i know i said this was going to be a oneshot, but apparently i don't believe in single chapter oneshots! lol! and it always amuses me when people put a oneshot on alert.
i'm going to leave this fic open, and if you ask real nice, i shall endeavor to get my kink on in various settings. if you have a particular thing you'd like for me to try out with our pair, let me know in a review or pm and i'll see if i can work it in.
many thanks to the wonderful Tom's gg for her beta help and all-around spectacularness!
The seconds ticked into minutes and into hours as they dozed together. Booth woke with a start and, after reassuring himself of his location, tried to go back to sleep. But it was no use, he was awake.
He looked down. Very awake.
Wake Bones? Of course. Perfect idea. Wake up, Bones. Sex.
Then an idea popped into his mind. An idea that would either get him laid or killed. He decided to take his chances.
He massaged her arms upwards, one hand moving up each arm slowly, she moaned softly in her half-sleep and let her arms shift with his ministrations.
Then slap, slap.
Brennan's eyes opened suddenly. She was quick, but she'd been very relaxed and the g-man's reflexes were fast.
"Booth! What the hell?" She tugged at the handcuffs now restraining her to the headboard.
"Turnabout's fair play, baby."
Brennan's eyes squinted, but she found herself intrigued.
"Don't worry, you'll get your sleep. I guarantee it after how many times you'll be coming."
"Pretty cocky."
"Yes, we established that long ago," he said and leaned down into her lips.
His mouth moved assertively, attuned to the contrapuntal movements of her face.
Brennan realized that, though handcuffs were not new to her sexual repertory, she'd never been on the receiving end. She was typically dominant in bed and she'd had relatively few partners who insisted on varying the roles.
The newness made her instantly hot.
"Mmm," she moaned into his kiss. "Touch me, Booth."
He smacked his lips away from hers. "Patience is a virtue."
"You gonna quote cliches at me all night? Patience is overrated."
"Well, last time I checked, you weren't in control of this encounter."
She exhaled forcibly and rattled the cuffs. "So what are you going to do to me?" Tauntingly.
He cocked an eyebrow but didn't answer. Instead, he exhaled at the corner of her mouth.
Her vocal cords emitted a little sound and were quiet.
He kept his lips an inch away from her skin and let his hot breath caress her as he followed her jawline to her ear. He held the distance.
She wanted him to bite her lobe, to run his tongue inside her ear. She turned her head and stretched it toward him in invitation. But still he held the distance.
"Tease," she admonished.
He blew into her ear. She gasped.
He eventually let his mouth trail down her neck, alternating cool air from pursed lips with hot, open-mouthed drifting. Brennan matched his lips, breath for breath. She matched him as she always had, in their partnership, in their friendship, in their relationship.
His treatment drew her skin into goosebumps and had every nerve ending twitching for him.
As he moved down her torso, he added a hand to the sweet torture, rambling above her skin, never touching. When she groaned and bowed her body toward him, he pulled back and puffed against her in rebuke.
"Touch me," she demanded.
"Shh." Quick. Definitive.
She found herself frustrated, wound up, lips sweltering. She rubbed her legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the tension, but Booth quickly placed himself between her legs, holding them apart with his strong knees.
She snarled. He smiled.
"You said I'd come. You promised."
"And you will."
If it were anyone else she wouldn't have suspended her doubts and frustration. But this was Booth. He was a man of his word. And she belived that if anyone could do what he promised, it was him. All the same, she squirrelled beneath him, impatient.
Brennan could see only his muscled shoulders and neck from her vantage point, where he'd finally settled between her limbs. His strong hands moved above the skin on the inside of her legs, just barely brushing the fine hairs covering her skin. Its purpose was to help the body retain heat, but at the moment, each hair was straining out toward the promise of his touch.
Why the hell had she put underwear on before falling asleep?
Damn habits.
Well he'd have to take care of it before proceeding. She figured that after mastering the United States Government's training programs both in the military and the FBI he would be able to manage a simple pair of cotton panties.
Apparently she was wrong.
He still didn't touch her, nor the fabric. He breathed hotly over it. Heavier so that she could feel it, but still only air. She wanted him next to her skin, to her folds, to the place she needed him so urgently. But he merely heated the fibers to what must have been beyond the combustion point. It was a miracle that they didn't burst into flames.
Finally he pulled himself upright. She breathed a sigh of relief. Now, certainly, he would remove her underwear and put them both out of their misery. But he just knelt there, holding her legs firmly apart with his own and letting his eyes cascade over her with his impressive erection standing at attention.
And then he brought his hand up not to touch her, but to take his length into his own hand and begin stroking.
The evil, evil man.
"You know, I could take care of that for you. It's really no trouble," she said with an air of sarcasm.
He smirked at her and continued handling himself.
"You wouldn't even need to release the handcuffs," she appealed, "just," she pressed her hips up toward him suggestively, "or, you know," she licked her lips and pulled the lower one between her teeth.
He looked tempted, but maintained his current course.
He was tempted. Sorely. But he was enjoying her reaction far too much at the moment.
He reveled in the view. Temperance Brennan, the woman he'd loved, had lusted after for so long unresolved, was stretched out before him. Open, panting in desire for him. For him. She was practically begging.
The pleasure he was experiencing made him want to shut his eyes and let go, but he couldn't bear to remove his gaze from the woman lying spread around him. From her hair that was splayed across the pillow behind her bound arms and the single tendril that stuck to her moist skin, down past her full breasts, heaving and taut, nipples firm, the narrow waist that squirmed and her hips that cradled her wet sweetness. From her bright eyes all the way to the legs that grasped at his frantically. Every inch of her was heaven incarnate and he nearly came at the sight of her.
But he stopped before he hit the point of no return. No, darling, that's not how this will end tonight. I made a promise.
Brennan watched in growing arousal as his grasp tightened and released around his hard cock. She devoured him with her eyes, all the parts of his form that she normally wouldn't be able to see during sex. She saw his strong arms tighten, his face falter and watched him release his hand's grip before he took himself too far. He drew several long breaths to calm himself.
Before she knew it, he had proven that he was indeed capable of removing her underwear and fell once more between her legs, latching his mouth immediately to her core.
After the long torture, she still found herself caught off guard and she let out a loud whimper.
"You're wet."
"Yeah, that happens when you tease me for three years."
Brennan found that she was already nearly there when he began to devour her. His tongue flashed and swirled. Fingers dipped inside.
Her head careened back toward the headboard. She pulled helplessly at the cuffs. The frustrating, the overwhelmingly cocky man was going to make her come that quickly after teasing her so long? That was just unfair. She almost wanted to resist out of sheer spite.
Almost.
He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and she screamed.
When he released her, and she began to settle, he started rolling his tongue around the tender nub again and her hips bucked away from him.
"No Booth," she cried when he maintained the pressure, "it's too much, my clit's too sensitive right after I cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuohhhhhhh GOD!"
And yet he continued, driving each orgasm above and past the last. Each gained complexity, texture, each took her to a new place.
Except for the eighth; that one was only average. Nine, ten and eleven clearly left it in the dust.
He persisted until her voice cracked and she had no strength left to do anything but whimper, until her face was wet with tears.
Booth had done many things in his life, but he was hard-pressed at that moment to think of one that made him feel more like a man than making her come undone like this.
When she finally whimpered, "Booth... Booth fuck me. Fuck me. I want you inside me," he obeyed, drawing up her body and entering her immediately. And again, though she thought she had no more strength in her, another orgasm began its ascent.
"Come. Come for me," she breathed.
Her demands felt strange to her mouth as she was in such a position of weakness, unable to do anything to draw it from him but to catch what skin she could in her feeble kisses and to clench down on the rigid cock that was drawing her final orgasm from her. It rushed through her as she clung to him and felt his spasms deep inside of her. She tasted his voice calling her name.
Every muscle in her body ached from the exertion, and each felt utterly useless in the moment, so when he reached up and released her from the handcuffs, she left her arms there for a while. Slowly they came down and reached for him, wrapping him in her embrace.
She was trembling. He brought his lips to hers, and she kissed him so softly, so sweetly, he thought he might break. Tears were still spilling from her eyes.
She seemed to have no words. A rarity. He smiled cockily and one of her eyebrows twitched before tilting her chin up in his direction, wordlessly begging for another kiss. He met her once again, and then let his head fall to rest on her shoulder, laying one arm on her torso and tenderly cupping her breast.
Brennan rocked him against her as they drifted quickly back into a sound sleep. They barely moved til the morning arrived and when it did, they found themselves filled with an entirely new appreciation for the tools of law enforcement.
But Brennan's scientific nature suggested additional research before coming to any firm conclusions.
And Booth was only too happy to oblige.
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