Tag for 02x11 Judas on a Pole

Bones: You know, I'm just... I'm just one of those people who doesn't get to be in a family. That's-
Booth: Listen, Bones, hey. There's more than one kind of family.

Just as he was about to kiss her, her intern-turned-colleague tapped on the glass and beckoned the pair inside. Booth let out a long sigh and smiled at Brennan before releasing her.

Brennan stood stock still for a moment absorbing what almost happened because Zach interrupted. Was he really about to kiss her? Could he possibly be feeling the same way about her that she did about him? She lingered just a second longer before Booth tugged on her arm urging her to go inside with him.

The partners enjoyed the party—laughing and joking and reminiscing about Zach's time as an intern. After several hours and several more drinks the party began to wind down and the partners again found themselves in a familiar spot at a familiar time of night facing a familiar situation. Booth had been nursing a Coke for about an hour in hopes of sobering up enough to negate the need for a cab. Brennan on the other hand had continued to imbibe and while she often gloated about having a very high tolerance for alcohol, it was clear to Booth that she was in no condition to be going anywhere alone.

"You ready to go, Bones?"

She giggled. A definite tell that she'd had more than enough alcohol. "I'm fine, Booth. Really, I can take a cab."

"Why don't you let me give you a ride, then you don't have to take a cab." He prodded. He wasn't keen on letting her take a cab in her current condition.

"You've had just as much to drink as I have. Perhaps we should both take a cab."

"Uh, Bones? I stopped drinking about an hour ago. Therefore you've officially had more to drink than I have. Just let me give you a ride home, huh?"

"Ugh." She grunted in mock disgust. "Your alpha-male over protectiveness is a little ridiculous, Booth. I'm perfectly capable of taking a cab home." She was intent on winning this argument despite the fact that she really wanted to know what would happen if she let Booth take her home especially in light of what almost happened this afternoon. But she wasn't going to give in that easily.

"Yes, Bones. Very capable." He agreed as he gently guided her off of her bar stool and out of the bar toward his SUV.

Brennan was already in the SUV before she realized what Booth had done.

"Very clever, Booth. You've managed to distract me long enough to get me into your vehicle. I suppose since you were crafty enough to manage that feat I'll concede and allow you to give me a ride home."

Booth smiled. She was definitely cute when she was drunk. He'd have to file that information away for later use. The drive to Brennan's apartment passed mostly in silence. She'd actually sobered up quite a bit since leaving the bar and spent the majority of the ride replaying their exchange before the party. Had he really almost kissed her? What did that mean?

Brennan was lost in thought as Booth pulled up to her apartment. He watched her for a few moments wondering what she was thinking about.

"We're here." He said quietly.

Suddenly Brennan was in a mild panic trying to figure out some way to convince him to come upstairs with her. Her brain, clouded by alcohol, wasn't working as quickly as she was accustomed to. This frustrated her.

"Are you hungry?" She asked him.

Booth was taken slightly aback at the question that seemingly came out of left field. "Uh, yeah. I could eat." Any excuse to go up with her worked for him.

The partners went upstairs and Booth ordered their usual Thai order while Brennan changed clothes. She came out of her bedroom wearing shorts and a tank top and Booth nearly had to pick his jaw up off the floor. Eventually he managed to pull it together enough to talk to her again.

"Do you want some aspirin or something, Bones? You're going to have a wicked hangover in the morning if you don't take something."

"Good idea. It's on the top shelf in the cabinet in the bathroom." She directed as she began to massage her temples. She could already feel the effects of dehydration setting in and got up to get some water.

Booth returned with the bottle of aspirin and set it on the table in front of her as he watched her nurse a glass of water. He chuckled to himself as he imagined how she'd feel in the morning. Then he caught himself thinking he would mind being here to see her wake up in the morning.

The sound of Brennan's buzzer jarred him from his daydreams. Booth paid the delivery boy and collected their usual order. He deposited the food on Brennan's counter.

"Plates or boxes?" He asked.

"I'm not in the mood to do dishes tonight when we're done." She sighed. It probably wouldn't kill her to leave the dishes overnight, but she hated doing that.

"Boxes it is." He smiled.

The partners ate in companionable silence. When they finished Booth cleaned up their garbage and got Brennan another glass of water.

"You should drink more water before you go to bed. It'll help." He advised.

"I'm well aware of how to prevent a hangover." That came out a little sharper than intended. "It would have helped if I'd started by drinking less alcohol in the first place." She smiled lazily at him.

"This is true." He conceded. "We should get you to bed."

He saw something flash across her eyes. Fear? Excitement? He decided he was seeing things and ignored it.

He lead her to her bedroom and made sure she got into bed okay. He knew she really wasn't that drunk, but he really didn't want to leave yet. He was just about to leave when she called after him.

"Booth?"

"Yeah Bones." He responded.

"You should stay. It's late. You can sleep on the couch if you want." Or in here with me. She thought.

"Nah, it's okay, Bones. I'll be fine to drive. I'll see you on Monday." Now he knew he was an idiot. His partner, the one he was in love with, was asking him to stay. He had to be stupid to say no. "Besides, I definitely won't be doing anything tomorrow if I sleep on a couch tonight." He smiled.

Now here's where the filter between Brennan's brain and mouth betrayed her thanks to a generous amount of alcohol. "Then stay in here with me. The bed's big enough."

"Uh, I don't know if that's such a good idea Bones. Besides, I'm okay to drive home." Alright, now you really are stupid. She just offered to let you spend the night. In her bed. With her. And you're turning that down?

"Look Booth." She sat up in bed now. "We're both adults. I think we can handle a night in the same bed. I promise I won't even touch you. "

God, I wish you'd touch me. "Alright Bones." He finally agreed. He was just glad he had clean gym clothes in his truck. "Just let me grab something to change into out of my truck."

Twenty minutes later Booth had changed and brushed his teeth with a spare toothbrush Brennan offered him. He climbed into his partner's bed and got comfortable—or as comfortable as he could get in Brennan's bed—before shutting off the bedside lamp.

"Goodnight Booth."

"'Night Bones."

At some point in the middle of the night Brennan woke with a start. She was hot. Really, really hot. And there was someone in the bed next to her. Actually, more accurately, she was wrapped around someone in the bed next to her. She panicked for a moment before she remembered that Booth had spent the night at her request. She then had a renewed moment of panic when she realized she was curled around her partner. One arm was around his waist, her legs intertwined with his, and her face buried in his chest and shoulder. She immediately began trying to figure out how to extract herself before Booth woke up and freaked out. She had, after all, promised not to touch him.

Brennan started to try to snake her arm out from under his. She found that, that wasn't going to happen as easily as she'd hoped as they were both sweating under her heavy down comforter. As she pulled he began to stir. Brennan froze until Booth stopped moving again and his breathing settled back into a regular pattern. Next she tried to disentangle their legs but was met with the same problem.

"Mmmm. Bones, would you lay still." He mumbled into her hair.

Brennan went rigid but Booth pulled her closer to him. She wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming about her. She stopped to consider that he might dream about her but gave that up in favor of the panic that was now enveloping her. As Brennan squirmed she realized that something was digging into her hip. She was able to get her arm free enough to move it between their bodies and shift out of the offending position when she realized what she was touching.

Booth picked this moment to awaken. Like Brennan, he at first couldn't figure out why he was so hot. Then he felt the pressure of another person's body—his partner's body. Finally the painful hard on got his attention and he went rigid. He was in bed with his partner, wrapped around her, with a raging hard on. Oh shit.

Was she awake? Should he just pretend to be asleep? She was going to kill him if she woke up like this. Immediately he tried to extract himself, but found that to be impossible without waking Brennan up. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Booth?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah Bones." He sighed. He cringed internally, certain he would be in pain shortly. Despite his fears he didn't let her go and he noticed that she didn't try to go anywhere.

"Nothing." He didn't seem pissed. He seemed scared. He wasn't letting go. This was a good start.

Brennan shifted and Booth prepared to let her go, but she surprised him by snuggling more into his chest. Booth breathed a sigh of relief before dropping a kiss on her head and pulling her closer to him. Maybe she wasn't awake. Or maybe she thought she was dreaming.

"I'm not having some strange alcohol induced dream, am I Booth?" She questioned.

He chuckled. "I don't think so."

"But you're not mad at me?" She asked.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He countered.

"Well when I invited you to stay I promised not to touch you." She reminded him.

"Bones, I think I spent most of the night dreaming about you promising to touch me." Okay he may have gone too far there. But she wasn't hitting him or throwing him out of her bed so he took that as a good sign.

Brennan's hands started to move now. She smoothed her palms along the planes of his shirt covered chest before sliding them beneath the fabric. Once she had her hands on his skin she began to kiss his neck trailing from his jaw down to the neckline of his t shirt.

"Uh Bones? What are...what are you doing?"

"Touching you." She said matter-of-factly.

"Does that mean I can..."

"Does that mean you can what?" She teased.

"Touch you. C-can I touch you?"

She grabbed one of his hands and placed it at her hip before patting his hand and going back to her own exploration. This time she pulled at the hem of his t shirt urging him to let her take it off of him. Booth sat up a little and allowed her to pull the shirt off of him.

Booth, stunned at this new development, needed a minute to catch up. Finally his hands began to work again and he moved the strap of Brennan's tank top out of the way of his mouth as he placed hot open mouthed kisses along her collarbone before pull down to expose the gentle swell of her breasts. He was rewarded with a moan from Brennan as he explored her. Finally tired of the barrier he pulled at the tank top until Brennan helped him take it off. His mouth found her breast and he felt her nails dig into his back.

"More, Booth!" She moaned as he laved one breast and palmed the other.

Booth pulled himself up so he towered over her as he sucked and nipped at Brennan's breasts. He ground his hips against hers so that she understood that the effect was mutual.

As Brennan writhed underneath him in pleasure, her hands found the waist of his gym shorts and quickly untied them and shoved them off of his hips. He ground into her again the tip of his cock rubbing against her still covered core. She stroked him once, then again and he groaned and buried his face in her neck.

"Ahh. Bones take it easy. It's been awhile." He shuddered at the loss of contact as he pulled her hand away from his throbbing dick.

His hands made quick work of her shorts and underwear and he settled himself between her legs. He put his hands on either side of her head and leaned into her. Brennan grabbed his dick again and swiped the tip of him across her clit causing him to moan.

He couldn't take anymore. He needed to be inside her. He pushed himself up and centered himself again. He brushed the hair out of Brennan's face so he could see her.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, voice husky with arousal.

"Please, Booth." She begged as she rocked her hips into his taking in just the tip of him.

"Oh God." He groaned. "Are you sure? Please, I need to know you're not going to regret this. I can't do this just once. If we do this I'm all in, Bones. Please tell me you need this as much as I do." He knew he was begging and he didn't care.

"I'm sure, Booth. Please just..." She answered breathlessly and she tried desperately to pull him inside of her.

Finally he let go and sank into her in one smooth motion. He stayed that way for a few moments before he started to move slowly. It didn't take long to find a rhythm. It shouldn't have surprised either of them, as well as they worked together on a daily basis, that they would find this rhythm as easily as they found any other.

He worked slowly and steadily pulling almost all the way out and sliding back home. She clung to him peppering kisses along his neck and shoulders.

"Faster." She pleaded.

Then for the first time that night their mouths met in a torrent of passion as he pounded into her over and over. His tongue sought entrance and she allowed it. When oxygen became a necessity they finally broke apart.

"So close." She moaned breathily.

"Look at me Bones. Come on baby, open your eyes."

Finally her eyes fluttered open and he changed his stroke just enough to send her tumbling off the edge.

"Oh god, Booth." She yelled as she came apart around him.

Her release was enough to send him tumbling after her and he emptied himself inside her, her muscles working to milk him dry.

They stayed entangled for a moment until Booth could no longer hold himself up and he rolled off and to the side. He shouldn't have been surprised when she moved to keep contact, but a little part of him was. He'd never pegged her for the type to cuddle after sex. Hell, he'd never even pictured her as the type to have sex with him. Brennan threw an arm over his stomach and entangled her leg with his legs. He pulled her close into him and let the post-sex need for sleep overtake him.

It was morning when he woke again. Brennan was wrapped around him again and he smiled before kissing her temple. She stirred then and her eyes fluttered open to look at him.

"'Morning." He said, voice still gravelly with sleep.

"Good morning." She replied.

"Very good morning." He smiled.

"I should have gotten needlessly intoxicated and coerced you into staying here long before now." She observed.

"You didn't have to get drunk and convince me to stay in order to have sex with me, Bones." He smiled.

"I'm aware, Booth. It was a joke." She laughed softly.

She yawned and twisted in his arms trying to find a more comfortable position.

"Still tired." She mumbled.

"I can't imagine why." He chuckled.

Booth pulled his partner closer to him and relaxed back into her bed to let sleep overtake him once again. Lazy Saturday mornings in bed with Brennan was definitely something he could get used to.