Fingers and Toes

Sorry for the delay in updating, I haven't had my laptop for over a week and then I got a notebook and the internet's only just been connected, and I only just got my old laptop back so I could transfer everything over, anyway, I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Reviews make my day ;)

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Slamming another shot glass down on the bench Booth smirked widely as he refilled the small glass with vodka and downed it, letting the substance burn his throat as it eased its way down his esophagus. Refilling his own shot and her's, they clinked the glass together before downing another shot as plastic shot glasses lay scattered around Booth's office. They'd started with a glass of whisky after finalizing the latest case and being the only ones in the office at such a late hour, they finished the bottle of whisky in no time and moved onto Hacker's bottle of vodka that Booth knew he kept in the cupboard below his desk, the same place Booth kept the whisky in his own desk.

To say they were drunk was an understatement. Brennan could no longer recite the bones in the human skeleton and Booth couldn't walk in a straight line to save his life. They didn't plan to get plastered, but somehow, they'd managed too. Maybe it was the way they were feeling at the end of the case; feeling as if they didn't really accomplish anything. Sure, they caught the bastard, but he killed five women; three of which were pregnant with his child. They felt numb, as if they could have stopped it somehow, even though they couldn't have known what he was doing to those women in the rundown helicopter hanger.

"We shouldn't blame ourselves," Booth stated as a heavy sigh escaped from his vocal cords. Watching as Brennan mirrored his position by sinking into the back of his office couch, her eyes a deep blue, illuminating the ivory contrast of her complexion, he continued in a slight slur, "If the first victim's body didn't show up, he would never have been caught."

"But we do feel responsible, otherwise you wouldn't have risked your life, and we wouldn't be drowning our sorrows in alcohol," Her ever so common squint talk was still present with a slender slur as she spoke, however it was still remarkable clear and well squinty.

"My back will be fine in the morning," Any other time his matter of fact voice may have worked, however with the grimace as he spoke, Brennan knew he wasn't fine.

"A disk in your lower back has probably slipped after you fell this afternoon. I can fix your back," A twinkle emerged in Brennan's eye as she spoke, as a low rumble escaped Booth's lip and a slight nod of his head told her she had the go ahead.

"Okay" His agreement delighted Brennan as she motion for him to swivel around and face the door, the lights in the surrounding offices off, as he stared into darkness.

Lifting his shirt up and over his shoulders, Brennan slowly, but firmly, pressed her fingers into his lower back and held back a giggle as heard Booth stifle a moan, "Just relax Booth."

As her words comforted his ears, Booth eased and felt the tension rising from his shoulders as another exasperated sigh came, his mind running through a list of Saints in case his body became that little too much relaxed.

As the minutes passed and Brennan's fingers extracted Booth's lower back, working a little higher and then a little bit lower than the specific area, Brennan could feel the relaxation in Booth and hearing another groan in as many moments, she knew that he knew, that she could feel the straining erection that had formed in the front of Booth's jeans.

"Bones," When Booth finally spoke, his voice was weaker than he intended, a little raspier and that little pint of husk, which allured Brennan to glide her hands his thighs while her chin propped up against the back of his shoulder.

"Its okay Booth," Brennan whispered as her palms moved up and over his erection.

Swallowing the lump from the back of his throat, Booth gave a cough before speaking, "You might want to stop, so I can... You know... Get things back in shape."

"I can help with that," Brennan breathed against his neck. Booth shivered ever so slightly against the words being whispered as her fingertips ghosted over his belt buckle, releasing it from the loop holes, unclipping the button and sliding the fly down. Booth sighed with relief as he was let from his jeans, but with that soft touch of Brennan's fingers gliding in front of his boxers, Booth's breath hitched slightly as her fingers draped the sides of his boxers and with a quick tug, his now fully erect cock, stood tall and happy it was out of the tight squeeze of Booth's attire.

"Bones," Booth repeated the single word nickname as his eyes pursed shut with another shudder as another delicate finger ran the length of his member while her other fingers gently massaged his balls, the warmth of her palm and the soft purrs escaping her lips caused his erection just to stand that little bit taller.

"Booth, trust me." Running her fingers along his shaft once again, she felt Booth's hips angle up as his head shifted around and quickly claimed her lips with his own, the kiss full of passion and power as each struggled to gain control and the light pumps of Brennan's wrist becoming heavier and quicker.

Before they had both realised Booth had flipped them over so Brennan was lying flat on the couch, his hands making quick work of her blouse as the buttons pooled to the floor and a sultry grin formed on his lips at the sight of the black lace garment which held her moulds in just the right way. As his eyes grazed over her breasts, he fumbled with her dress pants as their lips never parted, his erection grinding into her hip.

Fully naked and lying on top of each other, Booth pulled away from her lips, pulling a strand of hair away from her face and looked deeply into the sapphire orbs which were pooling with desire; "We can stop now if you want?"

"We've come to far and with our arousals heightening," She couldn't finish her sentence as Booth reclaimed her lips with his before pulling away again, "We shouldn't carry on with any more foreplay, we're both ready."

Giving a brief chuckle, Booth didn't need to be told twice and with one sweeping action he sunk deep into her, a moan of pleasure coming from both their lips as they quickly found a rhythm which accommodated both their needs. Withdrawing his member, a crumpled frown came across Brennan's face before he sank right back into her swollen walls as she clenched around him as a quicker pace began to form.

Nailing his shoulder blade Brennan drew a gasp as Booth hit her g-spot over and over again, the pure delight of his length filling her up perfectly, like no other man could. With her impending orgasm, Brennan knew she couldn't wait for Booth to climax, so she had to make a decision, if she wanted them to ride the wave together and a single word answer came.

"Faster."

With his almost famous charm smile spreading across his cheeks Booth pumped hard and fast into her, his own peak just around the corner, one more pump and he'd be there. Just that little further to go; so drawing out, he slammed his body against her and left a trail of kisses along her tops of her breasts.

"BOOOTH," she screamed his name as she came, the ride of ecstasy overpowering her mind as her body rebounded in violent spasms and her whole body shook with pure delight.

Upon hearing her crying out his name, his own tipped over the edge and he wasn't sure if he cried out her name or something much more revealing; however as his seed spilled over inside of her, he met her lips and rode out the wave with a much slower rhythm as their bodies became even more entangle within each other.

As their breathing rates became more acceptable and slowed to a normal pace, Booth dropped his weight against her, his still half erect penis still firmly inside of her as he peppered her neck and breasts with tender kisses, while she thread her fingers through his hair.

"That was," Deep breath, "Some," Another deep breath, "Amazing sex."

"I concur," Brennan smiled into Booth's mouth as he latched onto her plump pink lips. "I told you I would take care of your erection."

~*~

The four hour drive from Philadelphia to Washington DC was long in the mind of Booth. Chuckling ever so slightly as he passed the diner, he glanced in the rearview mirror and to see his little girl, asleep in her car seat; head tilted to favour her right side, with the same frown which Brennan used to pull, while she was to was asleep. Deciding against stopping, Booth headed straight for the address which he'd punched into the TomTom as soon as they'd reached the DC area. With road works and road changes happening all day every day, like a never ending story, he knew that the roads would have changed in the fourteen months he'd been gone.

Within fifteen minutes, Booth was standing in front of the address that Angela had given him and with a faint smile, as he knew the address all too well; he racked his hand against wooden frame. Taking a step back, he juggled a still sleeping Amelia on his hip, while repositioning her small Dora the Explorer day bag on his opposite shoulder.

"Booth thank god you're here," Angela expressed as she flung the door open, a sigh escaping her plump lips as she spoke. Booth didn't fail to notice the large bump she was carrying around and the smile on his face became a little brighter.

"Congrats Ange," Leaning slightly forward he pecked her cheek and stepped into his old apartment. It looked vaguely the same, maybe a little upgraded and a new colour scheme, but everything else seemed the similar - it was still his old apartment. And remarkably the old scent of musk and sandalwood still lingered throughout.

"She's grown so much," Angela cooed as Booth gently placed Amelia on the couch, sweeping a strand of hair from her eyes and laying a blanket Angela had provided over her slender structure.

Booth exhaled deeply as he turned towards Angela, watching as she waddled back from the kitchen, with a mug of coffee in hand and a glass bottle filled with iced tea. Taking the mug from her hands, they both sat down at the small oak table, which had been moved into the living room, a new set of furniture replacing his old three seater couch.

"How is she?" Booth was the first to speak and even before Angela was able to say anything, he knew the answer. The look in Angela's eyes told him exactly what he didn't want to hear.

"Not good," Her voice was a whisper when she spoke, but she wasn't finished, "Since you left, she hasn't been the same. She's gone through four maybe five FBI guys, numerous one-night stands and when she's not at work, she's either here shut away from everyone, or drowning her sorrows. She hasn't stepped foot in the Hoover, nor the diner."

One phrase in particular hit a nerve with Booth and his face became a new shade of white, "One-night stands," Swallowing the large lump which had formed in his throat, Booth watched as Ange solemnly nodded.

"That's why she's in hospital at the moment." The tears which were welling in Angela's eyes where about to flood her cheeks, in the past seven and a half months, she'd had no control over her emotions and hormones. "She had an ectopic pregnancy." Pausing, Angela pursed her eyes shut, willing for the tears not to fall before continuing, "For the first time in what seems forever she seemed happy, even if she was going to go about the pregnancy alone, she was getting a baby and when she went to her first appointment, where they told her it was an ectopic pregnancy she lost it. She shut everyone out, including me and I don't know what to do anymore. I'm due to have a baby in six weeks, I can't keep trying."

"So you called me," Booth's eyebrow raised slightly as he questioned Angela's motives, but he knew this was a serious issue, this wasn't like the Bones he left 14months prior.

"I didn't know what else to do." Exhaling Angela took a sip from her iced tea, before chuckling slightly, "Like your old apartment?"

"When did she move in?" Life seemed to briefly return in Booth's eyes as he swiveled in his seat to overlook his shoulder into his old apartment.

"Just after you left, her way of coping, although she would state otherwise," Grinning from ear to ear, they chuckled together and shook their heads. Of course there would be another reason, always another reason - an anthropological reason.

"Can you look after Mia, while I go see her?" Referring to his still sleeping daughter, Booth edged his thumb over his shoulder towards the coach.

Angela nodded and before she could say Booth had lifted himself from the bar seat, kissed her cheek, kissed Mia goodbye and headed out the door. Watching as the door clicked shut; Ange steadied herself from the table and waddled over towards the little girl who was still peacefully sleeping, unaware of her surrounds and environment.

"Aunty Angela is definitely getting a snap of this," Angela muttered, "Now where did I put my camera?" Scrabbling around the apartment trying to locate the camera, Angela couldn't help but wash the lightning smile from her face; she couldn't let this moment slip by as Amelia lay sprawled out on the couch, her hair sprawling in her face as she suckled on her thumb. Definitely a photo for the photo album.