Hello. D is up and since you've all been nice, I've decided to add a twist in this one. When viewing stories, I found that the most popular ones appear to be Brennan and Booth, 'roughing it up' did I get that term correct? Apologies to any one who does NOT enjoy this sort of story.
M for strong language and scenes of a sexual nature (as if I would deliver anything less)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones.
Daring in the Doorway
They were almost toe to toe when she had calmly uttered that tiny inkling of a proposition. He had been nose to nose with her when he failed to listen to the strict warning sign on her side of the line. Skew it. He had said as he invaded her personal space and wandered past the sharp perimeters of his own heart-saving refuge. Enough was enough. The things they had said to each other within their blind hissing and passionate argument could not be taken back. Everything had gone silent. It had slipped out. She had slipped up. In the heat of the moment, she had finally taken it upon herself to acknowledge the obvious grey elephant in the room. Right between both her and her partner.
She didn't think about the consequences that would come after her little outburst. The only thing that had been circling in her mind while they battled it out in yet another conflict was how much she wanted to shut him up. How much she just wanted to close the distance between them and cover his mouth with her own. She wanted to taste the words of anguish that precipitated from his mouth, not hear them. She wanted him. Always.
Booth closed the door behind him, warily following his partner down the hall of her apartment.
She was pissed. No denying that fact...but she seemed to be taking it more out on him than the guy who had actually tried to start a fight with the FBI Agent. I mean, what the fuck was he supposed to do?! Take the punch and let the son of a bitch rub up against his partner??? I think not. He had shown exactly who was in charge and taken action, apparently, much to Brennan's displeasure.
She didn't ACTUALLY want to go out with that idiot, did she?!
Booth hadn't given her time to answer, he simply stated that she would not appreciate being around this particular guy's company. He had seen his kind roaming the streets, prying on helpless women with his sickly smile and disturbing presence. Not the sort he wanted his partner being with. Not that he wanted any guy to be drooling around Brennan...
"You show an excessive amount of protective behaviour Booth....some may say you're a little jealous."
First move.
"Me Jealous? Ha, I don't think so..."
"Well you seem to be very interested in my personal relationships. Do you wish to offer your input to whom I must date?"
"Bones, you can date whoever you want, just not the psychos, serial killers and pervs. And that guy had that sort of creepy vibe...."
"Did your gut tell you this, Booth?" She rolled her eyes and began making her way over to her bedroom, slipping her heels off while she walked.
She was beyond irritated by Booth's 'mark your territory tactic'. Now, she wasn't completely socially stunted to figure out that Booth was jealous when that other guy asked her out. He had shown him off and practically kicked the man's butt out of the picture. Brennan hadn't been interested in going out with the man, however she didn't need Booth telling her who she could and couldn't see. Not after he had drawn that stupid line and tempted her too many times to count. It wasn't fair to dangle something you really wanted right in front of you and then to yank it away and tease you with 'there's someone out there for everyone' and 'breaking laws of physics'. I mean, who does that?!
She really didn't need Booth playing the jealous boyfriend, when what she really wanted was her trusty partner.....who she would have tremendous sex with.
"Yes. And do you know what else it said? That you need to be more careful about who you date." He stepped after her, shrugging his jacket off and placing it down. She stopped at the door and turned around. Her eyes were narrowed, a look of dismay and pure curiosity etched across her face.
"So what you're saying is that I'm only allowed to date those who you approve of?" Now she was ticked off. What gave him the right to control her life? Just because she couldn't have him doesn't mean he could stop anyone else from having her.
"What? No, I just think-"
"You think that you have the authority to determine who is a suitable mate for dating me?" She snorted and took a step forward, there was nothing friendly about the way she was looking at him, a look of ire sewn into her crystal blue eyes. "If you're such an expert in this area, maybe you should be the one dating me, Booth, because as far as I'm concerned you're the one not doing a damn thing about me dating these men. It's YOUR problem here, not mine. So do something about it." The last bit was a whisper, chilling the room in an undeniable thick mist of tension.
Second move.
Booth's eyes shot wide open at her abrupt declaration. Damn her honest opinion and freedom of speech.
She had just basically, flat out told him that if wanted her, he would have to get up off his ass and do something about it, or else his 'little problem' might just send her over the edge.
He stood gaping for a moment, unsure what to say in his answer. He wanted to choose his words wisely, yet he couldn't bring himself to actually verbalize his true feelings for the fiery woman who stood glaring at him.
Her patience was wearing thin as she waited for any response. Her brain told her she had just made a huge mistake. The likelihood was measuring up to look like the complete opposite to what she had assumed. He was her partner. It was his job to protect her from criminals and bad men alike. It didn't mean there was a sexual or emotional attraction involved, it just meant that he cared for well being, that's all. It made her feel sick to the stomach waiting for his reply.
Her heart, on the other hand, was doing somersaults and congratulating her for taking the first couple of steps to what this five year relationship was climaxing to. She had taken the leap of faith, now it was his turn. His move.
She had dared him, now for the truth...
Your move.
Booth stepped forward and looked down into her eyes. They blinked with a furious anxious pool of blue flowing through them. He could see his reflection staring back at him. He looked nervous, even a little shy. What a joke! An FBI Agent that was shy. Shameful...disgraceful even.
He licked his dry lips and swallowed forcefully. Enough was enough.
In less than a second, he had captured her lips in a passionate kiss. It was gentle, yet fast, sweet, yet furious and unbelievably sexual that it intoxicated their bodies. They were drunk on each other and both just wanted more.
He attacked the side of her neck, wildly nuzzling, kissing and nipping any sweet skin he could lay his lips on.
"Booth..." She breathed, clutching his shirt to pull him closer, while he worked on her blouse buttons. One by one, the buttons were undone, exposing the creamy skin that revealed to be much more softer than anything he had ever dreamed of. His eyes nearly popped out when he unveiled her top half completely to find her generous breasts encased in a silky black bra. He immediately went hard when he realized she had been sporting this particular piece of underwear under her shirt, the entire time they had been sat in the interrogation room. Talking to the scum bag who asked her out. At the memory of his beady eyes splayed all over his partner, Booth made an onrush to her gorgeous molds, sucking her already aroused peaks into his mouth through the dark material. She gasped as the immediate pleasure coursed erotically through her body, right down to her wet center. She scraped at his chest, ripping his own shirt from his torso so that his tanned pectorals were now on show to her hungry eyes. Buttons went flying to the floor as she slipped the remaining parts of the shirt from his muscular shoulders.
"Sorry." She panted, not the least bit sorry when biting the newly uncovered skin that tasted deliciously of cologne and Booth.
"Don't be." He flung the rest of her blouse off and began the wonderful job of taking her short black skirt from her smooth, long legs. He moaned at the thought of having them wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, over and over again.
She beat him to the punch.
Before he could pull down that temptingly evil skirt of hers, Brennan shot down his legs and began frantically undoing the buckle on the belt and extracting the leather from his pants loops. Booth hissed at the contact as she yanked his trousers down and stroked him through his boxers.
"Bones."
She dragged his persistent underwear down and grabbed his aching member, the warmth from her hand almost unbearable to take. If he didn't do something, he would come straight in her hand, something which would not have a happy ending for everyone.
He snapped up her wrists with one strong hand and held them forcefully above her head. While he still had the chance, Booth, with the remaining hand he had, bunched Brennan's skirt down to reveal the slender long legs he had dreamed of. He ran his eyes ravenously over her body, his excited friend down stairs jumping to full erectness as he took in her pale, soft curves, flushed face and sparkling, dark blue orbs.
"Beautiful." He mumbled deliriously into her ear as he flicked open the clasp on her bra, the first time ever he had seen her naked breasts. "Absolutely beautiful."
Her pupils were dilated and she whimpered as Booth lovingly ran a finger along her neckline, down her clavicle, right over her almost painful tight nipple.
"Booth...please." She pleaded when his clever tongue swirled over the anatomy his finger had been pleasuring.
"Please, what?"
"Please. I want you inside of me."
That's all he needed to hear. He hooked his fingers inside of her panties and pulled them down her thighs, taking the time to brush the pads of his hands over her gloriously emollient skin. He could smell and feel the evident arousal that dampened her folds as he ventured into the forbidden area of a woman's sex.
She wasn't just a woman though. She was his partner, his friend, the love of his life.
His Bones.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted this." Booth's husky voice sent shivers down her spine.
Before she could say anything, Booth seized hold of Brennan's hips and positioned himself at her entrance, a silent communication going on between the two as he begged for entry.
"Yes." She breathed, and with that he impaled himself in her, filling her up like she had never been filled before.
"Fuck." She cried and braced herself against the door behind her. He began pumping into her, her softs sighs and hums soon turning into breathless pants of pleasure and ecstasy.
"Faster Booth. Fuck me hard..." She puffed quickly, desire at the point of no return in her trembling center.
He quickly complied as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pounded into her. She moaned her approval and clawed lightly at his back. He let out a satisfied grunt and moved with a new determination. Reach the goal. Make her come.
Sweat beaded down from his forehead and she instantly went out to lick the moisture that dripped down his cheek. He groaned and gripped her ass cheeks, motioning her higher in position and deepening the penetration.
"Booth!" She screamed at the new angle, absolutely flabbergasted by the amount of pleasure flowing through her.
As for Booth, he was in deep in the heavenly depths of Dr Temperance Brennan. And it felt A M A Z I N G.
The door was rattling against it's hinges now, and he was sure that the neighbors could hear their frantic love making through the walls, however at this time and moment he really couldn't have given a damn even if there was crowd of people watching. Nothing could have taken the edge off of their explosive intercourse.
"So....close." She bit down on his shoulder and continued to meet him stroke for stroke as slammed everything he had into oblivion.
"Let go...Bones."
At his submission, she let go, and boy did she let go. As everything was set off like a firecracker display, she felt the sharp spasms of an out of this world orgasm wrack her body.
"BOOTH!!!" She screamed as if she would spontaneously combust. Wave after wave of delectably thrilling pleasure managed to blind her for a short period.
She felt deliciously sated, even a little weak at the knees.
Booth followed her quickly, his near peak spilling over him until he saw stars flashing before his eyes. Unbelievable. Miraculous. Explosive. No words were enough to conjure up how he felt at that moment.
By the time both their breathing rates had gone down, it was impossible not to smile. In the heat of the moment, the two partners had literally attacked each other, up against a door. It was funny to think that two people who were so good at hiding their emotions had practically unraveled everything that five years of pent up sexual tension had over them. All the coiled up love and desire had finally lead up to this.
Booth's throaty chuckle rumbled between their chests and erupted Brennan's own laugh.
"Haha. Good to see you have irrepressible self-control."
"Well, only around you, Bones." He smiled and placed a kiss on her head. "I still can't believe I couldn't even make it to bed without doing you against a door."
She nuzzled her cheek against his own and smirked. "Mmm...at least I'll always have the memory of you taking me against my bedroom door. I'll never be able to walk through this doorway again without remembering." She grinned wickedly up at him, a feline look plastered across her face. He was immediately hard again.
"Wanna make some more memories? Perhaps in the actual bedroom, this time."
"Sure." She laughed before he opened the door and shut it behind them. They had a busy night ahead of them.
Hopefully the neighbors would understand why the screaming had exceeded it's limit.
Thew! That was hard work. E is next and I'm in the mood for some naughty 'Emails', if you catch my drift :)
Reviews are very welcome :D
