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Tuesday Night Deal


Booth had never realized just how painful a morning hard-on could be until he woke up with a throbbing erection pressed against her firm behind.

He knew the best thing, the sane thing to do would be to roll away from her and get himself under control, likely under a cold shower. Yet, like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help getting closer.

She was warm and soft against him and he pressed his lips against the back of her shoulder, rubbing helplessly against her. Booth had no idea why he was torturing himself, but he breathed in her scent and allowed a nice little fantasy of pounding into her from behind to materialize behind his closed eyelids.

In his head, he had already stripped those shorts and kissed every inch of her when he heard her voice, husky and sounding a little too alert. "How long have you been awake?"

"A while." Booth whispered the words raspily in her ear.

"And how long have you been thinking of getting inside me?"

"A while."

He was shocked when she flipped over suddenly, landing on top of him and attacking his lips in a hard kiss. She rubbed her mound against his hard-on, moaned into his mouth and then, just as suddenly, she wrenched herself away and rolled all the way to the opposite side of the king-sized bed.

"Bones," he croaked, her sudden actions leaving him nearly disoriented.

"I don't think …" she panted, looking at him with glazed eyes from across the bed. "I may have not thought this through properly."

Booth laughed huskily at her hoarse confession, throwing her a knowing look. "Are you reconsidering, Bones?" he teased. "Are you backing out?" He just couldn't help taunting her a little, even though he knew there was no way she was giving up.

"No," she confirmed stubbornly. "Go get in the damn shower."

He laughed all the way to the bathroom, but was no longer amused when he had to spend nearly half an hour under the cold spray in order for his erection to subside.

When he got out, Booth saw that she had used the other shower and was already getting dressed. He studiously kept his eyes away from her as he went about the task himself.

"What are you wearing?" she asked abruptly, frowning at the vest of his three-piece suit dangling from his fingers.

"Clothes, Bones," he said casually, shrugging into the dark blue material.

"Why are you wearing that suit?" she demanded, eyes riveted to his fingers buttoning up the vest.

"Why not?" he shot back, smirking smugly.

She narrowed her eyes at his smug smile and sniffed disdainfully, turning her back to him and tucking her blouse into her pants.

He was doing it on purpose, Brennan concluded in something suspiciously close to outrage. She knew he was. Just a few weeks ago she had taken one of those three-piece suits off his perfect body, telling him in detail just how ridiculously arousing she found them.

Except Brennan remembered that she hadn't phrased it quite so lady-like.

"God, do you know how hot you look wearing this?" she had whispered, yanking off his jacket and running her hands greedily across his broad shoulders as soon as he walked through the door. That gun harness across his shoulders had gone the same way as his jacket and he had stammered in surprise at the near wild look in her eyes.

"Wh- what?"

"It drives me crazy," she'd panted, unbuttoning the vest and the white shirt underneath and spreading them open to attack his bare chest. "Your shoulders look even wider in this damn thing and I want to fuck you so badly."

"Bones," he breathed, eyes going wide at the language and the rough way she'd stripped him and then pushed him against the wall.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Booth," she'd told him, relishing the sight of him naked in front of her and the pieces of his suit scattered on the floor.

"Don't forget, we are supposed to have dinner with Russ and Amy tonight," he reminded her, bringing Brennan out of her reverie with a near gasp.

"I remember," she said quickly. "I'm going to leave straight from the lab."

"All right," Booth agreed, not bothering to argue; he knew she was dead set on finishing her reconstructions before they caught a new case. "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Fine," she agreed, clasping on the first necklace she found and slipping on her jacket.

"Hey," Booth called, seeing the quick escape she was making from the bedroom. "I don't get a good-bye kiss?"

Brennan stopped, turned around and rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't hold out against his heart-stopping grin. God, he looked gorgeous in those damn suits, she thought resentfully, even as she moved in his direction.

"You know, in some cultures, a good bye kiss is actually …"

Booth didn't let her finish, crossing the distance between them and slamming his lips down on her. He tasted her quickly and then released her, keeping the kiss brief because he refused to take a second cold shower that morning.

"At least get some food once you get to the lab," he requested, knowing it was a near battle to get her to have breakfast in the morning. When they had a case, he was able to get her to stay and have some breakfast since they tended to go in to work at about the same time. But the rest of the time, it was almost always a lost cause.

"I thought nagging was a characteristic stereotypically attributed to the female gender," she stated pointedly, turning around quickly and escaping before he could retaliate.

--x--

At seven o'clock at night Booth had to drag her out of the lab, not quite kicking and screaming, but close enough.

"I was almost done with the reconstruction," she complained for the third time. "I don't see why you couldn't simply wait ten more minutes."

"Couple reasons, Bones," he explained patiently, knowing his tone was going straight to whatever mechanism in the body was responsible for raising blood pressure. "First of all, we leave any later and we likely get to the restaurant late, which would be rude to your brother and Amy."

Brennan opened her mouth to protest his conclusion bitterly, but he didn't let her interrupt. "But more importantly, Dr. Brennan, you seem to forget just how long I've been your partner," he said in that irritating, I'm-right-and-you-know it-Booth voice. "No way you would have been done in the next ten minutes, I know what ten more minutes means, Bones and it's a hell of a lot closer to an hour."

She threw him a killing look out of those gorgeous blue eyes. "It was your idea, Bones," Booth reminded her pleasantly as he pulled into the restaurant. Throwing the car in park, he leaned over and brushed his lips over her cheek, before whispering in her ear, "So you can't be grumpy just 'cause you are horny."

She turned her head quickly and bit down hard on his bottom lip before unhooking the seatbelt and getting out of the car.

"You are vicious when you are cranky," he whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and smiling when she wound her own arm around his waist.

They actually arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before Russ and Amy, who walked in wearing identical smiles on their faces. As they sat down and exchanged pleasantries, Booth's eyes went to Amy's left hand.

"Amy, Russ," he said softly. "I believe congratulations are in order." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his partner's puzzled frown, but before she could say a word, Amy laughed happily.

"Yes, they are," she agreed with a blinding smile. "Thank-you, Booth."

"Tempe," Russ addressed his sister, noticing her quizzical look. "I asked Amy to marry me and for some reason she said yes." Amy punched him playfully on the arm and in the age-old gesture of engaged women, she extended her hand.

"Oh," Brennan said softly, automatically leaning forward to admire Amy's ring. Booth wondered tensely whether she was about to tell the happy couple that they were about to embark on an antiquated ritual perpetuated by an archaic patriarchical system.

"It's beautiful, Amy," she complimented sincerely, smiling softly at her brother. "Congratulations, Russ."

"Thanks, Tempe," he smiled at her. "It's going to be a small wedding, just family."

For the next few minutes the conversation revolved around the wedding and eventually drifted to the natural topics people so often discussed: children, work, family.

At the end of the meal Brennan hugged her brother and Amy, offering congratulations once more. And on the drive home, she stared contemplatively out the window, until Booth asked, "What's going through that brilliant mind of yours, Bones?"

"I hope Russ and Amy will be happy together," she answered, turning clear blue eyes on him. "They are getting married," Brennan mused. "Which means, they must have found a reason, don't you think?"

"A reason?"

"Yes, a reason that makes them believe that marriage, with all that it entails, it's the preferable option."

"I think that reason is love, Bones," Booth said softly, feeling his heart beating faster for no discernible reason.

"Love," she echoed, her voice strangely faint. "I suppose that's a good reason."

"It's the only reason," he murmured, pulling into their parking space.

They were both quiet as they walked through the dark apartment straight to the bedroom. Without turning on a single light Brennan started undressing; the moonlight filtering through the blinds the only light illuminating the room.

"When you asked Rebecca to marry you," she asked suddenly, "that was for the right reason, right?"

"I thought so at the time," Booth answered honestly with a wry smile. "But luckily she was smart enough to know better."

"If you had married her," she said gently, slacks hitting the floor to join her blouse, "we would have never met."

The statement froze him, his jacket slipping from his fingers as he turned to look at her. "I don't believe that," he rasped.

Brennan shrugged out of her bra and donned one of her large sleep t-shirts, one with a large skull on the front and which hit her mid-thigh. He watched her shadowy form move in front of him and reach for the buttons on his vest.

"Well, at the very least, we wouldn't be here right now," she noted softly, taking off his shirt as well and leaving him bare-chested. Her hands immediately made quick work of his pants, unsnapping and lowering them as well.

Booth stepped out of his shoes and pants, his eyes going dark at her words. "I don't believe that either," he choked out, standing in front of her in nothing but his boxers.

"But if …"

"No," he interrupted, voice low but unequivocal. "I refuse to believe my life could have taken any type of path that would have prevented this."

Her eyes were shining brightly in the moonlit room and he crushed her against him, lips a hairbreadth away from hers.

"Nothing could have prevented this," he said adamantly. "Nothing could have prevented us."

"Marriage vows mean something to you," Brennan whispered, her throat dry at the thought that she could have met her partner while he was married to someone else.

"Yes." Booth sounded tortured as he confessed, "But no matter what, no matter when or where, I would have still belonged to you." She knew it was illogical to assert anything regarding a possibility that had never materialized, but his words made her head spin. He was hers in the here and now and that was all that mattered.

"Mine," she breathed, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss over his heart.

"Yes," he said simply, picking her up easily and setting her in the middle of the bed. Reaching under her shirt, he dragged her underwear slowly down her legs, sending the blue scrap of silk flying. Brennan gasped as he pushed her shirt all the way above her breasts and spread her legs open.

"Booth …"

"It's okay," he soothed, trailing a straight line of wet, open-mouthed kisses from the valley between her breasts to her moist center. Her hips shot off the bed as he kissed right between her thighs, his tongue dragging slowly across soft, trembling flesh.

Brennan's hands fisted the sheets viciously in an attempt to keep her hips from bucking into his mouth.

"Remind me," she panted, mostly in an attempt to keep her mind off what his talented tongue was doing to her. "Tomorrow … remind me tomorrow …oh damn, Booth … to tell you about the … god … the many worlds interpretation of quantum … oh yes … quantum mechanics."

"Mm-mm." Booth murmured his agreement distractedly as he dipped his tongue inside her quickly before dragging it up to circle her clit in mind-numbing circles. Wetness hit his tongue in a rush and he moaned into her pussy at the delicious taste of her. The vibration of his moan nearly sent her over the edge and Brennan plunged her fingers into his hair and yanked his head up.

Her forceful tug was his signal that she couldn't take anymore and he kissed his way up her body, following the same path as on the way down. Brennan knew she was all over his face and she shivered as she felt it on her skin as he kissed her stomach.

"You are so good at that," she husked in near awe; it never got old, the way he ate her up as if she was his favorite meal and he was breaking some type of fast.

"God, but you are so damn tasty," Booth replied and because he wanted to taste more of her, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. This time there was no fabric between his lips and her skin and he laved the stiff peak religiously before switching his attentions to the other one. His cloth-covered erection pressed between her legs and she whimpered, digging her fingers into his scalp.

She arched into him and he groaned, feeling her heat through his boxers. He pumped his hips between her legs hard. Once. Twice. And then tore himself away from her, rolling on his back.

Booth could hear her panting next to him and even though it was dark, he could picture her clearly: hair splayed on the bed, chest heaving, nipples tight and erect, legs sprawled open and so fucking wet.

"I want to be inside you so fucking badly," he said bluntly into the silence and she shifted on the bed. Automatically he rolled on his side and she did too until they were pressing together. Her shirt was still raised all the way up and he could feel her breasts pressed against his bare chest.

"Are you okay?" Brennan asked, placing hungry kisses at the base of his throat and sucking on his collarbone.

"If I say no, am I getting inside you?" Booth countered, pressing one hand to the back of her head in encouragement of her sucking kisses.

"Do you really want to end this?"

His body was screaming conflicting answers and he thought about it for a second. "No, dammit," he finally conceded on a wry, self-deprecating chuckle. "Shit, I'm so hard it's painful, but damn, this crazy experiment of yours is turning me on."

"Yeah?" she whispered excitedly against his throat, one hand stroking slowly down the side of his body. "You know what turns me on?"

Booth swallowed and before he could venture an answer, she moved her hand down and cupped him through his underwear.

"Ohhhh," he hissed out in surprise, hips bucking into her.

"This," she answered, rotating her palm slowly on him. "Feeling how hard you are for me."

"Bones," he panted, bringing a hand between them and pulling her shirt down in an attempt to maintain some of his sanity. But when he reached her hips, he let go of the shirt and curved his hand around her skin instead.

"Oh, Bones," Booth repeated huskily, finding her lips in a wet, sexy kiss as she stroked him through the material of his boxers. Finally, he released her lips and whispered, "Baby, stop."

Her hand moved up to smooth over his chest and the hand he had around her hip moved between her legs. She parted them slightly and he used two fingers to rim her slick folds lightly without penetration. He massaged her for a few minutes before removing his hand and rolling out of bed. Brennan exhaled heavily the minute he stopped touching her and took several deep breaths.

"What are you doing?" she inquired, hearing the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

"Clothes," he mumbled, chucking his boxers and legging into a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt. Opening another drawer, he grabbed pants for her as well, along with some underwear.

Returning to the bed, he extended the clothes. "Please, put these on."

"Do I have to?"

Booth couldn't really discern her expression, but he could hear the pout in her tone. "Yes, you have to," he answered adamantly, "This is hard enough without having you half naked next to me."

He exhaled in relief when she took the clothes and he felt her shifting on the bed to put them on. Getting under the covers, he got on his side, facing away from her. He was fairly certain that if he snuggled into her and pressed his pounding erection against her ass, he might just say to hell with it.

Booth waited for her to curl around him, her chest pressed to his back snuggly, her arm over his waist, the way she always did when he slept on his side.

"Bones," he drawled out in a grumble and she laughed at his tone and immediately rolled to spoon around him.

"Better?"

"Much," he said on a contended sigh, closing his eyes and determinedly ignoring the unsatisfied desire running through him. But it was hard, so damn hard. After a while, Booth lost count of all the different things he ran through his mind in an attempt to settle down: saints, crime rates, sports stats.

"Bones?" he whispered softly in case she was already asleep.

It was a little gratifying to hear her wide awake, "Yes?"

"The next experiment dealing with our sex life it sure as hell going to be mine," he informed her, voice low and resolute.

Brennan pressed a kiss against his shoulder and smiled. "Deal."