Okay, well a large number of people have pointed out that Zach can't drive, a point that I was unaware of. So I'm just saying that I'm taking a little creative licence. Plus its not like Hodgins and Zach are going to have a car chase showdown…or are they??! Well you'll just have to keep reading to find out! Still your reviews are amazing :D So read, enjoy, review and have an awesome weekend! – kate
The next time Brennan surfaced from sleep, she was feeling much better. The urge to purge her stomach of its contents had disappeared, and her headache had diminished somewhat. And as an added bonus, Brennan was still wrapped in Booth's arms. A happy sigh emerged from between her lips. Where did that come from?
Even though she had been feeling distinctly unwell before, it hadn't escaped Brennan's notice that Booth hadn't claimed points for any of his actions. Not even for the kiss. Brennan had to admit to that it had been a little disappointing for a first kiss. Considering the length of the game's duration and the amount of sexual tension that had been crackling between them, Brennan had thought that their first kiss would have been erotic, tension-filled, and perhaps a lead in to something a little more calorie burning. Her conscience, which had been strangely silent for the past few days, jumped in. You were looking forward to it. She shot it an evil look but couldn't help a lingering feeling that its sentiments were true. I must be feeling better, Brennan decided.
So much better in fact, that she rolled over in his arms and was met by an intense stare coming from Booth's chocolaty eyes. She jumped slightly in surprise which brought their bodies closer together. Damn, plan foiled, Brennan thought. I was going to play the same little trick he did before. Not willing to let him weasel out of the compromising position he had put himself in this morning, Brennan decided to wake Booth up a little. Two could play at this game. She still hadn't retaliated to his little ambush last night.
She deliberately placed her palm on his chest and leaned further into him, bringing her mouth to a position beside his ear. As she made a whispered comment, Brennan couldn't help the wicked little smile that graced her face with its presence.
"You know Seeley, I really expected our first kiss to be better than that." As she pulled back Brennan noticed the stubble that lined Booth's normally smooth jaw. This was bad, she realised, this was very bad. The stubble could undermine the whole situation. Stubble was hot.
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When Brennan rolled over in his arms, Booth hadn't known what to expect. But it certainly wasn't that, he thought wryly as he gulped. His first reaction had been to pull the bedclothes up over his head and cower from the bollocking she was sure to dish out. But then she had put her hand on his chest and her hot breath had caressed his ear. As comprehension returned to his grey matter, Booth processed what Brennan had said. Shit. She had called him Seeley. That meant she was toying with him and Brennan knew better than anyone else how to get a rise out of him. Uhoh, maybe rise wasn't the best word to use there. Then his expression brightened. At least there was something in his favour. Brennan didn't know that he thought she was hot as hell.
With that he dragged her back towards him, holding her tightly so her body was forced to mould itself to his. Using his long fingers, Booth turned her head so Brennan was forced to look him in the eyes.
"Why, Temperance, I didn't realise you were so disappointed. We can try again if you desire, so that we can reach your high standards."
Brennan shifted slightly. This definitely wasn't in the game plan. Crap, what am I supposed to do now? Her indecision was betrayed on her face, so Booth decided to spice things up a little to turn things in his favour. Licking his index finger, he reached out and ran it along her bottom lip. Brennan's eyes flickered shut and her breathing became shallower. Booth smirked. He had her now.
Brennan finally managed to get a sentence together. "Well, if you're happy to oblige, I'm sure I can handle everything that you throw at me."
I doubt it, Booth thought. But then he wasn't entirely sure whether he was going to be able to handle the jandel in terms of what Brennan was going to do to him. We can always just behave like mature adults and have sex as a way of getting rid of our excess tension, his bad side commented. Now, that's a good idea Booth thought, and without further ado he leaned in towards Brennan.
When Booth stopped less than a centimetre away from her lips, Brennan wanted to scream. Just kiss me already! Her skin was practically fizzing and he hadn't even kissed her yet! She knew that he was being a gentleman, giving her the control. She inched forward and met her lips with his.
For about a second their kiss was just a meeting of lips, but they were too hungry for each other to let that last long. Booth ran his tongue along the same path his finger had traced before, then, when Brennan opened her mouth for him, he tasted her. Brennan sighed into his mouth as she felt the sweetness of his tongue caress her mouth. The sigh became a full on moan as he ran his tongue down the sensitive ridge on the top of her mouth sending jolts of sensation running through her. Booth pulled her even closer to him. His stubble grazed her cheeks, causing both to groan at the feeling.
When she started to see stars, Brennan pulled away. Resting her head on Booth's shoulder she was acutely aware of the rough sound of her breath coming in pants as she focussed on regaining her breath. She shifted against him slightly, which caused a deep groan from Booth. Brennan suddenly realised why she was feeling slightly uncomfortable – Booth's erection was digging into her hip. She chuckled and wriggled against him again.
"Bones…" he said warningly.
She smiled at him demurely. "Yes Seeley?" He just rolled his eyes, then frowned as she pulled away from him and rolled out of bed.
"Don't pout; I'm just going to have a shower." She chuckled again as his head snapped up. "Don't even think about it, buster."
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Booth decided then that now might be a good time to leave. But as he hunted through his trouser pockets for his keys, the details of last night hit him. Sid had forced him to hand over his keys, saying that he was too drunk to drive. That meant his car was back at the Chinese restaurant. As he flipped open his wallet to find some money for a cab, Booth finally remembered the reason he had stayed at Brennan's – he had no money on him. Booth groaned. He was going to have to ask Brennan to drive him home.
Throwing on his shirt and pants, Booth wandered out into Brennan's lounge. In the lighter room, the effects of his hangover suddenly made themselves at home again. The headache came back with a vengeance. As Booth flopped down on Brennan's couch, the final section of the saga came back to him. He had slept with Bones because her couch had self destructed. One of the springs had somehow worked itself through the stuffing of the cushions. Booth leapt from the couch with an ear-splitting man yell, and clapped a hand over his arse. That damn spring had ripped his pants, and drawn blood from his gluteus maximus. He whimpered; Bones was going to have a field day. Hangovers always come back to bite me in the arse.