Bones fic update: What Would Happen If We Kissed? (5/?)

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Title: What Would Happen If We Kissed? (5/?)
ChapterTitle: Runaway Train
Chapter: 5/? [WIP]
Characters: Brennan, Booth
Rating: NC-17 (Do not read if you are underage, or if frank language/sexuality offend you.)
Spoilers: Through 2x11 (season 2, episode 11)
Summary: Thoughts of Booth are keeping Brennan awake at night. Question is, what is she going to do about it? This story is set in Season 2, after Episode 11, though I may have changed the exact month.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Prologue & Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Runaway Train

When Booth woke, the first thing he noticed was the warm, soft body crushed against his. Unwilling to open his eyes just yet, he reached out his hand and felt it brush smooth skin. He inched it upward until he cupped one round, heavy breast. Thank you, God. Stifling a groan, he arched his hips and felt his cock press against her deliciously curved ass.

Whose ass?

He cracked open an eye. Long, reddish brown hair strewn across his pillow. Milky skin. The weight of her breast in his hand.

He came fully awake. Bones.

The second thing he noticed was the noise. It was somewhere between a wild animal and a chain saw. Puzzled, he frowned. As realization dawned, he started to laugh, trying to do it silently so he wouldn't wake her.

"Thoracic vertebra," she mumbled, sending him into a fresh fit of laughter. He clutched his stomach, holding in the laughter as best as he could, but he must have shaken the bed. Brennan sat bolt upright, the sheet falling to her waist. Her nipples hardened because of the cool morning air. She was even more beautiful in daylight than she'd been by moonlight. He sat up and brushed the back of his hand against one perfect puckered nipple.

"You snore like a freight train, Bones." It was downright jarring to hear that sound issuing from such a delicate-looking woman.

"I do not," she said, her voice hoarse with sleep. She batted his hand away. "Stop that, Booth. Where am I? What am I...?"

He knew the minute the previous night's events came back to her. She looked at him, glanced down at her bare chest, and looked back at him. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flared pink, as she yanked the sheet up to cover herself.

If possible, he grew even harder. Everything this woman did turned him on.

Clutching the sheet in one hand, she pointed at him and then back at herself. "Did we?"

"Kinda." He arched an eyebrow. "Don't act like you don't remember, Bones. We weren't drunk." He flicked her a grin. "You begged me."

"I did not," she said with a severe frown.

"Booth, I'm tired of waiting," he shot back, mimicking her words.

Brennan groaned and covered her face, dropping the sheet. "Oh God. I did," she said.

"Mmhmm," he said, crawling forward to nuzzle her neck. Damn, she smelled good.

She shoved him away from her and pulled the sheet up again. "Booth! Behave!"

"That's not what you said last night." He wagged his eyebrows at her.

"You're incorrigible."

"So encourage me."

She let out an exasperated sigh and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He'd never seen her like this before — with eyes still soft from sleep, pillow creases on her cheek, and dark hair tousled and tumbling 'round her face. He admitted it silently; she looked adorable.

He sat back and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He felt her eyes tracking the movement. "Like what you see?"

She rolled her eyes in response.

"Wanna bite me again?"

She stuck her tongue out at him. "You're insufferable, Booth. And arrogant. A pain in my—"

"And sexy. Don't forget sexy," he said, interrupting her. "Very good with my tongue, too."

Her lips twitched at the corners, telling him he might be able to touch her now without getting his head taken off.

She nodded. "I'll admit that you are rather skilled with your tongue."

He cupped a hand over his ear. "I'm sorry. What? I didn't hear that."

"I said—"

"Forget it," he said, moving closer. He put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple, relieved when she didn't immediately pull away.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For last night. You were...very good"

"I was, wasn't I?"

She smacked his arm.

"Ouch. You're rough in bed, Bones." He moved back so he could look in her eyes. "You're welcome."

The warm smile she gave him and the way her blue eyes lit made him want to hug her and then tug her back down on the bed with him for a long, leisurely— "Oh, shit."

"What?

He turned to look at the clock and realized he must have turned off the alarm last night when he'd heard the knock at his door. He groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. "I can't believe it's 9:30."

"9:30? Why did you let me sleep this late?"

"Let you? Now this is my fault? If you hadn't shown up at my door after 3:00 in the morning and forced me to please you with—" Brennan slapped her hand over his mouth.

He pulled her hand away. "You're right. We don't have time for this right now. You go shower first. I'll scrounge up some breakfast."

"Breakfast? We don't have time for that."

"There's always time for breakfast, Bones. It's the most important meal of the day," he said, wagging his finger at her. He was turning into such a dad. "Besides, you squints need your brain food."

"Thank you for the lecture on the importance of breakfast, Booth," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

"You're welcome, Bones." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, ruthlessly squashing the urge to ravage her, and then waved his hands toward the bathroom "Now go. There's extra towels on the shelf in the bathroom."

She climbed out of the bed and trotted toward the bathroom. He wasn't sure if she'd forgotten the sheet or if she just wanted to taunt him with her nakedness. Either way, he enjoyed the view. He glanced down at his erection and sighed. It was going to be a long day.

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When the shower had been off for several minutes and Brennan still hadn't emerged from the bathroom, Booth tapped on the door. "Everything ok?"

The door opened, revealing his partner, clad only in one of his forest green towels. Her hair was wet and her skin flushed pink from the heat of the shower. He clenched his fists; it was all he could do to keep from ripping the towel off her and taking her against the sink. "I don't have a toothbrush or any clean clothes. I have a shirt at the lab, but that's it."

He tore his eyes away from Brennan's chest and cleared his throat. "Um, I can loan you a pair of boxers, if you want. That's the best I can do."

"Ok."

"And I've got an extra toothbrush. Here, hang on." Booth stepped into the bathroom and rummaged in the cabinet. He pulled out a brush and stood, accidentally brushing against Brennan as he did so. "Here you go."

She looked at the brush and raised her eyebrows pointedly.

"Parker loves The Flinstones," he said with a smile.

He left the bathroom to grab a pair of boxers from his dresser, feeling the weight of Brennan's gaze as he walked away.

Their eyes met as he handed her a pair of red flannel boxers. He tried very hard not to imagine her wearing them — and nothing else. "I'll uh, let you change."

"Thanks, Booth. I'll be out in a minute." She shut the door behind her and he strained to hear the rustle of the towel being removed.

He shook his head and left the room; man, was he in trouble.

He'd just put his plate in the sink when he heard her come into the kitchen. With a hand at her back, he urged her toward the dining table. "Here, I made you half a bagel with cream cheese. And coffee, of course."

She smiled gratefully, and he kept his eyes trained squarely on her face. If he looked down and saw the tank top she'd been wearing last night, he wouldn't make it into the shower, and they wouldn't make it to work until much, much later. "Just give me ten minutes."

"Why? I'll just eat and go. I have my car here."

"I'll drop you off and then head in. It'll be faster."

"No, it won't."

"You're right, it won't. But it'll give us a chance to, you know, talk."

She pursed her lips thoughtfully and then shrugged. "Ok. But hurry up."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, giving her a jaunty salute.

In the shower, he turned the water as cold as he could stand it. Still, images of Brennan in his bed last night, naked, wet, and hot for him, kept flashing through his mind. No, that definitely wasn't helping. He gritted his teeth as he soaped his cock. No, he definitely didn't have time to jack off. Rinsing off quickly, he squirted some shampoo into his hand and roughly lathered his hair, pulling a bit. Good. Let the pain distract him.

But the thoughts wouldn't stop. Was she really serious about them only having one night? They hadn't discussed it yet, not really, but they had to. Could he go the rest of his life without being inside her? She'd been so sweet in his mouth, and the little noises she'd made as he touched her. He bet she'd looked amazing in his shower, with the water coursing down her body, over her breasts. His cock twitched, and he groaned. No, no, no. So. Not. Helping.

Resigned to not being able to think of anything but naked Brennan, Booth rinsed his hair and shut off the shower. He toweled himself off roughly before, brushing, shaving, and getting dressed — all in record time.

When he came out, Brennan was still seated at his kitchen table. Her chin was propped on her hand and she was staring at the wall. "Hey, Bones, let's go."

She visibly jumped at the sound of his voice, her hand flying to her throat. "Booth, you startled me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to. What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing important," she said, shaking her head. She cocked her head to the side and frowned, staring at his face. "I think you missed a spot." She tapped the skin next to the left side of his mouth.

"Crap." And here he thought he'd done so well. He glanced at his watch. Already 10:00. "Whatever," he said with a shrug. "It's Friday. Let's go."

"May I drive?" Brennan asked as she waited for him to unlock the car door.

"No, you may not, Bones."

"Why not? You never let me drive."

"If you drive, I'll be too distracted to talk."

"And that would be bad because...?"

He narrowed his eyes at her before climbing into the driver's seat. He took in her mulish expression and chucked her under the chin. "Don't sulk, Bones. It's not attractive."

She huffed and shot him a die-right-now glare. "As if I'm worried about being attractive to you."

"Aren't you?"

His question was met with dead silence.

"So—"

"Last night didn't count."

"Huh?"

"While you were in the shower, I considered what transpired last night."

He cut in, before she could continue. "What transpired last night is you came by for a booty call, and I, problem solver that I am, gave you a mind-blowing orgasm. With my mouth."

"Booth!" He took his eyes from the road for just a second and noted with amusement that Brennan's cheeks were flaming. A-ha. So his blunt, matter-of-fact partner could, in fact, be embarrassed. Turning the tables on her could be fun.

"What? You keep saying I'm afraid to talk about sex. I keep telling you that's not it. It just didn't seem appropriate for us to talk about sex before. But now, after last night... But look at you, you're blushing."

"I am most definitely not blushing," Brennan replied, raising a hand to her cheek. "An orgasm can't make your mind explode. Physiologically speaking, it's not possible. I have no problem discussing sexual matters. This is just different," she insisted.

"Different how, exactly?"

She appeared to mull it over for a moment. "Well, you're discussing what we actually did. That's just different."

"Is that the best you can do? That's really lame, Bones."

"Oh, shut up." She sniffed. "Sex, or rather what people actually do and say during sex, seems rather...ridiculous afterward. When one is no longer in the moment. Having sex."

"So last night was ridiculous?"

"No, that's not what I said."

"That's what it sounds like you're implying."

"No, last night was not ridiculous. In fact, if you hadn't interrupted me— What I was trying to say is that in thinking about last night, I concluded that it didn't count." She paused. "Because we didn't actually have intercourse. And I think we should. Just once. To remove all the mystery, and get it completely out of our systems."

He didn't say anything, just waited, sneaking glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She shifted in her seat. Then she scratched her nose. She frowned. She sat up ramrod straight. Then she slumped down in her seat.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Let me see if I understand this. What you're saying is that I was so good, you have to have me again." He turned his head and grinned in her direction. "Face it, Bones, I rocked your world." His grin transformed into a smirk.

Making an inarticulate sound of rage, Brennan punched him in the arm.

"Damn it, woman." He rubbed his arm. "You've got to learn to control those violent impulses."

"So do we have an agreement?"

"What agreement?"

"An agreement that we will engage in sexual intercourse — the complete act — and that will be it?"

He must be crazy to even be considering her proposal, but he was starting to realize that when it came to Brennan, he was just that — crazy. "I'll pick you up at 6:00."

"That's too early," she complained. "We're already getting in late."

"Bones, it's Friday. One Friday. I promise that Cam won't fire you, the world won't end, and all the bones in your lab won't suddenly be resurrected if you leave a little early tonight."

She heaved a sigh and then nodded. "Fine."

He pulled up by the Jeffersonian. Just as Brennan stepped out of the car, Booth called out, "By the way, you snore like a freight train." Brennan slammed the door so hard Booth swore the car shook.

Booth smiled and shook his head, switching on the radio. No doubt about it, he was 100 percent certifiable.

To be continued...

Author's Note:

Told you I wouldn't make you wait too long for an update. ;) Hope it was worth it.

Thank you to everyone who's been reading this; I appreciate it. And I know there are a lot of lurkers out there who are reading and not commenting. That's ok, but if you feel up to it, I would so love to hear what you think, and you don't need to write anything long (although I love long feedback, too). Even a smiley face would make my day. I'll even send you your very own gift-wrapped Seeley Booth (or Temperance Brennan, depending on your preference). Oh, who am I kidding? If I had a gift-wrapped Booth, I sure as hell wouldn't share him. ;)

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