Here's stage three of Bones' plan. It's Thursday for them, and the culmination of her plan is set for Saturday, so there is stage four and stage five to go before the real fun begins in the bedroom! Hope you all enjoy this stage. I intended this one for some real discomfort on Booth's part and Bones, naturally, acting oblivious. Let me know how it works.
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Bones was in her apartment making a list of what she was going to need to go shopping for on Saturday. It wasn't an ordinary shopping list, though. Booth was on his way over and it was not time for stage three of her plan. Stages one and two had been perfect and the evening before Booth had left her apartment with a rather impressive erection that he tried unsuccessfully to hide all evening while they watched the movie. She hadn't seen too much to enjoy in the film, as it wasn't what she would consider entertainment, anyway, but she had to admit that the sexual innuendo and jokes were well done, and the bachelor party had been very humorous. She had checked out Booth's body language during the extended version of that scene and was amused at how much more tented his pants got when the strippers/hookers role played for the young guys who threw the bachelor party. Maybe he wasn't as turned off by the idea of role playing as he had made out to be. That was definitely something worth exploring at some point. As she was thinking about this there was a knock on the door.
"Use your key!" she yelled out. She didn't want to get up to open the door for him when he had a key. She'd already made their dinner, Mac 'n' Cheese, and some side dishes. He was bringing some dessert. When she heard the door open she turned her head and watched as he came in. Her breath caught as she drank in the sight of him. He looked incredible in anything, but tonight he was any woman's walking fantasy. Tight black jeans, black form fitting t-shirt which showed off his well defined shoulders and pectoral muscles, and a black bomber jacket held by his thumb slung over his right shoulder. The black boots completed the mouth watering sight. And his arms! They were perfect and all she wanted was to feel them holding her. But she had a strategy and she wanted to see it through to completion. She had to be strong. It was times like this that she really hated her stubborn nature. She wished that he would turn around for some reason and show off his perfect ass, which in those jeans would be a heavenly sight, if she were to believe in such a thing as heaven.
"Hey, Bones!" Booth said with a smile and then halted as he saw what she was wearing. God must really want him to suffer for some reason. First was yesterday with those two mortifying conversations about sex toys and other sex implements. Then was suffering through the movie form hell that was pure sex, or sex by innuendo. Now he comes in here and she's wearing a rather flimsy tank top, short short stretch shorts, and cute little ankle socks. Looking closer his breath left him. She was wearing no bra! Oh my God! He could see her nipples poking out. A stirring in his pants told him that once again he was about to embarrass himself and get a hard on in front of Bones. He tried thinking of the most horrible things he could to tone it down. That helped a little, but not much. He prayed silently for some strength to get through the evening without getting his ass kicked for getting out of line with Bones.
"So what did you bring for dessert?" Bones asked curiously. She mentally smiled as she noticed the beginnings of an erection forming in his pants.
"Apple pie for me, and sliced fruit with whip cream for you," he told her as he held out the bag that had the desserts in them. "And I bought and sliced the fruit fresh before coming over," he told her with mile. Might as well get as many brownie points as he could in case he did flub it and piss her off.
"Perfect," Bones said as she stood up and took the bag from him. "Let me heat up the oven and we can let the main dish warm for about twenty minutes on a low temperature."
"What's all this, Bones?" he asked curiously as he looked at the table where she had some stuff laid out.
"Lubricants and massage oils," she said with a straight face. "I've been checking my supply of the ones I use so that when I go to the sex shop on Saturday I can get some more to restock on what I'm running low on."
Booth stifled a groan. This was, after all, her apartment. He could hardly make a big deal of this stuff when he'd been saying all along that it was the place and circumstances of her bringing up such subjects that was all wrong, not the subjects themselves. He resigned himself to being incredibly uncomfortable all evening.
"Could you do me a favor, Booth?" she asked.
"Sure," he said with a smile. 'Please say get that crap off the table,' he mentally prayed. No such luck, though.
"Go into my bedroom and get the two boxes on my bed and bring them in here," she requested as she put the main dish in the oven when it buzzed at the right temperature.
"Sure," he complied. He went back into the bedroom, which he'd only been in a couple of times when she'd been sick and he took care of her, and saw the boxes in question, both with lids on them. They were medium sized and not very heavy. He wondered what was in them as he carried them out to the front room. He found her at the couch with a pad of paper, the small box of the numerous lubricant and oil bottles on the floor by her feet. Hew set the boxes down in front of her and noticed that the pad of paper had quite a list of products on it.
"Jesus, Bones," he said in surprise. "You use all that stuff?" He cringed when he asked it, knowing she would answer like she always did. Literally and long winded.
"Of course," she told him. She picked up the list. "Several of these lubes are specifically for sex toys, and differentiate between vaginal and anal use of the toys in question. I've tried a number of varieties over the years and have specific preferences among the many products out there. Then I have several lubricants for actual sex with a man. I have different types so that depending on their preference for lubricant, there is always something being used that I am comfortable with. Then, of course, there are some of the flavored lubricants, and also the massage oils. I try to have a good variety of flavors so my partner will have some choices. Finally, I am running low on chocolate body paint. I haven't met a guy yet who doesn't enjoy body paints and licking off the artwork afterwards. It's very sensual and arousing."
Booth almost dropped and begged her to let him use the body paint on her right then and there. As it was, he was already planning on making the time to spend a long session in confession the next morning dealing with all the images in his head. But he had to be strong. Bones had never given him a hint that she wanted him, after all. Even his half hearted attempt to flirt with her on the plane to China when he revealed on the spur of the moment that he wanted to do a little librarian/naughty patron role playing had fallen flat. He was dead certain that he did not want to know what was in the boxes, but his curiosity was too much to overcome.
"What's in the boxes?" he asked.
"My collection of sex toys," she informed him as she kept writing a few items on her list. She had to bite her lip to keep from looking up and seeing the expression on his face right at that instant. Her goal was to get him so worked up that by Saturday he would not want to even consider that damn line anymore. She would use anything from slight flirting, to suggestive teasing, all the way to outright blatant seduction. All that, though, was only a prelude to the real test on Saturday. That was the day that she would really shock him and claim her prize.
"Why the hell do you have them out here?" he heard himself ask. He couldn't help it. His mouth was two steps ahead of his brain, and now he was stuck listening to an explanation that was going to drive him insane, or make him thank God he wasn't a woman and keeping track of all this stuff and the intricacies of it all. 'How fucking hard is it for a woman to make herself come?' he wondered in his mind.
"I'm going through them and deciding which ones I want to replace, which vibrators need new batteries, and see if there are any other kinds of toys I may want to add to my collection," she explained. She opened the lid of the first box and pulled out a long, silver vibrator. She twisted the bottom of it and a dull, vibrating, buzzing sound came on. "Take this one for example. I recently tried changing the batteries and it still wasn't as working as well as I like, so I think the motor in it is getting old. I will be buying a new one on Saturday." She turned it off and set it down, only to dig into the box some more. "Oh, could you put a large box of condoms on the list for me?" she asked. "I only have a few left in my nightstand." She didn't tell him that it had been nearly three months since she'd had any use for condoms, and that the remaining few left were from a small box she'd bought almost six months previously. Let him wonder if she was getting ready to have a rendezvous with some guy soon. When he discovered the truth, and had let go of the line once and for all, he would be damn glad that she'd restocked her supply of condoms.
"Okay," Booth managed to squeak as he watched her pulling out some of the dildos that she had mentioned having. He could see that they ranged in size from an average size guy, to a pretty impressive one. Frankly all he wanted to do was slink out the door and bury his head in the proverbial sand.
"Like I mentioned yesterday, I have a variety of sizes for the dildos that I use," she continued. She was really enjoying this, and knew that Booth must look horrified, but also had to be very aroused. She picked one up and showed it to him. It was about six inches, and had moderate girth. "This is one I prefer to use for anal penetration when I masturbate," she informed him. "For vaginal penetration I use these larger ones," she said pointing the four longer and thicker ones.
For the next half an hour, she went through every one of her "toys" explaining how they worked and what she preferred when using them. She also got the Mac 'n' Cheese out of the oven and set it out along with their side dishes. As she continued to explain about sex toys to an incredulous, horrified, but extremely aroused, Seeley Booth, they ate their dinner. All during the explanations Booth was sure that he was going to be labeled a complete pervert by his priest at his next confession because all he could think of was watching Bones doing all that stuff in front of him and seeing what gave her pleasure and what she looked like in the throes of orgasm. Or better yet, him replacing those damn toys and doing the job himself. Now that kind of work he wouldn't mind losing sleep over any night. He shook his head to try and get his thoughts from there. Then he heard her say something and immediately said "WHAT?!" in a loud, shocked voice.
"I said that they can custom make dildos by making molds of erect men," she repeated. "I was curious as to whether you would consider that."
Now Booth really wanted to crawl into any available hole in the floor and die of mortification. She was actually asking him if he would make a mold of his dick for a dildo!
"It would actually be interesting to see the results," she went on. "From the looks of your size, and from what I saw last year when I confronted you in your bathroom, it would likely be a very good one."
"Bones!" he shouted a bit rapidly. "I think we've had enough talk about sex toys for one night. Why don't we move on and talk about something else?" he was really pleading now.
Bones hid a smile. "Alright," she said, all the while hiding her grin. This change in topic would surely drive him insane. "I just finished my period today," she told him and enjoyed the sight as he sprayed the drink of beer he'd just had all across the room.
A/N: Stage three complete. Bones is having fun, and I'm amazed that Booth is taking it! LOL. Each stage is getting more and more personal as the tension Bones is creating builds, and Stage four should be ready for tomorrow. Let me know how this one went. Gregg.
A/N2: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. It's definitely spurred me on as I write this story and as I write other stories for other shows. Gregg.