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Bones fanfic: Dancing Around Ourselves (2/3)
Man, this has gotten HUGE! I'd planned it to be a short fic but so far it has taken control of me. I guess that, now, it is a prequel for Escapades. Of course, none is mandatory reading to understand each other, they're rather self-explanatory. But, hey, Escapades is quite fun to read and write. But I like to think that this is how they started it.

Title: Dancing Around Ourselves (2/3)
Pairing: Booth/Brennan
Spoilers: The Man In The Mud, The Girl With the Curl
Rating: NC-17
Summary: as the doctor prescribed, Booth and Brennan try to get themselves in a more social environment that turns out to be far more interesting than bowling or a ceramic class

Chapter 2: And She Owns his Heart
Word count: 3,383


“So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing”

(Martin L. Gore – In a Manner of Speaking)


Brennan kicked her shoes to the side, groaning in relief, and walked to the kitchen barefooted. Booth looked around, taking in the familiar sight of her living room and the soft light of the lamps she had just lit. With no ceremony whatsoever, he plopped himself onto Brennan’s couch, that way-too-comfortable and way-too-expensive couch of hers, sinking further into it, getting more comfortable. There was no doubt he felt completely at ease at her home.

And Brennan seemed to notice it as well, as she returned to the living room, two bottles of cold beer in hand, raising her eyebrows at him. She turned her sarcastic comment into a smirk as she sat by his side on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table in front of them, groaning again.

“I don’t know how you can handle walking around in those shoes.”

“They’re beautiful. And they’re supposed to be dance shoes, which obviously ruins its purpose once dance shoes hurt your feet if you spent a great amount of time dancing.”

“Oh, well. You women and your shoes.”

“They’re new, that’s why.”

Booth glanced at her shoes, lying forgotten next to the door, then at her feet, resting on the small table. They were beautiful, not too big and more delicate than he would have imagined; two reddish marks tainted the paleness of her skin, as he came to realize they were blisters that were probably hurting her all night long. He took a long swig of his beer and put it aside, gesturing to her.

“Come on, lemme massage your feet.”

She didn’t question and turned slightly, so she could rest her legs on the couch and her calves on his lap. Booth’s hands felt slightly moist from the cold beer he was holding, but soon the warm sensation of his sightly rough hands sent a wave of relief up her legs, soothing her.

“Oh, that feels good!” she groaned, huskily, letting her head fall back against the couch. He had, indeed, skilled hands and worked them up and down her feet, each in turn, from her ankles to her toes.

Brennan felt like she was melting in his hands, relaxing completely against him and allowing the full weight of her legs on him.

“Is it good?”

“Wonderful...” she said, looking down at him through heavy eyelids. Although he was gentler than she would have liked him to be, the touch of his hands on her skin felt nice, more like a caress than a massage. He ran his fingertips over each toe and the top of her feet, kneading slowly and then backwards, so he was touching the sole of her feet now. Brennan unconsciously wiggled her toes, squirming.

“You’re ticklish!” what was supposed to be a question sounded more like a surprised statement.

“A little.”

“I would’ve never pegged you as ticklish.” Booth smiled, amused, as he kneaded her ankles and the way up her calves, feeling the taut muscles under his fingers and the soft pale skin exquisetely lighter than his own, watching her nearly in awe.

“That feels really good, Booth.”

He smiled, glancing at her, as his hands continued to touch her, now kneading the balls of her feet and the way up to her ankle again.

“You know, the Thai believe that foot massage works better if together with the upper body massage.”

“Are trying to coax me into massaging your shoulders or anything?”

Brennan laughed.

“No, I was just making a comment. But you’re welcome to it, if you’d like to.”

“I’m not done with you’re feet just yet, Bones,” he said, applying harder pressure to the area just above her ankles, making her moan lightly and close her eyes.

He enjoyed the sight of her, leaning against the couch, legs against his lap and melting under his touch. He wondered for a second what it would feel like to touch her bare back, soothing away the stress until she was nearly asleep.

Lost in these thoughts, Booth let his hands slide aimlessly towards her calf until he was touching the insides of her knee, fingers tracing a ticklish path that made her squirm.

Brennan opened her eyes to stare at him, mouth slightly opened, as his fingers now ran slightly under the hem of her skirt. Half expecting her to complain, he recoiled downwards to her calf.

Instead, he saw a glint in her eyes and she pulled her skirt upwards her thighs a few inches, allowing him a better view of a part of her legs that he had never seen before. Booth couldn’t take his eyes off that uncovered area, that seemed even smoother than her calves and the even more appealing area still hidden under her reddish skirt.

He also noticed that she seemed to blush. Either for coyness or the effect he had on her; but the sureness of her gesture was blatant to him.

Booth accepted the invitation and let his fingers roam over the satin softness of her inner thigh, just above her knee. She squirmed lightly, again.

“You have such soft skin, Bones.”

“Thank you” she said, barely a whisper. Probably because his hand was sneaking up her thigh, making her quiver ever so lightly and blush even more.

Brennan closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the couch. She gave into his touch for a little longer before opening her eyes again and meet his, staring intently at her.

In a sudden movement, she moved closer to him and straddled his legs, supporting herself half on him half on her knees.

“Bones.” He said her pet name, just because, looking up to her face. He knew what she wanted to do, he knew all along that their actions would eventually lead them to this place and yet he felt mildly surprised for it finally happening.

“Booth. I think I want to cross that line now,” she said softly, leaning, so her face was close to his.

“We’ve crossed that line ages ago, Bones,” he said softly, almost a whisper.

His hands moved to her back, caressing the way to her shoulders and landing on her cheeks, cupping her. Even though he wanted her badly, it wasn’t about lust right now. He wanted to acknowledge how precious she was to him.

As though she did understand the underlying statements in his eyes, she caressed his chin, soft fingers roaming lightly over his face, as if memorizing his features, studying him. Brennan had such an intense stare, watching him closely, fingers silently examining him before she finally lean further to brush her lips against his, impossibly softly and slowly. Booth wanted more. He followed her as she pulled away, watching him again, gauging his reactions. They were certainly crossing yet another line, the one where she seemed to realize she didn’t just want him, but the one where she realized he wasn’t just a friend or a potential sex partner.

“Should we discuss it, then?” she asked, her eyes focused on his plump lips, aching to kiss him fully.

“I don’t know. What exactly do you want?”

She pondered his words for some moments.

“You.”

“You’ve had me for some time now, Bones, you’ve had my heart all along. How come you never realized that?”

Brennan smiled, a small and bittersweet smile as her index finger touched his lips and her eyes pierced his.

“I don’t know how to deal with it, Booth.”

He then realized the gleam in her eyes, as if she had tears threatening to fall down her cheeks, her face looked constraint, Booth pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her back, and kissed her cheek, nuzzling her, brushing his way to her lips and opening up to her, feeling her tongue find his, as they deepend the kiss for their own sake.

Brennan settled further onto his lap, sighing into his mouth and closing her eyes. Uncounsciously, she also wrapped her arms around him, hands fumbling towards the short hair at the back of his head to play with it. She had known it, of course she had. She wasn’t stupid, she was just too scared to admit she saught this very moment and was even ashamed to admit how scared and vulnerable she felt about it.

Their tongues met in a hurry, in a hunger, their lips collided and hands touched each other’s body in frantic movements; Brennan moaned slightly as the tip of his fingers roamed under the hem of her blouse, touching her lightly, sending jolts of eletricity throughout her body.

She held his hand and put it against her breast and he looked down at her, never parting the kiss. He caressed her, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples. Brennan’s eyes fluttered and she quivered slightly.

She pulled away, making him gasp for air, for her, groaning at her absence. The loud thudding in her ears warned her of the adrenaline as she was aware of all her reactions, to all reactions in her body to what they were doing, from the thrill and rush of adrenaline his scent ignited in her to the small groans as he also reacted to hers.

Brennan removed her blouse and bra, standing bare in front of him, under his gaze, the raw awe in his features and curiosity in his fingers that touched her, explored her naked torso. He leaned again, this time kissing the column of her neck instead of her lips and fastly going down to her breasts, hungrily lapping at her nipples. At this point she couldn’t hold back a small moan in appreciation.

“Booth...” she whispered his name, tugging at his shirt until she could finally managed to take it off his body, exposing his chest to her. It was her turn to run her fingers against him, exploring and teasing him.

Booth pushed her so Brennan was lying on the couch, looking up at him, and he stood up, finishing undressing. He stood bare in front of her, watching her as she laid on the couch, her eyes tracing as much of his body as she could. He was fully hard now and barely within her reach. She stretched out her hand to touch him, fingers tracing lightly the head of his penis, spreading moisture and he stepped closer so she could grasp his length and wrap her hand around him. Booth groaned, closing his eyes, and nearly tumbled, kneeling in front of her; suddenly he was atop her on the couch again, watching her face as she continuously caressed him.

“What, you’re speechless now?” she said, a small smirk on her face.

“What do you wanna talk about?” he whispered, his voice somewhat constraint, and moved slighlty so his hand could touch her. He found his way past her belly, past her skirt and panties, finding the wetness between her legs and rubbed his fingers against her, roughly; it was her turn to close her eyes and moan loudly. “You’re so wet!”

“I can get easily aroused if properly stimulated”

Booth groaned in mock annoyance and kissed her on the mouth, hungrily searching for her tongue in a breath-taking, mind-blowing kiss. He pulled away as fast as he started kissing her.

“We can work on your dity talk later, Bones, right now I’m more interested in some kind of non-verbal responses from you,” he said, unzipping her skirt and pulling it away, along with her panties, gazing down at her bare underneath him.

“Booth...” she whispered, squirming in antecipation

He moved again so that he was kneeling on the floor, and held her by her thighs, pulling her closer to him.

Brennan closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, waiting for the feel of his lips against hers and, even though she was prepared for the sensation, it still overwhelmed her. Yes, she could blame it on the chemicals, on pheromones and on whatever logical reason she could think of whenever she could think rationally again; even though there were moments in her sex life that she could think straight during intercourse, be bored even, there was something in the combination of his tongue and lips against her that nearly sent her off, hovering the couch.

Booth’s tongue worked her with no ceremonies but with a sureness of someone who knew what he wanted to do. For a brief while Brennan could keep track of her surroundings and the high-pitched whimpers coming out of her mouth; she was aware that she would be probably tugging at his hair a little too harsh and that both her legs were over his shoulders; that was until his teeth started nibbling her clit and the uncontrollable buckling started. She pressed him tighter against her as she came.

She was breathing hard, her chest moving up and down fastly as she tried to regain her breath. A tickle on her neck made her squirm, as she realized he was feather-light kissing her again; she became aware of the world outside her own self when a gentle but steady grasp of his hand on her hair made her look up at him. His erection was pressing against her inner thigh and she raised her legs, shifting, so it would touch her between the legs, rubbing against her clitoris. Booth moaned, letting out a harsh pant that brushed her cheek. He was hovering above her, supporting his weight on his elbows and she could feel him tremble over her, on a huge effort to not come right now.

She felt her lips twitching in a smile when she realized the naked adoration on his face, underneath all the lust. He was so hard against her, trembling with lust to be inside her and yet he stopped to gaze down at her.

Wrapping her legs around him, she moved her hips and pulled him inside her, slow and deep. Booth panted and groaned, closing his eyes as he filled her, the wetness of hers enveloping him like heated water in a bathtub, soothing and yet burning at the first contact. And that’s how she felt, as if she was on fire, him burning her from inside in a delightful and slightly painful sensation.

“Oh, fuck!” she couldn’t suppress a whimper as he pulled out slowly, starting to move, incredibly slow. He looked at her, surprisedly pleased at her cursing, and pushed deeper, faster.

Brennan saw beads of sweat on his forehead and she ached to licked it, taste him more, have more of him. She moved her hands to the base of his neck and pulled his face closer to her, covering him with wet and open-mouthed kisses, her tongue darting out here and there to lick the salt off his skin until he finally rested his forehead against hers, noses touching. Brennan noticed the soft smile on his face beneath the grunting sounds he was making; the adorably hot, completely arousing sounds, mixing with her whimpers and moans. He was all around her; his forearms, where he supported himself so his weight wouldn’t crush her, were like a cage around her face; she was very aware of her nipples brushing against his skin and the friction sending them taut, aching to be touched. She was aware, also, of the searing kiss his mouth pulled hers into; another breath-taking one, where their tongues seemed to duel and push against each other, sucking and biting so eagerly he seemed to try and release the tention in his body throughout his mouth. She watched him through heavy eyelids.

Brennan was breathless at the sight of him, so lost in her observation that she barely missed the tightening in her belly; although she was completely overwhelmed by him, she knew, she wouldn’t come right now and was just torturing him.

“Come on, Booth,” she coaxed him “come inside me, come on.”

“But... Bones...” he tried to say, but couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“It’s okay, come inside me now.”

He nodded and pushed harder into her, finally coming in hot shots inside her, grunting as he did so. For a moment he stopped, pushing for one last time and collapsed against her, half of his weight on the couch, half on her.

Booth stood still for a while, just regaining his breath, coming in and out in rapid gushes against her left nipple. He rested his head against her breast, wrapping his arms tight around her, caressing her.

Once again her moved slightly, getting more comfortable against her moist skin, as her fingers found his hair and caressed him lightly. Her legs eased the grip around him and fell, limp, against the couch.

“Amazing, Bones... you’re amazing.”

She smiled smugly, tugging slightly at his hair, feeling it moist with his sweat against her hands. They’ve fallen silent for a while, just breathing; Brennan was deeply lost in thoughts, concentrated on his hard breathing against her and on what they’ve just done. She couldn’t exactly tell what she was feeling about having sex with her partner. Actually, she couldn’t just say they’ve had sex when she was aware that they’ve just shared a deeper connection, which she wasn’t quite sure which was yet.

“Booth?” she called, as his silence started bothering her.

She heard no response. When Brennan looked down at him she saw he had fallen asleep and was breathing evenly now, comfortably nested against her chest. She smiled and squirmed down a little so she could look at his face better, so peaceful, seeming unaware of his surroundings, as if he was already dreaming. He had that look of adoration again, the same one she saw on his face a little while ago.

Brennan raised her hand and caressed his face with the tip of her fingers; she traced his features, his cheeks and nose, traced the countours of his eyebrows and his lips. Right now his lips were warm and rosy, still, silent, for he was inside his own mind for a while. At least that’s what she thought until he said her name.

“Bones.”

He murmured, echoing in her chest. Yet again the flutter in her stomach made its presence known when he opened his sleepy eyes to look at her and his face changed slowly into a smile. Brennan felt overwhelmedly happy.

“Let’s go to bed, Booth.”

“Yes, in a while. C’mere,” and he pulled her for another kiss, slowly sliding his tongue against hers, lazily rubbing it and caressing her. He moved so he was over her again, for better leverage, and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth further and causing her to moan. Brennan felt his lips twitch in a smile and opened her eyes to find his own open, staring down at her, watching her.

They probably spent a long time there, on her couch, just kissing each other and Brennan felt as if she was melting in his arms, a lazy warm feeling she filed in the back of her brain for further investigation.

Booth parted the kiss with a loud sound and stood up, reaching his hand out to her. She let her gaze travel up and down his body for a moment, and he seemed to glow in the dim lights of her living room. Booth seemed comfortable enough with himself to let her stare at him and didn’t look bashful; instead, he seemed to be turned on by her curiosity as his penis seemed to harden .

“Let’s go bed, Bones.”

She accepted his hand and held it, allowing him to pull her up to her feet and felt him pull her closer to him, wrapping his eager arms and hands around her, touching her once again. She enjoyed the feeling and let her head rest against his chest, as his hands roamed over her belly and up to her breasts.

If Brennan had actually stopped to wonder what it would be like to have sex with her partner, she would’ve concluded he’d be such an attentive lover, as he was an attentive partner and friend. And, still, it surprised her as he seemed to ignore his own arousal to make sure she’d get hers.

They stumbled into the bedroom and onto the bed, not even bothering to pay attention to the objects they hit along their way.

TBC