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While in search for a desk top picture of our favorite couple I found one that inspired this story.
Let's just say the picture will be described in all its glory.
Chapter 5 – This Just Had To Be
It was a Thursday and I was on my way to Bones office to complete the paperwork from out last case, but I needed to make a detour first. I just hoped no one would catch me, least of all Bones. "Angela," I said as I walked into her office, "I can't believe I am asking you of all people, but I need some advice."
"Gee thanks Booth I'm so flattered. What can humble ole me do for you, the famous never need anyone's help, FBI agent," she asked in a sarcastic tone.
Already realizing I had made one of many mistakes possible in this endeavor I began to back peddle. "No sorry that didn't come out like I meant. I need to ask you some thing and you always have the right answers in these matters."
"Look Booth stop with the flattery it won't get you any further out of the hole you've dug so what do you need?"
"Well…" I could feel my face turning fifteen shades of red so I thought I'd just better get it over with. "We are all going out tomorrow night right?"
"Yes Booth, is that what you needed to know because you could have just asked Brenn."
"No." Taking a big breath I began "I really want to get Bones attention tomorrow night and I've tried everything. I know she likes my jeans, and there ok, but is there anything else that women might like better? You know something that might make them take more notice?"
"By that I take it you're not talking about a new suit or flashier tie?" At his nod she continued "you know there is one thing and you could definitely pull it off but I don't think you have the courage to wear it."
"Hey I'm a Special FBI Agent I'm not afraid of anything. So what are we talking about here? Do I need to come in nude, cause you're right that I might not be able to pull off I can't afford to get arrested you know", he said smiling his charm smile at her.
"Stop it right there Booth no smile, ok here it is you go to this boutique and ask for Joan. Do what ever she tells you got it. She won't lead you wrong but it will take a lot of nerve to do it. So we'll see big man do you have it or do you have it?" she gave him a card with the address and shooed him away.
Later that evening after giving Bones a bogus reason for not meeting her for dinner he headed to the boutique. He had never been to a boutique for men and wasn't sure to expect the name wasn't encouraging, The Hungry Hunter. Is that what he was becoming where she was concerned a hungry hunter? Well he was getting so hungry he was starved for her, but was he ready to become a hunter? He walked in and asked for Joan. He was met by a young willowy blond. Someone he would have definitely gone for in his pre Bones days, but his tastes turned to one brunette with crystalline eyes these days.
"So," Joan said "you are the hunk Angela sent over for me to dress. She said you were great looking but her description of you fell far short of the mark," she smiled seductively.
"Look Joan is it," he said waiting patiently for her acknowledgement "I am here for something special, and I'm very taken."
"So this is for the taken one huh? Ok let's get going I have the perfect thing for you, but Angela said if I did I was to remind you of your comment about your nerve." Looking at him appreciatively she reached over and handed him a pair of pants suspiciously in his size. "Try these on, and by the way these are meant to be worn without those boxers you must be so fond of."
Looking at the pants and noticing for the first time they were leather he chocked out the first thing that came to mind "how did you know I favor boxers?"
"Clothes are my business, change."
Taking the pants into the changing room and trying them on he found they were very comfortable, in fact the fit like a second skin. A tan soft buttery second skin. Bones would definitely like these, but so would every other woman in the place. Oh well if he did wear them he could probably get her to watch his back maybe his front too. These pants and Bones would require all the hockey states he knew plus probably football ones too. Well Angela had dared him. Was he brave enough? He ran his hands down the legs of the pants again. The feel of them was very sensuous yeah he'd wear them. After changing again he walked out and told Joan he'd take the pants.
As he was leaving she said "she sure is one lucky girl and don't forget no boxers!"
Friday he got home early and decided he needed to walk around his apartment in the new pants to get used to the feel before leaving. He didn't want the pure erotic feeling embarrass him. It was going to be hard enough just sitting next to Bones and having her watch him. After a few hours he thought he was comfortable and anyway he needed to get his shower and get going. Once in the shower the combination of the shower and slickness of the soap brought back the earlier erotic feeling and he knew he would need to get some relief before heading to meet his friends and Bones. Reaching out for the relief he so desperately needed thoughts of Bones began to intercede. Her face, her lips, her legs, the way her body moved, soon his relief came with such force it almost buckled his knees. His head fell forward against the cold tile. It was always like this, only lately it was getting worse. His only relief for the sexual tension he felt was wrapped in Bones. It was why he had decided he was going to take her on her terms. If sex was all she wanted he would start there and hope he could move to the next level with him. He was hoping this new him would make her see him as a non-partner and agree the line had been gone for a long while.
Looking into the window of the Founding Fathers he could see them all at a table. They were eating here as well thus the table. Cam and her man of the hour Dane (was that his name?), Hodgins with Jolee from Antiquities (he had been seeing her for awhile, before Angela and Wendell hooked up), Angela and Wendell (that had been a surprise but he thought it was a good match) and of course Bones who was waiting for him. Oh well he thought I want this so I best get in there and see if I can make it happen.
Walking in the door he turned to his right and started walking to their table. He noticed her eyes widen immediately and decided to get a beer on his way.
Angela happened to be looking at Brennan when she saw her eye open and didn't have to imagine what had happened, Booth had just walked in. She was interested in what Joan had talked him into so she turned around just in time to see him walk to the bar. She almost fainted; Joan had gotten him into the tightest leather pants she had ever seen on a man. If she was a good judge of the male physique, and she was, he was totally nude under them also. If Brennan didn't get the hint after this she was just too dumb for a man like Booth, but judging from her look she got it.
Walking over to the table Booth said "good evening everyone." They all turned to look but the women's mouths fell to the floor. The men gave him that "if looks could kill you'd be dead so stay away from my woman look. He slid into the booth next to Brennan and whispered "Hi Bones, sorry I'm late miss me?"
Her breathing ragged she barely got out "no we were just getting ready to eat."
They all ordered and spent a few hours over pleasant conversation before deciding since it was Friday they would go to a club. Of course Angela knew where all the new hot ones were and they decided on one where the music was great to dance to but the conversation was still audible. When they arrived there was a line but strangely enough it was Booth that got them in not Brennan. It seemed the owner was always on the look out for hot men even those with dates. It seems they kept the ladies coming back eager to see them again, alone. The killer combination of Booth's pants, smile and looks would put him at the top of the owners list. The club lived up to it press. The music was varied, not so loud you couldn't hear your date and the drinks were good. Booth kept to beer and limited himself to one he was driving. Brennan was drinking her usual white wine and had limited herself also. Sitting next to Booth was intoxicating enough and she knew she needed a clear head.
At one point Angela caught Booth alone "so studly I see you are brave enough. I never thought Jean would suggest those or that you would wear them let alone nude but it works for you Booth. If Brenn doesn't wake up and smell the coffee and Wendell and I don't make it I'm definitely commin after your ass. Now go get the girl.
Walking back to the table and reaching for her hand I asked "Bones you wanna dance?"
"Sure Booth."
I led her out to the middle of the dance floor to were our friends were not staring at us and placed my hands around her waist pulling her in and started to move in time to the slow music. She started with her hands at my waist and began sliding them downward until they rested on the curve of my butt. The hockey stats began to run in my head. Good thing she didn't want to talk. After the song was over we walked back to the table and sat down. As soon as we were seated her hand began roving again. She began sliding it from my knee to the top of my thigh back down to my knee and back again.
I was almost out of hockey stats when she leaned in and whispered warmly and a little breathlessly into my ear. "Booth can we leave, I'm tired of this music and really want to listen to some of my own."
Her hand was moving again, the stats were now blown out of the water, if we didn't leave and right now I was never going to be allowed in here again. "Sure Bones, say goodbye will ya. I'll go get the car." Walking out of the club into the cool night air gave me temporary relief but I knew it was only going to be temporary. Getting the SUV I met her out front and we started home. "Were are we going again?"
"Booth we are going to my apartment to have sex of course."
"Oh yeah, I just forget where we were going." I had done it we were going to have sex. SEX, SEX. Wait that was what this had been all about right? The pants, the club, everything, isn't that what I wanted? Pulling to the side of the road and slamming on the brakes it came to me. "No!"
"Booth what's wrong I thought that's what this was all about. You wanted to have sex and that's what we are going to do right?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean no, what I mean is yes I want to have sex with you but no I don't want to have sex with you." At the confused look on her face I continued "you see Bones I thought I could do it your way, just have a sexual relationship with you and we would both be happy. It's not that easy. I don't want sex because I want to make love to you and making love is not just about having sex. Bones you won't like to hear this and it may make you hate me forever but I have to tell you I can't keep it in any more. The reason I want to make love to you is that I love you." He held his breath waiting for the fallout to begin, but was unprepared and a little hurt for the laughter that followed.
Looking at his hurt face she quickly realized she knew this man so well her laughter had hurt his feelings and he was unsure of how her felt. "Booth I love you too. I have never told you because I thought it was only one sided. I don't know when I first knew for certain it was love not some chemicals, but there it is… I love you too. Now can we please go home and make love?"
"Yes we sure can. I guess I really didn't need these pants did I but I have to say the look on your face when you first saw them was worth the price."
"Yes I'm sure it was and I can tell by the look and feel they won't take long to get off either. Booth I love these pants, the feel and the way they look but if you ever wear them out of the house without my permission again I'll skin them off of you got it?"
Trust me those pants… If you are interested send me an e-mail and I will attempt to send it to you (depending on the address and its ability to take new mail.)
Let me know what you think?
Nyre
