Thank you all so much for your kind welcome back! I am glad you are enjoying this one so far.
--b&b--
Monday
7:00 AM
Brennan stirred from her sleep, wincing at the shaft of sunlight through the gap in her bedroom curtains. But her discomfort was short lived as she ran through her list of tasks for the morning. Knowing she needed to get to the lab early, she carefully extracted herself from the bed and moved quietly to the bathroom. She grabbed her shampoo and a towel and made her way to the guest bathroom so as not to wake Booth up with her morning routine.
A quick shower, cup of coffee and email check before she pinned up her hair and applied some quick make up, and then she was ready to go. Realizing that her shoes were in her bedroom closet, Brennan entered her bedroom again and quickly grabbed the pair from her room before exiting, once again as quiet as possible.
But she paused in the doorway, just for a moment, and turned to look at her partner, now lover, in her bed.
His hair was sticking up all over and his mouth was slightly open. He was laying on his stomach with one arm draped over the side of the bed, and Brennan couldn't resist letting her eyes take in his muscular body barely covered in a dark green sheet. She'd had men stay over before, sure, but never trusted one well enough to let him stay even after she'd left for the day. But now she kind of liked the idea of letting him sleep in, and she could just imagine him padding around her apartment, getting ready for his own day.
Realizing she wasn't being productive with her time, Brennan turned quickly and left her apartment, focusing instead on the tasks at hand. She was an incredibly self aware woman, and took pride in that. So she wasn't ashamed to admit, to herself, at least, that she was slightly apprehensive about seeing Booth in their work environment for the first time after becoming much more intimate with him. But, she was also a consummate professional, and so was he, and she was sure they would be just fine.
--b&b—
7:45 AM
Booth mumbled drowsily and patted around with his hand for Brennan. He frowned and cracked open one eye when he came up empty. "Bones?" he called out, but didn't receive a reply. Confused, he sat up and looked around. He could smell coffee, and figured she was just in the kitchen. Feeling more confident, he grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on, heading out to the kitchen to tell her he was just going to run to his apartment to change clothes, and then he'd see her at the lab later for their regular Monday meeting.
But she wasn't in the kitchen either.
Booth's eye began twitching as he searched each room of her apartment, finding no trace of her. No note, no Bones, no nothing.
"Oh, hell no…"
--b&b—
9:00 AM
"Very well done, Angela" Brennan smiled and nodded. "Based on your sketch, I feel quite comfortable asserting that this skull is in fact--"
"—Bones, your office, NOW!" Booth bounded up the stairs to the platform, and grabbed Brennan by the elbow. "Let's go."
"What?" Brennan asked, pulling her elbow back, "I'm sorry, Booth. I'm not free at the moment." She met his eyes and tried to smile at him, but his eyes were angry. Confused over what he might possibly be angry about, Brennan schooled her features and turned back to Angela, "As I was saying, the structure of the forehead was the part I wasn't 100% convinced about, but it's clear from this likeness that--"
"Bones--" Booth growled in her ear, "I said your office…now. I have something I wish to discuss with you."
Now annoyed, Brennan turned around. "Booth, I'm busy. Hold on a moment. Just because we're now…you know…doesn't mean you can come in here and boss me around."
Angela gasped. "You're now…what exactly?"
Booth tugged at his tie and huffed. "Partners. We're partners. And now I need my partner in her office."
He turned and stomped away. Brennan didn't quite meet Angela's eyes, but still held her head high as she followed Booth into her office.
Angela just shook her head. "Oh yeah, partners. As if none of us already knew that…"
--b&b—
Brennan entered her office, and was shocked when Booth was right there. He slammed the door shut and locked it. "You ran out on me this morning."
"What?" Brennan huffed. "No I didn't."
"Yeah right!" Booth ran his hand through the air, "Then what was it, hmmm, Bones? Because from where I stand, it looked pretty shady. I wake up, you're not there. There's no note, no you, nothing. What am I supposed to think?"
Brennan got right up to his face and pointed. "Maybe I was trying to be considerate and let you sleep in, ever think of that?"
Booth didn't answer, but just pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth, his eyes still flashing angrily.
"Of course you didn't think that" Brennan sneered. "It's nice to know how quickly you judged me, Booth. And I meant what I said out there" she pointed toward the lab. "Just because I let you into my bed doesn't mean you can say or do whatever you WANT!"
"Me?!" Booth whispered in anger, "I'M not the one who just announced to the whole lab that we are sleeping together."
"I never announced that."
"You practically told Angela" Booth's eyebrows rose. "You think she's going to keep that a secret?"
"I didn't know we WERE keeping it a secret!" Brennan shouted, then stepped away from him, storming over to her desk. She sat deliberately and opened up a drawer, pulling out a stack of files.
Booth stormed over to her desk and leaned onto it, his knuckles on either side of her work "Well, maybe, we should have actually talked about it before you blurted it out to everyone."
"Excuse me, Booth" she knocked his hands away, "But I distinctly remember you saying you wanted one week to prove to me that we could be both lovers and partners in the real world. And I recall you yesterday begging me to spend the day with you."
"I did not beg" Booth slashed his hand through the air. "And you were right there with me, Bones. You showed up, and spent the day with me." He leaned down right in her face. "And the night…don't forget that."
"I'm not the one acting like we should forget it all of a sudden." She turned away from him coldly, "That would be you." Turning on her desk computer, she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Now, I am quite busy, as I am sure you are too, after taking a week's vacation. If you don't have anything for me in a professional capacity, then please leave me alone."
Booth's jaw worked and his nostrils flared. He cracked his knuckles against his palms and pulled in a deep breath. "This isn't over."
Brennan didn't turn around, but just kept typing, examining her anthropology journal as a reference. "Goodbye, Booth. Please close the door on your way out."
Booth growled, but didn't respond and turned on his heel. He yanked open her office door and slammed it hard on his way out.
Brennan flinched slightly at the sound, and paused with her fingers over her keyboard. Looking down, she could see that they were shaking, and so she pressed them together, closing her eyes and practicing a deep breathing technique designed for mental stimulation and physical relaxation. After a few moments, she returned to her work.
--b&b—
"Son of a bitch" Booth shouted and slammed his palm against his steering wheel. "What the hell was that?"
His breath was ragged and he could feel a headache coming on, right between his eyes. Pressing his thumb and forefinger there, he pressed, hard, hoping to force the pain away. "Damn it, damn it!"
Driving the SUV out of the parking lot and into the morning traffic, Booth rolled his shoulders back against his seat and tried to concentrate on breathing and on not doing anything stupid. Like…shooting something.
"Yeah, that's just what I need" he scoffed. "Bones getting another partner."
Just the thought caused his stomach to clench and his teeth to grind. When his phone rang, he opened it up, not bothering to see who it was, "What"
Clearing his throat and sitting up straighter, he nodded. "Yes, sir…yes, no, sir. Yes, I do know the proper way to answer the phone sir." He sighed and looked in the rearview mirror before changing lanes, "Yes, I'll be right in."
--b&b—
1:30 PM
"Knock, knock!" Angela opened Brennan's office door, "Lunch, sweetie?"
Brennan paused and looked at her clock in surprise. "Oh…I didn't realize so much time had passed. I…um…" she considered her physical condition. "Yes, I suppose I am hungry. I should eat something."
"Booth's not coming around to haul your butt off somewhere?" Angela asked, and Brennan couldn't quite stop her hand from fluttering against her neck as she stood.
"No" she answered coolly, "He had other plans for today."
"Mmhmmm…" Angela linked her arm with Brennan's, "Everything okay?"
"Yes, of course it is…why wouldn't it be?" Brennan pulled her arm back to her body and led the way out of the Jeffersonian. "Everything is perfectly as it should be."
"I thought perfect was an impossibility" Angela raised an eyebrow as they walked down the street toward the tiny bistro.
Brennan met her eyes and then chuckled. "True, it is."
Once they sat down, Angela leaned forward, "What's going on, Brennan? What were you and Booth fighting about? And what are you, all of a sudden?"
"What?" Brennan tossed her head back, "I'm the same, a human, Angela. What kind of question is that?"
"Bren, sweetie" Angela drolled. "I mean, what are you and Booth, all of a sudden. This morning, you said, 'just because we're now…you know…', that's what you said. So, what is it? What's the 'you know'?"
Brennan sipped her water carefully, 'It's nothing, Angela. We're just…Booth is just under a lot of pressure from the FBI about a case, so…that's all." She could see that her explanation didn't satisfy her friend one bit, and Brennan suspected that Angela knew she was lying.
But mercifully, Angela seemed to accept the answer, and just handed Brennan a menu. That is until…
"Well, whatever it is, I hope you figure it out. Because with the way you two were fighting…it didn't look good. For your partnership or otherwise. I've never seen you fight like that."
Her words gave Brennan pause, and haunted her the rest of the afternoon.
--b&b—
9 PM:
Booth stared at the empty place in front of him for over ten minutes. He ran his finger in a loop around the bottom of his beer bottle, took a few drinks, and then set it down, sparing a glance toward the almost completely empty restaurant. From the corner of his eye, he could see a plate of food and slice of apple pit just sitting there, and he saw the waitress pick it up, only to be stopped by Sid.
Leaning back in his barstool, Booth tilted his head to the side. "What's a guy gotta do to get served around here?'
Sid picked up the plates himself, and walked a bit closer to him. "The way I see it, there's no way you're hungry."
"Huh" Booth ran his tongue over his teeth, "How's that?"
"Well," Sid drawled, "What with you sitting there, eating your heart out for the past twenty minutes, I figure you're probably getting pretty full."
Booth's eyebrows rose, and he paused, then chuckled a bit, saluting Sid with his beer. "Touché"
Immediately the barbecued pork ribs were in front of him, followed by mashed potatoes and gravy, and the pie. But just as Booth picked up his fork, and was about to take the first bite, Sid's hand came to hover over the plate.
"Now listen here, Booth…this here's one fine plate of comfort food. But before you take a bite, you gotta ask yourself. Is this the comfort you really want?"
Booth knocked Sid's hand away. "I've already got a shrink, thanks. What I need is dinner."
Sid smiled and leaned against the bar. "No, what you need is to figure out what you did wrong and fix it."
Booth frowned around his fork, chewing the bite he'd just put in his mouth. "What makes you so sure I'm the one who did something wrong?"
Sid grabbed another beer for Booth, and set it down. He opened his mouth to answer, but then paused, and nodded in the direction of the door. "Good evening, Dr. Brennan."
Booth watched from the corner of his eye as his partner took a seat in the stool next to his. He grumbled a bit when she was served right away, a plate of vegetarian lasagna and a side salad, but Sid just ignored that and motioned with his head. "Fix it" he mouthed.
Booth picked up his beer and turned slightly to the left, opening his mouth to say something, anything, but…
"I can't lose you, Booth." Brennan beat him to it, and for a moment, he sat there, stunned.
Her cheeks were flushed from her admission, and he knew what it cost her to admit it. "Bones…" he whispered.
"I'm serious" she interrupted, and turned toward him then. Her eyes were fierce and all of that passion was directed at him, about him, and Booth once again found himself speechless.
"Booth, if this isn't going to work out, then we need to just cut it out, and go back to being us. It will take awhile for us to figure it out, I'm sure…" she paused and wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin, "you more than me, probably, since I have the greater capacity to compartmentalize emotionally."
Booth chuckled a bit at that, setting his beer onto the bar.
"But…" she continued, "I need you in my life. I want you, in all the ways we've talked about the past few days, but…if it just means we're going to fight all the time, then…it's not worth it. And rather than invest a lot into it, we should just lose our cuts."
Booth's lips curled up into a smirk. "Cut our losses, Bones…cut our losses."
She didn't smile in return, and just looked at him. "Is that what you want to do?"
Booth pulled in a deep breath, knowing it was a moment for true honesty. "No. No, Bones. That's not what I want to do."
She didn't respond, but seemed satisfied with his answer as she turned back toward her food. Booth watched her for a moment before sliding his stool closer to hers. He didn't touch her, and she didn't acknowledge him, but for now, just being closer was enough.
Once they were done eating, he paid the check, and nodded toward the door. "Let's get out of here."
Brennan nodded and led the way out of Wong Foo's, and then walked to her car. Booth walked with her, and just as she was about to open her door, he stopped her with a hand on her arm. She turned toward him and he stepped in close, almost pinning her between him and her car. "Thanks for coming after me, Bones."
She smiled and looked down, patting his hand against her arm. "I--"
But she didn't get to speak as Booth's lips caught hers in a brief and sweet kiss. A kiss of friendship and affection and thankfulness, with just a hint of promise. The kind of kiss he'd imagined giving her a thousand times, on a thousand different nights, just like this one. Letting his lips linger for just a moment longer, he pulled back and used his finger to slide her hair behind her ear, "I'll follow you."
As he turned and walked away toward his SUV, he realized they hadn't decided where they were going, literally, after dinner. But as he got in, and started the engine, he realized it didn't matter. He'd follow her anywhere.
--b&b—
Brennan reached her apartment first, and unlocked the door, leaving it ajar for Booth. She laid her keys in the basket by the door and kicked her heels into the closet before walking around the living room and lighting a few candles. Keeping the overhead lights off, she enjoyed the room's current setting. Hearing Booth's slight humming as he entered her apartment and tossed his own keys into the basket gave her slight pause. In an instant, she was transported back twenty five years, and sitting in her childhood living room, reading a book on ancient Greece. Her mother had come home from the grocery store and put her keys in the basket before going to the kitchen and putting things away in the fridge. Her dad had come home a few moments after that and Brennan could still hear that exact sounds of keys falling against keys. Most people wouldn't associate something like that with home, but when Brennan turned around to see Booth leaning against the bookcase near the entryway, something inside her clicked and shifted.
She heard his cell phone buzz, but he ignored it, just staring at her. Feeling uncertain, Brennan turned and walked into the kitchen, "Would you like a glass of wine? Or another beer or something?"
Booth followed her and shrugged out of his suit jacket, placing it over the back of one of her chairs. "Nah, I'm good. Had enough at dinner, probably."
Brennan nodded, but kept her back to him as she pulled down her box of teas and her teapot.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you in your office today" he spoke softly, and Brennan paused before moving to the sink to fill up the teapot.
"It's okay."
"No," Booth responded, coming up to lean against the counter where she was working, "it's not okay."
His cell phone buzzed again, and he paused, a slight furrow in his brow. Brennan noticed it, but didn't comment.
"It's not okay, Bones. That was really unfair of me. And I shouldn't have jumped to a conclusion like that."
"I really was just trying to let you sleep in" Brennan met his eyes then, "I promise."
He took the teapot from her hands and placed it on the stove, "I believe you, Bones."
She watched as he reached to turn on the burner, and as he paused again when his cell phone buzzed for a third time. "I'm sorry I discussed our…relationship in public like that."
Booth sighed and turned around, taking a step toward her. "Did Angela say anything to you after that?"
Brennan took a step toward him and didn't protest when he wrapped his arms around her. "Yes, she tried to get me to elaborate. I just told her that we were both under a lot of stress with a new case and that Cullen was putting a lot of pressure on you."
"Did she believe you?"
The teakettle whistled, and Brennan pulled away, taking a teacup from her cupboard. "Who knows? I doubt it, but she didn't say much more about it for the rest of the day, so…"
Steeping her tea in the water she'd poured, Brennan turned around to confess to Booth that she'd missed him, but then his cell phone buzzed again, and she frowned. "Who keeps calling you? And since when do you keep your phone on vibrate?"
Booth shrugged sheepishly. "It's not a phone call, it's a text."
"Okay…" Brennan tilted her head to the side. "Who keeps texting you?"
"It's not so much as a who, as a what" Booth explained. "ESPN…football scores." His eyes darted toward the TV subconsciously, and Brennan's lip curled up.
"More football?"
Booth smiled. "Yes." His eyes were bright and he grinned. "Monday Night Football, Bones…it's like…all American."
Brennan rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea. They stood there for a moment, and then she tilted her head toward the living room. "Go ahead"
Booth cupped her elbow with his hand then quickly kissed her, "Thanks, Bones. Come join me."
"I don't think so, Booth" she groused. "I really don't understand the appeal of it."
"What?" he asked, incredulous, "Bones…it's football." As if that explained it all. "You know…tough and intense, and…football."
Brennan chuckled. "I like football about as much as you like skeletons."
He pulled back, shocked. "You hate football?'
Brennan laughed at him and turned to switch the burner to off, "Yes, pretty much."
He sighed. "Bones, Bones, Bones…what am I going to do with you?"
Brennan turned around then, and watched as he made his way to the couch, loosening his tie as he sat down and reached for the remote.
"The real question is, Booth" she murmured to herself as an idea formed in her mind, "What am I going to do with you?"
--b&b—
Booth relaxed into the corner of the couch and flipped through the channels until he found the game. It was just getting to the beginning of the fourth quarter, and, as his texts had confirmed, the Steelers were still behind by two touchdowns. After a few moments, he felt the couch cushions shift beside him, and he looked over. "Hey, Bones. Decide to join me after all?"
She smiled and tilted her head to the side, holding up an anthropology journal. "I figured I could at least sit in the same room as you. Even if I don't like football, it's not a valid reason to stay away, right?"
Booth felt his heart warm up. She wanted to spend time with him. "Yeah, Bones. That's great." He opened up his arm, and motioned for her to join him. "Come over here."
Her eyes seemed to sparkle with some victory, but he must have just imagined it, and he smiled to himself as she settled against his side, leaning her back against him and propping her feet against the cushions, periodical in hand. It was then that he noticed what she was wearing. Or not really wearing. He cleared his throat and shifted a bit. "Decided to put on your pajamas, hmmm, Bones."
Brennan looked up from her magazine and down to the short black silk robe she had tied around her waist. "Yes…are you uncomfortable with that? I didn't want to change into other clothes, since I'll most likely be going to bed soon anyways."
Booth tugged at the collar of his dress shirt. "No…I'm not uncomfortable with it. I mean, if you're comfortable, then that's what matters, right?"
Brennan smiled distractedly and nodded. "Sure…" she turned her head toward the TV. "Which team are you wanting to win?"
Booth blinked and then looked toward the TV, "Hmmm? Oh, um…the Steelers. The ones in black."
Brennan nodded, and he felt her hair against his side. "That's nice."
Booth tapped his foot against the floor and looked to the TV, concentrating on the action there.
A few moments later, he felt a slight tickling along his leg. Looking down, he saw Brennan's fingers were absentmindedly rubbing against the outside of his leg, down to his knee and back. She didn't seem aware she was doing it, and it felt kind of nice, so he didn't worry much about it, especially because the commercial break was over, and the game was back on.
"Tonight's game is far from over" the announcer was saying, "so don't think about going anywhere."
The rubbing of her fingers stopped, and Booth looked down to see that she'd curled her knees up to rest her magazine against them. Practical, no doubt, but it also cause her already super short robe to slide even further up her thighs, making him wonder exactly what she had on underneath.
Brennan smiled to herself and listened carefully to the game, noting the exact moment it went back to a commercial break. She forced a yawn and then turned onto her side, her head falling neatly into Booth's lap. She noticed, but didn't comment on the way he tensed, his arm coming up in the air for a moment. Eventually his hand settled on her hip, and she hid another smile at the way he tried to subtly tug her robe further down her leg.
But once the game came back on, she leaned up, and got off of the couch, making her way to the kitchen, "I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want one?" she turned and caught Booth's gaze on her legs.
"Hmm…what?" he cleared his throat and met her gaze. "No, I'm hot. I mean…good…I'm good." One side of his mouth curved up in a slightly dazed smile. "Thanks though."
Brennan merely smiled and continued into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of ice water and then returned to the living room, resuming her position next to him, although this time, she just sat close to him, letting her bare arm brush against his, the slight scrape of his cotton dress shirt tantalizing against her.
She shivered, and he looked down, "Cold?"
"Maybe a little" she admitted, and smiled when he put his arm around her, pulling her even closer to his side. She shifted her glass to her left hand and let her right hand rest on his thigh. He caught her hand in his and smiled at her as he twined his fingers with hers.
Brennan watched the game with him for a bit, and when it went to a commercial break, she turned and kissed him, right below his ear. "I have to admit that I missed you today."
Booth turned to face her, and she took advantage of his nearness to press her lips against his, the first kiss since they'd been back to her apartment. Using all of her sensual cunning, she teased his mouth with hers, letting her tongue dart between his lips, enjoying the way his mouth was warmer, compared to her cooler, recently ice water quenched tongue.
Brennan slid her fingers out from Booth's and let her hand run up his chest around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. Just as he started to respond, Brennan pulled back, hearing the announcers come back on the air.
"We're back, America. And this one is shaping up to be a doozy."
Brennan smiled to herself at Booth's stunned expression. I'll say, she thought with a smirk.
Booth could hardly concentrate on the game what with a lush female body pressed up against him like this. And not just any body either, this was…"Bones…"
"Yes?" she asked, turning toward him, and he realized he'd said her name out loud.
"What?" he blinked. "Oh…um, can I have some of your water? I guess I'm thirsty after all."
"Sure" she nodded and handed him the glass. Once he was done, she placed it on the table in front of them. "You can have more if you want. I think I don't need any more."
Booth spared a smile in her direction, desperately trying not to peer down the front of her robe. He rotated his neck to the side and forced his eyes onto the TV screen.
Just then, the Steelers intercepted the football. "Nice" Booth pumped his fist into the air. "We're still in this"
Brennan smiled at him, and noticed that the game had gone to a commercial break. "Why are there so many commercials?"
Booth's eyebrows rose, "Well, whenever there is a stop in the game, the advertisers like to take advantage of that and sell products I guess."
"Makes sense" Brennan conceded. "Although, it's kind of annoying."
Booth chuckled. "Yes, that is true. A lot of times it takes away from the enjoyment of the game."
Sparing a glance toward the TV, Brennan stood up in front of him. "Well, I think I might have something that you might like, something that might be a good alternative, during the commercials."
Booth watched in shock as she loosened the tie on her robe, letting it drop to reveal her body, barely covered in a black see through lace bra and panty set. "Oh my God" he breathed, and gasped when she straddled his waist.
"I want you to enjoy the game, Booth." She whispered as her lips descended onto his.
His hands flexed on either side of her body, not really quite sure what to do. For starters, they wanted to push her away, just so he could look at her more, but they also wanted to peel off every scrap, just to see if she was as gorgeous as he remembered.
"Oh…the game's back on" she shrugged casually and then climbed off of him, settling back beside him on the couch.
"Mmhhm" Booth let out a noise from his nose and mouth as he stared at her incredulously.
She just smiled kindly, "The game's on, Booth" she motioned to the TV. "You don't want to miss it."
He swallowed hard and tried to focus on the screen, and not on the total siren inches away from him. Each snap felt like an hour and each called play felt even longer as his hands clenched and unclenched. There were only four minutes left of the fourth quarter, and the Steelers had the ball, only down one touchdown. Normally, all of his concentration would be focused on sending good energy toward the team. But currently, most of his energy was centered between his two nearly shaking thighs.
The Steelers made it down to field goal range, but missed, and Booth frowned. But then, the TV switched to some commercial about something, and his whole body went on alert.
"You're right" she whispered in his ear, and he leaned away from her. But the movement just allowed her to push him down onto his back against the couch cushion. She climbed over him and he gasped as her lace bra did nothing to cover her interest in him. She pressed her whole body on top of his and threaded her hands through his hair, nipping at his lips. "Commercials are annoying, Booth."
She kissed his lips for a few more seconds, then, slid her body down his, stopping at his belt. Bypassing that, she went straight for his zipper, and tugged it down, pleased with the way she met some resistance from his already straining erection.
"Bones…" his hand tugged into her hair, and she met his eyes. But he didn't stop her, just closed his eyes and tipped his head back.
Very pleased, she slid one cool hand into his pants and boxers, quickly releasing him from the confines. Circling her index finger around the tip of him, she smiled before leaning down. And just as she opened her lips to…
"Hey, hey, America…we're back, and you don't want to touch that dial, because this game is going to go down to the wire."
Brennan pulled back, sitting back on her knees. She almost felt sorry at the stunned look on Booth's face, but instead she just smiled and turned toward the TV. "Who do you think will win?"
Booth wasn't sure what he answered, but he didn't suppose it was a complete sentence. But then again, she wasn't really expecting an answer, he didn't think. But he couldn't think about anything. Nothing.
His body remained on its back, incapable of movement. Part of him knew he should put a stop to this, or keep it going, or something, but he physically could not get his brain to wrap around a coherent thought. Turning his head so he at least looked like he was watching the game, he blinked several times, all of the white lines and dark uniforms becoming a blur. And when the Steelers stopped the Bengals after four downs, he was happy. But not because of the field position. But because…
"We're not going to go to a commercial right now, but instead, we're going to toss it up to the Sports Desk…guys…how's the weather up there?"
Booth almost howled in frustration. No! He wanted commercials!
He panted and looked down to see Brennan lean over and take a drink from the glass of water. She turned to him and held it up, "Want some?"
Those words, combined with the picture she made caused his mind to ache and he whimpered. She just smiled and set the glass back onto the table, using her index finger to catch one drop of water that was at the side of her mouth. Booth watched in torment as she ran her finger along her lips and then sucked it right into her mouth. His hips rocked off of the couch, but she pretended not to notice.
Torture…gorgeous, brainy torture.
The team marched down the field, gaining yards, even as the clock was winding down. A quick time out was the best thing that could happen, and Booth whimpered again when the screen went to a commercial, and he felt cool lips around his swollen… "oh, baby, Bones!"
Her hands came up then and unfastened his belt and buckle, then his pants. Damn she was good. Just as she began sliding her head up and down in a rhythm completely designed to fry his brain, she stopped, sliding off of him, her tongue a sweet swirl of suction as it released him from her mouth. "Why?" he couldn't help but pant, and she laughed then, before schooling her features and turning to watch the game. Within seconds, the Steelers threw for a touchdown, and she smiled. "Oh, that is impressive."
Booth was practically shaking, and he groaned at the four words that came from the TV. That damn TV he never should have let her buy. "We're going into overtime."
Brennan stood and stretched her arms over her head. "Well, I am kind of tired. I think I'm going to go to bed." She sighed and then turned and bent over in front of Booth to pick up the water glass from where she'd left it. "I just don't think I have it in me to watch the rest of the game." She turned with a smile. "But you go ahead." Leaning down, she pressed a chaste kiss against his lips, "Goodnight, Booth."
And then she walked back to her bedroom.
--b&b—
Booth looked down his body, then at the TV, and then back to his body. Then the TV again. Oh, man…
Meanwhile, Brennan closed her bedroom door and then rushed to her bed, eagerly sliding under the blankets and sheets. She was freezing! At least, most of her was. And as she ran her hands down her body to try to warm up, she could feel her hips arch up, and knew that her torment of Booth had also left her very unsatisfied.
Realizing it was possible that Booth would actually stay out in the living room, Brennan decided she didn't to wait for him. Imagining his warm hands along her stomach, she slid them up before cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. "Oh, Booth" she moaned, then bit her lip. Hopefully he hadn't heard that.
So what if he did, her libido challenged, and Brennan had to admit there was an appeal to the idea of Booth eavesdropping on her. What was he going to do if he discovered her? She'd already done this the week before, for his fantasy, so it's not like he was going to leave in horror.
Brennan smoothed her hands down her stomach, her hips now moving in time with an imaginary rhythm. Just as she let one finger slide beneath the hem of her panties, she gasped as her bedroom door flung open.
"Hold it right there"
Booth's raspy voice caught her attention, and she watched as he ripped his shirt over his head, not caring that a couple of buttons popped off in the process.
"Temperance Brennan…" he shook his head and pulled off his under shirt before shoving his pants and boxers down his legs and off in quick movements. "You are one hell of a piece of trouble, you know that?"
Brennan smiled and continued the movement of her finger beneath the blanket. She knew Booth could see what she was doing, but it just added to the whole appeal. Supremely satisfied that her plan worked, she used her other hand to pull back the covers. "Just what are you going to do about it, hmmm?"
Booth made a low growl in the back of his throat and pulled all of the covers off of the bed, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. "I'm going to make you so hot, you'll never be able to be satisfied without me again."
Her hips arched off the bed at his words. "What about the game?"
Booth climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, then reared himself up so their faces were only centimeters apart, "What game?" he smirked, and Brennan smiled, leaning up to catch his lips with hers.
Booth possessed her mouth with his and grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. She arched beneath him, and he let his entire aching body slide against hers, both of them groaning at the sensation.
Leaving her hands above her head, he kissed all along her throat and chest, quickly removing her bra and tossing it across the room. "Mine" he growled, and Brennan arched an eyebrow, but didn't comment as he swept his tongue across one peak, and then the other.
He continued his torment even as he wedged his thighs between hers, forcing her to open for him. With her arms above her head and her legs open to him, she felt slightly dominated, but knowing that she'd made him lose control like this gave Brennan all the satisfaction she needed.
Well, maybe not all the satisfaction she needed, she realized, as his clever lips moved down her stomach even as his fingers peeled her underwear from her body.
But she tensed when he began to nuzzle between her thighs.
One of her hands quickly came down to block him. "Um…no thank you"
Booth paused and looked at her, a confused look on his face. "Okay…but…you were doing that to me."
Brennan frowned, "Yes, but that's different."
"How is it different?' Booth wanted to know, pressing kisses against her knuckles, even as she shielded herself from him.
She arched her hips. "It just is…I'm sorry, but…please…"
Booth placed his elbows on either side of her hips and then leveraged his weight forward so their faces were even, his lips hovering right above hers. "Kiss me, Bones"
Pleased at his acceptance, she clutched his face in his hands and molded her lips to his, quickly bringing her legs up and around his waist. Booth reached down with one hand and lined himself up to her entrance, letting just the first inch of him enter her.
She arched and twisted her hips, "More" she complained, and he laughed.
"You're one to talk" he growled in her ear, but gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted really, which was his entire length buried deep, deep in her welcoming heat.
"No more talking" she panted, clamping her thighs around his hips and her arms around her back.
"Works for me," he groaned, wrapping his own arms around her as they clung to one another, reaching, reaching, reaching and then gasping in pleasure, their lips frantic against one another.
Knowing he was probably too heavy for her, but too spent to care, he collapsed against her, his face pressed to the cool pillow beside her face. "Every damn time. It gets better every damn time, Bones." He murmured, pleased when her hands came up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.
She sighed, and he started to move.
"No…don't move" she tightened her arms around him. "Just…not quite yet"
Booth nodded against her neck and kissed her there, then again, everything about her appealing to him in that moment.
"There's never going to be anyone for me but you, Bones." He choked out. She tensed a bit, but today had been a hard lesson for him in telling the truth.
He'd always been the one who prided himself on doing the right thing emotionally when it came to her, but today she'd been the one who'd come after him, who had cleaned up after his mess of a misunderstanding.
So from now on, he was going to tell her the truth, no matter what.
--b&b--
Catch you tomorrow!
