So... BONES pal Browner mentioned that in the spirit of Christmas that she thought I should write a holiday story, and I believe she said, and I quote, "pretty please, with naked Booth on top."
Well…I wasn't sure you see…did she mean that if I wrote the story, she would send me Booth, naked, on top? Mmmm…or did she want a story with naked Booth on top?
And then I thought…well, how about both?
(then turns out, she left me another comment stating she would never give up Booth to anyone else. As if! Haha).
This will be probably a two shot.
Set after the end of The Goop on the Girl.
Brennan smiled to herself as the pie and ice cream were served around the table. She held up her hand when Booth tried to put a slice of pie on her plate, but then smiled when he just shrugged and added 'her' piece to his.
She looked up to see Margaret smiling at her, and the smugness of it annoyed her slightly. Beyond the Benjamin Franklin quotes, what she despised was the sensation that her cousin seemed to know something she didn't. And when Brennan traced Margaret's gaze from herself to Booth, the annoyed feeling grew. Her own eyes moved toward her partner, but not without catching her dad's eye from the end of the table. His face matched the smug look, and it caused a warmth to flush against Brennan's neck, a warmth that had nothing to do with the wine in her glass.
"More ice cream, Bones?" Booth asked her, leaning over toward her plate with a forkful. Rather than speaking, Brennan just moved her plate closer to him. She didn't particularly want more ice cream, but there was a modicum of distraction provided by partaking in the same actions as everyone else around her table. That was what she had most dreaded about this evening. What had started as a simple dinner plan with her father had turned into a large family style dinner with just about everyone she knew.
But as she looked around the table, she couldn't help but smile a bit to herself, smug or not. She certainly wasn't an expert at reading minutiae, but it seemed as if everyone was having a good time.
Booth supposed he was staring, and he also supposed he didn't really give a damn. Hell, it was Christmas, and he'd pretty much resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to get anything, at all, and so just this once, he was going to reward himself. He'd been a good boy this year, God and his confessor knew. And so he let his eyes linger on his partner. She didn't know he was doing it, or if she did, then she was a lot cleverer than he gave her credit for.
She'd surprised him by wanting to go to the gravesite. But when he really, really thought about it, he shouldn't have been surprised. Because once Bones had something in her mind, she was fierce about seeing it to completion. So if she was in the mind to consider family, then it was no surprise that she'd be concerned about Mrs. Chevaleer being alone on Christmas.
Booth wondered if she felt the same ferocity toward his being alone on Christmas, and just the thought caused his heart to swell two sizes in his chest. He looked back down to his plate, and then glanced up just in time to catch Margaret's eyes on him. Damn, but she had some kind of discernment in those depths. Maybe it was just the blue tint to her eyes, or the slight way she cocked her neck to the side, but he couldn't help but smile, just a little bit. Bones thought there was no comparison? Well, in a way, she was right, no one…no one could ever compare to her, but come on…she had to admit there was at least some…resemblance, right?
"Well…Dr. Brennan" Cam was wiping her mouth with her napkin. "How can we help you clean up?"
Booth turned toward his partner who had already begun to stand to clear away her plate. "No, no…" she was saying. "You're my guests; no need for you to clean up. I'll take care of everything. Booth, you can bring in the serving bowls."
It was on the tip of his tongue to complain, but then he just rolled his eyes and reached across the table for the carton of ice cream. "Gee, Bones…thanks a million. Glad to know you don't consider me a guest."
He placed the lid back on the ice cream and shoved it into her freezer. When he turned back around, she was looking at him, a pensive crease to her brow. Booth's lips pursed to the side, and he tapped his fingers against his dark pants. "What?"
She blinked a couple of times, almost as if she wasn't even aware he was in the room with her. "Nothing…well, actually, there is something I wanted to tell you."
He could see it wasn't nothing, "Oh yeah?" he murmured. "Well, actually…there is something I've been meaning to ask you." Just as he leaned in closer to her, their shoulders brushing against one another, the rest of the dinner party entered the kitchen, each person carrying his or her plate.
Brennan's brow furrowed deeper and she placed her hands on her hips. "I thought my instructions were explicit. I do not wish for my guests to clean up after themselves. I will see to the clean up."
"Yeah" Booth snorted, "By making me do it, apparently."
Angela laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "You'll look great in an apron, baby."
Booth shook his head and then leaned in to kiss Angela on the cheek. "Good night, Angela."
The artist smiled and then walked over to give Brennan a hug before she made her way toward the front door. "Good night everyone. Merry Christmas."
Each of the rest of the guests called back in response. Hodgins cleared his throat and rubbed his nose with the knuckle of his index finger. "Well, I guess I might just be in the way here. Um…Merry Christmas, everyone."
Booth shook his hand, and then walked Hodgins toward the front door. Brennan watched as Booth also shook hands with Sweet and kissed Daisy on the cheek before the young couple left.
And she watched as he helped Cam and Michelle with their winter coats, kissing each of them on the cheek as well before they left. Just as they were about to walk about the door, Cam stood on her tiptoes and whispered something into Booth's ear that made him blush a bit, but then smile and shoo them out the door.
And as she watched, Max watched her from his place near the dining room table.
Booth rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and clapped his hands once. "Okay, so what can I do to help?"
Brennan opened her mouth to answer, but then Max stepped between them. "Nothing, Booth. You've done enough. In fact, Margaret and I were just saying that we'll be happy to do all of the clean up, since we're staying here and everything. Right Margaret?"
She nodded. "Well done is better than well said."
When she was met with silence, she cleared her throat. "I would be happy to help."
Booth chuckled and then walked over toward her, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Margaret; it was nice to meet you." He turned then and nodded to Max, shaking his hand. "Max…"
The older man nodded and smiled, clasping Booth on the shoulder for one moment. Booth nodded and cleared his throat and then turned toward his partner.
She ran her hands down her sides and motioned with her head toward her front door. Brennan watched as Booth pulled on his long black wool coat. Her cheek fairly tingled in anticipation of what she considered to be an obvious course of action on Booth's part. The evidence suggested that before Booth stepped out of her apartment, he would likely lean over and kiss her on the cheek, and Brennan found that she felt an expectancy for this very thing.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, he leaned in her doorway, shoving his hands into his coat pocket. "It was a great party, Bones."
His words were also pleasing and Brennan nodded, moving an inch closer toward him. The light from the Christmas tree landed in prisms of intricate designs around them, and for a second, Brennan felt the foolish feeling of standing in the middle of a church, the stained glass windows refracting and welcoming in light with color.
Booth pulled in a deep breath and then lifted two fingers up to his forehead in a small salute. "I'll see you, Bones. Merry Christmas."
Confused, Brennan merely lifted her hand in return. "Merry Christmas, Booth," she remembered to repeat just before she closed her door behind him.
When she turned around, she saw a flurry of activity and realized that her cousin and her father had been spying on her. Feeling annoyed, she walked back into the kitchen and quickly began to run a sink full of water. Her cheeks felt cold and hot at the same time, both exposed and yet untouched. Why…
"It was a perfect dinner, Temperance." Max moved to stand beside her and handed her the dishsoap. "You should be proud."
Brennan frowned. "Perfection is an unattainable construct, and it would be impossible to feel pride over such a thing."
"Right, right…" Max nodded and rolled his eyes toward Margaret. "Well then it was as nearly perfect as any meal could ever hope to be. You have some very special friends here."
Brennan smiled in spite of her thoughts, "That is true."
The three family members finished cleaning up the kitchen and the dining room, and when they were finished, Max pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and rubbed his hands together. "How's about we teach Margaret here how it's done, hmmm baby?"
The room fell silent, and Max and Margaret watched as Brennan looked away for a moment. She was wringing her hands in front of her, and it was clear something was on her mind.
"Actually…" Brennan began and rolled her shoulders back casually. "I was thinking I might go see Booth. I mean, I have something I need to tell him."
Max nodded and hid a smile. "Well, here's your cell phone, sweetheart. You could just call him. It's getting kind of nasty out."
"I know…" Brennan frowned. "But I mean…" She motioned between the three of them. "We're here together, but Booth…well, he's sort of alone, so…I thought I might just make sure he was okay. It is Christmas after all, and I'm sure you can teach Margaret the card game, right?" she asked, even as she was pulling on her winter coat and gloves.
"Sure…sure, honey." Max smiled and walked her to the front door, patting her on the back. "Tell Booth I said hi."
Brennan nodded and met his eyes for a moment, but then flushed and turned away, moving quickly down the hallway. Max closed the door and leaned back against it. He met Margaret's eyes and smiled. "I told you so."
Margaret nodded and tilted her head to the side. "If you would be loved, love and be lovable."
Max chuckled and pushed off from the door. "Couldn't agree more. I could not agree more."
Booth rested his head back on his couch and stared at his clock. 11:00 PM. Christmas. He blew out a breath and considered walking over to have some scotch. But he knew that would only end badly, with an after Christmas headache hangover on top of the loneliness he could feel already creeping in.
For the first time since it had happened, he closed his eyes and let himself remember the way she'd looked at him when she'd invited him for dinner in the first place. Bones was the most confident woman he'd ever known, but every once in awhile, when it was just the two of them, her face would soften, and her eyes would grow wide, and her innocence would steal his words, this thoughts, his damn breath every time. That day in the lab had been no exception. He was sure he'd mumbled something, enough to keep the conversation going, but…
The knock on his door startled him and he frowned, annoyed at whatever neighbor wanted to stop by with fruitcake or whatever. But the second knock caused him to stand.
"Booth!" he heard the muffled call through his wooden door. "Booth, it's Bones."
He smiled to himself and stood for a moment with his hand on the locks. "Bones? Who?" he teased, enjoying the way she called herself by his name for her.
He could almost imagine the way she's grow confused for a moment and then frustrated, and sure enough, she rapped on his door with three sharp knocks. "Booth. Open the door. Please" she added as an afterthought, and Booth laughed to himself, even as he opened the door.
"What took you so long" she moved past him, already unbuttoning her winter coat, sliding her gray scarf from around her neck in the process.
"Hey, come on in, Bones" Booth invited unnecessarily, watching as she made her way into his living room. She paused then, and turned back, a chagrined look in her eyes.
Booth followed her into the living room and took her coat, setting it on the back of a chair and motioning for the couch. "Something wrong, Bones?"
He sat down and then watched as she just stood, looking at him. "Is something wrong?" he repeated when she didn't answer him or move to sit next to him. "Let me guess," he joked, "you're here because you want to remind me that my family…what did you say, shunted me? Yeah, my family shunted me for Christmas."
She bit her bottom lip and then turned, reaching for her coat. "This was a bad idea. Merry Christmas, Booth. I'm sorry I bothered you."
Booth was up in a flash, and just as she was about to reach for his front door, he slid past her, pressing his back against it. "Hey…hey…" He could see that she was thinking about something, and he felt guilty for the way he'd kind of snapped at her.
His eyes were warm and curious, and Brennan realized they were standing very close to one another. Booth swallowed, and she watched as his throat worked up and down. It reminded her of the way he'd looked, nearly cross eyed, when she'd removed his shirt in the lab. Even now, her fingertips were tingling with the memory.
But Booth was sliding away from her. "Come on, Bones…come in and sit down. I promise I'll be nicer."
She eyed him for a moment, but then took him at his word and walked over to sit next to him on the couch. Booth cleared his throat and then met her eyes. "So, um…what was it that you wanted to tell me?"
"What?" Brennan murmured, her eyes tracing his shoulder line. She blinked and then realized it was quite warm between them. "What did you say, Booth?"
His eyes crinkled a bit, but he didn't smile, just tilted his head to the side, waiting for her answer. "Bones…tonight, at your apartment, you wanted to tell me something…what was it?"
"If I tell you…" Brennan began, "You'll only grow flustered and embarrassed, so maybe I shouldn't tell you."
Well, hell. Booth wasn't sure what to make of that. "Well…" he swallowed. "Give it a shot."
"Are you sure?"
His lips did curl up then, just once, and Brennan took that as a sign to continue. "I just wanted you to know that many women actually prefer men who have little to no body hair."
Booth's breath left him in a rush, and his nostrils flared out. "I see. And you are telling me this because…"
"Because of what happened in the lab. Hodgins commented on your lack of chest hair, and…" her words stopped as her eyes settled on Booth's chest, her tongue sneaking past her lips in an unconscious gesture. Blinking rapidly, she met his eyes again and cleared her throat. "And, as I was saying, I didn't want you to feel self conscious about that, and I thought you should know."
"I see" Booth nodded, feeling like his clothes were too tight for his body. "So…you came over here, on Christmas, to make sure I didn't feel self conscious about not having chest hair?"
Realizing that she'd come over there because she felt lonely, even in her own home with her own family, Brennan decided to lie. "Yes…" she cleared her throat. "Yes, that is correct."
Ah, she was such a beautiful liar, Booth thought, watching as her cheeks tinged with the slightest pink. His eyes took in the way the blue of her blouse still made her eyes seem almost brighter, the way her hair was curled, very pretty and special. Without thinking, he ran the tip of his index finger right along her jawline. She gasped and pulled back, and the moment was broken.
But when their eyes met, a new moment began, one deeper and more intimate in its connection.
She bit her bottom lip and again looked as if she might leave. But then, her lip sprung forth from between her teeth, and her lips parted. "Why did you kiss Margaret on the cheek?"
"What?" Booth murmured. "Bones…because…because she's your family. I was just trying to be polite. Family."
He watched as she pulled in a breath, her head tilting to the side in thought. "But why did you kiss Angela, then? And Daisy and Cam and Michelle?"
Booth cleared his throat. "Well, because…their friends. You know, Christmas spirit, and friendship, and all of that."
Brennan's eyes fell to her lap, where she was wringing her fingers together. "So, I'm not your friend?"
"Bones…" Booth protested, but trailed off when she looked up and met his eyes.
The unspoken question, why didn't he kiss her, was between them, unasked. "Bones…you're my partner."
She swallowed. "I don't know what that means."
Booth blinked, and his head reared back in surprise. "What? Bones…yes you do."
She waved a hand. "I know…I know what it means, in general. We work together, and all of that, and…" her voice trailed off for a moment, and she waved her hand again. "And…all of that, but…why does that mean you couldn't kiss me on the cheek?"
"Bones…" Booth began, shifting closer to her on the couch. "I don't want to kiss you on the cheek."
"Oh…" she nodded and looked down. "I see. Well, that is a good answer. Thank you for explaining it to me." She faked a shrug and moved to stand up, only to feel Booth's hands on her shoulders, pushing her back to sit on the couch.
"No, Bones, you don't see."
Their eyes met again, and Booth wondered how they'd gotten here. "Bones, I don't want to kiss you on the cheek, because…well, I want to kiss you."
"I don't understand the distinction, Booth. How can you--" Her words were stopped by the soft pad of his index fingertip against her lips.
Booth felt the sweet curve of her lips under his finger. "I…"
He pulled his finger away, and met her eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. Her eyes conveyed curiosity and interest, and just like at dinner when he couldn't look away, now he was helpless to prevent himself from leaning in, just a bit. Their lips met and held, so peaceful and still.
Brennan's eyes were wide open, and as she pulled back just a bit, she noticed that the side of Booth's mouth was tilted up in that smile he got when he was slightly dazed by something. The dimple in his cheek was more pronounced, and she reached up with her index finger to trace it before it disappeared.
Booth's heart constricted in his chest. "You taste like ice cream" he murmured. "And the wine we had for dinner."
He watched her blink, and then her lips parted.
"You taste like I remember," she whispered, her eyes focusing on his mouth.
Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, Bones.
Okay, just one more…one more kiss, he thought. It can't possibly hurt anything.
Booth leaned back in and pressed his lips against hers, letting the tip of his tongue whisper between her lips. The hand she'd rested against his cheek slid to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her, even as her lips parted against his, welcoming him inside. The kiss deepened, and Booth felt like he was falling, until he realized that he was falling forward, his upper body coming to rest on his partner's, both of her arms now wrapped around him.
For long moments they kissed and touched, and it wasn't until Booth felt chilled around his chest that he realized she had unbuttoned his shirt without him noticing. "Wait…" he insisted, even as his lips were loath to part from hers. "Wait…we're just doing this because we feel lonely."
Her brow furrowed with confusion, and Booth couldn't help but wrap his arms tighter around her.
"I don't feel lonely." She admitted, letting her hands settle on his shoulders.
"I know…" Booth nodded, but didn't pull back. "I meant that we're doing this so we won't be lonely, but that's not a good reason. Sure, I was pretty damn alone before you got here, but you… you had your family at your apartment, and Bones…" he trailed off, even as his hands tightened on her back, "We're just getting caught up in the moment, and…"
"No, Booth…" she insisted, moving her hands to rest against his chest. "I mean, I don't feel lonely when I'm with you. Not just like this, but all the time. I…I was feeling lonely, even at my own apartment, and I didn't want you to feel lonely, and…"
He was helpless against her, and his lips fell against hers again. Soon they were kissing passionately as her fingers were deftly peeling his shirt from his body. Booth smiled, even as he kissed against her jawline "You just think you can do that all the time now, huh?"
Her confident smile turned him on even more, and Booth watched, amazed as she began unbuttoning her own bright blue dress shirt before peeling the fabric off of her body. She leaned forward and he helped her pull the shirt off of her arms. As he was laying it on the floor near his shirt, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and when Booth turned around, he gasped. "Oh…"
The pale blue lace was discarded to the pile of clothes, but Booth didn't even notice. His eyes were pinned toward her breasts. They were…they were…well, they were Bones' breasts. Full and large and pale and perfectly shaped.
Brennan watched with a tiny flutter of amusement as Booth couldn't look away from her chest. She'd never have guessed he'd be so entranced by her breasts, but it was almost as if he'd never seen any woman before. Just as she was about to wave a hand in front of his face, he leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.
The immediate sensation was more than she could bear, and Brennan fell back. Booth's arms were around her, and he cradled her as he gently lowered her against the couch cushions, her own arms falling to her sides. Oh…oh, yes. It had been so long since she'd felt the pleasure of a man who knew what he was doing, and with the way Booth's lips were caressing her, it was clear he knew what he was doing. Except, there seemed to be no seduction in his actions. He was simply worshiping her soft skin and responsive body.
The last time Brennan had engaged in sexual intercourse with a man, she'd called out Booth's name during her climax. She had seen nothing wrong with it in general. She and her sexual partner had agreed beforehand that the sex was purely for biological release; in her opinion, it shouldn't have offended him that she'd been thinking of another man.
But the words he'd tossed her way afterward had been harsh enough that she'd relied on her own hands for her pleasure for the several months afterward. But now, she relished the ability to let both of her hands relax at her sides as her sexual needs were taken care of. Booth had settled his bare chest between her thighs, and his strength was permeating throughout her core as he pressed against her there.
Her mind cleared, her body relaxed, and everything centered on Booth, and what he was doing to her body. "Oh, Booth, oh, Booth, oh, Booth…"
Booth sucked gently in time to the way his partner was chanting, so softly. Oh Booth, oh Booth, oh, Booth…over and over and over and over again. A part of him knew he should think this was a mistake, but there wasn't an ounce of him that actually thought that. And the way she was chanting his name was a balm to a wound he didn't even know existed. All these years of wondering if she was even interested, well, here was his proof. This wasn't just sexual release with a man. It was about him and her. He'd never tasted anything as sweet as her. His tongue and lips and fingertips rubbed against her breasts, and he could feel her heat against the center of his chest.
"Oh Booth, oh Booth, oh Booth, oh Booth, oh Booth, Booth, Booth, Booth, Booth, Booth…" over and over she whispered his name. It was so freeing to finally be able to say his name out loud and have it be heard. Nothing she'd ever experienced compared to this. Where his lips weren't, his soft hands caressed, and it seemed he always knew when she needed light touches. the warmth of his mouth against her breasts, pulling in her nipples with soft suction...oh, he was so good. With a rush of surprise, her eyes flew open as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm begin to blossom. Booth met her eyes and let one of his strong hands settle between her legs, pinned against her core and his chest, and he gently pressed onto her, warming her through her pants. His lips never stopped their gentle assault, and Brennan arched beneath him, her entire body going stiff before relaxing into the couch underneath her.
"Oh…" was all she sighed, even as her breath eased from her lungs.
Booth wrapped both of his arms around her, pulling her up to straddle his legs. Her nipples were damp and firmly flushed against his bare chest, and he gently palmed her elbows, lifting her arms around his neck, and when he stood, she nestled her face into the side of his neck. Booth had imagined scenarios like this for years, but nothing could have prepared him for the kittenish sounds she was making into his skin. She was without a doubt the sweetest thing. His Bones, in his arms on Christmas. But now she was moaning softly, even as her fingertips slipped against his back and shoulders.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered, as he carried her back to his bedroom.
Booth kicked aside the pile of shirts he'd discarded earlier, hoping she wouldn't comment on how he'd been worried about what to wear to her dinner. But he didn't need to hope, because she wasn't looking at anything but him. But her brow was slightly furrowed, even as she stared at his face.
"I'm sorry…" she repeated as he settled her into the center of his bed.
"Why are you sorry, Bones?" Booth whispered, smoothing her hair from her face.
She sighed, her eyes drooping. "I'm afraid I'm not fit for penetrative intercourse right this moment."
Booth's breath left him in a soft laugh, even as her words turned him on, but she wasn't done talking.
"I just need to close my eyes a bit, Booth. I'm so sorry. Normally it's not like this, but it's been so long, and that was just so good and…I'm tired, and I had a long day, I worked very hard to prepare dinner, and…"
"Shhhh…" Booth leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the way she weakly tried to wrap her arms and legs around him, "It's okay, Bones."
"I'm really tired, Booth" she murmured, even as she squirmed against him. "It's been so long…and…and…"
With that, her eyes drifted completely shut, and her fingers slid against his neck as her arms fell to her sides.
Booth shifted them under the covers and took a chance, pulling her close to him, their bare chests warming one another. He watched her for long moments before his own eyes drifted shut as well.
It's fun that just as i was about to post this story, i read "Good Vibrations". It's worth a read, and is very fun! What made me smile was that I also had this idea that Booth would kiss everyone good night, but in my case, NOT Brennan, and I wondered how she would react to that. We're just symbiotic!
As far as this story, I know that this end part is a little OOC for Brennan, being all kittenish on Booth and all, but I don't know...I think she has sweet moments, and I will discuss that more in chapter two, I promise. Plus, Booth isn't even naked yet. As if!