I have been seriously delayed with this chapter, and I apologize to all the people who have been following this story from the beginning. Several work related, and personal issues demanded some attention before I could do some solid work on this one, but I hope the wait for the sex scene of this story was worth it. Let me know what you think. Thanks to all who have been reviewing. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Both Bones and Booth were somewhat fidgety on the ride home from the Sex Shop. Bones had enjoyed the rest of their time there, picking up several new toys that she had not had before, including several replacements, such as the silver vibrator she had told him about the other evening. Now though, she was on her way back to her apartment to have sex with Booth. It was what she had been wanting all week, and had teased and prodded him to without mercy, but now that it was about to happen, she was nervous.
What was there to be nervous about? It was only sex, and she'd had many lovers in her life and never been nervous about those rendezvous'. So what was different? It was BOOTH. The man who had haunted her dreams since the day she met him. The man who had somehow taught her that what they were about to do had some intrinsic value beyond simply meeting her biological urges, and that monogamy, despite her anthropological views to the contrary, would not be somehow wrong if it was practiced with him. Therefor it wasn't just sex. It was a hell of a lot more. It was a full commitment. Was she upset over that 'growth' as Sweets would put it in that condescendingly, non-scientific, psychological way he had? No, because once again it was BOOTH who had accomplished this. Just the mere mention of her partner's name had her instantly aroused, her nipples hard, the moisture gathering steadily between her legs, and the gentle throbbing of her clit reminding her that she had not been with a man for almost three months. It was going to be a long drive to her apartment as she shifted in her seat slightly. The real shock to her, though, was that she was on the verge of admitting something that she knew was true, but had never expected to say out loud.
Booth, for his part, was trying to process the idea that Bones had been spending the entire week seducing him, for lack of a better term. He'd wanted her for so long, and to think that his own line that he'd been so stupidly adamant about had been the reason for her not making a move before this time, was almost enough to make him sick. He was also pretty embarrassed about the whole sex shop trip. She'd spent the rest of their time there looking at practically every damn sex toy possible. She'd also infused the visual with detailed descriptions as to how they were used, and what really turned him on, as well as grossed him out a bit, was her very graphic description of how they made her feel physically as she would use them on herself, and her body's specific reactions. Confession was definitely first on his list when he showed up for Mass in the morning. He could just hear the reaction of Father Mitch to this whole cavalcade of impure thoughts, and the sinful delights that he would be enjoying this day.
The ride up the elevator was interminable for both. Bones had decided she would tell him, and Booth was offering up silent prayers that he wouldn't disappoint her. As a result, both of them were shocked when immediately after the door to her apartment was closed behind them, they slammed together, lips locked, bodies pressed together, and practically trying to inhale each other, literally. The three good sized bags from the sex shop were forgotten for the moment.
Bones pulled back, looking at Booth. He had a glazed look that she recognized very well from her many sexual encounters over the years. It was a look of lust, but hidden in there, and it was something that she saw after a moment, was a different texture. She wasn't sure, but she thought it was love. The prodding of his erection into her abdomen was a welcome sensation, and her arousal began to spiral again, diverting her attention from his eyes.
"Cold showers?" she asked, a teasing gleam in her eyes, which were slightly dimmed by her own glazed look.
"All week long," Booth growled. "Do you know how miserable those things are?"
Bones chuckled as she ground her hips against him. "I have my toys to keep me company," she reminded him.
Booth closed his eyes as he recalled not only that day at the sex shop, but the whole week of nothing but long winded discussions about sex and sex toys. "Bedroom, NOW," he said as he picked her up, his hands on her ass and her legs wrapped around his hips, her center grinding into him even more.
"Are we going to break the laws of physics, Booth?" she whispered into his ear as he carried her through her apartment. She normally did not relinquish any control during sexual encounters, but this time she didn't mind, though she fully intended to make this an encounter that she had some control over, too.
"Definitely, Bones," he said as he tried to stay on his feet as she pressed herself against him harder. The heat from her center was driving him to distraction. He went through the door to her bedroom and settled her on the bed, not letting her stand up. He slowly pulled off her clothes, item by item, and then stood straight beside the bed. "You're incredible," he said in a sharp exhale, his eyes taking a thorough inventory of all that was before him.
"Strip, Booth," she ordered with a wicked smile. She let her right hand slide between her legs, which she had parted, revealing her damp folds to his eyes. Dipping a finger inside of her, she pulled it out, showing him her arousal. "I'm ready for you, Booth, and you're standing there in your clothes," she told him as she slipped her hand back and started playing with herself, teasing the arousal to further heights, but also, hopefully, heightening Booth's arousal. She wasn't disappointed as she watched him practically rip his clothes off. When he was naked, his erection at full mast in front of her, she looked him up and down appreciatively. "Are you sure you don't want to make a mold for a dildo, Booth?" she teased as she focused her attention on his large erection, licking her lips in a very obvious way.
"No," he said firmly. However, he had to give her points for trying. That particular subject was one he'd rather forget, though.
"But I'd be a willing purchaser," she continued her mental assault.
Booth, in an astonishing display of bravado, at least in Bones' opinion considering what she'd always known of his views on sex, reached down, grasping his cock and hefting it in front of her. "But why would you want that when you have the real thing right here?" he shot right back, deciding that if she could tease him, he could return the favor. He saw her eyes narrow in concentration, focusing quite obviously on his dick. "See something you like, Bones?" he asked. "Something that you've been wanting for some time?" he added.
Bones rose up on her knees, her face level with his. "Get on the bed, Booth," she growled in a very sexy tone. "NOW," she ordered with deadly intent.
Booth cocked his head. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, Bones, but didn't you promise something about a show where you demonstrated all your toys? And also that sexy lingerie?" he teased. Maybe this whole teasing stuff wasn't so bad after all. He had been miserable all week, but now that the shoe was on the other foot, it was pretty fun. By the looks of it, though, Bones wasn't having too much fun. Oh well, payback was a bitch, after all.
Bones was not going to have any of that, though. She whipped out her hand and grasped his arm, pulling in a way that only someone very familiar with the human body could, and caused him to practically fly off his feet, landing on the bed, on his back, staring up at her in shock. Leaning down, she gave him a searing kiss. "I told you to get on the bed, Booth," she told him when she let his lips go. "You should be aware that when it comes to sex, I'm very impatient."
Booth chuckled. The wicked gleam in her eyes were very revealing. He knew that he was likely more conservative than her in bed, given her apparently more extensive sexual history, and her well known willingness to try almost anything once, but he had a feeling that she would be surprised at how much he did enjoy and wanted to do. "Haven't you heard of the old saying 'good things come to those who wait'?" he asked with a very teasing lilt in his voice.
She leaned down again to speak in his ear. "Then I better cum a lot, Seeley Booth," she informed him. "After all, because of that damn line, I've been waiting too damn long for you as it is. Those laws of physics better be broken beyond recognition."
"How long," Booth asked suddenly. He wanted this whole thing to continue, but he needed to know how long she'd wanted him. By implication, she was saying that all the long wait was his own fucking fault. Granted, he was prolonging this whole scenario, and it was torture, but he needed to know.
"What do you mean?" she asked as she reached down and ran her hand along his length, admiring his erection, imagining how exquisitely it would stretch and fill her.
"How long have you wanted me?" he asked her, not knowing if she would be willing to answer him. He was rapidly encroaching on her fears.
She looked at him as she grasped him firmly, allowing her hand to begin stroking his length slowly. "Ever since we were in that town to see if a bear had ate the camper," she said, keeping it as non-specific as possible to show him that she didn't have to have everything precise. She'd been learning from him that not everything outside of work had to have complete precision.
Booth groaned. That was three years ago! Long before that stupid line was ever thought of him by him, and long before a lot of other issues had cropped up between them.
Bones was well aware of what he was thinking, and she knew that he would feel guilty. Many of the issues that had developed and prolonged the wait between them she had caused. Her numerous casual lovers being a good example, and her attempt at a relationship, however casual, with Sully immediately after Booth had drawn the line, had been very damaging. She leaned down and kissed him again. Not passionately, or in a seriously intimate way, but softly, and reassuringly. "It's okay," she told him. She herself knew that she'd grown as a person in the time she'd known Booth, and while the actions of both of them in the intervening years had been damaging, the time was not a bad thing. In fact it may have made the possibility of a long term commitment not only a doable thing, but in fact was a definite reality. "I'm not angry. I made a lot of mistakes, too." She looked down at his erection, and her hand stroking him. She turned back to him with a grin. "Now how about we get this show on the highway?" she asked.
"It's get this show on the road, Bones," he corrected her, all the while loving her hand on him. "And I agree," he said making a move to sit up and change the focus.
Bones forced him back down. "No," she said bluntly. "Lay back and enjoy this," she said in a sexy voice. She moved her head to his chest, inhaling his scent and using her lips and tongue to trace his impressive pectorals, finally latching onto his nipples, nipping and sucking on them. When she felt that he had been sufficiently aroused by that, she made her way down his abdomen, spending time learning his form and symmetry. When at last she reached his cock, she snaked out her tongue and swirled it around the head, tasting the small drop of pre-cum that had formed, enjoying the salty taste of him. She then took him in her mouth, creating a suction as she bobbed her head back and forth, using her tongue to add to his pleasure.
Bones had always enjoyed oral sex, but usually had performed fellatio after receiving her own pleasure from her sexual partner's tongue and mouth. That had always let her maintain a certain level of control of the sex she was engaging in from the beginning. With Booth, she had wanted to give him pleasure from the start, not caring so much about her own, despite her enjoyment of going down on him. In some way it was an apology for having tormented him all week, though it had been a fun week seeing him react to her various stages. As she gave him head, she inhaled the musky, male scent from his groin and reveled in it. It was more of an aphrodisiac than anything that she could remember.
Booth was about to loose control as he tried to hold on for a bit longer. He'd always known that Bones would be incredible, but this went way beyond his own fantasies. Bones had told him to enjoy this, so she was in the driver's seat. He had the feeling that he knew what she was doing, at least in terms of the more emotional side of it all. For her, actions do indeed speak louder than words.
Bones continued to work him with her mouth and hand, but then she added her free hand to the mix by pressing her thumb against his perineum to add a little outside pressure to his prostate. The reaction was immediate and before she knew it, he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed rapidly, taking all he had, enjoying the taste and texture of what he offered, all the while continuing to use her hands to caress his thighs and hips as he came down from his orgasm.
"Enjoy that?" she asked as she lifted her head once she let him slip from her mouth. The look on his face told her that she had given him a surprise that was deeply appreciated and enjoyed.
"Enjoyed?" he moaned as he tried to get his body to settle down, little tremors still running through him. "That's the understatement of the millennium!"
"I told you a long time ago that I was good in bed, and this is only the beginning," she told him as she raised herself to lay down next to him, her hands going to his chest and lightly touching him, pausing for a moment on the scar from when he had taken a bullet for her the previous year. "We've got all weekend to play."
Booth offered up a silent prayer for strength, as he knew that Bones would be wiping the floor with him by the end of the weekend. Forget Mass the next morning, he was staying with her instead. He'd be suffering numerous Hail Mary's and Our Father's for that and the unbelievable thoughts he was generating, and acts yet to be performed, but DAMN! He was only human! How could one guy resist all this? He knew that he couldn't, to be honest, and offered another silent prayer asking forgiveness for this whole weekend. A little advance notice to the Big Guy upstairs couldn't hurt, he figured.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously as she felt him relax under her fingers. The warmth radiating from his body was drawing her in and she pressed herself against him tightly, hoping that perhaps it would send some signals as to how much she was enjoying just the little bit they'd done so far.
"How lucky I am," he told her, not wanting to get into his talks with God. It wasn't that he wanted to hide anything from her, it's just that she had this really bad habit of turning honest confessions of faith and belief into debates which sometimes turned into petty arguments.
Bones nodded, sure she wasn't getting anywhere near the whole picture, but not caring, as her arousal was extremely high, her labia slick with her juices. "You feel like returning the favor?" she asked rhetorically. A lot of guys she'd been with had not been particularly fond of performing oral sex on a woman, though they'd done so with her, but she had a feeling that Booth was one of those incredible men who really enjoyed giving a woman head and was good at it. His eyes lighting up when she discussed various flavored massage oils and lubricants, despite his squeamish outward reactions, spoke volumes about his 'oral' interests.
"I thought you'd never ask," he said with a wicked gleam of his own.
Bones' eyes widened and then narrowed as she caught on to how he was turning the tables on her and getting the upper hand in a back and forth way. But she couldn't deny that she was thoroughly enjoying this. Laying back, she spread her legs invitingly, wiggling her eyebrows at him suggestively. "Well come on, then," she demanded firmly. "Or are you just naturally lazy?" she challenged.
"Lazy???" Booth said with a determined look. "I'll show you lazy!"
Bones spent the next half an hour enjoying the delightful way in which Booth proved just how unlazy he really was. As she thought, he not only performed oral sex on her, but he demonstrated that he loved doing so. How lucky could a girl get?! Not only that, but he made sure that she got the full measure of his attention as his lips, tongue, and fingers explored every possible erogenous zone she possessed in and around her nether regions, bringing her to three explosive orgasms, the last one as she screamed his full name while almost ripping his hair out as she pulled his face tightly against her. When she came down from that shattering explosion, she went limp. Now that hadn't happened before simply from a man going down on her! Not even the best lovers in her past could lay claim to causing that.
"Still think I'm lazy?" he smiled down at her with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
Bones laughed while she turned slightly on her side, pulling him down on the bed so he was laying flat. "After a performance like that?" she asked rhetorically. "You better be ready to repeat that often!"
"All you have to do is ask, Bones," he teased, knowing somehow that the more he pressed the control button, the more she would be determined to respond and keep this going at a heightened level. He had a feeling that all the previous men in her life had been subdued because of how brazen she could be, but he wouldn't make that mistake. Especially not after the week of monumental torture he had been forced to endure. He was surprised when Bones suddenly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, his cock pressed against the slick cleft of her pussy.
"It's my turn again," she growled as she lifted up, using one hand to line him up before slowly sliding down on him, taking him in one thrust. She gasped at the full, stretched feeling she had when he was fully inside her. She leaned down and kissed him. "You feel so good inside of me," she told him as she started to move, sliding up and down his length.
Booth allowed her to set a slow pace to begin with, simply letting himself enjoy looking at her face and upper body as she moved above him. The slight bounce of her breasts was enticing and he reached up to grasp them, massaging them and pinching her nipples just enough to make her groan in pleasure. It had the desired effect as she sped up her movements, adding to the slick friction along his shaft, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. Then she clenched her inner muscles tightly and he almost lost it right there. "Jesus, Bones!" he cried out, loving the feel of her surrounding him, squeezing him.
"Like that, huh?" she exhaled sharply. Her own arousal was again rising and another orgasm was not far off. Part of it was the passion that both had let build over the last few years, but she was also very aware of how incredibly good that both of them were together. Her body was responding to that deliciously. She actually squealed in shock, and delight, as he flipped them over and began to rapidly thrust in and out of her, obviously tired of the slow pace and very close to cumming. She wasn't worried as he had put a condom on just before she had pulled him down onto the bed next to her after he had given her those three wonderful orgasms. "Fuck me, Booth," she encouraged him, smiling up at his face which was tense with concentration and arousal.
That did it. Those three simple, yet wonderfully naughty words pushed him over the edge. He shouted her name loudly and came hard before slumping over her and then rolling to the side, pulling her with him. He had actually just made love with Bones! It had never been like this with any other woman.
For her part, while it had been quick, it had been incredible, too. It was like some form of sensory overload and she was still feeling the small tremors running through her not only from her own small orgasm as he came, but also from the memory of how he felt, both inside of her and the tenseness of his body, as he came, too.
"Booth?" she said after catching her breath.
"Yeah?" he said, still panting a bit.
"You ready for a toy show now?" she asked with a decidedly naughty tone to her voice.
"You're going to be the death of me, Bones," he laughed out loud.
She pulled herself up and kissed him thoroughly. "And the best part is that the weekend in bed is only just beginning!" she told him as she jumped off the bed to go get the bags of toys and lingerie from the sex shop.
Booth made a silent commitment to be in confession bright and early Monday morning as he knew that he would be spending a lot of time racking up sins needing confessing to by then. He wondered how he ever got so lucky. He was also able to put the week of misery in perspective as he remembered the old adage "No Pain, No Gain."
A/N: I was going to have this be the final chapter, but decided to do one more which is mostly written taking place on the Monday after the weekend frolic. I hope you all enjoyed this smutty culmination of the weak of sexual tension for Booth, and I hope the wait was worth it, especially as I don't ordinarily write scenes like this. Thanks again for all the great reviews. Gregg.