Whispers on a Kiss

This story is a work in progress! After seeing the latest episode where Bones and Booth kiss I just couldn't help myself. The show doesn't come back on until January so here's a little Booth and Bones love.

I might end this here if no one wants more, so if you like the story please leave a comment so I'll know people want the next part. This story is rated for future chapters, although the first chapter does have some fun in it. Enjoy!

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Brennan groaned and tossed in her bed for perhaps the thousandth time that night. Every night for the last two weeks it’s been the same thing. Being busy during the day has allowed her the privilege of absence of thought, but at night when she was alone in her bed with only her thoughts it kept inevitably wandering away to the same thing: Kissing Booth.

She rolled over and the clock on her nightstand read “5:58am” in bright red numbers. She shouldn’t be feeling this way, she knows she shouldn’t feel this way, because losing sleep over such a simple kiss is completely irrational. But she does, and it annoys her.

The previous two weeks had been fairly normal…well as normal as the life of an anthropologist can get. There have been no murders that require her expertise and she’s kept herself busy by visiting her father in prison and studying old bones. Booth took a two week leave of absence to spend time with his son and was due back today.

They hadn’t had time to really talk about the kiss, which despite her own words was definitely not like kissing her brother, and she was not looking forward to it, but she knew as partners they really needed to talk about it. She’s always made fun of people who talk about getting weak in the knees when kissing someone, but there she’d been immediately seeking her chair when her legs were replaced by jelly.

She’s been kissed before obviously, and she’s also a pleasure seeking human being just like everyone else, but she’s never been kissed like that before. She was hesitant at first, although the warm sensation coursing through her veins made it very difficult not to be eager. Even after two weeks she could feel his lips on hers, a permanent imprint made by her overactive mind.

Brennan sighed and looked over at the clock again which read “6:00am” and she slowly crawled out of bed. She didn’t need to wake up yet but it was close enough for her.

“Another sleepless night…” She said aloud to the empty house and walked into her bathroom.

She flicked on the light and stared at her tired reflection in the mirror. Even after years of being her, she couldn’t recognize herself in the mirror. Her auburn hair was messy due to shifting on a pillow all night long and she had bags under her eyes. She couldn’t helped it, she laughed.

“Geez this is so corny,” She said to her reflection and smiled before pulling her nightgown over her head leaving her completely naked.

She stepped into the shower and turned the knob, sighing as the cold water shot out and cascaded down her body.

“If only the water could cool me below the surface,” She thought absentmindedly to herself.

She’s always preferred cold showers in the morning and hot showers at night just before bed, because the cold water helps shock her body out of its drowsiness, but over the last two weeks it has served a different purpose. As she began to clean herself off, everywhere her hands touched felt like it channeled the heat under her skin in those areas, battling against the cold water in domination over her body.

A soft gasp escaped her lips when her right hand brushed against one of her breasts. Her breast warmed to her touch and created this annoyingly pleasant sensation she was hoping to avoid. What happened to the time when a cold shower would take care of that problem?

She brushed a thumb against her right nipple and gasped again. She closed her eyes and with a defeated sigh cupped her right breast in her hand and squeezed it, a moan she couldn’t suppress began deep inside her and built up until it came out, almost imperceptible but definitely there. She gently pinched the nipple and another moan, a little louder than the last, tore out of her.

Her free hand moved down her body, leaving a blazing trail of fire beneath her skin, and lightly touched herself between her legs, and although no sound came forth from her that time, it took all her willpower to stop it. Masturbation wasn’t anything new to her. She’s done it before, but not all that frequently. Temperance is a woman who is usually able to control her urges, but as always when it comes to Booth he causes her to do things she normally wouldn’t.

She moved her hand to her other breast and squeezed it a little harder, while rubbing a finger gently against her clit, and no measure of willpower in the world could have stopped the moan that came out of her then, which was loud enough to echo in the bathroom. Her body demanded more and she was no longer in any position to deny herself, so her fingers rubbed hard against her clit and her hips moved back and forth against them.

At that point the water could have been pumped in from the North Pole and it wouldn’t have cooled her down. Soft gasps and moans flowed from her lips as she tried to bring herself to as soon as possible. She didn’t like feeling like a slave to passion, thinking she is far above such human impulses, but she just couldn’t resist. She moved the hand from her breast to the shower wall, leaning against it while her hips moved against her fingers.

She tried to imagine a thousand different things besides what her body wanted her to imagine. But every face she imagined kept getting replaced by Booth. She whimpered as she struggled to think of someone else, but she imagined Booth there in the shower with her, his hands on her body and his penis buried deep inside her.

She was too caught up in her imagination to notice her hand had developed a mind of its own and slid a finger inside her tight passage. Another whimper escaped from her lips and she slides in a second finger, focusing her thumb on her clit as she struggled to stay standing. It’s been a year since she had sex, and although she knows she can go indefinitely without it, the thoughts running through her mind made her feel like she needed it soon or she’d die.

In her mind Booth had her pinned against the shower wall with his own body, his penis thrusting hard inside of her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. She imagines her legs around his hips, pulling him toward her with each thrust, trying desperately to make him thrust harder, faster, deeper, anything to make her moan louder and cause him to want her more.

She thrust her hips desperately at her fingers as her mind thought up such delicious things, her walls squeezing her fingers as hard as she wanted to squeeze Booth then. She imagines Booth leaning and whispering in her ear that he’s about to cum just before he thrusts deep inside of her and moans her name, cumming hard and filling her up.

“Booth!” She moaned, a slightly pained expression in her voice as her walls squeezed almost painfully tight around her fingers and she exploded, a long moan bursting forth from her that also sounded like Seeley. Her hips moved back and forth as she came all over her fingers, her mind seeing it as Booth.

When she finally came back down to Earth, she thrust her fingers one last time before pulling them out, savoring the remnants of her orgasm. She opened her eyes and finally turned on the hot water, no longer needing the cold since it had been so useless in the first place. She tried her best not to think about the images in her head as she finished her shower and stepped out on wobbly legs.

She knew she was satiated for the moment, but not nearly as satisfied as she wanted to be. She felt Booth’s lips on hers again and sighed before getting dressed for work.

“How annoying,” She muttered.