A/N Sorry it's been a long time since I updated this story. I'd actually thought it was finished, but I got inspired to write another one or two chapters. I should have one more chapter up in a few days. I'd love to know what readers think about this story, so if you are so inclined, leave a review. Enjoy - and don't blame me if you get cavities!
"This is really nice, Booth. The weather is perfect for a picnic in the park" as Brennan was saying the words, she leaned down until she lie flat on her back, hands tucked in behind her head, looking up at the sky.
"Yeah, this sure beats lunch at the Hoover cafeteria, or even the diner. It's nice to do something different for a change, and now that it's not so hot, it's much nicer outside." Booth looked over as he was talking to her, and decided to join her on the blanket. He had come up with the idea of an extended lunch/picnic as a way to help expand Brennan's frontal lobe. It had become a bit of a joke now between them, ever since that evening when they did the supposed 'dine and dash' from the Founding Father's bar. Booth was actually quite proud of her, and how she was allowing herself to let go and relax. Bones was finally allowing herself to be lead by her heart, and Booth was the main beneficiary of that. While he watched the clouds, he also kept an eye on Brennan. He still couldn't' believe it sometimes, that they had finally moved past the 'just partners' designation – and all it took was a little piece of chocolate!
As they lay on the blanket looking at the clouds, elbows touching each other, Booth finally spoke. "Look Bones" as he pointed to a particular cloud. "That one looks like a horse. See, there, the head, and over there," he made a swooping motion with his hand and Brennan tried to follow him, "over there is his tail."
She sat upright, her weight resting on her elbows. "Booth, that is not a horse! I don't see that at all! Now, if you look at that one, to the right" and she lay back so that she could point better, "that looks like a rabbit."
"Where? I don't see a rabbit."
"Right there, Booth. See how the cloud puffs up? That's his little bunny tail. And over there" she pointed up to the side, "that's his ears. It's a fluffy white rabbit."
"Well, I'd like it better if it was a white chocolate bunny – you know, the kind you get at Easter. The first thing you do is bite the ears off!" Booth wore a huge grin on his face as he said this, and it was obvious even to Brennan that he was reliving a happy childhood memory. Brennan had to smile at his boyish behavior. He was just so deliciously cute sometimes! The thought made her act on impulse, and before she could censor her thoughts, she turned towards her partner and kissed him.
The smile Booth had been wearing faded away as it morphed from a grin to a kiss, and soon they were devouring each other's mouth as if it were their first meal in days. As a dog ran by and they vaguely heard him bark, they disengaged from each other and gave the other back their lips and tongue. Lying on their sides, they fought to control their breathing.
After a few moments, Brennan sat up and rummaged through the bag of goodies they had brought. Lunch had been consumed, but there were still a few things left to indulge in – including some small pieces of chocolate. As she picked up a piece, Brennan noted that it was very soft. Not completely liquid (yet), but squishy warm. Again that lightening-fast brain of hers came up with an idea that was just too good to pass up. She took a few pieces out and placed them on a napkin, sitting in the sun. That part done, she poured them each a glass of water from the big bottle they'd brought, and offered Booth a glass. He had been looking around, and while he noticed Bones rummaging through the bag he didn't pay attention to what she was taking out and arranging on the blanket, on the side away from him.
They sat there on the blanket enjoying the day and indulging in a long lunch break that neither was ready to end. As Booth lay back again on the blanket, Brennan stayed sitting up and acting as if she was still looking around. After a few minutes she noticed Booth starting to fade off. Perfect, she thought to herself, and an almost evil grin graced her face. She deftly moved her hand to pick up the stash of chocolate, and placed it above where she would lay her head. The 'equipment' in place, Brennan lay down with her head on Booth's shoulder and just took in his essence. She loved the combination of body cleansing products he used – shampoo, body wash, deodorant… and the personal scent that defined Seeley Booth.
As she relaxed into him, she gently rubbed his stomach and chest. Booth had untucked his shirt earlier, and Brennan used that to her advantage. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she raised his shirt up to expose his bare skin. After another few minutes she discretely began to unbutton his shirt. Booth was aware of all that his partner/girlfriend was doing, but he called upon his sniper training to keep still. He used that same skill set to regulate his breathing, to mimic as if he were asleep, and to keep a grin off of his face. The things she was doing to him made it extremely difficult not to move or let on that he was awake, but it was a sweet torture that he knew he wanted to endure!
After his shirt was undone, Brennan picked up a small piece of foil-wrapped chocolate and slowly began to dribble it down his chest. She drew lazy lines across his chest, down the valley between his pecs, and over his abdominal muscles that made up the sweet 6-pac abs that Brennan always had trouble keeping her hands off of. As she left a trail of melted chocolate, Booth couldn't stay still. The smell of the confection, and the feel of it on his chest caused him to breathe more heavily. He opened hooded eyes to Brennan and was greeted by a sexy smile from the anthropologist.
"I had a sweet tooth" she said. "I hope you don't mind." And as she bent her torso down, her tongue snaked out to lightly lick his chest. The lack of hair meant that she could lick and suck and be sure to get him completely cleaned up. Booth loved the feeling, and wasn't about to complain. Brennan stroked her tongue across his chest, from one nipple to the other. She had dribbled chocolate over and around them, giving her the excuse to suck and lick repeatedly over both aroused peaks. For his part, Booth was having trouble staying still. If this was torture, it was exquisite and he was getting excited from her touch.
After a few minutes, Brennan began working her way down Booth's chest, licking at the brown trail she had created. Booth moaned and called her name softly, every once in a while looking around to make sure they were not creating a scene. Luckily they had begun their lunch date after 1pm, and so most people had vacated the area of the park they were at and they had the place pretty much to themselves. Booth was never so glad for Bones' tendency to eat lunch late as he was today. He knew he could stop if he had to, but god, he surely didn't want her to stop what she was doing to him! "Oh Bones, that feels sooo good" he moaned.
For her part, Brennan was enjoying watching Booth get all worked up, getting herself aroused at the same time. They just might not make it back to work this afternoon! The sensation of licking Booth, tasting the chocolate on his skin combined with a little sweat, made her squirm a bit as well. She continued to kiss her way down his chest, twirling her tongue in his belly button. When she reached the waistband of his pants, she snaked her tongue just underneath. "Bones, you go any further and we could get arrested for indecent exposure and a whole list of other things" Booth said in a garbled breath. In truth, he was having trouble making coherent words form together. The way she licked and sucked the chocolate off of him, and just the feel of her body hovering over his, pushed his senses into overdrive. His hands fisted at his sides; he knew if he touched her it would be all over and they would end up making love in the middle of the park, in broad daylight. If he wasn't an FBI agent, he might have said what the hell and ripped her clothes off.
To his surprise, Brennan stopped her sweet torture and sat back on her haunches. While she ceased the tongue exercises, her eyes were still taking in the feast before her and there was a predatory gleam that Booth instantly recognized – once he was able to focus again. "Booth, I think we've spent enough time outside, we don't want to get burned from the sun. But, I got a little chocolate on your shirt, so maybe we should stop at your apartment before we go back to work."
Booth was well aware of his parters' steep learning curve, and knew she was playing him. "Bones, I don't think we'll make it back to work today if we stop at my place first."
"Well, then, maybe we should call in and take the rest of the day off? I think I still have a bit of a sweet tooth, and I was hoping you could help me out with that" she said, looking at him in a way that made him feel like he was a specimen and was being examined. But Booth had learned that when Temperance Brennan did an exam of a body, she was completely thorough. He decided he would enjoy being given a once-over by the famed anthropologist!
Booth practically jumped up and started putting things away. 'Chop, chop Bones! Come on, I've got to go – I have a hot date waiting for me! Oh and just so you know – when we get back to the apartment, it's my turn with the chocolate!"
Brennan's head practically snapped up at that statement, and as quick as she could, she was up and shoving the last of the supplies into bags.
"What's your hurry, Bones?" Booth said with a grin. Got someplace to go?" By now the charm smile was in full force. Brennan picked up one bag, Booth took the other, and they each grabbed for the others' hand as they walked briskly to the car. As Booth stopped to deposit some trash into a receptacle by the parking lot, he saw the now-empty chocolate wrapper and smiled, thinking to himself "oh, how I love chocolate!"