Another letter bites the dust- or rather Booth's ass (have no idea why I said that).
As promised, n is for naughty, however there wasn't many ideas available :(
Then it hit me.
I'm gonna go all Hart Hanson on you now and say, there will be sex in this chapter, however there may not be. Get it? Cause I don't...
Naughty in the novel
Brennan ceased her tapping and took a look at what she had just written.
This is absolute shit.
She glared disapprovingly down at the laptop screen and cursed the mediocre and down right embarrassing excuse for a chapter.
There is no possible way I can give this to my publisher.
She sighed and rubbed her temples in exasperation. Less than 12 hours remained for her deadline and Brennan had close to nothing written on the page in front of her. It was frustrating to encounter such an irritating case of writers block, as she was supposed to be a best selling novelist and anthropologist.
And what really pissed her off was the fact that it was a raunchy sex scene between her two main characters, something she was usually good at when it came to writing romance and smut.
You know why your novel is suffering. She thought miserably as she gazed at her crappy piece of software, wishing for it to just write itself so she could dive into a peaceful sleep.
The reason your characters are having to endure a sex-free lifestyle is all down to one person.
You.
They're not getting any, because you're not getting any. Simple as fucking pie.
Pie?
Brennan's gaze shot to the middle shelf of her bookcase, where her photographs and ornaments sat. She was met with a sincere grin and a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. The irrepressible dimples that highlighted his face made him look boyish and handsome, while his nose was straight and distinguished in a way that he looked manly and powerful. The joy that radiated from his face was easily recognizable and Brennan felt that familiar stir of emotions flutter in her stomach, the same reaction she always had when she saw that adorable yet incredibly sexy smile cross his face.
Booth looked undeniably charming in this particular picture, everything that represented the tender and gentle, the masculine and authority, the sheer perfection that was reflected from that photograph- all of it sent chills down her spine as Brennan found herself once again gazing longingly at the picture in it's clear, silver frame.
She remembered the day it'd been taken. They had been celebrating their current case completion and Angela had wanted to get a memory of the occasion with her camera. She had said that in an artist view, he looked especially hot with his hair disheveled and tie loosened. Brennan hadn't thought much of it back then, Booth was a very attractive male specimen, although looking at him now, he really did look remarkably...delicious. Edible. Delectably dark and luscious to taste.
Wow. She blinked her eyes and woke up from her dreamy thoughts. Looking around she noticed the other photos she had collected over the years. Some were of Booth and her, Angela and the rest of her team and a cute one of Parker and Booth playing on a grassy field. Brennan smiled at that one. Booth was an amazing father to Parker, even if he was only a weekend Dad. You could see by the look of adoration and dedicated love on the younger Booth's face, that this little boy really looked up to his elder.
Who could blame him? Booth was a wonderful man.
She flickered her lids tiredly up to the center piece of the whole unit. A picture of both her and Booth smiling at the camera, his arm around her shoulders and her head just leaning against his neck. Her birthday.
Booth had planned a surprise party for her at the Jeffersonian last year, something she'd normally hate but he had gone to so much trouble organizing and inviting all her close friends and family. She'd been so touched that he would do all that just for her, so that she wasn't alone another year on the day that she was supposed to be celebrating.
Brennan had said right at the end to him that it was best birthday she could have ever asked for. He had given her his best signature smile and shrugged.
"Whatever it takes to make you happy, Bones."
And it had made her happy.
Looking down at the laptop screen she smiled. You just need a little inspiration...
Brennan grabbed her cell and punched one in on speed dial.
In less than five rings a voice came to the phone.
"Hey Bones. What's up?" Booth's voice chimed in on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, Booth. I'm just trying to finish up my latest chapter."
"Well it's 11 at night, maybe you should take a break. Is there something you wanted to talk about?"
A surge of excitement shot through her body as she set to work on her plan.
"Actually yes. I'm facing some difficulty in a specific scene I'm trying to write and-"
"Woah, you have writers block?? Jeez..."
"-yes well, if you let me continue."
"Sorry."
She sighed. "Like I said, I'm having some trouble and I need your help."
"What can I do you for, Bones?"
"I was wondering whether you could read me an extract from my last book. It would help give preference to my new chapter and make my task more simplified," She smiled pleasantly down the phone and hoped he would fall for it. "I would do it myself, however I've misplaced my original copy."
There was silence for a moment and Brennan wondered whether he was still on line. After a while there was an answer.
"Okay...here's the copy, what'd you need reading out?"
"Go to chapter 23 and page 234 and read from there."
She waited for him to find the correct chapter and page, and after a minute she heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end.
"Bones?"
"Yes, Booth?"
"This is a sex scene between the lead characters."
"Yes, that's what I'm finding problematic. Are you still willing to help, because if not, I think Hodgins may have a copy..."
"I'll do it."
Brennan grinned naughtily and placed the phone on loud speaker, so that her hands were at the ready to type. She could almost imagine Booth gulping as he began to read the first paragraph.
"Her desire burned hotter than any flame, it possessed her body and conveyed her senses as she slowly gave into the familiar temptation that were his lips." Booth's voice sounded distressed and cracked as he continued to read from the passage.
"It was like years of harbored lust finally being lifted off their shoulders, both meeting each other half way for a toe curling, wet kiss. His taste assaulted her senses, intoxicating and invading her lungs until all she could feel, taste and smell was Andy."
Brennan stifled a groan at the way his voice had lowered on some of the racier words he read out.
All through the beginning paragraph, Booth described in explicit detail, what was going on in the heated room in which Kathy and Andy occupied.
All the inspiration for her sex scene was there, except...
Not a word had been written on the page.
Brennan was beginning to breathe more shallowly as it came to the undressing part on the woman's behalf. The man had already shed his clothes and was now ravishing Kathy's body over every inch of skin he exposed.
"....Kathy cried out in reckless pleasure, her whole body collapsing into one dark pit of satisfaction, as shake after shake of violent tremors wracked her core. She continued to spiral out of control, even as Andy withdrew his moistened fingers and pleasured her further through other parts of his anatomy." Brennan could feel the dampness increasing between her legs, her slick walls just begging to feel something hard and strong inside of her. As Booth uttered those last sentences, she touched her thigh and rubbed it there slightly. She moaned and closed her eyes, imagining Booth with his hands all over her body, his smooth voice saying the most erotic and dirtiest things she'd ever fantasied about.
She placed a finger up to her panties and added pressure where needed.
"...As Andy continued to pump his member in and out of her panting body, she couldn't help but clench her walls around him-"
Brennan put her hand in her panties.
"-taking him for all he was worth. He hit all the right spots, jolting her body with his hardened thrusts and strokes."
She sank a finger inside of her and gritted her teeth to prevent crying out.
"When it seemed she couldn't go any further up the ledge, he pushed her, striking her body repeatedly and making her moan out incoherent words and phrases."
Brennan whimpered as Booth's voice, accompanied by her fingers, instantly took her to the edge, a powerful orgasm on the horizon and ready to be taken.
"When she couldn't take it anymore, Kathy was met with an air-splintering climax.
Her spasms sent Andy right to his own unbelievable orgasm, her tightness," Booth groaned. "and lava hot canal like a new home for his cock as he unleashed his seed deep into the depths of her core. She was in ecstasy and he was spent. A conjoined effort for primal release."
And that's all it took to make her shatter.
Brennan cried out silently as she reached her own release and curled into her g-spot with a long slick finger.
She lay back, the waves of pleasure finally subsiding as she gently stroked herself down from her high.
She wondered whether Booth had heard her little 'situation' on the phone, realizing that while she had been imaging Booth doing all this provocative stuff to her, he was still unaware of the fact that she had touched herself while he had been talking. Her silence hadn't helped reassure him.
"Bones? Are you okay??-" Booth piped in hesitantly, his own voice a bit ragged and husky to the ears of the recipient.
"Yeah I'm great, thanks Booth. I just got a little inspiration is all..."
"Oh well, next time you need some inspiration, maybe I should come over to yours personally and help."
Brennan could tell he was saying it as a cover for his embarrassment, a small joke to lighten the mood, but she still jumped at the chance.
"I still need to complete the ending, perhaps you could offer your services now?" She purred and put on her own irresistible charm that even Booth couldn't elude.
There was a clattering of something being dropped in the background and Booth cursed loudly.
"I-uh..."
"Unless you want me to write this scene all on my own. Hmm, this may be a long evening..."
"I'll be there in ten." And then the line was dead.
Brennan smirked and picked herself off her computer chair. If she was gonna get any 'writing' done, she'd need to get into character of course...
Oh no! It's o next!
Any ideas? Oh yeah, reviews please :D
