A/N: A million apologies for the delay in posting. I'm trying to make up for my terribly, terribly looong breaks between postings by giving you a chapter that's twice as long as previous chapters AND full of smut! Finally! To view the M+ rated version (aka the original version) of this story, please visit my website - www(dot)lauradugan(dot)com or visit bonesfiction(dot)com. This chapter is dedicated to Carrie, my fabulous editor who is wonderful beyond words, and to Micki, who came up with several ideas for secrets. Both of these women encouraged my writing and put up with me when I said I was going to deliver... and didn't. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited the story, and/or favorited me. I really appreciate it! I will respond to everyone who gives me a way to respond - it just might take some time. See a trend here?
On a side note, I am NOT a fan of sex words. You know, terms for "those parts". I don't know why, but none of them float my boat, writer-wise. I settled for the least bothersome, from my perspective... but check out the end note to think of how I referred to them internally! I'm not posting them here, because as you read, every time you reach one of those words, you'll crack up. At least I did. But then I'm 12.
You're in my arms, and all the world is gone
He blinked his eyes in the dark of the bedroom, confused for a moment as to his surroundings. He rolled from his back to his side, his gaze taking in both Brennan's sleeping form and the clock glowing over her shoulder. It was just past midnight. He'd fallen asleep. He had planned to give his Bones the greatest night of her life and fell asleep instead. Some stud he was.
Brennan shifted, rolling onto her back, her arm landing with a thump across his face. Booth groaned, but she didn't stir.
"Bones," he whispered. Nothing. "Bones!" he spoke louder. He heard more than saw her blink, felt her return to consciousness.
"What?" she asked, groggily.
"We fell asleep."
"That's what one typically does when tired and in a bed."
Right. She had no knowledge of his plan. "I'm hungry."
"You woke me up from sound sleep to tell me you're hungry?"
He heard amusement mixed with disbelief in her tone. That was good. "I suppose I could just have a Bones snack," he smirked.
"A what?" She pulled herself up on her elbows so she could look closer at him.
She found herself in her previous position seconds later, however, as Booth pushed her back on the pillow, nibbling on her neck. She gasped in surprise as warmth flooded her body. When his hands found their way under her camisole, she shrieked and pushed him away.
"Your hands are freezing!"
Booth chuckled. "Sorry." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm still hungry," he continued, as he closed the space between them again.
Brennan placed her hands on his chest, keeping him at bay. "I have pie."
Booth raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
She nodded. "I had thought we would all come back here after dinner."
"But you don't like pie."
"I don't like fruit pie. I got a chocolate peanut butter pie. It looked like something I'd enjoy."
Booth rolled off her and into a standing position on the floor. He grabbed her hand. "Come on, Bones! Pie!"
Brennan stood, a wary expression on her face. "You know, Booth, it seems to me that you like pie more than you like kissing me." The words were out of her mouth before she realized the potential consequences and her stomach dropped at the predatory gleam in his eyes.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but that only offered Booth easy access as he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue sought hers as he kissed with his entire being, making her feel as though she was being devoured.
A blissful eternity later he pulled back, leaving Brennan slack-jawed and surprisingly wobbly. Any man who could kiss like that most certainly deserved a "cocky" belt buckle. A wave of dizziness hit her and she took a large, gulping breath, thinking, "Oh, yes, inhale follows exhale."
Booth savored the moment; the rarity of seeing Temperance Brennan caught completely off-guard was not lost on him. When her breathing steadied and her eyes re-focused, he moved toward her. His voice husky, he said, "You know I always go for seconds."
But Brennan was back. "Pie's in the refrigerator." Booth grinned and draped his arm around her shoulders as they headed into the kitchen.
Brennan took out the pie while Booth grabbed a plate, knife, and fork. He cut a generous slice and set it on the plate, taking a large bite. He murmured appreciatively as the velvety mix of chocolate and peanut butter touched his tongue. "Perfect."
"Where's mine?" Brennan asked, Booth's overjoyed expression preventing her from being too irritated. That, and the prospect of tasting the pie directly from Booth's mouth.
Grinning, he gathered up a forkful of pie and held it to her lips. Just before she opened her mouth, Booth pulled the fork back. She looked at him quizzically. "What?"
"Do you remember what Sweets said pie meant?"
Brows furrowed, she responded, "I seem to recall that, relating to us, he viewed it as a euphemism for sex, but why…" She was interrupted as Booth brought the pie back to her mouth. She took the bite and smiled appreciatively.
"We just ate from the same piece of pie."
"Yes…" Brennan replied, wondering why Booth was stating the obvious.
"So, does that mean we had sex?"
She quickly followed his train of thought, shaking her head at the proud smile on his face that remained even as he ate another large forkful. Brennan covered the pie and returned it to the fridge. She turned back to face Booth and eyed the nearly-empty plate. She scooped up some of the filling with her finger and wiped it on Booth's nose.
"Absolutely not," she finally spoke, leaving him in the kitchen as she returned to the bedroom.
Booth had never imagined those two words could sound so seductive.
He dropped the plate into the sink and swiped at his face with a paper towel. He caught his reflection in the window and grinned. God, the woman was irresistible.
She was in bed, curled on her side and facing away from him, by the time he returned to the bedroom. She appeared asleep, unmoving in the stillness of the room. He shrugged out of his undershirt before climbing in beside her.
For Brennan, it was taking all of her strength to maintain a façade of self-control, especially as he slipped under the covers behind her. She kept her breathing slow and even, while just the nearness of him set her heart racing.
She felt wholly consumed by a passion that she had refused to acknowledge for so long. She had carefully defined her relationship with Booth in terms she could quantify, words she could compute: co-worker, partner, friend. Her grasp on her life, her reality, seemed tenuous. She was miles above herself, about to fall. Would he catch her before she hit the ground?
She felt his warm lips on her shoulder. The brief contact – not even a second – sent sparks straight to her core and raised goose bumps on her skin. She heard Booth laugh low and amazingly seductive at the visible reaction to his touch.
His lips brushed her shoulder, traveling to the nape of her neck where he languidly caressed her skin with kisses. She moaned. Encouraged, Booth wrapped his arm around her, bringing it to rest low on her belly, where her skin was warm to the touch. He moved forward so their bodies fit as one.
Other than the small moan, which had broken forth unbidden, Brennan hadn't made a sound, hadn't made a move. She lived in a dreamlike state, not quite believe that was Booth she was feeling, hard behind her.
His mouth returned to her neck, his lips skimming her skin, stopping just below her ear. She felt his breath on her skin, her goose bumps doubling.
"Tell me a secret, Bones," he whispered.
"What?" Her voice rand out loud and incredulous in the silence of the bedroom.
"Your poem," he reminded her, and she was glad he couldn't see her blush. "I want to know all of your secrets." He could feel her stiffen, but he refused to loosen his hold. He wouldn't let her run. Not now.
"I told you. I don't have any secrets."
"Everyone has secrets."
"Fine. Then you tell me one."
"I asked you first."
"And I refuse to answer."
Booth sighed, but wasn't really upset. A quick acquiescence from his Bones would take the fun out of their relationship. "Okay. I can't sleep in an unmade bed. The sheets have to be neat before I get in."
"That's not a secret, that's fastidiousness," Brennan countered.
"But it's something you didn't know," he insisted. "Your turn."
She thought for a moment. "I don't like thongs."
"What?" Booth chuckled.
"Angela is always trying to get me to wear them, and I've tried several styles, but I just think they're uncomfortable. I'd rather go without underwear."
"I'd rather you go without underwear, too."
Brennan opened her mouth to reply, but was distracted by Booth's hand, which was inching further down her stomach. The tips of his fingers dipped below the waist of her pajamas and she inhaled sharply. She felt delirious with lust. And yet it was like Booth was the first man to have ever touched her. A part of her felt she should stop him, but that part grew smaller and smaller with each passing second. It was Booth, after all: her partner, her friend. His lips ran along the fluttering vein in her neck, his tongue darting out to feel the pulse beneath her skin. She bit her lower lip to keep herself from losing all control of her senses.
It was Booth. The man she had wanted… quite possibly from the first moment she saw him. He initially infuriated her, yes, but she'd been attracted to him even then. And now, so many years and meaningful moments later, she ached for him with her entire body. She ached for him with her heart.
The intensity of the situation began to overtake her. She breathed in and out slowly, forcing herself to talk. "Tell me another secret."
Booth rested his chin on her shoulders, sensing her tense muscles, and gave in to her unasked question for a reprieve. He slid his hand back to rest on her stomach. "You're not the only one who's written a book."
"You wrote a book?" she asked, surprise evident in her voice.
"Yeah. A children's book. It's not published or anything. I wrote it for Parker and he illustrated it."
Brennan shifted so she could look into his eyes. "That is the sweetest thing I've ever heard."
He saw such unabashed wonder and admiration in her eyes he felt himself blushing. "Your turn," he said, attempting to draw the attention off of himself and back to her.
She turned back on her side. "I alphabetize my spice rack."
"And I'm fastidious?"
She elbowed him gently and he retaliated by once again slipping his hand beneath her pajamas, this time teasing the elastic on her underwear.
He heard a swallowed gasp, but received no other response. He knew she wanted him. If she didn't, she would have made him aware of that fact some time ago. And he never would have been so physically brash. Something was holding her back.
Unsure of how to proceed, he withdrew his hand, hugging her to him gently.
After a minute of silence, she spoke softly. "Do you want to hear another secret?" She didn't wait for a response. "I'm scared." She paused for a second before continuing, her speech rapid. "But I don't know why. It's not like I've never done this before."
"We don't have to do anything, Bones." He knew how much it took for her to open herself up like that. The last thing he wanted to do was add to her fear and insecurities. He let his words sink in before he continued. "I think you're scared because you know this is more than sex – more than 'satisfying biological urges' – and you're not sure how to process that. The truth is, I'm scared, too."
"Of course. Making love changes everything, and I can't lose what we already have together. And the truth is…" he paused. "My big secret is I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you."
Her head turned an inch toward him. "Not even Rebecca?"
"Not Rebecca. No one."
"Yeah." He felt years younger getting that out in the open, especially since Brennan was still in his arms. She hadn't run; she hadn't retreated into herself. She…
What? He sat bolt-upright and looked down at her, eyes wide. "What?"
She looked mildly amused. "You're not going to make me say it again, are you?"
"You didn't say it in the first place."
"Neither did you."
Booth couldn't have been more surprised if she'd slapped him. He sat there, mouth agape, at the three little words that still went unsaid and yet hung loudly in the room. He was about to speak when Brennan silenced him with a finger pressed gently to his lips.
"Booth, I'm done with words. I don't want you to tell me. I want you to show me."
Just when he thought she couldn't possibly be any sexier. He tossed a quick "thank you" heavenwards for having been given the gift of Temperance Brennan in his life.
He lowered himself slowly, taking his time in bringing his lips to hers, kissing her softly. As she opened her mouth to him, the kiss increased in urgency and only stopped when they were breathless.
Booth kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, to her shoulder, where he gently lowered the silk camisole strap. He drew his lips across to the other shoulder and repeated the process, all the while memorizing every minute detail of her skin.
He continued his journey, kissing down her sternum, his hand teasing her nipple through the silky fabric. Her back arched in response and Booth grew harder, realizing that though she was fully clothed, he had never been so turned on in his life.
He kissed her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he slid his hands under her top. He could barely tell where the silken fabric stopped and her silken skin began. He straddled her, pulling her toward him as he sat up, and removed her top in one fluid motion.
He kissed her again, crushing her to him, and Brennan felt an overwhelming sense of amazement that he first wanted to hold her, not ogle her. Was this love?
She wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers over the well-defined muscles of his back. He tangled his fingers in her hair, gently tugging her neck back so he could spread kisses across her neck. She kissed his shoulder, his clavicle, his neck, before they both pulled back. Their eyes met, and the intensity in that look stole their breath away. Brennan reached out to cup Booth's cheek, and any lasts doubts or fears scattered like dandelion dust in the wind.
Booth lowered her down on the bed and kissed her nose, eyelids, cheeks. Her hands explored the curve of his spine, the hairs at the back of his neck, the smooth skin behind his ears. Four years in the making, and neither felt the need to rush.
His right palm found her left nipple while he kissed down her bare chest. His tongue mapped the contours of one areola while he gently pinched the other. She groaned and shifted her hips beneath him, coming into brief contact with his hardness. It was his turn to groan, the vibrations tantalizing her as his lips closed over her nipple.
He repeated the process, cupping her other breast as he licked and sucked the sensitive nub. He lifted up slightly and sighed contentedly before raising up on his palms. He looked down at her appreciatively. Her face was lightly flushed, hair tousled around her face, and he swore her lips, though unmoving, called to him to kiss them.
"God, Bones, you're beautiful. Have I told you that before?"
She smiled up at him. "Yes, but not like this. No one has called me beautiful that way – meaning more than superficial beauty."
Booth broke into a large grin. "It appears you have learned to read people, Temperance Brennan. You don't give yourself enough credit."
"You really think so? I think I'm just getting better at reading you."
"So what am I saying?" He gave her his best sexy smile.
She reached up to him with one hand, clutching it around his neck. With the other hand, she quietly reached for her destination, squeezing gently upon finding it.
He jumped. "Jesus, Bones, a little warning here!"
She grinned. "Well, it's what you want. And it's what I want. What I want to know is what it feels like to have you inside of me."
An animalistic noise emerged from deep inside Booth's throat.
His mouth was on hers in no time. She ran her hands down his back and slipped then beneath his boxers so she could squeeze his firm ass.
Booth used his tongue to bring both of Brennan's nipples to full points before descending lower and lower. He circled her belly button, dipped his tongue into the center, and continued his trail southward. He reached the top of the tantalizing pajama pants...
Booth shot up. "What's wrong?"
Brennan smiled at his concern. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to see you."
"You already saw me," he commented, wryly.
"Not like this," she smirked.
Booth rolled off the bed and stood. He slipped out of his boxers and shrugged nonchalantly. As Brennan's eyes took in every detail, Booth felt a burst of male pride, especially when her eyes widened with lust at the size of his erect penis.
Brennan got out of the bed and stood before him. She placed her hands on his pecks, fingers roaming, tweaking his nipples. She brought her lips to his skin, exploring, tasting. When she reached that spot near his shoulder, she paused. She traced the outline of the scar with her fingers first, then lightly kissed the raised skin.
"Hurt is different as an adult," she said softly, speaking to the wound, not meeting Booth's eyes. "When my parents left, it was terrible: an all-over sense of grief and sadness. But there was always a niggle of hope, because as far as I knew, they were still alive. But with you, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of me. I couldn't breathe. I worked because staring at bones kept me from thinking about you. Kept me breathing." She paused and finally looked up at him to see sadness and sorrow on his face. "As angry as I was for not knowing the truth, I was relieved, because if you were alive, I could breathe. Finally, I was alive, too. And ever since then... ever since then I've wanted you to show me." She pushed both her underwear and pajama pants to the floor in one smooth gesture. "Make love to me."
He placed his hands on her waist, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her lips, knowing now was not the time for more words.
She climbed into bed first, Booth close behind. He was surprised when she pushed his shoulder, indicating he should lie down, but he acquiesced. She kissed him passionately, tongues dueling. Brennan ended the kiss to use her lips to kiss her way down his chest, followed by the fine hair that led to her goal.
She gently wrapped her hand around Booth's cock, feeling it pulse as she slowly stroked the underside. Booth gasped. "You know..." Brennan said, softly, "I think you've earned the belt buckle. I may have to get you one that says 'you have to see it to believe it'." Her brow furrowed. "Though I don't think I want to encourage anyone other than me to do so."
Booth laughed. "So it's not some alpha male positioning thing?"
"This is incontrovertible proof you are meant to be the alpha male. Anthropologically, you'd be the most desirable male and your virility would be fought over by many women."
"Well, that's too bad because you're the only woman I want."
Brennan stopped her ministrations to look at him with wonder and something akin to doubt in her eyes. "You really mean that, don't you?"
He stroked her cheek. "Monogamy happens when you've found the perfect person."
"You think I'm perfect?"
"I think you're perfect for me."
Brennan's smile lit her face and all traces of doubt vanished from her eyes. Never once had she imagined she'd feel such joy by having someone say that to her. Never had she imagined someone would want to say that to her. And for the millionth time that night, Booth couldn't believe that he'd found his perfection.
She resumed stroking Booth slowly, his eyes closed in pure ecstasy. Brennan took the opportunity to shift positions, kneeling between his legs. The second she took him into her mouth, he inhaled sharply and exhaled a muttered, "Oh, Bones," with such tenderness it made her core melt. She continued exploring with her tongue, teasing the head and stroking the underside.
Booth felt the tension building in his body, enjoying every move she made. As she used her tongue to circle around his head, he knew, working off of at least five hours of sexual tension, that he was close.
"Oh, God, Bones..." His voice sounded strangled to his own ears.
She could feel him tensing; feel an even greater hardness. She increased her speed further, and took him in as far as she could. She knew he had seconds to go. "Bones... God, I..." Words ceased until the wave passed and he lie, spent, panting heavily. He raised his arms, surprised he had enough energy for even that small movement, and Brennan crawled on top of him. He kissed her deeply, then held her to his chest, loving the weight of her on him, loving the feel of her bare skin aligning with his. He kissed the top of her head, wanting to say something, anything, but still unable to catch his breath.
Brennan felt his heart pounding rapidly beneath her and chuckled. "I didn't wear you out, did I?"
"I'll respond to that as soon as I'm done having this heart attack."
Her laugh caught in her throat as Booth suddenly flipped her over, effectively pinning her beneath him. "Don't give up on me yet," he smirked. She snaked her arms around his waist, pulling him on top of her, a thousand sensations dancing across her skin. She loved the warmth, the heaviness of him and felt she could sleep there, cocooned forever.
Raising himself up on his forearms, Booth nibbled her chin, kissed her nose, darted his tongue into the hollow of her neck. Her hips flicked upward and she was rewarded with semi-hardness pushing back. The man had stamina – that was certain.
He drew back, their eyes connecting before he brought his lips down to hers. There were no pretenses as their tongues immediately began exploring. Booth moaned into her mouth as Brennan gave a quick tug on his tongue. He nibbled on her lower lip, then ran his tongue along the area as a calming salve.
She groaned, from deep within, as he ventured down her body. He used his tongue to draw concentric circles around her nipples, causing her to writhe beneath him until he reached the target. He sucked the nub, then nibbled lightly, and she gasped, again thrusting upward. He repeated the process on the other breast, her agitation increasing. She lifted her hips off the bed, attempting to gain some friction against him. Just as she seemed to gain ground, he stymied her release by rising up so he could shift further downward.
Her groan this time was not in pleasure but in frustration as Booth very slowly trailed kisses across her abdomen. He hadn't intended to tease her but it was irresistible. It was a power struggle that he had to win.
He circled her belly button and moved lower. He could smell her desire and it was intoxicating. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to lose. He kissed to the tip of her pubic bone, stopping just short of the curly tendrils that ran in a neat strip down the middle of her sex. The frustrated near-roar from her rocked him to his core. It took all of his willpower not to climb on top of her and thrust for all he was worth.
As he ventured further downward, he hovered over her. He lay on the bed, wrapping his arms around the tops of her thighs, pulling her tantalizingly close. He turned his head slightly and kissed the inside of her thigh just inches from where he longed to be and that finally broke her.
"Booth! Damn it!" she yelled. "Now. I need you now."
Ah, victory. Now for him; soon for her.
He brought himself millimeters from her, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. He explored her folds as she sighed contentedly, her hands winding their way through his hair. She bucked against him, moaning loudly. Her walls twitched against him and he knew she had to be close. He focused his attention on her bundle of nerves, flicking it with his tongue. She withdrew her hands from his hair to clutch wildly at the sheets. A strangled cry erupted from her as her walls spasmed as she came. As she came down from her orgasm, drawing large, gasping breaths, he dragged his teeth across the sensitive nub quickly inserting his fingers into her, pressing upward. She immediately came again, crying out, "Oh, God!" Booth was shocked by the ferocity of her second orgasm, her slick walls clamping down against him.
When she finally relaxed, he placed a sweet kiss on the inside of each thigh before climbing up to lay beside her. She was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling at increased speed. He watched her with a smug grin on his face, her glassy expression failing to notice. As she caught her breath, she blinked in rapid succession as if coming back from a faraway place.
"I… I…" she stammered. "How did you do that?"
Booth chuckled. "One of those things I read about but never tried."
She turned to face him, a curious expression on her face. "Feel free to read more and try it all out on me." She exhaled slowly. "No one… I've never… That was…"
"Wow. Temperance Brennan is speechless? Tell me there's some sort of award for that."
She rolled on top of him, straddling his waist, his fully-erect hardness nearly touching her core. Nearly. "Oh, I can think of an award for sexing me speechless."
"Sexing you speechless? I like that," Booth interrupted.
Brennan smiled. "I figure I can at least return the favor."
She leaned down and kissed him, slow and seductive, tasting herself on his tongue. She reached between them and took hold of him, positioning it at her entrance. She pulled back from him, and lowered herself until she engulfed him fully. She gasped at the sensation of having him inside of her and nearly came from how perfectly they fit.
Their eyes met and she could see Booth felt exactly what she did. "Is this…" she began, softly, feeling almost shy, "Is this what it means when people say they're made for each other?"
Booth smiled, reaching up to stroke her cheek. "I think so, in part. You also have to fit here." He lowered his hand to her quick-beating heart.
She placed a hand over his heart as she began to slowly raise herself, reveling in the feel of every inch of him. Booth met her movements with thrusts of his own and they settled into an easy rhythm, their pace increasing in tandem. She closed her eyes and concentrated only on the moment.
He seemed to grow harder within her, feeling every minute detail of her core. He felt himself growing closer toward orgasm and studied her face, sensing she was close as well. Her eyes popped open, revealing a dusky blue he'd never witnessed before. Her entire self seemed to live in those eyes and as her eyes met his, he knew she was giving herself over to him. He wrapped his arm around her neck and brought her to him, kissing her deeply, neither ceasing in their momentum.
The new position brought increased friction to her already sensitive core and she drew back from the kiss, gasping at the sensation. She tightened her muscles around him and it was his turn to gasp as he murmured a throaty, "Oh, Bones…"
Their pace reached a feverish pitch. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting as much of her to be touching him as possible all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers.
"Oh… I…" she panted, feeling sparks warming her from the inside out.
She closed her eyes but Booth wouldn't have it. "Bones," he whispered. Her eyes flew open, nearly manic with desire. "Come for me."
It was like an explosion went off inside her, sending fireworks to every nerve ending. She clamped down around him, consuming him, and he came with a ferocity which he had never experienced before.
They quaked together, forming a bond that made their already firm relationship unbreakable.
She collapsed atop him, their bodies slick with sweat, both breathing heavily.
After minutes of silence, their hearts began to calm and oxygen found its way back to the other seemingly less important parts of their bodies.
"I think we proved it," she said, drawing Booth out of a sleeplike stupor.
"You really can break the laws of physics."
Those words: kaslapus (thank you, Chelsea Handler) for the girls, and boing boing for the boys. Hee! I just wish there were better choices! Am I the only one who feels this way???
And you know me, folks. I'm not even venturing a guess as to when the next chapter will be posted, but I cannot express how much I appreciate your patience! My readers are the BEST!