Fanfic! The Foreplay Series #3
Title: The Foreplay Series #3: Too Hot to Handle
Rating: T/ PG 13
Genre: Romance
Characters: Booth/Brennan
Status: In progress
Spoilers: Everything
Synopsis: Loosely related, Season 5 wish list scenes.
Author note: This one is longer but I've waited a long time for this scene. It is MINE. And I wanted my money's worth. : )
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Booth flopped down on his sofa, picked up his remote and clicked his television on. Clicking his way through the channels, he finally stopped when he got to channel 600 and began to backtrack. Why was there nothing worth watching on an HD cable package as large as he paid for? Not even an NBA game on and old boxing matches on ESPN classic.
Finally giving up, he stopped it on the Cartoon Network and then noticing The Family Guy was on, quickly changed it to Nickelodeon. At least Barbara Eden in that Genii costume wasn't bad on the eyes.
Sighing, he leaned back on his sofa and kicked his feet up on his coffee table. He should feel satisfied. Another successful wrap of another case. Another smarmy jackass behind bars. Nothing left but the paperwork for a couple of days. Yep, he should feel relaxed and content and yet...
Yet, he knew what was bothering him.
Now that the case was wrapped, he wouldn't see Bones.
He grimaced at his own pathetic musings. No doubt she wasn't sitting at her place wondering when she'd get to see him again. Bones didn't 'ponder' stuff that way. She probably was still at the office, driving forward, doing some overtime I.D. work or at home writing her next collegiate address or penning her newest novel.
At that thought, he glanced over toward the mahogany desk in his corner. In the bottom left drawer was her latest book.
He'd read it twice already and to be honest, and although he hadn't told her, it was her best yet in his opinion. No need to give her an even bigger head. She'd read the glowing reviews to him last week from her IPOD during some down time at lunch. And he'd tried not to give away too much as he'd listened but instead had sat there trying not to show too much pride in her accomplishment. He didn't want to give away what he was figuring out about her novels.
They were exponentially better than when he'd met her. And in his opinion, it had everything to do with heart. Hers. And how much of it she was willing to put in her books. Now, instead of just being so dry and clinical, the heroine showed some emotion and flaws. And she had finally began developing a personal relationship with the hero of the books. He had to admit, he really liked how Bones had allowed that to happen.
Really liked it.
So maybe he would read it again. She didn't have to know.
Sitting upright on the sofa, he came to his feet. As he did, he felt the twinge in his back again. Damn it, he was going to have to give in and head to the chiropractor. Reaching around, he tried to rub the spot at his lower back that was just out of his reach as he made his way to the desk. Pulling the drawer open, he reached in and retrieved the book. He immediately flipped it to the back where a full, color photo of his partner greeted his eyes.
He didn't know which photographer took the shot but whoever it was deserved a bonus. Bones looked gorgeous in it. Her chin was lowered and she was staring at the camera with those vivid blue eyes with a come hither look that said 'I want you bad'.
He continued to stare. No wonder men loved her books even more than women.
A surge of jealous pride sprang up within him. None of them could claim her as their partner though. He could.
Still...What would it feel like if she looked at him that way?
He thought of how different she'd been since his surgery. He had caught her watching him, even more than usual. With eyes that were more than clinical or assessing. She hadn't been looking at him with just intelligent thought or professional curiosity but with something else...something he was almost convinced he now wanted and yet didn't dare hope for quite yet.
Maybe...
A knock at his door broke his thoughts and his eyes left the book cover and swung toward the door.
He knew that knock.
Hating the rush of excitement that shot through him, he stuffed the book back in the drawer and shut it.
Making his way over, he swung the door open, trying to control the happy expression on his face.
Suddenly the eyes he'd just been staring into on the glossy photo where looking into his for real.
"Hey."
He smiled. "Hey."
"Can I come in?"
He stepped back to let her enter.
"You bet."
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She felt a bit awkward about just showing up like this again. She'd done it before a couple of time and told herself to stop. What if he had other company? Or maybe wanted some time to himself? Maybe he got tired of seeing her?
One minute she'd been sitting at home in front of her laptop and the next, she'd been behind the wheel of her car headed over to Booth's. She wasn't upset or confused about anything. The case was finished and she must say, she-and the team- had done quite an excellent job with the forensics work on this one.
So, why did she not have that sense of fulfillment and satisfaction she normally did whenever she had successfully completed her work?
It was almost like it wasn't finished...like there was something incomplete about it all. She felt a sense of...discontent. She had sat there on her sofa in front of a blinking cursor on her laptop and all she could think was that she wanted to see Booth. Talk to him. Figure...something out. He always helped her make sense of things and perhaps if she spent some more time with him whatever it was that had been bothering her could be solved and finally vanish.
She walked across into his living room and dropped her keys on his end table before looking up at his television. She watched the programming for a moment, her eyebrows knotted together in consternation and then she brought her finger up to point accusingly at it.
"Why is that American woman wearing a pink, ill-fitting, and historically inaccurate genii costume?"
Booth, who had followed behind her, didn't answer, but instead just reached for the remote to click the power off. Only Bones could look at Barbara Eden in that light.
"I had no idea you were interested in the Jinn mythos Booth. You know, in Islamic lore, the 'jinn' was thought to have the power to lead humans astray...and they were supposedly very strong...as a matter of fact-"
"I'm not interested in genies Bones." He cut her off before she could prattle off any more information he didn't care to know.
She looked over at him a bit confused. "Oh...I get it...it's part of that whole 'mindless' television viewing concept you were explaining to me again..." She looked pleased that she had remembered one of his 'social' lessons.
"Um, yeah...something like that."
They stared at each other a long moment neither wanting to be the first to mention that she had come over, uninvited, for no apparent reason.
Booth didn't care if she'd come over to borrow his toilet brush, he was just happy that she had come by.
Maybe...? Did she wanted to spend some downtime with him too?
Booth rubbed his hands together. "So, hey, Bones...Um, you want a beer?"
She nodded. "Sure." And he cut his eyes curiously at her.
"Everything O.K. Bones?"
She smiled. "Yeah, why?"
His smile broadened. "No reason."
He got the beer.
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"I could make it feel better for you Booth."
Her eyes remained on the television as she took another sip of her beer. She cut them slightly toward him but didn't turn her head to look at him.
Beside her, he twisted again and adjusted the throw pillow further downward.
He turned his head to look at her. "How do you know?"
She looked at him. "That your back is bothering you?" She inclined her head toward the pillow. "Other than the fact that you have moved that pillow a dozen times during the last twenty minutes, you were moving about today at the lab as if your inter-transverse area was inflamed. You really shouldn't have lifted that crate by yourself."
He didn't like remembering that he was getting older and he certainly didn't have the patience to let a simple crate get in their way of uncovering evidence during an investigation. "It had to be moved."
She didn't argue but seemingly understood his point.
He took another sip of his own beer. Leaning forward with another grimace, he put it on the coffee table and turned to look at her. "What do you mean you could make it better?"
Before she could answer, his eyes lit up and he brought his fingers out in front of him. "You mean with your magic finger thingy?"
She shook her head. "Not exactly Booth. But I am an expert on the skeletal system and know some massage techniques."
He remembered her showing a suspect one time just how 'expert' she was at hitting the right 'massage' spots. He laughed softly at the memory as she blinked.
"Why are you laughing?" She looked slightly offended. "You don't think I can make you feel better?"
He stopped chuckling and spoke seriously as he looked into the bottomless blue of her eyes. "Make me feel better Bones."
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She stretched her fingers and then wiggled them in a way he'd seen her do many times at the lab.
"I need some lotion and then I need you on a flat surface."
His mouth went dry at the imagery her innocent demand evoked.
"Hang on." He headed over to his kitchen where he kept some hand lotion and grabbed it. Returning, he handed it to her.
"Will this do?"
She glanced at it and nodded. "This is fine...now, for the flat surface..."
"I figured I could just lay on the sofa."
She shook her head. "No, it is too uneven. I need you as flat as possible."
A sudden image of her straddling him on his king-size bed popped into his mind unbidden. He swallowed hard as he watched her assess his apartment with her trademark intensity, biting her lip as she often did when concentrating.
"How about the floor?"
"The floor?"
She nodded. "We'll have to do it on the floor."
Dropping to her knees on the braided rug, she pushed his coffee table up against his sofa and made room on the rug, obviously waiting for him to join her.
Trying not to over think things, he dropped to his knees in front of her, faced her and waited. She pointed downward with her finger.
"I can't do it with you on your knees."
He grinned. "I'm actually pretty talented on my knees Bones."
It took her a moment and then she raised her eyebrows as she understood the innuendo.
"Booth, that was rather crude."
He turned on his knees until he was facing away from her. Over his shoulder, he tossed a rebuttal.
"Hey, you're the one ordering me around like a boy toy."
Narrowing her eyes behind him, she brought her body up against his back and leaned forward at his ear. "You have no idea what is about to happen do you?."
Booth felt himself completely freeze as her warmth breath teased his neck and ear. Good grief, she didn't need to play with fire like this. It had been a long time and just the thought of her hands roaming his back was almost enough to make him hard.
He wanted to see her face as she teased him but turning around right now and facing her would be dangerous given how he felt. So instead, he twisted his neck to smirk challengingly at her.
"Do your worst...Doctor."
Reaching downward, she caught the hem of his t-shirt in her hands and began to slowly tug it from his pants.
"Bones...?"
But she didn't stop. She reached around and caught it from the other side when it sprang free and pulled upward.
"Bones...what are you doing?" His mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
"I am taking your shirt off Booth."
Of course she was.
"Do you have to do that?" He flinched as her knuckles bumped against his abdomen.
"If you want a thorough massage."
Why did her voice have to sound so husky? And sexy?
"Um, yeah...O.K."
"Lift your arms."
He slowed his breathing and did as he was told. She was in charge and he'd given her the command and now he was about to come unhinged beneath her hands. Was he insane? Had he forgotten how it felt to have her breasts up against his back? Closing his eyes, he remembered and he wanted....
She tugged the shirt completely over his head and tossed it aside.
Behind him, her own senses were rioting. He had the most beautiful back she'd laid eyes on. She had never liked a male to look overdeveloped but she had to appreciate Booth's musculature as well as his bone structure. It was, to her critical eye, almost perfect. She wanted to stare and appreciate and for a moment, she let herself. And then she realized she was staring and felt ridiculous. She was acting as if she'd never seen a naked male before. She cleared her throat and forced her attention to the task.
"Lay flat Booth."
Putting her hand to the center of her back, she pushed him forward slightly and he forward to his stomach, as he caught himself on his arms. Behind him, held her breath a moment. She hadn't expected his skin to feel so warm and soft to her touch.
She breathed in a few times trying to remain completely clinical. Perhaps this hadn't been such a wise idea...
"Um, I need you to put your arms down by your side for now Booth."
He turned his head to the side. "Awww...Bones...you mean they get ignored?" He made a pout with his lower lip.
"You said your back was bothering you." She rubbed lotion between her hands.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean my other parts wouldn't enjoy some of the left-overs."
She smiled.
"Booth..."
"Yeah?"
"Shut-up."
He smiled.
" 'Kay Doc."
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A man could get used to this.
Her small hands were so warm and gentle and yet firm as they travelled first across his upper back between his shoulder blades and then slowly downward near his spine.
How did she do that?
He felt all the stress of the past week, the thoughts about the case, everything...just dissipate beneath her ministrations.
Wow. She was good.
No.
She was fantastic.
How could he have not asked for this...begged for this before now?
But she hadn't exactly offered either.
He grunted as she found the exact spot that had been aching and began to work the pain out with her fingers.
"Awww...god...awwww....."
"Too much?" She asked above him and paused her hands.
"No...Bones...too...good...Don't stop."
She smiled.
"I won't."
And she didn't want to stop. She was enjoying giving him what was obvious pleasure. She had never thought of a back massage as particularly pleasurable but rather just a means to an end. On occasion, she would go by the spa and there was a woman there who did a passable job for an amateur.
But this...with Booth...this was different.
She was actually enjoying it herself. The giving of this pleasure to him. Knowing that she had the power to make him feel this good.
And if his moans were any indication the last few minutes, he was getting pleasure from it.
Below her, he moaned again as she gave a deep massage to his deltoids. Continuing down his shoulders, she eased downward to his triceps muscles in his arms and sank her fingers into the thick muscle tissue there. She was amazed at the circumference of his upper arms. He was so strong. She thought of all the times those arms had held her and felt a trickle of physical awareness ease through her. How would those arms feel against her in bed? To be held down by them as he brought his powerful hips down to hers?
He groaned again as she continued her assault on his arms and she mentally chastised herself. Here he was in pain and she was thinking of sex. That somehow seemed wrong. She would be mortified if he were aware of her thoughts.
She would kill him.
If she knew his thoughts, she would jump up and run. And he wouldn't blame her.
He felt his groin stir again as her nails grazed his forearm.
Here she was, offering to be kind to him and ease his pain and all he could think was how he'd like to flip around and push his hips up toward hers as he lifted her over him.
When had he become such a dirty minded prick when it came to her? When had he stopped fighting it? Stopped forcing the sexual thoughts of her down into oblivion.
He knew and he wondered if she did too. He thought back to his time in the hospital when she'd been with him. He still couldn't believe it had all been a dream. He just knew he'd never be able to fight his feelings for her like he had prior to that again.
Did she think about it too? Something had changed her. Both of them since that time.
Suddenly, she stopped above him and he raised his head.
"I'll have to move around to reach your other side." Her voice was quiet and soft.
"Just sit on me." It came out before he thought. He just didn't want her to stop.
She said nothing for a moment and he raised his head again to turn his neck to look at her.
"Sit on you?" She looked at him as if he'd asked her to sprout wings and fly to Jupiter.
Damn. Now he'd made her feel weird. Determined to make it O.K., he raised up on his elbow and started to get up.
"Hey, don't worry about the other one, I didn't mean to..."
"Lie back down Booth." The order was quiet and the intensity with which she spoke stopped his movements cold and looked into her eyes. They were sparkling and beautiful. So beautiful.
With her hand, she gently shoved at his shoulder blades. He obeyed and eased back down flat.
"I don't want to hurt you so be still."
He felt her leg brush his rear and held his breath. And then he felt her leg muscles were on either side of his hips.
Oh. god.
She was straddling him. He closed his eyes and let the reality of that sink in.
She didn't move immediately but eased her weight back onto his large leg muscles.
Her weight was nothing on him but obviously she didn't know that.
"Am I too heavy?"
No. Aww, god no. Never.
The instant she asked the intense denial raced through his brain. He wanted her to put her back against his, to unbutton that pretty white blouse she wore, tear off her bra and put her full breasts against his heated skin.
"Um, no Bones...you're great. Fine...it's fine."
He felt her lean over his back and reach for the opposite arm and give it the same treatment she'd given the other one. As she did so, he no longer felt the massage but instead, felt her.
Her soft breasts pushed lightly into his back as she moved and he closed his eyes against the sensations knowing that and feeling that caused him.
He wanted sex with this woman. He wanted to turn over, pick her up and take her back into his bedroom and make love to her so completely that she had no doubt what was growing between them. He wanted to touch her so softly, so gently and so intensely that she couldn't speak her own name coherently and could only say his...over and over...
"Booth..."
Had she moaned his name?
Suddenly, the touching ceased and he felt her weight ease from his hips as she rose from him.
His eyes flitted open and he turned to see her fleeing toward his kitchen, her beer bottle in hand.
"Bones?"
When she didn't respond, he quickly scrambled to his own feet.
He walked over to where she was tossing her bottle in his trash.
"Bones? ...What's wrong?"
She turned without looking at him and headed over to his table to pick up her keys.
"It's late and I need to go. I'll see you in a couple of days."
Oh. Had he done something? Given away how turned on she'd made him?
He cursed himself for his own stupidity.
Why wouldn't she look at him? He panicked. He couldn't let her leave angry at him. He had to make it right between them. Had to ask for her forgiveness. Beg if that's what it took.
He caught her at his door and swung her around by the arm.
"Bones! Talk to me!"
She brought her face up to his as he reached to her cheek, unable to bear the thought that he'd offended her, hurt her in some way.
And that was when he realized. The look on her face, her eyes lowered and then raised and he knew it was true.
She was very turned on.
The sight of it stunned him.
She said nothing but only bit her bottom lip as it began to tremble. Those gorgeous eyes watered and he knew it was taking all of her willpower to hold her feelings inside.
It both thrilled him and terrified him.
"Hey..."
He didn't know what to say to her. How to react to this very different thing growing between them. He just knew he didn't want it to end and he knew he would never rush her but let her continue to come to him as she could.
And she would come to him. He knew that with a certainty now.
Pulling her forward, he enfolded her in his arms and just held her.
And she came, willingly. Her soft cheek against his chest was soft and he caressed her hair and just held her. Always.
After long moments, she pulled away and gave him a hopeful, watery smile.
"I'm tired Booth...I need to go home."
He nodded, understanding.
"Thanks...for the massage." He reached around and felt his back and grinned charmingly at her. "Your magic fingers are awesome."
She gave a light laugh and he felt a weight lift from his heart. "You're going to be sore in the morning. Drink a lot of water."
He nodded as she opened the door.
"You got it doc."
She scowled at him and his grin increased. "Night Bones. Drive carefully."
"Goodnight Booth." She turned and walked down the hallway as he watched her leave.
Then he gently closed the door and bolted it.
Turning, he let out a breath and walked over to his desk. Pulling his drawer open, he reached inside and picked up the book he'd left there earlier. Automatically flipping it over, he stared at that gorgeous expression once again on her face.
So that was what it felt like.
He gently placed the book back into the drawer and smiled to himself.
She was almost ready.
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Rating: T/ PG 13
Genre: Romance
Characters: Booth/Brennan
Status: In progress
Spoilers: Everything
Synopsis: Loosely related, Season 5 wish list scenes.
Author note: This one is longer but I've waited a long time for this scene. It is MINE. And I wanted my money's worth. : )
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Booth flopped down on his sofa, picked up his remote and clicked his television on. Clicking his way through the channels, he finally stopped when he got to channel 600 and began to backtrack. Why was there nothing worth watching on an HD cable package as large as he paid for? Not even an NBA game on and old boxing matches on ESPN classic.
Finally giving up, he stopped it on the Cartoon Network and then noticing The Family Guy was on, quickly changed it to Nickelodeon. At least Barbara Eden in that Genii costume wasn't bad on the eyes.
Sighing, he leaned back on his sofa and kicked his feet up on his coffee table. He should feel satisfied. Another successful wrap of another case. Another smarmy jackass behind bars. Nothing left but the paperwork for a couple of days. Yep, he should feel relaxed and content and yet...
Yet, he knew what was bothering him.
Now that the case was wrapped, he wouldn't see Bones.
He grimaced at his own pathetic musings. No doubt she wasn't sitting at her place wondering when she'd get to see him again. Bones didn't 'ponder' stuff that way. She probably was still at the office, driving forward, doing some overtime I.D. work or at home writing her next collegiate address or penning her newest novel.
At that thought, he glanced over toward the mahogany desk in his corner. In the bottom left drawer was her latest book.
He'd read it twice already and to be honest, and although he hadn't told her, it was her best yet in his opinion. No need to give her an even bigger head. She'd read the glowing reviews to him last week from her IPOD during some down time at lunch. And he'd tried not to give away too much as he'd listened but instead had sat there trying not to show too much pride in her accomplishment. He didn't want to give away what he was figuring out about her novels.
They were exponentially better than when he'd met her. And in his opinion, it had everything to do with heart. Hers. And how much of it she was willing to put in her books. Now, instead of just being so dry and clinical, the heroine showed some emotion and flaws. And she had finally began developing a personal relationship with the hero of the books. He had to admit, he really liked how Bones had allowed that to happen.
Really liked it.
So maybe he would read it again. She didn't have to know.
Sitting upright on the sofa, he came to his feet. As he did, he felt the twinge in his back again. Damn it, he was going to have to give in and head to the chiropractor. Reaching around, he tried to rub the spot at his lower back that was just out of his reach as he made his way to the desk. Pulling the drawer open, he reached in and retrieved the book. He immediately flipped it to the back where a full, color photo of his partner greeted his eyes.
He didn't know which photographer took the shot but whoever it was deserved a bonus. Bones looked gorgeous in it. Her chin was lowered and she was staring at the camera with those vivid blue eyes with a come hither look that said 'I want you bad'.
He continued to stare. No wonder men loved her books even more than women.
A surge of jealous pride sprang up within him. None of them could claim her as their partner though. He could.
Still...What would it feel like if she looked at him that way?
He thought of how different she'd been since his surgery. He had caught her watching him, even more than usual. With eyes that were more than clinical or assessing. She hadn't been looking at him with just intelligent thought or professional curiosity but with something else...something he was almost convinced he now wanted and yet didn't dare hope for quite yet.
Maybe...
A knock at his door broke his thoughts and his eyes left the book cover and swung toward the door.
He knew that knock.
Hating the rush of excitement that shot through him, he stuffed the book back in the drawer and shut it.
Making his way over, he swung the door open, trying to control the happy expression on his face.
Suddenly the eyes he'd just been staring into on the glossy photo where looking into his for real.
"Hey."
He smiled. "Hey."
"Can I come in?"
He stepped back to let her enter.
"You bet."
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She felt a bit awkward about just showing up like this again. She'd done it before a couple of time and told herself to stop. What if he had other company? Or maybe wanted some time to himself? Maybe he got tired of seeing her?
One minute she'd been sitting at home in front of her laptop and the next, she'd been behind the wheel of her car headed over to Booth's. She wasn't upset or confused about anything. The case was finished and she must say, she-and the team- had done quite an excellent job with the forensics work on this one.
So, why did she not have that sense of fulfillment and satisfaction she normally did whenever she had successfully completed her work?
It was almost like it wasn't finished...like there was something incomplete about it all. She felt a sense of...discontent. She had sat there on her sofa in front of a blinking cursor on her laptop and all she could think was that she wanted to see Booth. Talk to him. Figure...something out. He always helped her make sense of things and perhaps if she spent some more time with him whatever it was that had been bothering her could be solved and finally vanish.
She walked across into his living room and dropped her keys on his end table before looking up at his television. She watched the programming for a moment, her eyebrows knotted together in consternation and then she brought her finger up to point accusingly at it.
"Why is that American woman wearing a pink, ill-fitting, and historically inaccurate genii costume?"
Booth, who had followed behind her, didn't answer, but instead just reached for the remote to click the power off. Only Bones could look at Barbara Eden in that light.
"I had no idea you were interested in the Jinn mythos Booth. You know, in Islamic lore, the 'jinn' was thought to have the power to lead humans astray...and they were supposedly very strong...as a matter of fact-"
"I'm not interested in genies Bones." He cut her off before she could prattle off any more information he didn't care to know.
She looked over at him a bit confused. "Oh...I get it...it's part of that whole 'mindless' television viewing concept you were explaining to me again..." She looked pleased that she had remembered one of his 'social' lessons.
"Um, yeah...something like that."
They stared at each other a long moment neither wanting to be the first to mention that she had come over, uninvited, for no apparent reason.
Booth didn't care if she'd come over to borrow his toilet brush, he was just happy that she had come by.
Maybe...? Did she wanted to spend some downtime with him too?
Booth rubbed his hands together. "So, hey, Bones...Um, you want a beer?"
She nodded. "Sure." And he cut his eyes curiously at her.
"Everything O.K. Bones?"
She smiled. "Yeah, why?"
His smile broadened. "No reason."
He got the beer.
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"I could make it feel better for you Booth."
Her eyes remained on the television as she took another sip of her beer. She cut them slightly toward him but didn't turn her head to look at him.
Beside her, he twisted again and adjusted the throw pillow further downward.
He turned his head to look at her. "How do you know?"
She looked at him. "That your back is bothering you?" She inclined her head toward the pillow. "Other than the fact that you have moved that pillow a dozen times during the last twenty minutes, you were moving about today at the lab as if your inter-transverse area was inflamed. You really shouldn't have lifted that crate by yourself."
He didn't like remembering that he was getting older and he certainly didn't have the patience to let a simple crate get in their way of uncovering evidence during an investigation. "It had to be moved."
She didn't argue but seemingly understood his point.
He took another sip of his own beer. Leaning forward with another grimace, he put it on the coffee table and turned to look at her. "What do you mean you could make it better?"
Before she could answer, his eyes lit up and he brought his fingers out in front of him. "You mean with your magic finger thingy?"
She shook her head. "Not exactly Booth. But I am an expert on the skeletal system and know some massage techniques."
He remembered her showing a suspect one time just how 'expert' she was at hitting the right 'massage' spots. He laughed softly at the memory as she blinked.
"Why are you laughing?" She looked slightly offended. "You don't think I can make you feel better?"
He stopped chuckling and spoke seriously as he looked into the bottomless blue of her eyes. "Make me feel better Bones."
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She stretched her fingers and then wiggled them in a way he'd seen her do many times at the lab.
"I need some lotion and then I need you on a flat surface."
His mouth went dry at the imagery her innocent demand evoked.
"Hang on." He headed over to his kitchen where he kept some hand lotion and grabbed it. Returning, he handed it to her.
"Will this do?"
She glanced at it and nodded. "This is fine...now, for the flat surface..."
"I figured I could just lay on the sofa."
She shook her head. "No, it is too uneven. I need you as flat as possible."
A sudden image of her straddling him on his king-size bed popped into his mind unbidden. He swallowed hard as he watched her assess his apartment with her trademark intensity, biting her lip as she often did when concentrating.
"How about the floor?"
"The floor?"
She nodded. "We'll have to do it on the floor."
Dropping to her knees on the braided rug, she pushed his coffee table up against his sofa and made room on the rug, obviously waiting for him to join her.
Trying not to over think things, he dropped to his knees in front of her, faced her and waited. She pointed downward with her finger.
"I can't do it with you on your knees."
He grinned. "I'm actually pretty talented on my knees Bones."
It took her a moment and then she raised her eyebrows as she understood the innuendo.
"Booth, that was rather crude."
He turned on his knees until he was facing away from her. Over his shoulder, he tossed a rebuttal.
"Hey, you're the one ordering me around like a boy toy."
Narrowing her eyes behind him, she brought her body up against his back and leaned forward at his ear. "You have no idea what is about to happen do you?."
Booth felt himself completely freeze as her warmth breath teased his neck and ear. Good grief, she didn't need to play with fire like this. It had been a long time and just the thought of her hands roaming his back was almost enough to make him hard.
He wanted to see her face as she teased him but turning around right now and facing her would be dangerous given how he felt. So instead, he twisted his neck to smirk challengingly at her.
"Do your worst...Doctor."
Reaching downward, she caught the hem of his t-shirt in her hands and began to slowly tug it from his pants.
"Bones...?"
But she didn't stop. She reached around and caught it from the other side when it sprang free and pulled upward.
"Bones...what are you doing?" His mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
"I am taking your shirt off Booth."
Of course she was.
"Do you have to do that?" He flinched as her knuckles bumped against his abdomen.
"If you want a thorough massage."
Why did her voice have to sound so husky? And sexy?
"Um, yeah...O.K."
"Lift your arms."
He slowed his breathing and did as he was told. She was in charge and he'd given her the command and now he was about to come unhinged beneath her hands. Was he insane? Had he forgotten how it felt to have her breasts up against his back? Closing his eyes, he remembered and he wanted....
She tugged the shirt completely over his head and tossed it aside.
Behind him, her own senses were rioting. He had the most beautiful back she'd laid eyes on. She had never liked a male to look overdeveloped but she had to appreciate Booth's musculature as well as his bone structure. It was, to her critical eye, almost perfect. She wanted to stare and appreciate and for a moment, she let herself. And then she realized she was staring and felt ridiculous. She was acting as if she'd never seen a naked male before. She cleared her throat and forced her attention to the task.
"Lay flat Booth."
Putting her hand to the center of her back, she pushed him forward slightly and he forward to his stomach, as he caught himself on his arms. Behind him, held her breath a moment. She hadn't expected his skin to feel so warm and soft to her touch.
She breathed in a few times trying to remain completely clinical. Perhaps this hadn't been such a wise idea...
"Um, I need you to put your arms down by your side for now Booth."
He turned his head to the side. "Awww...Bones...you mean they get ignored?" He made a pout with his lower lip.
"You said your back was bothering you." She rubbed lotion between her hands.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean my other parts wouldn't enjoy some of the left-overs."
She smiled.
"Booth..."
"Yeah?"
"Shut-up."
He smiled.
" 'Kay Doc."
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A man could get used to this.
Her small hands were so warm and gentle and yet firm as they travelled first across his upper back between his shoulder blades and then slowly downward near his spine.
How did she do that?
He felt all the stress of the past week, the thoughts about the case, everything...just dissipate beneath her ministrations.
Wow. She was good.
No.
She was fantastic.
How could he have not asked for this...begged for this before now?
But she hadn't exactly offered either.
He grunted as she found the exact spot that had been aching and began to work the pain out with her fingers.
"Awww...god...awwww....."
"Too much?" She asked above him and paused her hands.
"No...Bones...too...good...Don't stop."
She smiled.
"I won't."
And she didn't want to stop. She was enjoying giving him what was obvious pleasure. She had never thought of a back massage as particularly pleasurable but rather just a means to an end. On occasion, she would go by the spa and there was a woman there who did a passable job for an amateur.
But this...with Booth...this was different.
She was actually enjoying it herself. The giving of this pleasure to him. Knowing that she had the power to make him feel this good.
And if his moans were any indication the last few minutes, he was getting pleasure from it.
Below her, he moaned again as she gave a deep massage to his deltoids. Continuing down his shoulders, she eased downward to his triceps muscles in his arms and sank her fingers into the thick muscle tissue there. She was amazed at the circumference of his upper arms. He was so strong. She thought of all the times those arms had held her and felt a trickle of physical awareness ease through her. How would those arms feel against her in bed? To be held down by them as he brought his powerful hips down to hers?
He groaned again as she continued her assault on his arms and she mentally chastised herself. Here he was in pain and she was thinking of sex. That somehow seemed wrong. She would be mortified if he were aware of her thoughts.
She would kill him.
If she knew his thoughts, she would jump up and run. And he wouldn't blame her.
He felt his groin stir again as her nails grazed his forearm.
Here she was, offering to be kind to him and ease his pain and all he could think was how he'd like to flip around and push his hips up toward hers as he lifted her over him.
When had he become such a dirty minded prick when it came to her? When had he stopped fighting it? Stopped forcing the sexual thoughts of her down into oblivion.
He knew and he wondered if she did too. He thought back to his time in the hospital when she'd been with him. He still couldn't believe it had all been a dream. He just knew he'd never be able to fight his feelings for her like he had prior to that again.
Did she think about it too? Something had changed her. Both of them since that time.
Suddenly, she stopped above him and he raised his head.
"I'll have to move around to reach your other side." Her voice was quiet and soft.
"Just sit on me." It came out before he thought. He just didn't want her to stop.
She said nothing for a moment and he raised his head again to turn his neck to look at her.
"Sit on you?" She looked at him as if he'd asked her to sprout wings and fly to Jupiter.
Damn. Now he'd made her feel weird. Determined to make it O.K., he raised up on his elbow and started to get up.
"Hey, don't worry about the other one, I didn't mean to..."
"Lie back down Booth." The order was quiet and the intensity with which she spoke stopped his movements cold and looked into her eyes. They were sparkling and beautiful. So beautiful.
With her hand, she gently shoved at his shoulder blades. He obeyed and eased back down flat.
"I don't want to hurt you so be still."
He felt her leg brush his rear and held his breath. And then he felt her leg muscles were on either side of his hips.
Oh. god.
She was straddling him. He closed his eyes and let the reality of that sink in.
She didn't move immediately but eased her weight back onto his large leg muscles.
Her weight was nothing on him but obviously she didn't know that.
"Am I too heavy?"
No. Aww, god no. Never.
The instant she asked the intense denial raced through his brain. He wanted her to put her back against his, to unbutton that pretty white blouse she wore, tear off her bra and put her full breasts against his heated skin.
"Um, no Bones...you're great. Fine...it's fine."
He felt her lean over his back and reach for the opposite arm and give it the same treatment she'd given the other one. As she did so, he no longer felt the massage but instead, felt her.
Her soft breasts pushed lightly into his back as she moved and he closed his eyes against the sensations knowing that and feeling that caused him.
He wanted sex with this woman. He wanted to turn over, pick her up and take her back into his bedroom and make love to her so completely that she had no doubt what was growing between them. He wanted to touch her so softly, so gently and so intensely that she couldn't speak her own name coherently and could only say his...over and over...
"Booth..."
Had she moaned his name?
Suddenly, the touching ceased and he felt her weight ease from his hips as she rose from him.
His eyes flitted open and he turned to see her fleeing toward his kitchen, her beer bottle in hand.
"Bones?"
When she didn't respond, he quickly scrambled to his own feet.
He walked over to where she was tossing her bottle in his trash.
"Bones? ...What's wrong?"
She turned without looking at him and headed over to his table to pick up her keys.
"It's late and I need to go. I'll see you in a couple of days."
Oh. Had he done something? Given away how turned on she'd made him?
He cursed himself for his own stupidity.
Why wouldn't she look at him? He panicked. He couldn't let her leave angry at him. He had to make it right between them. Had to ask for her forgiveness. Beg if that's what it took.
He caught her at his door and swung her around by the arm.
"Bones! Talk to me!"
She brought her face up to his as he reached to her cheek, unable to bear the thought that he'd offended her, hurt her in some way.
And that was when he realized. The look on her face, her eyes lowered and then raised and he knew it was true.
She was very turned on.
The sight of it stunned him.
She said nothing but only bit her bottom lip as it began to tremble. Those gorgeous eyes watered and he knew it was taking all of her willpower to hold her feelings inside.
It both thrilled him and terrified him.
"Hey..."
He didn't know what to say to her. How to react to this very different thing growing between them. He just knew he didn't want it to end and he knew he would never rush her but let her continue to come to him as she could.
And she would come to him. He knew that with a certainty now.
Pulling her forward, he enfolded her in his arms and just held her.
And she came, willingly. Her soft cheek against his chest was soft and he caressed her hair and just held her. Always.
After long moments, she pulled away and gave him a hopeful, watery smile.
"I'm tired Booth...I need to go home."
He nodded, understanding.
"Thanks...for the massage." He reached around and felt his back and grinned charmingly at her. "Your magic fingers are awesome."
She gave a light laugh and he felt a weight lift from his heart. "You're going to be sore in the morning. Drink a lot of water."
He nodded as she opened the door.
"You got it doc."
She scowled at him and his grin increased. "Night Bones. Drive carefully."
"Goodnight Booth." She turned and walked down the hallway as he watched her leave.
Then he gently closed the door and bolted it.
Turning, he let out a breath and walked over to his desk. Pulling his drawer open, he reached inside and picked up the book he'd left there earlier. Automatically flipping it over, he stared at that gorgeous expression once again on her face.
So that was what it felt like.
He gently placed the book back into the drawer and smiled to himself.
She was almost ready.
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