Author's note: My first English fanfic. Lots of thanks to xoc13 for betaing and translating it! You rock, girl! This is rating M, if you are underaged, DON'T READ IT!

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

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Saint Christopher Medallion

I'm dying to go home and watch the Phillies game, Booth thought as he rode the elevator to the underground parking structure after a long afternoon of paperwork. The case had been extremely difficult for his partner since three persons had collaborated, using her books to commit a murder. He passed a tired hand across his face, lowering it to his neck and finding that something was missing.

His Saint Christopher medallion! The one he always wore was gone. He'd noticed that the clip was loose, but he wanted to wait until the case was over to get it repaired. Not because he didn't have the time to take it to a jeweler, but because, even if Bones called it superstition, he didn't want to go into a case so difficult for her without protection.

Where could it have fallen? Suddenly he remembered hearing a subtle metallic sound hit the floor when he was in the observation room with Sully earlier. It had to be there.

The elevator doors opened on the underground level, but Booth hit a button to return to his floor. He hoped to get this over with soon, because he was tired.

When he exited the elevator he found all the lights off and no one in sight. Everyone's gone to watch the game, he thought. He entered the observation room and closed the door without a thought. He looked down, instantly spotting a coiled golden chain. He bent to retrieve it and just as his hand closed around the medallion, Booth heard a low moan. His gaze landed on the one-way glass, the image rooting him to his spot.

Brennan was seated on the table, her jacket and Sully's on the floor. Sully sucked her neck fervently as he unbuttoned her blouse without pause.

Booth was paralyzed, the medallion slipping through his fingers without him knowing it. For a split second he feared the lovers were able to see and hear him, but he quickly remembered that only he could see and hear them. He should leave, he knew, but he was hypnotized and unable to tear his gaze away.

Sully's deft hands finished unbuttoning the blouse, kissing the soft flesh spilling from barely there bra. The anthropologist released a moan, crossing her legs behind her lover's back and pulling him closer to her. When Sully's hands closed over her breasts she tried to suppress a moan against his throat.

"There's no need to lower the volume." He murmured with a hoarse tone. "No one can hear us."

In response to her moan, Booth let out one of his own. He knew he should leave, but he couldn't do anything else but watch, feeling his cock harden inside his pants. He tried to shut his mouth when he heard Sully speak. He wouldn't rat them out, but if he wasn't careful they would catch him.

When Sully freed her breasts from the bra cups to suck her nipples, Booth couldn't and didn't want to hold it anymore. His pants pooled at his feet, one hand slipping under the waistband of his boxers and fisting his more than hard dick. He sighed as he pulled his member out from its confines.

"I'm sorry." Brennan apologized for not confiding in him. "Let me make it up to you." She added invitingly. Her hand moved to his crotch, rubbing enticingly over his pants before quickly unbuckling them, rubbing him expertly. Sully groaned and Booth felt blinded, both from lust and hatred when Brennan dropped to her knees and sucked the other agent.

"Oh, yeah, Temperance…stop, stop." Brennan stared up at him in confusion, still sucking and lapping at his hot flesh. "I want to be inside you…oh… I want to hear you scream in pleasure."

That's when Booth's jealousy spiked to new levels. He wanted to be inside her… lick, kiss and suck her… he wanted to feel her, maker her scream under his body, over his body, against the wall…

"Oh yes!" Brennan moaned.

Oh God, Booth thought, his own breathing ragged as he stroked relentlessly at the mental image of having her pressed against a wall as he stroked in and out of her. He was dying to lick the drop of sweat traveling down her pretty pale neck and disappearing between her breasts.

"Mmm…don't STOP!" Brennan screamed as each desperate thrust neared her to a powerful orgasm.

"Come on, Bones. Yeah…" Through the glass he could see his partner's blissful face, her breasts bouncing softly with every pounding movement from her lover.

"OOOOhhh, yesyesyes!" Brennan crested, unleashing without knowing Booth's release.

"Bones!" The groan left his lips before the lovers finished and he quickly covered his mouth before the others noted his presence.

What have I done?, Booth thought as he rearranged his clothing. He had to get out of there. Once he finished fixing his clothes Booth hurriedly headed for the elevator. He stumbled on a small ladder left by maintenance. Cursing low in his throat, he boarded the elevator.

Brennan and Sully clung to each other, both still seminude.

"That was incredible." Brennan murmured.

"There's nothing like a makeup romp." Sully added with a smile.

Suddenly they heard a noise coming from the hall.

"What was that?" Sully asked.

"Maybe someone's still here…"

"Don't worry. I locked the door when we came in. Let's go."

They almost reached the elevator when Brennan said, "I think I left my keys. Wait here." She went back to the interrogation room, easily finding her keys on the floor by the table. She looked up at the glass and an idea crossed her mind. What if someone had watched from the other side?

She exited and headed for the observation room. It was stupid really; that had someone been watching they would have left once 'the show' was over. Something shinny caught her eye and she bent to retrieve Booth's Saint Christopher medallion.

"Temperance! Did you find them?" Sully called from the hall.

"Yes!" She shot back. She stuffed the medallion in her pocket as she wondered if her partner watched them having sex or had he simply lost his medallion during the day without noticing.

Brennan sighed, walking back to join her boyfriend aware that she might never know the response to her doubt.

The End?

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