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Chapter Five – The Next Morning
Booth woke up the next morning as the sun was rising outside. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times as he adjusted to being awake. His first thought that morning was that his bed felt a hell of a lot different than he remembered it.
Then the brunette curls and milky white skin in front of him came into focus, and he remembered that he was still on Brennan's couch. He watched her peacefully breathe in and out as he quickly remembered what had happened the night before.
About fifteen minutes into the movie, Brennan had rolled onto her back to look up at him. After leaning into a very uncomfortable position to reach her lips and kiss her some more, they had gone back to watching her favorite childhood film. Around the time Dorothy and the gang reached Emerald City, Booth realized that she had fallen asleep, her head still in his lap. He had shifted her head onto a pillow and lay down behind her, slinging an arm over her waist. Before the movie was over, he had joined her in a deep and serene slumber.
Sometime throughout the night, he noticed, she had switched positions and was now facing him instead of the television set. He reached over Brennan carefully and grabbed the remote from the table to hit the power button before turning his attention back to the girl in his arms.
As he considered how angry she'd be if he woke her up for a little mid-sunrise kissing, he admired how beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. Her hair fell around her relaxed face, and her chest strained against the purple fabric of her dress as she breathed deeply. He brushed some hair out of her face, and she snuggled into him in an act of unconscious response.
Booth felt his pants tighten as the long, slender legs tangled up with his moved against him. Brennan let out a little sigh of comfort and tried to roll over, unaware in her sleeping state that she wasn't on her bed. Booth reacted quickly and grabbed her before she fell off the couch. She woke up with a gasp.
"Booth?" she gasped.
"Yeah, I'm right here," he whispered.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
"You're a restless sleeper," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips.
She returned the kiss and secured her position on the couch. "What time is it?"
"A little after five," he replied. "The sun's coming up."
"It's early," she mumbled.
"Yes," he said, kissing her cheek.
"We fell asleep watching the movie," she concluded.
"You did," he said. "I just followed your lead."
She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his chest before leaning in for a deep, slow kiss. He instantly tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer to him.
"Good morning," she said when they pulled apart.
He smiled. "Good morning."
They immediately began kissing again, and he pulled her body as close to his as he could. Their kisses started off slow and sweet but soon became heated. While they kissed, Booth eased her shoulder off the couch so he could slide his suit jacket off her body. She let the coat fall to the floor and pulled his shirt from his waistband. Brennan began to slowly undo the buttons, letting her fingers caress his chest more and more with each opened button, and he firmly sucked on her lower lip.
"Do you have a condom?" she breathed as his lips began to caress her neck.
He stopped kissing her when he realized that he didn't. "Shit," he said.
She sighed. "I'll take that to mean you don't."
"You don't have any here?" he asked.
"It's not like I've needed them lately," she said. "Do you think I just keep them on hand? Besides, those things come in sizes, Booth."
"So what now?" he asked.
They each took a minute to think about it. Brennan looked into his eyes and said, "I've got birth control covered."
He smiled. "Of course you do."
"And I don't have any kind of sexually transmitted disease," she continued. "Do you?" He looked appalled that she would even ask that.
"No! Bones, no diseases here," he said. "I promise."
"So, logically, if we don't need to worry about getting pregnant or transmitting any kind of infection through sexual intercourse, we could…" she started.
"Do it anyway?" he asked.
Brennan nodded and looked into Booth's eyes, waiting for his response. He held her gaze for a few moments before leaning down to kiss her again. She finished removing his shirt and the tank top he wore underneath it, and his hands traveled to her back, tugging the zipper of her dress down its tracks. Brennan undid his pants and continued to kiss him as he dragged the strap of her dress over her shoulder.
Booth finally pulled his lips away from hers when he sat up to slide her dress and his own pants off their bodies. He remained sitting as his eyes traveled over the lacy, dark purple strapless bra and matching panties. He lay back down and rested a hand on her hip while placing gentle kisses to the top of her breasts.
"You look really sexy in that lingerie, Bones," he said, rubbing his thumb against the material of her panties.
"You can thank Angela for that," Brennan said.
"Why?" he chuckled, kissing her bare stomach.
"I swore I wouldn't sleep with a blind date on our first evening together, and she made me go to Victoria's Secret anyway," Brennan explained.
"Hmm," Booth said, his lips continuing their descent on her body. "Guess we'll have to thank Angela for a lot of things."
"I guess so," she agreed, pulling his head back up to kiss his mouth.
"And technically," he said, going back to kissing her stomach and hips. "This is our first morning together, not our first evening."
"True," Brennan realized, curling her fingers into his hair.
Booth stretched back out on the couch behind her, and they kissed for a long time as they finished undressing each other and ran their hands against the other's warm skin, memorizing the curves and contours of the other's bodies.
"Booth," Brennan said as she suddenly pulled away from him. "Do we have the right kind of connection?"
"For what?" he asked, completely confused.
"Making love," she answered. "You said that every once in a while two people meet and their connection is more than just physical."
"That's right," he said, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"It's just…I don't think I've ever experienced sex as making love before, and I was curious to know if that's what I'll be doing with you and if we have the right kind of relationship for that."
He kissed her softly as he realized she was worried about whether they'd be able to break the laws of physics together. "What do you think?" he whispered.
"I think we might, but I'm still not sure if I completely understand what it all means. What do you think?" she replied.
"We may not know for sure until it happens, but I think you and I will definitely be able to make love," he told her.
She smiled and began kissing him again. They kissed for several more minutes as he tenderly touched her breasts. Booth finally ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of him and shifting so he lay on his back.
"If we're gonna stay on the couch, you get on top, okay, baby?" he asked.
She leaned down and kissed him. "Okay, but don't call me baby."
He kissed her and smiled, deciding to annoy her a little bit. "Sorry, cupcake."
She laughed. "That's even worse!"
He stifled a mischievous chuckle and held onto her body, slowly stroking up and down her sides. "Well, princess, what would you like me to call you?"
"Why do you have to call me anything?"
"Because, sugar lips, I need a nickname for you."
"You've already given me a nickname," she said, kissing him again.
"I can't call you Bones now. Not while we're…being intimate," he said.
She laughed again. "Why not?"
"Because…it's not an intimate kind of nickname."
"Yes it is. Every other man in my life has called me Tempe, or, despite my protests, some variation of those awful pet names, and all of those other men have ended up hurting me or leaving me. You should call me something different, something nobody else ever has, because you're different," she said. "Use the nickname you've already given me."
Touched by her words, he leaned up and kissed her softly. He lay back down with a wicked grin on his face. "Can you say it? Just…for my own amusement."
She rolled her eyes. "I want you to call me Bones."
He laughed and clapped his hands together. "I knew you liked that name!"
She smiled. "It grew on me."
Booth looked up at her smiling face and noticed that the sunlight from the balcony window was framing her naked body, making her look like an angel. He grabbed her face and pulled her down, meeting her halfway for another kiss. As their lips and bodies came together, Booth decided that this was definitely the best semi-blind date he'd ever been on.
Some time later, while Booth was in the shower, Brennan walked in to her bedroom wearing nothing but the suit jacket she had slept in the night before. She began pulling clothes out of her closet, planning her work outfit for the day. She heard the shower go off across the hall and knew it was almost her turn for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Booth walked to her bedroom and stopped in the doorway when he saw that she wasn't wearing anything but his unbuttoned jacket. She was looking through her jewelry box, picking out a pair of earrings to go with the clothes lying across a chair. He left his towel on the floor outside her room and walked in.
"Hey," he whispered. She turned to face him, and he slipped his hands inside the jacket. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hands on her ass.
"Hey," she smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"What are you doing?" he asked, using his head to gesture towards her clothes.
"I have to go to work. It's seven. I'm usually at the Jeffersonian in half an hour."
"And what time does everyone else get there?" he asked.
"Cam's in by eight-thirty and likes everyone else to be there by nine," she said. "Why do you ask?"
"See? Nine…you've still got two hours!" he said, trailing his hands over her body. "Besides, be a little late. Making love with you is more important than either of us being prompt."
"It is, is it?" she replied, smiling playfully.
"Definitely," he smiled. "Ready for round two?"
"You'll need another shower," she pointed out as he slowly began to back her up towards her bed.
"I'm good with that," he said. He pushed the jacket off her body and laid her back onto the mattress. He placed his hands on the bed, one on each side of her, and hovered above her. "Round two?"
"Yes," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him firmly on the lips.
It was almost nine on the dot when Temperance Brennan finally walked in to the Jeffersonian Institute. She went straight to her office, as always. Cam checked her watch as Brennan arrived as Hodgins gave Brennan an unnoticed look of suspicion. Angela Montenegro was, of course, already sitting in Brennan's office, waiting for her arrival.
"Sweetie! Oh my gosh, where have you been?" Angela exclaimed as Brennan walked in. Angela was lounging on her couch.
"I'm on time," Brennan replied, hanging her coat on its rack by the door.
"No, for a normal person, you're barely on time. For my best friend, you're about two and a half hours late!" Angela said. "What did you do, Bren? Spend all morning making passionate love to Special Agent Sexy?"
Brennan looked at Angela. "Yes," she said simply.
Angela's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Wh…I was kidding. What?" she exclaimed.
"He liked the lingerie," Brennan said. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"Yeah," Brennan shrugged. "He said I looked sexy in it."
"No, not about that. Are you serious about the you and Booth having sex part?"
Brennan pulled on her lab coat and shot her friend a smile. "Good date equals late to work, right?"
I know the whole protection conversation before sex is often skipped in fanfiction or considered a killjoy, but I just think these two are way too smart and responsible to not discuss it beforehand, so I hope it didn't ruin the scene too much. And in case anyone was wondering, I had Booth jokingly call Brennan "cupcake" cuz that's what Ryan calls Tempe in Kathy Reichs's books.
Thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed, especially those of you who have reviewed every single chapter! How about one more review for old time's sake?