The sound of rain pounded soothingly against the windows. The entire city felt lazy—gray and subdued and willing people to just stay inside. Booth and Brennan were no different, and their Saturday morning began with sleeping in and Booth making Brennan breakfast in bed. She woke to the smell of freshly pressed coffee and stretched her arms over her head, pretty and sleepy at the same time.
She eventually padded toward the bathroom for a long hot shower, and then settled on their couch with a manuscript her editor wanted her to endorse. Booth sat with her feet in his lap, and he gently rubbed them. She looked up and smiled at him when he pumped his fist in the air and looked at her with a grin on his face.
"A Bogart marathon, Bones!"
She accepted his happy kiss and then went back to her manuscript. But within a couple of hours, the papers were on the coffee table, and she was snuggled up to Booth as they watched movies together.
Hours later, she woke to incredibly comforting warmth. It was dark inside the room, and she had no idea what time it was. Booth's strong body was behind hers, and his arm was wrapped around her waist. On the TV, Casablanca was beginning, and she smiled to herself that she already had seen that one and remembered how it ended.
"Mmmm," Booth breathed behind her, but she wasn't sure if he was waking up or not. Sometimes he made sleepy sounds as he slept, and for the first few weeks they'd been together, she'd enjoyed watching him sleep. He was more peaceful then, his boyish expression sweet. She liked seeing him like that before the weight of their daily jobs crossed his features at the lab or in his office or at a crime scene. She liked measuring the width of his shoulders and the trim line of his hips. He murmured again, and his arm tightened.
On the coffee table were two empty beer bottles, a coffee mug and on living room floor was a tipped-over bowl of popcorn, a remnant of their makeshift lunch. She smiled and noticed the manuscript she'd been working on earlier. But instead of pulling away from Booth, she maneuvered beneath the blanket they were sharing until she was facing him, her body stretched out with his on the couch.
His breathing was even, and his lips gently parted. She couldn't resist reaching out and gently rubbing her index finger against his chin. She loved the small dimple there…loved the way the dimple in his cheek was more pronounced when he really smiled at her. She loved the clean line of his jaw, the imperfect line of his nose. She loved the way his hair felt near his ears. As she traced over his face, it took a minute for her to realize that his eyes were open, and he was now watching her.
He wasn't exactly wary, but there was a hint of sleepy confusion in his brown eyes. But when she smiled at him, he smiled back and leaned toward her for a soft kiss. Their lips met and then parted. Everything felt slow and lazy, and the rainy patter against the windows was a soothing soundtrack to their languid passion. Brennan wanted to pull the blanket over their heads to coccoon around them-to capture the special connection they shared and to block out the rest of the world.
She was a writer, but when it came to communicating verbally, she didn't always know what to say. She loved that Booth understood her-even without words. And she understood him, not just what he said, but everything about him. Their kisses lasted a long time until Booth's hand slid from her back to her stomach. The sweatshirt she'd borrowed from him that morning was loose and his palm slid easily against her bare skin. Brennan gasped lightly and their mouths parted. Booth tipped his neck down and brushed soft kisses against her jaw and neckline.
Brennan ran her hands against Booth's stomach, soft and slow, and she tilted her chin so their lips met again. Lazily, they caressed one another, not for the sole purpose of sexual fulfillment, but just because. They were together, and it felt good. Booth's hand slid up a bit until his fingers were gently wrapped around her lace covered breast. Brennan murmured a small sigh against his lips as he cupped her and weighed her in his palm. He didn't squeeze or pinch or rub…he just held her in his hand.
The outside weather and darkened room added an early morning feel to it, and Brennan ran her hands over Booth's rear end before sliding her fingers forward to his groin, gently cupping him through his flannel pants.
He made a low sound from his throat and placed a nipping kiss along her jawline. His hands made small work of both of their pants, hers down to her thighs, and his just pulled down enough for him to slide bare between her legs. Brennan pressed her palms to his face and kissed him, letting her tongue run against his lips as she lifted one knee up and over his leg. Booth palmed her bare backside and as their kiss deepened, he slid inside of her.
She whimpered against his lips and then fisted his t-shirt in her hands as she took him in all the way. He was inside of her but barely moving. On the outside, the pads of his fingertips tenderly rubbed against her clit, every so often gathering her moisture from where they were joined before he slicked around her again. She was wet and breathing fast, and his breathing was labored as he grew thicker and warmer inside her. It was sensual connection, lethargic in the best way.
He stroked her clit, following her breathy cues as to when to press harder or ease off with a lighter touch. They stayed that way for minutes, it could have been hours—neither one had any sense of the time, only one another.
When Brennan's fingernails sank into his shoulders through his t-shirt, Booth cupped her mound and rubbed her clit with the heel of his hand. Brennan arched back and gasped, her body going taut as her insides folded around his length. Her spasms pushed him from her, nearly all the way, but Booth reacted and slid back into her, coming deep inside in a slow, numbing pulse.
"Mmmmm," Brennan sighed and sank even deeper against Booth's body. Sated.
He rubbed her back and fixed their pants before pulling her closer. Their eyes quickly fluttered shut again as the sound of rain continued to soothe against the windows.
-b&b-
I love the idea that Booth could teach Brennan that it's good to just be lazy sometimes-to spend time together because they like each other. And I love that in return, Brennan will be the one he loves and gets to spend lazy time with.