Booth had planned a long evening for her, so he picked her up at 5pm to begin their date. He didn't admit it to her, but he was very nervous about what her reaction to this particular date would be. He intended to make it something special for her, and hoped she would like what he had in store. It would be a bit like a walk down memory lane.
She was waiting for him in front of her apartment, where he wanted to pick her up. As he had asked her to do, she was wearing comfortable jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of lightweight sneakers, with a sweater slung loosely around her waist. He thought she couldn't have looked more beautiful to him than when she was dressed up for the evening.
He was wearing blue jeans and a light blue, button-down, shirt. As she got into his truck, he immediately pulled her into his arms and greeted her with a loving kiss on her mouth. "I missed you already."
She smiled at him as he released her and leaned back in his seat. "Booth, we've only been apart a few hours, how can you miss me?" He just stared at her; she wasn't really expecting an answer, but she was flattered by his remark. To be honest, she had missed him too.
She buckled herself up and turned to him questioningly, "So where are we going?" He just left the curb and shook his head, his eyes sparkling. "Surprise."
He drove her through the early Saturday night traffic of Georgetown, driving north west out of town on Wisconsin Avenue, and, as he pulled onto Massachusetts Avenue, she had an idea. "Booth, are we going to American University?" She looked at him.
He gave her a mischievous grin. "Maybe." Shortly afterwards, he parked the car in the university parking lot. Even though it was a Saturday night, there were still students in the buildings or sitting in the park.
Booth took her hand and she suddenly knew where he was going. Luckily for them, the doors were all still open and after a few steps and a walk down a long hallway, Booth opened the door to a lecture hall. The hall was empty and nobody was around, so they simply snuck in.
Pulling her into his arms, he said, "Four years; it's been almost four years since we met here." He looked around, and then turned back to her. "And I still remember every detail of our meeting."
She beamed at him. What a nice idea for him to bring her here where they first met. "So you remember?"
"Every second, you were standing there in your red blouse and flowered skirt. You know you knocked me off my feet: I had never seen anyone more beautiful." He planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Booth." She was a little overwhelmed. "I don't know what to say. But I'm certainly not the prettiest woman." She shook her head.
"Yes, you are, Bones." Another kiss on her cheek. "To me, you absolutely are." And then he kissed her seriously. As he released her, he let her slip out of his arms, still holding her hand, walking toward the front of the hall.
"Do you believe in fate?" He turned to her.
"You asked me that and I said, 'Of course not, ridiculous'." She smiled at him.
"And yet here we are, Bones." He pulled her into his arms again. "Looks a lot like fate to me, but it's taken us a really, really long time to get to this point, huh?"
Her eyes were filled with tears. "If only I had known...I mean, what I'd been missing out on all these years."
He put his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. "Hey, we didn't miss anything, okay?" He ran his finger down her cheek. "And I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
He gave her another quick kiss on the lips. "Let's go, we have many places to visit tonight."
Back in the car, it only took them ten minutes to get to a quiet part of town, where they pulled up in front of a still dusty and dark pool hall. Only the lighting had been repaired. Booth parked the car and they both got out.
Booth took her hand as they stood in front of the pool hall, but it felt wrong. It was early evening, the sun was still up and the hall wasn't even open yet. "Hm, I think I should have scheduled this stop for much later in the evening." He turned to her. "Whatcha think?".
She looked up at him and leaned into his side. "I think the idea is what counts." She pressed her lips to his. "It was an important evening." Still in his arms, she looked back at the building. "Have you ever been back here in all these years?"
He shook his head. "No, I had no intention of ever coming back here." He looked straight into her eyes and held her tight. "That night changed me. I wanted to be a better man, better for you." He gave her a wide grin. "Because I always knew this was going somewhere.
He kissed her again, this one a little deeper, more open and passionate, reminding them both of that moment in the rain four years ago.
When they were back in the car, she looked at him expectantly. "So where are we going next?"
He glanced at her and shook his head. "I still won't tell you, you'll see!". She leaned back in the seat. She was enjoying every minute of this evening. Booth was so excited about bringing back their special memories; again she was struck by how caring and considerate he was.
He had tried to make some unexpected turns, but in the end he couldn't really hide where they were going next.
"Booth." She looked at him with wide eyes. "Why are we going to the Jeffersonian?" She tugged on his arm to get his attention. "That makes no sense."
He gave her a big grin and parked the car. "You'll understand in a few minutes." He jumped out of the car and went to the passenger side to open her door, even reaching out his hand to help her out of the car. She gave him an annoyed look that said, I can climb out on my own pretty easily. But she understood that he somehow wanted to pretend they were on a date, so she took his hand with a smile.
It only got better when he didn't let go of her and took her in his arms to kiss her hard.
When they parted, she gasped, "Booth, someone might see us, you can't kiss me here in the parking lot." But she made no move to slip out of his arms. This new intimacy just felt too good.
"No, it's Saturday night. People have better things to do than just hang out around here." He leaned towards her for another quick kiss. "And if someone noticed, would you mind?" They hadn't really discussed whether they would tell their friends their new relationship status right away or wait a few weeks.
"I didn't think about that. But we can talk about it later, I really don't know." He had already grabbed her hand and she was surprised that he wasn't walking towards the Jeffersonian but to the rose garden instead. Walking hand in hand was really dangerous. That thought crossed Brennan's mind, but she was surprised that she just didn't care. If some guards saw them, they might not even find it strange.
Booth led them to the little pavilion where they sat down on the steps. He pulled her to him and his eyes wandered over the garden, collecting his thoughts. He had his arm around her shoulders and his hand was running up and down her upper arm.
"You know, Bones..." he turned to her…"we met four years ago but it really started here when we agreed to work together." He chuckled. "You actually blackmailed me here...me, an FBI agent." He gave her a sideways glance. "Only a woman like you would be brave enough to try."
She shoved him with a shoulder. "I'm exceptional, I keep telling you.'' She rested her head on his shoulder. "Glad you accepted my terms."
He put his arm around her and hugged her to his side. "And it looks like we have been a good team ever since, right?" He kissed her hair and they sat there for a few more minutes, remembering how she chased him between the rose beds and told him she could be a duck.
The evening sun bathed the garden in a golden light and Booth pulled Brennan up from the pavilion steps and walked towards the lab, up the steps to the entrance. He didn't say a word about why they were going there. Brennan had understood that he had reasons why he was going to all these places and he would tell her as soon as they were there.
Still, she was surprised when he walked straight towards her office, closing the door directly behind them and even closing the blinds. She was a little breathless.
"Booth, what are you planning here?" A smug smile graced her lips. "I hope it's nothing inappropriate."
He gave her a wide grin. "Bones, don't worry." He bent down to her ear and his voice got very hoarse, "I have no intention of having sex in your office." His voice and his proximity sent a shiver down her spine. "At least not tonight."
He pulled her to a certain spot in the middle of her office where he stood right in front of her, pulling her into his arms with full force. "But I have a memory to correct, to get right." Her eyes told him she had no idea what he was talking about."You know, with Caroline, when we kissed under the mistletoe, it was so awkward. She was standing there and all, and you were telling her that it was like kissing your brother."
He pulled her closer. "I didn't buy it for a minute," he chuckled. "You put your gum in my mouth, remember?"
She grinned. "But you told Sweets it was nothing."
He leaned back, looking playfully offended. "Do you really think I'd tell that kid what's going on between us?" No way."
He shook his head. "No Bones, it was the best kiss I've ever had after the one we had in front of the pool hall. As you grabbed the lapels of my coat all I could think of was, don't lose it. Caroline is watching, you cannot make this more intense." And then he put a hand around her neck and pulled her face right up to his. "When all I wanted was to kiss you like this."
Then he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue easily finding its way into her mouth. He felt her melt into his arms, a soft moan escaping her mouth as he pulled back to get some air, only to dive back again.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed; they didn't count, completely losing themselves in that kiss. It would be so easy to just give in, to sink onto the couch, to make love here, but he had plans and they didn't include a romp on the cushions in her office.
They both gasped when they finally parted. "That was..." Brennan didn't finish her sentence, instinctively running her fingers over her lips, which were still burning from his intense attack on them.
"I totally agree..."
They stood there, still beaming at each other.
"You hungry?" He was the first to speak.
"I could eat." She lowered her head and smiled at him.
He took her hand and walked to the door of her office. "Then let's go."
"The diner?" Brennan turned to Booth, who was parking the car. "You're taking me to the diner on our first date?"
"Yes." That was the only answer she got, before he got out of the car. She did the same and they walked through the door they had opened so many times over the past few years. It was a Saturday night; people weren't working and the diner wasn't really a romantic place, so they could easily take their usual seat near the window.
Booth sat across from her but took her hand the moment they were seated.
"This is our place, Bones." She met his eyes. "It is, I only have good memories of being here." The waitress came and they placed their order. "Here I get your full attention, here you're kind of mine, you know?"
She blushed; she hadn't seen it like that before. But now, hearing his arguments and explanation, it all made sense. "But you could have taken me to the Founding Fathers, that's 'our place' too.
"That's where we go when we've closed a case, often with the squints," he pointed to the table. "But this, this is ours," he chuckled. "Most of the time, anyway." The waitress brought their food and they began to eat. As always, she stole his fries and it all felt as familiar as it was: he had made a good choice.
Brennan was surprised when he neglected their parked car and took her hand again. This was obviously the part of their date that involved walking. The sun slowly set as they strolled the streets of Washington. A conversation from Wednesday night flashed through her mind.
"Booth, what does holding hands have to do with lovemaking?"
"Bones, it has to do with affection, okay, and connection. When you love someone you want them close, maybe you show the world that you belong to that person. It's intimate, it's special. You don't hold hands with someone you don't care about.
He was right, she felt it now. She was his and they were showing it to the world. How much had changed in the last few days.
He didn't let go of her hand until they reached the steps of the Lincoln memorial. She knew this was Booth's place, he liked to sit there and just enjoy the view and the peace he found. They sat on the steps and she leaned against him. For a long time they didn't even speak a word, just enjoying each other's company. It was getting dark and most people had already left. He broke the silence first. "Remember the night when I got really drunk with Agent Sam Reilly and we killed that bottle of scotch?" He turned his head to look at her.
"Sure. I had just visited my father in prison and we met here because you asked me to come. I remember trying to sober you up a bit by filling you with coffee." Brennan leaned into him. "And you put your head on my shoulder and I liked that very much. You were so relaxed that evening."
"What you didn't know…" he looked deep into her eyes...I badly wanted to kiss you that evening." He shrugged. "Maybe the alcohol was making me feel a bit lightheaded." He drew her closer. "But all I could think was…'I just want to kiss her senseless, right here and now'".
He didn't wait any longer; he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers. It started out light, but quickly grew more intense, deeper, filled with passion. Someone was yelling at them to get a room; they didn't care. They were in their own little bubble and nothing could bring them out of it at the moment. Finally, they parted, somewhat breathless and blushing.
Booth ran his hand down her cheek. "You know, I wanted to take you to the mall to our bench where we often sit." He cocked his head. "Where you kissed my hand."
She gave him a playful nudge. "I didn't kiss your hand on purpose and you know it." She beamed at him. "But we found out that we are the center... and the center must hold."
He got up from the stairs and pulled her with him, only to hug her right after. "Oh god, yes, and we held." He released her and took her hand to lead her down the stairs. "Wouldn't you agree?" His eyes wandered to hers only to find her nodding at him.
When they reached the end of the stairs, he pulled her back towards him. "But I don't want to go there anymore." She looked at him, a little perplexed by his change of plans.
"No, I want to go home right now and make love to you, sweet, sweet love. I just can*t help it." He met her eyes and she could see the desire burning in them. This was a new side of Booth that she hadn't seen before, and it made her shiver with excitement.
"I think you are right. I'd like to go home too." And with that, she turned toward the diner where his car was waiting for them, pulling him with her.
Her soft moans and groans filled the dimly lit bedroom. His lips trailed along the underside of her breasts, moving south. Small kisses, sometimes a gentle brushing or a short licking. He got her out of control.
A soft smile touched Booth's lips. It amazed him how responsive she was to his touch, his caresses. They had only made love twice in the morning and he already knew how to make her squirm and give her pleasure.
And he was on a mission here. First caressing her hips, he then steadily moved down her thigh until he reached her calves and finally her feet. That's where he'd kissed her on Wednesday night, but this time he wasn't going to stop; no holding back.
He knelt between her legs and now slid up the inside of her thigh, noticing immediately how she caught her breath. He was just passing where he'd stopped on Wednesday night and lifted his head to look at her.
Her flushed face, her half-closed eyelids, her hands holding the sheets. Her beauty intoxicated him. He wanted her to feel how precious she was to him and how he wanted to show her how much he loved her.
"Trust me," he spoke softly to her. "I want you to feel..." he leaned back down and whispered the next few words against her thigh…"I want you to feel my love." Brennan closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the pillows. This man mesmerized her in a way she had never felt before. For the first time in her life she was able to let herself fall because she trusted him enough that he would catch her and never let her down.
It was overwhelming, her whole body starting to vibrate under the touch of his soft lips on her. She lifted her hips against his mouth and he gladly accepted her invitation, running his tongue over her folds, tasting her arousal and circling her most sensitive spot.
Kissing, nibling, licking. He never stopped, relishing the feeling of her coming undone under his touch. She felt heat coursing through her entire body, and, as she exploded against his tongue, his name fell from her lips.
With a trail of soft kisses, he slowly made his way up her body until he reached her lips and immediately closed the gap with a passionate kiss. "I love you." This was spoken against her lips before he kissed her again.
She pressed her whole body against his, wanting him as close as possible and he got the message immediately. Legs making room for him, hips sliding against each other until finally they were one. Once he filled her completely, he stilled, wanting the moment to last. They had made love that morning, his body was already recognizing hers, but still, it felt overwhelming, new and exciting.
He began to move and they found their rhythm together, spiraling higher and higher until their ultimate release. Booth collapsed on top of her but quickly moved sideways, not wanting to crush her.
He pulled her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breath. He smiled at her and ran his finger down her cheek. "You're so beautiful." He gave her a small kiss on the forehead. "I can't tell you how much I adore you." Brennan blushed. No man had ever said anything like that to her. This man's love for her was something she never expected in her entire life. She had never trusted anyone more than him. She had never felt anything like this before.
"I love you."
Those words didn't leave her lips easily, Booth knew that and was deeply touched by how far she'd come in the past week. "God baby, I love you too!" After another gentle kiss on her lips, he pulled the sheets over their heated bodies and wrapped her in his arms. Sleep would come easily tonight.
He woke up in the middle of the night because he had to go to the bathroom. Not used to being in Brennan's bedroom, he had switched on the bedside lamp to find his way around, so the room was dimly lit when he returned.
He paused in the doorway just to enjoy the view in front of him. Brennan was on her stomach, her hair on her pillow. The sheets had slipped down just enough to expose the small of her back. His place, was his first thought. He could stand there forever and just enjoy her beauty.
He slowly slipped back under the sheets but couldn't stop himself from kissing her shoulder blade...and then another kiss. He felt her wake up. "Shhh...go back to sleep." He pulled away but heard her immediate protest, the words muffled by the pillow. "Ssss perfect, go on."
She didn't have to ask a second time, his mouth was immediately on her again, his lips brushing her shoulder blades and down her spine. He could feel her growing more awake by the minute, her soft moans encouraging him to go deeper.
He was already aroused and her squirming beneath him signaled that she was too. He slipped over her thigh and knelt behind her, between her legs, his hand now sliding down her buttocks and grasping her hips. He slowly picked her up and pulled her onto his lap while sitting on his heels. He entered her slowly. This was a new angle and it just felt perfect.
He wrapped his arms around her stomach and lifted her until she was pressed tightly against his chest. One of his hands found its way to caress her breast while the other slipped between her legs, heightening her arousal. He set a slow pace, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke, with every slide over her sensitive folds.
They came together then collapsed on the bed. "That was..." Words failed him.
She nodded. "Yeah, that was..." They chuckled and he pulled her back into his arms and they slept.
The next time he woke up it was well before noon and he was alone in bed, the sheets on her side feeling cold. He got up to look for her. Not finding her in the bathroom, he headed toward the living room, pausing at the end of the hallway to enjoy the view.
She sat there at the dining table, dressed in his blue shirt, one leg tucked under her, typing rapidly on her laptop. It was like deja vu. A few cards were spread across the table as on Monday evening.
He was taken aback by the moment. How much had happened since that evening? How far they had come in the past few days.
He knew what she was doing - writing the scenes for her book that she couldn't write about before. He was feeling a little cocky because she had been able to do so since they'd made love. He had shown her what it was like to make love. They had learned it together.
"Hey babe," he announced his presence." She tilted her head to look at him, a smile touching her lips; her eyes wandered over his naked body, as he was leaning casually against the wall.
"I'll be done in a minute." She turned to her computer and began typing again, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
But he had seen it, the desire in her eyes. She must have written something very intimate, and obviously it was getting to her; he felt like he was prey and she was the lioness, ready to make the kill.
Okay, he was ready to take whatever she wanted to do with him, patiently waiting right here, leaning against the wall. He wasn't going anywhere.
AN: A big, heartily thank you to my Beta Jen. She has really helped me a lot. And it's so nice we became friends because of this fanfiction community and especially doing this work here together. And, guess what, we are up for another story. A short one in the making.
But first there will be a new story and I don't tell you much, only that it is called
The Magic of New Year`s Eve
And a short part of the story…..
""Bones!," he moaned, "Of course, New Year's Eve is something special. How can you say such a thing?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. He wouldn't give up that easily.
"So the Earth has completed one revolution around the Sun once more. It's still just a day like any other. The only festivals mentioned in historical documents show that there was a fire festival celebrated by the Germanic tribes on that day. That's all." Brennan hesitated. "But the holiday has never really interested me. I'm usually on a dig somewhere, so for me it's simply another day. You go to bed at night and in the morning it's a new day in a new year.'' She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing special."
Booth shook his head in disbelief. "Bones, that's so, so wrong . New Year's Eve…"He beamed at her and raised both palms up for emphasis. "New Year's Eve... it's magic."
"Booth, there's nothing magical about that evening, that night!" She laughed softly and shook her head. Sometimes he really was like a little child.
"Wrong, Bones, wrong." He pointed his finger at her. "And I can prove it to you." He leaned back smugly. "You just have to go to the party with me, and you'll see. MAGIC." He had both hands clenched into fists and held them out to her, then spread his fingers wide to illustrate the word magic again.
"Booth, admit it…you just don't want to be the one who shows up that night without a date.," she giggled. "I know what you're up to." A smile crossed her lips as she stole another fry. .
Hope you are interested. It might be up next week.