Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

A/n: Hello, Bones fans! How's the hiatus treating you? Hopefully it's about to get better, assuming you enjoy this type of story. It took me longer than I thought, but here we go with the sequel to EISR. I'd like to thank rosyle for her idea on this and also withthevampsofcourse for her thoughts (lady you crack me up!). I warn: as M as the previous story was, I envision that the smut factor for this one might be even higher, so read at your own peril. Hope it meets expectations! :)

Challenge

"Is everything all right?"

Brennan asked the question softly, the tension draining out of her as Booth nodded.

"Yeah," he answered, pocketing his cell phone. "There's an accident clogging up traffic, they should be here in about ten minutes. Jared didn't realize they were running so behind, which is why he didn't call sooner."

"I'm glad everything is fine," she murmured, leaning closer to him on the booth and placing a soft kiss on his jaw. "I'm sure we can entertain ourselves for the next few minutes."

"Bones," he said warningly, even as his eyes fluttered shut and his body went taut as her delicate hand landed on his knee.

"I've missed you these past few days," she said, continuing to land those soft, delicate kisses along his mandible. "Weeks, really."

Booth had just wrapped up one of those headache cases; the type that involved a task-force, cross-agency cooperation, and piles of bullshit as a delightful addition to his twelve-hour workday. And Brennan had been under deadline for her latest book; the final manuscript submitted by courier to her publisher a mere eight hours before. For the last few weeks they had barely seen each other, their personal life taking a backseat to their jobs. And although sex had not completely disappeared, it had been fairly scarce.

"God, I've missed you too," Booth sighed, turning his head and capturing her lips in a wet, hot kiss. He had gone a lot longer than a few days without sex and he was pretty sure he had not missed it like this. But it wasn't just the sex, he knew, it was being with her, playing around, waking up wrapped around her, and a million other things they hadn't been able to do for weeks, their hectic schedules playing havoc with their love life.

But now, his case was closed, her book was submitted, and even if they caught a case, it was time to have a life again. Obviously, she agreed, her hand moving up and down his thigh.

"Bones," he groaned, capturing her wandering hand and bringing it to his lips. "Jared and Padme will be here any minute." And Booth was really starting to regret agreeing to this dinner date, but they had scheduled it a while ago and at the time he couldn't have guessed that on this particular Sunday, he would be desperate to be having dinner alone with Bones, preferably in their bed.

"We have time," she replied, scraping her teeth over the side of his neck.

"No, we do not," Booth disagreed, motioning to the front of the restaurant where his brother and Padme were speaking to the sleekly dressed hostess. "Besides, we're in public."

Brennan smirked at the puritanical response, but as the hostess was already leading Jared and Padme to their table, she decided to behave for the moment.

"We're so sorry," Padme apologized in her soft, warm voice as they took their seats and accepted their menus.

"Don't worry about it," Booth smiled charmingly. "You guys hungry?"

"God, yes," Jared said quickly, giving his wife a playfully accusing look. "She made me eat some disgustingly healthy lunch that wouldn't fill up a baby."

Refusing to rise to the bait, Padme flicked open her menu, admiring the options. "Everything looks delicious."

"The food here is very good," Brennan chimed in, giving Padme a conspiratorial smile. "And the vegetarian options are quite delicious."

"Oh, no way," Jared preempted. "I want meat, I'm starving."

Booth laughed and commiserated while perusing the menu. It didn't take him long to make his choice, food wasn't what he was hungry for anyway. "I know what I want." The words were mild and seemingly innocent and the only one who caught the meaning behind them was Brennan.

"I do as well," she said, just as innocent, putting her menu down and meeting his eyes. "And I'm starving too."

The minute the words left her mouth, Booth knew she wasn't going to behave herself and she didn't disappoint.

The second they placed their orders, she started teasing. Nails raking over his thigh, chest brushing lightly, but not so innocently over his forearm, and the intermittent, but oh so effective drag of her fingers over the crotch of his slacks. After a few touches, she was brushing those fingers over fabric tented by a very serious hard-on.

He retaliated by casually draping an arm over the back of the booth and delicately running his fingers under her hair and across her nape. She hesitated momentarily in bringing the fork to her mouth, but Booth didn't need the small tell-tale gesture to know that with every brush of his fingers, he was getting her wet.

To her credit, she maintained her animated discussion with Padme over the best Indian cuisine in D.C. even as he gently scored his nails over her sensitive skin. But she couldn't fool him; he knew every stroke was driving her crazy. He knew just how hot she got when he touched her there; one time he had slipped behind her on the couch and had made her come just by fondling her breasts and kissing the back of her neck. The memory seared him and he gulped back half his glass of water.

Booth wasn't quite sure how he'd made it through the meal, he felt in a daze through most of it. When the waitress went to get the check, she finally stopped touching him and he did the same, trying to give each other room to calm down.

They said goodbye to his brother and Padme outside the restaurant and immediately he wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her to their car.

"Good thing it's a five-minute drive home," Booth growled, opening his mouth on the curve of her neck and sucking hard. "You've been very bad."

-x-

Brennan crossed her legs tightly and kept her hands to herself, knowing the drive home was going to be a lot quicker if she didn't distract him. My god, she felt nearly on fire. Appallingly ravenous. Ready to devour him in one quick, greedy bite.

She was almost certain one stroke was all it would take for her to shatter. His tongue, his fingers, his dick, it wouldn't matter; one stroke of her drenched sex was going to be enough. More than enough. As he pulled into their building, she decided their apartment was too far away. The elevator was going to have to do and he was going to have to deal with it.

When she saw the elderly couple waiting to get on the elevator as well, Brennan nearly cried. The doors opened and they all filed in. Booth was polite enough to murmur something appropriate as he pressed their floor, but she had no idea what it was. He moved to the back of the elevator where she was waiting and turned her so he could wrap his arms around her from behind. Brennan bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan, but she couldn't stop from rubbing her backside against him. Immediately, his hands gripped her hips tightly, possibly in a half-hearted attempt to keep her still.

"Stop," he groaned softly into her ear, even as his hands encouraged her by grinding her against him.

Of course, she disobeyed completely, although she made sure to stay quiet. Brennan had no desire for the two people in front of them to glance back. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, rocking back against his erection. So damn hard. At that moment, she wanted him inside her more than she wanted to breathe. Booth lowered his head, closing his teeth over her earlobe and she nearly whimpered.

With sweet relief, Brennan watched the couple get off on the floor before theirs. The second the elevator doors closed, she whirled around and pounced. His hands buried in her hair as he kissed her savagely. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around him and he placed a hand on her bottom, supporting her. When he started moving, she realized the elevator had opened on their floor.

Booth pressed her against the wall, next to their door, trying to find the keys and get inside their apartment without removing his lips from hers.

"Babe, let me just—"

"No," she rejected adamantly, unsnapping his pants. "Now."

"Oh god," he whimpered, blindly inserting the key in the lock as she wrapped her slender fingers around him. "Bones, god, baby, just one second," Booth pleaded, even as he knew that if that door wasn't open in the next second he was going to be inside her, whether they were in the damn hallway or their apartment.

Somehow, he got the door open, his hands already pushing her panties aside. Oh, thank god for skirts, was all he could think as they stumbled inside. Dropping the keys to the floor and quickly locking the door, he boosted her against it and stroked inside her without preamble.

"So fucking good," Brennan moaned harshly, one hand tight around his nape, the other buried in his hair. Her legs clamped around him and her hips jerked wildly. "Yesss!"

The relief was swift and explosive as his throbbing length filled her up, his hands on her ass holding her up against the door as he pumped hard. Face buried in the crook of her neck, Booth felt her shatter around him, but he kept stroking deep inside her, trying to hold back a little and savor the delirious pleasure. She was scorching hot and burning wet and he wanted it to last forever, but it was a losing battle. With a guttural groan that reverberated against her skin, he came nearly against his will, the orgasm wrenched savagely out of him.

Unable to even walk to the bedroom, they just slipped down to the floor in a tangle of heavy limbs and still heavy breathing.

-x-

"If we'd done this outside," he mumbled in a satiated voice, "we'd be sprawled on the hallway right now."

"Oh please," she scoffed, eyes still closed even almost a half hour later. "I knew you'd get the door open."

"Did you?" Lazily, his fingers combed through the shiny hair spread over his chest, the brown locks contrasting prettily with the blue dress shirt he was still wearing.

"Yes," Brennan replied promptly. Eyes drifting open, she propped herself up so she could look down at him. "I know you, Booth. Those puritanical sensibilities of yours would have never let you fuck me outside the door."

His eyes popped open then and by the gleam in hers, he knew she was trying to goad him and damn her if she didn't know just what buttons to push.

"You just love to go there, don't you?" he growled, rolling over her and kissing her hotly. "I just fucked you against the door and now I'm going to fuck you on the floor. Does that seem puritanical to you?"

She laughed at his snarky tone, enjoying as always, how this particular topic could get a rise out of him. "Well, I'll admit, your Catholic sensibilities do tend to disappear behind closed doors."

"That's because sex is private," Booth growled again, inevitably rising to the bait.

"It can still be private without being in private," she argued back, teasing him mercilessly. "Maybe you just need to loosen up a little to see that."

"Loosen up?" His tone reeked of outrage

"Yeah," Brennan whispered hotly, running her teeth across his jaw."But don't worry; I like you tightly wound too … Booth!" She gasped in surprise when he suddenly lifted off the floor, pulling her up with him. "What are you doing?"

"We are going to bed," he said, sweeping her up in his arms.

"What?" Brennan couldn't hide her disappointment. "I thought you were going to fuck me on the floor."

"Not tonight," he said huskily against her lips. "Or for the next week."

"Are you kidding me?" she scowled, consternation clear on her face as he set her down in their bedroom and started changing into his sleep-wear.

"I believe it's my turn to experiment with our sex life," he announced, shooting her a smug smile as he legged into an old pair of pajama pants. It had been over three months since her little game, it was time to play his.

"And your experiment involves no sex for the next week?" she asked in disbelief, frown firmly in place as she undressed as well. "Because I have to say …"

"Oh, hell no, Bones," he was quick to correct, grabbing the old T-shirt of his she loved to sleep in and walking over to her. "There will most certainly be sex," Booth informed her, divesting her of her bra and slipping the T-shirt over her arms.

"Lots and lots of sex," he added, kissing her lips softly before whispering, "But none of it will take place inside this house."

Confusion flickered momentarily over her face, before understanding dawned and she groaned, "Booth, no. If the parameters are that we can only have sex outside the house, then I can only assume you mean … wait, do hotels count?"

He considered for a moment, before deciding that would make it too easy. "No, if we just go to a hotel, that's cheating. Might as well just stay home." With a smirk, he said, "No gratification at home, and that includes self-gratification. The only thing I'll do to you in this apartment for the next week is kiss you and that's only because I can't stop myself." As if proving his point, his arms went around her and his lips teased hers. "And that goes for you too, by the way."

"Damn it, Booth," she cursed, consternation still apparent. "You don't do sex in public, which means we're really going to spend an entire goddamn week without having sex and I really don't wanna." The last word was nearly wailed and he had to laugh at the little girl tone.

"You really think I'm going to spend the next week without touching you, Bones?" he asked huskily, nibbling on her pouty bottom lip. "After spending over two weeks without barely even seeing you?"

"Booth," she sighed. "I was just teasing you before; I don't really care about public sex or your puritanical streak, in fact, I kinda like it."

"I know you were just baiting me before," he soothed, trailing his lips in tiny kisses over her face. "And of course, I can't help rising right to it. But that's beside the point, because now I'm not going to back down and yeah, I have my own rules about sex, but all the rules go out the window with you, Bones."

"Do they now?"

"You know damn well they do," he rasped, arms tightening around her. "And we are going to spend the next week being creative because we are going to screw each other's brains out every damn chance we get without getting caught."

"At work?" she whispered, nearly shocked. In almost two years together, work had been nearly sacrosanct. There had been the occasional slips, of course, but those had been in the heat of the moment, certainly there had never been any real premeditation.

"For starters," Booth whispered back, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. "And anywhere else I can get you before we get home at night."

"Booth," she husked, rubbing herself against him a little as she snuggled in his arms.

"I know," he gritted out, burying his face in her hair. "It's getting me hot too just thinking about it."

"You better be ready," she warned, her voice a near challenge. "I want at least one orgasm everyday and I really don't care where you give it to me."

"Oh, Bones, I plan to indulge this week," he promised silkily, sending a shiver straight through her. "So believe me when I tell you that once a day is not going to be anywhere near enough."