Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 12/?
Chapter Title: You and Me
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: 3x12: Baby in the Bough
I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!
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Not only were they completely exhausted, but they now carried a smell with them that none of them wanted to identify. The pick-up had dropped them at the nearest village where they were able to find a phone and have Romero call for a ride.
Booth and Brennan were dropped at the hotel first. They collapsed against the elevator's cold steel walls as the ancient beast slowly lumbered to the second floor.
As soon as he exited, Booth knew something was wrong. The hackles went up on his neck, and a cold chill swept through him. Brennan attempted to make her way around him when he grabbed her and place her behind his body, positioning himself as a human shield.
Brennan could tell by the tension in his body and the roughness of his hands that something was wrong. She peeked around him to see that her hotel room door was ajar; she froze.
Booth considered his options. His room was only a few feet away, situated closer to the elevator then hers. No one had appeared at her doorway to check the halls, which might indicate that the intruders were gone. The decision was made for him when the elevator doors slid closed behind them.
Booth kept himself positioned between Brennan and the door. He could only assume she was simply too exhausted to fight him, as it was atypical of her to allow any sort of dominance she perceived as patronizing or chauvinistic. He carefully inserted his key into the door, and they made a smooth, silent enter.
Booth immediately went to retrieved his gun. "You stay here. I'm going to go check things out."
Her look told him that was not going to happen! Booth had once made her promise to leave him if the situation got dangerous. There was a baby involved then, little Andy, but it had still broken Brennan's heart to agree. The idea of leaving him in danger was more than she could take.
They'd always faced things together. That was why his betrayal in Daytona had hurt so much. It had taken her a long time to come to terms with the fact that, in the end, they'd faced that situation together as well. Booth had always been right there. He'd protected her by taking a life, and that was something he would have to carry forever. She wasn't going to abandon him now- when she was the reason he was here.
Booth toed the door of her room open, his gun drawn. Someone had been looking for something. Her bags were emptied, and the room tossed. Booth checked the closet and bathroom, but it was obvious that the intruders were long gone.
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The place was soon swarming with police. Romero showed up at some point. The only thing missing was Brennan's computer bag, which contained her laptop and notes.
The shear exhaustion rolled off of Brennan in waves. Booth convinced her to go to his room, shower, and lay down. He could deal with the police.
Brennan let the water wash over her. She'd barely slept the previous night, and her body felt ever mile of their seemingly endless journey. They'd returned to camp the previous night completely spent, but as soon as she'd zipped herself into her tent, all she wanted was to be back by his side. Now, she let the smell of his shampoo embrace her.
She had grabbed one of his t-shirts from his bag and was putting it on when the door opened. Booth quickly stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"They're wrapping things up," he sighed. He looked completely wiped out. "They're not going to let you back in your room tonight, so I checked with the front desk. The only room that's available is two floors up. I don't want you that far away. So- I guess you're stuck here."
Brennan nodded distractedly, completely engrossed in the notepad on her lap.
"I'm just gonna take a quick shower. Then we can order some room service."
Booth supported himself against the side of the shower as the water pounded his back. His back was screaming, every muscle ached, but all he could think about was the woman in the next room.
Booth walked out of the bath with a towel wrapped around his waist, absently toweling his hair. Brennan was in the exact same position as when he'd entered the shower.
"I think I've remembered everything," she mumbled, more to herself than him. "I ordered some room service for us. It should be up in a bit."
Brennan glanced up briefly, and she was immediately dumbstruck. It always amazed her how stunning he was. She cleared her throat and occupied herself with her notes again, though she had completely lost focus. She nervously fingered the hair out of her eyes and slid it behind her ear.
Her loss of composure did not go unnoticed. Booth made his way to her side of the bed. He sat down casually, and tipped his knee up onto the side of the bed to face her. The towel parted much too generously to ignore.
"What are you working on?" he feigned interest.
Brennan cleared her throat nervously again; her eyes focused on the exposed skin of his inner thigh. "I'm trying to recall all of my most recent notes. All of my pictures were already sent to Ange', and I had just backed up my files to the Jeffersonian's H:drive."
Brennan's voice quavered a bit, and she cleared her throat again. Damn she needed a drink… water- scotch. She reached to smooth her hair back behind her ear again, when his hand came up. His fingertips traced the shell of her ear.
She gave him a stern look. "You don't play fair!"
His dimples flashed before his smirk was replaced with his best, 'Who me? I've no idea what you're talking about', look.
"I don't know what that means," he replied innocently.
"It means," she huffed exasperatedly at him, "that you are making it impossible to resist you."
Booth smiled gently, and slid closer. The gap in the towel increased. His hand reached up gently to trace her brow, and sooth its way behind her ear. "You my dear partner are one to talk. You have mastered the art of being irresistible… I have absolutely no intention of trying to make it easy on you to resist me."
"That's how it is, huh Booth?" she taunted. She eyed him from behind her lashes, as she contemplated her next move.
She had slept with Seeley Booth exactly eight times. One had been a case of coitus interruptus; most had happened in the heat of passion. Brennan knew that this time was different. This time they would be making a statement. It would signify a shift in their relationship- one that there would be no walking away from. Was she ready for that?
Her fingers glided along the hard muscles of his chest to his waist. "Two can play that game."
She fingered the knot in the towel delicately before giving it one swift tug. Within moments he sat fully exposed in front of her ravenous eyes. Brennan swung herself onto his lap She then lifted herself so that she was pressed as flat against him as was humanly possible as she pushed him back against the hotel bed. She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue, then sucked his lobe into his mouth. "I believe it's my move," she purred.
Brennan slithered slowly down his body. Her lips and tongue traced the contours of his chiseled frame on the way. She would stop to nip and suck at the particularly sensitive spots; her tongue twirled around his nipple before she drew it into her mouth.
She could feel his erection pressed against her flesh; it pulsed with each movement she made. It tickled her chin as she trailed kisses over his abdomen, as her lips finally made their way to their target. Her hand came down to slowly guide him into her mouth.
Booth moaned her name in ecstasy. She felt the power surge through her whole body as he reacted to each touch, lick, stroke she administered. She knew he was very close when there was a pounding at the door.
They both jumped.
Booth grabbed her and pulled her up beside him, instinctively placing himself between her and the door.
"Who is it?" he growled.
"Room service. I have your supper sir."
Booth turned to look at her, when he saw her dissolve into laughter. She had completely forgotten about calling down for food.
"Just leave it," Booth called out apologetically.
He turned on her and scowled. "You think it's funny that I very nearly had a heart attack."
Brennan smiled at him gently. Her hand cupped his jaw. "I think I'm going to go get our food out of the hall… then I'm going to finish making love to you."
Her lips descended on his before he had the chance to speak. Her kiss told him more about the way she felt than any words ever could. When their lips finally parted they both groaned.
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And now we all groan collectively! Or sigh, or pout, or whatever emotional release comes to mind. Remember that if you throw things at me, you'll only truly hurt yourself!
T minus 2 days till our last Bones eppy 'Big Sigh' T minus 4 days till I have 9 weeks of uninterrupted writing time 'crickets'… ok… more of a joy for me then you!
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Lifehouse: You and Me
what day is it- and in what month- this clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up- and I can't back down- I've been losing so much time
cause it's you and me and all of the people- with nothing to do- nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people- and I don't know why-
I can't keep my eyes off of you