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Bones fic update: What Would Happen If We Kissed? (4/?)
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Title: What Would Happen If We Kissed? (4/?)
Chapter Title: Blackmail Material
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: NC-17 (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.

Click here for fic index/previous chapters
Prologue & Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Blackmail Material

Booth stopped and brushed her hair back from her face before gently setting her down on his bed. Disappointment washed over her when he didn't immediately join her. The world had narrowed to the scent of Booth's skin and the drumbeat of his pulse under her ear during their journey to his bedroom. It expanded again as she took advantage of the lull to examine her surroundings and attempt to decelerate the rapid beat of her heart.

Surprisingly, the curtains were open, allowing a bit of hazy ambient light to filter in from outside. A lamp on the night-stand cast enough light that she could make out the dark mahogany luster of the sleigh bed. Its strong lines and sleek curves reminded her of the man who would soon occupy it — with her. She shivered and turned her attention to the other objects on his night-stand. A photograph of Parker in a silver-toned frame. Next to that lay a book and a magazine. She moved until she could see the titles — The Encyclopedia of Conspiracy Theories, and beneath that, Hot Rod. A quick rifle through the slick magazine pages revealed colorful pictures of cars and their innards. She set the magazine down and brushed her hand over the cover of the book, shooting a look over her shoulder at Booth, who remained standing at the foot of the bed.

"What? I read."

Her lips twitched at his defensive tone. "I don't doubt it. But knowing about this..." She tapped the book with her index finger. "...would make Hodgins a very happy man."

"Which is why you're not going to mention it to him."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm asking you not to. As a favor."

"Hm. And what do I get in return for this favor?"

"Let me see if I've got this right. You're trying to blackmail a federal agent — again."

"Of course," she said, infusing the words with a teasing lilt. "So what will you give me as an inducement to keep my mouth shut?"

"You're really ungrateful, you know that? I already promised to help you with your problem."

"I would be grateful if you'd actually help me. So far all I've gotten is a lot of macho posturing." A shrug of her shoulders and an exaggerated sigh. "I'm beginning to think you're all talk."

He advanced on her then, stalking her with a predatory grace that reminded her he had once been a sniper.

She inched backward on the bed until she sat against the headboard. Then there was nowhere left to move.

Booth's eyes glimmered dangerously, and she suppressed a shiver. He caged her with his arms before curving his hands around her hips and pulling her down until she lay on her back in his bed. "You make me crazy," he murmured against her ear. She gasped as his breath tickled her and the meaning of his words sank in.

Then Booth kissed her, and this time there was no hesitation. Just the firm press of his mouth against hers and the warm caress of his hands on her face. Her heart hammered in her chest. Yes. This was what she had wanted, what she had needed, when she lay in her own bed and fought her irrational desire for him. Kissing him back, she teased his bottom lip until he relented and opened his mouth. Her tongue swept in to taste him and she heard him groan.

This audible evidence of his hunger sent a bolt of delicious heat straight to her core. "What do you mean, I make you crazy?"

"Lately, when you toss around words like 'tissue depth' and 'hip diffusion,'" here he paused to nibble on her earlobe, "all I can focus on is the shape of your perfect, perfect mouth."

Feeling triumphant, she pulled back and cupped Booth's face with both hands, so she could look directly in his eyes. "Then you admit it's mutual."

He laughed shakily and grasped her right hand. He moved it to his erection, held it there for a long moment. "Yeah, it's mutual."

She'd known. Of course she'd known. The guy hugs, the almost-kisses, the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought she wouldn't notice. She wasn't an idiot. But to hear him admit it...

A secret part of her thrilled at the knowledge that Booth was hard for her.

Emboldened by his admission, she pushed him onto his back and touched him again, stroking him through his pants.

Booth's head fell back as he groaned, exposing the column of his throat. His hips jerked, and he arched into her hand; heat pooled between her legs. But before Brennan could take his pants off as she wanted to, his hand shot out and caught her wrist, stilling her movement.

"No."

"Booth, I'm tired of waiting." She knew she sounded whiny, but she didn't care.

"You needed help, and you came to me. Seeley Booth, problem solver, at your service." He freed her hand and sat up. "I'm glad you're here," he said, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, "and believe me, I want you, too. But tonight is all about you."

"I don't understand."

"You will."

The way he said it sent a frisson of anticipation skittering up her spine. "Booth, this is only happening once." It wouldn't do to have him thinking it, this, would be happening again. Reasonable expectations needed to be set.

He leaned over her, his body blocking the light, and trailed a series of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

She moaned in response and shifted restlessly, spearing her fingers into his hair. "Just tonight," she said, shuddering as Booth's mouth sought the hollow of her clavicle. "To defuse the tension," she said breathlessly.

"I know," he said, the words deliciously muffled against her skin. He lifted his head, dark hair adorably mussed from her wandering fingers, and met her gaze. "Relax, Bones. It's just sex. I get it," he said.

She could have sworn his eyes glinted with mockery. But then Booth shifted closer, and their lips met in a kiss that temporarily stole her breath and her thoughts. His mouth slanted over hers again and again. His scent surrounded her, cradled her. It clung to his sheets and rose from his skin, enveloping her.

He teased her, just barely allowing the tip of his tongue to graze hers, until she moaned, desperate to taste him fully.

She heard him chuckle, and she swallowed his laughter with her mouth, kissing him deeply. She used her tongue to stroke the inside of his mouth, allowing it to tangle with his. Had he tasted so good in her fantasies? No. And tasting him now only increased the ache that had been building steadily within her.

Hungry. She was so hungry. No, she was starving for him — for his mouth, and his hands, and his cock.

Her breasts felt heavy and swollen with want. Before she could even think to ask him to touch her there, his hand lifted, only to settle on her right breast, cupping her through the fabric of her shirt and bra. Brennan wanted, needed the heat of his skin against hers. She pushed Booth away so that she could lift up enough to wriggle out of the tank top that suddenly felt much, much tighter than it had before. She fumbled with the hooks on her bra, desperate to be naked.

"Here, let me do it." With fingers that seemed steadier than hers, Booth helped her remove her clothing.

When she finally lay before him naked, he settled beside her. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but it seemed important, suddenly, that Booth be pleased with it.

Eyes solemn and locked on hers, he traced a trembling finger from the center of her forehead, over her nose, lips, and chin, down her throat, between her breasts, and over her stomach, stopping just above where she wanted him most. He smoothed his palm over her mons, the heat of his hand spreading outward from where he touched her until she felt warm all over.

He finally looked away, his eyes straying to her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the weight of his stare, pleading for his attention. How much more of this sweet torment could she take?

"Show me where you want me," he rasped.

The low tenor of his voice told her he was as affected as she was.

Feeling as if she were moving in slow motion, Brennan reached out for his hand and placed it flush against her breast.

"Only my hands?" he whispered, stroking around and around her nipple, coming oh so tantalizingly close.

She shook her head, feeling her cheeks flush.

"Good," he replied, "because I really want to put my mouth on you."

In a flash of movement he was on top of her, the delicious weight of his body pressing her back into the bed. Lifting up slightly, he moved down until his mouth hovered just above her pebbled nipple. Finally, when she thought she might just die if he didn't kiss her there, he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Chills wracked Brennan's body, and she gripped Booth's head, holding him in place. Each tug of his lips elicited an answering throb in her sex. He released her nipple and bent to brush his stubbled cheek against her sensitive skin. Sensation rippled through her. She looked down, and the sight of Booth's dark hair against the paleness of her breasts nearly undid her. He laved her nipple with his tongue and blew a soft breath over it. It tightened even further, almost painfully, and she bucked upward, eyes squeezed shut, seeking the moist heat of his mouth.

"Easy, Bones," he said, kissing the underside of one breast and then the other, attempting to dampen the blaze that he'd kindled.

When she'd calmed sufficiently, she opened her eyes to find him watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. He cupped both her breasts in his hands and squeezed them together.

"Fuck," he said with a sigh. "You're gorgeous." The reverence with which he spoke the words contrasted with their coarseness.

He moved up until they were face to face again and covered her with his body. He grasped her leg right beside her knee, and she understood that he wanted her to wrap her legs around him. She did so, grinding herself against him until they were both panting. She could feel him, even through his pants. Each time his cock rubbed against her, it sparked the most exquisite friction. He'd buried his face against her throat, and each hot breath sent a fresh wave of sensation coursing through her.

She clutched at his bare back and felt the taut muscles bunch under her hands. How many countless, frustrating nights had she fantasized about Booth, especially after watching him box in Vegas? Oh, she'd always known he was well-structured. However, the suits he generally wore didn't show off his impressive musculature to its best effect. The shirt he'd worn during the underground fight, on the other hand, had nicely revealed the raw power hidden beneath the suits. Her hands mapped the width of his back, the curve of his tricep, and the bulge of his bicep, committing them to memory.

This was better than any fantasy she'd ever had. Giving in to her earlier impulse, she nipped his shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," she said, sounding anything but. "I've been wanting to do that since you opened the door and let me in."

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. "Really?" he asked, sounding pleased.

"Mmhmm."

"So, uh, what else have you been wanting to do to me? You know, you mentioned I've been keeping you up at night."

"Are you asking me to tell you about my fantasies?"

"Yeah. Don't you think you should, seeing as this is our first and only night together?"

"No. It would just kill the mystery," she deadpanned. "But since I just shared something private, I think you should, too. Tell me something you want to do to me."

"I already told you. I want..." His voice trailed off.

"What?" she prodded.

"I want to put my mouth on you," he said, voice strained.

Brennan shuddered at his words and felt a rush of wetness. Then her eyes widened as she processed what he'd said. But before she could formulate an appropriate response, Booth moved down on the bed.

With infinitely gentle hands, he spread her legs. Her eyes fluttered shut as she waited for the first touch. When seconds ticked by and it didn't come, she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down at him. She found him looking at her with rapt attention. "Booth?" she said, suddenly unsure.

"You are...It's..." He cleared his throat and met her gaze, eyes hot. "You're pink. And wet; I can see it. Is that because of me?" he asked, his voice husky and his eyes dark with a hunger she suspected was reflected in her own eyes.

She shivered and fought the urge to run then, as the sheer intimacy of the moment sank in. The naked honesty of the question simultaneously shook her and sent her arousal soaring one level higher. She was in bed with Seeley Booth, a man she worked with, bickered with, relied on...and fantasized about. Was she wet because of him?

"Yes," she finally answered.

He rewarded her with a smile that made her breath catch in her throat and made her feel like she'd just identified the remains of every last Jane and John Doe stored at the Jeffersonian.

She cried out, shocked by the intensity of feeling that swept through her when he touched her, parting her folds with his fingers.

"Shh," he whispered, his breath warm against the tender skin of her inner thigh. "It's ok." He pressed soft kisses against her skin as he stroked her.

With each deft touch, the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. She heard his sharp inhale. "You smell so good," he murmured a second before he replaced his finger with his tongue.

His tongue barely grazed her clitoris, but she reared off the bed, gasping. He dipped his tongue into her center. She moaned at the undeniable pleasure of the intimate kiss. Booth curled his hands under her bottom and pulled her up toward his mouth. He began to lick her in earnest, setting a steady pace that had her undulating her hips in time with each sure stroke of his tongue.

She struggled to hold on to the last shreds of her control. But she'd been waiting so long, aching for release, that she knew she wouldn't last long. "Booth," she said. Not when he was flicking his tongue against her like that. Not when she could hear him moaning, too.

"Come for me," he commanded. "I want you to come in my mouth."

Not when — She felt him slide a finger inside her. Oh. "Booth," she cried, her voice pitched high. Her muscles tightened, and she shook as the orgasm washed over her entire body in hot waves.

The aftershocks trembled through her as he gave her one last slow lick. Finally, after the last tremor subsided, he moved up to lay beside her, kissing her softly on the mouth. She tasted herself on him, and for some reason that made her smile.

Booth pulled back and traced a finger along the edges of her mouth. She turned her head to look at him, feeling boneless and spent. She blinked, once, twice. She was spent, but he wasn't. Stifling a yawn, she reached out a hand and pressed it against Booth's erection. "What about you?" she asked. "I can take care of you," she said, blinking rapidly in an effort to keep him in focus. Her limbs were loose and heavy, and her eyes suddenly felt unbearably heavy, too.

"I can wait," he said with a soft laugh. "I've waited this long already."

"Mmm. No," she said, trying to shake her head but finding it unwilling to obey her brain's commands. "One night, Booth," she mumbled.

"I know, I know. One night."

Brennan felt Booth kiss her fingertips and smooth her hair from her forehead. She sighed and snuggled closer to him. He was warm, and he smelled nice.

"You're not gonna tell Hodgins about the book, are you, Bones?"

"Not since you conceded to my demands."

"That's my girl," he said, patting her hip.

To be continued...

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who recently read and reviewed Better Than Ice Cream (or any of my other ficlets). I'm trying to respond to each of you personally, but it might take me a couple days to get caught up. I've gotten so many kind messages about my recent troubles, and I just want to say thank you to all of you for that. I truly appreciate your good wishes; thank you!

Also, I haven't written anything like this chapter in a while, so I'm a little unsure. So, um, how'd I do? Comments? Criticism? Something you'd like to see in a future chapter. Tomatoes? ;) Thanks for reading, and even more thanks if you review. As someone else said, comments feed my soul.

Be well.

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Glad you liked it. Thanks! :)

You did ... really well. This is a scene I'd love to see on the show, if the writers ever went there. Great work.

This is a scene I'd love to see on the show

*grin* I think, unless the show moves to HBO, that we will never see that on the show. But that's one of the reasons why we have fic. ;)

Thanks for reading and feeding!

I was waiting for this chapter, and it was worth it, it's really good. *goes to get a cold shower*

Thank you! I'm glad you thought it was worth the wait. ;)

Great googly moogly! I loved it =)

I am new to the world of Bones ff (not new to ff in general, just Bones-oriented stuff). Do you have any recs?

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. :)

I'd be happy to email you some recs. Any particular preferences I should know about?

He rewarded her with a smile that made her breath catch in her throat ...

*sigh*

very nice 'hot' tender chapter

I'm so falling for 'them' when you write

*does a little dance* Setje, I'm so thrilled you enjoyed this chapter! As I understand it, you tend to prefer slash, so I appreciate your taking the time to read my decidedly B/B fics.

Thanks for reading and commenting. :) I hope your sister is recovering well. I was shocked to read about what happened to her.

And I love your icon.


I just read all four chaps and this is a fantastic fic! Like fantastic beyond words. You have both of their personalities down pat. It's like everything they do and say is so totally like them on the show... I can totally imagine them saying and doing those things in the situations they're in. I love this fic! And this chapter was really good, really sweet and touching and HOT! :) Anyway, hope everything is ok, and please update this whenever you can. Take care!

Thank you!

So glad you enjoyed this and felt they seemed like they do on the show. I sometimes want to put them in situations that haven't appeared on the show, but it's sometimes challenging to do that and keep them sounding like themselves. But I'm glad this read "true" to you.

And this chapter was really good, really sweet and touching and HOT!

*blushes* I hoped it would come across that way.

Thanks for everything -- including your good wishes. I promise I'll be back with more as soon as I can; I have some other fics in line for an update first.

i can't find chapter 1

the link is not working for me....and i try to go back on the entries but i didn't found it either... i really want to read it!!!

=)

I'm sorry, I didn't realize the link wasn't working. I fiddled with it, and it appears to be ok now.

Thanks for letting me you were having problems accessing the first chapter.

I'd love to read the rest of this but when I click in the chapter link, it says page cannot be displayed?

Ugh, sorry, I didn't realize it wasn't displaying properly. :(

The link should work now. Thanks for letting me know you couldn't access it.

*swoon*
Great googly-moogly! We just don't get treated to enough great Bones!fic like that!

Thanks for the hot read...

;) Thanks. I'm happy you enjoyed it.

wow......that was fabulous......and i now need a cold shower myself.....lol.....very sweet....i love that he wants so desperately to please her......that was very nicely done......and cant wait to read more if there will be some......again...so wonderful.......

*blushes and smiles* Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked this chapter, and yes, there will be more. :)

i love that he wants so desperately to please her......

He does, doesn't he? Every woman should have a Booth. ;)


Oh, my goodness! This was so good.

I've become rather flushed, actually. I might have to go back and reread all four chapters now. Yeah.

Honestly, this was quite good. I loved how you portrayed the characters (Booth especially), and I can't wait for you to write more. Well done.

I might have to go back and reread all four chapters now.

I won't tell. ;)

In all serious, thanks for reading and commenting. I'm pleased you enjoyed it and thought Brennan and Booth were faithfully portrayed -- not always an easy thing to do!


what can i possibly tell you after all this comments? it's simply as this: i loved it.

When i read the description of the ff on 206_bones i knew i had to read it. And i don't tend to read a lot of bones ff or any ff. Just because i don't find [i]the ones[/i]. But every once in a while i get across a ff which i assume would be good and i read it. like in this case.

My expectations were blown up (if that's possible) and from the first paragraph on the prologue i felt that i couldn't stop reading it. Thank god there where 4 chapters if not i would be going crazy with only the first one.

What's most important for me when reading a ff is that the characters should be always maintained - which is not an easy task - and you did it so good, so i appreciate you took the time to write this and i'm looking forward to chapter 5. yay!

[sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.]

congrats once again.

-sofi (:

Sofi,
Thank you for leaving such a thoughtful, heartfelt review. I'm touched, truly. :)

I'm relieved this story met your expectations so far and hope you'll continue to enjoy it as I post updates. As for keeping characters in character in fanfic, I try my best. It's tricky, and I know I don't always get it 100% right, but I try. :)

And there's no need to apologize.

Thanks again for your kind words; I'm having a lot of fun writing this story, and I'm happy to have you along for the ride.

Gah! *fans self*
That was HOT!
Keep the fics rollin!

;) Glad you liked it.

Thanks for reading and feeding!

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:) Your icon is adorable.

Thank you! Glad you're enjoying the story so far and think it's both hot and well written. As for whether they'll keep it to one night, only time will tell. ;)

BTW, are you hvolt11 @ ff.net?

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Very, very nice. You write smut that is tastefully and vivid. I like your style.

Thank you. :) I'm pleased you liked it and thought it was both tasteful and vivid. It had been a while since I'd written something of that nature, so I was a bit unsure about the result.

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