Hola! This is a smutty (hopefully!) little one-shot dedicated to the lovely and talented SleeplessInAtlanta, who deserves only good things :)
I needed a little inspiration, so I turned to twitter for help, and received a suggestion for "The first time Brennan drinks again" or something like that (as now I can't seem to find the tweet! If it was your idea, take credit, whoever you are! )
Can't you just imagine Brennan being annoyed with Booth having a beer when she can't? Haha... That's not really what this story is about...it's mostly just a quick one night stand of a one shot.
-b&b-
"Whoa…" Booth laughed and his eyebrows rose in surprise. Brennan tossed back another quick shot and her eyes widened, and she let out the cutest little gasp as the alcohol worked its way down her throat.
"Order me another, Booth," she practically slammed the empty glass against his chest. "That was delicious".
"Okay…" he stared, wide-eyed, as Angela grabbed Brennan's hand and pulled her away into the large, loud crowd of dancers. He rolled his shoulders when Hodgins slapped him on the back.
Hodgins leaned against the bar next to Booth and signaled for his own drink. "So apparently Dr. B. told Angela she wanted to have fun tonight."
Booth grunted in agreement and tilted his beer bottle up to his mouth. His practiced eyes scanned the crowd, and it was barely a heartbeat before he saw her. She was smiling, her hair curled against her shoulders and back. Her dress was high in the front but then gave way almost all the way down to the small of her back. Booth's palm wrapped around his cold beer as he remembered pressing his hand to her warm skin. She'd been so…deliberate as she'd gotten ready for the evening, making Booth check, double check and triple check all of the details. "Yes, the hotel is booked, yes, your dad is staying the night, yes, we'll have an entire night to ourselves," he'd repeated over and over, and the little glimmer in her eyes when he zipped up the small back of her dress made his pulse beat.
"Yeah," he acknowledged Hodgins' words with a nod. It was true. She'd been determined to have a great time.
And drink alcohol, she'd insisted, a braggy smile on her face. An ample amount, perhaps.
Booth had laughed at the time, but as he watched her now, he realized she was more than tipsy, and his mouth curved up in a smile. He set his empty bottle on the bar and pushed off from his bar stool, navigating his way through the crowded floor until he could wrap his arms around her waist from behind. She was gently flared still from the birth of their baby, but she still fit so damn well against him. He buried his face in her neck and smiled against her skin when she began a needy little bump and grind against him. She was drunk. And she was in his arms.
Angela eyed them and then laughed, leaning in as if to tell Brennan a secret. But from his position, he could hear every word.
"Drunk sex, sweetie…it's one of the best kinds!" Angela grinned cheekily and backed away, but not before calling a "Right, Booth?" over her shoulder. Booth clutched his partner closer to him and dropped a quick kiss on her shoulder. She turned around immediately and gave him that wide eyed considering look. But this time, he could tell she wasn't quite as perfectly brilliant as normal. He'd seen her tipsy before—lots of times, and the memories swirled around in his mind like the strobe lights on the club floor. But he'd never had drunk sex with her.
They'd had frantic comfort sex, soft happy sex, hard passionate sex, and just about everything in between. But their late night drinks had morphed into a beer for him and a tea for her until she'd been nearly seven months along and stated that if she couldn't have beer, then neither could he. He'd laughed at her challenge, but like with most everything, had given in to her, for her. Not for her tea—hell no, but…no beer.
But that was over, and she'd been sucking back drinks as quickly as she could, turning him on like crazy and making him wonder just what drunk sex with Bones would be like…
-b&b-
She was…bossy and flirty, and fun, and so damn cute he could hardly take it. Laughing, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her close and pressed her hard against the elevator wall. She moaned deliciously and rubbed one of her legs against his.
"You're drunk," he accused playfully, skimming his hand from her waist to just below her breast. She arched and gave a pitiful whimper when he kept his fingers firm in that spot. Booth chuckled and kissed away her adorable pout. "I like it," he insisted, and when their elevator doors opened, he picked her up easily and held her against their hotel suite door. His mouth found hers, and their tongues tangled as he tried to dig the key card from his jeans pocket. He gasped against her lips when her fingers brushed his aside and deftly slid the plastic card from his pocket. It felt rushed, and even though they'd now officially been sleeping together for an entire year, this was erotic. Maybe it was the way he tasted tequila on her tongue. Maybe it was the way she ripped his shirt straight down the middle. Maybe it was the white luxury sheets on the expansive bed they wouldn't have to make in the morning. Maybe it was the way she writhed beneath him. She took his breath away, and he reared up, growing harder in his jeans at the sight of her spread out beneath him. They'd made love and even fucked more than a few times, but this was sex. Good, drunk, oh yeah, just like that sex.
It felt like a first time as Booth pinned Brennan's fingers above her head with one of his large hands. She arched deliciously beneath him and when his hand smoothed under the hem of her dress, she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Booth growled as he quickly fingered the soaked scrap of lace between her thighs. "MmmMmmmMmmm," she rocked against his touch, begging without words for a harder pressure.
"You're so damn hot, Bones," he placed sucking kisses along her neck and throat, and he released her hands to slide down the bed. He lifted the material of her dress over his head and settled between the warm damp cocoon of her sex. He led with his tongue and licked at the soft lace, over and over, pushing it gently against her clit and core with his lips until the material molded wetly to her folds. Her fingers sank in alternating presses between his bare shoulders and his fabric covered head. "I could lick you for hours, baby," he murmured, unsure whether or not she could even hear him. Booth used his tongue and lips to move the lace aside and then he buried his face between her legs and thrust his tongue inside of her.
"Booth! Ohhhhhhh…" she undulated against his mouth, clamping his face with her pretty thighs. All the while, Booth kept up the raspy torment of his tongue along her walls, and then he brought one hand up. He used his thumb to rub the moistened lace against her puckered clit as he lapped at her in quick devastating strokes. "OhOhOhOhOhOh," she fucked his mouth and he felt her rise up to a sitting position. It was still dark beneath her dress, and then it was brighter as he felt her move the fabric away so she could watch him. Erotic. It felt like the most decadent porn. From his position, he could see that she'd loosened the top of her dress, and the material was pooled at her waist, leaving her bare and perfect breasts on sweet display for his hungry, light starved eyes. She was like the sun and moon combined, and he worshiped her, using the knowledge he'd gained from loving her body for the past year to take her up and over the edge into a honeyed climax around his tongue.
Her hands molded to his biceps and she gently tugged as she fell back against the pillow in release. "Up here," she commanded as best she could, her hips still rotating with aftershocks.
Booth pressed his hands to the mattress and slid up her body until he could capture her lips with his. She gave a soft tentative gasp, and then her tongue lightly traced the seam of his lips. He couldn't help but groan and thrust his hips between her still spread thighs.
"Off," she ran her thumbs under the waistband of the back of his jeans. "Now." Instead of helping him, she just kept rubbing sinuously against him. Booth moaned and tried to shove his pants down, but eventually he rolled to his back to finish the job. Before he was quite done, she was straddling him and pressing his wide shoulders back against the bed. Booth kicked his shoes and pants off of his legs just as Brennan fisted him in her hand and gave him two exquisite strokes before sliding down his shaft at the perfect angle.
He clenched her dress in his hands and shoved it up and over her head until she was as naked as he was. She was snug around him, like slick, wet satin gripping his shaft, and the intensely erotic sensation made his head spin. It wasn't long until he was panting her name and pulling her body down to his. He wrapped his arms around her and rode her from below, pistoning so hard, he thought something might catch fire. Her nipples were tight against his chest, her belly soft against his stomach muscles, and her lips were so fucking sexy against his. Damn, she could kiss.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohhhh yeah," he gasped out as his balls tightened and he tensed to come. "Damn, Bones….ohhhhhhhhh," he groaned in pure pleasure as he pulsed inside of her in long, wet strokes.
She was quivering and he felt her clench and realized she'd come with him. Feeling cocky and satisfied, he couldn't hold back the grin when she whimpered as his cock slipped out of her.
Booth smiled and tucked Brennan's hair away from her face as he kissed her lips and moved to her side. "You're gonna have a headache tomorrow," he warned, pressing a soft kiss to her temple and cupping a soft breast in his hand.
Brennan stretched lazily and pressed closer to him, nuzzling his neck. "You'll make it better, right?"
Booth's heart picked up speed, and he kissed her head. "You betcha, baby." He kissed her cheek and her neck and then moved lower to take one of her soft nipples into his mouth. "Every damn day," he murmured around her sweet flesh. And he didn't plan to wait until morning, either.