Tag for 03x09 The Santa in the Slush
Brennan tried to get some work done. She really did. But every time she thought she was making a little bit of progress her mind started to wander back to that kiss. He'd tasted like peppermint…and Christmas. Was it even possible for someone to taste like Christmas?
She shook her head as she pushed away from her desk. It was clear that she wasn't going to get anything else done today. She closed out the program she'd been working in and shut down her computer before gathering her things and heading out.
Booth was jarred out of his own daydreams by his buzzing cell phone. He looked down to see an incoming text from his partner.
Dinner at the diner?
Booth was surprised. Usually he had to drag her away from her work to make sure she ate.
Sure. Pick you up in 30 mins?
He added the paperwork he was supposed to be working on to his unfinished stack that seemed to get taller every day. He checked his email one last time before shutting off his computer and locking up for the night.
Booth managed to make it down the stairs and out of the building without being cornered by Sweets or one of the junior agents. He made his way out of the parking garage and over to the Jeffersonian to pick up Brennan.
When he got to the Jeffersonian Booth was even more surprised to see Brennan waiting for him in the parking garage. She was pacing back and forth and looked nervous.
"Heya, Bones!" He smiled and unlocked the door.
Brennan climbed in and got her seat belt buckled but looked straight ahead and didn't say anything.
"Everything alright there, Bones?" He asked.
"Yes, why wouldn't it be?"
"I dunno, you just seem nervous. That's all."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence as they made their way to the diner. When they arrived they found one very obnoxious young psychologist wearing a ridiculous elf ear hat sitting at their usual table. Knowing there was no way to avoid him they took their usual seats and ordered their usual meals: Brennan a salad and Booth a burger with extra fries for his partner.
"You know, it's interesting that you always order extra fries for Dr. Brennan even though you feign annoyance when she eats them." Sweets observed.
"No it isn't, Sweets." Booth denied.
The trio continued their impromptu session while they ate dinner. At some point it came out that Booth and Brennan had kissed earlier in the day—under the mistletoe, Booth insisted. Brennan questioned the merit of lying to children just because it's Christmas. Overall, it was an ordinary meeting among the three.
Brennan stood in the conjugal visit trailer watching her family interact. She wasn't sure why she'd agreed to this. She certainly didn't agree with what her father and brother had done. They'd both abandoned her as a child. Yet she still had an overwhelming desire to see them happy. She watched her soon-to-be nieces run around the trailer, excited to see their father and grandfather for Christmas.
Brennan was pulled out of her reverie by her ringing cell phone. She looked down to see that it was Booth calling. She smiled as she answered, "Brennan."
After exchanging pleasantries Booth decided he couldn't wait anymore. "Hey, listen, Bones – uh – I got a little something for ya."
" Oh, I got you something too. We can, uh, exchange gifts in a couple days."
"Go to the window and open up the blinds, now."
"What?" She asked, confused. But she went and looked out the window anyway. What she saw could only make her smile.
"Hey! Everybody, it looks like we got our tree, after all."
In all the excitement she forgot about Booth on the phone. After a few minutes she spoke again. "Booth this is… Thank you."
"Look Bones. I only have Parker for tonight then I have to take him back to him mom. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to spend Christmas together tomorrow?"
"Yes, Booth. I find that, that would be acceptable."
The partners hung up and Brennan returned to her party. For the rest of the night she found her mind wandering back to that kiss, then to thoughts of what tomorrow would bring. Despite her dislike of Christmas, Brennan decided that this year wouldn't be so bad.
It was late when they packed everything up and sent Amy and the girls home and Russ and Max back to their cells. Brennan drove herself home and crawled into bed nearly giddy with the anticipation of what tomorrow would bring.
Booth had literally spent the entire night driving Parker to meet Rebecca halfway to Vermont then back to D.C. By the time he got home it was 4:00 AM and the only thing he could think about was spending Christmas Day with Brennan. Despite his exhaustion he managed to clean up his apartment a little bit before crashing on his couch.
They hadn't made any concrete plans, but Brennan wanted to surprise Booth. She figured he'd spent the better part of the night getting Parker to his mother and that he'd be tired this morning. Around 11:00 AM she stopped by the diner and picked up Booth's favorite breakfast before heading over to his apartment. Brennan knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before knocking again and deciding that Booth either wasn't home yet or was still asleep.
Brennan got his key out of the ridiculous fake rock next to his door. She really hated that rock. Who would ever believe that stupid thing was there for decoration. It obviously held a spare key. In any event Brennan let herself into Booth's apartment to find him passed out on his couch. She knew immediately that his back was going to hurt when he finally got up.
She set his breakfast down on the counter and went into Booth's bathroom and got some ibuprofen out of this medicine cabinet. Once she'd transferred his breakfast from the styrofoam container to a plate and his orange juice into a glass she grabbed the ibuprofen and set the food down on the coffee table next to a still-sleeping Booth.
When the smell of breakfast failed to wake him up Brennan took matters into her own hands. She'd only meant to wake him, but once she started touching him it seemed impossible to stop. She traced her fingers down his jaw line and ghosted the tips of her fingers over his lips. Booth shifted and mumbled something incoherent, but didn't wake up
"Booth." She whispered in his ear as she shook him gently. "Breakfast."
He stirred more this time and grabbed hold of the hand Brennan had lain on his shoulder.
"Wake up, Booth." She said a little louder this time, her face right next to his.
When Booth finally woke up he was staring his smiling partner right in the face. He nearly jumped a foot in the air.
"Bones! What are you doing here?"
"Breakfast." She stated matter-of-factly.
He grabbed a blanket off the top of the couch and quickly covered his lap.
"You know, Booth, that's a perfectly normal morning bodily response for men."
A deep red stained Booth's cheeks as he fixed the blanket to cover the, uh, problem. He grabbed for the plate and immediately started eating.
"Ah, Bones. You're amazing. You know that?"
"So I've been told." She smiled. "There's also some ibuprofen there for your back."
Brennan watched him eat in silence. She wondered what the day would hold for them. She thought about what she'd like to see happen.
"You alright there Bones?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh. Yes, I'm fine. Just distracted I suppose. What did you want to do today?" She asked.
Well, there was what he wanted to do and what he thought they would do. Unfortunately he didn't see those two things overlapping. He wondered briefly what it might mean that she showed up at his house with breakfast. He decided it was just Brennan trying to do something nice for him. Better not to read too much into lest he be disappointed.
"Well, I thought we could watch A Christmas Story. TBS airs it all day on Christmas Day. Then maybe we could make a snow man or something. Then probably dinner. Sound okay?"
"A Christmas Story! I know that one! The little boy wants a BB gun, but his parents believe he'll shoot his eye out. I believe he almost does in one scene."
"That's the one, Bones." He smiled. She was clearly pleased with herself for knowing what he was talking about. "I should shower...If you don't mind."
"No, go ahead." Great now she'd be thinking about what he looked like naked. As if the daydreaming—and the night dreaming, for that matter—weren't enough.
Ten minutes later Booth emerged from his bathroom dressed in jeans and a faded t shirt. Brennan noticed he was barefoot, something she'd never seen before. She found it oddly appealing. He sat on the couch next to her just close enough to touch if either of them moved. He found the remote and turned on the movie. They made it through about an hour before Booth was lightly snoring and Brennan was falling asleep on his shoulder. The events of the last few days had taken a lot out of the partners.
When Booth awoke he had slid down the couch and was laying on his back with his head resting on the arm of the couch. Brennan was tucked between him and the couch, her head laying on his chest. He reached a hand out to brush the hair out of Brennan's face and she stirred. Not wanting to wake her just yet he stilled his hand and just watched her sleep.
After a few minutes Brennan's even breathing started to change and Booth was greeted with icy blue eyes staring back at him. He noted the flash of panic as she realized the position they were in.
"I...Booth...uh. Sorry." But she made no attempt to move.
"Sorry for what?" He asked, genuinely confused.
"Well, we missed most of the movie and we're in sort of an awkward position and..."
He interrupted before she could logic her way into getting up off the couch. "Bones. This station plays the movie all day. We were both tired. We both fell asleep. And as for the position...well I don't mind."
His hand came up to caress her cheek. When she didn't shrink away from him or get up he took that as permission to keep going. He brushed the hair out of her eyes and cupped her cheek.
"Thanks, Bones."
"For what?"
"This is probably one of the best Christmases I've had in a long time. I mean one without Parker."
"But I didn't do anything special." She didn't understand how he could think this was a good Christmas.
"Yeah you did. You brought me breakfast—"
She cut him off "Yes, but I knew you'd sleep late today and that you'd likely be hungry."
"And you're here." He finished.
"I don't understand how my presence could make your Christmas better."
"Ah Bones. Your presence makes just about anything better." He confessed before tilting her chin so he had better access to her mouth.
She began to protest his ridiculous statement when he kissed her. Softly at first. Exploring. When she didn't try to break the kiss he deepened it. He traced her lower lip with the tip of his tongue seeking access which she granted. Their tongues met, not fighting for dominance, but exploring gently.
Booth only pulled away when lack of oxygen began to make him light headed. When he broke the kiss Brennan just looked at him wide-eyed. She'd always wondered what kissing him would be like—she now had evidence thanks to Caroline, but this was so much better and uncoerced. Now she knew that it was amazing and breath taking and every other clichéd way to describe kissing him. She moved so she was more on top of him than on the couch and began trailing kisses up his jaw before taking his earlobe between her teeth. With this action she was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath on Booth's part. She teased the sensitive spot behind his ear before making her way back to his lips.
Once each had established that kissing the other was allowed hands began to wander. His hand traced her hip and ribs before coming to rest just below her breast. Brennan moved his hand the rest of the way, giving him permission. Her hands smoothed down his chest until she reached the fly of his jeans. She slipped two fingers beneath the fabric again causing Booth to suck in a breath.
"Slow down, Bones. I'm not going anywhere." He warned playfully.
"Booth...I want—" She was breathless now.
He kissed her again, shifting so she was underneath him. This time his hands pulled at the hem of her t-shirt seeking access. She broke the kiss long enough to lose the shirt. His mouth was immediately on her still bra-covered breast sucking the nipple through the lacy fabric.
"Mmmm. Ah...Booth!" She moaned beneath him.
Brennan decided she was done playing by Booth's rules. She reached between them and cupped his erection, squeezing just a little to get his attention. His hips bucked involuntarily into her hand and she continued to rub him through his jeans.
"Bones." He growled.
She quickly went to work on his jeans. Button up fly, whose brilliant idea was that?
"What the hell, Booth?" She asked.
"Wasn't really planning on this, Bones." He groaned.
Finally she got the fly open and reached in to stroke him through his boxers. He was rock hard and larger than she'd expected. She fisted him and stroked once causing his body to shudder in pleasure.
"If you keep that up this is going to be over before it's started." He warned.
Booth propped himself up on one forearm and reached between them to unfasten her jeans. He pulled at the waist but the jeans were tight and they weren't budging.
"What the hell, Bones?"
"Wasn't really planning on this, Booth." She echoed his words from a few moments ago.
She reached down to give him a hand and shimmied out of her jeans while he shucked his own. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and he got rid of that as well. She smoothed her hands up his bare chest enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath her hands.
His fingers toyed with the edge of her underwear. He pushed the fabric aside and traced two fingers along her folds.
"You're soaked, Bones." He groaned into her ear. "Do I do that too you?" He asked.
"Only you." She moaned as she bucked into his hand.
He slid two fingers into her and pumped gently, setting a rhythm she seemed to enjoy. Her hips began to twist and buck against his hand as she tried to force him deeper.
"I need..."
"I know, baby." He responded as he withdrew his fingers and pulled her panties off simultaneously.
She tugged at his boxers and he pulled those off as well. Suddenly he was over her again. He aligned himself at her center and used the tip of his cock to tease her. He circled her clit once, then again causing her to cry out his name.
Finally he lined up at her core again and dipped in just barely. Then he stopped.
"Booth, I certainly hope you don't intend to stop there." She complained.
"I just...I need to know that this is what you want."
"I wouldn't have let you get this far if it wasn't." She retorted.
Sensing he needed something more she moved to look at him and cupped his cheek. "Make love to me, Booth."
His eyes softened and he buried his face in her neck as he plunged into her in one smooth motion.
"Oh god, Booth!"
Booth momentarily lost the ability to speak and just stayed still, buried to the hilt in his partner. He dropped sweet kisses along her collarbone as he finally began to move. He tried to set a steady pace, but found it nearly impossible with her.
Every time he thrust into her, her hips bucked up to meet him. She ground against him, creating just the right amount of pressure on her clit. When she could feel his strokes become even more unsteady she let herself shatter around him.
His name fell from her lips in a gentle chant as she came down. As soon she came down Booth allowed himself to follow and unloaded inside her in the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having.
Spent, the partners lay in a tangled heap on Booth's couch.
"That was..." Brennan was at a loss for words for once.
"Amazing." Booth finished.
"Amazing." Brennan agreed. "We missed the movie...again." She giggled.
That was a sound Booth would never get tired of. "Oh well, it'll be on again."
"Yes, but at this rate we'll never get to make a snowman or eat dinner." She laughed again.
"I would be okay with that if we just kept doing this all day." Booth admitted as he yawned.
Sleep was already starting to overtake them again. This time neither resisted the pull as they drifted off in one another's arms. There would be more reruns of A Christmas story and the snow wasn't going anywhere. Neither of them had any desire to trade this moment for any other in the world.