Hello!

I've been wanting to try my hand at some 1st person POV Brennan, and this is the result. This will be a collection of non-related one shots. Like all of my work, most will be M rated, but there is the possibility that a few one shots might not be smutty (like this one actually!).

I don't have a plan for this; it's more that I just want a spot where if I feel inspired, I can quickly post.

1st Person POV is hard for me, because it always sort of comes across as clinical. You wouldn't think it would, as in theory, it should be even MORE personal. But, I can't quite figure it out sometimes. And 1st person BRENNAN POV can be even MORE clinical ( in my opinion). She's just so observant, it's hard to get out of her head when I'm in her head.

LOL, that doesn't make sense, but it does to me.

The point is…I should stop talking about it and just get to this one shot.

As for the title, I feel like someone else might have used it before, but I couldn't find it. If this title already exists, let me know, and I can change it.

-b&b-

He's angry. Really angry.

And I love it.

The harder his body gets with tension, the more I can feel my own softening in expectation.

I want him; I always want him, but when he's like this, I really, desperately want him. I want to feel his hard body against mine. I want him stripped of his perfect suit and I want him over me. Inside of me.

I want him.

He's moving closer, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and narrowed, his fists clenched.

An entire pillar of strength and controlled fury, so close to me. I can see his mouth moving, but an unfortunate side effect of his anger is that I can't hear a word he says. My other senses are heightened; I can clearly see him, I can practically taste the way his lips will feel against mine. When he's close like this, his aftershave seems stronger, and I just want to touch him. I want to be touched by him.

But I can hardly hear him. I know I should listen; I want to hear what he says, but it's as if I have cotton in my ears and every word is muffled.

Angry, sexy words from his firm lips, and he's moving even closer.

He's the only one I want like this. He's the only one I want to lose control for me; he's the only one I could ever consider losing control for. Any other man, I'm not interested in...him. But with Booth, I want everything. Restraint, control, rationality, empiricism. Each person should strive for those things. But I want Booth to lose them. I want him to lose them with me, for me...I want him to lose it inside of me.

It's unfair; it's unfair how much his anger turns me on.

And it know it's unfair because I also know how much he hates being angry. I know how much he hates losing his control. I wish it didn't make me wet. I wish it didn't make me instantly desperate for him to use his large hands to rip my shirt open. I wish it didn't make me want to do the same to him.

I know he's not mad at me; he's mad about something to do with the man he just interrogated. When he's mad at me, he can hardly look at me. That's one benefit, I suppose.

And then it happens.

Through his haze, his eyes flash, just once. And I can see…I can SEE that he knows what's happening inside of me. I know it's not appropriate in the interrogation room, but I want him. I want him naked. And he knows it.

"Booth," escapes my lips.

And when his hands press against the wall just beside my hips, I can see confusion warring with desire in his eyes.

He's so close, still so tense, and I can't help but shiver. He blinks and steps back, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck.

When he says, "Let's just get to work," I know I'm not going to have him. Not today.