wine: by gordie

wine:

Booth, in a tuxedo, a large open bottle of wine clutched in one hand,lunged into the elevator, and thunked backwards against the far wall. His whole body was thrumming like it was live with electricity. He rested there,wiped his brow, took a long swig from the bottle, swallowed it, ran his hand down over his face, and muttered "hoooooboy"

He and Brennan were in New York, in a fancy downtown high rise hotel. Brennan had been invited to a high level fundraiser for the Jeffersonian by some billionaire, and he had booked them into the best hotel in the city. She had begged Booth to come with him, saying "This close to Valentine's day, I need a male escort I can trust....or I'll have rich drunk old men hanging off me all night!"

He had relented...she had been so sincere when she asked him....then he had met her at her room to escort her to the fundraiser. When she came out of the room his eyes had literally bugged out of his head.

She was wearing a low backed, low cut, high hemmed little black dress that was so close to dangerously revealing it was ridiculous! Combine that with the stiletto heels, and her hair.....it wasn't in the almost severe hair styles she sometimes wore....it was loose and soft and hanging down in delicate waves over her near bare shoulders ...combine that with her enormous natural beauty......and Booth was dazzled wordless.

Brennan had smiled at his reaction, looked him up and down slowly from under long gorgeous lashes, and had said "Are you ready for me Booth?"

"Yes!" Said Booth a little too quickly, then he gathered his wits, and said they better get going or they'd be late.

On the long elevator ride to the ground floor, Brennan had stood very close to Booth, so close he could smell her perfume....and feel the heat from her body.....she stood just in front and to one side of him, and he couldn't help letting his eyes wander up and down her figure longingly like loving caresses...oh god...if only he could do that with his hands.....Booth suddenly found he had to struggle mightily to keep from having an urgent and totally embarrassing male reaction before the doors to the elevator opened.

When they finally did, Brennan had snaked an arm around his, pressed herself against it, looked up at him through those amazing lashes again, and said , "Booth? Take me...."

"Uh?" was all that came out as Booth looked down at her.

"To my table...take me to my table, please?"

"OK" was all Booth could say...he had a quick image of sweeping everything off the table and picking her up and throwing her on it....then he shook his head slightly to clear it, as he desperately tried to go over baseball statistics in his mind, anything to keep down....certain thoughts...."Who the hell DID win the series last fall anyway?" he wondered. His mind went numb of all thought when Brennan squeezed herself again against his arm , and said "Lets go, Booth."

The whole night Brennan seemed to make a point of touching him, leaning against him, whispering in his ear,smiling at him and looking up at him through half lidded eyes...why did THAT little move get to him so bad?

Finally, he just couldn't take it any more. They were seated at the table, and Brennan's thigh was hard against his. She leaned over to say something to the person on the other side of Booth, her low cut outfit leaving just enough to the imagination to make it run wild. And Booth's was,as his eyes involuntarily flicked down. He couldn't help it... such a glorious sight....and then Temp's hand came down softly on his thigh. Temp had leaned a little further toward the other person to make some point, and hidden by the table cloth, her hand had slid up his leg,all the way up till it bumped into...

Booth's breath caught...and he couldn't inhale, or exhale........because her fingers didn't move away...in fact...they crept a little higher....and...pressed...

Someone on the other side of Brennan said something to her,and she was forced to lean that way to hear them. Booth took this moment to make his escape.

Grabbing a half empty bottle of wine that would have cost him a month's pay, Booth bolted for the lobby and the elevator. He had to get out NOW, or he WOULD be cleaning a table off with a sweep of his arm and throwing Brennan on it and.....he had to stop thinking about that...at least till he was in private..oh man.....

Brennan didn't notice Booth leave till she turned back and reached for him again. She just caught site of him disappearing through the doorway. "Oh no you don't" she muttered, and quickly followed him out.

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Temperance had approached Angela earlier in the week, and in her straight forward way, had blurted out to Angela, "I want Booth"

Angela had said "You mean to go to that fund raiser? You told me that already...."

"No, Angela...I WANT Booth. WANT him. I had a dream about him....and oddly...pudding cups...chocolate....chocolate pudding cups...."

Angela said,as she gave Temp a gentle shake, "Sweetie? Wake up and talk to me..."

"Oh...right...anyway....I don't want to wait any longer.I know we're right for each other...and I want to be with Booth now!!"

Angela smiled.."About time...so...why are you telling me?"

"I need...help. Information. Techniques in...."

"Attraction?....seduction?" Angela said.
She knew that Temp was no wall flower, she was an experienced and normally confident lover, but this was different, Temp knew she had to woo Booth, not just tell him they were "going to go to her place and wreck the bed."

Making a whirling motion next to her temple with her index finger, Angela said "You want to get past all those weird ideas Booth has in his head like workplace integrity,responsibility, and propriety and get on to another Y word."

"Another Y word? Brennan asked.

"HORNY!!" Angela said. "You want to drive Booth past the point of reason, am I right?"

"Right" Temp agreed.

"OK, I'm gonna go over some moves with you. And, get you the right outfit."She stepped back and looked Temp up and down appraisingly, an eyebrow arched. .

"You've got all the ammo and more needed to bring that beast down. All we need do it show it a little, in the right proportions. I've got a few ideas in that direction. Oh, and Sweetie?"

"Yes Angela" Temp asked.

"DON'T wait for the "perfect" moment. That may never come.MAKE your moment! If you want Booth like you say you do....then just...TAKE him" As Angela said this, she smiled a smile that would have done a shark proud.
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So as Booth rested against the back of the elevator,wine bottle planted on his hip, gathering his wits the elevator doors started to close.

Suddenly...a scarlet nailed hand stopped the elevator doors, and they opened back up....revealing an impossibly long leg, ending in a stiletto heeled shoe. The leg wrapped around the door frame, and Temperance slithered into the elevator in a move most exotic dancers would envy....

"Booth" Temp said his name in a seductive coo.

"B....buh....Bones..." Booth answered.

"Booth" Temp said again, through glistening pursed lips that were the same shade as her nails,as the doors closed behind her.

"B...buh....Bones"

"Booooth" cooed Temp again, as she pressed the button for the top floor, and came toward Booth..who just stood there....

Temp stood in front of Booth now. She reached up and undid his bow tie slowly, and just as slowly pulled it off.

"Booth" she whispered..as she undid the top four or five buttons of his shirt.

"TEMP!!" Booth said.

"Booth" She whispered in his ear.

"Tempo..B..Bones...we can't....here...I...."

"Booooth" Temp cooed again, and taking a half step back, looked down at the wine bottle planted against Booth's hip. She reached for it slowly, and gripped the neck of the bottle about half way down from the top. She looked up at him again, then down again, and slid her grip to almost the end of the bottle, just behind the ridges where the cork goes....and squeezed.

"Booth" she whispered. And went to her knees.

"Bones!!" Booth whispered back urgently.

Temp gazed up at Booth, and slowly leaned forward, and carefully took a drink from the wine bottle....leaned back again, and as she wiped her chin, smiled at Booth.

"Oh....God....." was Booth's strangled response..."Oh.....my....God..."

Temp brought her hand up to booth's belt buckle, was a little disappointed it was a dress belt and not his usual one, but she delicately traced out the word "COCKY" where it should have been, then undid his belt...

"Booooooones" Booth gasped.

"Booth" Temp answered..and there followed a muted zip.

"UH!...OH!!.... Booooones!!!" Booth groaned, his head thrown back.

And he dropped the wine bottle...which fell to the floor with a dull thunk and clatter....the wine sloshing back and forth inside it...and then pumping out repeatedly from the open top onto the thickly carpeted floor....

I laughed all the way through Booth's agony, Pimp!

"hoooooboy"

The last 3 lines actually made me laugh out loud. You little writer you. I didn't know... I'm impressed.

DBCrazy wrote:I laughed all the way through Booth's agony, Pimp!

"hoooooboy"

Um, what agony? Gooo PIMP! I loved that, and if Booth's in any pain I'll take his place.

Just sayin'.

RM

THX1138 wrote:

DBCrazy wrote:I laughed all the way through Booth's agony, Pimp!

"hoooooboy"

Um, what agony? Gooo PIMP! I loved that, and if Booth's in any pain I'll take his place.

Just sayin'.

RM

Okay, so in retrospect I might've chosen a better word, but ... oh never mind, there's nothing I can say that you won't have a comeback for anyways. Let me just reiterate though that I did laugh all the way through it!!

I don't care as long as you enjoyed it!! =]

Booth is so going to owe Angela for this!!!

hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahhhahahahhahahahahhahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was awesome. I understand the reference now.