Fanfic! The Foreplay Series #2
Title: The Foreplay Series #2: Some Like it Wet
Rating: T/PG13
Genre: Romance
Characters: Booth/Brennan
Status: In Progress
Spoilers: Anything is Game
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Booth held the large paper sack full of groceries in one hand as he tried, rather unsuccessfully, to fish his keys from his pocket.
"Damn it!" The paper bag almost slid from his grasp just as he fingered his key ring and he had to quickly bring the hand from his pocket to catch it.
"Why did you put the keys back into your pocket anyway Booth? That makes absolutely no sense."
In the dimness of his exterior hallway, he glared at his partner. Obviously she couldn't see the scowl on his face and continued to talk.
"You could just put the bag down and unlock the door and then we actually could go in." She suggested helpfully.
He snorted at her. He was the one that was supposed to use sarcasm.
"Just give me a minute." Refusing to give up, he tried to balance the large sack on his hip again and fish for his keys once more. This time, a round, fresh green melon popped out of the top of his bag and rolled across the rug of the hallway.
"Damn it!"
This time he did set the bag down as he chased the rolling melon until he had it under control.
"Gotcha!" He hefted the melon in triumph and swirled only to see his partner standing impatiently holding her own bag of groceries and tapping her foot by his now open doorway.
"Bones...How did you...?" He glanced down at the fake rock/doorstop he had at one time kept a key under and then, instantly remembered why it wasn't there any longer.
She smiled as she dangled her key to his apartment in mocking victory.
"I would like to get this dinner started before morning."
He popped the melon back into his now crumpled bag and worked at the inside of his jaw. He refused to give her the satisfaction of even a 'Thank you' as he entered his own doorway.
Her eyebrows raised and he could see the smile playing at her lips.
She was such a gorgeous smart ass.
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"You are going to burn yourself Booth!"
"I know what I'm doing Bones. I have boiled water before."
She leaned for the tenth time over his shoulder and peeked at the pasta now bubbling in the large stainless steel pot.
"Hodgins and Angela are going to be here soon and I haven't even started the sauce."
He tossed her innocent smile over his shoulder, enjoying how close she was up against his back. "I haven't stopped you have I?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Well, you are rather voluminous and take up the space in which I need to occupy to do so."
He shook his head at her and chuckled every so slightly.
"Bones, why can't you just talk like a human and tell me to move my big ass over?"
She shook her head. "Because...you don't have a fat...'ass'." She wrinkled her nose distastefully at the crude description.
He turned completely to face her and reached out the end of his long wooden spoon to tap her nose playfully.
"I'm glad you notice my ass Bones."
She stared at him and put her hands on her hips.
"I do not notice your... anything Booth!"
He leaned further forward and was pleased when she didn't jerk back. He let his nose graze hers as he held her eyes with a mischievous glint in his own.
"Liar."
She could do nothing but glare at him. Did he really think she paid attention to his physique all the time? Hardly.
Liar.
He was well built and quite muscular and she was aware of that fact. Especially when he stood as close to her as he presently did and hovered over her. He had been put his body close to hers a lot of late and she couldn't exactly ignore what was right in front of her. But she did not stare at his...
She did not.
He had turned back to stir his pasta once more, ignoring the chaos his teasing had created within her mind. She intentionally reached for a nearby saucepan and elbowed in beside him in front of his range. As she did so, her hip bumped his and he grinned wickedly down at her beside him.
"Don't worry Bones...I notice your ass too."
She bumped him harder with her hip and he laughed.
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"Are we ready? Angela said they'd be here at 8 and it's two minutes after now."
He glanced at her as she poured herself a glass of wine on the small island bar behind where he stood at the stove.
"Did you taste the fettuccine sauce?"
She was a perfectionist. Even in the kitchen.
Was she in the bedroom too?
Now where had that come from?
He gave her another sweeping glance, trying not to stare at the way her full breasts pushed up from the bra cups and provided him with a tantalizing glimpse of that soft, milky skin in her open necked blouse. She was wearing another black bra.
Did she have any idea that he had imagined her in just a black bra one more than once?
She would probably throw the wine glass at his head if she knew the direction of his thoughts. So he took her directive and stirred and tasted the sauce. Again.
"Mmmmm...this is fantastic Bones." He closed his eyes in ecstasy and let the flavors play havoc against his taste buds.
She came a step closer. "You really think so? i've only made it for myself."
"You should cook for me more often." He raised his eyebrows hopefully and gently teased.
She took another step until she was standing beside him holding the wine glass.
He glanced at the glass where her mouth had just been. Did he dare?
"Mind if I share a sip to wash it down?"
Her eyes darted from the steaming sauce to his now.
"Want me to pour you a glass?"
He laid the wooden spoon down on the range surface and brought his fingers up to encircle hers around the glass. She looked completely surprised by his action.
Good. Maybe surprising her was a good thing at this juncture. He was pleased by the awareness that sprang into her eyes. She was becoming as enthralled by the idea of of their growing sexual awareness as he was. Pulling her hand with his strong fingers, he guided the glass up to his own lips. He could see just a faint outline on the glass where he lips had impressed it. Turning her hand slightly, he continued to hold her eyes as he put his own mouth where hers had just been and took a sip of the liquid.
But he didn't taste it.
He watched her eyes dilate and her soft pink mouth part.
Yeah, she felt it between them too. And he loved knowing that. Knowing he wasn't the only one fighting this overwhelming compulsion. To taste. And touch.
He brought her hand back down without a word and guided it to the counter where he unclasped her fingers around the glass. She allowed it and she didn't know why. Why wasn't he teasing her? Why had he put his mouth where hers had been? Had it been intentional? This wasn't like her. Like him.
What was wrong with them?
Her senses felt overwhelmed and a surge of desire for him seized her. This wasn't good. She had vowed to stop feeling this...this.
As she stared at the now free wine glass, she felt his fingers clasp her chin softly. As he turned her face up to his, all the rioting feelings were reflected in her eyes.
He looked down at her for a long moment, saying nothing. Then he gave her just the slightest smile as his eyes darted to her lips and then back up to her eyes again.
He was going to kiss her.
And suddenly she wanted that worse than she wanted to keep breathing.
She felt his warm breath caress her lower lip and mingle with her own.
"Bones..." It was a whisper. A question. A plea.
But it was one she had no answer to.
She gasped as he began to suckle her lower lip ever so slightly with the gentlest of touches. His tongue laved her bottom lip in a single stroke and they both gasped.
A growl escaped his throat and she felt his arm pull her around the waist completely closer to him and her mouth opened under his.
"Knock Knock! Anybody home?"
The voice was loud and they jumped apart, both completely disoriented. In just a moment, Angela and Jack were standing in front of them in the kitchen, staring.
Their answering awkward silence was a dead giveaway and Angela looked at them suspiciously.
"Um...Did we just interrupt something?" She pulled her thumb upward toward the door. "Because we can totally come back like in a few hours. Or days."
Beside her, Hodgins just nodded in mute agreement as he looked from Angela and then back at them, seemingly oblivious to the thick air in the room.
Booth forced a smile to his face and grabbed the wine glass on the counter behind him and held it up.
"Just a little wine tasting session...right Bones?"
Beside him, she hadn't so much as moved, hadn't said a word.
"Right." She managed to get the word out even as her senses remained shaken.
Hodgins tossed his jacket onto the back of a nearby chair "Let's eat then! I'm starving."
Booth walked over to pat Hodgins on the back.
"Me too buddy...Me too."
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