Sorry for the delay! I fell asleep. We should be back on track for the rest of the day. Wish me luck—and if anyone wants to send over some serious pain relief in the form of one Seeley J. Booth, I'd accept (Clothes optional).
-b&b-
"Booth?" Brennan called as she keyed open the door to her apartment. She immediately caught the scent of tomato sauce and garlic, and she followed the delicious smells to the kitchen. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh at the picture she saw there. Booth was standing in the middle of the kitchen, his iPod earbuds in place. He was wearing an old grilling apron he'd once forgotten and playing an imaginary drum set with two spatulas, his face scrunched up slightly in the way it did when he was listening to what he called "fucking rock and roll, Bones!".
She smiled as she watched him put a pan in the oven. He was singing words here and there, and she wasn't familiar enough with the song to know if he was on key or not. In her arms was the bouquet of daffodils that had arrived to her office in the middle of the afternoon, and when she walked toward the center kitchen island to get a vase from the cabinet above it, Booth finally spotted her.
"Bones!" he grinned and yanked his earbuds from his ears. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a big kiss against her neck. "Happy birthday!"
She squirmed out of his reach and stood on her tiptoes to pull a vase down. "You wished me happy birthday this morning at breakfast," she reminded him with a smile.
"Yeah, so?" he opened his hands in question, then purposefully crowded behind her, reached up and snagged the vase for her.
"And you said happy birthday to me at lunch," she added, unwilling to concede that she wouldn't have been able to eventually reach that vase.
"That's because it's your birthday all day," Booth smiled and turned on the water tap for her.
"I understand the concept of birthdays, Booth," she looked at him from the corner of her eyes as she filled up the vase and then motioned around the kitchen. "What is all this?"
He scoffed. "Your birthday dinner, of course. Jeez, Bones…what'd you think it was?"
She laughed, just as incredulously. "You make it sound like I'm supposed to be aware that you were making me dinner. It's not like you've ever done that for any of my other birthdays. One year you didn't even remember my birthday," she taunted and moved playfully to the other side of the kitchen island.
"We've gone over this, Bones. I was In.A.Coma," he rebutted, placing his large hands on the countertop and still leaning toward her. "I didn't consult the handy little 'What to do on your partner's birthday if you're in a coma' guide, but I'm pretty sure it would have told me I get a free pass, there, little Miss 'I don't care about my actual birthday'. "
She shrugged a shoulder as if to say 'possibly', and he growled, quickly moving around the island. When she let out a tiny squeal and tried to get away, he grabbed her arm and playfully tugged her toward him. She pretended to resist, but he easily cornered her against the fridge. He loved this teasing side of her, especially when it always made her laugh. Usually at her own jokes, but still…he loved it when she laughed, so it all worked out.
Booth grinned and placed his hands to the fridge door on either side of her hips, effectively trapping her. "Hi," his voice was low and sweet.
"Hi," Her eyes were wide on his, as he leaned in further. He didn't touch her at all, just invaded her space, his sexy appeal and magnetism doing all the work for him.
"Now…," he murmured, letting his mouth inch closer to hers. He hid a smile when her eyes dropped to his lips. Her own lips parted in anticipation. "Let's try this again,"
"This?" her hands moved from her sides to his body. The base of her palms rested just above his belt.
"Yes," his lips barely moved as the dimple on his cheek became more pronounced. He was seducing her, his body only centimeters away from hers. She had to look up to maintain eye contact. His eyes were dark brown, gently narrowed with a predatory gleam. "Happy," he whispered just before brushing her mouth with his. His hips shifted toward hers, and their bodies touched from knees to shoulders. "Birthday," another kiss, and this time his belt buckle brushed provocatively against her blouse. "Bones," his mouth captured hers, while his hands remained against the fridge. Their tongues quickly tangled and Brennan ran her hands over his chest.
Her heart thundered, and her pulse went wild. He pressed into her until she felt his hard flat abdomen against her belly through their clothes. Oh.
Her whole body came alive, quivering with the primal awareness only Booth could evoke.
"Bones," he rasped out before he kissed her again and again. His fingers finally tunneled into the hair at the base of her neck, and he kept her head still. He lowered his forehead to hers and his eyes closed, his voice going rough and deep. "You think your birthday's not that important?"
She felt his warm breath on her lips, felt the heat of his anticipation, his urgency, and it sparked her own. Her body was practically melting into his, her nerve endings tingling and alive. She reached around his neck and waist, undoing the apron he had on and letting it fall to the floor between them.
"I'm sorry, baby," he murmured against her mouth, letting her anticipate when he would kiss her next. "But it's important. I'm gonna prove it to you."
He said it so simply, sort of slipping it in there, that it took her a second to realize what he was even talking about. When she did, she blinked, but it was too late.
Booth was already picking her up and walking back to the bedroom, finally kissing her again. He didn't ease into it, but just took her mouth with his.
All objections scattered, and she ran her hands through his hair to keep him in place.
When he recognized her surrender, Booth groaned, low in his throat. He pressed her to the hallway wall—all of his muscled strength pinned against her breasts, belly and between her thighs. Her hands gripped his biceps, and she held on tight, loving the friction already building between them. She wanted…no, needed more.
Brennan shoved her hands between them, quickly unzipping him and then fisting his hard length in her hand in one tight stroke.
"Bones," his forehead fell to her shoulder and he automatically thrust into her hand. She stroked him again, letting her palm circle the head of his cock before sliding all the way back down to the base where she began a slow massage.
"Mmmmmm," he encouraged, but he also picked her back up, carrying her as far as it took to dump her unceremoniously onto their bed. Her hand was still around him, and when she fell backward, her fingers slid off of him so tightly that his body automatically followed her. Booth fell forward, his hands and arms bracketing her body as he pressed his mouth against hers again.
It was her turn to moan in encouragement, and she shoved his pants and boxers all the way down his legs before pulling his shirt up and over his head. As his shirt fell to the floor, Booth realized he was practically naked, and she was still fully clothed. "Oh, no, you don't," he teased, sitting up on his knees and going to work on her own clothes. Once they were both completely naked, he moved her to the center of the bed, his hand rubbing against one of her calves.
"Open your legs for me," he urged, letting his thumb press against the back of her knee.
The touch had the effect of a secret button, and her legs parted easily for his hands. Brennan closed her eyes and spread her legs, luxuriating in the safe vulnerability she had around him. Booth ran his hand up her thighs, and Brennan knew she was already wet, her thighs ready for more pressure from Booth's hand or mouth or cock, whatever he had in mind. He smelled like spice and man…a healthy, hungry man, and she arched against his touch when he gently palmed between her thighs. Her lower folds brushed against the heel of her hand, and the soft pressure was delicious enough to leave her wanting more.
When Booth bent his head and kissed her lips, it was electrifying, and she tried to rotate harder against his hand. He chuckled against her mouth and refused her, kissing his way down her body until he wrapped his lips against her nipple. At the same time, he removed his hand and let his shaft slide into her warm body.
Brennan moaned in pleasure, her body bowing upward toward him. He slid completely out of her, the wet sound mimicked when he released her breast from his mouth. He lightly tongued her skin, nipping her with his teeth until he reached her other breast, where he repeated the motion, sucking her there and sliding into her below, only to pull himself away from both spots, leaving her wet and achy everywhere.
"Booth," she gasped when he scraped his teeth along the underside of her nipple.
"Bones," he acknowledged, and then let his cheek rub against her skin. "What's it gonna take for you to admit that today is important?"
She paused and let out a small groan, having completely forgotten that he was trying to prove something to her.
"Hmmm?" he teased, rimming her other nipple with the tip of his tongue. "I bet you know how crazy it makes me when you don't think stuff about you is important."
"It's just a day," she arched beneath him when he quickly slid himself inside and out of her. She noticed that his exit was slower than before, and she sensed he was on the edge too.
"No," his breath was warm against her neck. He gave her a small tiny lick against her throat and then blew a cool stream of breath there. The sensation was like a line of heat, running past her nipples and down to where she was wet and throbbing for him. "It's not," he repeated the motion.
Brennan clasped his hips in her hands and began to writhe beneath him, brushing up against his cock and tempting him. "Okay, okay, just please get inside me, Booth. Please," she began and needy little bump and grind, practically coating the underside of his penis with her arousal. "Please," she begged again, opening wide eyes on him.
Booth was powerless to resist, and he shoved into her, his neck arching back at the same time. He rose up to his knees and palmed her backside, lifting her up to take his full thrusts.
Brennan writhed on the bed beneath him, stretching her arms over her head and letting the pleasure rock over her in waves. "Faster," she panted, reaching forward until she could hang on to his shoulders with her hands. Booth lifted her until he was straddling him, and he pistoned up into her over and over.
"Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm," she bit her bottom lip and then convulsed around him, her wet pussy pulling his orgasm from him too.
"Ah, yeah," he grunted. "Oh yeah, fuck yeah," he palmed her backside and continued to thrust until they were both spent and falling back against the bed.
Brennan let out a breathy laugh and traced her fingers over his shoulder. "Happy Birthday to me,"
Booth snorted a laugh and moved until he was covering her. "I'm glad you liked your gift. It was…" he froze and then moved off of her in a hurry. "Damn it!"
Brennan watched as he raced toward the kitchen. She admired his hard backside and the burst of energy he seemed to have. She was still feeling lethargic and relaxed against her pillow, but when she heard him curse again, she frowned and followed him to the kitchen.
"What's the matter," she started to ask, but the evidence was clearly there when he pulled out the dinner he'd made for her to reveal it was completely burned and inedible.
"Damn it," he cursed again, and tossed the pan to the stovetop.
"It's okay, Booth," Brennan walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"No, it's not…" he stared down at her. "I got distracted." He was pouting, and he was naked, and she thought he was adorable, so she smiled and kissed his chest.
"We both did," she acknowledged, running her thumb against the spot she'd kissed. "Let's just order pizza."
"What?" he balked. "Pizza?" he groaned when she pulled him back into their bedroom and tossed a pair of boxers toward him. "Pizza is not special for your birthday."
"We had pizza for your birthday," she argued.
"Well, yeah," he grumbled, sliding into a t-shirt. "But I love pizza."
She laughed. "I love pizza too,"
"No you don't," he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. "You might like it, but mostly you just have it because it's what I'm having."
"Well," her head tilted to the side, and she didn't quite meet his eyes as she traced a soft pattern against his chest. "Maybe I just love having what you're having."
"Mmmm," from his tone, she could tell that he kinda liked that, but he still complained a bit. "What we're supposed to be having is the perfect dinner."
Her eyes did meet his, and she smiled. "I don't need the perfect dinner."
Booth leaned down and kissed her mouth. "Which is precisely why I wanted to make it for you."
She smiled against his lips. "Maybe you should consult the informative instructional manual document on what to do if you burn the dinner you've prepared for the woman you love," she teased.
Trust Bones to turn the word 'guide' into a four word thing, he thought. But he also liked the way the words 'woman you love' sounded from her lips. He knew she loved him, and he knew that she knew he loved her, but this was the first time she'd ever referred to herself as the woman he loved. "Hmmm," he pretended to consider and placed another kiss against her lips. "Perhaps I will have to check that one out. Sounds like a good read."
"It is," she claimed, and gazed up at him with false seriousness. "I think it would probably inform you to order a pizza."
Booth barked out a laugh and a resigned sigh. "Fine, but we're at least getting a salad on the side," he insisted. "It's your birthday, after all."
Brennan laughed and allowed herself to be tugged by him back out to the living room. They plopped on the couch, and she watched as he ordered their dinner. When he closed his phone, she saw he was a little shy, and she moved up to his lap, kissing him softly. "Thanks for dinner, Booth."
His eyes drooped a bit at having her so near. "My pleasure, Bones. My pleasure. Happy birthday."
"Thank you," she kissed him again and again until their dinner arrived.
-b&b-