Hey! Well this story just popped into mind. Once someone asked me if I would ever write and mature chapter...so here it is. It my first attempt in an M so please, please forgive me if its stinks. I just wanted to change it up a bit. There's also the Teen rated story which is identical to this but only shorter...well I hope you like it. I'm still thinking if I should continue it. Please Review.
"Booth, I think you're drunk" Brennan laughed as Booth's cup fell to the floor for the third time.
"Me? I'm not drunk" He picked up the cup and settled it firmly on the small table. He poured another shot for the both of them "You are the one getting drunk"
They drank it fast, and slapped the cups when empty. Brennan closed her eyes as the alcohol burned through her system "I'm not drunk. Okay maybe a little" She laughed.
"Dr. Bones is drunk. Call the police!" Booth joked as he raised one arm. The entire FBI building was gone but they felt as do if they needed to do everything in hiding.
"Shhh!" Brennan shot his arm down, and directed her index finger to her lips "Don't tell anyone"
"I won't tell anyone Bones. I would never tell on you" He smiled and leaned over.
"I know you wouldn't"
"But your eyes might. Look at them, they are these big!" Booth opened his arms as far as he could.
"Your eyes are getting really big too" Brennan blew air through her lips and leaned her head back "Your boss is going to be mad because of your alcohol intake"
"Your boss too" Booth pointed a finger at her.
"Na, ah" Brennan shook her head "My boss is Cam, she would never get mad at me for being drunk a night before work"
"Of course she would"
"She would be mad if I told her I got drunk with you" Brennan served her self another shot "I think she still likes you"
Booth slammed a cup to the table. Brennan served him as well "That's a lie, she doesn't like me" They drank "Even if she did, it's not like she needs to be mad because you and I got drunk together"
Brennan raised her arms "That's what I'm saying!"
"Because there's nothing between us"
"There's clearly nothing that could tie us to a more comprising situation. Not matter how drunk we get"
Booth snapped a finger "I know, it's like we have been through a lot, and we still haven't slept together"
"People that work together, don't necessarily sleep together" Brennan rolled her eyes "But Angela doesn't want to admit that"
"Its like, I've seen you being your beautiful self like forever, and we haven't slept together"
Brennan smiled at his words "And I've seen your handsome looks since we started working together"
"And I've seen you wearing those tight dresses in Vegas and that Wonder Woman outfit that made you look…" Booth directed his eyes to the ceiling "Extremely hot"
One of Brennan's hands flew to her chest "You think I looked hot?"
"Of course you were, with your long legs, and your breasts almost popping from your outfit. That was hot"
"Thank you" Brennan bit down on her lower lip "I've never told you this, but remember the time I got to your apartment and you were with Tessa. You came out shirtless, and I have to say, you are very, very well structure"
"Thank you Bones"
"Your muscle definition is entirely stimulating for the female hormone" Brennan was serving herself another glass when Booth's hand stopped her; she looked at the hand then at his face.
"I stimulate you?"
"What? No…maybe…sometimes" It seemed as if the alcohol had magically disappeared from her system, and all of her senses were sharper than ever before.
"You are very, very stimulating for the male as well"
"What?"
"Not only when you are dressed in those sexy outfits, but always. Your eyes, the confidence you walk with, all that scientific mumbo jumbo is pretty hot to me"
"Booth…" Her words were stopped by his lips crashing into hers. Without double thinking she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed back. It's probably impossible to say who stood up first, but the point is that in seconds they were both standing in the middle of his office and kissing passionately.
He was the one that pulled away first "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me"
She was shacking, and could barely grasp air "Booth, I really want you"
Booth looked at her lips, then at those eyes that took every heart beat from him, and kissed her again. In his mind he wondered how he was able to keep away from that woman for years. Their tongues battled for supremacy. Pushing her by the arms he guided her to his desk. They stopped as Brennan's back touched the desk.
Now it was her time to take charge. Parting for seconds, she took his tie off, she tried to focus into getting it off nicely but Booth's tongue in her neck was distracting her way too much. She ripped it off and threw it somewhere in the office. Using both of her hands she unbuttoned the shirt. The hands that used to be in the back of his neck were now trailing every muscle in his body.
One of his hands settled on her hips, while the other was behind her neck, pushing her lips even further into him. Without hesitating, his hand started to move up into her blouse. Booth's hand caressed her toned stomach, slowly moving up. One of her legs had flung over one of his; his tongue trailed her long neck.
"I've wanted this since a long time ago" Brennan whispered to his ear.
His hand moved to her breasts, touching them over the fabric. He couldn't take it anymore; he moved aside and took off her blouse.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you" Booth picked her up and settled her over the desk. Brennan opened her legs and Booth settled between them. He cursed as he couldn't figure out how to open the damn, black bra.
"Just rip it off. I'll buy another one"
He smiled at her and did as she had requested. For a moment he was paralyzed "You are so gorgeous, you have no idea" Leaning forward he took one nipple into his mouth, Brennan's moans were probably heard all through out the building.
"Booth! Please, I can't take it any longer" Those were the sweetest words that had ever hit his ears.
Her hands quickly found their way to his belt buckle, with much ability she pulled it off.
"I've always liked that belt buckle, but I prefer it when it's not on you"
"Excuse me? Did Bones just attempted to talk dirty?" Booth smiled as he pushed his pants down.
Brennan rolled her eyes "You know what? I'm better in sex when I use my mouth for other things other than to talk" She reached her hand down and grabbed his shaft, stroking it through the material of his red and blue boxers. He was so much better than she had expected.
"Now that's dirty talking" Booth pushed her hand away. After disposing each of their clothes, he settled firmly between her legs. In one slow motion she entered her, both of their moans just added lust to the scene.
"Booth!" She screamed as he pulled out and entered her once more. Brennan pulled her arms over Booth's back, grasping to it with strong force, the closer she was to him the better.
He repeated her name. Her real name, not her nickname, again and again. The desk accompanied their voices. They came together, Brennan collapsed her back unto the desk and Booth followed right behind her, they stay liked that for a long moment.
So...did it stink that bad? Tell me what you thought, and if I should continue it, please review.
