Okay so here's chapter three. I was a little disappointed I didn't get many 'Booth midnight snack' suggestions, but this chapter already got crazy long anyway, so may be that was a good thing! They may make an appearance in a later chapter, I guess you'll have to keep reading and see!
Thanks to a blissfully quiet day at work, chapter four is almost complete as well, so it should be up before too long :D
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Water gushed over them as his hands explored her body, lips not parting even for a second. His fingers brushed lightly across her back, tracing the outline of her shoulder blades until they met at the ridge of her spine. Following the trail, his hands moved down her flawless back before landing on her ass.
Brennan's touch lingered at his hips. She longed to survey the vast areas of him she'd never been allowed to touch before, but feared her legs wouldn't hold her much longer.
Moving his digits tantalisingly slowly, Booth passed around to her front, griping the tops of her thighs, his thumbs stroking at her well-groomed patch of hair. Shifting her sideways, it was Brennan's turn to find herself pushed up against a wall. His lips parted from hers, instead paying her neck attention. Booth moved one large hand to cup her breast while the other plunged between her thighs. Once again her legs seemed to automatically spread wider as he slowly teased at her folds. His touch was soft and gentle as he dragged a singer finger up the length of her opening, drawing her moisture upwards to circle her clit.
She gasped as a single finger entered her, leaning forwards into his shoulder when a second joined it a moment later. Increasing the rhythm of his fingers, Booth pumped into her harder. She bit into him as his thumb began applying tiny circles of pressure to her clit, and it wasn't many more thrusts of his fingers before she felt the tell tale signs of orgasm brewing low in her belly.
Her heart rate quickened, her breathing grew shallow, and a sense of impending pleasure washed over her. She let out a whimper as the powerful orgasm took hold, leaving her literally shaking in his arms.
Booth stilled his fingers, leaving them inside her while she came back down. He made slow strokes of her inner walls, while peppering her face with sweet kisses. Practically falling against him, she nestled into his chest. Booth withdrew his fingers slowly as she began to regain her composure. He whispered into her hair:
"Years I've been wanting to make you come Bones. Years." Spent from his own climax barely 15 minutes ago, Booth already felt himself hardening against her leg. He brought his soiled fingers up to his lips.
"And to taste you." He sucked one finger at a time, her eyes growing wide as she watched him.
"And to taste you" He repeated, lowering his head to take her nipple in his mouth. She groaned his name her he sucked at her, water from the shower still raining down on them.
"For someone whose…" She gasped as he bit her playfully. "…So skittish to talk about sex in general conversation, you seem to enjoy dirty talk." She grabbed his cock and his tongue-lashings against her nipple stopped as he stifled a groan.
He pulled himself away from her ample breast, standing upright to look her in the eye. Placing on hand against the wall either side of her head, his knee rested between hers, thigh just inches from her wet core.
Leaning in close, he had her intentionally boxed in.
"It's only around you that I'm ... skittish … and only because I've fantasised so many times about doing this." He brought his thigh in to rub against her hard, and she let out a moan.
"And this." He attached himself to her neck, sucking and biting in ways that were sure to leave a mark
"And this." He fondled her breast in his hand.
Her fingers grasped at his ass she pulled him in harder against her.
"Do I get you hott?" She purred into his ear, leaning in to nibble at this lobe teasingly.
He pushed his semi-hard member against her thigh as if to reiterate his answer.
"Always." It came out a deep, throaty growl and his body seemed to shake as a new wave of arousal surged through him
"Good." She single-handedly pulled him in close to kiss her, the other hand disappearing behind him out of his line of sight.
Pulling back from him slightly, there was a wicked grin across her face. The water temperature plummeted. Releasing her from his grasp, Booth let out a shriek.
"Bones!"
She let out a giggle that instantly melted any angry thoughts he might have been having.
"Well, I thought you … needed cooling down, before I get you all hot again" She quoted his own words back to him. The water temperature warming, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her wet body in close to his.
"I knew there was a reason I love you." He nuzzled into her wet hair.
Forcing a hand between them, she rest her palm against his chest and pushed him back, just enough to look him in the eye.
"You do?" There was a weakness in her voice; a frailness he'd rarely heard. He knew this was Bones opening herself up to him. The fear rooted deep in childhood, that she'd be left abandoned, was being pushed to one side while she searched him for answers.
He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. He fought the urge to say something sarcastic, knowing this moment could make or break both their personal and professional relationship.
"Bones," he gazed deep into her blue eyes. "I've always loved you."
Her mouth opened and she began to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips to stop the words.
"Since that very first case, where you drove me nuts with you squint talk and uppity attitude, I've loved you. While I sat by and watched you date Michael, and Sully, and Hacker, all of them, I've loved you. Every time you've pushed me to be a better cop, to not settle for a half truth, I've loved you."
"But what about …" His finger returned to her lips.
"Just this once, Bones, accept what I'm saying, without fighting me. Please."
She nodded ever so slightly before wrapping her arms around his neck and claiming his lips with hers. Their kiss was slow and gentle this time, no sense of urgency or hunger. Instead, smooth and entirely about sharing something only one of them dared to say.
Booth wouldn't push her to respond to his declaration of love, they both knew that, and yet, innately, they both knew that she did. For all her science talk and rationale, Brennan had to admit that there was something about the way she'd grown to feel for him, that couldn't be measured or proved. It didn't need a label – they understood.
Booth and Brennan stood kissing leisurely under the torrent of water, all sense of time seemingly washed away down the drain. They paused only to breathe, fingertips brushing slowly over each other, tracing, learning, memorising, every inch they'd so long kept hidden.
Ultimately it was Booth who broke their kiss, turning away from an awestruck Brennan to reach for his favourite bottle of shower gel.
Kissing her delicately just for a second, Booth stepped back and squeezed a blob of the green liquid into his palm. Working it into a lather, Booth rest his foamy hands atop her shoulders.
His thumbs rubbed at her skin softly as he slid his hands down her arms, past her elbows, down to her wrists. Gripping each between a thumb and forefinger, he raised her hands to his mouth, kissing each finger in turn before rubbing the creamy lather over them.
The usually-talkative Brennan found herself dumbfounded by the delicacy of his touch and allowed herself to stand passively, just this once, as he moved to wash her. She conceded to herself: it did feel good to let Booth be washing her, even if she was entirely capable of doing it for herself.
Releasing her wrists, Booth's hands slid back up to her shoulders. He drew the soapy foam down across her breasts, feeling each nipple contract at his touch. His thumbs spread the lather beneath her breasts as his fingers trailed across her stomach.
Finding the bubbles thinning, he reached for the bottle once again and squeezed another blob into his hands. Placing them on her hips, Booth rubbed the soap over her quads, working down to her knees, before returning slowly to wash the tops of her inner thighs. As if on cue, her stance shifted lightly and her legs moved apart. She let out a moan as he dragged the soap across her core, his finger slipping between her folds just slightly.
Standing up fully, Booth placed his hands on her hips again and applied a little pressure.
"Turn around." The depth of his voice sent shockwaves of arousal through her and she complied eagerly. Starting at her shoulders again, Booth massaged the bubbles across her back, tracing the various lines of muscle definition with his fingers. He peppered open-mouthed kisses across her back, drawing a number of moans from her lips.
She leant forwards, forehead resting against the cool tiled wall as the warmth from his mouth and the heat from the shower continued to wash over her.
His hands moved with purpose, shifting lower to cup her ass. Booth trailed a single finger between her cheeks, moving with ease thanks to the soap. A gasp escaped her as his finger entered her slowly. Withdrawing and settling on her hips once more, Booth drew himself in close to her, their bodies touching gloriously. She twisted her arm back to meet his face as Booth dotted kisses up her neck. His arousal pushed hard against her leg and she purposely ground herself against him, determined to regain some control.
She moved herself harder against him until his kissing stopped in order to let out a groan. Using his momentary distraction to her advantage, she flipped back around to face him, planting her palms squarely against his chest.
Moving again, she cupped him in her hand, stroking his length lightly. With a teasing glint in her eye, she kissed him fiercely, nibbling at his bottom lip until they parted and allowed her tongue entry. His fingers knotted into her wet hair as she continued to stroke him.
The water temperature plummeted.
"Bones!" He let out an exasperated yelp as they leapt apart.
"I did not touch it this time," She stated matter-of-factly. They cowered as far from the flow of cold water as possible, Booth reaching at arms length for the temperature gauge.
"I guess you used up all my hot water." He gave a shrug.
"Me?" She queried incredulously. "You were the one with the soaping and the touching!"
"But you were the one who started the kissing again!"
She hopped out of the shower and stood dripping wet in him bathroom.
"Fine. I won't kiss you again."
He stepped out to join her as she moved away from him.
"And I won't touch you again. Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine." She repeated again, turning to leave, making no attempt to cover her nakedness.
Booth grabbed her wrist and spun her back into him. Their lips met hungrily as a smile spread across her face.
"Hey." She punched at his wet chest playfully. "You said no kissing."
"No. You said no kissing." His hand plunged between them and he fingered her folds. "I said no touching." He thrust two fingers into her roughly. "But, if you insist…"
He simultaneously pulled out of her, turned, and walked out of the room. Brennan stood, mouth agape, alone in his bathroom, her mind swimming with uncertainty about whether it'd been a real fight or not.
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Seconds turned into minutes and he didn't reappear.
Unsure whether to scream, cry, or cuss at the air, she grabbed the towel he'd brought in previously and began drying herself. She found that she was angry with herself, for being angry with him.
Bending over, she patted at her legs, rubbing her calves dry. She was midway through a discussion in her head about why partners shouldn't allow themselves to become more than partners when he approached her from behind. Booth wrapped his strong arms around her waist and bent over with her, his head against her back.
She froze.
"I was joking, Bones." He pulled her to stand upright, but still she clutched at the towel.
"I … I wasn't sure." Her voice cracked and she found herself hoping he didn't catch it, but knowing that his knack for reading the minute of body language would mean he had.
He turned her to face him.
"I think I'd die if I didn't get to kiss you again."
"Booth." She looked at him seriously, squint face in place. "It is highly unlikely for a human being to cease to exist due to a lack of kissing!"
He squeezed her in tightly.
"Right there, that is another of the things I love about you."
She looked up at him confused.
"I don't know…"
"'What that means'?" He finished the thought for her and she felt her cheeks redden as she buried her face in his chest.
"Come on." He let go of his hug, taking her by the hand instead. "I put some coffee on."
"Consuming caffeine at this time of day is proven to have a detrimental effect on sleep quality."
"So?" He nuzzled into her neck. "Do you plan on sleeping tonight?"