though they had been doing this for years once their air supply was wearing thin the pair slipped for a brief moment taking the time to study the other intensely. Just as she saw the man below her begin to move back in for another lust-filled kiss Temperance gently placed her index finger over his lips. "Teach me how to break the laws of physics" she whispered so tenderly the words were barely audible for her. Still, as the last word left her lips, the anthropologist felt herself become weightless as her heavily built FBI agent seamlessly flipped them. She was now laid beneath his healthy muscular body and felt the impact of their lips colliding instantly.
The kiss gradually became more heated both of them neglecting their need for air too focused on the pure pleasure they were eliciting from each other with just a single passionate kiss. Brennan's hands are the first to begin their exploration of her partner's body. Over the years, there had been various times where she had felt the sculptor of his male form but never had she had the chance to examine his physique like she did now. Her fingertips traced long soothing lines up and down the musculature of Booth's back with each length slightly grazing her nails over a few sensitive areas which gained her the most alpha groans she'd ever heard. When their lips finally parted so the pair could obtain some air Brennan's travelling hands wandered under Seeley's shirt. She began pushing the wanted garment from his body so she could feel his warm skin just a bit better.
Understanding his partner's intentions, Booth followed suit and slowly began lifting the FBI sweater he had given her previously in their evening. Starting from the hem, he let his fingers lightly brush her torso as he removed the obstruction from her soft slender body. As his calloused pads reached the underside of the anthropologist's breast, Booth paused briefly as he noticed there was no other barrier in the way to his new goal. Before removing the covering, his eyes flicked up to Brennan's to check for her permission and that they were both still on the same page when their eyes met. He saw pure trust and a hint of something he wasn't entirely convinced he wasn't imagining. The agent pushed the sweater off the last few inches leaving the woman below him in just her underwear.
Booth raised into a seating position, knees either side of Brennan's hips as he raked his eyes over her body, taking in every detail he had only ever dreamed of before. "You're stunning, you're flawless. You're exactly how I imagined you look. Angelic" He watched as the woman below him playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Angels don't exist Booth, so I don't see that whatever you have been dreaming about my body is correct. Now, are you going to stop staring and put those dreams into practice?" Not needing any more encouragement Booth sunk down to where his mouth had been watering to taste since the second it was exposed to him.
Wrapping his lips gently around her hardened nub Booth slowly dragged the nipple into his mouth as he took long drawn out sucks on her sensitive peak, raking his teeth ever so lightly with every suck. Quickly noticing the action, he was eliciting from his partner he used the hand currently rest on Brennan's hip to stimulate the breast that had recently been given no attention, with the first tweak of her softer nub the pleasure had caused the woman below him to arch into his touch rousing the most sensual moan Booth had ever heard. Once he noticed the pleasure becoming too much for her, the agent switched his oral ministration to the other breast and left the now swollen mound as to not send the anthropologist too close to the edge too soon.
Brennan's arousal was growing as she felt her heat pool at her core; she needed more than just his mouth on her breasts; she needed him, all of him. Now. Her hands began their journey towards the waistband of the sweatpants the agent had worn to bed. Understanding his partner's plan helped her removed his pants and threw them into a darkened corner of the room. Booth unlatched his lips from Brennan's now swollen peaks and began a trail of kisses down her navel to just above her panties which he hooked his index fingers in and began to slowly drag down her legs planting kisses with every inch body he grazed with the undergarments. "Booth, I please- I need you" was all Temperance managed to pant out as she saw the very sexy now very naked man give her a look she had only half-seen once before. His eyes were dark with a desire she never imagined she would be on the receiving end of at least not since the hoover incident. Still, here he was, here they were having once again found their way back to each other but this time. This time they were about to finally cross that stupid line Booth had drawn all of those years ago.
"Bones, Temperance. I have imagined this happening pretty much every night for the last almost 8 years. I want to take my time. I want to appreciate you the way you deserve to be appreciated. I want this to be special and not something you regret in the morning". His words were so kind and sincere the lust and the desire she was currently feeling had now morphed into another more unfamiliar emotion Brennan wasn't sure she knew how to deal with let alone name it.
Temperance ushered Booth up her body so his ear was pressed lightly against her lips so he would get the full effect of what she was about to say to him. "Make love to me. Show me just how crappy other sex has been. Show me how we perfectly fit together when we try to become one. Make love to me Booth." Her words were vulnerable yet dripping with desire. He hadn't expected her to ask him to make love to her. He has assumed she'd forgotten the conversation they'd had in the diner after their still bizarre pony play case. Yet, here she was quoting his speech about crappy sex and becoming one. With no more needing to be said Booth positioned himself at her entrance, he'd wanted to take more time to enjoy foreplay for just a little while longer. Still, the only thought he had right now was making this beautiful woman below him feel what real, earth-shattering lovemaking can feel like. He took one last glance into her eyes just to make sure she was ready, and this was what she wanted when all he saw staring back at him was pure trust Booth slowly slid himself inside her and retracting fully in slow and languid motion.
Brennan wrapped her legs around her partner's hips, creating a new delicious angle, making him touch that exquisite spot inside of her. She began to move her hips in time with Booth's creating the perfect slow rhythm. "More, faster. Harder" she huskily breathed out the slow pace was nice, but she wanted him more than ever.
Picking up the pace quite rapidly, the agent began pounding into the scientist below him eliciting the most erotic moans he had heard in his entire life. He had been with a few vocal women before, but the louder they got, the less it aroused Booth. Still, now he was hitting that same spot over and over trying to evoke those magical sounds out of this gorgeous woman.
"Booth, I'm close. So close, I just... GOD. More please" She grabbed his hand planted firmly at her right hip and slid it between their connected bodies until she felt his fingers graze her goal. Booth took the not so subtle hint and began drawing small circles over her clit to give her the extra stimulation she needed. "Cum for me. Let go. I'm right with you. I want to feel you cum all around me" his last words paired with another deep stroke sent the pair over the edge as they both whispered meaningless nonsense as they rode out their highs together.
After taking a few moments had passed and Brennan had finally regained her regular breathing pattern she rested her head on her partner's shoulder and looked up into his sleep-heavy eyes. "that was anything but crappy." Were the last 5 words she managed to utter before they both fell asleep in each other's arms.
The early morning light crept through the partially drawn blinds creating unbearably bright lines of light throughout the room. Brennan slowly began to open her eyes to let them adjust to the obnoxious rays. Just as her eyes had finally adjusted to their surroundings and become more comfortable with its brightness the events of the night before began flooding back into her mind. She had not awoken in her room. She could tell, but the rough feeling of the sheets draped over her body. Her naked body! She was naked. Taking in a breath of air, the familiar scent around her filled her nostrils for what felt like the millionth time. The aroma that could only be described by a single word. Booth.
Once all of the night's events were firmly back in her memory, the anthropologist reached her hand across the bed to be greeted by only a layer of sheets. He was gone. She glanced over to the adjoining bathroom to see if that was where she could locate him, but the room was dark and empty. Taking in her surroundings just a little bit more the sound of humming caught her attention as the whereabouts of her partner had become unknowingly obvious. She draped her legs over the side of Booth's bed, planting her feet on the cold hardwood floor, picking up his oversized sweater and pulling it over her head then began to make her way towards the sound of the brewing coffee machine. Before Brennan reached the kitchen where she was expecting to see her partner, she found his sunken silhouette sat on the couch head fallen between his knees with both palms splayed across the back of his neck.
Brennan couldn't recall a time she had ever seen Booth look so defeated. Was this because of last night? Did he regret what had happened between them? Maybe there were consequences to crossing the professional boundaries after all, and his was regret. He had always told her they would never work as a couple, and now here he was clearly in a state of shame over what they had done that night. Maybe it would be for the best if I just left. Give him an easy out. An escape hatch to pretend as nothing happened. Just as she was about to retreat to his bedroom so she could leave, she noticed he had turned to look at her. "Come sit. We should talk." His stoic voice sent a cold shiver down Brennan's spine keeping her from moving from the stop she was now frozen in. Booth reached his hand behind him, gesturing for his partner to take it and sit beside him. When she arrived at the couch Brennan perched on the sofa cushion beside him so she could avoid his gaze.
"Listen. Last night wasn't exactly how I had imagined that happening" He took in a deep breath whilst focusing his eyes on their joined hands. Sensing the tension emanating from the silent woman sat next to him, the agent decided to continue. "and I really want to talk to you about all of this. Last night. Us. The future, but right now, I need all my focus and attention to be on killing Broadsky, okay. But after that, we'll talk about all of this and what happens next." Usually, Booth could coax out the anthropologist's feeling and get her to open up to him about what was going on in that big brain of hers, however right now Seeley had no idea what she was feeling or what in the hell he was meant to do.
As the words left Booth's lips, the scientist wasn't sure she could stay with him for another second. He was going to tell her they couldn't work together anymore. After the night outside the Hoover, sure she'd broken his heart. Still, a broken heart is much easier to recover from than accidental sexual liaison. They wouldn't be able to continue their friendship either. She had messed everything up and just when she was getting her Booth back. Not that he belonged to her, he's not property. But the man she called Booth was finally back, and their relationship was finally back to normal. She had to go and mess it up by getting overly emotional and crossing that perfectly rationally placed line that kept them from messing up everything they worked so hard to rebuild.
Gently slipping her hand from Booth's grasp, placing them nervously on her restless thighs "That's fine. We shall discuss at a more suitable juncture. I should probably go to the Jeffersonian; you'll need more findings to help you catch Broadsky" Before allowing Booth to reply to her response the anthropologist had retreated to the agent's bedroom to gather her belongings to leave. As Brennan began changing from Booth's FBI sweater into the clothes she had packed for the day she felt the familiar touch of her partner's hands on her shoulders applying enough pressure to spin her, so she faced him. "We're going to talk as soon as all of this is over. I promise we'll talk and sort this whole mess out" Booth could feel Brennan automatically tense under his touch then step out of his reach.
"Like I said earlier that's fine when you feel that this is important to you we will discuss this… mess" Her last words came out choked as she pushed passed the FBI agent and made her way out of his apartment leaving him standing alone and confused. A mess. Their night together was a mess. She'd spent so long trying to open herself up to, to them and that's somehow caused a mess in his mind. Her anger grew the further away she got from his apartment. He'd never described what happened between him and Cam as a mess and this was practically the same scenario except that they were partners. Was that his problem? The mess he referred to their partnership had the night's events been such a catastrophic catalyst that even their working relationship was going to be called into question. She needed to stop this inner downward spiral before it got too far and actually did ruin any small chance of them being okay. She needed perspective; she needed guidance; she needed Angela.
After the long morning she had-had staring at Leishenger's skull Brennan found herself unable to concentrate on anything other than her morning with Booth. Usually, she'd call her partner and ask to talk over their issues, but that wasn't an option. Even though he had to focus his attention on Broadsky, she couldn't concentrate on anything but their night together. Fortunately, Angela just walked in time into the bone room. She needed a soundboard to tell someone about her current situation with her partner, and she'd be going to the next best thing if this wasn't going to be the man in the heart of her problem.
The anthropologist hadn't been able to broach the issue with the woman before her all morning. Yeah, they might have spoken before about their love lives and sex, but something was different about Booth. The guy who hated getting his sex life discussed with anyone, but if he wasn't able to talk. What other choice did she have, then her ideal moment happened.
"What is going on? I mean, is this about Vincent?" The explanation for her absurd actions that morning was not necessarily due to her recently deceased intern, but deep down Brennan realised that the previous day's events almost certainly played a role in her decision-making for the rest of that night.
"Yes. And ... "she could barely utter the words. Speaking to Angela made the whole awkward situation a reality. But she had to; she had to tell someone to stop her brain, breaking apart her feelings. "I got into bed with Booth last night".She couldn't help but let out a small smile at the thought of last night. A dream becoming reality. A thought that had intruded many of her dreams and even crept into her conscious thoughts. Even though she was unaware of where her and Booth currently stood with each other, they had leapt the final hurdle in their relationship, and if she was honest with herself she did not want to go back, Temperance just had to hope he felt the same.
Angela could barely find her words as she stood before Brennan, she let her mouth hang open as Hodgins entered the room with exciting news about the case that could lead them to Broadsky's location. Before Brennan could ask Angela any more questions as to why she wasn't saying anything, Angela was yelling at her husband to leave the room immediately. "Now. Start from the beginning. Don't skip anything."
Where could she even begin, their deep conversation on the edge of his bed, the way their first kiss made her feel as though the rest of the world had melted away, or how she had-had the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. Or how all of the magic from their night together vanished the second he spoke to her that morning, and how now all she could think of was the prospect of losing one of the most influential people in her life due to one reckless uncalculated decision. "I got upset about Vincent, and how he kept asking not to leave, but Booth told me he was speaking to the universe. I'm still not entirely convinced by his reasoning, but it gave me comfort at the time". She took a deep breath before continuing her account of her night with Booth. "I couldn't bear being alone, so I asked if we could just lay there for a moment until I regained control of my emotions. He told me he wasn't angry and I most certainly wasn't impervious anymore, and for a moment I saw him looking at me the way he used to before all the heartbreak." A single tear rolled down her porcelain skin as she continued her story. "I kissed him; I couldn't stop myself. It felt like everything had lined up for that moment and if I didn't take the risk, then I never would. Which led to Booth and me sleeping together…"
Angela's face was the definition of dumbfounded. If she was lost of words from Brennan's first declaration, this was a whole new realm of speechlessness. "Sweetie, I don't know what to say. I mean congratulations sound a bit tactless, but this is huge I mean you and Booth, together. What did he say when you guys talked about your night together?"
The tension emanating from the anthropologist was palpable. Sure their night together had meant a lot to her, but Booth seemed more than content to ignore the whole 'mess'. "Well, Booth asked if we could discuss matters after he had killed Broadsky. He said that it needed his undivided attention. He couldn't concentrate if he had to think about the mess from the night before" Brennan's voice cracked from anguish as she replayed the conversation she had this morning over in her head. "Bren, I'm sure he didn't mean that your night together was a mess. That man has been in love with you for years, trust me everything is piling on top of him at the moment, and he doesn't want to screw anything up. Especially not finally being with the love of his life. Believe me when I say you and Studly will be just fine."
Brennan knew she should believe what her best friend was telling her. Still, there was a small voice in the back of her mind whispering contradictory opinions neither of which were winning over the other; they were battling to the death coaxing out every last drop of anxiety the scientist was feeling. "I know he loved me before. But we've been through so much since then, with me leaving and him falling in love and proposing to Han…" Before the name of Booth's ex-girlfriend could leave her lips, the tawdry tune of Bootylicious began playing in the space between the two women. "Why is that song coming from your phone?" Brennan's brow furrowed at Angela's question.
"Well the other night at Founding Fathers Booth took my phone and changed his contact name to Boothylicious, and this is what he picked as his ringtone. I've personally never heard it, but it's quite catchy." Angela couldn't help but let out a cackle at Booth's drunken joke. Before Angela could comment, Brennan answered the call.
"Bones. Hey, so I just got off the phone with Hodgins, and I have to make my move on Broadsky now, but I just wanted to hear your voice, you know just in case. I also need you to know that if I do make it out of this. I can't wait to discuss our future and what happens next. So Ummm yeah, you there Bones?" Booth's nervous voice made it to her ears. Brennan glanced over at Angela, and she took the hint instantly and pointed at the door. She mouthed Good luck as she left the room.
"Hi." She got out in a whisper. Her voice wouldn't cooperate with her brain, and she had to choose her words carefully.
"Thank god." She could hear Booth breathe out.
"I'm sorry I left in a hurry this morning, I just.." She let her words die out as she thought of this morning. Brennan never believed that the morning after they finally got into bed with each other, that this is how they would communicate. She had always imagined them waking up in each other's arms and going over the previous night's activities. That they would make love until they were late for work, but stopping for breakfast at the diner like any regular day.
"I know… perhaps I should have worded myself differently.." Booth sighed. "I just was so absorbed by thoughts of killing Broadsky; I didn't properly explain myself to you." He paused for a moment in case Brennan wanted to speak, when he was sure she had nothing to add he continued. "You're so important to me Bones, and I needed you to know that we're good because I don't want our potential last conversation to be a miscommunication. I have to go but just know I care about you so much and when I come back the first thing we'll do is talk. Goodbye Bones…"
"Okay, uhm.." Brennan got out and shifted her weight slightly and glanced over the bones that laid in front of her. The sole reason she stood in that room was so Booth could catch Broadsky, and they didn't have to fear for their lives every night, hoping that they wouldn't be his next target. She knew that Booth was high up on Broadsky's list. "I care about you too, Booth, You know that.." She smiled as she let the words settle on her tongue; it was true. Brennan feared that his return to her wouldn't happen and that made her heartache. "I'll talk to you later." She said, putting a sense of security in her and hopefully in Booth too.