Characters: Booth, Brennan
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: #15 (Want)
Prompt Table: Sex
Written for: drabble123
Word Count: 300
Timeline: After Season 3
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Three years of partnership, of sharing meals, rides, and post-case euphoria and grief, and Booth navigates her moods and expressions like he’s got a Temperance Brennan atlas. Sometimes she argues out of a reflexive need to question and push – and he gets that; sometimes she argues for the pure fun of it, and the tiny twitch of her lips gives her away. Then sometimes she just believes she’s right, crystalline eyes blazing with the fire of the righteous.
It’s a fire he’d never want to extinguish – even if he could.
Now, he pulls the blanket over their heads and bodies, temporarily cocooning them away from a world he knows will intrude all too soon with the chime of a cell phone and news of another atrocity, another body, another crime that needs investigating.
The world needs them; he needs her.
So Booth shuts his eyes and whispers something against the velvety spot where her throat and shoulder meet. Brennan twists and laughs underneath him, perpetual motion, shoving his chest with warm hands that touch more than his skin. “Stop, you’re tickling me,” she says, the words breathless and easy in a way nothing else she’s ever said to him has been.
He likes to make her laugh, but then there are lots of things he likes to do to her. Lifting his head, he moves down. With open eyes, he watches her, gaze slipping from her face to her body and back again. As he strokes his thumb over white cotton, not for the first time and not for the last, her laughter slides into a sigh he’s learning to understand means, “Yes. That. More.”
Her nipple contracts, pushing up through fabric, needing him, and Booth hardens in response. Brennan blinks. Booth smiles and lowers his head to her breast.