A/N: This one comes to you courtesy of Love2read2much. Just my usual struggle with Season 1, but here goes nothing.
Tag for The Soldier on the Grave 01x21
Angela: I'm talking about being there for him. Knowing when a simple touch is enough.
Booth and Brennan sat on that bench for what seemed like hours. Brennan finally understood what Angela meant by knowing when a simple touch was enough. She'd offered comfort to her wounded partner in the form of a small pat on the arm. He'd responded by telling her one of his darkest secrets.
Booth, for his part, felt a weight had been lifted off his chest. He worried a little less that his partner would take off running for the hills if she knew about his past. She was the first person he'd felt even remotely comfortable speaking to about his experiences. He couldn't even bring himself to tell the Army shrink sent to debrief him after his missions about the atrocities he'd committed.
After a long while, Brennan took her partner by the arm and guided him out of the cemetery.
"Where are we going?" He asked, his voice gravelly and full of emotion.
"Well, I remember that you like to go to the diner for pie when you're stressed or need to think. I thought we could start with that. Although I'll never understand, for the life of me, why you find eating cooked fruit to be a pleasurable eating experience."
He smiled. "Thanks, Bones."
Two pieces of pie—a fruit bowl for Brennan—and several cups of coffee later, Booth seemed to have shaken the gloomy mood that had enveloped him earlier. He didn't really understand why he felt so at ease with this woman who typically—and seemingly purposefully—pressed every one of his buttons on a daily basis. He'd found a comfort in her that even the mother of his child was never able to provide for him despite his feelings for her.
"We should do this more often." Booth mused.
"What do you mean? We do this every day…"
"Well, yeah, we eat at least one meal together every day, but we never do this." He gestured between them.
"I don't know what that means." She deadpanned.
Of course you don't. "We should get together for non-work purposes more often. You know…as friends. I mean, we are friends, right?" Way to sound confident there, buddy.
"Of course we're friends, Booth. I think that it would be very difficult to work with you on a daily basis if we weren't friends. It's just that I don't have much spare time between collaborating with the FBI and the cases I need to work on in Modular Bone Storage. I don't really go out for non-work purposes…" She trailed off unsure of where this was going.
"Go out with me." He decided to just go for it. If she shoots me down, so be it. At least I'll have tried.
"I don't know what that means." But she did, she just wanted to make sure she'd heard him correctly.
"Like a date. Go out with me, Bones. We'll have dinner, see a movie, and go for drinks. It'll be a nice night. And if at the end of the night you never want to see me in anything other than a professional capacity I'll be okay with that. But go out with me, please." Way to go, Seeley. That didn't sound desperate at all. Now when she turns you down there will be plenty of gossip at the lab. Maybe you could just find her a new partner right away. That would fix the problem with these feelings if you never had to see her again.
"Okay." She said quietly.
He nearly missed her answer over the sound of his internal monologue. "What?"
"I said, okay." She repeated.
"Okay." He smiled. "I'll pick you up Friday at 7."
The next three days passed painfully slowly for Booth. He hadn't seen Brennan at all since there hadn't been another case that needed her expertise. He'd wanted to call her, but hadn't for fear of pushing her away.
Brennan was in a mild state of panic. What do you wear on a date with your partner? Was this even a date? She thought she'd been compartmentalizing relatively well, but apparently not well enough to avoid Angela's scrutiny.
"Sweetie, what's going on?"
"Nothing, Ange, I'm just…distracted."
"See, that's something. Dr. Temperance Brennan does not get distracted. Ever."
Caught.
"What do you wear on a date?" Brennan finally asked.
"Well, it depends on what kind of date and who it's with. Who are you going on a date with?"
"Why is who I'm going with more important than what we're doing? Wouldn't the chosen activity give you a better idea of what kind of attire would be appropriate?" Brennan avoided the question.
"Oh. My. God. You're going out with one sexy Special Agent, aren't you?"
"Angela, I never said anything about going on a date with Booth." A flush crept up her cheeks giving her away.
"You are!" Angela yelled.
"Ange, be quiet!" Brennan shushed. "I don't need the entire Jeffersonian to know!"
"Okay. Okay!" Angela was on the verge of hyperventilating from excitement. "We'll go shopping for something after work today!"
"Thanks, Ange."
The rest of the day passed peacefully. Angela only had to pry a little to get Brennan to leave the lab before 8. Shopping was successful and Brennan was prepared for her date the following evening.
Booth arrived at the lab a little before 7. They hadn't actually agreed on where he would pick her up, but he assumed she would be at the Jeffersonian since she rarely left before 8 or 9 even on a Friday night.
He heard the gentle tinkle of feminine laughter and knew he'd made the right assumption.
"Hey Special Agent Sexy." Angela leered. "Enjoy your date tonight, sweetie." She smiled at Brennan and left.
"You look nice." He smiled. Wow. That was original.
"Thanks. Where are we going?" She asked.
"I thought we'd go for dinner and see where the night takes us."
They walked out to his truck and drove in relative silence to restaurant. Dinner conversation flowed easily. They managed to keep talk of work to a minimum, although Booth was curious as to how Angela had figured out that Brennan was going on a date with him. Brennan admitted that Angela had noticed that she was distracted and dragged it out of her. She also admitted that she'd recruited Angela to help her pick out an outfit. Booth was amazed that this seemingly confident and self-assured woman had doubted her ability to dress herself for a date.
"It's been awhile since I've been on a date…with anyone." She admitted as he walked her to her door.
"Me, too." He admitted in kind. "I'd like to do it again…I mean, if you're interested." Real smooth, buddy.
Brennan felt that now familiar tingling at the base of her spine that Booth's presence seemed to evoke as of late. She'd known for awhile that she was attracted to him, but figured that attraction was unrequited. Here she stood, proof of that assumption shattered in front of her. She definitely wanted to do this again.
Brennan abandoned her keys in the deadbolt and turned to face Booth. Her left hand took his right. He thought for sure she was going to reject him. Her right hand smoothed over his cheek and gently pulled him down to her. She kissed him gently, tentatively at first and he responded with passion and fire.
Booth backed his partner up against her door and pressed his hips firmly into hers further proving that the attraction she'd felt toward him was mutual. He trailed soft kisses along her jaw line as her hands found the hem of his t shirt and snaked underneath it blazing fiery trails along his skin.
Finally Booth broke the kiss and grabbed her wrists. "I don't think a public indecency charge would be good for either one of us." He panted.
Brennan twisted the key in the deadbolt. The soft snick of a lock had never sounded as good to him as it did right now. As soon as the door was open it was closed again and Brennan now had Booth backed up against the door. Her hips ground into his letting him know that this was what she wanted.
Booth's hands found the hem of her blouse and lifted it above her head. Brennan was suddenly glad she'd allowed Angela to talk her into new lingerie as well.
"So beautiful." He whispered before tracing the outside of her ear with his tongue.
Brennan's body was suddenly covered in goosebumps and his words and actions sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. Her hands found his belt buckle and she flicked it open in one smooth motion before moving on to his fly. Here she encountered a road block in the form of a button up fly. Booth was amazed at how quickly her fingers make work of the buttons, a thought that made him groan in pleasure. If she could do that so smoothly, what else could she do with those hands?
Next she went after his shirt. Her hands smoothed over the hard planes of his chest. He was soft and smooth, yet strong. Her lips found his neck and trailed kisses down his chest and abdomen. As she went to kneel Booth pulled her back up to him.
"Booth…" She mewled.
"Not tonight." He answered breathlessly. "Tonight is about you."
"But what if that was what I wanted?" She laughed softly.
"Mmmm. Maybe later." The thought of her mouth on him was enough to make him come undone right there. Truthfully he would have loved to have her mouth of him, but he wanted to make it to the main event tonight and a blow job from his beautiful partner was not in the cards if he wanted to last.
Finally his hands found waistband of her jeans. He slowly unbuttoned and unzipped them exposing the lacy panties that matched her bra beneath. His left hand snaked up her back to unclasp her bra while his right hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and stroked her. Her breath caught on a moan as he took one breast in his mouth and shucked her jeans and panties. She wriggled beneath him to get the offending pieces of clothing off faster. At some point during all of this he'd managed to flip their positions and Brennan was now pressed against her partner his insistent erection trapped between their bellies.
She reached down and fisted him and stroked once then again sending a shudder through Booth's body.
"Now." She commanded gently as she bit lightly at his earlobe.
"I was kind of hoping we'd make it to the…"
"Now." She growled with more insistence as she stroked him.
With that he lifted one leg while she wrapped the other around his waist. She reached between them and lined him up with her center before dropping her hips and sheathing him in one smooth motion.
"Shit!" Booth ground out. He stayed there for a moment enjoying the feel of his partner around him.
Brennan's patience was wearing thin and she began to move her hips in a gentle but insistent rhythm encouraging Booth to thrust. He matched the rhythm she set and the sounds of their moans and labored breathing filled Brennan's apartment.
"Faster." She pleaded. He thought she'd never ask.
Booth picked up the pace while he trailed kisses along Brennan's jaw and neck. Her fingernails dug into his back as she urged him to stroke harder.
He could feel her begin to tighten around him and her unintelligible sounds transformed into a gentle chanting of his name. Brennan came apart beneath him and he soon followed at her urging.
"Let go, Booth." She begged him between breathless moans.
Booth shattered inside her as he yelled out her name and pushed the top half of his body into her to keep them upright. After several long moments Brennan dropped her legs and the partners slid to the floor.
Brennan looked at Booth in the dim light of her apartment. He seemed…guarded. She reached toward him and cupped his cheek in one hand.
"You know that no matter what dark secrets you tell me, I'll never walk away from you." She stated gently.
"Yeah." A half smile tugged at his lips.
His hand covered hers and he pulled her into his body. After what could have been hours, the partners finally made their way to Brennan's bedroom.
"You know, I was kind of hoping we would make it to the bed our first time. Against your front door wasn't really how I'd imagined it."
Brennan smiled. "Do you want a 'do over?' Did I get that one right?"
Booth laughed. "I definitely want a do over. And you definitely got that one right."