This one takes place a couple of months into their relationship. And from here on out, they will probably jump around in time. I hope you enjoy it.
For those of you who have asked so nicely for the wild, crazy sex, consider this a preview. I promise you'll eventually get the real thing.
"The Fight"
Angela walked across the lab, anxious to show Brennan the sketch she had finished of the victim in their latest case. When she reached the door to Brennan's office, she pulled up short. She could hear voices coming from inside the office, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. From the tone though, it was clear that there was a very heated argument going on. She listened long enough to decipher the voices as Booth's and Brennan's before she turned around and headed back to her own office. There was no way she was stepping into the middle of one of their arguments. The sketch was just going to have to wait.
"You're being ridiculous, Booth," Brennan said as she got up from her desk to pace.
"I'm being ridiculous? You're the one making a big deal out of this, Bones," he replied as he followed her over to her bookshelf.
"No, I'm not," she replied as she turned to face him. "You're the one who refuses to let it drop."
"All I'm asking is that you try to see it from my point of view," he replied.
"And all I'm asking is that you trust me," she shot back.
"I do trust you," he said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. He really hated fighting with her. There was no point to it. Nobody ever really won the arguments and they just ended up pissed off at each other.
"No, you don't," she replied. "You expect me to follow you without hesitation based solely on my trust in you, but you refuse to do the same for me."
"That is not true," he stated. "I trust you with my life, Bones."
"Maybe when it's convenient for you to say so," she spat at him as she turned to walk away from him.
His hand around her arm stopped her in her tracks and she stood there seething. Part of her wanted to shrug out his grasp, regardless of if it meant inflicting bodily harm. Another part of her still had no idea why they were arguing about something so stupid or why they continued to push each other's buttons this way.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he moved until he was standing directly behind her. "I have never trusted anyone as much as I trust you, Bones."
She closed her eyes as his whispered words raised goose bumps on her skin. This particular difference of opinion had been going on for three days now and if she was honest with herself, she really missed him.
Swallowing her own anger, she replied just as softly. "And I've never trusted anyone as much as I trust you, Booth."
"Then why are we still fighting about this?" he whispered as his hands moved slowly down her arms until they reached her hands. He laced their fingers together and then lifted them until they were resting on her stomach.
She leaned back into him, her body craving his touch. "I'm not even sure what we're fighting about anymore."
"I'm not sure that I know either," he replied as he tightened his grip around her, pulling her snug against his body.
She shifted her body away from his and he immediately let her go, knowing that trying to hold her when she didn't want to be held could lead to bodily harm. Instead of stepping away from him, she turned to face him and her hands once again found his. "You know that I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, right?"
"Yes," he admitted. "And you know the same, right?"
She nodded and then lifted her eyes to his. Their apologies came at the same time, the words mingling together, brushing across their lips.
They both laughed softly and then Booth leaned down to her. "I really am sorry, Bones."
"Me, too."
His lips pressed against hers softly, his tongue slowly tracing her bottom lip, seeking entrance. She opened to him willingly and in the instant their tongues touched, they were lost. The kiss went from gentle to scorching in a split second, hands suddenly desperate to feel the other's body, the frustration of the last three days dissolving into passion as they gave of themselves, holding nothing back.
Booth turned her towards her desk, his hands moving to cup her ass and lifting her onto it. He stepped between her legs, his body seeking her heat as his hands moved up her body, sliding under the thin material of her blouse to find her soft skin.
Her hands weren't idle, moving to his waist and pulling his shirt out of his waistband. Her hands slid up the front of his chest, feeling his abdominal muscles contract at the contact. She slid them around his body and down his back, stopping only when she came into contact with his pants. Sliding her hands back around his body, she fumbled with his belt buckle.
His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and eliciting a soft moan from her throat. He pinched her nipples and she arched into him, her body begging for more. She broke their kiss in an effort to concentrate on getting his belt undone, but he merely used the opportunity to slide his lips down her jaw to her neck. She tilted her head to allow him better access even as she protested his lack of help. "Please, Booth. I need you."
Glancing up from where he was nuzzling her neck, reality crashed down on him when he realized that they were still in her office. As much as he needed to be inside of her, if they didn't stop, they were going to give the entire lab quite a show.
He gentled his kisses and slowly caressed her stomach as he removed his hands from inside her shirt. Kissing his way up to her ear, he whispered, "We can't do this here, Bones."
Still hazy with desire, it took her a moment to realize that his hands were now very chastely at her waist and that he was no longer trying to devour her with his kisses. She leaned back slightly to look at him, thinking that she might have misunderstood and that they were still fighting, but the smile he gave her eased her doubts. "You are so gorgeous when you're like this," he stated as he took a minuscule step away from her.
She glanced over her shoulder out into the lab, taking note that all of her colleagues were still studiously going about their business. "Tell me again why we have to stop," she said as she lowered her hand to cup him through his pants.
His hips bucked into hers before he reached down and took her hands in his. "How many people can you see?"
She did a quick calculation before turning back to face him. "Six."
"How many of them do you think can see us?" he asked.
She grinned at that. "I see your point." Wanting to tease him just a little, she leaned forward and added, "Surely you aren't ashamed of your...assets, Agent Booth."
He watched as her gaze traveled down his body, coming to rest on the obvious evidence of their activities and he felt himself grow even harder. His voice was slightly huskier when he replied, "You're killing me here, Bones. Besides, it's not me I'm concerned about. I'm afraid that if the squint squad gets a good look at what you hide under that lab coat, they won't get any work done anymore."
She lifted her gaze back to his and he could see hers shining brightly with mischief. Without another word, she shifted her weight off of the desk and got to her feet. He took a step back and she grinned as she turned around and picked up the phone. Dialing Angela's extension, she stepped back until she could feel him pressed against her ass. When Angela picked up, Brennan was amazed at how steady her voice came out, in spite of the fact that Booth was pressing his erection firmly against her, his hands on her waist holding her against him. "Angela, do you have the sketch finished?" At Angela's affirmative response, she continued, "Would you mind bringing it to my office?"
Finishing her conversation, she returned the phone to its cradle and then turned to look at Booth. "You might want to tuck your shirt back in," she suggested. Letting her gaze slide down his body once again, she added, "And you might want to do something about that."
"I know exactly what I'd like to do with that," he said as his gazed traveled down her body. Forcing his gaze away from her body, he quickly moved to put his clothes back in order as he stepped around her desk and settled in a chair. He forced his mind back to their case in an effort to get his body back under control. He reached for the case file from her desk, figuring he could hold it on his lap while Angela was in the office. Just when he thought he had everything under control, he made the mistake of looking back over at her.
"Just so you know, Booth," she said as she met his gaze. "I'm wetter right now than you are hard. And believe me, I know exactly what I'd like to do with that, too."
He seriously doubted that her statement was true, considering the reaction her statement had caused, but there was no time to argue the point as Angela was knocking on the door and making her way into the office.
"Are you two done fighting?" Angela asked. At the look they exchanged, she stopped and smiled at them. "I'll take that as a yes."
"What?" Brennan asked.
"You've clearly moved from the fighting stage to the ready for make-up sex stage," she stated as she sat the sketch on Brennan's desk. "Here's the sketch. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'll get out of here and leave you two alone."
Once she left the office, they sat and looked at each other for a long minute before Brennan got to her feet. "Come on, Booth."
"Where are we going?" he asked as he got to his feet.
"Lunch," she replied. "I'm suddenly starved."
"Your place or mine?" he asked.
"Yours is closest," she pointed out.
Just before they reached the door to her office, Booth pulled her to a stop. "For the record, Bones. I will get even for that last little comment."
"I'm sure you will," she replied. With a wink, she added, "And I'll be looking forward to it."
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