I've decided, based upon several requests, to continue this story beyond this chapter. For how many chapters, I don't know, but at least three more. Here is one that takes place the day that Booth gets cleared to go back to work after his time undergoing therapy with Gordon Gordon. Short, but fun. I hope you all enjoy it. Gregg.
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Bones was in her office working steadily on the backlog of paperwork that had steadily been increasing. It wasn't work for the FBI, but rather it was for the Jeffersonian as she had been working pretty much nonstop on cases with Sully the last three weeks. Now that the last case was finished, she had to catch up on her primary work. Sully had been disappointed that she had not wanted to go out with him, but she had explained that she and Booth were involved, so he had backed off. She wasn't sure how close he and Booth were, but there was a solid friendship between the two men, and she was pleased that Sully had not tried to act like a man who'd been rejected.
When her fingers had begun to ache with all the typing, she leaned back in her chair and stretched, letting the tense muscles loosen and get comfortable. The past month since her confrontation with Booth had been wonderful. He had decided that there was a lot of emotional issues that needed to be dealt with, and had continued on a leave of absence to get as much help from Gordon Gordon as possible. She'd been worried when Booth had extended his leave, but he had assured her that it was important. Their alone time had been quality time. They'd talked about a lot of things, and many of the hangups each had about relationships. It had been very cathartic, and had allowed her to see just how jaded she had become over the years.
The no sex rule she had imposed until he had finished with his therapy had been especially difficult to adhere to. They'd only had one slip, and it wasn't that serious of one. The other night Booth had rented the movie American Pie. Neither had seen it, but with the word "pie" in the title Booth had wanted to watch it. She'd thought the movie was funny, even though the humor was quite juvenile. Booth had been a fan of the humor from the start, but he had also had the typical male reaction with some of the scenes, and had predictably ended the movie, and the credits, with a hard on. Having not had him in some time, she hadn't been able to resist such prominent temptation and gave him a hand job on his couch. In some ways it had been a lot of fun as Booth kept babbling about how he wished they'd met when they were teenagers. Men were so easy. Give them a hand job and they were willing to do almost anything. She shouldn't be so casual in that attitude, though. She knew full well that when he had his hands on her working their magic, she would do almost anything for him. Despite the pleasure that previous lovers had given her, she could honestly say that no one produced the feelings and constant pleasure that Booth did.
"Hey, Bones!" she heard the most welcome voice she'd heard all day call out to her from the doorway to her office.
She opened her eyes and smiled over at him. "What are you doing here, Booth?" she asked. "I thought you had another session with Gordon Gordon."
Booth grinned like a kid in a candy store. He held up a piece of paper. "I'm cleared to go back to work, Bones," he said with an excited tone of voice. "No more sessions, and no more damn building projects for Gordon Gordon."
Her smile widened. "So that means you can go back to work?" she asked, clearly excited at the prospect. No matter how good Sully had been, no one could replace Booth.
"Day after tomorrow," Booth replied.
"How come not tomorrow?" she asked. There weren't any cases that she was aware of, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have work at his office to do after such an extended absence.
"I have something much more important to do," he said with that charm smile of his firmly in place.
Bones had an inkling of what he was getting at, and she had to hide her amusement. She wanted the same thing, but that didn't mean she had to give in so quickly. "And what's that, Booth?" she asked.
He walked over to her desk and leaned over so his face was inches from hers. "Oh, not much," he drawled. "Just something we've been avoiding until I finished with therapy."
"Not tonight, Booth," she replied, struggling to keep from smiling. "I have to be in early tomorrow and finish this paperwork so that I can have the weekend free. We're still taking Parker to the Zoo on Saturday, right?"
"Of course," Booth replied. "But Bones, it's been weeks," he pleaded.
"And on top of all that, I have a serious headache," she told him, deciding to see what he thought of her use of that famous cliché.
"A headache?!" he blurted. The look on his face must have been one for the books as she burst out laughing. "Something funny, Bones?" he asked a bit petulantly.
"The look on your face," she said with a wicked smile.
"So we do get to...you know," he asked as he looked around to the lab area to make sure no one could hear them.
She nodded. "Now that we have that whole meltdown behind us, yes," she told him, letting a heated look reach her eyes. While the last few weeks had been very good in terms of them and their long term situation, she couldn't deny that the self-imposed celibacy was not something she enjoyed, or had even wanted.
"What time will you be done?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but he wanted her as much as at any time since he'd known her.
"Well, there is a lot that I have to get done today," she said, teasing him a bit, though she honestly did have a lot to work on.
"Bones...," he almost pleaded. This was worse than trying to get her to stop working for a lunch break, and, like work, she loved sex, so this should be a no brainer.
Bones stood up and grabbed him by the arm, leading him from her office. "Come with me," she told him as she pulled him down a hallway near her office. She quickly opened a door and pushed him in, following closely and shutting the door behind her, locking it securely. She turned to him, a feral look in her eyes as she raked them up and down his frame. "Strip," she ordered bluntly.
"Here?!" Booth said in a high pitched tone. "Now???" he was all for some fun, but at the Jeffersonian?
"Booth," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, standing before him in her bra and knee length skirt. "I haven't had you in weeks, and I don't want to come to your apartment tonight to find you asleep on the couch. Now strip, Mister."
Booth mindlessly shucked off his shirt and shed his pants and boxers as he watched her remove her bra and then her skirt and panties. The most perfect female body in the world, in his admittedly very biased opinion, was now on full display. His proof of membership in the male sex stood at full attention.
Bones smiled as she looked at his naked form, her arousal shooting up exponentially. She knew they didn't have much time, so she turned to the wall, placing her hands flat against the surface, her body bent 45 degrees, her ass pushed out towards him, her legs parted enough to give him a full view of her pussy framed by her ass and upper thighs, her dips and curves shown off perfectly. Looking over her left shoulder, she flashed him a very lecherous smile. "There she is, Booth, wet and ready for you," she told him in a sultry tone that oozed sensuality. She'd become seriously aroused the moment he'd flashed the paperwork clearing him to go back to work. He wasn't the only one who had been wanting some serious sex the last few weeks, after all. "The question is, are you able to take care of us in the next few minutes before I have to get back to work?"
Ordinarily he would balk at a work place tryst, though he had to admit that a number of his favorite fantasies had her bent over her desk at the Jeffersonian with him pounding into her from behind. He squelched his normal reticence as this was a veritable dream come true, with a minor modification as to location, and he was ready to burst. He'd been ready to explode the second Gordon Gordon had given him his marching papers. When Bones goaded him with that line about being able to take care of her like that, he'd done the only thing any sane straight man could do. He marched right over, lined up Jr. and thrust into her with one solid stroke.
"YES!" Bones cried out as her head hung down, her breathing becoming ragged as his long, hard cock penetrated her. "Fuck me!" she demanded as she used her internal muscles to give him some serious encouragement, and no small amount of pleasure. She thrust her ass back at him in time with his thrusts.
Booth was very good at taking orders from Bones when it came to their sexual play, and this time was no exception. He thrust back and forth into her tight, wet pussy as fast as he could, knowing that he wouldn't last long. He was breathless with the exertion, so outside of his groans, he let her do all the talking. Her moans and soft cries of pleasure told him that he was definitely doing something right this fine morning.
Even though this was a fast paced quickie, Bones was loving every second of it. As usual, Booth was hitting all the right spots inside of her that even with her favorite toys took some time for her to stimulate just right. From almost the second he penetrated her, she was on the edge of orgasm, and she rhythmically clenched and unclenched her pussy around his length trying to get him to match her pace so they could cum together. It was working as she felt him lengthen and slam himself into her hard and hold it there as he unloaded inside of her, the warmth of his release soothing her as she climaxed just after, her inner muscles milking him dry. She loved how he stayed inside of her as she came down from her orgasm, and she lightly pouted as he slipped from her. She was breathing heavy as she felt him nuzzle into the back of her neck, his bare chest leaning along the length of her back. She was unsure how she was still on her feet after such a powerful orgasm. She felt their combined fluids tricking from her and onto her inner thighs, but didn't care. There was a bathroom right next to this room and she would do a quick clean up in there before heading back to her office.
"Still have a headache, Bones?" Booth teased as he got his breath back.
She chuckled as she stood up straight when he stood back from her. "Not anymore," she teased back. "Are you up for taking care of any more headaches later tonight when I get to your place?" she asked.
"Hell yes!" he said as he watched her gather her clothes and get dressed again. He got dressed under her watchful eye, enjoying how she watched him with as much concentration as she gave a crime scene, or a set of remains on the platform in the lab. "Enjoying the view?" he asked.
She smirked. "Of course," she told him. "You are superbly structured, after all, and very well endowed."
Booth preened at that statement coming from his favorite Squint. Her compliments about his physical profile were always welcome, especially when she used such adjectives as superb, or similar variants.
"Now I need to go get cleaned up and get back to work," she told him as she leaned up and gave him a quick kiss.
"What time are you coming over?" he asked as she opened the door.
"About eight?" she told him, though a hint of question was in there to make sure that was okay. She knew that he was very concerned about late hours, and while she got frustrated over it at times, she also appreciated his concern. When he nodded, she smiled. "See you then," she said as she left and went over to the bathroom.
Booth left the Jeffersonian with a bit of a bounce to his step. He wasn't so sure about the whole quickie at work bit, but he couldn't argue with the results, or his vastly improved mood. Hopping into the SUV he left to go shopping so he could make a good dinner for them. Tonight was definitely worthy of something much better than take out.
A/N: I know that this could branch off in a couple of different ways to add a bit more for the chapter, but I wanted to do something to highlight his return to duty, but with some of the fun that being Friends With Benefits usually entails. It also shows that both are working hard to make this into something more. As I mentioned, I am working on some more chapters for this one. Gregg.