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The First Five Times - Part 5

Title: The First Five Times - Part 5
Fandom: Bones
Pairing: Brennan/Booth
Rating: M/NC-17
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, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Fifth time in your bedroom
When finally we rested
And you leaned upon your elbow
And began to speak to me
But you stopped yourself and kissed me
And I grabbed your wrist and told you
I know, I know, I know
I feel the same as you...

As soon as they were in her apartment, Brennan wasted no time pulling Booth into her bedroom, tugging at his clothes as she went. Going down on him in her office had only served to turn her on and leave her with no relief. She wanted him now. With a hard shove, she propelled Booth backwards onto the bed and then yanked her sweater over her head.

Booth gritted his teeth as she straddled him and rubbed herself against his rapidly growing erection. Bones throwing him on the bed and ripping both their clothes off was hot. Really really fucking hot. But they had just agreed to start this thing and he wanted to do it right. He grasped desperately for the last threads of his control and flipped her over.

“Slow down, Bones. I want to take my time tonight.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss, keeping his mouth soft, just sliding against hers with the gentlest pressure. With his weight on his knees, he crouched over her, freeing his hands to move over her bare skin, caressing the soft plane of her stomach, gliding up her arms.

His touch was soothing her, taking the edge off her desire, lulling it from a burning fire to a pleasant warmth. Brennan felt like she was in a kind of drugged state, dazed by the slow steady pressure of his lips on hers and the warm calloused hands leaving goose bumps on her bare flesh. She wasn’t sure how long they were kissing, but just when she felt like she could curl up into him and stay there forever, Booth pulled back.

Brennan forced open her heavy eyelids to find Booth was staring at her, an expression in his dark eyes that she couldn’t quite read.

“Booth…” she breathed huskily, wanting to know why he stopped kissing her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses and her breasts were encased in dark purple silk, her milky skin luminous in contrast, just calling out to be tasted. He lowered his mouth to the upper curve of her breast and teased a few wet kisses across her chest as his hands deftly unhooked her bra and pulled it off.

Brennan gasped as Booth’s tongue swirled around her nipple and he groaned in response, unable to help himself as her pink bud rose stiffly against his tongue. Her hands flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly and clutching him to her. As if he could even think of pulling away. He never wanted to stop tasting her, touching her, loving her.

Booth shivered as Brennan scratched her nails over his scalp and down his neck, slipping beneath the collar of his dress shirt. “You have too many clothes on.”

Tilting his head back so he could meet her gaze, Booth shot her a wicked grin. “Not for what I have in mind.”

He pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts, then trailed them wetly down her torso, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh. His rough fingers stroked gently beneath her waistband before undoing her fly and dragging her slacks off her long shapely legs.

Brennan watched with baited breath as Booth slid his large hands up her pale legs and under the edge of her purple bikini panties. He slipped one finger just inside her lips, swirling it softly and testing her responsiveness. She squirmed against him, wanting him deeper, harder, more. His light touch was not nearly enough to sate the heat building low in her belly. He gripped her hips, holding her still as he flattened his tongue over the purple silk, licking her through her panties.

“Booth, come on,” she panted. “Just take them off.”

His partner begging him to take off her underwear was a plea Booth just could not resist, so he added her panties to the pile of clothes on the floor. His hands found her thighs again, tenderly spreading them and eagerly lowering his head to her folds.

He had dreamt about what she would taste like and how she would moan when he took his tongue to her. He wasn’t disappointed. She tasted divine, better than the best pie he had ever eaten and the low whimper that escaped her sent a pulse of heat right to his cock. He shifted himself to a more comfortable position on the bed before delving into her sweetness. He used just the tip of his tongue to tease her, tasting her everywhere but where she wanted him most. Her hips rocked against his mouth, silently pleading for more, for him to satisfy the hunger he was stirring so easily inside her. When he wouldn’t give in, Brennan decided to take matters into her own hands, literally, and slid her fingers down between thighs.

“No.” Booth pinned her wrists to the mattress before she reached her goal. “It’s my turn now.” She whined at his admonishment, trying to pull her hands from his grasp but he held firm. He raised his head to catch her eyes, his dark orbs burning into hers as he spoke. “I’m going to make you scream, Bones, you’ve just got to let me.”

His promise made her lose her breath, her blood rushing thickly in her veins, so she gave in and let him continue to tease her. Finally, just as she was ready to scream in frustration instead of pleasure, he skated his tongue wetly over her clit.

“Oh,” she gasped loudly, writhing against his mouth. His mouth danced over her succulent flesh, his tongue dipping inside to draw out her wetness before darting back to her clit and back again.

She clenched the sheets in her fists as the pressure mounted within her, her breathing growing ragged, her body aching for release. And yet, every time she was about to peak, Booth would change his rhythm, forcing her to start the climb all over. Two, three, four times he brought her to the edge and back again until she just couldn’t take it anymore.

She began to whine and beg, the prolonged pleasure too much, the devoted attention he paid to her body too overwhelming. “Please, Booth….Seeley, please, make me come.”

The use of his first name, said with such urgent passion, sent a thrill through him, breaking his resolve to tease her all night. He gave in to her demand, latching his lips around her aching bud and curling his fingers inside her, stroking her sensitive walls until she shattered against his mouth, screaming and sobbing her pleasure loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He didn’t stop as she came, licking her into a second orgasm riding on the back of the first.

Booth watched his partner as she recovered from her orgasms, her flushed chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He could barely believe he was allowed to see her like this. Finally, her eyelids fluttered open and he was surprised at the emotion he saw in her hazy blue eyes. She reached out for him, her shaky hand slipping over his cheek and settling on the back of his neck as he shifted his body up on the bed to lie besides her. Brennan turned on her side to face him and propped her head on her elbow.

“Booth…” she whispered “that was…I’ve never felt…” Her words trailed off because she couldn’t find the right ones to express herself. It was a problem she rarely had, but she had never before felt this strange mix of vulnerability and security. Curled with him in her bed, after coming apart on his tongue, she was raw and open, a feeling she normally hated. Yet she let it happen, let him break through all her defenses and she trusted him not to break her heart.

Still, she wasn’t sure how to tell him.

“Booth, you and I…it’s never been like this…” Stumbling through her words, she just gave up and pressed her lips to his, trying to express herself nonverbally. He met her kiss, but only briefly. Then, taking hold of her wrist, he rolled her onto her back and moved over her, straddling her hips, so that they were eye-to-eye.

“I know, Bones, I know. It’s the same for me. And don’t worry, we’re going to be all right, I promise you…We’re going to be spectacular.” He kissed her then with all the fervor he had held back only moments earlier. His mouth crashed against hers hungrily and she matched his fire, wrapping her arms around him, trying to pull him closer. His erection rubbed up against her wet cleft as they writhed together, so excruciatingly close to being inside her.

“Okay, NOW I’m wearing too many clothes,” he panted, climbing off the bed to quickly shuck his shirt and pants. She spread her thighs for him as he rejoined her on the mattress and he couldn’t help but groan at the picture she presented, cerulean eyes sparkling as she opened her body and heart to him. He had been waiting for this for so long, waited his whole life to find her, to love her, for her to be ready to return his love. He couldn’t wait any longer, so without hesitation, he glided fully into her wet heat.

Booth moved slowly, just rotating his hips against hers, bracing himself on his arms, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Brennan whimpered at the intensity of the fullness inside her and the emotions roiling in her partner’s dark eyes. It was almost too much, but so damn good at the same time.

“Kiss me, Booth,” she commanded, tugging his head down to hers and nipping at his lips. He slid his tongue against hers as he finally quickened the pace of his thrusts. Their mouths mimicked the action of their lower bodies. They rocked together, rising together, reaching for that peak together.

Brennan could feel the pleasure growing, her blood on fire as it raced through her veins. She had definitely been understating things when she had told Angela they were sexually compatible. Her skin lit up wherever it brushed against his, each thrust inside her filled her in the most perfect way and when he hiked her thigh up around his waist and slid deeper, his pelvis grinding against hers, she could swear she saw stars.

“Yes, just like that,” she hissed in his ear, her nails raking down his back, leaving raised red lines in their wake. “Oh God….so close, Booth, oh!”

“That’s it baby. Come for me, Bones,” he encouraged, his lips brushing hotly against her neck. A roughened trigger finger found her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her flying, her climax vibrating through her so that she felt it all the way down to the tips of her toes. Booth slowed his movements slightly, allowing Brennan to gently ride through her orgasm and giving him the chance to appreciate how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt coming around him. But he couldn’t hold himself back for long and soon returned to a quick hard pace, driving himself over the edge, spilling into her as she clutched him tightly to her.

Booth rolled to the side as his arms gave out, turned to jello by the intensity of his orgasm. They lay side by side, arms touching as they tried to recover their senses. Finally, Brennan reached down, straightening the mussed sheets and pulling the comforter up over their naked bodies. Booth reached out for her as she settled against the pillows, pulling her back against his well-formed chest. To his surprise, she snuggled into him, twining her fingers with his.

He pressed a kiss into her hair, relaxing for the first time in days. He knew he could keep his promise to her. They would make this work. Together.


On to the epilogue.

Tags: fan fiction, fan fiction: the first five times, tv: bones

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