Again, a little anger, a little making up. Set prior to established relationship. Enjoy.
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He didn't see it coming, but when he felt the sharp sting of her palm on his cheek, he reacted instantly. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around until she was pressed firmly against the door, held in place by his body.
She raised her free hand to strike him again, but froze when she saw the look in his eyes.
Dark. Glittering.
Her mouth opened in a gasp.
He recognized the split second when her anger turned to lust. Her blue eyes were bright.
He smirked, leaned closer, and murmured, 'Kiss it better."
She gasped again, her knees buckling as desire swept over her at his tone, his words, the dizzying proximity of his body. "Wha-? What?" she asked shakily.
Closer. Lips brushing her earlobe.
"You slapped me. It hurt. Kiss it better."
She opened her mouth, to argue, she thought, but instead a moan escaped.
Closer still. Hips jutting forward, his obvious arousal pressing against her.
"Kiss. It. Better. Now." Each word a hot breath on her neck.
"Don't tell me what to do, Booth." She protested weakly, even as her hands reached for his belt buckle. She was finding it hard to think.
Suddenly he pulled back, no longer pinning her with his body, but still piercing her with his gaze. Just above his clenched jaw, the faint imprint of her hand.
As she tried to catch her breath, he nodded at her nimble fingers still working at undoing his pants. He smirked again. Cocky.
"Um, that isn't exactly where it hurts, Bones," he teased.
At his words, she launched herself at him. Just before she thrust her tongue into his welcoming mouth, she replied, "But it WILL make you feel better."
