Sorry for the wait, but work reared its ugly head.

So when I said chapter 3 would fulfill all your fantasies, I actually meant chapter 4. But don't start throwing stones yet, 3 and 4 are coming together. As i wrote, it just kept getting longer, but I hardly think I'll be getting any complaints. (unintentional double entendres brought to you by late night writing and a lovely chianti)

I know that there aren't actually any blinds in Brennan's office, but i've taken a liberty. Go with me on it. I've got some ever so slightly more serious ideas, but those are for other stories. Also, we are moving way way too fast to be realistic. This is for silly and sexy and utter self-indulgence. Enjoy the fun!

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Booth followed his partner into her office, bumping into the doorframe. Pain only registered for a split second before his eyes seized on the sight of Brennan removing her jacket and revealing the form-fitting button-up top she wore. She absently threw her jacket in the direction of the standing coat rack in the corner, it caught on one of the hooks and looked at them precariously for a moment before toppling. Suppressing a chuckle, Booth removed his own coat and tossed it at the coat rack sprawled on the floor.

His flinging motion swerved smoothly into a grab for Brennan's waist. She smiled while his face went to her chest, kissing the bare skin and struggling with the buttons on her shirt. "I have waited far too long to touch you," he muttered breathlessly.

"Wait. Let me close the blinds." She managed to move away from him and after a brief pause he followed as though attached with elastic, catching up quickly. Brennan felt him press the length of his long body behind her

Closing the blinds to her office was rather difficult with Booth pressing her body between his firm one and his strong but softly roaming hands. "Booth! your finely trained senses can withstand torture for hours, days even, but you can't keep your hands off me for another thirty seconds?"

His lips left her neck long enough to articulate, "That is correct," and delved back to work.

"What if someone sees?"

"It's Friday night, Bones. Not everyone is as freakishly dedicated to their work as you." His breath moved up to her ear. "Most of these people have social lives," he teased.

"Hey! I'll have you know..." she finished closing the blinds and spun to face him, preparing her retort, but his hands were on the sides of her face and he was pulling her close, and his breath was hot and enveloping over her mouth and... was there irish cream in the coffee he'd had earlier? Brennan took half a second to catch her breath before she launched herself into his lips and forgot how to use her lungs again.

She was lost in the sweet oblivion within his kiss and found herself without a map. The only bearings she had were his lips, which gently coaxed her to emerge from a cave she hadn't known she'd been sitting in, and she followed, hypnotized. Christ, he was good at this.

She tasted sweet. Like -- lord help him -- like the pie she'd had at dinner. He delved deep and pushed away the thought that sometime, maybe in an hour or two, he'd have to pull himself from her lips to explore the rest of her body. He had a sneaking suspicion, however, that it would be equally enticing. And what those soft, sweet lips could discover elsewhere on his body... he paused to keep himself from falling too deep too soon and the two of them began to tear at each others' clothing.

The partners let their bodies separate to work at the buttons, snaps and clasps that kept their raw skin apart. A button escaped to freedom and flew across the room. Brennan's hands fumbled at his neck, accidentally tightening the knot there.

"Haven't you ever helped a man with his tie?" he laughed, backing away from her lips.

"No. As strange as it may sound to you, my exes have always managed to dress themselves."

Booth growled with a tiny grin. Brennan found her hands swiftly caught in his and pulled over her head. He ran his hands down her arms, coaxing goosebumps that spread exponentially, and recalled them to his tie.

"I do have a social life, you know."

He paused his hands as they worked at the silk knot at his neck, raised an eyebrow and looked at her disbelievingly.

"I was having dinner with a friend just now."

"Yeah, my finely trained senses picked up on that one."

"Somehow I think this counts."

"You're still at work though."

"Well, if you've changed your mind..." she said and stepped away in the direction of the door with a saucy smirk on her face. He whipped his tie from his neck and snapped it around behind her, pulling her to him.

He quickly freed himself of his suit. Booth's lips couldn't seem to stay away from her smooth skin and they attempted to caress downwards from her neck to the chest they'd uncovered, but the flawless expanse was marred by her cartoonishly large necklace and he was having trouble working the fastening behind her neck.

"What's wrong, Booth? Haven't you ever helped a woman with her necklace?" she quipped.

"Never one that required a Ph.D. to work the clasp."

She reached back and guided his hands over the mechanism. it dropped, clanging to the foor, but Booth held her hands in place behind her neck and gazed appreciatively at her newly exposed body.

"Gorgeous," he spoke as they stepped toward each other.

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You can't call me a tease this time, because you are one tiny finger movement away from the conclusion.

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