Chapter Title: I'd Like to Have a Place to Go
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: R (Do not read if you are underage, or if frank language/sexuality offend you.)
Spoilers: Through 2x11 (season 2, episode 11)
Summary: Thoughts of Booth are keeping Brennan awake at night. Question is, what is she going to do about it? This story is set in Season 2, after Episode 11, though I may have changed the exact month.
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Prologue & Chapter 1
Chapter 3: I'd Like to Have a Place to Go
Brennan slid off Booth's lap and leaned back against the armrest of the couch. Her heart still pounded from their kiss, and she struggled with the desire to grab him and pull him flush against her. She ached to feel his weight on top of her, pressing her into the soft, thick cushions of his couch, which seemed made for sex.
"I'm sure that if we stop now, I'll scream. Booth, we can't go on like this." She gestured between the both of them. "There's something -- an unexplored sexual rapport if you will -- between us. We're both healthy, consenting, unattached adults. Who would we hurt by doing this?" She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile. "Think of it as your professional duty."
"My professional duty? Please show me where in my job description it says I have to sleep with my partner."
"I'll concede that's not officially part of your job. But you want to do your job to the best of your ability, don't you? And I can tell you that contemplating what you're like in bed is distracting me. I can't sleep, and if I can't sleep, it will eventually affect my work. I know neither of us wants that. But perhaps you're simply unsure of your sexual prowess--"
"Hey, I'll have you know that no one has ever complained about my technique. Seeley Booth always leaves his women satisfied, thank you very much." He groaned and looked up at the ceiling. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation."
"I have noticed that talking about sex makes you very uncomfortable." She watched, fascinated, as Booth's jaw tightened.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He glared at her.
"Yes, you do." She remained silent for nearly a minute. Why shouldn't he suffer a little, too, if he was going to make this so difficult for her?
Booth's mouth twitched in reaction.
He cracked his knuckles.
"See, you just cracked your knuckles."
"So what? That doesn't mean anything." He scratched his nose and avoided meeting her gaze.
"Fuck," she whispered, leaning over him, her breath fanning his face.
He jumped and firmly set her away from him. "Ok. Enough, Bones," he said, clearly uncomfortable.
Brennan schooled her features into an innocent expression. A quick glance downward confirmed what she suspected -- Booth had a very obvious erection. Interesting, she thought, filing away the information for later. When she looked back up, Booth was scowling. He crossed his arms over his lap.
Taking pity on him, Brennan decided a slight change of subject was in order. "Haven't you ever just slept with someone and not had it become a full-blown relationship?"
"Sure. But you and me, we make good partners. Good friends. I don't want to ruin that."
"Neither do I. But that's not inevitable. It's just one night. And it's just sex."
"Just sex. Got it." His brow furrowed in such a way that she was sure he was about to argue with her. "And what if you fall in love with me? What happens to our partnership then?"
Brennan snorted and shook her head. "While I'm sure your technique is more than adequate, Booth, I can assure you that I will not fall in love with you after one night of intercourse. Of course, if this is your way of trying to tell me that you're in love with me..."
Booth's eyes widened and he inched even further away from her. "What? No, I am definitely not in love with you. I mean, I like you. But that's it. "
"I like you, too," she said with a smile. "And for some reason I can't explain yet, I'm craving sexual release with you." The last words were spoken in a tone ripe with resentment. She knew she sounded petulant, but she couldn't help it; she didn't want to want Booth.
"You say that like it's a terrible thing. Like I'm the last guy you'd choose. Look, Bones, if you're going to insult me, you may as well just go home and do whatever you need to do alone."
"Don't you think I've tried that already?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and moistening her lips. Her eyes never left his. "Masturbation serves a purpose, but it isn't nearly as satisfying as having a partner."
Booth's mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. A dark flush worked its way up his cheeks, and Brennan had the gratification of knowing she'd rendered her partner temporarily speechless. It didn't happen nearly as often as she'd like, so she had to savor the small victories. Taking advantage of his discomfiture, she crawled over to him on her hands and knees. When she reached his side, she sat back on her heels and leaned in until her mouth was millimeters from his ear. "Come on, Booth. You know you want me. I know you want me." What she knew was how much she wanted him. If she didn't have him, just this once, she might go crazy. Of course, that wasn't truly possible.
"How do you know what I want?" he said, his voice hoarse.
She reached out, intending to cup him through the worn cotton of his pants, but in a flash of movement, Booth pulled her back onto his lap. "I'll show you exactly what I want."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Clasping her hips with both hands, he ground himself against her until her eyes fluttered shut and a moan escaped her lips. When she would have taken off her jeans, he stopped her. "Patience, Bones," he said. Booth caught her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. A shiver coursed through her and her eyes fluttered shut. Releasing her hand, he nipped at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. Threading his hands through her hair, he tilted her head so that he could look at her. His eyes softened as they met hers. "Good things to come those who wait," he chided.
"Then this had better be exceptional," she said, trying to breathe normally.
She yelped when he swatted her lightly on the bottom. "Oh, trust me, it will be." His all-too-self-assured grin had her rolling her eyes.
Booth rose from the couch, forcing Brennan to wrap her legs around his waist in order to keep from falling. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"We're not doing this on my couch," he replied with a crooked smile before marching them across the room and down a dark hallway.
She shrugged. "It seems like a perfectly good couch."
"Anyone ever tell you you talk too much?"
"Only you." She stifled a smile. "However, there are other things I can do with my mouth besides talk..."
"Is that so?"
His response was casual, but she heard his breath quicken.
The idea that he could carry her without betraying even a hint of strain was strangely exciting. She tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against the warmth of his bare chest. An answering warmth washed over her body, settled low in her belly. Acting on impulse, Brennan buried her face in Booth's neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled like...like nothing she could name. Yet she yearned to wrap herself in his scent. She shuddered involuntarily and clenched her teeth against the raw need unfurling in her.
Booth must have felt her movement. "You ok?" he asked.
She felt the words vibrate up through the wall of his chest. "Hurry," she replied.
His arms tightened around her and he laughed, low and deep, tugging at something inside her. "All right. Let's see if I can't help you with your problem, Bones."
To be continued...
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