So the votes are in, and we've ended up at Booth's. Those who said 'anywhere so long as there is a bed' might be disappointed ... I do hope not though. We'll make it to a bed, eventually.
I still haven't decided how long this will be, I have ideas for at least two more chapters so we'll have to see!
His fingers interlacing hers, Booth led her into his apartment. He hadn't been expecting female company and was suddenly self-conscious of his mess – normal bachelor stuff, he told himself: a few dirty dishes here, a couple dirty socks there. Brennan was clearly too wet or too cold to notice, and just hovered in the doorway, hand dropping away from his.
"You're too quiet." Booth stepped back from her, as his words seemingly hovered in the air between them.
"I…" she failed to form scrambled thoughts into sentences. She … what? She refused to vocalise that she was nervous – he'd been there countless times when she'd stared fear in the eye, and listened while she'd bragged about her sex life (although, she thought, was it really bragging if everything she said had been fact?). There was no chance she'd admit the thought of being with Booth after all this time scared her.
He watched her, waiting for an answer.
"Yes…" he prodded at her with his words, a cheeky grin desperate to crack across his face; it wasn't often the great Dr Brennan was lost for words.
"I'm cold, Booth." She huffed a reply. "And wet. Neither is conducive to meaningful conversation."
Watching her grow flustered did nothing to quench the fire still burning low in his belly. Brennan, on the other hand, found her mood rapidly worsening. The plan wasn't working out the way she'd envisaged and, it was true, she was still wet and cold. A frown settled over her face and she crossed her arms in front of her to stifle a shiver. She may not believe in psychology, but her body language was letting on more than she realised – she was pissed off. With what, exactly, she wasn't completely sure.
Booth hadn't failed to notice the shift in her mood. He approached her again, standing almost unbearably close to her.
"I'm sorry Bones." His fingers swiped wet strands of hair from her forehead in a gesture he'd never have dared before today. "I was only teasing." He didn't even try to hide the sadness in his voice as his thumb moved softly across her cheek. "I'll find something dry for you to wear."
And with that, he was gone, leaving her struggling to comprehend her thoughts. She wanted this, right? And she was sure he did too. So why did it feel wrong, forced even? Brennan felt weak, something she resented more than any other of the conflicting emotions she felt right now. Kicking off her shoes, she walked lightly to his bathroom. She slid the door closed behind her, but made sure to leave it open just enough.
She stood over his sink, hands spread, palms relishing the coolness of the tiled surface. She allowed her eyes to close, drawing in several deep breaths. The air smelled undeniably Boothy and she felt as if she were swimming, drowning even, in a sea of him. And with that thought, all the confidence she'd felt in the rain came flooding over her, and she saw, with a newfound clarity, what it was she wanted.
"Bones?" She heard his voice from somewhere in the apartment.
"Marco." She called by way of a reply, knowing he'd get the reference - he'd seemingly never forgotten any detail, no matter how small, especially when it came to her personal life.
"Polo." He appeared at the bathroom door, sliding it open slowly. Smiling a gentle smile at her, he raised his hands slightly to reveal what looked to be sweatpants and a t-shirt. "These were the smallest I could find."
She saw him fidget nervously as he placed them on the counter by the sink. "There's a towel too. So you can shower. If you want." Booth chastised himself – yes, okay, a beautiful woman was about to get naked in his bathroom, but he had no right to get flustered by that.
"I'll be outside." He smiled another small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as he turned to leave.
"Booth?" Her voice soft and gentle, he stopped walking but daren't turn back towards her.
"Aren't you cold too?"
He spun on the spot, mouth agape.
She smiled a crooked grin at him before closing the distance between them and claiming his lips with a fury. His hands rose to cup her face, as his tongue explored the corners of her mouth, drinking in her taste. She clawed at his back, nails digging into him through the damp shirt he wore.
Dragging herself away from his lips, she stepped back slightly and her fingers gravitated to his tie, pulling it loose before whisking it over his head. She met his gaze, finding it full of lust and eager anticipation. Trailing her lips along his jaw line, her fingers began to make light work of his buttons. The moment his shirt fell open, her hands were pushed flush against his skin. She could feel his racing pulse and ragged breaths as she began covering his well-defined muscles in kisses. Running her hands up to his shoulders, she flicked the material down his arms and it was gone.
She fell back into his lips, hungry for more. This time, he was the one fumbling at buttons, desperate to release her from her wet blouse, his fingers shaking with arousal. His primal urge overcame him and Booth gave in to frustration, pulling the blouse open wide, the remaining buttons now dancing across his bathroom floor. She gasped at his need for her.
"It was ruined anyway." He defended. Pulling her arms away from him, she tossed the crumpled fabric to the floor before once again returning to his lips. Now that she'd started kissing him, it seemed torture to be separated from his lips.
His arms wrapped around her, unfastening her bra clasp with much more dexterity that he'd shown the buttons – the sight of her almost-bare breasts filling him with a delicious confidence, and tightening his pants no end.
The clasp undone, the straps fell from her shoulders; the only thing keeping the bra in place was his chest against hers. Pushing herself back from him just slightly, the final barrier between their chests fell away.
His eyes seemed to turn several shades darker as she watched him watching her; he licked his lips unconsciously. Her breasts rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Booth ducked his head down and took a pink nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it lazily. She gasped at the sensation and dug her nails into his shoulders for support.
He sucked and tugged at her hard nipple with expertise, drinking in her taste and loving the power he held over her. His hand drifted between her thighs and rubbed her over her pants. She bucked into his hand, knees seeming to grow weak at the dual attack from her partner.
Booth trailed kisses from her breast, over her stomach, to the waistband of her pants. His nimble fingers flicked at her button and he lowered the fly. He slipped his hand under her pants and gave her a gentle stroke through her cotton briefs. They were already sodden, and the warm smell of her arousal implied that the rain wasn't totally to blame.
"Booth…" She moaned his name, desperate to kiss him again but seemingly helpless to even pretend she wanted him to stop.
His stroking became firmer as her pants fell around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she spread her legs wider as he drew delicate figure-of-eights over her mound, still working atop her panties.
Her fingers knotted in his hair as Booth drew her ever closer to the orgasm brewing in her belly, and he'd yet to touch her directly. She moaned again as he swished his tongue along the upper edge of her underwear.
Gripping his biceps, she pulled him back up to meet her, chests pushing together tightly, the bulge in his pants pressing delightfully hard against her stomach. She pushed him backwards until he was up against the wall. It struck him with force and drew an 'oomph' from his lips. Brennan continued, unperplexed.
She dotted kisses across his well-formed torso; his muscle definition really was quite perfect. Working lower, she kissed at the faint patch of hair protruding from his pants. In an instant, she'd undone his pants and pushed them over the mound of his ass, letting them fall down around his ankles.
Hooking her fingers under the elastic of his boxers, Brennan whipped them down too; finally releasing the erection she'd been waiting for. She breathed deep and a smile spread across her face as he let out a moan.
She gripped him lightly, curling her fingers around his length. Brennan began pumping him very slowly and he leaned into the wall behind him. Looking up, she found his eyes were closed, head dropped back, his breathing growing erratic. Her grasp around him tightened but she maintained her agonisingly slow rhythm. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue over the head of his throbbing member. Booth's eyes flew open just in time to see her closing her lips around him – the sight alone almost enough to make him cum on the spot.
"Oh fuck." Booth let out a groan as her pace increased, working him harder now.
"Bones…" It was little more than a whisper, she barely heard it; her own heart beat racing between her ears.
"Bones!" There was desperation in his voice now. "Stop! I'm gunna … oh god!" She bit at him, and it sent Booth hurtling towards the finish line. His stomach quivered.
Pulling her mouth away from him just for a moment, she spoke, between kisses to his thigh.
"Let it go." Kiss. "I want …" Kiss. "… To taste you …" Kiss. "… When you ..." Kiss. "... loose control."
Her words washed over him, head falling against the wall again, as she took him back into the warmth of her mouth. Closing her lips around him, she began to hum gently, and Booth knew he wouldn't be able to keep from climaxing, even if he wanted to.
She sucked at him with the perfect combination of teeth and lips, one hand working his shaft, the other fondling his balls. Lightening flew through him as he came with force, and true to her word, she swallowed every drop, working him slower as the orgasm passed, every muscle in his body seeming to contract at once.
She caressed him until the shaking subsided. Looking up at him, his face was damp with sweat, palms spread wide against the wall for support, his breathing fast and shallow.
"Fuck Bones, that was …" his brain couldn't summon a worthy adjective. "Fuck."
Both amused and aroused by his complete lack of brain function, she stood up, pushing herself flush against him, nipping at his neck with her teeth.
"Yea?" She teased, tugging at his earlobe.
"Yea!" His breathing had begun to return to normal and the tingling in his limbs had started to fade.
He hooked a finger beneath her chin and pulled her in to meet him. Booth kissed her passionately, his tongue practically forcing its way into her mouth, needing to feel her warmth again. He could taste a saltiness on her tongue. Wrapping his arms around her, Booth pulled her in tight, their bodies seeming to blur into one.
Moving his hands to cup her ass, Booth lifted her clean off the floor. Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips as he raised them into the shower. Setting her feet down gently on the cold floor, he turned to work the shower. Brennan whisked off her final shred of clothing, tossing her panties onto the pile on the floor.
The shower started with a jolt, cold water gushing over them. She yelped as it ran down her bare back. She punched at his chest playfully.
"You're supposed to be warming me up, remember?" Her eyes twinkled playfully as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the water warming now.
He pushed her back under the full flow of the water. It cascaded down around them as he claimed her lips. Steam rose around them, their tongues met with fury.
"I thought you needed cooling down, before I get you all hot again."
Audience Interaction: What does Booth serve for a midnight snack?
(I was a bit vague last time I guess, it's not a test, I'm after suggestions :p )