Okay, here's a one shot I did for the challenge on the boneyard. Thanks to redrider for her wonderful prompt! There's nothing quite as hot as a jealous Booth! lol!

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"For the last time..." Booth clenched his fists at his sides, trying to control his temper.

"...You're just partners. We know!" The three agents laughed together, then walked away.

Booth sighed and looked back across the room, where his partner was currently dancing with the latest in a string of men vying for her attention. The annual FBI ball was in full swing. Most of the agents had already had too much to drink, and had taken up their favorite pasttime, teasing Booth about his relationship with his partner.

Booth usually didn't even bother to come, just a reason for a bunch of agents to get together, get drunk, and make fools of themselves, but this year Cullen had invited the squints.

So, here he was. Watching her as she danced with every guy here. Every guy except him. He wasn't sure why that bothered him. It shouldn't, they were just partners, after all, and he wanted her to be happy. The feeling in the pit of his stomach surely wasn't jealousy...

"Don't worry about it. They're just jealous."

Booth was startled out of his daydreaming. "What? I...I'm not jealous!"

Agent Thomas just smiled. Yeah, right. Whatever you say. "Not you, Booth. Them." He gestured to the group of agents who had been giving him a hard time.

Booth looked at Thomas questioningly.

"You and Dr. Brennan have the best record in the department, and it helps that she's much prettier than their own partners."

Booth glanced back at Brennan, a smile crossing his face. "Yeah, that's definately true." Thomas chuckled, and Booth looked back at him guiltily. "What?"

"Can I make a suggestion?"

Booth eyed him warily. "Go ahead."

"Don't wait too long, my friend. She's not gonna be available forever." He clapped a hand on Booth's shoulder, then turned and walked away.

Booth just shook his head, his gaze returning to Brennan. She was laughing up at her current dance partner. Her cheeks were flushed, and he thought that she had never looked more beautiful.

His reaction when he had first seen her tonight had been one of amazement. He knew she was beautiful, hell, he saw her everyday. But tonight... The deep blue silk dress clung to her figure, and it took all his self restraint to keep from staring. The gown was strapless, caressing her curves until it reached her kness, then floated to the floor.

For someone who was so socially awkward in these types of situations, she certainly seemed to be holding her own against the never ending parade of men that seemed to be lining up just to dance with her.

His eyes narrowed as he saw Agent Daniels, a cocky rookie with an attitude, pulling her into his arms for a slow dance. He was holding her close, too close, and anger flooded through him at the sight. He made his way over to them, trying to control his temper.

Clearing his throat, he tapped Daniels on the shoulder.

He stopped dancing and looked up. "What do you want, Booth?"

Booth smiled at him, a dangerous smile, one any veteran agent would have recognized, and would have backed off from. "I want to dance with my partner."

Brennan's breath caught as she watched the exchange, hearing the possesiveness in Booth's voice. Normally, she would be angry, but, for some reason, tonight it made her feel...special. She had been dancing with one guy after another, hoping that he would come over and dance with her, but he had stayed away. Until now. "Booth..."

Daniels, oblivious to the older agent's meaning, just shook his head. "Sorry, Booth, you gotta wait your turn." He turned back to Brennan, but she had taken a step back.

Booth reached out and gripped the younger agent's arm. "Actually, Daniels, it IS my turn." He pulled him away, then turned his back on him, taking Brennan into his arms.

Over Booth's shoulder, she saw Daniels about to argue, his face a mask of anger. Just as he was about to speak, another agent stepped up and took his arm. "Let it go, man." He pulled him away. "You'll never get between those two."

Booth heard none of the exchange, he was too caught up in the feeling of holding her in his arms. His hands slid up her back, pausing when he reached her bare skin.

Brennan felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch. "Booth..."

"Sorry about that."

She looked up at him, and couldn't resist teasing him just a little. "For what? Interrupting my dance? Embarrassing my dance partner?"

He noted the teasing tone, and smiled down at her. "For not rescuing you sooner."

She tried to look indignant. "Who says I needed rescuing? You know very well that I'm perfectly capable of defending myself!'' She smiled. "Besides, maybe I was enjoying myself."

Booth tightened his grip on her, as the jealousy washed over him. "Is that the kind of guy you go for now?! Someone pawing all over you? He's not good enough for you! You deserve better! I..."

"I was kidding, Booth!" She laughed up at him.

"Oh." He looked flustered, and Brennan was amazed. She had never seen him quite this way before.

Her expression turned serious. "So. What kind of man do I deserve?"

Booth stared down into her eyes. "I...uh..." He paused. What the hell was he doing? Mentally shaking his head, he decided to go for it. It was time. "You... you deserve someone who appreciates you. Who cares about you, who would do anything for you."

Brennan couldn't tear her eyes away from his. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her heart, that seemed to be pounding in her chest at his words. "Booth, I..."

He leaned closer, his face was inches away from hers. "Someone who's always been there, who will always be there..." His words trailed off as his lips lightly brushed hers.

Brennan lost all rational thought as their lips met, and she slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, oblivious to everyone else around them.

Angela was dancing with Hodgins, listening to him hypothesize about the latest conspiracy the government was planning, when she looked over her shoulder and gasped. "Oh my gosh!"

"What?"

"Brennan...and...and...Booth..."

"What?" Hodgins looked around. "Well, he finally did it." He looked down at Angela. "Close your mouth, babe."

Angela just shook her head. "I can't believe it!"

Hodgins just smiled.

Booth lost himself in the kiss. He had never felt this way before. His hands were tangled in her hair, his tongue tasting hers. He finally pulled back, slowly coming back to reality.

Realizing where they were, Brennan felt a blush creep into her cheeks. "Um, Booth, maybe we should..."

"...get out of here. Great idea." Booth took her hand and led her quickly off the dance floor.

She followed him out, both oblivious of the stares, the whispers, and the money changing hands. The winners and losers alike sighed in relief. The wait was finally over.

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