Another prompt from Sleepless (who also helped a TON in molding how this one turned out, which she also did on a lot of these other one shots!)—this time B&B are getting ready for their baby's first birthday, and Brennan is stressing out, wanting it to be perfect. Booth tries to get her to relax. With his cock.
Ah, hahaha! Oh man…we're almost at the halfway point of the day!
-b&b-
Booth leaned in the doorway to the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest and a slightly amused smile on his face. "Bones," he tried again, but his lovely partner was like a whirlwind, straightening napkins here, sorting cups there. Her eyes were focused, and for the longest time, he'd thought that single track mindedness of hers applied only to the human skeletal system. She'd stared at him a few times with the same intensity, but it was never quite the same as with her work.
Until…until they'd been very intimately introduced to one pink, screaming, squirming, wide-eyed baby girl. It had taken Booth about thirty seconds to tear his eyes away from his beautiful new daughter and back to Brennan, and he'd almost laughed at the expression on her face. Devotion, fierce love, passion…all of it, shining through her incredibly focused gaze as she'd stared at her daughter. He'd watched her catalogue possibly hundreds of details, storing them away in her genius brain. Tears had pricked in his eyes at that moment, as he realized it had really happened. And for 365 days after that, Booth noticed the same look on her face at times.
It happened while Brennan stared down at the sleeping baby in a basinet, when she was nursing her, when she was reading up on the proper physical developmental exercises and social exercises (It's important that our child be well rounded in every skill set, Booth, she'd told him)…and about a hundred other times. Sometimes, Booth would be driving them back from a case, and he'd notice her staring out the window, the same determined consideration in her gaze, and he knew she was thinking about their daughter in some way. He loved it. But now, all of that intensity was focused toward their daughter's first birthday party, and Booth shook his head. "Bones, babe," he finally pushed off from his post in the door. "Everything's gonna be just fine."
He tried to wrap his arms around her, but she was too fast and she moved easily to the other side of the kitchen where she once again examined the single candle chosen for the cake.
"What about the cake—"
"Bones, I picked up the cake an hour ago. Baby, you've got to relax."
"I'm relaxed," she answered immediately, and if anything, her back grew even more ramrod straight. Booth covered a laugh with his hand, but she heard it anyway and gave him a shocked looked.
"Birthdays carry great anthropological significance, especially a first birthday, and it's crucial that—"
"See," Booth interrupted her and caught her in his arms, not letting her go when she struggled. "That's how I know you're all tense. Every other word out of your mouth is about anthropology…" he pressed a quick kiss against her lips and another, even when she didn't relax one iota in his arms. "Hey, it's lunch. It's a party. It's supposed to be fun. She's gonna sit in her high chair and smash cake all over her pretty face and in her hair, and it will be awesome. I promise."
"I don't want it to be awesome," Brennan refuted, though her fingers did come to rest against his chest. When Booth swayed her a little bit in his arms, she met his eyes. "I want it to be perfect."
Booth smiled and brushed a finger against her chin. "You're sweet, Bones. I want it to be perfect too, and it's gonna be. I promise."
One of her eyebrows arched. "You can't promise it."
"Oh yeah?" he teased. "And you can?"
She didn't answer, and he could tell she was slightly annoyed at his logic. He laughed, but when she pushed away from his arms, he let her go. "Aw, Bones…come on. I'm just teasing. And hey, this is the first of many, so even if we screw this birthday up…we can try again next year."
Brennan tossed him a look. "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
Booth sighed and grabbed her hand. "Yes." He tugged her away from the already perfectly stacked plates and around the artfully decorated presents table and toward the hallway to their bedroom.
"Where are we going?" she asked, dragging her feet just a tiny bit.
"To have sex," he looked over his shoulder and grinned. "I thought that would seem obvious."
"What?" her entire body stopped moving. "Are you serious? Everyone is going to arrive in less than an hour."
Booth yanked her to him with a soft growl. "We have time," he crooned softly and rubbed his hands over her shoulders, noticing that her neck automatically fell back just a bit in response. "Everything is ready and perfect." He punctuated his sentence with a soft kiss to her jaw, just like he knew she liked. She was sensitive at the base of her throat, and he nuzzled her skin there. "Your dad is bringing Parker and our birthday girl back around noon, and we gotta both relax before everyone else gets here."
Her lips quirked up in a smile she tried to hide, but he felt her completely relaxing into his touch. "You need to relax?" she teased, and Booth chuckled as he deftly unbuttoned her pretty blue blouse.
"Yep," he pouted a bit and answered with as much sincerity as he could muster. Brennan didn't buy it for an instant, but when he slipped the silky fabric from her shoulders, she didn't put up a fight. "Come on, baby…let me make you feel good," he stared down at her creamy shoulders and traced a few freckles on one. "And besides, I think we deserve to have our own little private party."
"Oh really," she replied, her chest flushing prettily at the frank desire in his gaze. "And why is that, exactly?"
His large hands spanned her waist and he thumbed the skin on either side of her belly button. It was hard to believe that a year ago, she'd held a baby in her womb. "Because," he answered and met her eyes before laying a quick but passionate kiss against her lips. "A year ago today, we did something awesome for the world. We had a baby." He sank to his knees, and Brennan's hands automatically landed on his shoulders for balance. Booth kissed along the line of her pants and then he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them. He didn't pull them down, just nuzzled his nose and lips against her lower belly and panties. His teeth tugged against the small satin bow, and he smiled and licked it, enjoying the panting breath Brennan made in conjunction with the forward rock her hips made.
"We?" her voice was breathy, but teasing, and Booth knew she knew what he meant. He laughed softly and worked his hands around to her back. He slid them beneath her pants and cupped her warm, satin covered behind.
"Okay, I guess you did most of the work," he acknowledged as he peeled her underwear away from her body. From his position at her feet, he looked up and met her eyes. "You were amazing that day, Bones. And this entire year has been incredible."
His fingers were lightly stroking on her legs, from the backs of her knees to the creases where her legs met her torso. Her eyes were bright, and he thought maybe a bit shiny with unshed tears. He knew how she felt. They'd loved each other in their own way for a long time, but having a baby together had taken them into truly shared experience. They were so happy it almost hurt sometimes. "You're a really great mom," his voice was raspy with emotion.
"Thank you," she nodded and leaned down. Booth's eyes fluttered shut when she tenderly cupped the side of his face and pressed her lips against his in a long kiss. He groaned when her tongue slipped between his lips, and he rested his palm on the back of her neck, keeping her in place as the kiss deepened. Just when he started to stand up, she stopped him and joined him on the floor. He didn't argue but just pulled her closer, kissing her again, his mouth hot and passionate against hers. Deep moans resonated from his chest at the feel of her in his arms, and she pulled away and gasped in a breath. Their arms and legs twined and Brennan rolled Booth beneath her. His fingers found the small clasp at the front of her bra, and the blush covered silk seemed to melt away, falling from her body like a whisper. Brennan pressed her hands to the floor above his shoulders as Booth rose up and ran his lips up and over her breasts. She pulled away from him and fell to her back. Booth quickly followed and palmed her body, running his hand from her waist to the long column of her neck.
She was beautiful. He knew that already, but it hit him again, with a force that would have knocked him to his knees if he hadn't already been on them, prepared to worship her any way he could. His heart was pounding, and something within him had gone hot, and greedy, and if there was anything in the world besides the life they shared…he had no interest in it.
"I love you, Booth," her words penetrated through his thoughts, and he met her eyes again before leaning down to kiss her. Her hands were pulling at his shirt, and he moved away long enough to peel the fabric up and over his head, tossing it toward a corner. He laughed when her eyes followed the movement, and before she could get distracted, he ran his thumbs over her dusky nipples, enjoying the way they stiffened beneath his touch.
"Booth," she gasped and her back arched up from the wood floor. He bent his head and pulled one delicious peak between his lips as his hands slid to her hips and finally pulled her pants and underwear down her long legs. She kicked them off the rest of the way and her own hands were tugging at his jeans until they were unfastened and shoved just below the bare curve of his ass.
She clutched him there and writhed beneath him before gently scraping her fingernails up and down his spine.
Booth grunted with pleasure and his hips sank down onto hers. His erection was firm and hot where it nestled between Brennan's legs, and she placed her hand on his cheek, guiding him over to her other breast. With her other hand, she positioned him in place and then arched up even higher when he slid inside her. "Booth, so good," she cried out.
"Oh, yeah," Booth's lips parted around her breast, and he used his tongue over her nipple in fast strokes. He matched the rhythm with his hips, rocking in and out of her in steady strokes. Her breasts tightened almost painfully beneath his mouth, and Brennan pressed her hands to his shoulders before pulling him up so she could kiss him. Her wet and achy nipples rubbed against his bare chest, and they both moaned against each other's lips.
Booth came first, his long legs going taut from his hard ass all the way down to his feet. He buried his face in Brennan's neck and breathed her in as he pulsed inside of her, and his orgasm triggered hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and held on as the quivering sensation spread throughout her entire body. She stared at the ceiling and tried to catch her breath.
On the kitchen counter, her cell phone rang, and Booth groaned against her shoulder at the disturbance. Brennan laughed and gently pressed against his biceps. But she didn't push him off just yet.
"Can't you call everyone and tell them to come at 1 instead of noon?" he tried to persuade, nibbling along her shoulder and chest. "Hmmm? We need more relaxation…"
"Booth," she smiled and kissed him on the lips. "We might be too relaxed now," she teased, running her fingers all over his back and shoulders. Booth let out a whimper that made her laugh again. But then he finally moved off of her and helped pull her up. For a moment, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a soft kiss to the center of his chest. "You're a good father, too, Booth," she told him.
"Mmm," he murmured his thanks. Booth placed his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. "Face it, Bones, we're kick-ass partners, and kick-ass parents," he bragged and then took a step back. He rubbed his hands and looked around, and Brennan smiled at the naked, eager image he made. "Now, how do we make this one kick-ass first birthday party?"
His smile was big, and Brennan pulled him down for another quick kiss before she bent over to pick up her clothes. "First we get dressed, because this will not be a naked party."
"Aw," Booth pretended to complain, but then he laughed and grabbed his own clothes and they quickly dressed.
When their guests arrived, they were ready. And when Max showed up with their little princess, he handed her off to Brennan with a kiss to her cheek. "This looks like a great party, Temperance," he smiled. "This is one lucky little girl."
"Nah, we're the lucky ones," Booth interrupted and wrapped one arm around Brennan's waist while he stuck out his other hand for Max to shake.
The older man shook Booth's hand and then quickly glanced from his daughter to Booth and back again.
"What?" Booth asked and rolled his eyes.
Max just turned and walked away toward the food, a knowing smile on his face.
-b&b-