Chapter 4

Booth returned to the living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. He had expected her to be dressed when he came back because he had changed into jeans and a shirt, but she was still on the couch, as bare-breasted as he'd left her, nipples erect from the cold now instead of from his touch. He stared at her for a moment and when he realized what he was doing, he blushed and looked down at his feet. Brennan smiled at his display of embarrassment, wondering if he understood that he was allowed to look at her any way he wanted now, to ogle her, even. It pleased her when he had stared at her, now more than ever before. Her heart fluttered as she felt his eyes on her once again and if her scientific brain hadn't dismissed it, she would have sworn that her skin tingled where his eyes went. "You've seen me like this before. There's no need to blush," she told him, completely lacking the self-consciousness that other women would have displayed.

"I know," Booth replied, crossing the room and sitting down beside her on the couch. "But would it have killed you to slip on a shirt," he asked as his hands found her hips and pulled her closer.

"Killed me? Certainly not. Why would it have killed – "

Booth sealed her lips with his own for a moment, then pulled back. "You're cold," he murmured, letting his right hand glide gently down between her breasts to her stomach. He drew soft circles against her silky skin, letting his fingers dip into her navel occasionally. "I don't want you to get sick," he said as she moaned softly.

He observed her as he teased her, felt her breath quicken against his cheek, heard her soft moans as if they'd been amplified a thousand times before finding their way to his ear. Her eyes fluttered shut and Booth, unable to wait any longer, passionately pressed his lips to hers once again. Her tongue grazed his as he pressed her against him and she rocked her body from side to side so that his hand would stroke faster. Her hardened buds grazed the fabric of his shirt as he lay her down on the old blue couch. He sat up and used both hands to explore her chest and her stomach, listening carefully to each and every moan that escaped her lips. The loudest ones came as his hands brushed just above her left hip bone before dipping into her navel and then grazing the undersides of her breasts as he sucked on her throat and caressed her nipples. Her hands flew to the back of his head as he sucked on her breast and her hips bucked frantically as his tongue dipped into her navel.

"I'm quite warm now," she assured him breathlessly. For the second time that day, he had her in a state of arousal unlike anything she'd ever experienced and they still had their clothes on! It was simply unbelievable. Every time he touched her, she thought she couldn't possibly get more excited and that she would finally burst, but then he would seek out another spot and her excitement continued to grow. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to touch him, to glide her hands all over his body, and finally to have him inside her. It didn't matter if she orgasmed or not; just the thought of bringing him to climax was enough gratification. They could take their time another day. They could experiment and try everything they needed to try then if only he would hurry this along and come inside her right now.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Booth kissed his way up her stomach and over her chest until he was face to face with her. "Why don't we go in the bedroom?" he suggested with a sheepish smile. "There's more room." She found herself unable to say anything as she stared into his big brown eyes, so she kissed him in response. She didn't protest when he rolled off of her and scooped her up in his arms. Every word of protest she would normally have uttered flew from her head as he kissed her again, carrying her through the apartment to his bedroom. He lowered her gently to the bed, then stood back, enjoying the sight of her there. "Ready, Bones?" he grinned.

She shook her head, looking dazed. "No," she replied, raising her eyes to meet his. Her voice sounded much less confident than she would have liked it to be.

"No?" Booth repeated, amused.

"First, you have to lose the shirt. It's unfair and I am no longer willing to accept it," she explained, grinning, as she propped herself up on her arms as she nodded in the direction of his shirt-covered chest. He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, cocky smile still firmly in place. Seeing him like this made her happy in a way she couldn't comprehend because there was nothing special to be happy about. She had seen many men unbutton a shirt, but never before had it made her this giddy. "Strip for me, stud," she giggled, blue eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Stud? You spend way too much time with Angela," he laughed, shaking his head as he slipped off his shirt and gave it a twirl before throwing it on the floor. His undershirt went next and he even undid the first button on his jeans before he winked at he rand settled won next to her on the bed. "Hey, fair is fair," he grinned when her forehead wrinkled in disappointment.

"But…" She started to protest but closed her eyes and kissed him back when he pressed his lips to hers. Now that his shirt was off, she could finally let her hands wander over his upper body. Her fingers slid easily over his chest, his back, his stomach. She smiled as his muscles clenched beneath her fingertips when she stumbled upon a ticklish spot. Her hands wandered over to his pants and he stopped her by placing his hand over hers. He said nothing, so she let her hand rest against his lower abdomen, even when he gently pushed her back and hovered over her, picking up where he'd left off when the phone had rung. Placing his lips against the soft skin of her belly, he let his tongue slide into her navel and she gasped in surprise at the arousal she suddenly felt. His lips didn't wander up this time but down, taking her pants and panties along with them. He let them fall to the floor and took her right foot in hand, biting softly into her big toe, a move that made her gasp in surprise again. His lips barely touching her skin, he kissed up her leg and as he neared the apex, her hands flew to his hair as she tried to place him where she wanted him.

He shook his head, his light stubble grazing her inner thighs before he moved back down to the end of the bed. He repeated the moves on her left leg and as he sucked a bit on her left hipbone, she writhed on the bed, eyes closed tightly and legs spread, her hands massaging her own breasts in a desperate attempt to finally reach completion. Booth rested his cheek against her thigh, watching her hands for a moment before replacing them with his own. "Like this?" he asked huskily as he gently tweaked her nipples with his fingers, his breath hot on her stomach.

"Yeah," she whispered, eyes still closed, as she covered his hands with hers.

"Show me," he requested, lacing his fingers through hers before sliding their joined hands down to her stomach. "Show me how to touch you; show me how you touch yourself," he whispered, blowing gently on her heated skin. Without hesitating, Brennan moved their joined hands directly to where she was aching to be touched. Booth scooted further down, resting his cheek against her thigh to watch. "You're wet," he murmured, nibbling on her thigh as their joined fingers stroked her heated core. She established a slow rhythm, stroking her enlarged bud before dipping their fingers into her wet opening. "We're partners, Bones, we're working together. We're sharing work," he said, dipping two of their fingers into her, making her groan. "You're working here for now," he said, sliding their fingers almost all the way out before pushing them slowly back in, "and I'm doing this," he continued, licking her once before sucking on her clit without warning. Her hips rose, she nearly bucked off the bed, and a loud moan filled the room. He didn't stop but sucked her harder, and she moaned with every suck, every synchronized movement of their fingers.

Brennan recognized the tightening in her belly despite her limited experience with it. She knew it would happen. I'll make it, she thought, and it was at that very moment she felt the arousal diminish. No! she screamed in her head. Her body tensed as panic swept over her and her eyes flew open.

"Close your eyes, Bones," Booth instructed without looking up, and she wondered how he knew. She obliged and tried to relax, waiting for further guidance. "Concentrate on our fingers. Can you feel them?" he asked. She nodded, concentrating on the feelings their fingers evoked. "Can you feel how wet you are? You're so beautiful, Bones," he went on. "And you taste so good," he told her, teasing her love bud with the tip of his tongue. "Do you want my tongue on you?" he asked as she raised her hips against his mouth.

"Please," she whimpered as the teasing continued.

"Shhh…It's all right, I'm right here," he replied, moving their fingers away from her opening and placing her hand on her stomach. "I want more of you," he said. "I want to taste you." And then he entered her with his tongue and began stroking her clit with his thumb. But she couldn't keep her hand on her stomach; it was simply too much. She grasped his hair with her left hand and clutched the blanket with her right, spreading her knees as wide as she could and planting her feet on the comforter. Guttural moans and nonsensical words exploded from her mouth, her volume increasing. This time she didn't think, couldn't think about what he was doing to her. She wanted more, faster, deeper. She wanted him inside of her, yet didn't want him to stop even for a second. She tried to tell him but words failed her. He had set her on fire down there and the fire was traveling higher, up to her stomach. Her toes tingled and bursts of light flashed like fireworks behind closed eyelids. She groaned loudly when he removed his fingers and moaned even louder when his fingers suddenly reentered her as he covered her clit with his mouth again. Her hips bucked to the same rhythm he was using but she neither noticed nor cared.

And then she climaxed. She screamed when he bit gently down on her clit and couldn't stop. She heard her moans and groans echoing through the room as she rode out her orgasm on his fingers, his tongue still stimulating her. "Booth," she groaned huskily once she found her voice. "Booth…Oh, God, please," she said, not really knowing what she was asking for. She was still writhing, waves of pleasure crashing over her, yet she wanted something else, something more. She wanted him, needed him inside of her. Now. He seemed to know and stopped. Her eyes were still closed and her breath still labored as he came back to her and covered her body with his own, softly kissing her nose, her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally, as he slid inside of her, her lips. He could feel her contracting around him, her orgasm not yet fully over, and he waited, not moving, teasing her tongue with his, letting her taste herself on his lips.

Her hands on his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her, were his sign to move. He went slowly, sliding all the way out before moving back in deep. She opened her eyes as she moved with him, their eyes locked on each other as he made love to her. He knew this orgasm had been everything he could have hoped for, yet he wanted more. He wanted them to reach that pinnacle together but he knew he was too far gone to wait much longer. Tasting her, seeing her climax had aroused him so much that the hour-long lovemaking he'd longed for would have to happen another time. "Oh, Temperance," he groaned as her inner muscles squeezed and massaged him. He had to pick up the pace before he lost what little of his self-control remained.

"Oh, yeah, like that," she moaned, digging her fingernails into his butt as he went deeper, faster. She wrapped her legs around his, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting all the right places inside her. Once again, she was beyond all reason, all logic, all thought. If this was what it was like not to think, then she never wanted to think again. She trusted Booth and that trust allowed her to shut off her brain at long last and enjoy every second, safe in the knowledge that Booth would neither hurt her nor allow anything bad to happen.

Brennan wrapped her arms around his neck as tight as she could has the tingling began again. She couldn't believe it. Booth felt the first waves of her orgasm hit her as her muscles grabbed his shaft and he couldn't stop himself from coming. He thrust himself into her as deep as he could get, spilling inside of her as loud moans drowned out hoarse groans.

Their frantic movements slowed as they came down from their high. The sounds of labored breathing filled the now silent room as they clung to each other, neither of them wanting to move. Finally able to think again, Booth, afraid of crushing her, rolled them over so that Brennan was on top. "That…We…I…" she started, trailing off as her pleasure-addled brain impaired her ability to form a proper sentence.

"I think we solved your problem," Booth smiled, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"I knew you would," she smiled, leaning forward to kiss him softly.

"We, Bones, we did," he pointed out, kissing her back. "You're gonna stay tonight, right?" he asked, planting a kiss on her nose as he drew lazy circles on her back.

"Of course. We need to prove that we really solved the problem and the only way to find out is through further research," she replied before they both erupted in laughter, not really knowing why.

The End