A/N: The quote really has no relation to the story. I just think it's one of the funnier conversations between Booth and Angela and I needed a little light heartedness to go with my angst. Begins immediately after Booth pulls Brennan from the buried car.
Tag for 02x09 Aliens in a Spaceship
Booth: God does not make mistakes.
Angela: Hmm, I don't know. Putting testicles on the outside didn't seem like such a good idea.
Booth held onto his partner as if she'd slip away from him back into that black abyss if he didn't. He hugged her to him stroking her hair and wiping the dirt from her face.
"It's okay. I've got you Bones. Everything's alright." he soothed.
After a cursory check by the paramedics and an interview with the agents assigned to the case Brennan was allowed to go home. Unlike Dr. Hodgins, she'd sustained no major injuries and would be fine physically. Booth offered to drive her home and she accepted, not ready to be in a car alone quite yet.
The ride to Brennan's apartment was silent except for the deep shaky inhalations Booth heard every so often. Not sure what to say, he chose to say nothing. He wondered briefly if she wanted him to stay once she got home.
Brennan was surprised when Booth cut the engine after parking at her building. She hadn't expected him to accompany her upstairs, but she certainly wasn't disappointed at the prospect. She really wasn't ready to be alone anywhere. Booth followed his partner into the elevator leaning against the wall opposite her, studying her face and trying to discern what she was feeling. He settled on scared and relieved. At least that's what it looked like to him.
When Brennan got the door open he hesitated, not sure if he should follow her in. She said nothing at his pause but silently willed him to come inside. Finally he decided she shouldn't be left alone and took the two steps into her apartment.
"I'm going to shower." she announced. "There's beer in the fridge, but you'll have to order takeout if you're hungry." They'd been so busy she hadn't had time to properly stock her fridge in case she was kidnapped and subsequently rescued by her partner who would insist she let him stay and keep an eye on her. Truth be told, this was one time Brennan didn't mind Booth's alpha-male overprotective personality.
Booth ordered Thai and settled into the couch with a beer wishing Brennan owned a television. There wasn't much to do while he waited for her to finish her shower except ruminate about his completely inappropriate feelings about his partner.
What would he have done if they hadn't gotten there in time? Why didn't he insist on walking her to her car? He wasn't at the Jeffersonian when she left, that's why. Why wasn't he at the Jeffersonian to make sure she got to her car safely? You can't follow her everywhere, Seel. That would be just a tad stalker-y. Booth's inner monologue was in full force tonight.
Booth realized he'd been sitting on the couch for about 45 minutes when the Thai food arrived and Brennan still wasn't out of the shower. Worried that she was hurt or something was wrong he set the food on the counter and made his way toward her bathroom to check on her. He heard the shower still running so he decided to knock on the door.
"Bones? You okay? Food's here." He got no response.
"Bones?" Still nothing.
"Bones say something or I'm coming in there." Again nothing.
He knocked one more time before he opened the door a crack. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Bones? You okay?" Still no answer.
"Bones I'm going to pull back the shower curtain and check on you if you don't answer me." He stepped closer to the tub and was surprised to hear soft sobs coming from the other side of the curtain.
"Aw. Bones. It's okay. Everything is okay. Please don't cry." Still he got no answer other than the almost imperceptible sobs from his partner.
"Bones I'm going to pull back the curtain and shut off the water. We need to get you out of the shower." Please don't clock me when I open this curtain.
He reached in with one arm and flicked the dial so the water shut off. He grabbed the towel she'd left laying out hoping to preserve at least a little of her modesty. He slowly pulled back the curtain to find Brennan sitting on the built in seat her body wracked by silent sobs.
"Come on, Bones. It's okay. Let's get you out of the shower and into something warm." He moved to wrap the towel around her.
Booth got the towel secured around his partner without seeing too much more than he should have and pulled her up. He helped her out of the tub and used another towel to dry her hair. She stood there silently letting him dry her off. When she began to shiver he wrapped another towel around her shoulders.
"Bones, hey…" He brought his finger to her chin, tilting her head upward to look at him. "Everything is going to be okay, I promise."
He saw her eyes fill with tears again and knew that nothing her could say would make it better. Completely out of ideas he decided to let his heart lead the way rather than his brain. He reached out to her and enfolded her in his arms. She was still and stiff at first, but quickly began to relax under his touch.
"Temperance." He whispered. " I promise everything will be okay. I'll stay as long as you want me to. …Or I'll go if that's what you need."
She didn't want him to go. He was really the only person she could stand to be around right now. Jack needed Angela, and even if he didn't Brennan wasn't so sure she could deal with Angela right now. At least Booth would be content to let her sit in silence for the most part without prying questions.
Her arms snaked out from under the towel draped over her shoulders and arm Booth's waist. He nearly jumped at the new point of contact. She pulled him closer to her and buried her face in his chest. Despite having worked non-stop to find her over the past 24 hours he still smelled amazing. She breathed in his scent allowing it to relax her.
He stood there holding onto her for dear life. Afraid if he let her go she'd run. He also became painfully aware of the growing discomfort in his pants. He tried to shift so that his erection was not noticeable to the fragile woman in his arms. The last thing he needed was for her to know that he was aroused by this.
What Booth didn't realize was that his partner was increasingly turned on by this activity as well. Despite her fear and exhaustion from spending 24 hours buried in a car, her attraction to her partner was outweighing any other emotions she seemed to be experiencing at the moment. She shifted in just the right way and was immediately alerted to the fact that Booth seemed to have the same problem.
Taking Booth's apparent arousal as an indication she should act on her own feelings, Brennan lifted her head so she could look at her partner's face. One clear look into his eyes told her everything she needed to know and she allowed her body to take over from there. Brennan tilted her head up to kiss along Booth's jaw. He nearly jumped out of his skin, but his body took over from there. Booth tilted his head to the side allowing her access.
Booth's hands took her kisses as permission to touch her in less than a platonic manner. She backed him up against the wall and her hands went to work on the buttons of his shirt. When she'd undone the last button she smoothed the shirt over his shoulders and he shrugged to drop it to the floor. His hands moved to pull the towels away from her body and explore her curves.
Finally their lips met and they were both on fire. She tasted better than he'd ever imagined. Her lips parted to allow him entrance and their tongues explored uncharted territory.
Brennan's hands found her partner's waist and made quick work of his Cocky belt buckle and the button and zipper on his pants. He gasped into her mouth as she reached between them stroked him hard in one quick movement.
"Bones." He moaned.
His hands, previously distracted by exploring her body, found her center and teased her. He rimmed her with one finger then stopped to be sure she really wanted this.
"More." She rasped.
Well that solved that.
He dipped one finger in to test and found her more than ready for him. He added another finger and started a slow and maddening rhythm. She stroked him in time to the rhythm he set, the strength of her grip varying to keep him on edge.
They were both so worked up that neither of them could stand this much longer.
"Please…" She begged him.
"Not here." He panted, "Not like this."
He pushed away from the wall and made his way to the door, pushing her in front of him. He got the door open and made it is far as the wall before the petting started again. She renewed her grasp on his cock and stroked him twice nearly bringing him to the edge. If he didn't start moving again he'd never last until they got to the bedroom.
He steered them down the hall and into her bedroom right to the edge of her bed. He pushed her down gently and followed after her. He gently pried her fingers from around his throbbing dick and positioned himself over her. One look into her eyes told him this was what she wanted, but he had to be sure.
"Temperance…" He whispered.
She said nothing, simply nodded her head and leaned up to kiss him and pulled him down on top of her. He dipped into her and then pulled out causing her to moan in disappointment. He repeated the motion a few times before she became impatient. Brennan placed her hands at his hips and pulled him into her in one swift motion. He nearly came right then.
After a few seconds he gathered himself and set another slow and maddening rhythm. This time Brennan relaxed into him and let the pleasure wash over her. He brought both of them to the edge a few times before backing off again. After what seemed like it could have been hours Brennan was ready to tumble off that cliff.
"Faster." She moaned.
He picked up the pace and she sighed in appreciation.
"Just…like…that." She said breathlessly as her hips rose to meet him increasing the friction between them.
Booth could feel himself rapidly hurtling toward his own climax and he wasn't going to be able to stop himself.
"Please tell me you're close, baby."
"Harder." Came her reply. "And don't…call me…baby." She smiled.
His faster thrusts were replaced by slower, harder thrusts that had exactly the desired effect.
"Booth!" She yelled as her orgasm wracked her whole body.
One more thrust sent him tumbling after her and his whole body convulsed with the force of his climax.
Booth collapsed on top of his partner totally sated. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder taking in her scent. Not wanting to crush Brennan he remained in that position only a few moments before shifted the lie beside her.
Certain that Brennan was not a post-sex cuddler, Booth was pleasantly surprised when Brennan shifted so that her body was lined up along his allowing for as much skin to skin contact as possible. She rested her head on his chest, intertwined her legs with his, and threw an arm lazily across his stomach. He pulled her closer to him, enjoying the way their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly.
They both drifted off into a peaceful sleep vaguely aware that they would have to deal with the aftermath of this night tomorrow. Neither of them was particularly worried, both confident that this was yet another obstacle they could overcome.