|Falling For You
Author: beautiflxoblvn PM
Bones, still shaken up after nearly being killed by a rogue FBI agent, can't shake these new and strange feelings she is having for her savior, Booth. She finds herself at his door every night as he recovers from his explosion wounds. B&B Season 1.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - T. Brennan & S. Booth - Chapters: 5 - Words: 16,614 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 59 - Follows: 46 - Updated: 01-06-11 - Published: 11-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6443400
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A/N: Okay folks… this is the final chapter for this story so hopefully you like it! I have another story in the works but I'm gonna wait until I have a few chapters before I start posting so I don't keep people waiting. Anyways, let me know what you think of this one! Thanks everyone for reading!
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"Bones!" Booth yelled, sounding rather agitated as he swiped his clearance card and quickly stepped up onto the forensic platform.
Brennan, who was carefully studying a fragment of bone, ignored him.
"Bones!" he yelled a little louder, this time catching the attention of a few other employees and the Jeffersonian.
"What?" Brennan asked, annoyed to be pulled out of her concentration. She set the bone down in its designated spot on the examination table and looked up at her partner.
Booth didn't care that she seemed annoyed. "You wanna explain to me why I had to be scolded by Cullen about the way you harassed our suspect the other day? I'm being written up over this!"
Brennan blinked and pulled off her latex gloves, tossing them in the trash and coming around the table to face him. "I wasn't harassing him, Booth. I was merely asking the more important questions that you seemed to be avoiding."
"I've told you a dozen times before, there is a process. If you ask all the hard questions first then they know you're on to them. Now our suspect knows he's a suspect and he's got time to make up a story AND try to get us kicked off the case for harassment."
Bones looked at him incredulously. "His story isn't going to prove him innocent or not, the evidence will, so why does it matter if he knows he's a suspect?" she asked as she brushed past him, working her way off the platform and toward her office.
Booth clenched his jaw and turned to follow her, still waving the letter from Cullen at her behind her back.
"Because now he can explain away all the evidence and create a reasonable doubt!"
"Wow," Angela exclaimed from the employee lounge that overlooked the lab as she turned away from the scene playing out before her and toward the two men sitting on the couch eating their lunch. "It's been weeks and their still at each other's throats. I wonder what's gotten into them lately," she said as she plopped down next to them.
Hodgins swallowed his bite of sandwich and shrugged his shoulders. "Booth's probably just tired of all the scrutiny he gets from the other agents about the way she handles the process," he said complete with finger quotations.
Zack shook his head and flipped the page in the book he was reading, never taking his eyes off the text. "She shouldn't be going on interrogations, anyway. Her talents and knowledge are much better suited and useful here in the lab. She's probably making him mad on purpose so he'll leave her behind next time."
Angela looked between the two and rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder down at her friends office door to the duo who were still bickering outside Brennan's office. "well I hope they work out whatever problem they're having and start getting along again soon," she said as she watched Booth throw his hands in the air and follow Brennan into her office, slamming the door behind him, causing everyone in the lab to flinch. Angela sighed. "I don't know if I can handle her all on my own again if they break up the partnership."
Inside her office Brennan stood facing away from Booth, breathing heavily as a result from their argument.
Booth dropped the file down on her couch, grateful that the blinds were drawn so no one could see inside. He loosened his tie and took a deep breath, stepping closer. "You think they're still buying it?" he asked as he approached her.
Brennan turned around to face him with a smile on her face. "I think we were very convincing…" she said sitting on the edge of her desk, calmly brushing a piece of hair out of her face.
Booth brushed his finger tips along her knees to her thighs, stepping between her legs and gripping her hips. He licked his lips and tilted his head slightly to look her in the eye. "How long have we been doing this? It feels like forever…"
Brennan smirked and grasped Booth's biceps. "No, Booth, forever is a silly and inaccurate estimation of time. It's only been four weeks and three days. Not forever."
He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her frank response. It was cute, though. That was his Bones, and he wouldn't have her any other way. "How long do you think we'll have to keep doing it?"
Bones shrugged and brought her hands up to his broad shoulders, pulling him slightly more toward her. "Until your bosses realize they can't afford to have us separated."
Booth took a deep breath and nodded. There was no telling how long it would take for that to happen or how long they would be able to keep their relationship a secret from their friends. It was trying at time, and more often than not he'd caught himself starting to reach for her hand or smile at her that certain way in front of their colleagues; a sure fire way to blow their cover.
There were no regrets, however, and he wouldn't trade what's happened between them for anything in the world. The hardest part was keeping it a secret from Parker for fear of him spilling the beans on accident. He was only a child, after all. He looked forward to the day when he could tell his son the truth and see the boy's excitement.
For now, though, he would enjoy the company and secret rendezvous with the amazing woman who was currently sliding the belt out of his pant loops.
He chuckled again, Brennan noted, just the way she liked.
"You can't wait until tonight?" he asked, but clearly not fighting it.
Brennan smiled and unzipped his pants, quickly reaching in and giving him a firm squeeze, watching is face change as she did so. "I just need a little something to hold me over until after dinner…"
Booth looked over his shoulder at the closed and covered door, and then clenched his jaw as she squeezed his member for the second time. He looked back down at her and couldn't help the slight thrusting motion of his hips as she pumped him into a lust-filled frenzy.
"You're not afraid someone will walk in on us?" he asked as he snaked a hand into her hair, pulling her lips to his for a quick heated kiss.
"The possibility of being caught excites me, and thus makes the whole experience that much more enjoyable," she said breathless and red-lipped after their kiss.
Booth loved how unabashed she was about sexuality and loved that she would pretty much allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. She liked to experiment. She was amazing and he'd made it his own mission to keep her satisfied in any way possible.
He took a deep breath and quickly dropped to his knees, pushing her legs further apart and slipping his hands up her bare thighs. He figured it was no coincidence she chose a skirt over pants today.
Brennan smiled brightly as he slipped his fingers under the cotton crotch of her panties and pulled back, letting go and listening to the smack as it snapped back into place over her center. She gasped at his action and quickly smiled when it sent a wave of tingles up her spine. Booth knew how to get her excited and lucky for her he also knew not to keep her waiting.
Booth pulled the crotch of her panties aside and immediately dove in, running his tongue from bottom to top only stopping to suckle on her clit before starting over again.
She sucked in an unsteady breath and ran her fingers through his hair, lolling her head back as she let the pleasure pulse through her body. She was still amazed at what a thrill it was to be with him like this. Every time felt like the first time with him.
Booth continued to lap at her, stopping every few seconds to bite and suck on her clit. It was a rhythm he knew worked well. She would want her release soon and need the rest of him for it, which was perfect because he couldn't wait much longer for his.
Her breathing was quicker now, and she fought to keep her eyes open as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Looking down at him was like throwing gas on a fire, and after only a few moments of his ministrations she needed more.
She pushed him backwards as she jumped forward off her desk, accidentally knocking a picture frame over and shattering it on the hard floor. Neither of them took notice.
"How do you want me?" Brennan asked, rubbing her hands along his chest as he stood.
Booth smirked and wiped some of her stray juices from the corner of his mouth.
In the lounge Angela heard glass shatter from inside Brennan's office and she immediately stood up. "Okay!" she exclaimed with her hands in front of her.
Hodgins and Zack just stared at her with matching surprised expressions.
"They are throwing things at each other now! I'm going down there and putting my two cents in because this has got to stop…"
Brennan bent over her desk and looked over her shoulder at Booth, smirking. He stood behind her, hair tousled, suit jacket thrown on the floor, pumping his shaft which protruded through his unzipped pants, waiting for her.
"Come on, Booth," she egged with a smile and a wiggle of her ass. Booth smiled right back and wasted no time as he quickly thrust into her, eliciting a throaty moan from the woman beneath him.
Booth's eyes squinted shut as her heat scorched him from the inside out. One, two, then three slow thrusts to get used to the heat and tightness surrounding him and he was off hammering into her like there was no tomorrow.
Brennan had to hold onto the desk and press herself back into him to keep from moving the entire desk and creating noise. Their grunts and the slapping of their bodies was all that could be heard as Booth drove into her, quickly sending her over the edge.
He had stimulated her so well before that all it took to send her into orgasmic bliss was a few hard thrusts and his sac smacking her clit from behind. Her eyes screwed shut and her body went rigid as her center pulsed all around him, squeezing and milking him as he continued to take her from behind.
The rhythm and pressure of her orgasm were perfect, though, and before he could stop himself or pull out he was shooting his seed deep into her womb. His pace began to slow as he tried to catch his breath.
Brennan swallowed hard and pressed her cheek down on the hard surface of her desk in an attempt to cool herself. That was the fastest she had ever climaxed with the help of another person before, and just as the phrase I could get used to this passed through her mind the office door swung open.
Brennan's head shot up, Booth froze, and Angela halted with her mouth hanging open at the sight in front of her.
"Angela!" Brennan shouted.
Angies face turned beet red and she quickly looked behind her to make sure no one in the lab could see inside. Luckily no one could.
Booth was mortified, but afraid to move from his current position buried deep inside Bones for fear of Angela seeing any more of him than she already had.
Ang quickly recovered and put her hand on her hip, motioning towards the broken frame on the floor with the other. "Well at least you two aren't killing each other in here, because that's what we all thought."
Brennan pulled her skirt down over her backside as Booth quickly pulled out and turned away to tuck himself back in his pants and straighten himself out. Brennan shook her head at her friend. "Ang, please don't-"
"Oh don't worry, sweetie, I won't say anything to anyone, but you so owe me an explanation and are going to fill me in later," she smirked as she turned to leave, eyeing Booth up and down once he turned around, fully covered.
Temperance couldn't help but smile, though she tried to hide it as she stood up straight and smoothed her skirt down. Booth cleared his throat and began looping his belt back into his pants.
Just before Angela closed the door behind her she turned and stuck her head back in. "Oh and you might wanna crack a window and spritz a little something in here. It reeks of sex in this room," she said and closed the door behind her, leaving them alone once again.
Booth buckled his belt and threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "Well, that's just great. Our cover's blown now," he said putting one hand on his hip and pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "That's the last time I ever have sex in public."
Brennan chuckled and stepped into her once discarded underwear, pulling them up over her heels and her calves and situating them back to where they should be. "She won't tell anybody what she saw."
"How can you be so sure? Angela loves to gossip about stuff like this…"
She could see he was worked up and nervous so she walked over and pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing her way across his jaw line to his lips. "She won't tell because I know too many occasions where she has snuck around with men in this very building. Besides, she knows if she tells then I won't give her the juicy details she craves."
Booth felt reassured, but still embarrassed. He wouldn't be able to look Angela in the eye for a few weeks, at least. But, when it came down to Angela knowing intimate details about his sex life with Bones or all of the Jeffersonian and FBI knowing… needless to say he was all for Angela getting her vicarious thrill.
"We can't risk that happening again. That was way too close for comfort. What if it had been someone other than Angela? What if it had been Hodgins… what if it had been Zack?"
Brennan laughed as she fixed his hair then pushed him off, shaking her head and grabbing a bottle of room spray out of her desk drawer.
Booth continued. "He probably would have sat down to study us… note pad, recorder and all…" he mumbled as he fixed his tie and slipped his jacket back on.
"Stop it," she scolded with a smile. "Don't make fun of Zack, he's my most valuable intern. He can't help that he's sexually inexperienced…"
Booth watched as she spritzed some room refresher around the office and opened the window just a crack. She looked beautiful after sex… all smiley and flushed. He wished she would look that way all the time. In fact, he made it his goal to keep her looking that way every weekend.
She bent down to pick up the broken picture frame and felt his eyes on her, causing her to blush more. She'd never had anyone just watch her like Booth did. "You should probably go before anyone else wanders in here to find out what we're doing. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up," she said with a pointed look at his crotch.
Booth nodded and walked over to her, holding a hand out to help her stand. "Yeah, you probably should, too," he said as he leaned in to give her a quick kiss. "You wouldn't want any other interns looking at your legs going, Dr. Brennan, what is that white gooey substance running down your thighs?"
She laughed and punched him in the shoulder, sending him staggering backwards with a smile on his face. "That's disgusting," she blushed and Booth leaned in for one last kiss goodbye.
"I'll see you tonight," he said before grabbing the empty file folder off her couch and forcing the smile off his face. Temperance watched as he took a deep breath in then let it out before exiting her office in the mood he'd come in.
Up in the lounge Angela watched as Booth left Brennan's office, casually looking around at the others to be sure no one heard or saw anything. Once he was out of the lab Angela smiled and turned, plopping back down in her seat across from her other colleagues.
"Everything okay?" Hodgins asked, eyeing her warily as she continued to smirk.
She looked up and nodded, forcing herself to act normal. "Oh yeah," she said taking a sip of water and looking down at the office door in time to see her best friend sneak out and head toward the restroom. "When I walked in they were… working it out."
Hodgins eyed her once more before nodding and turning his attention back to his lunch.
Angela smiled once again and picked up her sketch pad, breathing a sigh of relief. "Everything is perfect…"
A/N: I had to mix in some comedy with my smut. Let me know what you thought of it. This story is now complete. Thank you everyone for reviewing!