Bones: Escapades (4/8)
Title: Escapades (4/8)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She knew the moment she laid her eyes on him that he had the same thoughts she had on her mind
Word count:5,915
Prompts: a jacket/coat, something purple, and a cold beverage of some sort, place: Dupont Circle (prompts by crearealidad)
Chapter 4: Under the tree
She entered her office in a rush, holding a couple of files in her hands and not really paying attention to her surroundings.
Only when she sat at her desk she noticed him, half sitting, half lying on her couch; either way he was feeling too comfortable for his own good.
“Booth! What are you doing here?” she said, trying to sound annoyed, but not really. She really liked his mid-morning visits, even if that meant she would get late on her file-filling task.
“I have a new case for you. I think you’ll like this one,” he said, as if he were announcing he had bought her a car.
Her lips curved in a soft smile when he said that. She probably didn’t notice, but her face changed at the possibility of a new intriguing enigma for her mind to work on.
“What is it?”
“Come here and I’ll show you the file.”
Brennan stood up with a jolt and moved to the couch, sitting next to him. She always told herself that the rush of adrenaline she felt when he visited mid-morning was because of the possibility of a new case - which always seemed to be the reason for his mid-morning visits. Booth would arrive at the FBI office and find a new case and, then, head to the Jeffersonian to fill her in the information. She always told herself that, but perhaps she should reconsider it because she felt the same rush of adrenaline in other situations involving him.
Like having lunch, escaping from work briefly and rushing to her place or his; like meeting at the diner, where she knew the food would be anything but nutritional, but she would go nonetheless to meet him; like sharing takeout food at the lounge, while discussing a case and eventually their conversation would drift to other subjects, some way or another, always ending up in sex talk, whispered between naughty smiles and meaningful glares. One way or another, it would always lead to kissing or groping or even having sex, depending on where they were.
Brennan didn’t know exactly how that happened, but she knew it would just take a look or touch from him and she’d be gone, abiding by her hormones. He had this power over her, not only would he convince her that it wasn’t a problem, but he would leave her always wanting for more.
She learned to love it. And crave their mid-morning dates.
And as she sat by his side on the couch, she knew what would happen.
“A body was found in an old warehouse and they need your skills to identify it,” he said, looking at her lips.
“They do?” she replied, her gaze travelling from his lips to his chest.
“Yes...” now his hand, which had been on his belt, moved to her hand, grasping it. “So, how is your day going?”
“Very nicely. Busy,” she leaned in closer to him as if she was about to tell him a juicy secret, smiling soflty, “We have some remains from a newly-discovered archeological site in New Mexico to identify.”
“You do, uh?”
“Yeah, it’s been a busy morning.”
“So, I should let you get back to work, then, you probably don’t have the time for my case.”
“Of course I do, just fill me in.”
“You want me to fill you in, uh?” he said, mischievously
“Yes, otherwise how can I...” she then realized, as he started chuckling, the underlying dirty meaning of his words. “Booth, you’re so dirty sometimes.”
“I know. But you love that about me, Bones,” and with that he pulled her closer to him, kissing her on the lips. He tasted of the two cups of coffee he already had that morning and she sighed opening her mouth and allowing the kiss to go further and their tongues meet.
Whenever they kissed, she couldn’t stop her mind from racing with different thoughts, even though they were somewhat disconnected. He made her blood race through her body in warm waves everywhere his hand decided to touch her and the eager delving of his tongue in her mouth, searching for her tongue, dueling with hers, made her feel like melting under his touch. They kissed like they bickered: one would never let the argument fade, always firing back a new reply, a new argument to keep the discussion alive.
She honestly didn’t realize when he pushed her back against the couch, in a semi-lying down position, somewhat hidden by the back of the couch from the occasional curious stares through the glass windows. She didn’t want to advertise their relationship around, but she had decided they wouldn’t hide it either. Let people guess what was going on, she thought. And he would proudly admit he was dating that beautiful, beautiful partner of his.
Certainly there would no longer be a need for guessing once Angela told everyone what she was witnessing.
“Oh, my god, guys, get a room!” she exclaimed, amused, as she stood in Brennan’s office, looking down at them.
Instead of sitting up in a hurry and moving away from Brennan, trying to find any lame random excuse he could think of, Booth parted the kiss and turned to Angela.
“I hope you’re going to say something real important, Angela.”
Brennan pushed him away from her, making him sit at once. She suddenly blushed, her cheeks turning the same shade of red her swollen lips were.
“What is it, Ange? Did you get the facial reconstructions I asked for?”
Angela looked at them, grinning.
“Yeah, I came by to show you. Ok, since when has this been going on with the two of you?”
“Define ‘this’,” Booth said, sarcastically.
“Groping like two horny teenagers,” she laughed “Not that I mind it, you really needed that and I’m glad you finally got laid, but... why didn’t you tell me, Bren?”
Brennan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and tried to clear her mind.
“We just decided to let people know about it, Ange.”
“I’m not people, I’m your friend.”
“And as a friend, Angela, why don’t you leave us finish what you interrupted, uh?” he said, smiling sarcastically.
“Cool off, G-man. I’m the first one to push you to into doing it, but right now I want to know how you got into it. Now, shoo, lemme talk to Bren.”
“Are you going to talk about too intimate details that would embarass me?” he asked, worried.
“Of course we won’t!” said Brennan.
“Of course we will!” said Angela.
Booth stood up, straightening his wrinkled jacket and looked at Angela, who was grinning by now. He cleared his throat, looking miserable.
“I think I’ll leave you girls talk, I’ll come back later.”
“Booth, what about the case?” she asked, standing up as well.
“Don’t worry, we still have to wait on the guy to call me back to let me know when we can have access to the murder site. See you in a while, Bones,” and he leaned in for a quick peck on her lips, then rushed out of the room.
Brennan frowned, as Angela, who was eager for details, pulled her back down on the couch.
“I don’t know what got into him...” she mused, slightly confused.
“Nevermind, Bren, I want to know what happened!”
“What happened when?”
Angela glared Brennan in disbelief.
“Uh, since you and Agent Hot Pants got together.”
“Oh, that...” she smiled, somewhat shy. “Well, I don’t know exactly, we went on a double date with Dr Sweets and then it seemed natural that we should do that again. Before I realized, we were kissing.”
“Where did you go?”
“To a ballroom dance class.”
Angela let out a laughter.
“Really?”
“Yeah, why is that so amuzing?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds fun. Sorry I laughed. And then, did you you sleep together? Oh, and what about the sex? Is it mind-blowing?”
“Yes, we did. And the sex is wonderful. Sometimes we can’t even leave the bed for an entire day,” Brennan smiled.
“Sound like me and Jack.”
“And some times... we can’t even manage to find a bed.”
“Really? I would never peg Agent Booth as an adventurer...”
“You will never guess where we had sex last week.”
“Where?”
“Do you know the Dupont Circle?”
“Sure!”
“So, last week we got stuck in a traffic jam...”
It was rush hour and it was very hot, so I told him to take the way under the Circle and, of course, he didn’t listen to me. We got stuck in a traffic jam.
“Shit!” he cursed, as the cars stopped in front of us. I just glanced at him and nodded my head.
“I told you to go the other way.”
“This never gets stuck, There must be some kind of accident.”
“If you had taken the other way, chances are the road was clearer. Apparently, every driver in DC decided to take this way today.”
He tapped his fingers to the steering wheel, obviously nervous…
“He has wonderful hands have you ever noticed? His palms are the appropriate size for his height and he has long fingers; I’m sure his phalanges...”
“Bren, not the point here. Get back to the part where you were stuck in the car.”
“So, we were stuck for at least ten minutes before he got restless. He was hungry, that’s why, he gets aggravated when he’s lacking food…”
“Do you have any kit-kats in your bag?” Booth asked.
“Why would I have kit-kats?”
“Because they’re candy and they taste good?”
“They’re over-sugary candies that not only are bad for your health but they’re also bad for your teeth.”
“Jeez, grandma, I got it. So, have you got any edibles in that huge bag of yours?”
“No, weren’t we supposed to eat out? Why would I have something in my bag?”
“In case you face an emergency like this?”
“Oh, you mean getting stuck in a traffic jam under the Dupont Circle? That wouldnt happen, Booth, because I never go this way.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. Without another word, he started fumbling at the dashboard until he removed a pack of candies out of nowhere.
“A-ha!”
“What’s that?”
“A pack of Mentos,” he said, proudly waiving the purple candies in front of me. Booth opened the pack eagerly and stuffed his mouth with those tiny candies, eating them happily. He smiled at me, looking a lot like Parker, if I must say.
“That’ll spoil your appetite, Booth.”
“Nothing can spoil my appetite. And you should try one, these are really good!”
I eyed him suspiciously and noticed his lips were slightly purple.
“Not only this is unhealthy, but also this is bad quality colourant. Your tongue is purple!”
He chuckled, chewing another batch of candies.
“Try one, Bones, this is good,” he said, holding out a candy bewteen his fingers for me. I accepted it, my lips closing around his fingers and felt the sweet and grape-like taste of the candy dissolving in my tongue, chewing it.
“That is good.”
“Would you like another one?”
“No, thank you.”
“What about a Booth-flavored Menthos?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows in a boyish manner. That made me laugh, nodding my head and I allowed him to pull me against him for a kiss, tasting his grape-flavored mouth, his tongue slightly cold from the candy rubbing against mine…
“We just sat there, kissing, for quite a while we were stuck in traffic. It was nearly half an hour. There’s just something about him, Ange, that makes me lose all track of time, of reality, of anything that’s logical… We can easily spend hours doing nothing useful, just talking or kissing. Or making love.”
“Making love?” Angela asked playfully.
Brennan looked down at her hands, feeling awkward for the first time in a really long time.
“Once he tried to explain the difference between having sex and making love and he has a very nice argument to support it. He says that while having sex is mostly physical, when they make love two people strive to break the laws of physics by trying to become one, that’s making love. The whole point of it is getting so close to someone else that you don’t know anymore where you end and the other begins. Have you ever felt something like that?
Angela looked as excited as she could be, nearly squealing.
“Ok. That’s a really sweet thing for him to say, I totally get what he means.
Brennan smiled again.
“So, you guys made it in the car or something?”
“No. We did kiss for quite some time but he was really hungry...”
His stomach made a loud noise and that was something really funny. I parted the kiss to laugh.
“I’m hungry, Bones, don’t you laugh at my pitiful situation!”
“If you had listened to me when I told you to take the underground pass, we wouldn’t have gotten stuck here.”
He shifted nervously on his seat, looking miserable. Booth seemed to think for some seconds and, all of a sudden, he swerved over the curb and onto the sidewalk, so he driving backwards on it, driving away from the stuck cars.
“Booth! Have you lost your mind?” I exclaimed, appaled by what he was doing.
“I’ll die of starvation if we stay here any longer,” he said, very serious, driving backwards
He drove until we were out of the traffic jam and he drove the opposite way, around the Dupont Circle.
“What are you doing, Booth?”
“I’m looking for a place for us to eat. Aren’t you starving?”
When he finally found one of those hot dog traillers, he parked the car under some trees, on an alley nearby.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said as he hopped out of the car.
“Booth?”
“Come on, Bones!” he called me from the outside, heading to the hot dog trailler…
“Does he usually act crazy like this?” Angela asked.
“Like I said, only when he is hungry. Or too stressed. That’s the craziest thing I’ve seen him doing, other than shooting a clown.”
“I think that’ll always take the cake.”
“No, it was an ice cream truck and he didn’t take any cake.”
“I mean that it was the craziest thing he’ll ever do, Bren. Now, you guys went to the hot dog truck and then…?”
He had a huge hot dog of his own and half of mine. We walked a few meters into the bushes to find a bench for us to sit and eat and ate in silence. His mood changed completely once he wasn’t hungry anymore.
“That was a really good one,” he said, rubbing his stomach.
“That was absolutely unhealthy. One of these days you’re gonna get sick because of these crap you eat.”
“Nah, my stomach is a warrior,” and he chuckled.
There is something adorable about him, when he’s sitting relaxed, without his jacket and his tie hanging loose around his neck. He looked at ease and I couldn’t help but smile at him. I only noticed I was gazing dumbly at him when he pointed that out.
“What?” he asked, playfully.
“You amaze me, did you know that?”
“Is that why you’re gazing at me, Bones?”
“I wasn’t gazing at you, I was just studying your features.”
Booth cocked an eyebrow and put an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him in an embrace. Even though it was a warm night, I enjoyed the feeling of being in his embrace, the warmth of his skin, along with the musky scent of his cologne and his own scent as he pulled me close to his chest. Turning his head slightly, he planted a kiss on top of my head and nuzzled my hair.
“I like this better than the restaurant,” I said, after a long pause, where we stood silently holding each other.
“And yet you complained about getting stuck in a traffic jam. You see, Bones, it was all part of my plot.”
I sat up straight, turning to look at his face. He’d say anything so he won’t have to accept defeat, I swear. He started laughing and once again wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close for a kiss. I could feel the faint taste of the hot dogs in his mouth and the sweetness of his own taste when his tongue found mine and he watched me with open eyes.
I don’t know how to put it, I don’t even know if I can explain it, but whenever we’re kissing I seem to lose track of time and space. Sometimes I just feel like closing my eyes and revel into the delights of it; sometimes I want to study it, the way his eyes watch me and the roughness of his tongue or the texture of his mouth. Or, even, the slow rush of warmth it sends through my body. It’s complicated, I don’t know how to explain it quite yet because I need more empirical evidence. Hence we spend so much time kissing and making love. Or having sex. You see what I mean, I don’t know what happens to me, I just lose all the eloquency and the ability to be detached. Except I don’t want to be detached because that would mean analyzing everything we do together and then I wouldn’t be enjoying it that much.
“Bren, sweetie, you think too much, I’ve told you that. Don’t try explaining it to me, just go with it. Haven’t I taught you anything?”
“Well, I... anyway. We sat there, kissing for some time.”
“Just kissing, uh?” Angela teased her friend, who seemed to blush just a bit. She was loving seeing Brennan so bashful about something.
“As I said, it was a public space. We occasionally parted to breathe, of course...”
“You know, I really wanted some dessert,” he said, lips red and swollen from the kissing.
“You can get some muffins with the hot dog salesman.”
“I want ice cream. Do you remember last week’s ice cream parlor?”
“Yes. Do you want to go there?”
“Yeah.”
I stood up and reached out my hand for him to hold.
“Let’s go, then.”
Instead of holding my hand, he just looked up at me, a half-smile on his lips. I don’t think Booth is that hard for me to read anymore, but I honestly don’t know what goes on in his mind sometimes, especially at that particular moment. He sat still, looking from my extended hand to my face and suddenly he was chuckling.
“Oh, God...” instead of reaching for my hand, he held my hips with both hands and pulled me closer to him, tilting his head up so his chin touched my belly “do you know what I just realized?”
“That you want ice cream?”
“No,” he said, nuzzling my belly button through my blouse and clutching my belt buckle now. He stopped to look up at me again, not a hint of laughter in his voice as he said, “I’m in love with you, Temperance.”
“He said it?” Angela interrupted. “Oh, gosh, sweetie, I knew he was head over heels with you!”
“I was taken aback, actually.”
“What did you tell him? Did you finally admit to him that you are about as crazy for him as he is for you?”
“I froze, Ange, I didn’t know exactly what to say. I honestly spent a long time afterwards thinking about what he meant with that and the implications of it. He said he is in love with me. He said it seriously, really meaning that and I know that I care for him very much. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to say that I loved him too just because he said it first. I want to feel sure about it, I want the words to come out at the right moment, when I’m fully aware of what I feel and when I had understood all these words mean to me.”
“Stop anyalizing everything, Brennan. You can’t get all science when you’re talking about love. The guy just gushed out his feelings for you and you wanted to analyze it?”
“I have to, Ange, I can’t avoid it. I had to think about what he said.”
“Ok,” she replied, pondering on her friend’s words “He said he loved you and you froze. And then, what happened?”
My hands moved to his hair for a brief moment and then to his cheeks, caressing him. I’m glad he was holding me against him because otherwise I could have fallen, for I suddenly felt light-headed.
“Booth...” I said, trying to find words to form a coherent speech, but couldn’t. I could only blink back some tears that were prickling my eyes.
“I just wanted you to know that, I hope I didn’t scare you.”
His voice and features were serene as he spoke and he leaned to press a kiss to my belly through my blouse, his mouth lingering hot to the thin fabric and I could feel the warmness of his lips against my skin. I couldn’t pull my eyes off him not even when he pulled me tenderly and I tumbled onto his lap, resting on his leg.
His right hand moved to my cheek, caressing me lightly with his knuckles and moving to touch my hair. I usually melt in his hands whenever he caresses my hair but at that moment I could only stare at him, open-mouthed, as I tried to say something.
“Bones? Why are you...” I silenced him with a fierce kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding him tight against my body. At that very moment I didn’t want to ever let him go and I felt that if I did I wouldn’t be able to live with this fact. Does that make any sense whatsoever?
“I’ll think about it, Booth,” I said, finally parting the kiss.
“Of course you will,” he said laughing out loud.
“Don’t laugh, I need to think and understand what that means.”
“I can tell you what that means. It means that I love you and that you are the world to me.”
“I am?” at this point I couldn’t help grinning. Within seconds he got me feeling like a teenage girl and I just couldn’t tame this weird feeling.
“Yes, you are,” he responded, placing a soft kiss on my lips and moving down to my jaw and my chin, descending until his warm lips met my throat, brushing lightly against my skin. His hands, which had been holding my waist, moved up slightly and one of them found the curve of my breast, caressing its underside, sending goosebumps through my body and I gasped.
“Booth, stop it!”
“Sorry, I can’t. My hands were made to touch these gorgeous breasts of yours. Have you ever noticed that they fit perfectly on my hands?” he whispered that against my skin and while his thumb boldly moved to tease my nipple. I pushed his hand away.
“Isn’t he a big teaser?” Angela interrupted again.
“He is and he likes being such. So, I stood up, looking down at him...”
“Let’s go find you some dessert, Booth, I’m sure the traffic is better by now.”
Once again, instead of standing up he looked up at me, a devious smile playing on his lips and I could see the wheels working on his brain as an idea was getting formed. His gaze traveled from my face, my lips, to my breasts and I felt my nipples getting hard under his questioning stare.
“You’re horny, aren’t you?”
“I just want to go home and take a shower, Booth. Let’s go, come on.”
He finally stood up and next to me, bumping againt me, taking hold of my hand. Booth had a crooked smile on his lips and I knew that I should worry about that.
We walked for a minute until we came across a huge tree, hidden in the darkness and distant from the movement of people walking by the main passage and the hot dog trailler. Without a further word, he pushed me against the trunk and kissed me hungrily, nearly devouring my lips, his hands roaming aimessly over my body until they found my breasts, cupping them against his palms and making me moan.
He moved one and down and found the buckle of my belt, undoing it fastly and opening the fly of my pants. I tried pushing his hand away but he didn’t stop.
“I have to see it, Bones, I want to know that you’re horny.”
“Not the point there, Booth,” I tried reasoning with him, but at this point his hand had slipped under the hem of my pants and past my groin, finding the wetness that had gathered between my legs. I gasped for air as he touched me, unabashedly rubbing his fingers over my folds and getting them coated with my juices.
“I knew it. You’re so into these public displays of affection,” he said, rubbing me harder, from my folds to my clit. I couldn’t hold back a moan for his touch sent an electric jolt through my body.
He then pushed two fingers into me, teasing me from inside, while he looked down at me, the devious smile still on his face. His fingers felt so good on me that I nearly lost it, I clutched his dress shirt at his shoulder, holding on to him, and my eyes fluttered shut as he stroked me, bringing me so close to the verge of orgasming so fast I couldnt even breathe anymore.
“You guys are so naughty! Against the tree?”
Brennan let out a breathless laughter. Remembering that night, in particular, made her feel slightly light-headed and warm.
“As I told you, sometimes we can’t help it.”
“He’s that good, uh?”
“You know, I‘ve had some wonderful sex partners, partners that, in time, learned how to touch me the best way so I could orgasm, but Booth seemed to know what he was doing intuitively, I must say. That day, in particular, I don’t know if it was the whole setting, of being on such a public place where we could be easily heard or seen by anyone who walked past that tree, or the fact that we had been sharing innuendoes the whole day, but he just touched me for a couple minutes before I felt the orgasm reaching me more intensely and faster than I’ve remembered it happening before. Soon I was buckling and quivering on his fingers, crying into his mouth to keep from being too loud...”
My whole body was humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm in a delightful numbing manner.
“Bones?” he whispered in my ear after some time. I guess I was just preoccupied with regaining my breath. “are you okay?”
His hand cupped my cheek, making me look at him.
“Yes, I’m just... oh, god, Booth!”
Booth laughed, zipping back my pants and belt buckle into place.
“Let’s go, we can continue it at home,” he said, pulling me by the hand and stepping out of the shadow of the tree.
I tugged him back to his place.
“Not so fast. You didn’t get your dessert.”
“I know, let’s stop by the ice cream parlor for some of those minty cartons to go.”
It was my turn to smile deviously at him. I pushed him to the tree and his back hit the trunk, making him huff. Then I started kissing his neck and palming his chest, all the way down to his stomach, rubbing it right over his belly button. He has amazing abs and they feel wonderful to touch. The time we had spent together had taught me that that area is very sensitive to him, especially the area right below his navel and when I touched him there he jerked slightly, buckling against me. He didn’t say a word, probably fully aware now of my intentions.
Well, if he wasn’t, he realized it when I got down on my knees on the soft grass under us. I held him by his belt, teasing him just the opposite of what he had done. Usually I like to take the time to explore his skin, touch him and experiment what turns him on. Pushing up his dress shirt up a little, I could see his flesh, covered by the thin line of hair just below his belly button and traced my tongue over it, moving up to his navel. He squirmed under my tongue, his hands moving immediately to my hair.
I usually hated when a man tugged at my hair while I performed oral sex on him, but Booth doesn’t seem to do it as if to guide me or command me. Whenever he touches my hair, especially like this, it triggers something in me that has nothing to do with arousal, although his reactions at that moment were sending a new rush of wetness to my core.
I undid the buckle and unbuttoned his pants, looking up at him.
“You’re so beautiful, did you know that?” he said.
“No, you’re beautiful, Booth. I love every little thing about you. This stomach muscles,” I said and planted a kiss on him to emphazise my words “I love how aroused you get for me and how you look at me, it makes me feel so special. I love that.”
As I talked to him I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around it, rubbing him slowly. Booth moaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head backwards, making contact with the trunk of the tree. It’s a beautiful sight; how he surrenders freely to me, allows me complete control over him.
My other hand touched his testicles, rolling them slightly on my fingers, testing their weight as I started rubbing my palm over his tip, feeling his penis grow harder in my hands. I leaned to trace my tongue over his length and felt his hands moving to grab handfuls of my hair, so it wouldn’t cover my face.
Booth groaned, buckling harder against me as I swirled over his tip, flicking my tongue over his slit. Opening my mouth further, I pulled him just slightly between my lips, sucking at him.
“Yes, Bones... like that, don’t stop...” he moaned, closing his eyes and tightening his grasp on me.
I sucked him harder, still fisting and teasing him, then pulled him fully into my mouth. Well, as much as I could.
Angela interrupted Brennan’s narration.
“Bren, I’ve gotta know, is he… you know?” Angela waves her hand towards her lap, trying to indicate her question.
“Is he what?”
“Is Booth big?”
“He is not freakish huge, he’s just a bit bigger than the average. He has a wonderful penis, I must add, for it is thick and beautiful too,” she answered, lowering her voice as if she were telling a secret.
“Lucky girl!”
Brennan smiled and bit her lip. She never had any restraints of telling her friend anything about her sex life, most of the time they would sit and discuss details and exchange experiences. But, still, talking about Booth made her feel suddenly bashful and flushed.
“Yes. I really enjoy performing oral sex on him. I must admit that the thrill of being at a public place excites me...”
I could hear his harsh breathing coming out in pants as I sucked him even harder into my mouth, applying gentle pressure to his testicles. He let out a strangled groan, buckling again into my mouth and quivering. I could feel him tensing up and I knew he was already so close.
“Oh shit, Bones... I’m gonna come...” he warned me. I sucked him faster, making slurping sounds that echoed in the night along with his pants and grunts and the restrained thrusts of his hips became faster. Within seconds he came into my mouth in hot shots and I sucked him until it stopped and he felt limp in my hands.
The flush spread across his face and he had leaned full against the tree, finding support there. I smiled up at him, hiding his penis in his underwear and zipping back his pants and belt.
“You taste so good, Booth. I could go down on you over and over again,” I whispered to his ear, standing up and leaning against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, caressing my back.
I pressed my wet lips to the heated flesh of his neck, nibbling slightly at his skin, enjoying the texture of his stubble against my lips.
“God, Bones, you’ll make me hard again, stop it,” he said, coarsely, tugging at my hair and making me look at him.
“Good,” I replied, smiling wickedly again “Because we’re not done here yet.”
I pulled him for a kiss and sighed into his mouth, closing my eyes. He pulled harder at my hair, wrapping it around his fist, deepening the kiss.
When my hands moved down to caress his chest, he took hold of them and pulled out from the kiss.
“No, Bones, stop it.”
But he did got me aroused once again. I honestly could give him another blowjob so that he’d have sex with me against that tree. I cupped him through his pants and he pushed my hand away, disentangling himself from my touch.
“Come on, we should get going,” he said, from a safe distant, looking slightly worried. “Hey, ice cream, remember?” he said, reaching out his hand to hold mine and pulling me close again.
And I reached out my hand for him to hold. He smiled broadly, lacing his fingers with mine, and we walked to the car.
Angela had a huge smile on her face.
“Wow, Bren... just... wow!”
She smiled sheepishly, a slow flush spreading her face. Brennan didn’t feel embarassment but something else, she felt oddly proud for her little escapade, once again.
Before she could say anything else, Booth entered her office holding a cold can of soda and both women smiled at him.
“Bones, let’s go, the guy in charge... why are you looking at me like that?”
Angela and Brennan glanced at each other and burst out in laughter, making Booth utterly uncomfortable.
“Should I be worried? Because I am really worried now.”
Getting herself under control again, Brennan shook her head and stood up, stopping in front of him and put her arms on her waist.
“So, what about the case?”
“I came back to get you for us to go. What’s going on here? What were you talking when I arrived?”
Angela stood up, still smiling deviously and leaned towards him.
“Dupont Circle? Hot!”
She enjoyed seeing him turning various shades of red before he started coughing, nervous, and left them by themselves.
Angela walked towards her office but stopped halfway to look back at the couple from the glass windows. Brennan was rubbing Booth’s arm, trying to soothe him, while he frowned and replied something to her. She then leaned closer to him to plant a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back to stare at him again. That really seemed to calm him down and Angela chuckled lightly. Within moments later, they rushed out of the office, heading towards the exit, now back into work mode.
Those two would be fine, she smiled to herself.
END
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: none
Rating: NC-17
Summary: She knew the moment she laid her eyes on him that he had the same thoughts she had on her mind
Word count:5,915
Prompts: a jacket/coat, something purple, and a cold beverage of some sort, place: Dupont Circle (prompts by crearealidad)
Chapter 4: Under the tree
She entered her office in a rush, holding a couple of files in her hands and not really paying attention to her surroundings.
Only when she sat at her desk she noticed him, half sitting, half lying on her couch; either way he was feeling too comfortable for his own good.
“Booth! What are you doing here?” she said, trying to sound annoyed, but not really. She really liked his mid-morning visits, even if that meant she would get late on her file-filling task.
“I have a new case for you. I think you’ll like this one,” he said, as if he were announcing he had bought her a car.
Her lips curved in a soft smile when he said that. She probably didn’t notice, but her face changed at the possibility of a new intriguing enigma for her mind to work on.
“What is it?”
“Come here and I’ll show you the file.”
Brennan stood up with a jolt and moved to the couch, sitting next to him. She always told herself that the rush of adrenaline she felt when he visited mid-morning was because of the possibility of a new case - which always seemed to be the reason for his mid-morning visits. Booth would arrive at the FBI office and find a new case and, then, head to the Jeffersonian to fill her in the information. She always told herself that, but perhaps she should reconsider it because she felt the same rush of adrenaline in other situations involving him.
Like having lunch, escaping from work briefly and rushing to her place or his; like meeting at the diner, where she knew the food would be anything but nutritional, but she would go nonetheless to meet him; like sharing takeout food at the lounge, while discussing a case and eventually their conversation would drift to other subjects, some way or another, always ending up in sex talk, whispered between naughty smiles and meaningful glares. One way or another, it would always lead to kissing or groping or even having sex, depending on where they were.
Brennan didn’t know exactly how that happened, but she knew it would just take a look or touch from him and she’d be gone, abiding by her hormones. He had this power over her, not only would he convince her that it wasn’t a problem, but he would leave her always wanting for more.
She learned to love it. And crave their mid-morning dates.
And as she sat by his side on the couch, she knew what would happen.
“A body was found in an old warehouse and they need your skills to identify it,” he said, looking at her lips.
“They do?” she replied, her gaze travelling from his lips to his chest.
“Yes...” now his hand, which had been on his belt, moved to her hand, grasping it. “So, how is your day going?”
“Very nicely. Busy,” she leaned in closer to him as if she was about to tell him a juicy secret, smiling soflty, “We have some remains from a newly-discovered archeological site in New Mexico to identify.”
“You do, uh?”
“Yeah, it’s been a busy morning.”
“So, I should let you get back to work, then, you probably don’t have the time for my case.”
“Of course I do, just fill me in.”
“You want me to fill you in, uh?” he said, mischievously
“Yes, otherwise how can I...” she then realized, as he started chuckling, the underlying dirty meaning of his words. “Booth, you’re so dirty sometimes.”
“I know. But you love that about me, Bones,” and with that he pulled her closer to him, kissing her on the lips. He tasted of the two cups of coffee he already had that morning and she sighed opening her mouth and allowing the kiss to go further and their tongues meet.
Whenever they kissed, she couldn’t stop her mind from racing with different thoughts, even though they were somewhat disconnected. He made her blood race through her body in warm waves everywhere his hand decided to touch her and the eager delving of his tongue in her mouth, searching for her tongue, dueling with hers, made her feel like melting under his touch. They kissed like they bickered: one would never let the argument fade, always firing back a new reply, a new argument to keep the discussion alive.
She honestly didn’t realize when he pushed her back against the couch, in a semi-lying down position, somewhat hidden by the back of the couch from the occasional curious stares through the glass windows. She didn’t want to advertise their relationship around, but she had decided they wouldn’t hide it either. Let people guess what was going on, she thought. And he would proudly admit he was dating that beautiful, beautiful partner of his.
Certainly there would no longer be a need for guessing once Angela told everyone what she was witnessing.
“Oh, my god, guys, get a room!” she exclaimed, amused, as she stood in Brennan’s office, looking down at them.
Instead of sitting up in a hurry and moving away from Brennan, trying to find any lame random excuse he could think of, Booth parted the kiss and turned to Angela.
“I hope you’re going to say something real important, Angela.”
Brennan pushed him away from her, making him sit at once. She suddenly blushed, her cheeks turning the same shade of red her swollen lips were.
“What is it, Ange? Did you get the facial reconstructions I asked for?”
Angela looked at them, grinning.
“Yeah, I came by to show you. Ok, since when has this been going on with the two of you?”
“Define ‘this’,” Booth said, sarcastically.
“Groping like two horny teenagers,” she laughed “Not that I mind it, you really needed that and I’m glad you finally got laid, but... why didn’t you tell me, Bren?”
Brennan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and tried to clear her mind.
“We just decided to let people know about it, Ange.”
“I’m not people, I’m your friend.”
“And as a friend, Angela, why don’t you leave us finish what you interrupted, uh?” he said, smiling sarcastically.
“Cool off, G-man. I’m the first one to push you to into doing it, but right now I want to know how you got into it. Now, shoo, lemme talk to Bren.”
“Are you going to talk about too intimate details that would embarass me?” he asked, worried.
“Of course we won’t!” said Brennan.
“Of course we will!” said Angela.
Booth stood up, straightening his wrinkled jacket and looked at Angela, who was grinning by now. He cleared his throat, looking miserable.
“I think I’ll leave you girls talk, I’ll come back later.”
“Booth, what about the case?” she asked, standing up as well.
“Don’t worry, we still have to wait on the guy to call me back to let me know when we can have access to the murder site. See you in a while, Bones,” and he leaned in for a quick peck on her lips, then rushed out of the room.
Brennan frowned, as Angela, who was eager for details, pulled her back down on the couch.
“I don’t know what got into him...” she mused, slightly confused.
“Nevermind, Bren, I want to know what happened!”
“What happened when?”
Angela glared Brennan in disbelief.
“Uh, since you and Agent Hot Pants got together.”
“Oh, that...” she smiled, somewhat shy. “Well, I don’t know exactly, we went on a double date with Dr Sweets and then it seemed natural that we should do that again. Before I realized, we were kissing.”
“Where did you go?”
“To a ballroom dance class.”
Angela let out a laughter.
“Really?”
“Yeah, why is that so amuzing?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds fun. Sorry I laughed. And then, did you you sleep together? Oh, and what about the sex? Is it mind-blowing?”
“Yes, we did. And the sex is wonderful. Sometimes we can’t even leave the bed for an entire day,” Brennan smiled.
“Sound like me and Jack.”
“And some times... we can’t even manage to find a bed.”
“Really? I would never peg Agent Booth as an adventurer...”
“You will never guess where we had sex last week.”
“Where?”
“Do you know the Dupont Circle?”
“Sure!”
“So, last week we got stuck in a traffic jam...”
It was rush hour and it was very hot, so I told him to take the way under the Circle and, of course, he didn’t listen to me. We got stuck in a traffic jam.
“Shit!” he cursed, as the cars stopped in front of us. I just glanced at him and nodded my head.
“I told you to go the other way.”
“This never gets stuck, There must be some kind of accident.”
“If you had taken the other way, chances are the road was clearer. Apparently, every driver in DC decided to take this way today.”
He tapped his fingers to the steering wheel, obviously nervous…
“He has wonderful hands have you ever noticed? His palms are the appropriate size for his height and he has long fingers; I’m sure his phalanges...”
“Bren, not the point here. Get back to the part where you were stuck in the car.”
“So, we were stuck for at least ten minutes before he got restless. He was hungry, that’s why, he gets aggravated when he’s lacking food…”
“Do you have any kit-kats in your bag?” Booth asked.
“Why would I have kit-kats?”
“Because they’re candy and they taste good?”
“They’re over-sugary candies that not only are bad for your health but they’re also bad for your teeth.”
“Jeez, grandma, I got it. So, have you got any edibles in that huge bag of yours?”
“No, weren’t we supposed to eat out? Why would I have something in my bag?”
“In case you face an emergency like this?”
“Oh, you mean getting stuck in a traffic jam under the Dupont Circle? That wouldnt happen, Booth, because I never go this way.”
He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. Without another word, he started fumbling at the dashboard until he removed a pack of candies out of nowhere.
“A-ha!”
“What’s that?”
“A pack of Mentos,” he said, proudly waiving the purple candies in front of me. Booth opened the pack eagerly and stuffed his mouth with those tiny candies, eating them happily. He smiled at me, looking a lot like Parker, if I must say.
“That’ll spoil your appetite, Booth.”
“Nothing can spoil my appetite. And you should try one, these are really good!”
I eyed him suspiciously and noticed his lips were slightly purple.
“Not only this is unhealthy, but also this is bad quality colourant. Your tongue is purple!”
He chuckled, chewing another batch of candies.
“Try one, Bones, this is good,” he said, holding out a candy bewteen his fingers for me. I accepted it, my lips closing around his fingers and felt the sweet and grape-like taste of the candy dissolving in my tongue, chewing it.
“That is good.”
“Would you like another one?”
“No, thank you.”
“What about a Booth-flavored Menthos?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows in a boyish manner. That made me laugh, nodding my head and I allowed him to pull me against him for a kiss, tasting his grape-flavored mouth, his tongue slightly cold from the candy rubbing against mine…
“We just sat there, kissing, for quite a while we were stuck in traffic. It was nearly half an hour. There’s just something about him, Ange, that makes me lose all track of time, of reality, of anything that’s logical… We can easily spend hours doing nothing useful, just talking or kissing. Or making love.”
“Making love?” Angela asked playfully.
Brennan looked down at her hands, feeling awkward for the first time in a really long time.
“Once he tried to explain the difference between having sex and making love and he has a very nice argument to support it. He says that while having sex is mostly physical, when they make love two people strive to break the laws of physics by trying to become one, that’s making love. The whole point of it is getting so close to someone else that you don’t know anymore where you end and the other begins. Have you ever felt something like that?
Angela looked as excited as she could be, nearly squealing.
“Ok. That’s a really sweet thing for him to say, I totally get what he means.
Brennan smiled again.
“So, you guys made it in the car or something?”
“No. We did kiss for quite some time but he was really hungry...”
His stomach made a loud noise and that was something really funny. I parted the kiss to laugh.
“I’m hungry, Bones, don’t you laugh at my pitiful situation!”
“If you had listened to me when I told you to take the underground pass, we wouldn’t have gotten stuck here.”
He shifted nervously on his seat, looking miserable. Booth seemed to think for some seconds and, all of a sudden, he swerved over the curb and onto the sidewalk, so he driving backwards on it, driving away from the stuck cars.
“Booth! Have you lost your mind?” I exclaimed, appaled by what he was doing.
“I’ll die of starvation if we stay here any longer,” he said, very serious, driving backwards
He drove until we were out of the traffic jam and he drove the opposite way, around the Dupont Circle.
“What are you doing, Booth?”
“I’m looking for a place for us to eat. Aren’t you starving?”
When he finally found one of those hot dog traillers, he parked the car under some trees, on an alley nearby.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said as he hopped out of the car.
“Booth?”
“Come on, Bones!” he called me from the outside, heading to the hot dog trailler…
“Does he usually act crazy like this?” Angela asked.
“Like I said, only when he is hungry. Or too stressed. That’s the craziest thing I’ve seen him doing, other than shooting a clown.”
“I think that’ll always take the cake.”
“No, it was an ice cream truck and he didn’t take any cake.”
“I mean that it was the craziest thing he’ll ever do, Bren. Now, you guys went to the hot dog truck and then…?”
He had a huge hot dog of his own and half of mine. We walked a few meters into the bushes to find a bench for us to sit and eat and ate in silence. His mood changed completely once he wasn’t hungry anymore.
“That was a really good one,” he said, rubbing his stomach.
“That was absolutely unhealthy. One of these days you’re gonna get sick because of these crap you eat.”
“Nah, my stomach is a warrior,” and he chuckled.
There is something adorable about him, when he’s sitting relaxed, without his jacket and his tie hanging loose around his neck. He looked at ease and I couldn’t help but smile at him. I only noticed I was gazing dumbly at him when he pointed that out.
“What?” he asked, playfully.
“You amaze me, did you know that?”
“Is that why you’re gazing at me, Bones?”
“I wasn’t gazing at you, I was just studying your features.”
Booth cocked an eyebrow and put an arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him in an embrace. Even though it was a warm night, I enjoyed the feeling of being in his embrace, the warmth of his skin, along with the musky scent of his cologne and his own scent as he pulled me close to his chest. Turning his head slightly, he planted a kiss on top of my head and nuzzled my hair.
“I like this better than the restaurant,” I said, after a long pause, where we stood silently holding each other.
“And yet you complained about getting stuck in a traffic jam. You see, Bones, it was all part of my plot.”
I sat up straight, turning to look at his face. He’d say anything so he won’t have to accept defeat, I swear. He started laughing and once again wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close for a kiss. I could feel the faint taste of the hot dogs in his mouth and the sweetness of his own taste when his tongue found mine and he watched me with open eyes.
I don’t know how to put it, I don’t even know if I can explain it, but whenever we’re kissing I seem to lose track of time and space. Sometimes I just feel like closing my eyes and revel into the delights of it; sometimes I want to study it, the way his eyes watch me and the roughness of his tongue or the texture of his mouth. Or, even, the slow rush of warmth it sends through my body. It’s complicated, I don’t know how to explain it quite yet because I need more empirical evidence. Hence we spend so much time kissing and making love. Or having sex. You see what I mean, I don’t know what happens to me, I just lose all the eloquency and the ability to be detached. Except I don’t want to be detached because that would mean analyzing everything we do together and then I wouldn’t be enjoying it that much.
“Bren, sweetie, you think too much, I’ve told you that. Don’t try explaining it to me, just go with it. Haven’t I taught you anything?”
“Well, I... anyway. We sat there, kissing for some time.”
“Just kissing, uh?” Angela teased her friend, who seemed to blush just a bit. She was loving seeing Brennan so bashful about something.
“As I said, it was a public space. We occasionally parted to breathe, of course...”
“You know, I really wanted some dessert,” he said, lips red and swollen from the kissing.
“You can get some muffins with the hot dog salesman.”
“I want ice cream. Do you remember last week’s ice cream parlor?”
“Yes. Do you want to go there?”
“Yeah.”
I stood up and reached out my hand for him to hold.
“Let’s go, then.”
Instead of holding my hand, he just looked up at me, a half-smile on his lips. I don’t think Booth is that hard for me to read anymore, but I honestly don’t know what goes on in his mind sometimes, especially at that particular moment. He sat still, looking from my extended hand to my face and suddenly he was chuckling.
“Oh, God...” instead of reaching for my hand, he held my hips with both hands and pulled me closer to him, tilting his head up so his chin touched my belly “do you know what I just realized?”
“That you want ice cream?”
“No,” he said, nuzzling my belly button through my blouse and clutching my belt buckle now. He stopped to look up at me again, not a hint of laughter in his voice as he said, “I’m in love with you, Temperance.”
“He said it?” Angela interrupted. “Oh, gosh, sweetie, I knew he was head over heels with you!”
“I was taken aback, actually.”
“What did you tell him? Did you finally admit to him that you are about as crazy for him as he is for you?”
“I froze, Ange, I didn’t know exactly what to say. I honestly spent a long time afterwards thinking about what he meant with that and the implications of it. He said he is in love with me. He said it seriously, really meaning that and I know that I care for him very much. I didn’t know what to say and I didn’t want to say that I loved him too just because he said it first. I want to feel sure about it, I want the words to come out at the right moment, when I’m fully aware of what I feel and when I had understood all these words mean to me.”
“Stop anyalizing everything, Brennan. You can’t get all science when you’re talking about love. The guy just gushed out his feelings for you and you wanted to analyze it?”
“I have to, Ange, I can’t avoid it. I had to think about what he said.”
“Ok,” she replied, pondering on her friend’s words “He said he loved you and you froze. And then, what happened?”
My hands moved to his hair for a brief moment and then to his cheeks, caressing him. I’m glad he was holding me against him because otherwise I could have fallen, for I suddenly felt light-headed.
“Booth...” I said, trying to find words to form a coherent speech, but couldn’t. I could only blink back some tears that were prickling my eyes.
“I just wanted you to know that, I hope I didn’t scare you.”
His voice and features were serene as he spoke and he leaned to press a kiss to my belly through my blouse, his mouth lingering hot to the thin fabric and I could feel the warmness of his lips against my skin. I couldn’t pull my eyes off him not even when he pulled me tenderly and I tumbled onto his lap, resting on his leg.
His right hand moved to my cheek, caressing me lightly with his knuckles and moving to touch my hair. I usually melt in his hands whenever he caresses my hair but at that moment I could only stare at him, open-mouthed, as I tried to say something.
“Bones? Why are you...” I silenced him with a fierce kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding him tight against my body. At that very moment I didn’t want to ever let him go and I felt that if I did I wouldn’t be able to live with this fact. Does that make any sense whatsoever?
“I’ll think about it, Booth,” I said, finally parting the kiss.
“Of course you will,” he said laughing out loud.
“Don’t laugh, I need to think and understand what that means.”
“I can tell you what that means. It means that I love you and that you are the world to me.”
“I am?” at this point I couldn’t help grinning. Within seconds he got me feeling like a teenage girl and I just couldn’t tame this weird feeling.
“Yes, you are,” he responded, placing a soft kiss on my lips and moving down to my jaw and my chin, descending until his warm lips met my throat, brushing lightly against my skin. His hands, which had been holding my waist, moved up slightly and one of them found the curve of my breast, caressing its underside, sending goosebumps through my body and I gasped.
“Booth, stop it!”
“Sorry, I can’t. My hands were made to touch these gorgeous breasts of yours. Have you ever noticed that they fit perfectly on my hands?” he whispered that against my skin and while his thumb boldly moved to tease my nipple. I pushed his hand away.
“Isn’t he a big teaser?” Angela interrupted again.
“He is and he likes being such. So, I stood up, looking down at him...”
“Let’s go find you some dessert, Booth, I’m sure the traffic is better by now.”
Once again, instead of standing up he looked up at me, a devious smile playing on his lips and I could see the wheels working on his brain as an idea was getting formed. His gaze traveled from my face, my lips, to my breasts and I felt my nipples getting hard under his questioning stare.
“You’re horny, aren’t you?”
“I just want to go home and take a shower, Booth. Let’s go, come on.”
He finally stood up and next to me, bumping againt me, taking hold of my hand. Booth had a crooked smile on his lips and I knew that I should worry about that.
We walked for a minute until we came across a huge tree, hidden in the darkness and distant from the movement of people walking by the main passage and the hot dog trailler. Without a further word, he pushed me against the trunk and kissed me hungrily, nearly devouring my lips, his hands roaming aimessly over my body until they found my breasts, cupping them against his palms and making me moan.
He moved one and down and found the buckle of my belt, undoing it fastly and opening the fly of my pants. I tried pushing his hand away but he didn’t stop.
“I have to see it, Bones, I want to know that you’re horny.”
“Not the point there, Booth,” I tried reasoning with him, but at this point his hand had slipped under the hem of my pants and past my groin, finding the wetness that had gathered between my legs. I gasped for air as he touched me, unabashedly rubbing his fingers over my folds and getting them coated with my juices.
“I knew it. You’re so into these public displays of affection,” he said, rubbing me harder, from my folds to my clit. I couldn’t hold back a moan for his touch sent an electric jolt through my body.
He then pushed two fingers into me, teasing me from inside, while he looked down at me, the devious smile still on his face. His fingers felt so good on me that I nearly lost it, I clutched his dress shirt at his shoulder, holding on to him, and my eyes fluttered shut as he stroked me, bringing me so close to the verge of orgasming so fast I couldnt even breathe anymore.
“You guys are so naughty! Against the tree?”
Brennan let out a breathless laughter. Remembering that night, in particular, made her feel slightly light-headed and warm.
“As I told you, sometimes we can’t help it.”
“He’s that good, uh?”
“You know, I‘ve had some wonderful sex partners, partners that, in time, learned how to touch me the best way so I could orgasm, but Booth seemed to know what he was doing intuitively, I must say. That day, in particular, I don’t know if it was the whole setting, of being on such a public place where we could be easily heard or seen by anyone who walked past that tree, or the fact that we had been sharing innuendoes the whole day, but he just touched me for a couple minutes before I felt the orgasm reaching me more intensely and faster than I’ve remembered it happening before. Soon I was buckling and quivering on his fingers, crying into his mouth to keep from being too loud...”
My whole body was humming with the aftershocks of the orgasm in a delightful numbing manner.
“Bones?” he whispered in my ear after some time. I guess I was just preoccupied with regaining my breath. “are you okay?”
His hand cupped my cheek, making me look at him.
“Yes, I’m just... oh, god, Booth!”
Booth laughed, zipping back my pants and belt buckle into place.
“Let’s go, we can continue it at home,” he said, pulling me by the hand and stepping out of the shadow of the tree.
I tugged him back to his place.
“Not so fast. You didn’t get your dessert.”
“I know, let’s stop by the ice cream parlor for some of those minty cartons to go.”
It was my turn to smile deviously at him. I pushed him to the tree and his back hit the trunk, making him huff. Then I started kissing his neck and palming his chest, all the way down to his stomach, rubbing it right over his belly button. He has amazing abs and they feel wonderful to touch. The time we had spent together had taught me that that area is very sensitive to him, especially the area right below his navel and when I touched him there he jerked slightly, buckling against me. He didn’t say a word, probably fully aware now of my intentions.
Well, if he wasn’t, he realized it when I got down on my knees on the soft grass under us. I held him by his belt, teasing him just the opposite of what he had done. Usually I like to take the time to explore his skin, touch him and experiment what turns him on. Pushing up his dress shirt up a little, I could see his flesh, covered by the thin line of hair just below his belly button and traced my tongue over it, moving up to his navel. He squirmed under my tongue, his hands moving immediately to my hair.
I usually hated when a man tugged at my hair while I performed oral sex on him, but Booth doesn’t seem to do it as if to guide me or command me. Whenever he touches my hair, especially like this, it triggers something in me that has nothing to do with arousal, although his reactions at that moment were sending a new rush of wetness to my core.
I undid the buckle and unbuttoned his pants, looking up at him.
“You’re so beautiful, did you know that?” he said.
“No, you’re beautiful, Booth. I love every little thing about you. This stomach muscles,” I said and planted a kiss on him to emphazise my words “I love how aroused you get for me and how you look at me, it makes me feel so special. I love that.”
As I talked to him I freed his cock and wrapped my hand around it, rubbing him slowly. Booth moaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head backwards, making contact with the trunk of the tree. It’s a beautiful sight; how he surrenders freely to me, allows me complete control over him.
My other hand touched his testicles, rolling them slightly on my fingers, testing their weight as I started rubbing my palm over his tip, feeling his penis grow harder in my hands. I leaned to trace my tongue over his length and felt his hands moving to grab handfuls of my hair, so it wouldn’t cover my face.
Booth groaned, buckling harder against me as I swirled over his tip, flicking my tongue over his slit. Opening my mouth further, I pulled him just slightly between my lips, sucking at him.
“Yes, Bones... like that, don’t stop...” he moaned, closing his eyes and tightening his grasp on me.
I sucked him harder, still fisting and teasing him, then pulled him fully into my mouth. Well, as much as I could.
Angela interrupted Brennan’s narration.
“Bren, I’ve gotta know, is he… you know?” Angela waves her hand towards her lap, trying to indicate her question.
“Is he what?”
“Is Booth big?”
“He is not freakish huge, he’s just a bit bigger than the average. He has a wonderful penis, I must add, for it is thick and beautiful too,” she answered, lowering her voice as if she were telling a secret.
“Lucky girl!”
Brennan smiled and bit her lip. She never had any restraints of telling her friend anything about her sex life, most of the time they would sit and discuss details and exchange experiences. But, still, talking about Booth made her feel suddenly bashful and flushed.
“Yes. I really enjoy performing oral sex on him. I must admit that the thrill of being at a public place excites me...”
I could hear his harsh breathing coming out in pants as I sucked him even harder into my mouth, applying gentle pressure to his testicles. He let out a strangled groan, buckling again into my mouth and quivering. I could feel him tensing up and I knew he was already so close.
“Oh shit, Bones... I’m gonna come...” he warned me. I sucked him faster, making slurping sounds that echoed in the night along with his pants and grunts and the restrained thrusts of his hips became faster. Within seconds he came into my mouth in hot shots and I sucked him until it stopped and he felt limp in my hands.
The flush spread across his face and he had leaned full against the tree, finding support there. I smiled up at him, hiding his penis in his underwear and zipping back his pants and belt.
“You taste so good, Booth. I could go down on you over and over again,” I whispered to his ear, standing up and leaning against him. He immediately wrapped his arms around me, caressing my back.
I pressed my wet lips to the heated flesh of his neck, nibbling slightly at his skin, enjoying the texture of his stubble against my lips.
“God, Bones, you’ll make me hard again, stop it,” he said, coarsely, tugging at my hair and making me look at him.
“Good,” I replied, smiling wickedly again “Because we’re not done here yet.”
I pulled him for a kiss and sighed into his mouth, closing my eyes. He pulled harder at my hair, wrapping it around his fist, deepening the kiss.
When my hands moved down to caress his chest, he took hold of them and pulled out from the kiss.
“No, Bones, stop it.”
But he did got me aroused once again. I honestly could give him another blowjob so that he’d have sex with me against that tree. I cupped him through his pants and he pushed my hand away, disentangling himself from my touch.
“Come on, we should get going,” he said, from a safe distant, looking slightly worried. “Hey, ice cream, remember?” he said, reaching out his hand to hold mine and pulling me close again.
And I reached out my hand for him to hold. He smiled broadly, lacing his fingers with mine, and we walked to the car.
Angela had a huge smile on her face.
“Wow, Bren... just... wow!”
She smiled sheepishly, a slow flush spreading her face. Brennan didn’t feel embarassment but something else, she felt oddly proud for her little escapade, once again.
Before she could say anything else, Booth entered her office holding a cold can of soda and both women smiled at him.
“Bones, let’s go, the guy in charge... why are you looking at me like that?”
Angela and Brennan glanced at each other and burst out in laughter, making Booth utterly uncomfortable.
“Should I be worried? Because I am really worried now.”
Getting herself under control again, Brennan shook her head and stood up, stopping in front of him and put her arms on her waist.
“So, what about the case?”
“I came back to get you for us to go. What’s going on here? What were you talking when I arrived?”
Angela stood up, still smiling deviously and leaned towards him.
“Dupont Circle? Hot!”
She enjoyed seeing him turning various shades of red before he started coughing, nervous, and left them by themselves.
Angela walked towards her office but stopped halfway to look back at the couple from the glass windows. Brennan was rubbing Booth’s arm, trying to soothe him, while he frowned and replied something to her. She then leaned closer to him to plant a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back to stare at him again. That really seemed to calm him down and Angela chuckled lightly. Within moments later, they rushed out of the office, heading towards the exit, now back into work mode.
Those two would be fine, she smiled to herself.
END