A/N: I got nothin' for this one. Read and review. Booth's little "rant" about making love is one of my favorite [serious] things he says in the series.
Still don't own it. Still wish I did.
Tag for 03x03 The Death in the Saddle
Booth: I lost my appetite because you made me think about all those people parading around pretending to be something they aren't just so they could have crappy sex.
Brennan: How do you know it's crappy?
Booth: Gotta be, Bones. Come on, it's gotta be.
Brennan: Why?
Booth: Why? I'll tell you why. Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places. Some — they just give up hope because, in their mind, they're thinking, 'Oh, there's nobody out there for me,' but all of us we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while…every once in a while, two people meet and there's that spark, and, yes, Bones, he's handsome and she's beautiful and maybe that's all they see at first, but making love…making love…that's when two people become one.
After a brief conversation about breaking the laws of physics the partners decided to call it a night. They shared a cab since Booth and his alpha-maleness refused to let Brennan go home alone.
"Booth, why do you always insist on sharing a cab? It costs you more since it's further from my apartment to yours than it would be if you just left from wherever we are." She queried.
"Because, Bones." He sighed. "I don't think it's right to let a woman go home alone no matter my attachment to her. I know that you could defend yourself if the situation called for it, but I don't think you should have to."
"That's very sentimental, Booth." Brennan rolled her eyes.
The rest of the cab ride was spent in silence as Booth mulled over her last comment. She doesn't understand what it's like to love someone and want to protect them. To be in love with her and want to protect her. Hell, she thinks love is just chemicals. That should have been your first clue. You need to tell her. She'll never know if you don't tell her.
Booth's inner monologue continued to chide him the rest of the way to Brennan's apartment. He knew he needed to tell her, but he still wasn't sure how he was going to do it. When they arrived at her apartment Booth followed her out of the cab.
"Booth, what are you doing?" She asked, slightly annoyed now. "You just said you understood that I was capable of defending myself if the situation called for it so I'm confused as to why you have suddenly decided that I need a chaperone to make it to my door unscathed."
Instead of answering her Booth continued to follow her to her apartment. Brennan, for her part, was thoroughly annoyed and confused. She was fully capable of caring for herself and making sure she got into her own apartment safely. He's been acting strangely since that conversation at the diner. He didn't seem upset by our conversation though he does have a puritanical side that could rival a nun's.
Brennan ignored her Booth-shadow until she unlocked her door and realized she'd have to address him and either invite him in or send him away. She didn't really want to send him away. She never really wanted to be away from him—a realization that annoyed her. She was independent. She didn't need a man and she certainly didn't need Booth. But she still didn't want him to go.
"What do you want Booth?" She sighed.
For lack of a better response and because he really just couldn't think of anything he could say that would accurately convey his feelings he just kissed her. It was soft kiss. His lips barely brushed hers. When she didn't hit him or drop him to the floor he took it as a sign that he could continue. This time he palmed her cheek and kissed her again. This time with more passion. When he pulled away he found his partner wide-eyed and breathless before him.
"Why would you do that?" Brennan tried to sound unaffected, but the question came out on a squeak.
Booth cupped the back of his neck and sighed. "I dunno, Bones. Maybe because I'm sick of watching you go out with guys like Sully and Michael Stires. Maybe because I'm sick making the same mistakes in my own personal life. Maybe because I want to be the one to prove to you that breaking the laws of physics is a feat worth trying for. Maybe because I love you." He finished quietly, a part of him hoping she maybe hadn't heard the last part.
"You love me?" She questioned.
"Of course that's what you heard." He muttered as he stepped forward. "Yeah Bones, I love you."
The partners were still standing in Brennan's doorway because she'd never actually asked him to come inside. In one swift motion she grabbed Booth by his jacket and pulled him inside while she kicked the door shut. Before he could respond her lips were on his.
Her chest was tight with a combination of fear and excitement. Every fiber of her being wanted to run. For once instead of letting her brain guide her Temperance Brennan allowed her heart to lead the way. She unbuttoned Booth's jacket and slipped her hands inside his warmth almost searing her. His hands reached back unconsciously to brace himself against the couch.
Booth was shocked. Shocked she'd let him kiss her. Shocked that she hadn't kicked him or bolted when he told her he loved her. Shocked she'd kissed him. Now all he could feel was her hands. All over his body. She was studying him, exploring him, and God help him he loved the feel of it.
Finally she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders. She smoothed her palms down the flat plane of his chest until her fingers found the hem of his worn Flyers t-shirt. She lifted it gently and he raised his arms to allow her to pull it off.
Still confused at her sudden willingness it took Booth's brain a few minutes to catch up to everything that had happened between the time he'd first kissed her and when he'd ended up shirtless in his partner's living room.
"Bones." His voice was low and gravelly with desire.
When she didn't stop he decided to try again.
"Bones." He said again, this time a little louder.
When she still didn't stop and grabbed her wrists lightly to stop her roaming hands. He bit back a moan at the loss of contact. "Bones."
She looked up at him, blue eyes glittering. "Did…Did I do something wrong?" She questioned. "Is this…not what you want?"
His heart broke at the uncertainty in her voice. "Of course this is what I want, baby." He winced as he realized what he'd called her. When she didn't call him out on it he continued. "This is all I've wanted from the beginning. But if this isn't what you want then I don't want to do this."
Brennan regarded him for a moment before answering. "Booth…I've…I want this. I have for awhile. But the line. You drew that line and I couldn't cross it."
"What line? What are you talking about?" He questioned.
"The line with Cam and the Epps case. You…and the line. You drew the line because you said you couldn't let your personal life affect your work and your relationship with Cam had done that." She felt like she was rambling.
It finally dawned on him what she was talking about. "Oh Bones." He pulled her back into him. "That line was meant to protect you…from creeps like Epps…from me." He whispered.
Brennan put her palms on his bare chest and pushed him away gently just enough so that she could see his face. "I don't need protecting from you, Booth." She brushed her hand along the side of his face and kissed him gently. Her kisses trailed along his jaw down to his shoulder. She rested her head in the crook of his neck while they stood there for a few long moments.
Finally Booth began to move again. He kissed her softly on the lips then down her neck until he reached the fabric of her jacket. He pushed the jacket off of her shoulders and made quick work of the buttons on the blouse beneath it.
Brennan began walking them back toward her bedroom stopping every once in awhile to abandon an article of clothing. When they were both left in nothing but their jeans Brennan pushed Booth through her bedroom door into the side of her bed causing his knees to buckle. She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him grinding against his prominent erection.
Booth sucked in a breath at the feeling of her grinding against him. His fingers flew to the waist of her pants undoing the button and zipper and pushing them down her hips. Brennan rolled off of him and shucked her pants and underwear while Booth did the same. Once he'd rid himself of his jeans and boxers her climbed on top of her his arousal brushing the inside of her thigh.
Brennan's legs parted of their own volition making room for Booth. He settled between her legs and began trailing kisses along her neck and down her chest stopping to take one hardened peak into his mouth.
"Booth." She moaned.
"Yeah, baby." He answered.
"More." She didn't care if she was begging. It felt amazing to have his mouth on her.
He trailed more kisses down her stomach before being stopped just before he reached her center. She tugged on his hair urging him back up toward her.
"I want to taste you." He whispered in her ear.
"Later." She responded. "I need you, now." With that her arms wrapped around his back pulling him to her.
The tip of his cock nudged her opening before he took himself in his hand. He swiped tip of his aching dick along her folds stopping to trace tight circles around her clit.
"Booth, don't tease." She moaned.
He chuckled before pressing the tip of his cock into her again. This time her hips came up to meet him taking him in, in one quick stroke.
"Oh God." Came out on a strangled yell.
She felt so good, like home. She was hot and wet and tight and everything he thought she'd be. He didn't want to move, but she had other ideas.
Brennan never wanted to leave this place. He felt amazing on her, in her. And though she didn't want this feeling to end she needed him to start moving. Her nails dug into the skin of his back gently urging him along.
Booth set a slow rhythm barely pulling out before thrusting back in. His pubic bone hitting her clit every time he stroked into her. Finally he settled into a rhythm that she seemed to agree with. It only took a few minutes before she was clawing at his back urging him to go faster and harder. He'd have marks in the morning but it would be so worth it.
He could feel her beginning to clench around him. Her moans became shorter and more frantic before turning into a gentle chanting of his name. He was so close, but he wanted to make sure she got what she needed.
"Bones, I love you." He whispered in her ear. "It's okay, baby." As if on cue her release flooded her and she clung to Booth as he thrust into her a few more times before following her.
"Oh God, Bones." He panted as he came down from his release. He buried his face in her neck breathing in the scent of her. He held himself there as long as he could before rolling to his side to avoid crushing her.
Booth fully expected Brennan to roll over and curl away from him to fall asleep. He was pleasantly surprised when she wrapped herself along the side of his body intertwining her legs with his and resting her head on his shoulder. He watched her for a few moments before reaching out to smooth her hair out of her face.
"Hey." She rasped, voice still gravelly with arousal.
"Hey, yourself." He responded.
Her brow furrowed, "I don't know what that means."
Booth chuckled before disentangling himself just enough that he could roll on his side to face her. "It doesn't mean anything important." He soothed before kissing her forehead.
Brennan snuggled into his chest and allowed herself to be lulled to sleep by the rhythm of his heartbeat and his light snoring. She smiled as she thought to herself that perhaps Booth was right after all. She'd found her true connection and he was handsome and she was beautiful, but in the end it really was just about making love, two people becoming one. Breaking the laws of physics.