Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to Kathy Reichs and Hart Hanson, et al.
Summary/Notes: Booth and Bones finally hook up. Based on the Stars' song "The First Five Times". Read first: Part 1 and Part 2.
With the lights all on around us
And the audience beside us
And your man watching from the trees
Brennan was artfully applying mascara when her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and frowned slightly before answering it – her date was early.
“Booth,” she said, surprised by the man on the other side of the door. She had been expecting Dr. Nordlund, not her partner. He stepped into her apartment without waiting for an invitation.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls,” he accused, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I’ve been busy.”
“We need to talk.”
“Now is not a good time. I’m headed out.” For the first time, Booth noticed that his partner was dressed up. Wearing a black cowlneck dress, her hair was pulled back in some complicated twisty thing that left her neck bare. He felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her there.
“Where are you going?”
“I told you last night. I’m going to the symphony with Eric.”
“WHAT!?!” Booth could swear the edges of his vision went red. He thought he had made himself clear last night, made it clear that he wanted her and he didn’t want to see her with anyone else. Yet here she was, looking gorgeous and about to go on a date with another man. “You’re still going out with him after what happened last night?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I?”
“Did last night mean nothing to you?”
“Booth, it was a good time. I enjoyed myself. But we both agreed that we should have a purely professional relationship and thus I am free to date other men.” Booth inhaled deeply, trying his best to stay calm, something that had always been difficult to do around his partner. He reminded himself that his partner was not particularly good with emotion and was the queen of compartmentalization. Things that had been clear to him last night might not be so obvious to her. Still, he could feel his blood pressure rising.
He didn’t know how to convince this woman that she should forget about the line he had so carefully drawn. He had no logical arguments with which to persuade her, just the way he felt about her and the fact that he could no longer deny it. Booth suspected that she felt something too, if the way she avoided eye contact and fidgeted with her bracelet was any indication. But he knew she could deny it forever if she so chose.
"We’re a little bit past just partners right now, don’t you think, Bones? Can you really just forget what happened between us?” Brennan spun her bracelet around her wrist again, fighting his words. She hadn’t been able to forget his touch since their first encounter, but she wanted to, wanted to go back to the way things were, wanted to put her walls back up to protect herself once more.
“Booth, please go. My date is going to be here soon.”
“Answer my question. Can you really just forget about what happened between us? Do you want to?” He stepped closer, daring her to deny him when he was invading her personal space, but Brennan found that she couldn’t. Her voice was stifled by the desire rising up at his nearness. She felt paralyzed by indecision. She could no longer deny to herself that she wanted him physically, but the thought of admitting it aloud was terrifying. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t seem to move her feet.
Booth took a step closer, toe to toe with her now, and slowly slid his fingertips up her bare arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He could see she was warring with herself, so he decided to push her along.
Hand on her neck, tipping her head up, he sealed his lips over hers. And then thanked God that she kissed him back, her hands gripping his upper arms as she rose on her toes to get closer. A bolt of desire ran through Booth as she opened her mouth to his with a little moan and he gripped her hips, grinding her lower body against his.
“We can’t do this.” She said, abruptly breaking away from his kiss and pushing him away. She went to the door, hoping to usher him and all her confusion out. But Booth was right behind her, slamming his palm against the door and forcing it closed. His other arm came up, caging her in.
“Stop running, Bones. We need to figure out what’s going on with us.”
“There’s nothing going on with us,” she insisted, though it was much weaker than she intended. His breath, hot on the back of her neck, dampened the fire in her voice, sending it down between her thighs.
“Really? Then why is your breathing out of control?” Why do I suspect that if I slide my hand up your skirt, you won’t stop me? And you’ll be wet for me?” His words were provocative, fanning the flames of their desire. Booth knew that he had lost control again, the potent combination of annoyance and lust overtaking the warm fuzzy feelings he had for her. All that he could do now was make her lose control with him. One hand left the door to grip her hip and pull her back against him.
She gasped at the feel of his arousal behind her as his hand set out to prove his suspicions. Fingertips sliding up her thigh, Booth was shocked to find bare skin and a garter belt. Angered to think that his Bones was wearing sexy underwear for someone else, his caress became rougher as he made his way up to cup her mound.
Brennan let him nudge her legs further apart with his knees as one finger pressed into her panties. He smirked when he felt the dampness there, knowing that he had been right. She was wet for him. He pressed in further and she moaned as his finger brushed her clit through the satin.
“I know you want me,” he murmured. He licked at her ear lobe and she shivered. “But I want you to say it, Temperance,” her name dripped like molasses from his lips, “tell me you want me.” His fingers crept under her thong and into her heat.
“Booth….” It was meant to be an admonishment, but it came out more as a needy moan. She wasn’t sure how he managed to manipulate her body so well and so quickly. Where was her willpower? He moved his finger inside her and her hand came forward to settle next to his on the door, bracing herself as her hips moved to the rhythm on his finger thrusting inside her. He added a second finger and teased his thumb over her clit.
“Tell me, tell me you want me,” he whispered. She resisted his plea, silently cursing him even as his touch sent tingles through her. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? She didn’t like not being in control.
“It’s okay to admit Bones. I want you too. I want to make you feel good.” He curled his fingers inside her, seeking out sensitive spots and she whimpered, biting her lower lip to keep herself from begging. Booth set about proving his point about making her feel good, increasing the pressure on her clit, pushing her closer to edge while pressing hot, wet kisses to her neck. Temperance couldn’t help but moan, arching into his touch.
Then abruptly, he stopped.
He removed his fingers from her heat, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She rolled her hips towards where his fingers hovered between her legs, but he pulled them away.
“Do you still want me to leave? Tell me to leave and I will.”
“Like hell you will.” She had given up fighting the physical feelings he was stirring. Her biological imperatives were REALLY imperative at this moment and she wasn’t letting him leave until they were satisfied. She grabbed his hand and pressed it back between her thighs. He rubbed her once over her underwear before pulling them down. Brennan kicked them away as Booth undid his fly and pushed her dress up around her waist.
Booth groaned as Brennan bent slightly, bracing herself against the door and giving him a great view of her firm ass. He wrapped one hand around his aching erection and guided it into her wet heat. They both moaned as he slid fully into her, gripping her hip to pull her back into his thrusts.
“You can’t deny how great we are together.” Booth breathed against her shoulder. “You feel so good.”
“Yes,” she whimpered as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, giving up on denial. “Booth, more.” She turned her head to kiss him as his hand slid down her arm to meet her hand braced against the door, entwining their fingers.
But his confidence lessened when he got closer to her door and noticed it shaking. Rhythmically. He got a little closer and realized he could hear noises.
Frowning, he inched a little closer to confirm his suspicions. Those were moans of pleasure and the door was rattling in the unmistakable rhythm of sex.
“Oh, God, Booth!” “Temperance!”
Dr. Eric Nordlund quickly turned and left.
“Booth, I think you should leave.” She stepped out from between him and the door and into the living room, needing space and air to pull herself together.
“No, Bones, We need to sort this out. I’m sorry. I know tonight got out of hand. But we can’t leave things like this.” He reached out for her hand, but she moved away from his touch. Restlessly, she pushed at sweaty strands of hair that had fallen out of her updo.
“Please, Booth, you’ve made your point. We’re sexually compatible. You want to continue with a sexual relationship.”
“That’s not my point! My point is I care about you and I want to be with you. Yes, a sexual relationship, but more than that. I want everything. With you.”
“Booth, that’s ridiculous. One person cannot be everything to another person.”
“You know what I mean, Bones.” He wondered if she was being intentionally obtuse. “Don’t pretend you don’t understand just because it scares you.” Her eyes widened at the accusation, surprised that he would call her out and not wanting to admit that he was probably a bit right.
“You need to leave, Booth. I need time to think.” She was pushing him towards the door and Booth could tell that she was stressed and anxious enough at the emotional confrontation to physically force him through it if she had to.
“Just promise me,” he said with his hand on the doorknob. “Promise to think with your heart as well as your head.” Then he left, hoping that she would.