Yay for 3 AM smut!
Credit for this one-shot idea goes to the fab NatesMama, who suggested that "Brennan gets caught up in a Jersey Shore marathon, and Booth has to seduce her back to bed". Hahaha! I hope this lives up to the suggestion.
-b&b-
Booth's hand slid on the sheets beside him. In the back of his sleep-filled mind, he knew something wasn't quite right. But it took him actually opening one eye to see that he was in fact alone. The sheet beneath his hand wasn't warm—which meant he'd been alone for a bit. There was no light coming from the bathroom, and he didn't hear her in his kitchen.
"Ugh," he rubbed the heels of his hands in his eyes and blinked a few times as he sat up. He flexed his feet and stretched his arms over his head, yawning and searching around the room for his robe. He spotted it on his closet door, and still sleepily mumbling a complaint, he slid his robe on over his undershirt and boxers. Between his shirt and his chest, his St. Christopher's medal felt a bit cold on his skin, and he raked his hand in his hair, knowing it would likely make it stand up straight, but unable to care at the moment.
"Bones?" he called softly, not wanting to wake her in case she'd fallen asleep on the couch again. But he could have sworn they'd gone to bed together. It wasn't like her to get up again in the middle of the night to do more work.
There was a bluish tint coming from his living room, and he turned the corner and paused, one hand on the door for support. There she was, notepad in hand, half-empty bottle of water on the coffee table, and reality TV on mute.
Not just any reality TV, but that fucking Jersey Shore she seemed so enamored with.
"Really, Bones?" Booth asked, keeping his place in the doorway. He crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her, noting with no surprise that it took her a couple of minutes to figure out where the pause button was on the remote before she acknowledged his presence.
"It's a marathon, Booth," she smiled. "Quite fortuitous, really. I thought I'd in fact seen all of the documented footage, but apparently I haven't."
"Yeah, it's a real eureka," he deadpanned, wondering why he was still surprised that she surprised him.
"Precisely," she smiled again. "You can join me if you'd like."
"Oh," he scoffed. "Oh, no, Bones. I will not be watching that. Even if it wasn't 3 AM and I didn't have an incredibly soft bed and an incredibly hot partner to share it with…I still wouldn't watch it."
He thought the compliment might entice her back to bed with him, but she just shrugged and turned her attention back to the TV.
"Bones," he whined. "Come on…come back to bed."
She looked at him with wide-eyes, as if stopping was out of the question.
He sighed and shook his head. "Fine…"
He plopped down on the couch next to her and satisfied himself with at least wrapping his arms around her waist and yanking her to him so her back was snuggled up against his front.
"Hey," he nuzzled the skin of her nape, and placed a soft kiss there. "I'm pretty sure they have this on DVD; we could rent it sometime." Sometime when I'm out of town, he thought.
Brennan merely swatted away his advances, and Booth sighed and tried to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. After about ten minutes, he shook his head. "This is nuts, Bones…I mean, what is the appeal, even?"
"It's a culture, Booth. I've told you this," she barely looked in his direction.
Booth snorted. "If this is a culture, it's one of those moldy bacteria ones weird science teachers used to grow, right?"
When she naturally didn't laugh, Booth sighed again, this time even more dramatically. He made a little frustrated sound in the back of his throat, and Brennan spared him a glance, but then kept watching her show.
Booth decided the best way to distract her was to actually…distract her. He started subtly and slid his fingertips under the edge of her t-shirt, lightly stroking her stomach. After she grew accustomed to that, he let his fingers slip upwards until he was brushing the bare undersides of her breasts. His warm forearms cradled her waist and stomach, and at the slight hitch in her breathing, he ran his teeth along the edge of her earlobe and at the same time ran his thumbs in a quick pass over her nipples through her t-shirt.
"Booth," her voice was annoyed, but also slightly breathy, and he knew she wasn't completely unaffected. Her stomach muscles fluttered against his palms, and then he cupped her breasts, giving a quick squeeze. She moaned a bit, but was otherwise not responding.
Booth huffed and then finally moved her away so he could stand up. "Fine. I'm going back to bed."
She frowned up at him in slight confusion, but then nodded. "Okay…"
He made his way back to his bedroom, but when he tried to close his eyes and sleep, he couldn't. He was semi-hard, just from having felt her up a little bit. He tossed and turned for several moments until he couldn't deal for another second. "Fine, Bones…you win." Booth shoved back into his robe and marched out to the living room—standing between Brennan and the TV.
"Is it the guys?" he asked. "Do they do it for you? Is that it, Bones?"
"What?" she blinked, surprised at his question. "What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about," he repeated, affecting a Jersey accent. "Yo, I don't know…"
He dropped his robe and then stood with his hands on his hips. "What's the matter, there, Bones…" he kept the accent up, ignoring the amused tilt to her eyebrow. With one hand he grabbed the hem of his undershirt and yanked it up to show his washboard stomach. "You like this? Huh? You know how many hours at the gym I gotta put in to get muscles this sweet?" He let the shirt drop and then flexed his arm muscles, leaning in for a kiss on one of his biceps.
Brennan laughed then, but Booth didn't let up. He turned around and flexed his muscles again before peeling off his undershirt and letting her see him from neck to waist. He turned and looked at her over his shoulder and gave her an exaggerated wink. "Hey, baby. Wanna help me with my laundry?" he ran a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. "This here's my last clean pair."
Brennan smiled and stood up, and Booth could have sworn she sidled up next to him. Her fingernails traced, so light and sexy, over his stomach muscles from behind, and Booth realized too late that she was enjoying the role play aspect. To stifle that, he turned quickly, and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his bare waist and making his way to the bed.
When he plopped her unceremoniously in the middle, she was laughing and tracing a single finger over his medal and down to his semi-hard on. "You would make an excellent Guido, Booth," she commented before fisting him in her sweet hand and making him all-the-way-hard in nearly an instant.
"Yeah," he rasped out and made quick work of her shirt- quickly leaning down and sucking one perky nipple into his mouth. "Except I'm about 1,000 times smarter than those guys."
He tongued her until she gave him the rough little kitten moan from the back of her throat that he loved so much. When her fingers fisted in his hair, he flipped her over and placed a long line of kisses down her spine. He made a little nibble on her rounded backside, and when she yelped, he flipped her back around again. She was laughing, and so was he when he wasted no time in burying his face between her thighs. He wanted her to squirm, and he licked her over and over, only taking a few seconds here and there to suck her where she really wanted his mouth.
Only when she spread her legs nice and wide for him and began riding his face from below did he give her what she wanted. He placed his palms to the bed on either side of her thighs and then wrapped his lips around her pretty clit, sucking and pulling while she buried her fingers in his hair and came, long, and low, and hard.
Breathing heavily, he predatorily moved back up her body. He shoved his boxers down past his ass and then thrust home, groaning at the small aftershocks pulsing through her and all around him.
"Oh yeah," he built up a rhythm and met her sleepy eyes. "Come on, Bones…you gotta admit…this is better."
She smiled and lazily lolled her head back and forth on his pillow. "You were really determined to get me away from that marathon, weren't you?"
Booth barked out a laugh and buried his face in her neck, picking up the speed of his thrusts and groaning at the way she seemed to fold around every single inch of him. He was still smiling when he felt his orgasm slide through his body and into hers, and he panted out harsh moans against the soft skin of her throat.
Her fingers gently rubbed in his hair, and he sighed and rolled to his side, taking care to tug her close to him. She shifted, stroking gently along his stomach muscles.
Booth felt them flex in response to her touch, and he smiled at the way her fingers paused before continuing. This was more like it…
-b&b-