Dr Brennan's Pom Poms

A/N: A continuation of 'Eyes on the Size'. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about 'The Highlands in the Fling', I just wanted to write something silly :) Brennan POV

My lunch with Booth left me with more questions than answers, not just about the size of his penis but what would be the most appropriate way to encourage his basketball performance. Although he had mentioned that supporting him would include cheering his name telling him to keep going, my experience with that kind of behaviour was limited to clapping when he took possession of the puck during a hockey game.

I had attended one of Sully's basketball games but he seemed to be content to see me smiling in the audience … is it still called an audience at a sporting event? No matter, there was very little cheering or encouragement from the seating area. Deciding that research would be the best course of action, I opened my internet browser and that's why Angela found me watching videos of young women in very short skirts dancing provocatively.

"Looking for a new hobby?" She raised an eyebrow in a way that informed me her question may be sarcastic.

"No … Booth asked me to support him in a one on one basketball game and I was researching what that would entail."

"Sweetie, I don't think he meant full on cheerleader … but I'm sure you wearing an outfit like that and shaking your pom poms would put a smile on his face, among other things." Ange grinned salaciously and I wondered if there was any conversation involving me and Booth that wouldn't lead to her hinting we should have intercourse.

I tipped my head to the side watching as the team of cheerleaders formed a pyramid. "Well I won't be able to do that on my own and I feel the dancing would draw more of his attention to me than the task of winning the match."

"Oh Bren, you could draw that man's attention away from anything just by walking into a room!" She rolled her eyes. "But I have a sure fire way to make sure he knows he's loved and supported, Just leave it with me."

I agreed with some scepticism, Angela's plans could either be wonderfully fun or lead to me getting accidentally dosed with meth in a nightclub. I rationalised that the chances of bumping into a wall full of illegal recreational drugs would be minimal in the situation and decided to hope for the best.

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The game was scheduled for a Saturday evening and Angela insisted we go out to 'pregame' before the match. Had I known this would involve tequila shots, I would have declined and had dinner at home then gone straight to the recreational centre; however the Jeffersonian team were all present and partaking in what Angela termed 'a vital tradition' so I did not want to ruin the ceremony.

I was fairly tipsy and in good spirits when we arrived and when Angela took some bags from the trunk of her car and handed one to each of us with instructions to change I was far more amenable than I would have been if completely sober. In the ladies restroom I took the items from the bag to discover she had given me a cheerleading outfit similar to the ones I had seen online.

Assuming that everyone had the same type of costume, I took off my jeans and blouse and put on the vest top and skirt - she had even included sneakers with little pom poms attached to the laces and pom poms for me to wave in support. Despite the alcohol, I still felt a little silly but I realised I would probably feel better once I rejoined the team and our outfits matched.

My top had a large 'B' printed on it, I wasn't sure if it was B for Brennan but when I entered the games hall and spotted Angela and Jack with 'O's on their tops, Cam with a 'T' and Wendell with an 'H' it confirmed the B was for Booth. More disturbingly, everyone else was still wearing jeans and I was the only one with a garment barely covering my buttocks. Angela would pay dearly for this, but that would have to come later as, right then, I was there for Booth.

When I joined my team, Angela handed me a hip flask "Just go with it sweetie, trust me, I have a plan!"

Narrowing my eyes I swiped the flask from her and swigged, I have a fairly high tolerance for alcohol but would definitely need more to dull my inhibitions for this spectacle.

"Bones?"

I turned to a wide eyed Booth who was, understandably, shocked at my ridiculous attire. "Here I am Booth! Ready to be your own personal cheerleader!"

"How much have you had to drink?" He asked and I snorted.

"Not nearly enough to think I look good dressed like this." I swigged from the flask again. "You can thank Angela, she's the one who set up this ridiculous display."

He glanced at her and leaned in so I could hear him speaking at a lower volume "I actually think you look cute, you gonna shake your pom poms for me Bones?"

The grin on his face made me feel like punching him, but I could see his opponent standing watching us, so I simply grinned back and waved the pom poms close enough that the mylar stands irritated his cheeks.

While Booth and the other SAC were insulting each other, Angela informed me it was just good natured trash talking but started complaining of back pain. The game began and within seconds SAC Logan had scored, I frowned but stood and called loudly for Booth not to give up, I even shook my pom poms for good measure and realised it was a little bit fun.

As the game went on, Angela was being quite irritating. Wherever Booth had possession of the ball she would drop something and beg me to pick it up for her due to her lumbar discomfort and I ended up missing the play that led to Booth throwing the ball neatly into the net. I was able to see him score, which meant I was still able to cheer and even dance a little.

Booth was winning, I was having fun and I would not let Angela ruin this for me. The next time she dropped something I told her to get Jack to pick it up, Logan had the ball and was moving with purpose but his eyes were on me for some reason. That's when I realised what Angela had been doing.

"There's nothing wrong with your back, is there? You were simply getting me to bend over in this scandalously low cut top and incredibly short skirt to distract Booth's opponent!"

She at least had the grace to look apologetic. "Sorry sweetie, I didn't think you would go along with it if you knew what my plan was."

"It's devious and childish and, no, I wouldn't have had any part of it if I'd known … but I do want Booth to win and if this is the only way then I will continue exposing myself. I'm just relieved I wore panties today."

Jack coughed while drinking from his bottle of vodka laced orange juice and Angela patted his back while I turned my attention to what was happening on the court. Logan had the ball, he was looking at me, I parted my knees and ran one of the pom poms up the inside of my thigh. Booth took the ball from Logan, dribbled a few yards and tossed the ball in the net.

I emptied the hip flask, Booth was winning by four points and my dancing became just as provocative as the videos I had watched. The rest of the Jeffersonian team had even joined in the festivities, Jack and Wendell stole my pom poms to wear as hats, Cam showed me how to 'shake my money makers' and that's when the timer blasted and I saw Booth standing in the middle of the court gaping like a fish.

I hung back while everyone congratulated Booth on his win and when he headed towards me I smiled widely … until I saw the look on his face. He wasn't the jovial Booth I expected, there was a hint of a smile but something else I struggled to put a name to. It wasn't anger or frustration, not that I ever had any concerns for my safety with him anyway, but I didn't need to be on guard.

Sweaty and breathing heavily from his exertions, Booth pushed his hand against the small of my back. "You're coming with me."

"Why? Don't you want to shower and join us in Founding Fathers later?"

"Ohhhh no, you're not getting out of my line of vision for the rest of the night, Bones."

Unsure of his reasoning for this form of protection, and still very tipsy, I acquiesced to his guidance and allowed him to turn me around and sit me on a bench opposite the showers in the changing room. He was staring at me as he took a towel and bottle of body wash from his bag and walked into the communal showers that were separated by a waist high wall. It truly was fascinating watching him remove his shirt, shorts and boxers with half of him hidden from view, his clothes were hung over the wall next to his towel and he turned the water on from a shower head directly facing me.

SAC Logan walked into the changing room and seemed taken aback by my presence at first before smiling and seeming to add a swagger to his walk. "Well, sweetheart, what brings you here?"

"I'm with Booth" I pointed to the showers where my partner's posture had changed to an almost combative stance.

Logan looked at him with a smirk. "You say that but I know it was my attention you were trying to get."

"You seem to have misunderstood my intentions, my actions were to distract you - I have no desire to enter into any sexual activity with you." I frowned when I saw his cocky confidence turn to anger.

"You cheating bastard, Booth!" Logan stomped over to his bag like a small child and started stripping off his clothes roughly.

"I had nothing to do with it" Booth shrugged "The crew from the Jeffersonian came to cheer me on and how they did that was out of my hands."

"Yeah right" Logan was now naked and I couldn't help but notice the movement of his penis as he walked towards the showers with purpose. I'd seen bigger. He stopped just before his body was hidden by the wall and turned to me. "You had no idea your little science slut was gonna flash her tits at me and show off her lacy underwear?"

"Hey!" I stood up from the bench and swayed slightly before straightening up "For your information, I don't always wear lacy underwear!"

"Seriously, Bones?" Booth laughed. "That's the part you took offense to?"

He turned the water off and grabbed his towel to start drying his hair and upper body. "You gonna get in the shower, Logan or turn this metaphorical dick measuring contest into a literal dick measuring contest?"

Booth, towel slung over his shoulder, stood at the gap in the half wall … if I just leaned over a little…

"Oh! Booth wins that one too!" I clapped and jumped up and down "Goooooooo Booth!"

"Jesus fucking christ." Booth rubbed both hands over his face and wrapped his towel around his waist. "How drunk are you, Bones?"

"Not drunk drunk." I shrugged as he pulled fresh clothing out of his bag "Although I have imbibed around five units of alcohol, the exuberance of the game and being part of your cheerleading team has affected my mood and behaviour more than the tequila."

"So you're of sound mind? Capable of making logical decisions?" He pulled on a pair of boxer briefs under his towel before removing it and sitting down to put on his socks and jeans.

"Of course! I've never been so inebriated that my decision making has been affected!"

"Good." Booth finished tying his bootlaces and pulled on a t-shirt before shrugging his leather jacket on and stuffing his sweaty clothes and damp towel into the bag.

"The team said they would try and get a table but it may be difficult on a Saturday night."

"Yeah, we're not going to the bar tonight." He slung his bag over his shoulder and pushed me out of the changing room.

"What? Why?" I stopped walking and turned to him in the small corridor.

"Because, Bones, we have some things we need to talk about." I felt my back press against the wall as he stepped closer to me. "You think Logan was the only one watching your little show? You think I'm blind?"

I could only blink as that look came across his face again and his bag dropped to the floor, he placed his hands on the wall either side of my shoulders and I understood.

Desire.

Raw, unbridled sexual energy was pouring from him, surrounding us, almost disturbing the very air with its intensity.

"I know you aren't blind, Booth." I murmured, feeling his breath against my cheek. He was so close. "I didn't mean to …"

"Didn't mean to turn me on? Too late" Booth was flush against my body now, the heat from him causing my skin to prickle "you know, usually, I can control it pretty well - have done for years, Bones."

I'm not blind either, I was fully aware of the sexual tension between us that had been simmering underneath every professional interaction. From our very first case, the attraction was there, and it didn't dissipate despite the volatile manner in which we parted ways. To find out that Booth had been tempering his arousal the entire time we were working together was new information for me and, coupled with my own physical and emotional attraction to him, was thrilling.

"And now? My costume and actions have pushed you beyond your ability to control your urges?" I tilted my head, his lips were millimeters away, I could very easily move the short distance to kiss him.

Then he pulled away and picked his bag back up. "Not so far that I'd take you up against the wall of a grubby rec centre, but close."

He grabbed my hand and strode away at a pace where I had to trot to keep up with him. He was confident, sure of his actions as always, his ability to focus has always been something I admired and now his focus was entirely on me and I could not deny that his demeanor, and the connection we shared, had my libido in an uproar. Where was he taking me? His apartment, my apartment … would he even wait until we got to bed? Would he just take me in the car? I didn't care much, the prospects for sexual satisfaction far outweighed the location or my usual indignance of being controlled. I wanted him to take me.

He opened the passenger door of the SUV and walked to the trunk to throw his bag in. Looking into his eyes, I slammed the passenger door closed and opened the back door before crawling onto the seat on my hands and knees. I heard Booth curse and the trunk closing loudly as I placed one hand on the headrest of the driver's seat and twisted my upper body around to see him leaning in; one of his knees on the back seat and his right elbow on the passenger headrest as his fists clenched and unclenched.

"It's not a grubby corridor, Booth, what are you waiting for?" I turned and put both hands on the beltline of the door, arching my back to display my buttocks and thighs to him like a feral canine in heat.

"Not a thing, Bones. Not a goddamn thing." His gruff voice sent a pleasurable chill along my spine that made me gasp as he closed the door and grabbed my buttocks with both hands.

This was Booth, touching me intimately, and I realised just how long and how much I'd been wanting him. A moan left my lips involuntarily as he massaged my backside and thighs while getting into a more efficient position. His hands moved around my waist, lifting my torso upwards enough that he could kiss my neck. I turned my head and he captured my lips with his own, one hand holding my jaw to support me while the other moved to my breast to weigh and caress the sensitive tissue there.

His lips moved back to my neck and both his hands were under my top squeezing and rubbing over my bra; the rough draw of the lace hardening my nipples and sending an achingly sharp throb to my clitoris.

"You know what it did to me, Bones? Seeing you shaking these pom poms?" Booth pushed his pelvis against my rear end, his length hard and hot through his jeans.

I took one hand off the door and tugged my panties down to my knees, I was more than ready, I could feel it, I wanted him inside me so badly I was fully prepared to beg for it if necessary. I heard Booth grunt and felt him shift his position again before I was pulled away from the door and my underwear was completely removed. Booth was sitting on the seat and placed my knees either side of his thighs; the look in his eyes left me almost breathless as he pushed me to lean back against the driver's seat and ran his hands up my legs, lifting my tiny skirt to gaze upon where I needed him most.

Booth's jeans were stretched tight across his arousal "That cannot be comfortable, Booth."

I leaned forward to undo his belt but he pushed me back with one hand and unfastened his belt and jeans with the other, his eyes locked on the area where that skirt was pulled up to reveal my pubis. He obviously found this particular scene incredibly stimulating, I moved my arm to take the skirt off and he stopped me.

"No, leave it on. You're the sexiest fucking cheerleader I've ever had, Baby." Nodding I took over holding the outfit and shuffled closer with my knees before grabbing the headrest of the seat behind me and tilting my hips to give him a better view.

His thumbs rubbed against my labia, slick with my fluids they slid easily and he groaned; his penis twitched as he settled one thumb over my clit and used two fingers on his other hand to enter my body, they felt cool against the heat of me.

"Booth, please, I'm ready …"

"Yeah, you're soaked, Bones but remember what I said? I always make sure ladies finish first."

For all his talk about ladies, a very unladylike combination of a grunt and a moan emanated from my chest as he worked me. He was incredibly adept, although that shouldn't have surprised me as he had outright told me he never had a problem arousing the women he was with. Booth's use of his thumb on my swollen and sensitive pleasure organ in combination with his pumping and twisting of his fingers inside me had me teetering on the edge of orgasm just as quickly as I would myself. His mutterings of how hot it was, how sexy I was, how crazy I made him just pushed me to climax much harder than I had from digital stimulation with other partners. I cannot be entirely sure of the words I used as I came but as he pulled me to him and I felt the tip of his penis slip inside me as I was still throbbing and clenching he cursed.

"Fuck yeah, I am the best you'll ever have, the only one from now on. Jesus you're tight, I won't let go, Bones, Never."

When he was fully embedded inside me I was reminded of a children's story, a girl who struggled to find the right things. Booth wasn't too big, or too small, he was just right, and he felt incredible. I grasped at the cool leather of his jacket as I started to ride him and felt him pulling my top up. He unhooked my bra as I was dropping my top to the side and I removed that too. His mouth descended on my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples and setting me on the path to a second orgasm. Extraordinary.

The realisation that I was almost naked and Booth was still fully clothed, jacket and all, was incredibly erotic and I noted it with interest. My breathing was incredibly heavy, the sounds I was making was another new facet of my sexual experience. I added a swivel to my hips as I lifted off and dropped down onto Booth again and again, so many men had told me I would scream their name and failed miserably - Booth had said nothing of the sort but was definitely a candidate. Then his thumb was back on my clit and I lost my rhythm, his other hand grabbed my hip and rocked me forcefully against him.

My thighs tensed in anticipation, this climax was going to be much harder than my previous orgasm and I wanted to take him with me. I clasped the back of his neck and used the leverage to work both of us towards our common goal.

"I want you to come, Booth, I wanna feel it." I panted "Oh god! I'm … coming …. BOOTH!"

I couldn't hear if he screamed my name too, but I felt him come deep inside me, his penis pulsing as he pulled me so close it was almost painful. Booth held onto me for a long time, much longer than I would let any other man hold me … even Sully. Usually I would be eager to move off so they could dispose of the … fuck!

"Booth?" I whispered.

"Yeah, baby?" He nuzzled into my neck.

"I … um … I'm not on birth control."

"Oh … that umm … I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, I always wrap up but …"

"Yes, I'm generally insistent on also using condoms even when I was on the pill but …"

"I guess we got caught up in the moment, I'm … uh … damn, it seems like sorry isn't enough here."

He brushed my hair back from my face and looked at me solemnly. "It wasn't just you making the decisions, Booth, we were both lax in regard to safety and pregnancy prevention in our endeavor to engage in coitus."

"Don't call it that!" He winced. "We did an incredible thing … well, it was pretty incredible for me anyway and, sure, it wasn't the lovemaking that I would have liked to treat you to but it was pretty damn far from clinical coitus!"

"I apologise, I will take your sensitivity on word choice into account in the future." I sat up and could feel his semen leak out of me. "We have quite the mess to clean up, but as we are both usually fastidious about condom usage the only thing besides your seminal fluids and my arousal fluids to deal with would be … a baby."

Booth couldn't hide that light that came into his eyes "You wanted a baby with me once upon a time."

"I did … do …" Sighing, I lifted off his lap and grimaced as the cool air brushed my soaked nether regions. "If this … incident … results in pregnancy I will not be unhappy, but when you told me that you couldn't go ahead with my using your donation I put the idea aside. Even though Parker is a wonderful child, and I'm not quite sure what your reservations were, I respected your wishes."

"I didn't want to be a part-time Dad to another kid. I adore Parker - but I hate that I only see him once or twice a month." Booth leaned forward and reached into the pocket at the back of the driver's seat, pulling out a handful of napkins and handing half to me. "My next kid? I wanna eat dinner with them every night, read them a story every night, tuck them in, take them to school … I want to be there for them every single day."

"So you would want full custody?" I folded the napkins I'd used and unconsciously placed a hand on my abdomen.

"I would want to be there every single day with their Mom too." Booth looked into my eyes as he took the dirty napkins from me and tossed them into a plastic grocery bag he'd also taken out of the seat pocket. "A relationship - I told you, Bones, I'm not letting go and I'm the last man you'll be having sex with in cars."

"You're the only man I've had sex with in a car" I frowned "I don't appreciate you putting boundaries on my sex life!"

"It's not a boundary, Bones, it's a promise." He leaned over and kissed me, holding my head in his hands. "You can't say you don't feel it, I know you don't believe in fate but believe in this: we click, not just physically - which was phenomenal by the way - but socially, emotionally … maybe not financially but I know I'll never find another woman that I love as much as you and you know you'll never love another man the way you love me."

I opened my mouth to deny it but that just allowed his tongue entrance and distracted me from anything I was about to say. It was probably a good thing, as I wrapped my arms around him I realised I did love him and I wouldn't ever love another man in the same way. We did, indeed, click.

I pushed at his shoulder to break the kiss. "Take me home, Booth, and make love to me like you wanted to."