A/N: This is a submission for the Booth Express 'caught in the act' challenge. Could be considered OOC, but it's fun anyway.

Everything Happens Eventually

It was getting harder to ignore his physical reaction. Up until a few weeks ago, he had been secure in the knowledge that his feelings for his partner were completely platonic. But lately her proximity put him on edge, and when they touched, even innocuously in the course of working a case, sensations zinged through him, distracting him to the point that people were beginning to notice. Brennan was thankfully oblivious, no surprise there, though it would have been strangely comforting if she showed some signs of having the same problem. Then something happened that proved the old adage, 'careful what you wish for'.

He was sitting in his usual chair in front of her desk. She got up to pull a book off the shelf behind her desk, then turned and put it on the desk, bending over as she searched for the chapter she needed. Booth's eyes were drawn irresistibly to the generous display of cleavage in front of him and his mouth went dry. Her breasts jiggled a little as she paged through the book and his mouth went slack. Suddenly she went still.

"Booth, when you're done ogling my breasts, I'd like to show you what I was talking about," she said sardonically.

He tore his eyes away from her cleavage to meet her amused gaze. "What? I wasn't ogling—" he protested, straightening a bit in his seat like a guilty little boy.

She straightened and put her hand on her hip. "You were definitely ogling, Booth. I've seen it plenty of times, I know ogling when I see it," she said with a little smile. "Don't be embarrassed, it's a natural male reaction when presented with a display of the female anatomy—"

He straightened further, flustered. "I was NOT ogling," he protested more strongly. She cocked an eyebrow, silently challenging him to deny that she had caught him red handed at it. He flushed. "Okay, so what? You are…very well proportioned…that is to say, I think you are…can we change the subject?" he asked desperately, keeping his gaze firmly centered on her face. She was watching him with a calculating look. He sank down a little in his seat as she came around the desk and stopped next to him. Her chest was at eye level and he was really having a hard time keeping eye contact. He scrambled to stand, putting the chair between them. Looking over her shoulder to confirm they were alone, she stepped around the chair and right up to him to stand toe to toe.

"You're attracted to me," she murmured, putting a hand on his chest over his heart. A smile kicked up a corner of her mouth as she felt his racing heartbeat. "I didn't notice at first, didn't want to believe it when Angela pointed it out to me last week, but you've been watching me when you thought I wasn't aware of it," she said softly, running her hand up his chest to curl around the back of his neck.

"If I did, it's because I—I couldn't help it. That is…I mean…Bones, there are some people you just can't…give in to certain urges…because if you do, it ruins things," he said weakly as her fingers threaded up into his hair and stroked the back of his head. She moved closer and Booth pulse doubled at the sensations that were ricocheting through his body. He didn't know what to do with his hands—oh, shit, who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he wanted to do with them, but that damned annoying voice kept telling him not to. She leaned up and breathed into his ear and gagged the voice for the time being.

"I don't think I'd call this an urge, Booth," she whispered huskily. "More like an imperative." Then her tongue stroked the curve of his ear and her teeth nibbled at his earlobe and he nearly exploded right ten and there. His hands grabbed her upper arms of their own volition and his knees nearly buckled as her open mouth brushed the hollow below his ear. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, bringing her body, chest to knees, flush against his. Booth groaned as his body hardened in response and his arms slid around her to draw her closer still.

She stopped kissing his neck and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with desire and her eyes half closed. With a husky groan of surrender, his mouth slanted over hers and then his knees did buckle as passion broke past the last shred of control he had. Suddenly they were on the floor with her on top and her tongue was stroking his in mind-numbing forays into the depths of his mouth. Her hands were working feverishly at his buttons and Booth pulled up the bottom of her shirt, stopping as he came into contact with the amazingly soft skin of her torso. Distracted, his hands lingered there, sending thrills along her nerve endings as he stroked up and down her back.

Rolling them both so that he was on top, he put his knee in between her thighs, trying to find some leverage so he could reach the clasp of her bra. He had the sudden overwhelming need to see if the rest of what her cleavage promised was an amazing set of…oh, my god, he thought desperately, I can't believe I'm actually thinking…Leaning up on an elbow, he tried to gather his scattered thoughts.

Brennan groaned, twisting in his arms, trying to get closer, unaware that he was having second thoughts. Her thighs squeezed his leg and his brain melted. Shrugging out of his suit coat and shirt in one motion, he leaned back down to capture her mouth once more. He pulled her top off and unfastened her bra, moaning with satisfaction as her breasts filled his hands, the actual experience overshadowing his wildest dreams by a long shot.

Her hands on his belt buckle was like being doused with ice water. Suddenly intensely aware of where they were, he pulled back, breathing heavily. He grabbed her hands. "Bones, wait—" he rasped, trying desperately to bring his raging hormones under control. Her eyes opened and she frowned, dazed for a moment. Then her eyes flew wide and she started pushing at his shoulders.

"Oh, my god," she muttered, rolling aside and grabbing her top to cover herself. Booth leaned up on his elbow, watching her bemusedly. "Oh, my god, I can't believe I…we nearly…in my office! Oh, my god," she kept saying, dressing herself in record time. Still disheveled, but decently covered at last, she turned to find him watching her with amusement. "Well? Aren't you going to get dressed before someone comes in?" she hissed at him, clearly distressed by their lapse of good judgment.

Booth shrugged and sat up, reaching for his shirt. "Sure," he said, taking his time about it. She stood and looked out into the lab, noting with some relief that nobody seemed to be around. She pulled a mirror and brush out of her purse and started removing the evidence of their encounter, finishing by applying a fresh coat of lipstick. By the time she was done and seated composed behind her desk once more, Booth had his shirt buttoned. She averted her eyes when he unbuttoned and unzipped in order to tuck his shirt back in, refusing to look at him until she heard his fly go back up and the soft click of his belt buckle.

"So, anyway, I was saying that I read this chapter—" she began, striving for a normal tone.

"Ah-ah-ah, Bones," he said softly, placing his hands on her desk and leaning in. "You're not getting off that easily."

Her startled eyes snapped to his and her mouth hung open. "Getting off? Booth, can't we just forget…?" she asked desperately.

Booth shook his head firmly. "It doesn't work that way, Bones. You can't get me all worked up like that and then expect me to just forget it."

She closed her eyes briefly. Opening them again, she was disconcerted to find his face really close. "Booth, you said it yourself, there are some people you just can't have a physical relationship with, there are too many strings and it's just too…complicated."

Booth's lips thinned. He was trying not to get angry. He knew she had issues. "Why did you start it, then? Wanted to have a little fun, see how far you could push the line?" he asked.

"No!" she denied hotly as a lump formed in her throat. "It wasn't like that at all! Please, can we talk about this later, when we're not so…emotional?" she asked frantically.

Booth studied her for a long moment, then decided she might be right. Maybe they ought to give their hormones a chance to calm down. "Okay," he finally said. Her relief would have been comical if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation. "Dinner, tonight, my place, wear something nice," he commanded firmly.

Her lips pursed at his high-handedness. "Fine. Now, can we get back to the case?" she asked coolly. Booth's lips twitched, but he didn't dare smile. He hadn't won yet.

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