Ch3
"Like a virgin…..Touched for the very first time.."
Madonna blared through the speakers as Brennan undressed for her shower. Even though the lab was state of the art, sometimes the smell of death stuck in her nose and the only way to get rid of it was to have a long hot shower and liberally use her mango scented body wash.
She smiled, as the image of Booth in his bed with his hand wrapped around himself flickered into her mind for the hundredth time that day. She wasn't sure why, but it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Maybe it was because of the way he'd said her name, without knowing she was there.
He was thinking of her.
She groaned hungrily.
He wanted her.
And, like the song said, with their sexual chemistry, there was no doubt in her mind that the experience of being with him would dull any of the ones in her past in comparison. Touched for the first time, indeed.
She thought of him too, when she was stressed out, needing release.
She stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade around her, easing the stiffness in her shoulders and soaking into her hair.
The sensations lulled her into a calming nothingness.
Nothing existed but her, and the water, and the cool marble wall she had her forehead resting on.
And the fire in her belly, the ache between her legs.
Booth.
Would it ever happen? She mused, dully, her brain taking refuge in the sound of the water hitting the tiles all around her.
He'd told her, next time, join in…
Would she?
Would there be a next time?
In five years she'd never walked in on him before…
The image flooded her mind again, and she groaned his name out loud, and let her hand slip down her body. When he'd been thinking of her, what had he been imagining? Her, bent over him, her mouth around him? Her riding him? Him riding her? What position did he like? Despite his reluctance to discuss sex, she found it hard to believe he was really a prude. Would he imagine her dressed up? A nurse? A librarian? Wonder woman? She remembered his eyes as he took in her outfit that day, so long ago, he'd liked it. And even when she was terrified of the snakes, she had revelled in having her breasts pressed up against him, her legs wrapped around him, his hands on her naked thighs. And they hadn't even been facing each other, she laughed at herself. He had definitely not been thinking of that fact. And she shouldn't have been either. They had almost gotten killed that day.
But they had saved the girl.
She growled in frustration, knowing that now her mind had wandered, there was no way she was going to be able to get release now. She opened her eyes and reached for the shampoo. Might as well get cleaned up and get out.