1-900 Bones

A/N: Set after S4 E10 (The Passenger in the Oven). Inspired by how Brennan's lack of long-term relationship skills may affect how she conducts research for the relationships in her novels. Apologies for the length of time between postings - flu over the festive season :( Also, when I've run out of ideas, the fic will be marked as complete.

Brennan is adept at things, an expert in most, achieved in many and above average in the rest … except long term relationships and the activities that they entail. Such as phone sex. The fact that She'd never had phone sex didn't even appear on her radar until her editor suggested that Andy and Kathy have phone sex while they are separated from each other. Although she's no stranger to talking lasciviously to sexual partners face to face, she was a complete novice to converting that into auditory stimulus alone.

Deciding that, as it was Sunday and she had no unfinished work to complete at the Jeffersonian, she would spend the day thinking about how a conversation could lead to a satisfactory orgasm for both parties. It was new territory, if she wanted to masturbate, she did, if she wanted to have sexual intercourse, she did … or at least she used to. It had been a while since her arrangement with Mark and Jason had ended. The combination of masturbation and arousing a partner while relying on speech alone seemed flawed to her; the experience should be either solo or include the senses of vision and touch. She had suggested they video chat, which would have made the scene so much easier, but her editor was adamant that it be via cell phone not laptop.

A bath was her first port of call, candles, a glass of wine, soft bubbles that caressed her; Brennan decided that Kathy would be the one to make the initial call and begin the process. As she imagined how Kathy would approach this, she let her fingers ghost across her wet skin.

She would be quite aggressive in her quest, Andy would have no doubt as to her intentions.

Brennan continued to touch herself, not intimately - not yet - just sensitising her skin, priming herself, getting into the mood for the scene she would be writing.

Kathy would be prepared, she would have planned the when, where and how. She would be in the mood for intercourse before making the call.

Finishing her bath and drying off, Brennan stood in her bedroom and thought about what her next step should be. Kathy would treat it as a sexual encounter, so should she. Pulling out lingerie she hadn't had the opportunity to wear yet, she slid the satin over her warm skin, goosebumps appearing where the cool fabric drifted across her epidermis and further stimulated her. The emerald green camisole and tap pants set made her skin look luminous and accentuated the red tones of her hair.

Would Andy ask what she's wearing or would Kathy volunteer the information? Would Andy ask her to shake her hair out and ask if he knew the penalty for an overdue book?

Her thoughts turned to Booth as she settled on her bed, as they often did. It wasn't unusual for her to 'hear' her partner's voice when she was writing dialogue for Andy, and it wasn't unusual for her to think of her partner while masturbating; but this was the first time she'd attempt to do both simultaneously. Her fingertips stroked lightly at her breasts, the satin camisole adding to the sensation.

Kathy would entice him by telling him how her body reacted to her touch, Andy would reciprocate. Would he tell her where to touch next?

She slid one strap of the camisole off her shoulder and continued stroking her fingers across the bare skin on the top of her breast as it was exposed, her other hand stroked softly at her inner thigh, skimming the lace trim of the pants before sliding back towards her knee. Brennan sat up abruptly as her phone shrilled from where it was charging on her nightstand, it was Booth's ringtone. She considered carrying on and not answering then decided that ignoring a potential crime scene in favour of self pleasure wasn't something she would want to live with.

"Hi, Booth, do we have a case?"

"Hey Bones, nah, no case. Just dropped Parker back at Rebecca's and wondered if you wanted to see a movie?"

A social call, which had happened with increasing frequency the longer they worked together. Brennan wondered if keeping him talking and hearing his 'social' voice would perhaps help with her brainstorming.

"I'm doing research for a scene my editor advised, so I'd rather concentrate on that for a while. I could make dinner though?"

"Dinner sounds good, what kind of research? Anything I can come over and help with?"

Partially aroused and dressed for intercourse, Brennan mused that there was plenty he could probably help with; but it was phone sex she was researching … while on the phone … to a man she had an emotional and physical attraction to.

"I'm in bed, I was actually thinking about you before you called."

"Are you sick?"

"No! Not unwell in any way, I'm feeling very well at the moment actually."

#

Booth took the phone away from his ear and blinked at it. That wasn't the usual tone of voice he heard from Bones, it was … deeper, softer, sexier … a bedroom voice, a voice that made him adjust his pants as he lounged in front of his muted TV.

"You're in bed, thinking about me, while doing research for a scene in your next book?"

"Yes. Hearing your voice is helping with that."

He cleared his throat, his mind running through several scenarios all at once, his pants getting tighter. Booth turned off his TV so he could focus, fully, on the strange conversation he was having with his work partner and object of his desires.

"Have you started your own sex line, Bones? Cuz those lines sound like they came straight off a 900 number."

"If I did, would you call it?"

"I … well I haven't called one since I was messing around with some buddies in high school but … you? Yeah, I'd call you."

"And you did. I went for a bath earlier, it was very relaxing, the bubbles and hot water felt great against my skin."

"Yeah, you have amazing skin, Bones. It looks really soft and smooth."

Oh it was on, Booth didn't even try to dull the sound of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his pants opening.

#

Brennan's left breast was completely exposed to the air of her bedroom as she skimmed her blunt fingernails around her puckering areola. The sound of Booth undressing made her breath hitch a little.

"It's very soft and very smooth, and pale all over which makes the colour of the lingerie I'm wearing stand out."

"Lingerie? Christ Bones. What color? Is it blue?"

"Close, it's a deep green shade, like your Eagles jersey."

"Mmm … what's it made of? Lace?"

"Satin, it slips against my body so easily, I moved one strap and it just slid down to my elbow, leaving my breast completely in the open."

"Jesus, Bones! Ohhh you're good at this!"

"Are you hard, Booth? Harder than the nipple I'm stroking?"

"Yeah, yeah, keep talkin' and I'll be harder than I've ever been in my entire life! I wanna know, Bones, I wanna know how it feels. I bet your tits feel amazing, God I'd love to be there touching you right now!"

"It feels really good, it's a change, hearing you instead of just thinking about you. Often I imagine you're the one touching me and, obviously, you think about that too. Do you still have a shirt on? I love your chest, I think I'd like to spend a long time just licking and stroking your chest."

There was a muffled rustling as Brennan sucked her forefinger and thumb into her mouth before pinching at her nipple.

#

Booth slouched on his sofa, naked as the day he was born, massaging his testicles, gearing up for probably the most intense jerk off session he'd ever experience.

"Can you put me on speaker, Bones, I want you to have both hands for this."

He put his own phone on speaker and laid it on his chest, the cool hard case making him shiver with the sensation in conjunction with the excitement he felt.

"Yeah, I can do that. I'd like to have both hands too. Should I take off my top or just move the straps down so I'm exposing myself without undressing?"

A grunt left him as he imagined Bones topless and Bones with a Eagles green camisole pulled down enough to see her tits.

"Just move the straps, damn, Bones this is so fuckin' hot!"

"Very hot, both my nipples are hard and I can feel my pussy throbbing."

"Oh fuck!"

Booth grabbed his cock and squeezed, he'd never expected to hear words like that coming out of his partner's mouth but he was damn glad they did.

"I bet you get real juicy Bones, and you're gonna need it cuz I'm a big guy, touch yourself, tell me how wet you are."

He heard her gasp and a small moan came over the speaker.

"I'm soaked, Booth, my fingers are sliding over my pussy and the tops of the inside of my thighs are damp. I'm so wet for you."

Growling he gripped his cock tightly with one hand and continued to massage his balls with the other.

"I'm so fuckin' hard Bones, never been this hard for any other woman, just you, Bones, It's all for you."

#

Brennan bit down on her bottom lip, auditory stimulation was yielding better results than she'd hoped but something was missing.

"Booth, I think I'd like to use one of my toys. Should I get my six inch rabbit, eight inch fat boy vibrator or ten inch dildo? Tell me which one would feel most like you."

She heard him grunt and curse, followed by footsteps. Brennan assumed he was going somewhere he'd be more comfortable.

"The eight inch, don't put the vibration on though."

She opened the drawer on her nightstand and took out her purple vibrator, she could hear Booth doing something similar.

"So since you said you're soaked, I'm gonna say a quick spit in my palm ain't gonna match you. I wanna feel you too, Bones, how much lube should I use?"

"I'm very very aroused, so slick, the tip of the vibrator is slipping all over so easily."

"Fuck! Bones, Jesus, are you dripping all over that fake cock like my hand is dripping with lube?"

"I will be once I take my lingerie off, the little shorts have a big damp patch on them. Booth, I'm so turned on, I didn't plan this …"

"I know, baby, I know but this is the best way for it to happen."

Pants tossed to the floor, Brennan used the shaft of the vibrator to part her folds, feeling it slide over her clit. She circled her hips, the girth of the toy pressing against her most sensitive areas making her shudder in pleasure.

"Oh! Booth! I want … I want it inside me so bad!"

"I know you do, baby, go ahead, slide it in deep, I wish I could see it, Bones. I wish I could see how wet and pink your pussy is, how it stretches to take a big cock."

"Mmmmm … you know, I've been told I'm very tight. Are you stroking yourself? Make sure your grip is very firm, I'll need to work this vibe in and out a little so it all fits."

#

Booth was working the top couple of inches of his cock, trying to feel what Bones was doing to herself. Lube was dripping down his hard length so he spread it over his balls with his free hand and rolled them firmly in his palm.

"Oh that feels good, Bones, I can't believe how close I am to losing it already. You get me so hot baby."

"I'm also approaching orgasm, far more quickly than I usually would. It must be your contribution to the experience. I have to … have to spread my legs so wide to get this vibe as deep as it can go."

"Oh yeah."

Booth gave himself a firm, full stroke, brushing his thumb over the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum back down his length.

"Is it in real deep Bones?"

"Yeah, it feels so good, Booth. I know you'd feel better though."

"Christ! Okay, Okay … just hold it inside with one hand, keep it still. Your clit must be begging for some attention."

"It is, oh, it really is, Booth!"

"Mmm … yeah, stroke it for me baby, tell me when you can feel your pussy squeezing that fake cock even tighter."

"I will … oh!"

He gripped his length with both hands, covering his whole cock, and pulsed them, trying to mimic what Bones would feel like when he was thrust deep inside her and stroking her pearly button himself.

"Are you close, Bones, c'mon baby, tell me how good it feels."

"It's … it's … oh god! I'm so close …just …"

"Fuck yeah, thrust that toy baby."

Driving his hips upwards into his tight fists he pumped slowly but forcefully, grunting at the effort and the sensations.

#

Brennan had her feet planted on the mattress and her hips off the bed, circling as she pushed the toy in and out, the angle making it bump against her g-spot with every motion. Her fingers, slick and pruned with her juices, stroked quickly over her clit where it protruded in excitement.

"Booth? I think, yes, I'm almost there!"

"Oh baby, you gonna squeeze me as tight as that vibrator? Fuck, Bones, I'm … fuck!"

"Ohhh, yes! I'll squeeze you so tight You'll be scared I'll … oh … break you!"

"And I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk the next day. Oh baby, I can't …"

"Don't hold back, Booth. Oh fuck! I … oh! Yes!"

"Uhn … I'm coming, fuck Bones! Ohhhh baby!"

"Booth! Ahhaahh!"

Brennan collapsed onto her bed, holding the toy inside her with one hand and the other pressing against her clit until the euphoria passed.

#

Booth lay panting, his muscles still tense from his orgasm, eyes closed tightly as he slowly returned to real life.

"Mmmm Booth, that was incredible!"

He blinked and looked at his phone where it rested on his stomach, splashed with the cum that also covered his hands.

"Damn, it sure was! I gotta get cleaned up a little here, hang on."

Gingerly holding his phone with his two cleanest fingers, he padded over to his laundry basket and pulled out a towel to wipe himself and his phone of the mess he'd made … the mess Bones had helped him make.

"Yes, I have some cleaning of my own to do … thank you, Booth, I should have no issues writing the scene for my book now."

Booth looked incredulously as the phone in his hand.

"What?"

"I … I was struggling to write a phone sex scene because I've never done that before but now …"

"That's all this was?"

"We can talk about it later, you're still coming over for dinner, right?"

"Dinner? You wanna sit and eat mac and cheese and talk after what we just did?"

"Well, I was thinking that we'd do more than talk … after all we have some comparisons to make."

"Comparisons?"

"Yes, I'll need confirmation that you are, indeed, a big guy and I'm assuming you would be interested in gauging how tight my pussy is for yourself."

Booth grinned, all was not lost! He felt himself firming again at her words, she was too damn good at this, he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep up…. But he'd damn well give it his best shot!