Series: Into the Fire
Series Summary: This is a series of oneshot 300-word ficlets about Booth and Brennan crossing the line over and over again.
Prompt: #9 (Restraint)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Warning: Mild BDSM
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Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
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"Are you sure about this?"
Brennan shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Turnabout is fair play."
Booth bound her wrists and ankles to her bedposts with the silk scarves she bought on her last trip to Italy, leaving her exposed to his hands, mouth, and whims. Frowning, she gave an experimental tug and found that she was indeed at his mercy. The discovery sent shivers racing over her skin.
"Ranger knots." He smiled slowly, eyes glinting. "They'll hold."
"I'll give you what you want," he said, and she gasped, arching as he skimmed one long finger over her before raising it, glistening, to his lips, "but you have to ask for it."
She wasn't used to asking for what she wanted. Usually she simply took it. But now she could have nothing but what he would give her.
Her stomach fluttered as she watched him suck his finger into his mouth. The scent of her arousal blanketed the air; if she could smell it, so could he. Swallowing hard, she shook her head, trying to ignore her body's demand for release.
"Let's see if I can't change your mind about that." He brushed his stubbled cheek over her nipple and then flicked it with his tongue, pulling away and laughing as she gave an involuntary moan. Anger made her narrow her eyes, but when Booth pulled back, she saw the perspiration beaded on his forehead.
"Who's in control here?" she asked, and his gaze swung back to meet hers.
"I don't know," he replied, flattening his hand against her stomach.
"Me either." She exhaled. "Please."
He inhaled sharply. "Please what?"
"So you want me to beg?"
"Would that be so bad?" His hand lifted from her stomach, hovering.
She let her gaze drift over his body. "No. Please fuck me, Booth."
Author Note: I know I'm only three prompts into this challenge, but I'm already questioning my ability to keep these to 300 words and have them be decent. Sex needs context, and I don't know that I can provide enough in 300 words to communicate what I want to communicate. I'm going to mull this over a bit more, but I think I might have to drop the challenge and just write somewhat longer fics using the prompts. We'll see!
Also, I want to finish and post Unwell as soon as possible, so if I'm quiet over the next couple days, that's why. Hope you all have a great weekend. :)