Bones Fanfic #2: The Girl on Graveyard Island (Chapter 1/?)
Title: The Girl on Graveyard Island (Chapter 1/?)
Author: pocofuoco
Rating: M
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Crime
Summary: A new case for the crime-fighting partners. This happened sometime during S4. Credit for the main idea goes to a favourite Japanese manga of mine.
A/N: A big 'thank you' to my dear friends for their help and support, and a special one to CB, tchitchou26 and
queen_avalon for proofreading, early feedback and beta-ing. I hope you enjoy this :) xoxo
Moaning. Groaning. Rustling of sheets, interspersed with laboured and heavy breathing. His, and hers, intermingled in the throes of passion.
Reluctantly taking his lips off hers, he began moving downwards, taking his time. Reaching up to tuck her long auburn tresses away from his intended goal, his lips found the sensitive spot just under her chin. Helpless under his clever mouth, her fingers clutched onto his broad, strong back, slightly drawing blood. Neither noticed. She lifted her head to allow him more access to the creamy skin on her throat, and he accepted the small act of surrender, trailing his hot mouth downward to her full breasts, but not quite. A small sound came from her slightly opened lips and her hands moved their way to wound through his dark hair, urging him to where she tingled the most. But he was not so obliging this time - kissing, licking, scraping around the straining nipples. He was oh so close, but managed to avoid where she really wanted him to be. Her desires made her push her breasts closer to him, and after what seemed too long, his mouth finally found the points of her pleasure. A sigh, a mixture of relief and surprise, escaped as her head tilted backwards, immediately followed by one moan after another as his mouth and tongue played havoc with her already sensitive nipples. Her senses were further assaulted when his hand reached down to her wetness - light, feather-like touches around the lips, her clit, provoking louder moans and more urgent pleas from above him. Without notice, a series of sharp gasps came from her as one finger, followed by a second, followed by yet another entered her wetness, filling and stroking her as another member of his would. She writhed and struggled, groaned and whimpered, powerless to the waves of desire intensifying within her, as he quickened and deepened his manipulations. Just as the heightened pitch of her moans indicated her climax was near, he withdrew his hands and flipped her weak, shivering body.
A sharp intake of breath emanated from her lips as he penetrated her from behind with a hard thrust of his hips. Simultaneous groans sounded from both him and her, as each tried to adjust to the invasive feel of the other. He began to move, slowly at first, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips, each movement a sweet torture for her as well as for him. The involuntarily arching of her back brought her closer to him, triggering a low growl from his side as he began intensifying his strokes. His hands reached forward and with familiar ease, latched onto her quivering full breasts, kneading and squeezing her ample curves to the rhythm of his thick cock. Their mutual moans, louder and louder, filled the room as his engorged length pumped in and out of her wetness, quickening with each stroke. As the tempo reached a feverish level, both yelled out incoherent sounds of heightened desire. With one last thrust of his hips, her head threw backwards, lips poised to cry out ---
“Oh yes, baby!” growled a rather familiar male voice.
A very relieved Booth, who had been trying for the last fifteen minutes, futilely, to find the OFF button on the sophisticated-looking remote control for the room TV, had finally managed to switch off the wide-screen TV. All the while, he was cursing everything from his own curiosity, his inability to read Japanese, Brennan’s enthusiasm at everything from another culture, to his own increasing arousal that was getting harder and harder to hide from the woman next to him.
They were watching porn together. But it wasn’t voluntary, nor was it for mutual enjoyment. In fact, Booth had regretted ever touching the remote control as soon as his manly curiosity took over after they entered the room. He had accidentally selected and paid for a porn film on the hotel TV when he just wanted to watch some sports action to pass some time.
I should never have agreed to let Bones talk me into watching that, Booth mentally scolded himself. After all, being in the same room as his Bones was already enough to get his juices boiling, let alone with the additional help of images designed to provoke sensations he had been trying very hard to hold back.
“Did we really need to watch that, Bones?” said Booth in an exasperated yet resigned tone. He knew what was coming from his partner at his question.
“Pornographic material,” explained Brennan, in her usual serious tone, “is extremely subjective to the culture in which it originates from and this one contains numerous stereotypical sexual practices and responses to the Japanese culture. Anthropologically speaking…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” interjected a surprised Booth. “There is an actual anthropological explanation for porn?”
“Horse, horse, horse,” instinctively replied Brennan, a la the psychological exercise which the partners went through during couple therapy with Dr. Sweets. She then continued on. “Anthropologically speaking, the traditional Japanese society has a comparatively more open sexual nature to Western nations…”
“Japan has a more open sexual nature to Western nations? Japan?” interrupted Booth in an incredulous tone. He hoped Brennan wouldn’t notice his slight squirming. All this talk about…sex stuff…not to mention Brennan’s voice, was really not helping his swelling desire any one tiny bit. “The country where they’re so polite they can’t stop bowing to each other? That…that just can’t be right!”
“Would you stop interrupting me?” scolded Brennan, irritably. “Yes, they most certainly do, and that is clearly shown in the undeniable flourishing of pornographic material in Japan since before the Edo period. Shunga or pornographic wood-block pictures were printed with all imaginable situations, including interracial sex, acts with animals, demons - both male and female, and deities, and were...”
“Whoa,” Booth barged in again, oblivious to the disapproving stare dipped in cold fury Brennan sent in his direction, followed by a fit of coughing as he choked on his own spit in his haste. Words sputtered out of his mouth. “Sex with gods? That’s…sacrilegious!!”
“Horse,” responded Brennan, then continued to lecture. “On the contrary, sexual acts between humans and deities and between deities constitute an extremely common element in cultural mythology. Zeus impregnated various mortal women during his forays into the human world in the Greek mythology; the incestuous sexual relationships between Nut, the goddess of the night sky, and her brother Geb, the god of the earth in the ancient Egyptian mythology; even acts of homosexual masturbation in Indian mythology when Agni, the god of fire, asks Shiva to ejaculate into his hand so he can drink his sem…”
“Okay, Bones, just stop RIGHT THERE!” called out a visibly uncomfortable Booth, both in the face, and in his crotch. Embarrassed by this line of talk, he said gruffly, “There’s not going to be any talks about…that…’stuff’! You hear me? No talking about…’stuff’…from anyone!”
“I knew this would make you uncomfortable,” said Brennan, having already anticipated this type of behaviour from her partner. “In the vernacular, you are undeniably a prude when it comes to discussions about sex. What I don’t understand is, you obviously have had sexual relationships before, hence the existence of Parker, and as you said, you do okay in sexual relationships now. Have you never utilised pornographic material in the process of intercourse? Or…” pointing to the evident bulge in Booth’s crotch, “even attained climax while masturbating with the help of visual stimulation in the form of porn videos?”
Oh…my…God… was the only thing running through Booth’s head at the moment. This CANNOT be happening!
Grabbing a cushion on the sofa to cover his erection, and seeing Brennan was going to spout out more words out of her mouth, he made a show of looking at his watch and quickly said, “Wow, look at the time. I think we’d better get ready for that drink with my Japanese friend. You wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression by turning up late, do you?” To seal the question, he flashed Brennan one of his trademark charming smiles.
Unabashedly agreeing that it was indeed almost time to leave, Brennan efficiently gathered what she needed from her luggage and took her things into the bathroom to change and freshen up. Booth sat where he was, hoping his manhood would co-operate with him and (as much as he hated linking the word with his manhood) shrink, muttered, “I should never have agreed to share a room with Bones tonight,” and cursed himself, cursed Brennan for her anthropological lecture on sex (but then her presence was provocative enough), and last but not least, the clumsy newbie receptionist who stuffed up their reservation.
Yes, Booth and his Bones were in Japan. More accurately, they were in Room 2206, Luke Plaza Hotel in Nagasaki City, Japan. And yes, Booth and his Bones were staying in one room together. A room with one Queen-size bed. One room. One bed.
Phew! That's Chapter 1 done! Please let me know how I went!!! Anything - comments, suggestions, criticisms - is welcome!!! xoxo
Author: pocofuoco
Rating: M
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Genre: Crime
Summary: A new case for the crime-fighting partners. This happened sometime during S4. Credit for the main idea goes to a favourite Japanese manga of mine.
A/N: A big 'thank you' to my dear friends for their help and support, and a special one to CB, tchitchou26 and
queen_avalon for proofreading, early feedback and beta-ing. I hope you enjoy this :) xoxo
Moaning. Groaning. Rustling of sheets, interspersed with laboured and heavy breathing. His, and hers, intermingled in the throes of passion.
Reluctantly taking his lips off hers, he began moving downwards, taking his time. Reaching up to tuck her long auburn tresses away from his intended goal, his lips found the sensitive spot just under her chin. Helpless under his clever mouth, her fingers clutched onto his broad, strong back, slightly drawing blood. Neither noticed. She lifted her head to allow him more access to the creamy skin on her throat, and he accepted the small act of surrender, trailing his hot mouth downward to her full breasts, but not quite. A small sound came from her slightly opened lips and her hands moved their way to wound through his dark hair, urging him to where she tingled the most. But he was not so obliging this time - kissing, licking, scraping around the straining nipples. He was oh so close, but managed to avoid where she really wanted him to be. Her desires made her push her breasts closer to him, and after what seemed too long, his mouth finally found the points of her pleasure. A sigh, a mixture of relief and surprise, escaped as her head tilted backwards, immediately followed by one moan after another as his mouth and tongue played havoc with her already sensitive nipples. Her senses were further assaulted when his hand reached down to her wetness - light, feather-like touches around the lips, her clit, provoking louder moans and more urgent pleas from above him. Without notice, a series of sharp gasps came from her as one finger, followed by a second, followed by yet another entered her wetness, filling and stroking her as another member of his would. She writhed and struggled, groaned and whimpered, powerless to the waves of desire intensifying within her, as he quickened and deepened his manipulations. Just as the heightened pitch of her moans indicated her climax was near, he withdrew his hands and flipped her weak, shivering body.
A sharp intake of breath emanated from her lips as he penetrated her from behind with a hard thrust of his hips. Simultaneous groans sounded from both him and her, as each tried to adjust to the invasive feel of the other. He began to move, slowly at first, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips, each movement a sweet torture for her as well as for him. The involuntarily arching of her back brought her closer to him, triggering a low growl from his side as he began intensifying his strokes. His hands reached forward and with familiar ease, latched onto her quivering full breasts, kneading and squeezing her ample curves to the rhythm of his thick cock. Their mutual moans, louder and louder, filled the room as his engorged length pumped in and out of her wetness, quickening with each stroke. As the tempo reached a feverish level, both yelled out incoherent sounds of heightened desire. With one last thrust of his hips, her head threw backwards, lips poised to cry out ---
“Oh yes, baby!” growled a rather familiar male voice.
A very relieved Booth, who had been trying for the last fifteen minutes, futilely, to find the OFF button on the sophisticated-looking remote control for the room TV, had finally managed to switch off the wide-screen TV. All the while, he was cursing everything from his own curiosity, his inability to read Japanese, Brennan’s enthusiasm at everything from another culture, to his own increasing arousal that was getting harder and harder to hide from the woman next to him.
They were watching porn together. But it wasn’t voluntary, nor was it for mutual enjoyment. In fact, Booth had regretted ever touching the remote control as soon as his manly curiosity took over after they entered the room. He had accidentally selected and paid for a porn film on the hotel TV when he just wanted to watch some sports action to pass some time.
I should never have agreed to let Bones talk me into watching that, Booth mentally scolded himself. After all, being in the same room as his Bones was already enough to get his juices boiling, let alone with the additional help of images designed to provoke sensations he had been trying very hard to hold back.
“Did we really need to watch that, Bones?” said Booth in an exasperated yet resigned tone. He knew what was coming from his partner at his question.
“Pornographic material,” explained Brennan, in her usual serious tone, “is extremely subjective to the culture in which it originates from and this one contains numerous stereotypical sexual practices and responses to the Japanese culture. Anthropologically speaking…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” interjected a surprised Booth. “There is an actual anthropological explanation for porn?”
“Horse, horse, horse,” instinctively replied Brennan, a la the psychological exercise which the partners went through during couple therapy with Dr. Sweets. She then continued on. “Anthropologically speaking, the traditional Japanese society has a comparatively more open sexual nature to Western nations…”
“Japan has a more open sexual nature to Western nations? Japan?” interrupted Booth in an incredulous tone. He hoped Brennan wouldn’t notice his slight squirming. All this talk about…sex stuff…not to mention Brennan’s voice, was really not helping his swelling desire any one tiny bit. “The country where they’re so polite they can’t stop bowing to each other? That…that just can’t be right!”
“Would you stop interrupting me?” scolded Brennan, irritably. “Yes, they most certainly do, and that is clearly shown in the undeniable flourishing of pornographic material in Japan since before the Edo period. Shunga or pornographic wood-block pictures were printed with all imaginable situations, including interracial sex, acts with animals, demons - both male and female, and deities, and were...”
“Whoa,” Booth barged in again, oblivious to the disapproving stare dipped in cold fury Brennan sent in his direction, followed by a fit of coughing as he choked on his own spit in his haste. Words sputtered out of his mouth. “Sex with gods? That’s…sacrilegious!!”
“Horse,” responded Brennan, then continued to lecture. “On the contrary, sexual acts between humans and deities and between deities constitute an extremely common element in cultural mythology. Zeus impregnated various mortal women during his forays into the human world in the Greek mythology; the incestuous sexual relationships between Nut, the goddess of the night sky, and her brother Geb, the god of the earth in the ancient Egyptian mythology; even acts of homosexual masturbation in Indian mythology when Agni, the god of fire, asks Shiva to ejaculate into his hand so he can drink his sem…”
“Okay, Bones, just stop RIGHT THERE!” called out a visibly uncomfortable Booth, both in the face, and in his crotch. Embarrassed by this line of talk, he said gruffly, “There’s not going to be any talks about…that…’stuff’! You hear me? No talking about…’stuff’…from anyone!”
“I knew this would make you uncomfortable,” said Brennan, having already anticipated this type of behaviour from her partner. “In the vernacular, you are undeniably a prude when it comes to discussions about sex. What I don’t understand is, you obviously have had sexual relationships before, hence the existence of Parker, and as you said, you do okay in sexual relationships now. Have you never utilised pornographic material in the process of intercourse? Or…” pointing to the evident bulge in Booth’s crotch, “even attained climax while masturbating with the help of visual stimulation in the form of porn videos?”
Oh…my…God… was the only thing running through Booth’s head at the moment. This CANNOT be happening!
Grabbing a cushion on the sofa to cover his erection, and seeing Brennan was going to spout out more words out of her mouth, he made a show of looking at his watch and quickly said, “Wow, look at the time. I think we’d better get ready for that drink with my Japanese friend. You wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression by turning up late, do you?” To seal the question, he flashed Brennan one of his trademark charming smiles.
Unabashedly agreeing that it was indeed almost time to leave, Brennan efficiently gathered what she needed from her luggage and took her things into the bathroom to change and freshen up. Booth sat where he was, hoping his manhood would co-operate with him and (as much as he hated linking the word with his manhood) shrink, muttered, “I should never have agreed to share a room with Bones tonight,” and cursed himself, cursed Brennan for her anthropological lecture on sex (but then her presence was provocative enough), and last but not least, the clumsy newbie receptionist who stuffed up their reservation.
Yes, Booth and his Bones were in Japan. More accurately, they were in Room 2206, Luke Plaza Hotel in Nagasaki City, Japan. And yes, Booth and his Bones were staying in one room together. A room with one Queen-size bed. One room. One bed.
Phew! That's Chapter 1 done! Please let me know how I went!!! Anything - comments, suggestions, criticisms - is welcome!!! xoxo