Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Kathy Reichs and Hart Hanson, et al.
Summary/Notes: You can find part 1 here.
When all our friends were there
There is nothing like bare mattresses
Underneath the stairs
“Ange, I don’t need a new dress for this party. I can just wear something I already have.” Brennan trailed after her friend as she sauntered through the department store. It was Thursday after work and Angela had dragged her to the mall to shop for the cocktail party she was throwing on Friday night.
“No, you can’t. I’ve seen your closet. You need something new and ravishing.” Angela selected another dress off the rack and added it to the pile she was accumulating for her friend.
“Ravishing?” Temperance raised her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?” The artist averted her eyes guiltily.
“Well, Jack has a friend that wants to meet you.” Brennan stopped in her tracks.
“Ange! A set-up?”
“Ok, so I know you said you didn’t want to be set-up, but Eric is really nice! He’s an oncologist at Georgetown Hospital. Very smart, very cute.” She ushered her friend towards the fitting room and put her inside with a stack of dresses. As Brennan was changing into the first outfit, Angela continued. “I know you don’t like set-ups, but it’s no big deal. He’s very nice and what do you have to lose? Besides you need some male attention.”
“I don’t need male attention to validate myself.” Temperance stepped in and out of the dressing room as the first outfit was vetoed.
“I’m not saying that you need it to validate yourself. I’m saying when was the last time you had sex?” A flash of Booth’s tongue on her nipple, his hips cradled by her thighs caused Temperance to freeze.
It had been almost a week since “the incident” as she thought of it. She had told him the next morning that things could go back to normal; it was simply a case of too much alcohol, emotions running high, biology and chemistry getting the best of them. She assured him that they could just forget about it and just continue their partnership as usual. Their partnership seemed to be fine all week, but Temperance was finding the forgetting part more difficult. At the most inopportune moments, she would have these flashes of memory that left her disturbingly overheated.
Luckily, Angela had a different interpretation of her silence. “See? If you have to think about it, it’s been way too long. Just meet Eric, I promise you’ll like him.”
Brennan took a moment to consider Angela’s words. Before Booth, it had been a while since she had satisfied her biological imperatives. And since the thing with Booth was just a fluke, it could be good to find someone new. She stepped out of the cubicle and got the “no” from Angela on another dress, but gave her “yes” to meeting Eric.
It took a few more dresses before she found one that garnered Angela’s approval. She stepped out of the dressing room in strapless dress. Fitted and ending just above her knee, the garment did only good things for her form and its deep marine color highlighted the clear blue hue of her eyes. Angela grinned.
“Oh, sweetie, this is the one! This dress will definitely get you laid!”
Angela greeted him at the door and pointed him to the bar. The party was already in full swing so he got a beer and joined Cam and the group of strangers she was speaking too. There was small talk and drinks and he was having a pretty good time.
That is until he saw her.
Brennan had entered the room and the first thing he noticed was that her skin seemed to positively glow, set off by the rich blue material of her dress. Her hair was shiny and straight, skimming her bare shoulders. His eyes traveled appreciatively over her cleavage, the curve of her waist and down her mile-long legs. He felt his body react to the memory of those legs wrapped around his waist. He knew they had agreed to just be partners, but he couldn’t get the memory of her moving and moaning beneath him out of his head.
Then he noticed the man next to his partner. Tall, blonde, and broad shouldered, he touched Brennan’s elbow, guiding her towards the bar. When Brennan smiled up at him, Booth frowned. Who was this clown touching his partner? He didn’t like it.
As the party continued, he tried to mingle, keep his mind off it, but his eyes kept drifting to Bones, looking incredibly sexy but flirting with some other guy. All attempts to convince himself that he was a protective partner and not a jealous lover were failing pretty miserably. When he saw her excuse herself, he made his move.
“Ow, shit! Bones, what the hell?!?!” Hearing Booth’s familiar voice, she let go of his arm and flicked on the lights.
“You grabbed me and pulled me into a dark room, Booth. What did you expect me to do?”
“Not break my arm!” he replied, rubbing his sore arm and scowling.
“I did not apply nearly enough force to break you arm,” she protested.
“Well, it still hurt.”
“Well, what are you doing pulling me in here anyway?”
“Who’s that loser guy you’re talking to?”
“What?” Brennan was confused by his seeming change of topic. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“Who is he?” Booth asked again, his eyes darkening as he stepped closer to her. She stepped back, increasing the distance between them, suddenly unnerved by his proximity though she tried not to show it. He seemed on edge and she didn’t know why.
“His name is Eric Nordlund. And he’s not a loser. He’s a very well respected doctor and philanthropist.”
“Looks like a loser to me.” Brennan’s eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to determine what was making her partner act so strangely. Unable to figure it out, she asked.
“Booth, what is wrong with you?’
“What is wrong with me is that one week ago we slept together and now you’re here looking like that,” his eyes traveled hotly over her form, “and letting some asshole put his hands all over you.” Brennan couldn’t help the thrill of arousal that coursed through her at Booth’s scorching gaze, but she didn’t let it deter her from the point she wanted to make.
“So we slept together. That doesn’t mean you own me or have any say in who I speak to. One sexual encounter does not mean anything – we both agreed to that. If I want to date Eric, I will!”
“You’re dating him!?”
“He asked me to accompany him to the symphony tomorrow night, yes. Not that it’s any of your business. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to the party.” She moved to brush past him, but he grabbed her wrist and hauled her into his chest, his lips crashing down on hers.
She was stunned by his quick, fierce action and by the rush of electricity that hit her as their lips met. She wanted to push him away, reprimand him for being so brash and territorial, but instead she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck. Part of her wondered why he could make her lose her will so quickly, but that part was swiftly silenced as he nipped hungrily at her lips. She opened her mouth to his questing tongue, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him close.
Not as drunk as he had been the other night, his kisses had more finesse, his hands didn’t fumble as they roamed her curves. Instead they teased, his fingertips traced the outer curve of her breast, drawing closer and closer to the sensitive center, which peaked beneath the fabric of her dress.
Booth knew that he was being reckless, driven by jealousy that he was loath to admit to. Their relationship was something to be treated with care, not possibly ruined by a quick tryst in Hodgins’ guestroom. But he didn’t stop himself, he was no longer thinking with the head on his shoulders. And he wanted to make Brennan lose control with him – he wanted her to be utterly overwhelmed by him like he had been by her all night. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers finally brushed her hard nipples and he knew he had her.
“You look so fucking sexy tonight, Bones.” He whispered in her ear, his nimble fingers finding the zipper on the back of her bewitching dress and dragging it down. His breath hot on her neck, his words sending arrows of fire through her veins, Brennan pushed his suit jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt as her dress pooled at her feet. Her body remembered the pleasure she had found with him before and she wanted it again.
Her fingers danced over his well-formed torso as he guided her back to the bed. They tumbled to the mattress, Booth maneuvering a knee between Brennan’s thighs. She pushed up into him, the pressure giving her some relief from the ache growing between her legs but not enough. He could feel the heat coming from her and grinned, gliding one hand down the soft skin of her abdomen and under the waistband of her thong.
Long fingers stroked gently over and inside her heat and Brennan threw her head back with a soft moan. Booth echoed her groan when he felt how wet she was. She was ready for him and he was more than ready for her – he had been wanting her for hours, days, years even. With one last caress, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and tugged them down.
Brennan spread her thighs welcoming Booth as he lowered his weight on her. He guided himself inside her and they both moaned loudly. Temperance reached up and tugged Booth’s mouth to hers, silencing them both. She was suddenly aware that there were dozens of people in the house that could walk in on them at any time. The thought sent an illicit thrill through her, but she knew it would be best to stay quiet.
Booth moved fiercely inside her, hitching her creamy thigh higher around his torso, sliding in deeper. He didn’t know what was going on between them, he just knew it felt really damn good. Her body was tight and hot around him, beneath him as he stroked in and out, gradually upping his pace. Brennan bucked her hips against him, encouraging his speed.
“God, Booth,” she gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Religious now, Bones?” he smirked, aiming for the spot again. Brennan hissed a curse and Booth knew she was getting closer. Raising up on his knees, he brought one hand to her breast, the other to place where they were joined, rubbing her clit. She clenched around him as his strokes sent her over the edge and he followed her into bliss shortly after, losing that last scrap of his restraint, burying himself as far inside her as he could.
Booth collapsed on the bed, inhaling deeply and throwing his arm over his face, trying to regain his wits. When he finally reopened his eyes, Bones was off the bed, zipping up her dress and combing her fingers through her ruffled hair. Booth sat up and grabbed for his underwear. Brennan caught his eye in the mirror as she fixed her lipstick, but then quickly looked away.
“So this was…unexpected.”
“Yeah,” Booth agreed, shrugging his shirt back on. He certainly hadn’t expected to jump her when he pulled her into the room; he had just wanted to talk. Now, he wasn’t quite sure what to say, what she would want to hear. “I think maybe we should…” he trailed off, distracted by her ass as she bent over to adjust the strap of her shoe.
“We should get back to the party before people noticed we’re missing,” she filled in, straightening up. Then she was out the door before he could respond.