The First Five Times - Part 4
Title: The First Five Times - Part 4
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.
Fourth time I said that's that
You've agreed to give me everything
Now I've got to ask you one more thing
Keep doing that forever
Booth tried to give Brennan the time and space she needed to think things out, but he didn’t do it happily or without reservation. He was scared about giving her too much space to rationalize herself out of her feelings. He was scared he had pushed too hard and sent her running. But he had left the ball in her court, so he stayed away for a few days. However, that option was taken away from him when he got a call about a new case.
Entering the Jeffersonian, he found Brennan on the platform with Clark Edison, bent over some old set of remains.
“Bones.” He spoke to get her attention and she looked up, her startling blue eyes finding him and then quickly looking away. “We’ve got a new case. You’ve got to come do the recovery.”
“I’m busy, Booth. I’m sure the FBI team can handle the recovery this time.” Both Clark and Booth’s eyebrows shot up. Brennan never trusted the FBI Forensic squad; she was always accusing them of compromising her remains. Clark knew the bones they were working on were from Limbo and a murder investigation was imminently more pressing. He surmised there was something personal going on between Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth, but he was a professional and not going to get involved.
“Bones, come on, you always want to do the recovery.” Booth fought to keep the whine out of his voice.
“Well, I don’t want to this time. Just have them sent here.” She went back to her bones, instructing Clark to make note of some anomaly on the remains. Booth was shocked at her dismissal. It was rare for her to refuse to go into the field, no matter what was going on with them personally, but as she turned her back to him, he knew that her refusal was set in stone.
“Okay, then. I’ll be back with the remains, then.” Hands in his pockets, Booth waited one moment, vainly hoping for her to change his mind, then bounced on his heels and turned to leave. On his way out, he ran into Angela.
“What was that about?” the artist questioned the agent, having seen most of the short exchange.
“Bones is busy. I’ll come back later. Gotta run, Ange.” He escaped from his friend, not knowing what Brennan had told her but knowing her intuition was second to none. He didn’t want to face whatever she had to say.
Angela’s brows furrowed at his quick getaway. Something was definitely off between the partners. Brennan not wanting to go to the scene and Booth not even hanging around to pester her until she gave in? She headed over to the platform to get some answers.
***
Brennan hadn’t given any answers to her friend on the platform but had agreed to lunch at the diner. Angela waited until their food arrived before launching her interrogation.
“So why didn’t you do the recovery with Booth this morning?”
“I was in the middle of something.”
“Yeah, bones from Limbo - it could have waited. So tell me why you suddenly don’t want to go into the field with Booth. And don’t lie to me. I’m your best friend.”
Brennan chewed on her cheek as she considered what to tell Angela. She had been agonizing over her situation with Booth and had been debating whether to consult Angela about it. She just wasn’t sure she wanted her friend’s honesty when she was working so hard to ignore the truth of her own emotions. But the artist was staring at her, arms crossed with an uncompromising need to ferret out the truth. So Brennan gave in.
“Booth and I slept together.” Angela’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. THAT certainly wasn’t what she had been expecting to hear.
“What?! When?”
“Last Friday and this past Friday and Saturday.” Angela couldn’t believe it. That Brennan didn’t tell her was understandable - the scientist usually played things close to the vest. But she had been wanting the partners to hook up for years and it took her over a week to notice something was up. She was disappointed in herself.
“Well, how was it? I want details! I bet it was good. Booth looks like he’d be gooooooood.” Angela purred excitedly. Then a horrible thought struck her. “Oh no, he wasn’t bad, was he? I can’t believe Booth would be bad, but why else wouldn’t you want to go with him?”
“He wasn’t bad, Ange. We are very sexually compatible.”
“I knew it!” the artist replied, a satisfied grin. “So then what’s the problem?” Brennan sighed and poked at her salad with her fork.
“Booth told me that he wants, in his words, “everything” with me.” She didn’t have to elaborate for her friend to know why this was a problem. It was a scary prospect, especially for someone like Brennan, to let someone into her life so completely. It was something Angela had struggled with as well. But she wanted her friend to be happy and had thought, from the beginning, that Booth could do make her so.
“I’m not surprised.” Angela said. “Booth isn’t like all your ‘biological imperative’ guys, Sweetie. He’s an everything type of guy.”
“I know,” Brennan replied, eyes downcast as she took another stab at her salad. “But I’m not an everything kind of woman. I’ve never been very good at relationships.”
“Bren, I hate to break it to you, but you’ve basically been in a relationship with Booth for the past 3 years. You spend most of your time together, eat most of your meals together, know each other’s families. You support and worry and think and care about each other. I don’t know what you think a relationship is all about, but that’s a relationship.” Then Angela smirked. “Without the best part, the sex, of course. But now that you have that too, so it seems perfect.”
Brennan shook her head, auburn hair falling into her eyes. “Do you really think it’s that simple?” Angela shrugged.
“Some times you have to make it that simple. Make it all come down to one thing. Do you love him?” Brennan’s blue eyes widened at the question. It was the question she always tried hard not to ask herself, using logic to dismiss the concept itself instead of giving an answer.
“You know that I don’t believe in love. It’s a chemical….”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Angela waved her hands dismissively. “It’s chemical reactions, brain waves, whatever. Just because you know the scientific explanation doesn’t mean you don’t feel it. So does Booth make your chemicals react? If the answer is yes, then you should be with him.”
***
Booth came back to the Jeffersonian at 8:30 pm, knowing that most of the employees would be gone but Brennan would still be slaving away in her office. He rapped on the doorframe to announce his presence but stepped into her office without waiting for an invitation. Brennan looked up from her computer.
“Booth, Cam told me you already solved the case? That was incredibly fast. Good work.”
“I’m afraid I can’t take credit for this one. The wife killed him in a moment of rage and the guilt had been eating away at her for 8 years. She broke down and confessed as soon as I started asking questions.” Brennan shook her head in disbelief.
“That’s such a irrational action. Her confession won’t change what she did. She’ll still feel guilty but now she’ll be spending the rest of her life in prison.”
“Sometimes, when someone feels something strongly for a long time, they just can’t keep it to themselves. Rational or not.” His chocolate eyes were boring into her and Brennan knew they were no longer talking about the case. She looked away from her partner, searching for the right words and he waited silently. He had said his piece and now it was her turn.
“I’ve always been a rational person, Booth,” she began, getting up from her desk and moving around the front, perching on the corner across from Booth who sat on the arm of her couch. “But working with you these past few years has shown me that perhaps emotion also has its place. So I talked to Angela, since she’s usually better at these things than I am. And she made an interesting observation.”
“What’s that?” Booth prompted.
“She said that you and I are already in a relationship without the sex and that if I could accept that, we could enter into a romantic relationship without greatly disrupting our professional lives.”
“I think she makes a good point,” Booth replied, his dark eyes watching her carefully. “What do you think?”
“I think that she’s right to a certain degree. I do trust you and enjoy your companionship and I….” she paused, still searching for the right words to keep herself safe. “…I am attracted to you. But our professional relationship is of the utmost importance to me. I don’t want to lose that.” Booth rose from the couch, slowly approaching her.
“Listen, Bones, our partnership is important to me too and I won’t let anything harm that, but I can’t ignore my feelings for you anymore. I think we can do this, make this work. Maybe it won’t be easy, but the best things in life never are. Besides, I’ve never known you to be afraid of a little hard work. And we’ll do it together.” Standing in front of her, he held out his hand for hers, inviting her to try this with him. She contemplated his palm for a moment before joining it with her own.
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Booth grasped her hand, pulling her weight from the desk so she stood before him, eye to eye. “It’s a deal.” And he sealed it with a kiss.
He meant it to be short and sweet, the kiss intended to be a reassurance, but as soon as he felt her soft lips open beneath his, it was hard to keep himself in check. He found himself startled by how emotional he was feeling. Kissing his Bones here, where he had first kissed her under the mistletoe, after she had agreed to be with him, to give them a shot, it was a bit overwhelming. He slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer and deepening the kiss.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily. Booth rested his forehead against hers, savoring the moment. “I think I’ve been dreaming about this since that Christmas,” he confessed softly.
“I have to admit that moment has factored into many of my fantasies as well.” Booth’s eyes snapped open at her words, pulling back slightly so he could look into her startling blue eyes. Instead of the uncertainty he had seen there minutes earlier, they were now sparkling with a hint of mischievousness that always made Booth a little nervous.
“Fantasies?” he sputtered, thrown a bit off his game. “About what?”
“About what could have happened if Caroline wasn’t there. About what could have happened if you and I were alone in my office.”
“And what could have happened?” Booth asked with baited breath, incredibly turned on by the thought of her fantasizing about him, wondering if her fantasies matched his. Foregoing words, Brennan answered his question by grabbing his lapels and pulling him to her for a heated kiss.
Their tongues danced together, hot, wet, hungry. Booth was so distracted by her mouth on his that he didn’t noticed the rest of her body was in motion, pushing him, until the back of his knees hit the couch and he collapsed onto the cushions. She crouched over him, keeping their lips sealed as she deftly unbuttoned his white dress shirt and pushed it aside. Then, she slid to the floor between his knees and went to work on his fly.
Oh hell yes, their fantasies did match, Booth thought as he lifted his hips so she could pull his pants down. He was achingly hard, unable to believe this was real, that Brennan was actually touching him as he sat on her office couch. She swirled a thumb over the pearl of moisture at his tip and he jerked against her with a groan.
“Like that, Booth?” she asked with a sexy smirk. She knew at this moment she was in control and she relished it. The other night at her apartment, he had thrown her off, using her own desire against her. This moment now was payback. Then, they could start this journey together on equal footing.
“This is what I fantasized about,” she told him, slightly increasing the speed of her strokes. “I couldn’t admit it out loud, but ever since I found out how good your lips taste, I wanted to know what you taste like all over.” And then she took him in her mouth.
“Oh God, Bones,” he hissed, trying to keep himself from thrusting further down her throat. She just smiled around his cock, taking him a little deeper and using her hand to gently roll his balls. Part of her wanted to take her time and explore him, but the other part of her realized they were in the middle of her office so fast was probably a better option. She didn’t doubt her ability to get him off quickly and set about doing just that.
“Fuck, Bones, that feels so good……don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he chanted as she found the perfect rhythm. Yes, he had fantasized about this but even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined she would be this good. This was going to be over embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow her down. “Temperance, oh shit, I’m close, I’m so close, baby.” Ignoring the term of endearment, Brennan increased her suction, driving Booth over the edge with a ragged cry.
As he came back to himself, Booth pulled Brennan off her knees and into his lap. Cupping her cheek, he guided her mouth to his, kissing her softly.
“Come on, Bones, let’s continue this someplace else.”
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.
Fourth time I said that's that
You've agreed to give me everything
Now I've got to ask you one more thing
Keep doing that forever
Booth tried to give Brennan the time and space she needed to think things out, but he didn’t do it happily or without reservation. He was scared about giving her too much space to rationalize herself out of her feelings. He was scared he had pushed too hard and sent her running. But he had left the ball in her court, so he stayed away for a few days. However, that option was taken away from him when he got a call about a new case.
Entering the Jeffersonian, he found Brennan on the platform with Clark Edison, bent over some old set of remains.
“Bones.” He spoke to get her attention and she looked up, her startling blue eyes finding him and then quickly looking away. “We’ve got a new case. You’ve got to come do the recovery.”
“I’m busy, Booth. I’m sure the FBI team can handle the recovery this time.” Both Clark and Booth’s eyebrows shot up. Brennan never trusted the FBI Forensic squad; she was always accusing them of compromising her remains. Clark knew the bones they were working on were from Limbo and a murder investigation was imminently more pressing. He surmised there was something personal going on between Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth, but he was a professional and not going to get involved.
“Bones, come on, you always want to do the recovery.” Booth fought to keep the whine out of his voice.
“Well, I don’t want to this time. Just have them sent here.” She went back to her bones, instructing Clark to make note of some anomaly on the remains. Booth was shocked at her dismissal. It was rare for her to refuse to go into the field, no matter what was going on with them personally, but as she turned her back to him, he knew that her refusal was set in stone.
“Okay, then. I’ll be back with the remains, then.” Hands in his pockets, Booth waited one moment, vainly hoping for her to change his mind, then bounced on his heels and turned to leave. On his way out, he ran into Angela.
“What was that about?” the artist questioned the agent, having seen most of the short exchange.
“Bones is busy. I’ll come back later. Gotta run, Ange.” He escaped from his friend, not knowing what Brennan had told her but knowing her intuition was second to none. He didn’t want to face whatever she had to say.
Angela’s brows furrowed at his quick getaway. Something was definitely off between the partners. Brennan not wanting to go to the scene and Booth not even hanging around to pester her until she gave in? She headed over to the platform to get some answers.
***
Brennan hadn’t given any answers to her friend on the platform but had agreed to lunch at the diner. Angela waited until their food arrived before launching her interrogation.
“So why didn’t you do the recovery with Booth this morning?”
“I was in the middle of something.”
“Yeah, bones from Limbo - it could have waited. So tell me why you suddenly don’t want to go into the field with Booth. And don’t lie to me. I’m your best friend.”
Brennan chewed on her cheek as she considered what to tell Angela. She had been agonizing over her situation with Booth and had been debating whether to consult Angela about it. She just wasn’t sure she wanted her friend’s honesty when she was working so hard to ignore the truth of her own emotions. But the artist was staring at her, arms crossed with an uncompromising need to ferret out the truth. So Brennan gave in.
“Booth and I slept together.” Angela’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. THAT certainly wasn’t what she had been expecting to hear.
“What?! When?”
“Last Friday and this past Friday and Saturday.” Angela couldn’t believe it. That Brennan didn’t tell her was understandable - the scientist usually played things close to the vest. But she had been wanting the partners to hook up for years and it took her over a week to notice something was up. She was disappointed in herself.
“Well, how was it? I want details! I bet it was good. Booth looks like he’d be gooooooood.” Angela purred excitedly. Then a horrible thought struck her. “Oh no, he wasn’t bad, was he? I can’t believe Booth would be bad, but why else wouldn’t you want to go with him?”
“He wasn’t bad, Ange. We are very sexually compatible.”
“I knew it!” the artist replied, a satisfied grin. “So then what’s the problem?” Brennan sighed and poked at her salad with her fork.
“Booth told me that he wants, in his words, “everything” with me.” She didn’t have to elaborate for her friend to know why this was a problem. It was a scary prospect, especially for someone like Brennan, to let someone into her life so completely. It was something Angela had struggled with as well. But she wanted her friend to be happy and had thought, from the beginning, that Booth could do make her so.
“I’m not surprised.” Angela said. “Booth isn’t like all your ‘biological imperative’ guys, Sweetie. He’s an everything type of guy.”
“I know,” Brennan replied, eyes downcast as she took another stab at her salad. “But I’m not an everything kind of woman. I’ve never been very good at relationships.”
“Bren, I hate to break it to you, but you’ve basically been in a relationship with Booth for the past 3 years. You spend most of your time together, eat most of your meals together, know each other’s families. You support and worry and think and care about each other. I don’t know what you think a relationship is all about, but that’s a relationship.” Then Angela smirked. “Without the best part, the sex, of course. But now that you have that too, so it seems perfect.”
Brennan shook her head, auburn hair falling into her eyes. “Do you really think it’s that simple?” Angela shrugged.
“Some times you have to make it that simple. Make it all come down to one thing. Do you love him?” Brennan’s blue eyes widened at the question. It was the question she always tried hard not to ask herself, using logic to dismiss the concept itself instead of giving an answer.
“You know that I don’t believe in love. It’s a chemical….”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Angela waved her hands dismissively. “It’s chemical reactions, brain waves, whatever. Just because you know the scientific explanation doesn’t mean you don’t feel it. So does Booth make your chemicals react? If the answer is yes, then you should be with him.”
***
Booth came back to the Jeffersonian at 8:30 pm, knowing that most of the employees would be gone but Brennan would still be slaving away in her office. He rapped on the doorframe to announce his presence but stepped into her office without waiting for an invitation. Brennan looked up from her computer.
“Booth, Cam told me you already solved the case? That was incredibly fast. Good work.”
“I’m afraid I can’t take credit for this one. The wife killed him in a moment of rage and the guilt had been eating away at her for 8 years. She broke down and confessed as soon as I started asking questions.” Brennan shook her head in disbelief.
“That’s such a irrational action. Her confession won’t change what she did. She’ll still feel guilty but now she’ll be spending the rest of her life in prison.”
“Sometimes, when someone feels something strongly for a long time, they just can’t keep it to themselves. Rational or not.” His chocolate eyes were boring into her and Brennan knew they were no longer talking about the case. She looked away from her partner, searching for the right words and he waited silently. He had said his piece and now it was her turn.
“I’ve always been a rational person, Booth,” she began, getting up from her desk and moving around the front, perching on the corner across from Booth who sat on the arm of her couch. “But working with you these past few years has shown me that perhaps emotion also has its place. So I talked to Angela, since she’s usually better at these things than I am. And she made an interesting observation.”
“What’s that?” Booth prompted.
“She said that you and I are already in a relationship without the sex and that if I could accept that, we could enter into a romantic relationship without greatly disrupting our professional lives.”
“I think she makes a good point,” Booth replied, his dark eyes watching her carefully. “What do you think?”
“I think that she’s right to a certain degree. I do trust you and enjoy your companionship and I….” she paused, still searching for the right words to keep herself safe. “…I am attracted to you. But our professional relationship is of the utmost importance to me. I don’t want to lose that.” Booth rose from the couch, slowly approaching her.
“Listen, Bones, our partnership is important to me too and I won’t let anything harm that, but I can’t ignore my feelings for you anymore. I think we can do this, make this work. Maybe it won’t be easy, but the best things in life never are. Besides, I’ve never known you to be afraid of a little hard work. And we’ll do it together.” Standing in front of her, he held out his hand for hers, inviting her to try this with him. She contemplated his palm for a moment before joining it with her own.
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Booth grasped her hand, pulling her weight from the desk so she stood before him, eye to eye. “It’s a deal.” And he sealed it with a kiss.
He meant it to be short and sweet, the kiss intended to be a reassurance, but as soon as he felt her soft lips open beneath his, it was hard to keep himself in check. He found himself startled by how emotional he was feeling. Kissing his Bones here, where he had first kissed her under the mistletoe, after she had agreed to be with him, to give them a shot, it was a bit overwhelming. He slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer and deepening the kiss.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily. Booth rested his forehead against hers, savoring the moment. “I think I’ve been dreaming about this since that Christmas,” he confessed softly.
“I have to admit that moment has factored into many of my fantasies as well.” Booth’s eyes snapped open at her words, pulling back slightly so he could look into her startling blue eyes. Instead of the uncertainty he had seen there minutes earlier, they were now sparkling with a hint of mischievousness that always made Booth a little nervous.
“Fantasies?” he sputtered, thrown a bit off his game. “About what?”
“About what could have happened if Caroline wasn’t there. About what could have happened if you and I were alone in my office.”
“And what could have happened?” Booth asked with baited breath, incredibly turned on by the thought of her fantasizing about him, wondering if her fantasies matched his. Foregoing words, Brennan answered his question by grabbing his lapels and pulling him to her for a heated kiss.
Their tongues danced together, hot, wet, hungry. Booth was so distracted by her mouth on his that he didn’t noticed the rest of her body was in motion, pushing him, until the back of his knees hit the couch and he collapsed onto the cushions. She crouched over him, keeping their lips sealed as she deftly unbuttoned his white dress shirt and pushed it aside. Then, she slid to the floor between his knees and went to work on his fly.
Oh hell yes, their fantasies did match, Booth thought as he lifted his hips so she could pull his pants down. He was achingly hard, unable to believe this was real, that Brennan was actually touching him as he sat on her office couch. She swirled a thumb over the pearl of moisture at his tip and he jerked against her with a groan.
“Like that, Booth?” she asked with a sexy smirk. She knew at this moment she was in control and she relished it. The other night at her apartment, he had thrown her off, using her own desire against her. This moment now was payback. Then, they could start this journey together on equal footing.
“This is what I fantasized about,” she told him, slightly increasing the speed of her strokes. “I couldn’t admit it out loud, but ever since I found out how good your lips taste, I wanted to know what you taste like all over.” And then she took him in her mouth.
“Oh God, Bones,” he hissed, trying to keep himself from thrusting further down her throat. She just smiled around his cock, taking him a little deeper and using her hand to gently roll his balls. Part of her wanted to take her time and explore him, but the other part of her realized they were in the middle of her office so fast was probably a better option. She didn’t doubt her ability to get him off quickly and set about doing just that.
“Fuck, Bones, that feels so good……don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he chanted as she found the perfect rhythm. Yes, he had fantasized about this but even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined she would be this good. This was going to be over embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow her down. “Temperance, oh shit, I’m close, I’m so close, baby.” Ignoring the term of endearment, Brennan increased her suction, driving Booth over the edge with a ragged cry.
As he came back to himself, Booth pulled Brennan off her knees and into his lap. Cupping her cheek, he guided her mouth to his, kissing her softly.
“Come on, Bones, let’s continue this someplace else.”
Part 5