Chapter 3

Brennan was still holding onto Booth's arm as the two of them walked out of the Jeffersonian building and towards the parking lot. She was lightly humming 'The Lime and The Coconut' when she stopped both humming and walking, causing Booth to halt his movements as well.

Turning his head towards Brennan, Booth asked, "Everything okay, Bones?"

Nodding, she replied, "Yes, I just want to ask if you would mind coming over to my place tonight? I don't want to be alone. Would that be alright with you?" She looked up at Booth, her face awash with uncertainty.

With a half-smile on his face, Booth answered, "Yeah, sure. I'll just go to my apartment to change and grab a few things." He grabbed Brennan's hands and held both in his own. "I tell you what, I'll grab some food on the way for dinner. What are you in the mood for? Thai, Chinese, pizza?"

Shaking her head, Brennan responded, "No, you don't have to do that. I was planning to make us some dinner. It was part of the reason of why I was late. I needed to buy some pinenuts." Shrugging her shoulders, "That and the fact the florist I went to was a little further than I expected." She removed her hands from Booth's and then pulled out a set of keys from her bag. "See you at my place in about an hour?"

"Yeah, sure." Booth watched as Brennan walked to her car and got in. By the time he reached his SUV, Booth realised he already missed Brennan's touch. He jumped in his vehicle and quickly sped off, not wanting to wait a moment longer than was necessary to get to Brennan's apartment.

Once at his place, Booth took a minute to look around, noting that Brennan had folded up the sheets and sweatshirt neatly and placed them on the couch. Walking over to the items, Booth picked up the shirt and felt the materials between his fingers before putting it back on top of the sheets. The memory of how Brennan's skin felt under his fingertips as he removed the shirt from her body came flooding back. Soft, smooth, and warm.

Booth watched as Brennan lay back on his bed, her arms up, inviting him to an embrace. However, he had other plans and his hand stroked her knee slowly moving upwards her until his fingertips followed the contour of her hip. A hip that he enticed him ever since he saw her in that silly 80s Wonder Woman costume years ago. He didn't know the scientific name for that bone, probably illy-ack or lilac or something, but he didn't care. This was Brennan's hip, and it was sexy as hell.

With the patience of Job, Booth's hand continued its leisurely pace, inching up her ribcage until it reached its destination, the underside of Brennan's breast, the velvety pale skin calling him like a siren in the dark. He bent over and began a trail of kisses from her navel to the middle of her chest while his fingers continued their explorations under one of her breasts. He just loved the feel of the delicate skin under his fingertips. He always wondered how they would feel in his hands, but now he was almost overwhelmed by the reality of it all. He looked up and saw Brennan's eyes closed and a smile on her face, her arms above her head as if she were an offering to him. Satisfied that he should continue his current mode of seductive attack, Booth's palm slid from the crease below and explored the feel of the skin on the tops of her breasts, all the while watching as Brennan's arousal became more apparent.

Snapping out of his musings, Booth walked over to his bedroom with the goal of picking out fresh clothes to change into after a quick shower. However, upon entering, he stopped and stared at the bed. He couldn't help himself and recalled the taste of Brennan's lips and skin. The sounds Brennan made in pleasure echoed in his mind. Shaking his head, he also remembered the utter panic and anger that flashed through him this morning when he erroneously thought that Brennan had regrets that they had made love. He was glad that he had the sense to not immediately storm out of the room, but to listen to what Brennan meant to say.

He had memorised the feel of Brennan's breast in his hand and needed to explore in other ways. Kissing her neck and then her shoulder, Booth removed his hand from her breast and kissed the underside slowly, his lips lingering until his tongue began its taste of her delicate skin. Soon, he finally heard what he always wanted to hear, a whispered moan from Brennan's lips. A sound he drew out from his Bones. Booth rewarded Brennan by giving her nipple his undivided attention. His lips closed around the peak and Booth heard a Brennan sigh.

Booth slowly released his breath and ran his hand through his hair. The past year had been a cluster-fuck of epic proportions. His first mistake was listening to boy-wonder and gambling with Brennan before she was ready. How could he ever forget that slow and steady wins with her? His second mistake was getting involved with the only eligible female in a fucking war-zone. What the hell was he thinking? His old drill sergeant from boot camp years ago would've smoked his ass if he knew. Bastard would probably make him do a ruck march in a swamp carrying a full pack. Hell, he just had to close his eyes to hear him yell, "If the army wanted you to have a girlfriend, it would've supplied you with one!" Booth was no better than a private in boot camp falling in love with the first girl who winked at him and blowing his first paycheck to impress her. At least he didn't get involved with a stripper, not that there were a lot of strip clubs in Afghanistan. That would've been a typical soldier cliché.

Realising that he was wasting time, Booth grabbed some clean clothes and headed towards the shower. He wasn't entirely sure where he and Brennan stood right now, but one thing was certain, he wasn't backing away this time.

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To be continued...