|I Don't Know What That Means
Author: booth's-squint PM
Brennan is confused after a conversation and Booth helps clear things up for her. Mature readers only, thanks! Now COMPLETE!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Angst - T. Brennan & S. Booth - Chapters: 5 - Words: 10,052 - Reviews: 91 - Favs: 92 - Follows: 93 - Updated: 08-12-10 - Published: 07-26-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6180575
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A/N: Ok, so sorry for the delay on this one! I'm on vacation, with limited internet access. As always, please show me your love!
Thanks for those who have been so supportive during my first fic! Love to you all!
And massive love to my beta! You rock :-)
"Hey there, Seeley! Would you like to remove your hands from Dr. Brennan's ass? I need to speak with both of you." Cam's voice dripped heavily with forced cheer and a bit of sarcasm.
Booth and I untangled ourselves from each other and had the good sense to look guilty. Well, Booth looked guilty. It was my office; I was free to do what I wanted in it. Not bearing the thought of sitting on the couch with Booth, I sat at my desk and gestured to the chairs in front of it. Booth raised an eyebrow at my choice, but sat down anyway. I saw his face burn red and he leaned over to pick up something by Cam's foot. He stuffed it into his pocket, but not before I saw the flash of purple. Of course, the one thing Booth did not pick up was my ripped underwear.
Cam's expression was unreadable to me, but that's something I'm used to. I had a feeling this was a business conversation, which meant I could handle this conversation much better than the one I had been having with Booth. It turned out that I was very, very wrong about that.
"So would you care to tell me why I was forced to give the entire lab the afternoon off?" Glancing around the lab through my windows, I realized that's what had caught my attention earlier. The platform was empty, there were no additional lab people walking the floor, the lab was deserted.
"Dr. Saroyan, the ways in which you choose to run your lab are dependent upon you and you alone. Since I have no evidence to the contrary, I am unable to give you an answer to your question."
Cam smirked and Booth hung his head at my response. My eyes bounced back and forth, unsure of the unspoken conversation between them.
"Camille, I'm sorry and so is Bones. We'll make it up to you."
"No, you'll just ensure that it won't happen again. Have I made myself clear?"
"Crystal," Booth responded, his tone firm.
"Perfect. Thank you." Cam stood, as though we were done the conversation.
"No, not perfect. I don't know what that means," I argued. I hated not understanding the conversation, especially one going on in front of my face.
"Look, just keep it out of the lab, okay? It's bad enough around here with Angela and Hodgins." Then, in true Cam fashion, she flashed a smile at us before walking out the door.
As soon as she was out of sight, Booth began to laugh.
"What? I don't understand."
"Think about Bones," Booth started, walking around my desk to be closer to me. "Why would she dismiss the entire lab?"
"As I told Cam, I cannot know what she was thinking."
"Bones, be logical. You're good at that."
I could hear the teasing tone in his voice and the scowl that graced my face was an involuntary reaction. I let my mind wander a moment, allowing the dots to connect, but I couldn't do it. Nothing was making sense. Glancing up at Booth, he seemed surprised I couldn't figure it out.
"Let me help you out here. Logically speaking, if I could hear you outside, then…"
"Other people could hear me as well," I finished. Booth nodded and my mind raced for a bit. Oh. OH. "Cam had to dismiss the lab because we were having sex in my office and everyone could hear us?"
He bobbed his head in agreement, barely containing his laughter.
"That doesn't make any sense," I commented.
"Bones, how does that not make any sense?"
"Why does it matter if anyone heard us? Everyone has sex; it's a necessary part of life. We must satisfy our biological urges like everyone else."
"Don't you dare." Booth's voice low and upon meeting his gaze, I was surprised to find that he looked mad. "Don't you dare turn what we just did into something less than it was."
"Booth, you're being ridiculous. It is a fact of life that everyone needs sex."
"Really? You would have laid back and played with your tits while just anyone ate you out? You would have let just anyone slide into your tight, wet sheath and fuck you? You would let just anyone get you off twice after you got yourself off while screaming my name?"
His words were meant to hurt, not arouse, I knew that, but there was nothing sexier than Booth talking dirty to me. Before I could respond, he kept going.
"What if Hodgins had walked in instead? Or Fischer? Or better yet, Hacker? Would you have fucked Hacker's brains out to satisfy your biological urge? Would you have closed your eyes and thought of me the entire time? Or am I just a stand-in for him?"
Gesturing wildly, he paced back and forth. I knew his temper could get the best of him sometimes, but this seemed a bit excessive. I had to do something to fix this.
"Booth, no, of course not."
"Really, because we were just satisfying a biological urge, Bones. Why does it matter who's getting you off?"
Now he was being vicious, really getting the point across how much my words had hurt him. I stepped into Booth's immediate path, effectively stopping his movement.
"No, listen to me. I know I'm bad at these conversations and I believe I have already ruined this one," I began slowly. Booth just stood there with his arms crossed, but at least he was listening. "But no, Booth, I couldn't have sex with just anyone. In the spirit of full disclosure, I haven't slept with anyone since Mark."
He froze. I don't know what reaction I was expecting, but literally watching the anger seep from him was not it. The anger seemed to be instantly replaced with arousal.
"The welder? That's so hot."
"You think me sleeping with another man is hot?"
"No, no. The fact that you saved yourself for me, that's hot. It turns me on. It makes me want you all over again."
Booth had backed me up against my bookcase and the predatory look in his eye made me tingle in anticipation. I licked my lips and his eyes dropped to watch.
"Booth, we were having a conversation before Cam interrupted us. We need to finish it."
"As I recall Bones, we were making out when Cam interrupted us, not talking. I have no problem continuing that conversation."
His lips captured mine before I could argue with him and I had a feeling that Booth would begin to use this tactic a lot in the future. To deter him from doing so, I had to show him that it wouldn't work. Placing my hands on his chest, I pressed slightly until he pulled away.
"Did you just whine at me?" I asked incredulously. His tongue swept possessively into my mouth again, but I was determined to finish our conversation. I wrenched my lips away, but Booth just continued to kiss my neck before allowing his fingers to pull at the buttons of my blouse.
"Booth, we didn't use a condom."
"You mentioned that before. What's the big deal? You're on birth-control."
"No, I'm not," I said softly. That stilled his lips and hands. "Based upon my lack of sexual activity, I stopped taking it."
His right hand came to rest on my abdomen, his thumb brushing over it in circles. "So there might be a little Booth? Is that so bad?"
"I don't know," I stuttered out, surprised at his reaction.
"Well, why don't we wait and see if there's a little someone to worry about okay? We'll deal with it then, and until then I'll use a condom."
"Until then?" I echoed his thought. Why did I suddenly feel like I was two steps behind him in this conversation?
"You didn't really think this was a one time thing, did you, Bones? Now that I've had you, now that I've tasted you, I just want more. And if you're pregnant, there will just be more of you to love."
Shit. There was that l-word again. The one word that meant the world to him, and the one I had said without thinking about the repercussions of my actions. The lack of response on my part made Booth take a step back. I could feel his eyes trailing over me, waiting patiently for a response. "You do still want to have a baby, right? That maternal instinct thing doesn't just go away, does it?"
"I have no issue with that."
"Then what…" Booth trailed off, confusion evident in his expression.
"You love me."
"That's a problem?"
"I am unable to ascertain if I reciprocate your feelings."
"I'm not sure I feel the same way about you," I mumbled, nervous about admitting that to him. Instead of hurting him with my words, Booth seemed to be encouraged.
"Don't worry, you do."
I was awestruck at his confidence. How could he be so sure of something that I myself was not? Anticipating my question, Booth began speaking again.
"You love me. I know you love me by what you do, both for me and to me."
"I don't treat you any differently than I treat anyone else."
"Bones, you love me. You would and have done anything to protect me. You smile a little bit brighter when I walk into a room. When you're unsure of something, you look for me in the room to focus on. You've allowed me into your life, which I know isn't easy for you. You get along with my son and make an effort to help him whenever possible. Most importantly, you let me be me and not anyone else. You take me, mood swings, dark past, dangerous job and all, and you love me."
"And you believe all of that to be love." It came out more of a statement than a question.
"No, Bones, I don't believe it. I know it."
Booth's warm, brown eyes studied me, as if he were waiting for me to argue. His fingers went back to rubbing my abdomen and unconsciously, he smiled. That was all I needed to see. It felt like some barrier inside me broke. I slid my arms around Booth's shoulders and hugged him to me. His arms wrapped around me, cocooning me in warmth.
I kissed him, attempting to pour all of my feelings into him through my lips. Booth responded immediately and he let his hard body press into mine. His hand slid up my thigh, taking my skirt with it. I shifted distractedly and yelped when something poked me in the back.
"What's wrong?" Booth's bewildered expression made me laugh.
"Could we maybe not do this against my bookshelves?"
He grinned before scooping me into his arms. Instead of returning to the couch, he placed me on my desk.
"I've dreamed about this so many times," he admitted.
"Booth, Cam just asked us not to do this here."
"But everyone's already gone for the day," He replied placing a kiss on my lips. "And after today, we won't ever do it again."
Yeah, right. His lips ate mine, teeth stinging followed by a tongue to sooth. He kissed the same way he did everything; with full concentration and complete effort. My blouse hit the desk and I made quick work of his belt buckle while he got rid of his shirt. I dragged my hands up Booth's torso, tracing his muscles and divesting him of his undershirt. He undid his pants and pulled them down just enough so that I could free his erection.
"Condom in my wallet," Booth whispered against my lips.
"Thank you," I whispered back. Reaching around him, I dug his wallet out of his back pocket before I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
Whatever Booth had started to say turned into a moan as my hand gripped him. He was so hard, yet his skin was smooth as silk. Eager to feel him again, I covered his cock with the condom and guided him into my body. This time we were in no rush and his thrusts were lazy, almost agonizingly slow. Wanting to see his body move, I leaned back on my elbows. Little whimpers began falling from my mouth as he hit my g-spot. Grinning, he gripped my hips and began pumping harder. I scraped my nails down his chest before allowing my fingers to dance over my clit. Booth's eyes grew darker and his nostrils flared at the sight.
"Go ahead Baby. Touch yourself for me."
I rubbed harder and I could feel my orgasm approaching. Booth's hips were snapping faster and he was grunting with each thrust, showing me that he was quickly losing control as well.
"Okay, so I'm going to head out – oh, shit!"
Booth froze mid-thrust and I sat up, plastering myself to his front. He gasped at the sudden change in angle and without warning, Booth came. Burying his face in my shoulder to muffle his groan, I peeked over his shoulder. Cam was standing in my doorway, one hand thrown over her eyes, a brilliant flush apparent on her chest and cheeks. I said the only thing I could think of at the moment.
"Have a good night, Cam. We'll see you tomorrow!"
She kept her eyes covered and backed out of my office, waving her other hand. Cam was saying something to herself, something about gouging and her eyes, I think. She turned around and left the lab for good. As soon as she disappeared, I began to laugh. I couldn't help it and Booth joined me.
"We are in so much trouble," I giggled, kissing him again. Sex was good for me, I almost never giggle.
"I have a feeling we'll be paying for that for a while," Booth agreed. He pulled away and disappeared into my bathroom. I laughed to myself as I pulled my skirt down over my hips. I had more clothes on this time than the last.
"Bones, it was funny, but it wasn't that funny," Booth commented, re-buckling his belt as he walked towards me.
"I was thinking that maybe third time's the medal."
"Isn't that the saying?" I asked, slipping my blouse back on.
"Oh, you mean third time's the charm."
"Yes, that's it. I was thinking that the third time will be the charm." Booth gave me a strange look and I realized that I wasn't being very thorough in my explanation. "Maybe the third time we have sex, I'll manage to be completely naked."
"Sorry about that." He added to the apology with a long kiss. "And sorry for, you know, the other thing."
He vaguely gestured between us and I arched an eyebrow. Sighing loudly, he clarified, "For coming before you did."
"By my count, I'm still up one."
"Getting yourself off doesn't count."
"Okay, then we're even. But by all means, feel free to reimburse me at home," I answered him confidently and slid my feet into my shoes. The faster we got home, the faster I could find myself under that very talented tongue.
"Who says we have to wait until we get home?" The Booth charm smile accompanied his question.
"Booth, Cam has now caught us twice."
"Bones, you saw her leave. Plus there are a few more fantasies I'd like to play out in your office."
"Booth!" I was surprised at his honesty. And a lot turned on.
"What? Have I actually managed to shock the illustrious Dr. Temperance Brennan?"
I nodded as he eased himself into my desk chair. He patted my desk with his left hand and beckoned me with the right.
"Come here, Bones. One of my favorites is you all spread out on your desk just for me, so I can eat until I'm full."
"One condition," I replied, kicking my shoes off. "I get to play out my fantasies in your office, right?"
"Anytime, Bones. Anytime."
"Well then," I responded, pulling off the rest of my clothes, "Let's have at it, shall we?"
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