Thank you for the wonderful feedback on the first chapter of this one. It will have the m-rated elements that are in my other stories, but this story does have a more serious vein to it. I hope that it keeps your interest. This story is one that I had been thinking about for some time, and it took awhile to develop the various elements I wanted to have in it. As I said in a note in chapter one, suggestions are always graciously accepted and considered. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Heathrow Airport, London
"Special Agent Booth? Dr. Brennan?" a formal voice asked from behind them as they went to get in the customs line.
Booth and Bones turned to see a well dressed man smiling at them.
"That's us," Booth replied.
"I'm Deputy Chief Inspector McAllistor, Scotland Yard," the man said as he offered his hand. "If you'd be so kind as to come with me, I can speed you through customs and take you to your accommodations."
"Thank God," Booth said with a sigh. He'd estimated a couple of hours wait to get through the customs area, so this was appreciated. He looked at Bones and saw her looking at him, the amusement apparent. "Don't start, Bones. A little courtesy for a fellow law man is perfectly okay."
"I didn't complain," Bones said with even more apparent amusement in her voice. He was well aware of her aversion to using status as a way of gaining special privilege, and she knew he was of the same mind on that, so this was a bit amusing. Apparently courtesy was different than subservience.
"You were thinking about it," Booth replied, his own amusement evident as he started the banter that they loved. All the while they followed McAllistor to a special area where they went through customs and had their passports stamped and validated.
"Our office wasn't sure about transportation while you are in London," McAllistor said as they left the airport and made their way to the hotel. "If you wish, Scotland Yard is prepared to sign a vehicle out for your use."
"Actually I've made arrangements for a rental," Bones told him. "I was hoping to do some sight seeing with Booth while we are here, and our own vehicle for those locations outside of the London area would be more ideal."
"Of course," McAllistor acknowledged. "If that changes, please let us know."
"We will," Booth told him, wondering what kind of car Bones had rented.
"Now in the folder you'll find your itinerary for all activities planned in conjunction with your work here," McAllistor continued. "Dr. Brennan is, of course, welcome to accompany you as she is your partner. In fact our forensic science department is most keen on meeting you, Dr, Brennan, if you could possibly free up a bit of time while you are in London and if it won't interfere with your own presentation at the LSE."
Curious as to the level of competence of the forensic personnel, and also the quality of the lab, Bones graciously consented. At least Booth thought it was gracious. To most it would seem as if she were giving a dismissive form of approval, but he could see the interest light up in her eyes. He smiled a bit at McAllistor, who caught on and nodded happily.
They pulled up in front of the famous luxury hotel, The Connaught, that Bones had quietly told McAllistor that she and Booth would be staying here. It was a further surprise for Booth and the look on his face was worth it.
"This is where we're staying?" Booth asked as he got out of the car. He'd heard of the famous hotel before, but had never in his wildest dreams imagined staying here. It would be like him affording a night at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City. In other words, impossible.
"Of course," Bones said with a smile. She immediately picked up one of her suitcases and her overnight bag, leaving the rest for Booth and the doorman. Walking in she went right through the rather opulent grand foyer to the front desk.
"May I help you, Ma'am?" a proper desk manager asked politely.
"A reservation for Dr. Temperance Brennan," Bones said with a slight smile.
The desk manager called up the relevant information. "Ah yes, you've reserved The Apartment Suite," he replied. "If I may have some identification and your passport, along with that of anyone staying with you, we can process the check in."
Bones got out her ID and passport, and told Booth, who had caught up to her, to do the same. Handing over the items, she got out her credit card and handed that over, too. It took a few minutes, but the check in was completed and they had a bellhop with a cart come over and take their luggage with them to the elevator.
Bones smiled as they rode the elevator to the top floor of the hotel. She knew what they would be doing the minute the bellhop left the suite. It was going to be passionate, and exactly what they both needed. She let her mind wander back to what she had done to him on the plane.
Bones looked over at a sleeping Booth. Dinner had been excellent, and within half an hour of being finished he had fallen back to sleep. She'd asked for a blanket and had covered him with it. The stewardess had given her a rather knowing smile and wink, thus she was sure that the stewardess had an idea of what she had in mind for Booth. It had been two hours since he'd fallen asleep again, so she knew he was in a deep enough sleep that she could accomplish this with a minimum of resistance from him, as if he could resist once she started. He was a man, after all.
The blanket was a bit larger than she had originally thought it was, so she spread it out a bit and it covered both of them, the arm rests pushed up, and she leaned across so she could rest her head on his chest, gently so she didn't wake him up. The blanket was angled enough that anything she did below a certain point would not be noticeable. Slowly, and deftly, she moved her hand down his front until she reached his belt. She smiled as she traced the COCKY belt buckle. It had figured prominently in some of her favorite fantasies about Booth, and now she was actually tracing it with her fingers.
Bones carefully undid the buckle, and unbuttoned his slacks, letting her fingers slide the zipper down agonizingly slowly. Undressing a man, even when only a nameless one night stand, had always been something she had enjoyed, and her arousal was rising exponentially as she opened a slight break in the barrier to where she wanted to go. Checking to see if he had woken up, and thrilled that he hadn't, she wickedly slid her hand into the slit in his boxers, feeling his flaccid length. Not having much time, she gave a quick feel of his balls and then pulled his cock out of the slit, beginning a light stroking of his length, loving the slow hardening of his length. She wished that she could be kneeling between his legs, down on her knees, giving him a long, slow blowjob, after which he would reciprocate, of course, but she would accept this interlude until they got to the hotel.
She could feel him beginning to stir, but she continued on, having known that he would wake up eventually. His hard length, the thick girth, told her that when they finally did join together, he would feel incredible inside of her. Running her thumb over the head, she smeared the small droplet of fluid around, letting it slicken the head and her palm as she went back to stroking him. His low moans, but closed eyes told her that he was enjoying this, but was in the process of deciding whether this was a fabulous dream, or reality. She smiled as his eyes rapidly blinked open.
"Oh my God!" Booth hissed as he realized that the incredible dream he'd been having hadn't been a dream at all and Bones was actually giving him a hand job on the airplane! An incredibly awesome hand job! But this was so wrong!
"I was wondering when you would wake up and enjoy this," she smirked, loving the sudden twitch of his cock in her hand.
His teeth ground at the enamel, and he knew that he would be paying his dentist an extensive visit soon. "Bones," he ground out. "This is neither the time or place for this!" He paused as she gave him an especially sensual stroke of his length with kind of a rippling feel to her hand as if she could make her hand pulse as if he was inside of her and she was having a small orgasm. "Jesus that feels incredible!" he exhaled.
Bones chuckled as she kept up the steady work on his length. She'd dreamed of doing things like this to Booth almost from the first time she met him, and now, after so many miscues and miscommunications, she was finally enjoying a physical encounter with the man she'd finally been able to admit to herself that she was in love with. Feeling him tense a bit, she knew he was getting close. If this was the SUV, or either of their apartments, she would simply let him cum over her hand, reveling in the hot feel of his release, but she didn't think that would be good here, so she did something she'd also dreamed of a great deal over the last few years. She smiled wickedly at him and slid her head under the blanket and took him in her mouth, giving him one deep suck before moving so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth as she suckled him, coaxing his orgasm from him. He came and she swallowed it all, marveling at his control as he didn't let out a sound as he did so. She made a note to experiment with his control later on in private. Once he'd softened, she let him slip from her mouth and slowly placed him back in his pants, zipping and fastening them so he was back in order. She brought herself back out from under the blanket and settled her head on his shoulder, a contended smile on her face.
"Enjoy that?" she asked with an impish tone.
"Enjoy?" he asked incredulously. "That's the biggest understatement of the millennium, Bones."
Bones took a sip of her wine, smiling at his obvious approval of her skill. "I told you once that I was very good," she reminded him.
"Just wait until we get to the hotel, Bones," he told her, his own wicked smile on his lips as he looked down at her.
"Why wait?" she asked, teasing him. "We've got several hours of flight time left. Plenty of time for you to return the favor."
"I don't think so, Bones," he told her. "One risk is enough on this trip. More than enough. I'd like to avoid being arrested once we land, as I mentioned a while ago."
"But I'm extremely turned on, Booth," she purred, looking up at him with a smile. She knew he wouldn't change his mind, but she could have some fun with his mind in the mean time.
"Patience is a virtue, Bones," he told her, a chuckle of his own slipping out. "Now, I'm in need of another nap. For some reason, I feel absolutely drained."
"You haven't felt anything yet," she shot back as she settled closer into his side and closed her eyes.
"Neither have you, Bones," he murmured as he fell asleep.
Bones was brought back to the present when the elevator stopped and they walked with the bell hop. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused as they approached the door to the suite. The bell hop slid the card key into the slot and opened the door. She walked in with Booth and was pleasantly surprised at the grandeur of the suite.
"Bones?" Booth's stunned voice broke the silence.
"Yes, Booth?" she asked.
"What the Hell is this place?" he asked. The bell hop was coming from a far room and came up to them.
"Your luggage is in the master bedroom, Sir, Ma'am," he said with a polite smile. He'd seen a number of famous people just as stunned at these two seemed to be. It was an incredible suite. "The butler should be here shortly once you have settled in."
"Thank you," Bones replied, taking a £100 note from her wallet and handing it to the young man.
"If there is anything further you may need, please don't hesitate to call down to the Concierge desk," he continued, placing the money in his inner jacket pocket. "Would you care for a brief tour of the suite?" he asked.
"No thank you," Bones replied. "I'm sure everything is self-explanatory, and we can wait until the butler service arrives."
"Have a nice stay at The Connaught," the bell hop said as he took his leave and left.
"Uh, Bones?" Booth ventured when they were alone.
"Hmm?" she asked with a smile as she walked over to him. He was in the main living room looking out of the large windows.
"I thought you booked us a suite?" he questioned.
"I did," she replied, taking in the sight of him silhouetted in the window, the sun shining in through the sheer inner curtains.
"This is a Hell of a lot more than a suite, Bones," he remarked, a look of concern on his face. He had agreed to let her pay his way, and he meant it, but this was way out of proportion to what he had thought was going to be the result.
"This is by invitation only, Booth," Bones explained. "When I called to upgrade the suite to the Carlos Suite, they invited me to upgrade to this one. I decided to accept."
"This is much more than $2,000 a night, Bones," he protested.
Bones was not upset at his concern. She had known that eventually he would find out the real cost, especially as she had stayed in The Connaught before and had toured this suite. She was also touched that he didn't want to have it seem like he was taking advantage of her personal wealth. It spoke of his character, but she also did not want to deny who and what she was, or deny them the perks of her monetary success.
"You're right," she admitted. "After the applicable taxes and fees, the nightly cost of the suite for two occupants comes out to roughly $7,000. That is a bit less than it normally is, but with the economy in a downturn, prices for luxury hotels are coming down."
His eyes bugged out. "You mean you're paying $70,000 for our ten day stay here?" he asked, shocked right down to his toenails. He was feeling a bit lightheaded.
"Yes," she told him. She held up her hand before he could protest further. "Have I ever blatantly flaunted my personal wealth, Booth? Have I ever tried to make someone feel less than they are by bringing money into a situation?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "It's one of the things I've always respected about you a great deal."
"For my next book I was given a $10 million advance last month, and a movie studio purchased the movie rights to it sight unseen for $3 million," she informed him. "With the proceeds, meaning advances, royalties, and movie rights, from that and my previous novels I have a net worth after sound investments of approximately $45 million. I also have a separate accounting of outside work in my field that is contracted at my sole discretion. That account has grown over the years to approximately $12 million. You know I live well, but not ostentatiously. I don't try and buy a person's friendship, and I can assure you that I have never desired to spend my money like this on anyone I have been involved with, not even Sully. I would hope that you would recognize that this changes nothing between us, and that I have no intention of flaunting my money when we are home and in our everyday lives. I do, however, want to be able to show you in tangible ways while we are away together just how special you are to me. Can you understand that?"
He was staggered to learn that her net worth was close to $60 million. He knew that some of it was in tangible assets like property, and charitable accounts, but most if it would be somewhat liquid, whether in stocks, bonds, or other forms of investment tools, along with directly accessible accounts. He also thought of what she said about her wealth. She was right. He remembered Sully mentioning that she was downright frugal when the man had dated Bones, outside of the organic foods she preferred. He still got a sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of that time when Bones was with Sully. Or any other guy, for that matter.
"Yeah, I can understand," he finally conceded. "It's going to take me a while to get used to it, though."
"I know," she replied. She'd discussed this with Angela a couple of days prior and her friend had told her that she needed to be careful. Booth would never begrudge her her wealth, or attempt to change who and what she was, but he would want to feel as if he had something to contribute to the relationship. Something tangible. "I only want us to be able to have some of the finer things that are available when we are away from our normal lives, whether it is a fine hotel or flying First Class. I don't want to change who we are when we are home and in the 'real world' I think people call it."
Booth decided that his personal pride was much more damaging in this situation than it was helpful. He was also able to understand that this meant a great deal to Bones, and he was not about to throw her incredible generosity back in her face.
"I don't mean to sound like a chauvinistic cretin, Bones, but when I see such luxury, and know that there is no way in Hell that I could ever do anything like this for you, I wonder what I can possibly contribute to this relationship," he told her finally.
Bones got a wicked grin on her face as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms up and around his neck, pulling his head lightly down for a slow kiss. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes. "You already contribute a great many things, Booth," she told him. "You show me how to be a part of the world, teach me about pop culture, allow me to be myself and not feel embarrassed about it, and best of all, you're going to contribute something of extreme value."
"Oh?"he smiled back. Damn she was a great kisser! He also liked how she was able to say something very serious, but also tie in something teasing and enticing at the same time.
"Uh huh," she said as she shifted her hips, allowing herself to grind herself against his hardening length. She pulled back and took his hands, pulling him with her. "I think it's time I got to see that highly evolved, perfectly symmetrical body of yours in an aroused state. How does that sound?"
"You saw that on the plane," he pointed out.
"I felt you in an aroused state," she corrected. "The blanket prevented me from having a really good look. But what I felt, and tasted, was superb, Booth," she informed him with a thoroughly sinful look in her eyes. She paused at the small table at the entryway to the living room and picked up the phone, pressing #1 for the Concierge desk. "This is Dr. Brennan in the Apartment. We won't be needing the butler service this afternoon, or this evening. Breakfast service tomorrow morning would be most appreciated, though." She paused and listened to the response. "Thank you," she said and hung up the phone. She smiled back up at Booth. "Now, how about trying out the king sized bed in the master bedroom?" she suggested. "I think it's time for us to get much better acquainted."
"I think that's a great idea, Bones," Booth said with a wide grin.
Bones led him back to the master bedroom and left him standing at the door, which she had closed. She wasn't worried about someone seeing them, and she certainly wasn't prudish about that given that she did get a thrill from semi-public sex, as the incident on the plane was testimony of, but because for the first time since she had probably lost her virginity she felt as if this was something solely between her and the man she was about to have sex with. Hopefully it would be much more than sex, as she wanted to see if Booth had been correct about his ideal about making love being the attempt to break the laws of physics, and coming very close. That didn't mean she didn't want to halt her teasing, outgoing nature, though. She loved teasing a man sexually, and playing with his senses.
Moving to the bed, she slowly removed each item of her clothing, holding her hand up in a halting gesture as he made to move towards her, telling him silently that this was for him. When she slid down her panties, she lingered as she slipped them over her feet, giving him a nice view of her hanging breasts. Standing straight, she let him take in the sight of her nude body from the front, a smile on her face as she saw the rapt expression he had. She slowly turned, letting him now have a view of her from behind. When she turned back she looked him over and licked her lips at the sight of his straining bulge. She'd always been impressed when she'd noticed him aroused, or even just semi-aroused, but after having seem him nude in his bathtub a couple of months before, and after what she'd had the pleasure of doing on the plane, she was not about to wonder anymore. This was real, and this was what she had foolishly avoided ever since he drew that ridiculous line.
"You like?" she asked, her eyes holding a mischievous luster.
"Hell yes," he said without a seconds hesitation. He gestured down at his rather prominent bulge. "As if you couldn't already tell." He waggled his brows in amusement.
Bones felt a rush of moisture pooling between her legs and a deep warmth spreading throughout her body as she once more focused her attention on his bulge. She noted that the luggage was to the side of the room near the closets, so she did not have to stop this momentarily to move anything out of the way, thankfully. Climbing onto the bed, she settled against the headboard, a fluffy pillow behind her back for comfort, and she spread her legs enough to give him a perfect head on view of her hot, moist sex. Her scent wafted up to her nose and she breathed it in, loving the reaction of her body to his presence, and also the anticipation of what they were going to be doing. Moving a hand down her abdomen, she slowly teased her slick folds, letting him see her pleasure herself for a moment. His eyes turned a deep black as his pupilary response gave evidence of a deepening arousal. She let a finger slide into herself, gathering a small bit of moisture as she let her finger move back to her clit, using the moisture to let the finger glide smoothly in circular motions around her clit. She moaned at the feel of her touch.
"Someone is decidedly under dressed," she pointed out in a husky moan. She let her free hand move to her left breast, squeezing the firm, yet spongy flesh and her thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling on her nipple. She watched as he practically ripped off his clothes, leaving his boxers and socks on. They were the rainbow socks that he favored, and she had to stifle a laugh at his boxers as there was a large smiley face right over his straining hard on with the words Mr. Happy printed across the top of the smiley face. It was a good thing that she hadn't been able to see anything when she had pleasured him on the plane as she would have laughed her ass off. It was cute, and sexy in its own way, but would have killed the mood at that particular time. "The socks must go if you're getting into bed with me, and if Mr. Happy wants to join our party, then the boxers need to go, too," she told him with a sexy smirk and another dip of her finger inside of herself to give him something to continue thinking about. Her eyes widened in delight, and sheer pleasure as he removed the boxers and showed her the prize she'd been dreaming about, and had finally gotten a hold of several hours before. Long, thick, and deliciously hard. Exquisite!
"Turn around," she ordered in a husky, breathless tone of voice. She let out a small gasp as she took in the sight, for the first time, of his naked ass. Pure perfection! She could imagine herself grabbing hold of those perfect muscular cheeks of his and spending hours just groping him. She sighed in pleasure when he turned back around letting her take in the main attraction once again. "I think you owe me a little return service after what you enjoyed on the plane," she observed, her nostrils flaring in arousal, and her eyes flashing.
Booth could now believe that this was definitely not a sex dream gone into overdrive. He'd been sure on the damn plane, but the sight before him, and her words, confirmed it. He stalked forward, his eyes raking over her spectacular body.
"You were thoroughly wicked on the plane, Bones," he remarked in a deep, sexy tone of voice as he crawled on the bed from the foot of it, making his way up between her spread legs.
"And you loved it," she teased, removing her hand from her sodden pussy. She didn't think she could get any more aroused than she already was, if her body's signs were any real indication. He had a predatory look in his eyes that she loved, and she could tell he was in a teasing mood, as well.
"I am a guy, Bones," he chuckled as he ran a lone finger from her ankle to just behind her knee, slowly teasing the flesh of her perfect calves. He let his finger run back and forth for a moment, seeing how much she would accept before getting demanding. The soft whimper told him that he should continue on in his journey. He placed a simple kiss against the side of her knee, while his hand, fingers splayed, ran up her thigh, halting mere centimeters from her beautiful folds at the apex of her thighs. He could smell her arousal and he inhaled deeply, enjoying the delicate feminine muskiness that was uniquely Bones. A scent that he'd wondered about for years. "God you are perfect, Bones," he told her with complete sincerity.
Booth's teasing was driving her insane. She'd been celibate for a year now, and while the interlude on the plane certainly was nice, it was an appetizer at best. Here she was naked on the bed, legs spread giving him a complete view of her pussy, and he was laying there between her legs just teasing her! She wanted her orgasm dammit! She wanted a hell of a lot more than one orgasm, but at least one to start the sexual side of their relationship out right. After all, she'd given him an orgasm, and had been sexy and naughty enough to swallow the result. Not that she minded doing that in the least, as she enjoyed it, but fair was fair.
"Booth!" she said firmly, with a tone that would brook no defiance. "I gave you an orgasm on the plane and I am now naked and ready. Are you going to tease me, or please me?" she demanded, her glare letting him know what the answer had better be. Apparently it was the former given the child like grin on his face, so she did the only thing a very aroused and frustrated woman in her position could do. She reached out and grabbed him on either side of his head and forced his head down to exactly where she wanted it. Instantly she felt his tongue slither out and begin to work on her sensitive, and extremely aroused flesh.
Bones let her head fall back against the head board. She may be demanding, and forceful, but Booth was responding splendidly! He was taking her verbal, and minor hand, cues expertly and was orally pleasuring her like a master. While she had always loved receiving oral sex, she had never been with a man who was as enthusiastic as Booth obviously was. Her arousal was beginning to get into that deliciously tight coil in the pit of her stomach that let her know she was about to have that orgasm she was so insistent on having. She was now reduced to incoherent moans and groans as she neared the precipice.
Booth could tell she was about to lose it and he grinned while he continued his ministrations. He'd been dreaming of this for the longest time, and now it was about to happen. He slipped one finger inside of her, loving the feel of her, and pressed his finger against her G-spot which brought what can only be described as an explosion. She let loose with a scream of his name and he could feel her pulsing around his finger tightly, clenching and unclenching spasmodically. He brought her down slowly, enjoying the moment almost as much as Bones was.
Bones kept her head tilted back with her eyes closed as her body recovered from that unbelievable orgasm. He'd been perfect. Beyond perfect. He was still paying attention to her body cues, though at this point her body was on autopilot. Her breathing steadily came back to normal and she slowly opened her eyes, looking down on him, a dreamy smile on her face.
"And you couldn't have done that on the airplane?" she asked, the smile morphing into a grin.
Booth laughed as he brought himself up to her and kissed her, showing a bit of passion behind the kiss. "Not and hear that scream of appreciation," he teased. At that moment he heard her stomach rumble and he laughed even more. "Hungry, Bones?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
Bones was embarrassed, but decided to make the most of it. "Yes," she replied bluntly. "Call room service and order anything for yourself and a pasta salad for me. We need to make sure we have our energy built up. I have a long night planned for us," she told him as she kissed him and then got out of the bed making her way to the bathroom.
Booth smiled and called down for room service placing the order, but telling them not to deliver it for an hour. Then he made his way to the bathroom. He and his still remaining hard on had some unfinished business to take care of. Damn he was glad he called Bones a few nights ago for help on that presentation. If this was the kind of reward he could expect, then he would make sure he asked for her help on all his work related presentations from now on. This one now got him in a relationship. Who knew what the ones in the future would get him. Marriage? Kids? Speaking of kids, it never hurt to practice.
"Hey Bones? Make room. We've got an hour to kill," he said with a grin as he walked into the bathroom where she was in the shower.
A/N: I ended this one here as I wanted to develop more flashback sequences in this story. I like the idea of both of them remembering incidents as they are involved in other activities, such as a tour of Scotland Yard, Booth's lecture, etc. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Gregg.