Chapter 3: We should…

"I think we should have sex," Brennan said bluntly and was surprised when Booth's mouth fell open and he gaped at her once again. It wasn't as if she hadn't said it before. "Not just to help me with my problem but because it is only logical. When two people meet and develop certain feelings for each other that are caused by pheromones and their compatibility they will sooner or later copulate. Whether or not one or both of them reach their climax anthropologically speaking isn't important because..:" she explained but didn't get farther than that because Booth interrupted her.

"Is this your way of saying that we should date?" he asked and looked curiously at her, a small smile on his face.

"Yes, that's what I just said," she replied and nodded as if it was the most obvious thing. She looked him right into the eyes to see what he was thinking, but for once he was the mysterious one and she was the one who had put herself out there. It was a new and strange situation for her because this wasn't simply a physical thing, It was one thing to get rejected for your looks and your body but it was another to get rejected by the person who knows you best in the world. There was no going back though and if it came down to a rational argument she was sure she would win it. On her way to his apartment she had mentally prepared herself with arguments that were pro relationship and she also had made up several contra- relationship arguments so she could bash them as soon as he brought them up.

She wasn't really sure how she had gone from wanting him as a sexual partner to wanting a real relationship, but at some time during the ten minute drive to his apartment she had realized that she didn't want him only in her bed. He had crossed the line with his confession just as much as she had, if not even more so. He had indirectly admitted that he wanted a relationship with her- at least that's what her thorough analysis of his sentence had shown.

"Why?" Booth asked and had to keep himself from grinning like a fool. He could see in her eyes that she was nervous and Temperance Brennan wouldn't be nervous if she would simply offer a sexual relationship to someone. This was serious and she was serious and he could feel his heart beating faster by the mere thought of it. He knew by now that the line he had once talked about was long crossed and there was no way going back behind it. He wondered slightly how she had come to the conclusion that she wanted him as her partner in life and not only as her work-partner. He didn't ask though because her detailed scientific explanation would surely make his head hurt.

"Because it is the only thing that makes sense," she started and by the sound of her voice he knew that she had prepared herself for that speech and would probably go on and on about it from an anthropological point of view. He looked at her while she launched into the talk he had already anticipated but didn't really listen to her. He took her in and stared at her moving lips, her agitated gestures with her hands and her eyes that were looking everywhere but at him. At one point he just couldn't take it anymore, couldn't keep himself from touching her. He slid closer to her on the couch which she didn't seem to notice and before he could talk himself out of it he closed her mouth with his and kissed her softly.

Her lips were warm and soft and tasted like cherries what surprised him. He hadn't taken her for one of those women who used scented lip-gloss, but obviously he had been mistaken.

"Cinnamon," he muttered against her lips when he remembered what that other taste was. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed, her lips now slightly open and he could feel her breath against his own lips. He closed the distance between them once again and his own eyes fluttered close when he felt the tip of her tongue against his lips. They were sitting beside each other on the couch, only their lips and tongues softly touching. However she craved more contact and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His thigh pressed against hers and his right hand went to her waist while his left found its way into her hair, his fingers glided through her lose curls. The towel that had been wrapped around his neck fell to the couch while her arms wrapped more tightly around him. Their tongues danced slowly and every now and then she would moan softly, nearly whimper or he would make a sound deep in his throat that sounded like a growl.

She couldn't even think anymore. Her brain didn't seem to work the way it was supposed to. She tried to remember the last time a kiss had felt that way but then his tongue would brush against hers or tease the top of her mouth, brush against her lips and every clear thought flew from her mind. Had a kiss ever felt that way?

This not thinking thing scared and excited her at the same time. Usually her head worked just fine when she was with a man and she could strategically plan what she would do next. Where should her hands go, how passionate should she kiss him and which way should she best tilt her head? All she could do this time however was feeling without the slightest bit of control over her actions or her feelings.

Their kiss got more and more passionate and she realized at one point that she clung to him and nearly had somehow ended up sideways on his lap. Had she sat down there by herself? Or had he been the aggressor and had pulled her onto his lap? Another question she had no answer to and when his hand slipped under the bottom of her shirt she couldn't even remember anymore if they were in her apartment or in his. And it didn't even matter, because all that mattered was their kiss, their bodies and the feelings that came with it.

Booth was the one that broke the kiss at one point. His right hand was millimeters away from her bra and she was moving her hips in rhythmical circles on his lap already. They were fully clothed and out of breath when he broke the kiss. She stopped the movements of her hips and slowly opened her eyes. She found his brown ones staring back at her with a mixture of arousal, confusion and something she couldn't really place. It made her nervous that he was looking at her without saying anything and she tried to get her breathing under control.

Her thoughts went suddenly into overdrive. Kiss-lips- lipstick- soft- bacteria- fluid- sex- pregnancy- pill- health, at least slightly in that order, with much more words in between and with terms that Booth would need a dictionary to understand. When she couldn't stand his silent stare anymore she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

"I don't have any illnesses. I mean I am healthy. No Aids, no tripper, syphilis or any other genital diseases or illnesses that can be passed by the fluid exchanged during intercourse. My gynecologist did tests and everything is like it should be. My hormone levels are ok, I just never orgasm when I am with a man but that has nothing to do with any illnesses," she rambled and stopped when he chuckled softly and hugged her to him.

"Maybe it was just the wrong guy," he said then and his trademark cocky grin graced his face.

"GuyS, there were guys and it never worked. Sully tried, like really tried but it didn't work. My first sexual partner was always done before I could even get close and most didn't even notice. Sully got so obsessed with it that in the end I just faked it so he would just stop," she admitted with a sad smile. "It's not like I don't get into the mood. It's just that I never climax," she shrugged sadly and looked up at him.

"Bones, please don't talk about your sexual experience with other guys," Seeley groaned and rested his cheek against her hair.

"You knew I am not a virgin," she replied and leaned her head back against his chest. They enjoyed the closeness for a moment and it was Booth who broke the silence this time.

"Can I ask you something very personal?" he asked because he had thought about it ever since she had mentioned her problem.

"You mean more personal than me telling you that I never climax?" she smiled and looked up at him.

"Probably. I am just wondering if you get there when you're…you know… doing it yourself," he replied, blushed and averted her eyes by looked down and concentrating intensely on his feet.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "My gynecologist thinks that maybe I just can't relax when I am with a guy. So far I always thought I was relaxed, but obviously I wasn't, I don't know," she replied honestly and looked helpless.

"You know, why don't we take this slow? If your doctor is right you have to trust completely in order for us to solve your problem," he said, leaned back against the couch and pulled her with him.

"I trust you," she replied without hesitation and with a confidence that made him smile. He kissed her softly for her answer and pulled back before they could get carried away again. He thought he saw a slight pout on her face that was quickly replaced by a smile.

"Let's eat something first and then maybe… I don't know...We can watch a movie or something, what do you think?" he asked and looked at her with those huge brown eyes of his. How could she say no to that?

"Ok," she simply nodded and sought his lips with her own again to get one more kiss before he would have to cook them dinner.

~*~

While they were eating the omelets that Booth had made the tension that had filled the room slowly disappeared and their usual banter had started. They were comfortable sitting side by side on his blue couch, watching Cartoon network and eating their food. Nothing had changed except that they were sitting a bit closer than they had done before and occasionally they would just look at each other and smile. Every so often they exchanged those long, deep looks, something they had done multiple times before over the table in the diner. Their faces got closer and the look more intense however now they leaned in and exchanged a quick kiss before going back to their meal.

"You know, it is simply impossible that the coyote would survive that explosion," Temperance remarked at one point.

"While he would survive being run over by a train, crashed by an anvil or fallen from approximately 200 feet?" Booth replied and raised his eyebrows.

"The fall he wouldn't survive. However depending on the exact impact angle of the anvil he could…" Brennan started and Booth used his new powers to shut her up- he kissed her.

"There is no way I'll let you analyze that cartoon. It's for kids Bones," he said when he pulled back.

„So it's good for kids to think coyotes hunt with dynamite and dangerous traps?" she asked and wrinkled her forehead as she always did when she disagreed. Booth looked down at her with amusement. He wouldn't seriously argue with her today, not after what they had both revealed earlier. She looked back at him, waiting for a comeback he wouldn't give her. Finally he just shook his head and kissed her forehead softly, exactly where the small dent had appeared.

"Is that your new way of saying that I have a point?" she asked him when he pulled back and he could see a playful twinkle in her eyes.

"No, that is my new way of saying 'No way I am going to argue with the crazy doctor'," he replied with a smile.

"Crazy doctor? Makes me sound like a lunatic in a horror movie," she snorted.

"One: Since when do you know any movies and two: When the shoe fits…," he teased her and groaned when she punched him lightly in the rips. "There is no way I can take care of your problem when you break my rips before," he said and rubbed his side with a pitiful look on his face.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," she laughed.

"Maybe you should kiss it to make it better," he grinned.

"Kissing it wouldn't make it better. If it would be actually bruised then kissing it would…" she once again missed his point so he just placed one hand over her mouth to shut her up.

"Believe me kissing would really make it better," he told her, took his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips. This kiss was more passionate than the ones before and the hesitation that had been present before was gone. Quickly it got more heated and their tongues danced faster and faster. He couldn't hold his hand on her waist still anymore and his hand slipped under her shirt, stroked over the soft skin of her stomach and in a bolder move up to her breasts. Through the bra he could feel her nipples harden when as he let his palm glided over it. He could feel her pressing her breasts into his hand and he moved his right leg in between hers and then pulled her onto his lap. By now she had both hands on his face, as if to keep him from pulling back and breaking the kiss. She could feel him harden under her and moaned at the feel of him. It was so good to feel his hands on her, his erection against her thigh and his tongue in her mouth. When the lack of air became a problem and they had to break the deep kiss she used the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head and let her hand glide over the naked skin of his toned chest.

He nibbled on her earlobe and pressed wet kisses against the skin of her throat while his hands had pushed her bra up and found the uncovered skin of her breasts. He massaged her hard nipples softly between his thumbs and his index fingers, made her moan out loud.

"Wasn't I supposed to kiss it?" she asked breathlessly before peppering soft kisses from his chin over his cheeks, down his throats and to his chest.

"Here?" she asked and kissed his right nipple softly. "Or here?" she pressed her lips against the rips on his left side. "Or deeper?" she wanted to know and dipped her tongue in is navel what made him groan loudly and thrust up his hips against her.

"God Bones you're killing me and we haven't even started yet," he said through gritted teeth, lay down sideways on the couch and pulled her on top of him.

"I don't think waiting will work. I want you," she replied and circled her hips against him while his lips found his once again. The breathless kiss was only broken for a moment when he pulled her shirt over her head and then they were back, their naked chests pressed against each other, his hands on her butt, squeezing her cheeks rhythmically with their grinding motions while she couldn't stop gliding her hands over his strong arms and the part of his chest she had access to.

With one quick move he flipped them over so he was on top of her, pressing his groin to hers while he tried opening her jeans at the same time- not really working. She was more successful in slipping her hands underneath the waistband of his jogging pants and boxers to find his butt cheeks.

"Please tell me this is real," he whispered when he looked down at her exposed chest for the first time. He had felt her breasts in his hands before but he hadn't looked at her yet. Now that he saw the soft and smooth white skin with the dark nipples he couldn't help but stare.

"This is real," she replied breathlessly when he placed a kiss on her left breast before sucking lightly at her nipple. "As is this ringing phone," she groaned when she realized that there was a phone ringing. Booth stopped and leaned his forehead against her chest before he slowly got off the couch.

"I have to answer that, that's Parker. His daily goodnight call," he said apologetically and went into the kitchen where the phone was lying on the counter. Brennan slowly sat up as well and looked down at her exposed breasts with the erected nipples that were glistening with wetness from Booth's ministrations. She didn't know when she had been that turned on the last time and they still had their pants on. Tonight would be the night- there was no way in hell they could wait any longer.

TBC