Title: Baring It All
Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 11/?
Chapter Title: Better Days
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!
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This one is quick, and it's ending where the original chapter (two chapters back) was supposed to. I added a scene on request, and so I decided to leave it here. I hope you enjoy!
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Andrew Romero wasn't sure what to think of Seeley Booth. He obviously wasn't here for 'work' purposes. He certainly hadn't been much use today. Romero rolled over again… trying to get comfortable on the hard ground. However, he was the good doctor's partner. From what Andy had witnessed so far, and discerned from all reports, Dr. Brennan was very good at her job. It stood to reason that she would only work with the best.
'So why had the guy flown almost 2,000 miles when he obviously had no interest in the case?' As far as Andy could tell, the F.B.I. agent acted like any other tourist, taking in the scenery and asking banal questions. There had to be more to this relationship.
Romero heard the nearby tent rustle. The American made his way through the dark in the direction of the stream. Andy thought for a moment about joining him by the water, but he'd finally found a comfortable position, and the other man didn't really look like he was in the mood for company. As a matter of fact… if Andrew had to say… he looked like he was in another time and place.
Romero closed his eyes, and began to drift off when he heard the tent rustle again. Strangely, it sounded more muffled this time. Several minutes later he heard a pebble thrown into the water, and then a female voice. He couldn't discern what was said, but there was no mistaking the splash that followed. Someone had gone into the water.
Andy could not resist the urge to leave his sleep-roll and check out the situation. Part detectives curiosity, and part pure voyeurism, he quietly made his way toward the water. The shores were empty, but movement drew his eyes to the curtain of water. There, he saw the muscular F.B.I. agent, au naturale. He was hoisting the lovely anthropologist out of the water, who was in a similar state of undress.
Andrew's eyes were momentarily mesmerized by her beauty, before he realized his presence was unknown, and surely unwanted. He turned quickly and made his way back to his spot on the hard ground.
Rather than clarify things, Romero was now more confused than ever. Dr. Brennan had not looked at all pleased to see her partner last night in the hotel lobby. They had basically ignored each other all day. However, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was going on right now under those falls. If those rocks could talk!
Romero crawled back into his sleep-roll and tried to find his comfortable position again. He lay there for a long time before he heard a distant cry in the night- It was just one word.
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Booth woke with a smile on his face. Brennan had gone back to her own tent last night, and he was uncertain what type of greeting he'd get from her this morning. But, regardless of it all he was happy.
No matter what happened from this point, her body had told him everything he needed to know. Booth could still feel her shudder around him; he could still hear her moaning his name. Her body screamed its need and desire; her kisses whispered their secrets in the dark. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When he exited the tent, he was met with the strong aroma of campfire coffee. Brennan was disheveled; she looked as though she hadn't slept at all. Romero gave him a look that, in no uncertain terms, told Booth he knew what had gone on last night. Booth returned the favor with his 'that's right, she's all mine' smirk. They were quite a threesome.
They downed their coffee, and packed up camp as quickly as possible. They were on their way back down the mountain before the sun had fully exposed the steep trail. Again they formed a train with Romero in front, and Booth pulling up the rear. They pressed on only stopping for brief rests and water breaks.
They could smell it before they ever cleared the trail- the smell of burnt rubber and plastic, charred metal. When they burst through the bushes they found that the jeep had been completely destroyed.
The three circled the vehicle and went into detective mode automatically.
"Accelerant was used," Brennan declared. "You can smell it, plus the dash wouldn't melt like that unless something had been used to make the fire burn hot."
"The glove box is open, and this was in the front seat," Romero observed as he picked up Brennan's charred lab kit. She brought it instinctively, but decided it wasn't worth lugging up the mountain.
"They were obviously looking for something."
Booth crossed his arms and shot out his hip. "Raise your hand if you think this is a coincidence."
The three investigators traded looks of disbelief. This road was virtually untraveled. Someone had followed them, and was now attempting to hinder their return to Mexico City. Obviously someone was afraid of what they may have found.
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After a thorough examination of the wreckage, Romero hitched his pack back up. "We better get going. We're never going to make it down to the main road by dark otherwise."
"Go where?" Booth challenged.
"We should follow the road back down," Romero replied. He gave Booth a look that said he must be stupid.
"That will take twice as long. Plus, how do you know whoever did this isn't planning to come back. I don't have my gun with me. Do you?"
"Twice as long as what?" Brennan interjected.
"We should follow the stream down. It's about a half a click back East."
"What stream?" Romero demanded.
"The stream that cuts a path practically straight down this mountain. The stream from the falls," Booth replied sarcastically.
Brennan hitched up her pack. "We should follow Booth. He's a trained Army Ranger. He knows how to navigate his way down a mountain."
She didn't wait for Romero to agree. She simply began to follow Booth.
The human train made its way down the mountain, but now Booth was completely in charge. He kept a steady pace so that Brennan could keep up with him easily, and helped her over several rough patches when she allowed it.
They were completely exhausted, and the day was spent by the time they made it down to the main road. Booth hailed a large pick-up headed in the right direction. The threesome was allowed to jump on the back with several crates and a large pile which smelled like it was probably manure. It was going to be a long road home Booth sighed.
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So… for those of you who like the little trip down voyeur lane, you may now thank laperkin and beatricks. (You both Rock!) They demanded a little "satisfaction". LOL
And… as you can tell by the title, the tide has turned. I believe we will see 'better days' for our TWOSOME soon.
And for my good friend mumrulz… that makes 4 today babe! Tell me you're still mad! You know you can't be!! Happy mumz Day!!
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Goo Goo Dolls: Better Days
So take these words- and sing out loud
Cuz everyone is forgiven now
Cuz tonight's the night the world begins again