Brennan stretched as her inner clock told her it was time to get up. She stared at Booth's peaceful face for a long time before finally climbing out of bed. She made a trip to the bathroom before heading toward the kitchen. She was hungry but she wanted to wait for Booth before she ordered breakfast. She couldn't believe that they were here together, just relaxing and spending time together. Booth was already her best friend, but to spend time together outside of work, where work wasn't involved was a rare occasion. And she was mostly definitely glad she decided to come.
Booth's clock wasn't far from hers because he emerged from the bedroom shortly after. "Morning," he said, brushing a kiss over her lips.
"Morning," she responded, watching his muscles ripple when he moved. She didn't realize he was that gorgeous under his suit and her saliva pooled in her mouth as she watched the muscular planes of his chest, the rippled six pack of his torso and the way his pants sat low on his hips. Did he know how good he looked? Had no one ever told him? She had never seen him much outside of his suit for work, and to see him in such a casual state of dress, turned her on.
"Hungry?" he asked, snapping her out of her daze.
"Very," she said. "Was waiting for you."
Booth sat at the bar with the room service menu. "What do we want?"
Brennan joined him and leaned close to him so they could both read together. "Hmm," she said. "Back, scrambled eggs and toast with some orange juice sounds good to me."
Booth nuzzled her hair gently. "That makes two of us," he said, putting the menu down. He made a phone call to room service while Brennan watched him again.
She had never been this interested in a man before and she was starting to see what Angela was always talking about. "What's on the agenda for today?" She asked when he caught her staring at him. Most guys never had the full package of physical and mental stimulation, but Booth, was good at everything.
Booth shrugged. "Well, I'm not sure," he said. "Can just get in the car and go somewhere. Explore."
"That sounds like fun," she said. "And we can go out for dinner." She was anxious to get out and have fun in Hawaii. They needed some fun.
Again Booth answered the door for room service and they went out to the table on the balcony. The warm sun was already beating down soothingly as they sat on the chairs.
"I have to admit Bones," he said. "This is the best birthday I've had in years."
Brennan smiled. She was glad that she got do that. After what had happened with Jared, she had to make things up to Booth. And she was glad to be here with him.
***
Booth waited anxiously for Brenna to finish getting ready. He knew tonight was going to be different for them; he could feel it in his gut. They had spent the whole day sight seeing together, having a good time. And she had said she still wanted to go out.
He was dressed in dark jeans and one of his nicer t shirts. If they were going to a club it was going to be hot and he wanted to be comfortable. He heard the bedroom door open and his heart nearly stopped. Bones was dressed in a blood red halter dress that came to mid thigh, showing off her very long legs. With high heels, and light make up, she looked smoking. Her brown hair was pulled back out of her face and she smiled at him. "Ready?"
Booth nodded and approached her. "You look awesome."
A soft blush crept up her cheeks but she followed him out the door. "Thanks."
Once at the club, they headed to the bar. Booth noticed that Brennan seemed more relaxed and at ease then she had been back home. She was giggly and happy which was nice to see. After two drinks, she had loosed up enough to ask him to dance. But Booth really had no idea what he was getting himself into. Her dress was a lot shorter then he had originally though and once on the dance floor he realize she still had too much to drink.
Her arms slid up his chest slowly, caressing his body as they came to link around his neck. His hands settled around her waist as her slender body moved against his. She rested her cheeks against his as she played with the hair on his back of his neck.
Booth's hands flexed on her hips as he caressed her back, trying to maintain some control. She was killing him. "Temperence," he sighed, pulling her closer to him. He was aching for her, and she was rubbing him in all kinds of good ways. Maybe coming out was a bad idea. He didn't know how much more he could take of being a gentleman.
"Mm hmm," she answered, rubbing against him causing his jeans to become ever more uncomfortably tight.
Neither of them said much after that until the song was over. Brennan grabbed his hand and headed back to the bar. "You okay?" she asked after they ordered their drinks.
Booth nodded and slid an arm around her waist. "I'm wonderful," he said, nibbling his neck. He was going to start taking more steps to progressing things with her. She seemed to be opened to things with him; he just didn't want all of this to be because she had too much to drink. He had genuine feelings for her, and if she didn't know that, she was either really blind or he was really bad at showing it to her. He thought she would pull away, knowing this was more then she was used to, but she tilted her head to give him better access to skin.
The bartender set their drinks on the counter and they headed to a dark booth at the back of the bar. Brennan downed her drink almost in one shot before sliding up against Booth's side. "I'm having fun," she said, blinking her eyes rapidly.
Booth smiled. "Me too," he said, pulling her toward him for a kiss. One hand cupped the back of her neck, tangling his long fingers in her soft tresses. He knew she was tipsy, but a kiss couldn't hurt. He couldn't not kiss her, she was so beautiful. When one of her legs slid over his lap, he nearly threw her on top of the table. Booth groaned as their tongues dueled for dominance and slid a hand over her smooth bare leg. The tips of fingers grazed under the edge of her dress and pulled away from her mouth. "Bones," he whispered. "You're killing me."
"Let's get out of here," she suggested her hand moving down his chest and lower on his abdomen.
He caught her hand before she drove him over the edge. Gently, he pulled her tipsy body from the booth and headed back to the truck. Leaving was a good idea before they both made fools of themselves in public.
"Are you alright to drive?" She asked, once he bucked himself in.
Booth couldn't believe that she had enough sense to ask him that. "Yeah," he said. He could hold his alcohol, the very little he had. The drive home was made in silence, but that was alright with Booth.
At the hotel, he helped her out of the truck and they headed into the elevator. Then it was all over. Brennan's lips attacked his as soon as the doors closed, catching him off guard for half a second, before he pulled her up against him. His hand cupped her bottom, holding her close to him snuggly. When the doors opened and Booth backed them out toward their room, lips still attached. Somehow, she was able to get the hotel key from his back pocket to swipe the card in the door. The two of them nearly fell through the door, but they managed to get inside and kick the door closed.
"Booth," she whispered, as his lips fastened to her neck to suckle gently.
Booth lifted her up on the kitchen counter before he kissed her again, more forcefully. His hand moved over her back, locating the zipper as her hands tugged his shirt out of his jeans. His warm hands slid inside her dress, moving over her ribs, wanting to touch her all over, having a lot of trouble controlling himself. He moved his hands to slowly untie the top of her dress, and slid the material over her arms, revealing a black lacy bra. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Bones pushed his shirt up and threw it to the floor. "Thank you," she whispered a light shade of pink creeping up her cheeks. Her hands moved over his chest, having never taken the time to explore a man. Her hormones had time to calm down and she realized she was on the kitchen counter. Gently, she pushed him back and slid to the floor.
She saw the look of confusion and disappointment on his face before she backed away from him slowly. She let her dress fall to the floor, revealing her black lace panties. Booth seemed to realize that she was stopping and slowly followed her movement. His pants and shoes contributed to the trail of clothes leading to the bedroom.
Brennan froze slightly as she climbed onto the bed and relaxed against the pillows. She was unnerved by the way he was looking at her, used to be so in control, and his desire for her was so obvious in just his boxer shorts. He slowly approached the bed, crawling up her body with measure slowness, caressing the smoothness of her slender legs. She shivered lightly under his touch. "Cold?"
She shook her head as her trembling hands came up to gently run over his body, swallowing nervously.
He leaned down to kiss her softly at first, then a little more forcefully as her hands moved lower on his back. Lightly, she raked her nails over his skin and ran her toes over his muscular calf. This was too slow for them, but they needed to take it slow, get to know each other. His lips peeled away from hers and trialed down the column of her neck. He nipped and suckled gently, leaving light red marks before moving lower still. He licked her collarbone and raised a hand to her breast. Gently feeling its weight and massaging it under his palm, she arched into his touch. He kissed the swell of her breath, and her hands tangled in his hair. "Booth," she whispered, trying to tell him what she needed.
"Shh," he said, his hands sliding around her back to unhook her bra. "You're going to feel so good." That he knew for sure. If she was as into this as he was, this was going to be a very rocking night.
When the fabric was finally removed from her body his eyes darkened with desire. His mouth finally closed over one of her breasts, a hoarse cry escaped her lips. He smiled around her nipple and gently pulled with her teeth. Her hands curled in his hair roughly pushing and pulling at the same time. He released her with a gentle kiss to her rosy bud and moved lower on her body. Placing open mouth kisses, he made his way down her navel to the waistband of her panties. He raised his eyes to hers for permission and she lifted her hips.
The scrap of lace joined the rest of the clothes on the floor and licked his way back up to her hips before helping her scoot to the end of the bed. She shifted slightly and he could tell this wasn't something they were used to, but he was going to reassure her. "Booth, you don't have to," she whispered pitifully.
He raised a dark eyebrow in question. "Do you not like it?" he asked sincerely, as he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He rested his chin lightly on abdomen watching her carefully. If she didn't him to, he really wouldn't, but by how wet she was, he was pretty sure she wanted it. Badly.
She shook her head. "It's not that," she said. "Most guys don't like it, so I don't ask."
She was with the wrong men anyway. He gave her a crooked smile and kissed her stomach tenderly. "Let me worry about that," he said, his lips moving back down to their original destination. "Just relax." He knew she trusted him so it didn't take much for her to relax against the mattress. She inhaled sharply as he placed an open mouth kiss on the inside of her thigh. His hands caresses the outside of her leg, trying to help her stay relaxed.
His nose poked at her curls as he gently moved her legs further apart and she nearly flew off the bed at the first pierce of his tongue. He found her clit easily and when he sweep his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, she cried out in pleasure. Her hands were back in his hair as he sucked the bud into his mouth. "Booth!" She screamed again as tears of pleasure slid down her cheeks. He had never had someone climax so quickly and he could feel her coming to the edge again.
Two fingers joined his tongue, stretching her walls. Her head moved back and forth against the sheets and he added a third one, before curling them upwards and she sobbed his name over and over.
Her arms fell bonelessly to the bed as he lifted his head. He licked his lips and wiped any off his face and smiled. "I take it that was good," he said, wiping a few tears from her cheeks.
She managed a smile as she looked at him. "More then good," she said, with a sleepy grin.
"Did I wear you out?" he teased.
She raised an eyebrow and before he could blind she flipped them over. "Not even close baby," she said, straddling him. "We have a long way to go."
