Chapter 1

He stood in the dark corner and watched. When had he turned into someone that would lurk in the dark and just watch? Since a year had passed and they were back in DC, but his partner had not met him like she promised. It had been a week and he had not spoken with her. He called the Jeffersonian and Hodgins told him she went to a club with Angela. So Booth being Booth, got the information and followed suit. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered. He could watch her and take all of her beauty in without worrying that she would give him the look and demand to know why he was staring at her. Her dress was a little tight, but he certainly wasn't complaining. What he would give to run his hands down her sides and grip her hips. He wanted her so badly. It had been one year and a week since he had laid eyes on his partner and he knew they had a lot to catch up on, but for the moment, he wanted to remain anonymous.

Brennan could not shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Several times she had looked around expecting to see someone standing close and observing her and Angela, but she never found that to be true. She wanted to go back to her apartment and cry, but she never had the heart to hurt Angela's feelings. Angela talked her into "girl time", but that turned into club time. She was never one for the club scene, but she had not seen her best friend in a year and she wanted to keep that smile on Angela's face. She wished she could smile like that, but her mind kept going back to Booth. She still could not understand what made her want to stand him up at the airport. The nervous feeling came back and she felt nauseous.

"Ange, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

She waited for Angela to nod at her and she headed towards the bathroom. Passing through the hallway she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. The hall was so dark she didn't see the hand or the person attached.

Booth was on auto-pilot. His feet were carrying him towards her and there was nothing he could do about it. He passed through a tunnel that connected to the bathroom hallway. The club was so dark, he could barely see. He didn't have to see her, he could smell her perfume. His hand reached out to touch her and he felt her soft flesh; for the first time in over a year. He knew she could not see him and he wanted to keep touching her.

Brennan felt a moment of panic when the hand closed over her wrist. She wanted to scream or kick, but something stopped her. She knew it was Booth. She smelled his cologne and immediately knew that it was him. She felt another tremor. What if he was angry with her? It was taking all of her self control to not leap on him but she didn't know what he was up to. So she waited.

Booth felt her draw a deep breath. What was wrong with this picture? The "old" Bones would have already had him down on the floor. Was she lonely and looking for something to hold on to? Was the darkness giving her courage to do something she normally wouldn't do? Should he move in and take advantage of the situation? Hell yeah..

Brennan felt his questions. She could not see his face, but she knew he was studying her intently and wondering what was going on. She wanted to fall in his arms and tell him everything that had been plaguing her for a year, but she waited. She could feel the tension in his body and she wanted to see what would happen. He could not know that she knew it was him.

Booth moved closer to her. He kept his right hand wrapped around her wrist and brought his left hand up to cup her hip. The same hip he was drooling over earlier. He pulled her to his chest and looked into her face. He still could not make out her features, but he knew this was "his" Bones. His left hand started moving in circles over her hip and moved down until he met flesh. Her skin was so soft, he wanted to do this all night. But he knew if he didn't do something quick, he would lose his nerve. The darkness was giving him courage that he should have had years ago.

She felt like she would have an orgasm if he moved his hand any higher. She felt like she should stop him, but then again, why would she want to do that? She leaned all the way against him and ran her hand down to meet his fingertips. The same fingertips that were running along the edge of her dress. What would he do when he realized she wasn't wearing panties? That thought made her whimper. And she never whimpered.

Booth felt like his head was going to explode. Was this "his" Bones? Letting a stranger, well not so much, feel her up. She had just fallen against him and made a sexy sound in her throat. What was going on? Well enough of trying to talk himself out of it. Go for it! His left hand had pushed all the way under the hem of her dress and he was in heaven. Her soft skin was enough to make him lose control but he wanted to savor this for a few more seconds. That was until he realized she was not wearing any panties.

Brennan waited and tried to stand as still as possible. His fingers curled into her butt cheek and she felt the tension snap. She knew people were all around them, but all she could focus on was Booth. She heard the growl and didn't know how much longer she could be still and not touch him. She was rewarded with a spin and a jerk. He had pinned her front up against the wall and jerked the dress up in the back.

Damn, Bones, no panties. His control snapped. He never let go of her hand but spun her around. His left hand was bunched in her dress and he pressed his aching cock against her bare ass. He had to taste her mouth. He leaned all the way against her, and pulled her chin around. At that moment a strobe went off and he could see her face. She had her eyes closed, but she looked as out of control as he felt. Leaning his head towards her she was waiting for his mouth.

Brennan met his mouth. Pushing her tongue past his lips, she whimpered again. She flipped her hand over and grabbed his hand. Surely he knew that she knew it was him. She didn't want to let go of his hand and lose the connection, but she also had other plans for his big warm palm. Nipping at his bottom lip, she moved his hand up to cup her swollen breast.

Oh yeah, this is what he had been dreaming about for years. His tongue inside her mouth, his hand filled with her beautiful breast, and his raging hard on pressed against her ass. He wanted to feel her naked breast in his palm. Booth knew she wasn't wearing a bra and he moved his hand up to the neckline of her dress and tugged with two fingers pushing his hand inside her dress. He felt her groan rumble in her chest and could not help the smile spread across his lips. He was making the world-renowned forensic anthropologist lose control. His palm rotated against her breast and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. He was going to come.

She knew she was fixing to come and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. Even if she wanted to. Her moans were getting louder and her hips were getting tired from pushing back against his groin. She needed just a little bit more. She decided in that split second to reach back and grab his hand, the one bunched in her dress. Leading his hand to cup her heat through her dress.

Booth could feel how hot and wet she was, even through her dress. He knew she was closer to orgasm than he was and he wanted to get her there before they were discovered. He pushed his hand under her dress and was met with hot, bare flesh. She started to tremble and he ran his fingertip around her mound. He gave no warning what was next. He pushed two fingers inside of her so hard and fast, she lost control and screamed out her orgasm. Her tight flesh and the sounds she kept making had him falling over the edge with her. He pushed his hips against her ass and his fingers pressed as far as they would reach and he came in his pants like a teenager.

Then he was gone. Had she just imagined all that happening?

"Bren?"