A friend of mine liked the Mistletoe chapter in my story "Christmas Rules" and she wanted to me write something with a smiliar type of ending. Here it is. I hope it's what you wanted "M". This is rated T for suggestive language.

I don't own Bones.

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The flight had been long and the four hour layover in Hawaii was irritating to Booth. His vacation was over and he would rather be home with Brennan and not stuck in an airport, waiting. Feeling restless, Booth had told Brennan that he was going to go and buy a cup of coffee. Since Brennan was busy typing on her lap top, she just raised her right hand and waved it a little bit.

Amused, Booth walked away in search of his coffee and perhaps a snack. This had been the first time he had allowed Brennan the opportunity to check her email since they had gone on vacation and he knew she probably had more than enough to occupy her for hours. He had been a little greedy on vacation and hadn't wanted her to use her laptop while they were away. He had used his charm and convinced her that their vacation was important and that the outside world would survive without them for a little while. He wanted her all to himself and he'd managed to get his way.

Brennan, rapidly perusing her email, she felt someone sit down next to her and decided to keep reading her mail. Thinking it was Booth, she didn't want to look up and invite his attention. He could be very persuasive when he wanted her attention and she really needed to start answering some of her email.

"Well, pretty lady. Mind if I sit here?" Bob thought Brennan quite beautiful and he definitely wanted to know her.

Puzzled at the sound of a stranger's voice speaking to her, Brennan looked up to see who was sitting next to her. What she saw was a very attractive man who appeared to be about 35 years of age. His coal black hair was neatly trimmed and his blue eyes were very clear and sparkling. All in all a very handsome specimen of the human race.

"Yes, you may." Brennan replied rather benignly. Looking back down at her laptop, Brennan started to read her mail again.

Puzzled at her obvious disinterest in him, Bob leaned towards Brennan. "My name is Bob. What's yours?"

Her mind on the email from Angela she had just opened, Brennan tore gaze from the laptop once more and slowly turned to look at her questioner. "My name is Dr. Brennan."

Turning a corner and approaching his partner, Booth noticed that Brennan had company and he wasn't pleased about it all. His first inclination had been to jerk the man from away from his lovely partner and send him packing, but thinking it over he decided that the situation might be a little entertaining after all. Curious to see how it would play out, Booth sat down on a chair opposite from where Brennan sat and watched Bob closely. If Brennan needed help, she'd ask for it, but Booth knew she was able to take care of herself so was sure that wouldn't be necessary.

A little frustrated that such a beautiful woman wasn't drawn to his obvious great looks, Bob tried once more to interest her in him. "Well Dr. Brennan, I'm glad to meet you. How long until your next flight?"

Irritated, Brennan realized that Bob had no intention of going away. With a deep sigh, she closed her laptop and politely answered the man. "I have approximately three and a half hours until my flight leaves."

Surprised and pleased that she was finally talking to him, Bob became a little excited. "Hey, I don't have to leave for another three hours too. How about we hang out together? You know two beautiful people like us were meant to hook up. It's Fate . . . Why don't we leave the airport for a little while and see what kind of fun we can find? I've been told that I'm very amusing and I'm sure that we could make this very dull layover a day to remember . . . How about it?"

Hearing a snigger across from where she was sitting, Brennan glanced towards the seats across from her and saw Booth sitting in a relaxed manner and sipping his coffee. Annoyed with Booth's obvious amusement, Brennan turned her gaze back towards Bob. "What did you have in mind, Bob?"

With great anticipation, Bob realized that he might be connecting with the beautiful doctor sitting next to him. "I heard that they have a really nice hotel next door . . . We could walk over there and get a room and then we could see what happens. You might find me very entertaining and I've been told that I'm a hell of a lover. I always give the ladies exactly what they want."

Her gaze flicking over towards Booth to see his reaction, Brennan frowned when she saw her partner smiling at her. Her attention back to Bob, Brennan decided to make sure she understood what he wanted. "Are you asking me to have intercourse with you?"

Watching Bob's startled reaction, Booth couldn't help but laugh.

Furious that a stranger was interfering with his play, Bob glared at Booth and warned him. "Hey, butt out, Buddy. This is none of your business. Me and this lovely lady are not here to entertain you."

Holding up his left hand, Booth apologized to the idiot. "Sorry."

A gleam in her eye, Brennan glanced at Booth and then back at Bob. "You are asking me to have intercourse with you, aren't you?"

Rubbing the side of his head, Bob felt a little lost with the beautiful doctor. He wasn't used to that kind of directness. "You're pretty direct aren't you. Yes, I guess that's what I'm asking you to do. I'd like to make love to you and show how a real man can make a woman scream in pleasure. Is that direct enough for you? I'll rock your world if you'll let me."

Tired of Bob and his bravado, Brennan shook her head. "Even though that sounds very interesting, I feel that I must tell you that my partner might object to your plan. I should also let you know that we had a very strenuous vacation, sexually, and I'm quite satisfied at this time . . . My world was tilted quite a few times in the last few weeks."

Worried that she was involved with someone else, Bob looked around. "Where's your partner?"

A broad grin breaking out, Brennan gleefully pointed at Booth.

His eyes locking onto Booth, Bob saw the man form his index finger and thumb into a gun. With a very serious look on his face, Booth pretended to shoot Bob and mouthed to the now frightened man, "You're dead you mother fucker."

Suddenly filled with fear, Bob stood up from his chair and walked away, glancing back constantly at Booth until he was far enough away to feel safe again. The look on Booth's face and been pretty scary to Bob and he new he'd had a very close call.

Standing, Booth slowly ambled over to the seat Bob vacated and sat down. "I heard that they have a really nice hotel next door. We could get a room and we see what happens. You might find me very entertaining. I might even tilt your world."

Amused, Brennan glanced down the hallway at the retreating Bob. "I think you frightened Bob."

Pleased with himself, Booth assured her, "Good. Bob should have been afraid of me, the little prick."

After placing her laptop in it's bag, Brennan smiled at her lover. "Why don't we go to that hotel Bob mentioned? We could role play. You can be a sniper and I'll be your spotter. Doesn't that sound interesting?"

Curious, Booth asked her, "What am I supposed to shoot?"

Delighted that he'd asked her, Brennan informed him, "I'll tell you where to put your weapon when we get to the hotel. You can shoot your target as much as you want to. In fact I'm looking forward to see just how much ammunition you have."

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Interesting? What did you think of poor Bob?