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Fic: Just In Time (2/?)

Rating: M or NC-17
Summary: Brennan's away, so Booth takes matters into his own hands.
Spoilers: None, trust me.
Warning:
Seriously, please don't read this if frank language or raw sexuality bother you because truthfully, they don't bother me. ;)
A/N:  Feedback is more than welcome. Thanks for reading. :)

This chapter, Ch. 2, used to be the conclusion of this story. Since I've reopened it, Chapter 3 is still in line.

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"I'm glad you're back," Booth murmured, reaching for Brennan and pulling her beneath the hot spray. "I missed you." Though he'd gone soft when he realized he wasn't alone, as the surprise wore off, he found himself hardening again quickly.

"Show me," Brennan replied, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his throat, "how much. You're always telling me sharing is a part of intimacy."

"I guess I did say that. But why bother jerking off when you're here? I'd rather take you to bed."

"I know you would. However, in the interest of scientific inquiry, I would prefer it if you masturbated instead. At least at this particular moment."

He quirked an eyebrow and stroked his hand against the small of her back. "Scientific inquiry, huh?"

"But of course." He felt her shiver under his hand.

"At least be honest about it, Bones."

"All right," she said after a moment. "I...thought about you while I was gone, and I would like to watch you jerk off, as you put it. Will you let me?"

The combination of her matter-of-fact words and the sight of the water sliding down her naked body left him no choice. "Ok." Retreating a step, he stretched out his left hand and palmed her breast. With his other hand, he slowly stroked his cock. "I thought about you, too. I was remembering how I took you from behind before you left."

"That's what you were thinking about while you masturbated?"

"'Masturbated' is not a sexy word, Bones. Stick to 'jerked off.' Or 'stroked your cock.'"

"All right. Tell me what you pictured while you stroked your cock." As was often the case, her words were laced with a command. For once, he didn't mind so much.

Booth groaned. "Say it again."

"Say what again?"

He swallowed. "Cock." His voice came out husky.

"Cock," she said, flicking him a smile that made him throb. "That arouses you?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "It turns me on." Still sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock, he stepped closer to Brennan and let his gaze travel over her face. "You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were so beautiful. Your face...You look like one of those old-fashioned pictures you find in necklaces."

"Do you mean a cameo?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, a cameo. You have a face like a cameo. And to watch you say words like cock and fuck; it's too much. I can't take it." He let go of himself and covered Brennan's right hand. "Feel, Bones." He placed her hand on him. His cock twitched, and her eyes widened. "This is what you do to me." He grinned, remembering. "And once I found out what a pain in the ass you were, I still wanted you. Maybe more than before." He released her hand and began to touch himself again, feeling the pleasure build.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You were always running off ahead of me, and I couldn't help looking at your ass." He huffed a laugh. "I couldn't help looking at you period, Bones, and wanting to touch you. Kiss you. God," he said, shaking his head, "you have no idea how bad it was sometimes."

"So you jerked off, thinking about me, when we were only partners?" The words, coming from her lovely mouth, made him shiver once again.

"Yeah. Too many times to count."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, though it was more like I had to do it."

"And now?" She brushed her wet hair off her shoulder, tempting him with the smooth column of her throat. "How does it feel now?" The question sounded cool, almost impersonal, but Brennan's gaze was hot, and Booth knew better.

He closed his eyes and stroked faster. "Good. Really good," he said, and meant it. He opened his eyes and watched her watch him. "But having you here with me, like this, it's different."

"Better?"

"Definitely," he said, brushing the knuckles of his left hand over her cheek and noting how her gaze lingered on his cock. "You like watching, huh?" The thought made his breath come faster.

"Yes, I do." Her gaze lifted to meet his. "As I told you before, you're very well-structured, Booth."

"So are you, Bones." He cupped his balls and continued to stroke, staring into her eyes. "Will you do something for me?" He moved forward, sheltering her from the spray. "Will you play with your breasts for me?"

"Of course." With a smile that made him want to take her against the wall, she palmed the bar of soap and slowly smoothed it over her breasts, working up a lather. After setting the soap back down, she brought her hands back to her breasts. Her eyes slid shut on a sigh as she traced her fingers over her body. Hard, pink nipples peeked out, taunting him, making his mouth go dry.

Booth moaned and felt the tension inside him coil tighter. "You're driving me crazy."

Brennan's eyes opened in response to his moan, and Booth noticed how hazy and dark they looked. When she circled her nipples with her fingertips, he thought he might come right then and there, so he stopped for a moment, breathing heavily. The tiny peaks of her nipples hardened further, and she gently teased them with her long fingers. "Does that...feel good?" he panted.

"Mmhmm."

"How do I know you're not pretending?" he asked, gripping his cock again.

"Here," she said, dipping her right hand between her legs, "I'll show you." She raised her hand toward him, and he sucked her fingers into his mouth.

"God, you taste amazing." He heard how breathless he sounded, but felt powerless to do anything about it. This woman turned him on too much, made him feel out of control; there was no point in denying it.

With a smile that could only be described as wicked, Brennan kneeled in front of him and squeezed her breasts together, deepening her cleavage.

"Oh my god. What are you doing to me, Bones?"

"Trying to help you reach orgasm before the water turns cold."

Despite the unbelievable pressure building in his balls, her words, and the knowing twinkle in her eyes, made Booth throw his head back and laugh until his stomach hurt. "Well, you're doing a great job, Bones," he said, his voice still lit with laughter. Letting his gaze flit from her face to her breasts and back to her face, Booth stroked faster and faster.

"Come on my breasts."

"What?" he said, disbelief coloring his voice.

"Come. On. My breasts," she repeated patiently.

"Really? That's what you want?"

"Yes, that's what I want, Booth." Brennan fucked the way she did everything else—with skill, passion, honesty, and something Booth had come to realize was a peculiar kind of grace. The thought made him close his eyes for just a second and give thanks; he knew how lucky he was to have this woman as his friend, partner, lover.

Feeling himself poised just on the edge, Booth touched, thinking of every time Brennan had stalked off ahead of him, giving him a chance to admire the sweet curve of her ass. Thinking of every time she'd spat words at him, her mouth twisting and bending, and he'd wanted to cross the distance and taste her words with his tongue. Thinking of how her eyes softened sometimes when she looked at him.

She bit her bottom lip, and his eyes focused there for long moments.

"Come," she coaxed, her gaze steady.

He couldn't deny that it was an amazing visual—Bones on her knees in front of him, asking him to come on her breasts.

What could have been obscene, wasn't.

Because as he looked into her eyes, eyes that were now almost as familiar as his own, Booth realized he would die for her.

He came with a gasp, feeling the orgasm roar through him and leave him completely spent.

Afterward, his legs trembled, barely holding him upright, but he took Brennan by the shoulders and helped her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, ignoring the fact that the sticky mess was smearing from her breasts to his chest. "Thank you. You're amazing."

"I am?" she asked, the words muffled against his skin. Still, Booth heard the vulnerability in them.

"Yes, you are." Not wanting to spook her by being too serious, he let his tone lighten. "And not just because you let me come on your breasts."

"I could tell you enjoyed that." Booth wasn't surprised by the way her eyes danced.

"That's 'cause you're very observant."

"Naturally. I am a scientist, after all."

"Yup, you're a squint. My squint," he said with a smile.

Finally, he released her and turned her so she stood directly under the water. "Let's get you cleaned up." She stood quietly while he gently soaped her all over, rinsed her off, and then stepped under the spray himself.

After turning off the water, which had finally started to go cold, Booth reached for a towel and dried Brennan off with it. He wrapped it around her and then dried himself off with another towel. Searching her face carefully, he frowned. "You look exhausted. Let's get you into bed."

"I don't think I can sleep right now," she replied, blinking at him.

"You will," he murmured before kissing her forehead, "after I make you come with my mouth."

"Promises promises, Booth."

"I intend to keep all my promises to you."

"Do you?" she asked, eyes serious.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, thinking of all the promises he'd already made her in his heart, even though he hadn't put them into words yet. Tipping her chin up with a finger, Booth pressed a kiss next to her mouth. "Come with me?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, her lips curved in a smile that brought an answering one to his lips.


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