CHAPTER. Chapter 6. Blissful Nights and Morning Magic
DISCLAIMER. There are many things I own, but Bones is not one of them. All characters belongs to Kathy Reichs, Hart Hanson and FOX.
Gentle rays of light pooled into my bedroom through the ivory curtains, changing the gentle green walls in my room to an ashen green. Last night was sheer bliss and magic. We never had sex yet before last night because we both decided that we would take it slow, so that when we did, it would've been perfect. I had never experience something like that before. Those hands. Those gorgeous, pleasureful hands. His lips. His delicious lips. I replayed, what he called, 'breaking the laws of physics', over in my head and agreed.
I was sleeping on my right side. His strong arms were wrapped around my naked waist. His head pressed against the back of my neck. My body was flush against his bare chest and my feet were tangled with his muscular legs. The duvet had been brushed to my stomach some time in the middle of the night.
I heard his breathing suddenly change, and I knew he was waking up. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting the moment to go away.
He kissed my bare shoulder. Then I felt him move so that his chest was against my side.
Sliding his left hand just below my breasts, his hot breath against my ear. "I know you are awake," he whispered, before he started nibbling my earlobe.
I continued to fake my slumber, hoping that he would realize that I was asleep.
His lips trailed down to my neck, placing gentle kisses where my flesh was visible. His tongue followed those kisses, sending a tingly sensation down my spine.
I shivered subconsciously, achieving a smirk from him.
He moved back next to my ear and whispered, his tone husky. "I know you are impersonating a sleeping woman." He paused for a second to move his left hand to my left breast. "It's a crime you know to falsely impersonate someone you are not. Maybe you need to be punished for doing so." He gently squeezed the flesh between his hand.
My attempt to bite back a gasp failed. It escaped my lips establishing another smirk from him.
I opened my eyes and rolled over to face him. He pulled back, resting his head back on his pillow, as I did so.
"How?" I asked.
"How, what?" he responded, an innocent face appeared.
I pushed him gently. "How did you know I was awake?"
"Don't you think I would know by now when you are awake and when you are really sleeping? Give me some credit Bones." He paused for a second. "And I just love fooling with you, you make it so easy." He chuckled.
I slapped him on the arm playfully and smiled. He gave me a hurt look in return, then smiled.
Ring. Ring. Ring. I rolled over to get the phone, moving my panties to accomplish it. They some how ended up there last night.
"Brennan."
"Hey Sweetie, it's me, Angela."
"Hi Angela." I glanced at Booth for a second, and gestured to the phone. "Angela, hold off a second."
"Okay Sweetie and it's 'hold on', not 'hold off'."
I placed the phone and clicked the speaker mode button. "Okay, Angela. What do you want?" My voice sounded cheery.
"You and I are going shopping for a certain outfit for the barbecue."
I groaned. "Why do I need another outfit for a barbecue?"
"It's well actually a bikini for swimming in Hodgins' pool. And you told me that you and Booth haven't slept together yet, so it would be his first time seeing you half-naked." She said with a laugh.
"Well actually Angela, you got that wrong. I'm seeing her fully naked right now," Booth said with a smirk.
"Booth? Oh my god. Bren! You put me on speaker phone?!"
Booth and I both laughed. "Sorry Ang," I replied.
"Now you are really coming with me shopping! I'm picking you up at one-thirty. No 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts'!"
Booth gestured with his hands that I should go. "Fine."
"Good. I'll see you later, Sweetie. You too 'hot stuff'. Love you."
"Bye Angela," we both replied with a laugh.
I pressed the hang up button, then rolled back to face Booth. "What time is it?"
"I don't know. The clock is on your side too."
I rolled over to look at the clock. Somehow, my bra was on the clock, obscuring the digits. How do my undergarments keep getting on the electronics? I gently brushed it off, so the numbers were visible.
"It's ten-thirty," I said, rolling back to face him. "Okay. Why don't you go start breakfast and coffee, while I take a shower.
"Why do I have to make breakfast?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Because you cook a better breakfast." I smiled, got up, and scurried my bare butt off to the bathroom.
I stepped into the shower, pulled the shower curtain closed, and turned on the water. The warm water rolled down my body. It felt nice. Very refreshing. I raised my head up so that the water was colliding with my face. Then, I felt warm hands snake around my waist.
"Mind if I join you?" Husky tone.
"No, but I thought I told you to start breakfast." I turned around to face him.
"I am starting breakfast."
Suddenly, I felt cold tiles against my back.
When we finished our so-called 'breakfast', we finished showering. I never knew he could do such nice things with his hands, other than making love to me. He had massaged and washed my hair with care and helped soap my back. He stepped out of the shower first, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Then, grabbed another.
"Come 'ere." He held open a towel.
I stepped out and walked into the towel. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing my back to his chest, and kissed the back of my head.
I sighed. "I like this. You know, us, being together. Why didn't we just get together earlier?" Yeah, why didn't we Brennan?
"I don't know, Bones, but now that we have, it feels so right." He kissed my shoulder. "How about we get dressed and then make breakfast, together?"
We got dressed and walked to the kitchen hand-in-hand.
My breakfast consisted of a few strawberries, a cup of freshly-brewed coffee, one of Booth's famous blueberry pancakes with a little squirt of syrup, and scrambled eggs with ketchup. Okay, I'm strange. I like ketchup on my scrambled eggs. But who doesn't?
Booth's plate contained at least five pancakes with an overdose of maple syrup, three strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, and strawberries. How does that man eat so much? Oh yeah, he has a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. Doesn't he get sick with so much stuff in his stomach in the morning?
He made a face showing disgust when he saw the ketchup on my eggs. "Bones, you put ketchup on your eggs? That's gross!"
"Hey! It's not as gross as you eating so much and having so much syrup on you pancakes. You're practically drinking the syrup, which is not good for you."
"I'm a grown man, I have to eat so much. And my pancakes need that much syrup. It tastes better that way."
"Well, I like my scrambled eggs with ketchup. It tastes better that way," I mocked. "And besides, have you ever tried ketchup on scrambled eggs?"
"No, because it's gross!"
"How would you know it's gross if you never tried it before?" I scooped some eggs up with my fork and brought it near his mouth. "Try it."
"No!" He gently pushed my arm back.
"Why? Are you chicken?" I smirked and brought the fork back to his mouth.
"No. I am not."
"Then try it."
"Fine." He opened his mouth, wide enough for me to stick the fork of eggs into his mouth.
"Mmmmm..." He licked the ketchup that was on the corner of his mouth. "That was good." He grabbed the ketchup bottle.
"I told you." I smiled and continued eating.
He squirted some ketchup onto his eggs. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. You're always right."
After downing the last bit off coffee, we cleared the plates, putting them in the dishwasher.
"Bones, you have a bit of ketchup there." He pointed to the spot just above my lips.
I licked above my lips. "Is it gone now?"
"No." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Now it's gone."
I gave him a 'you just want me to kiss you' smile, before kissing him back.
"That was the best breakfast I'd ever had," I said.
"Me too, Bones. Me too."
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