Here's the second chapter of I Don't Wanna Be A Squint. I plan on having several more chapters in this story that explores not only a new aspect of Booth and Bones' relationship, but also the training program that Booth is forced to be a part of. This chapter is the dinner that Bones mentioned to Booth at the end of Chapter 1, but I decided to have the 'dessert' portion of the evening as it's own chapter. I felt that any drastic change in the relationship, despite the blatant come on by Bones, would have a serious discussion during the dinner. I hope you all enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No Copyright infringement is intended.

Booth was driving to Bones' apartment in somewhat of a daze. The day, to say the least, had been an unbelievable turn of events. First he gets promoted, looks at his awesome new office, loses said office, moves to the Jeffersonian (he's still not sure he likes that little detail one bit), gets another incredible office there, finds out he's also going to be in the wretched training program with the agents coming into the new program, and then for the massive shocker Bones invited him to her place for a night of sin. Incredible, naughty, dirty, awesome sin.

At exactly five o'clock Bones had come to his new office and in that same seductive voice that instantly had him hard, she'd told him that the work day was done and that she expected him at her place ready to play in two hours. She'd whispered it in his ear and to his shock and delight had sucked on his ear lobe, turning him on even more. Needless to say he'd left the Jeffersonian like a shot, but not until he'd watched her walk out of his office, paying extra close attention to her ass which swayed very suggestively in those tight cotton pants she wore. Once again he had definitive proof that God had been having an awesome day when he created Bones. He'd definitely gotten that mold right, and then promptly broken it since there was no way that anyone could be as HOT as Bones was. Leaving the Jeffersonian, he'd hightailed it to the Hoover Building and let his staff know that if he was interrupted for anything less than a national calamity he'd rip their nuts off and they would be transferred to the wastelands of Alaska. Having taken care of the issue of interruption on this most important of nights, he'd driven like a bat out of hell to home where he'd showered, shaved, put on fresh clothes, and grabbed a bottle of Bones' favorite wine which he'd purchased long ago (and didn't that cost a small mint! Damn she has expensive tastes!) on the off chance that this dream night would happen. After that there was only one thing to do and that was stop in at his parish church for a quick prayer of profound thanks that this was actually happening and then a small amount of time in confession. He figured it would be best to start the evening with a clean slate as he was sure that by the end of it he would have so much sin to confess to that if he didn't come into it clean he'd be excommunicated the next time he went to confession. Now that was an interesting question of what was more important. God or Bones? He grimaced, but had to go with the Big Guy on that one. He consoled himself by admitting that it was a damn close call and if anyone could displace the man upstairs it was Bones.

When he reached her door he checked his watch and saw 6:59, he waited the one minute until the time read 7:00 exactly and then knocked. Barely a second elapsed before the door swung open and he gaped at the sight before him. Bones was standing there in a short satin robe coming down to mid-thigh, light pink in color, and he was sure that she had nothing else on at all. His dick, which he had managed to somehow get under control, instantly shot up in appreciation.

Bones' lips quirked in an appreciative half smile as here eyes looked him up and down, spending a nice bit of time staring at the tent in front of his pants.

"Exactly on time," she remarked seductively as she stepped aside and let him in, taking in the view from behind as he walked past her. Very nice!

Bones had spent the last few weeks putting all the pieces in place for this whole day. Deputy Director Cullen had contacted her one month before to inform her that Booth was being made an Assistant Deputy Director. At first the plan had been to assign a new agent to work with her, but she had made it clear that she would sever all connections with the FBI if she could not continue to work on cases with Booth. That was when the Director was called in and the negotiations had really started. They had worked out a good deal, though she was sure that Booth would not be as enthused as she was. There were two bonuses in her opinion. First was that they would stay a partnership with a new program to oversee that would develop the core of partnerships like theirs to work in various places in the country. Second, she had decided over the last eight months that she wanted more from Booth than just friendship and this promotion was just the way to accomplish that. She'd allowed them to become closer ever since she had foolishly tried to date two men at once, in essence having an intellectual toy and also a sexual toy. Booth, of course, had been quite incensed and also, she was sure, extremely jealous. After 17 months of celibacy, with the exception of that brief interlude, she was now wanting to resume her sex life, but this time with the one person she wanted, and wanted permanently.

"Mac 'n' Cheese, Bones?" Booth observed happily. The table was set for two and had a good sized casserole dish of the Macaroni and Cheese dish that she did so well. There was also a nice salad, some steamed vegetables, and dinner rolls set out on the table. Two lit candles set off the effect.

"I know how much you like that when I make it," she said with a slight blush. She was trying to keep things cool until after dinner and the talk she wanted to have with him.

"It looks great Bones," he said as he took a seat when she gestured for him to.

"We need to talk about a couple of things, Booth," Bones said as she sat down and took a sip of the wine that she had poured. She could see he was a bit uncomfortable and knew he was thinking that she was about to go into some lecture about what they were going to be doing after dinner. "I want to say a few things and not be interrupted."

"Sure," he replied as he took a large bite of the main dish.

Bones took a deep breath before starting. "I want you to know first of all, that your moving to the Jeffersonian was because of me," she admitted. His shocked expression told it all at that point, but he kept his silence as she had requested. "Cullen told me a month ago about your promotion and that I would be assigned a new partner. I protested and argued that promotion or not, you were the only one that I would work with. If need be I would sever all ties with the FBI. After that, Cullen called the Director and we all sat down and discussed it. What happened today was the result. If we're to have a new program with scientists and agents being trained and working together, we need to be based together to oversee it. The Jeffersonian was the most logical place."

"I guess I can see that," Booth mumbled. He still was not thrilled with all of this, but Bones had a good point. He had no desire to end their professional partnership, and this afforded them a way to keep it intact.

"Good," Bones sighed in relief. That had been easier than she had thought it would be.

"Can I ask one question, though?" Booth requested.

"Okay," she agreed, knowing full well what he was going to ask.

"Why the hell do I have to go through all that training? I really don't want to be a squint, Bones, no matter how much I love you guys," he whined. "And the idea of spending the day at a landfill with Hodgins? It makes me want to lose my dinner just thinking about it."

"Because if we're going to be running this new program, and division, then we both need to be fully immersed in all aspects of it, and that includes the training. The work I've done with you covers the training that the scientists will go through on investigative technique and procedures, so I'm exempt from that side, but you've never really done much in the way of Scientific work," she patiently explained.

"But I know more than I used to," he wheedled like a small boy who wanted to get out of going somewhere embarrassing with his parents.

"You do, but not enough," she gamely argued. "Oh and by the way, Booth. I'll be quizzing you on the book I gave you this afternoon."

"WHAT???" he cried out, horrified. He was remembering his miserable experiences in college when he had been in science classes. That was with simple ordinary professors, but Bones was a freaking genius who left any of them in the dust with the first few words spoken. Damn!

"Which leads us to our next item of discussion," she said with a sultry look on her face. "Sex."

Booth's jaw fell a few centimeters. "Sex?" he asked. This was not good. What had he done to deserve this? He'd done what she asked all afternoon. He'd plastered a shit eating grin on his face and pretended to think that all the changes were the greatest thing since sliced bread. He'd gotten all cleaned up for what promised, by her own 'promise', to be a wonderfully messy night. Hell he'd even cleansed his soul with confession so that he wouldn't feel guilty about adding some serious sins to his weekly list to confess. Now she wanted to talk about sex???

Bones nodded. "I want to make a few things clear before we indulge in a bit of fun tonight," she said firmly. She'd spent a great deal of time thinking about this, in particular all afternoon after she had been so forward with him. "First, I want your word that that ridiculous line you drew a couple of years ago is erased, permanently. I made a serious mistake being with Sully, and that line was why I so readily accepted his invitation to dinner and all that happened afterward. I was settling for something that was not what I wanted because you wouldn't allow what was right in front of us. The casual lovers I had after Sully was my reaction to being back where I started, but after I started going back into the field when Zack returned from Iraq, I ended that aspect of my life. With the exception of my two boyfriends eight months ago that you gave me such a hard time over, I've been celibate for seventeen months.

"Second, I'm not ready to talk about love" she told him. "The last eight months, with the exception of the incident with Jared, I've been working on letting you into my life as fully as possible. We spend almost every evening together, and every weekend. Only the nights are separate. I've become comfortable with that, Booth. I want to have an intimate relationship, and a permanent one, but talking about love is something that will take some time. Can you understand that?"

Booth nodded. He, more that probably anyone, knew that love was a very difficult concept for her. If she needed time before she was ready to discuss it, then he was more than glad to give her that time. She'd given him what he'd been wanting for a long time: commitment. She was done hiding and running. He felt almost ill at her admission of why things with Sully began, since it was basically his fault, but that was the past.

Bones chuckled. "You thought I was going to go into a clinical discussion about sex, didn't you?" she asked jokingly.

"Kind of," he replied sheepishly.

"If you'd like I could talk about how I very much love performing fellatio, or that I could spend hours having a man performing cunnilingus on me as I have as many orgasms as possible," she said with twinkle in her eyes. She loved making him squirm. It was very entertaining. "I could also talk about the kinds of role playing that I enjoy, and the various sexual positions that drive me wild," she continued.

Booth's eyes bugged out. "No, no," he assured her. "I'm game for pretty much anything," he told her. He was, too. He only wished that she didn't so obviously enjoy making him uncomfortable by talking so matter of factly about sex. When that happened, he didn't know whether to grab her and let the games begin, or simply try and sink through the floor in embarrassment.

She smiled. "Okay," she said, thinking that his statement left the door open for a great many things and a lot of variety in their sexual relationship. Then she got serious. "There is one absolute rule, Booth," she said with a definite edge to her voice. "We can't do anything at work that could jeopardize what we are trying to achieve there. The banter and bickering that we engage in is wonderful, but no sex. You're too damn distracting, you know."

He slumped a bit. That killed any number of delicious thoughts about workplace assignations. What's the point of having connecting doors between the office of you and your smoking hot girlfriend if there's no 'playtime'? But he could see her point. The FBI was not too keen on personal relationships between partners, and he had been stupid enough to draw that line a couple of years ago. "Fair enough," he said with a steady voice. When all was said and done, he knew that he had directed this partnership from day one, even though she had been a very independent component. Now she was making a very real effort at change, though the emotional aspect was going to be worked on slowly, despite the rapid change in the physical dimension. Regardless of his general moral outlook, and views of love, he knew that this was right. It was the one way that a relationship that could possibly be long term with her could come about. If he wasn't already sure of her real feelings, he wouldn't consider it, but he knew, deep down, that this would work. Once the physical and professional issues were in good working order, the emotional issues would fall into place. Love would be essentially acknowledged in all the rest working out. Then she'd be ready to say what she already felt and put a name to it.

Bones looked at him very carefully. She knew that she was asking a lot, and that her brazenly sexual approach that afternoon had been a risk. Booth was too important to her, professionally and especially personally, to screw this up. He had to accept her boundaries and that it would take time to develop fully the relationship she knew he wanted, and she wanted to be able to give him.

"So is the line gone?" she asked, making it clear that she was serious about him stating that to be the case.

"Yes," he said solemnly. It wouldn't do to make a joking comment about it since she'd revealed that much of the delay and mistakes between them personally were a result of his line, which if he was honest he had to admit had been ridiculous in light of the fact that by that time they both had enough enemies that the line would do no good. In addition to that, their feelings for one another were already so strong and deep that no line would be practical. The last three years had proven that, too.

Bones was relieved. She'd said her piece and he had agreed with what she had to say. Her confession that she had been responsible for his move to the Jeffersonian was what had worried her the most, but, while he was not pleased with it, he was able to accept it and the reasons for it. She got up and cleared the table since they had finished dinner. Clearing the table, she made sure to keep an eye on him, seeing that he was watching her every move. She'd deliberately worn the short satin robe with nothing underneath to set the tone for the remainder of the night, and also to let him know that she was serious about what she had said earlier in his new office. Now seeing as he was so focused on her she could feel her own arousal growing. Her nipples were tight and erect, shooting a deliciously painful feeling from her nipped to her center. The growing moisture pooling between her legs was also becoming more obvious as she moved around. When she got back to the table she stood him up. Placing her arms around his neck, she pulled him down for a proper kiss. It quickly deepened and she allowed his tongue to clash with hers as she tasted him and explored his mouth.

"Perfect," she whispered as the kiss ended. She pulled back a bit. "Give me a couple of minutes and then join me in the bedroom. I want to make sure it's all ready for us."

Booth watched as she walked to the bedroom and entered the room. He looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. It was like the culmination of all his personal dreams regarding Bones for the last four years. He sent up a silent prayer asking for no interruptions this night. He'd pretty much dealt with the professional side on that, but it didn't hurt asking for a little more Divine assistance for added measure.

"I'm waiting, Booth," he heard Bones say in what had to be the sexiest, most sultry voice he'd ever heard.

A/N: I wanted to have something to post before Christmas, and this was what I came up with. It also allowed me to write the smut as a stand alone chapter instead of having the more serious aspects of the dinner interfering with the flow of the sex scene. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know. The next chapter should be ready in a few days. Merry Christmas. Gregg.