A/N

Hello and welcome! Here is a tasty little morsel for the Ramblings collection. (well, I hope you think it's tasty, anyway.)

Yeah, it's Rated M. So, if you are someone who doesn't like Rated M content, or if you are too young to be reading mature themed stories, skip this chapter now.

Again, I stress that Ramblings is made up of randomly written snippets that are simply ramblings of my Muse's imagination. They are not related to one another, they are not chronological in order.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or its characters. I just enjoy playing with the characters.

They stumbled through the door in a tangle of sopping-wet, drunken limbs, laughing between their mutually wandering lips and groping hands.

"I do believe," Brennan slurred, attempting to put on an air of sophistication, "that you have gotten me drunk, Agent Booth…" She purred as he pushed her against the closed door, imprisoning her between two sinewy and powerful arms. She licked her lips slowly, watching him watch her through ebony eyes. "You," she slid a single finger between two buttons of his soggy blue oxford and slid the top one open, "were upset by that man at the bar..." Brennan kept her voice quiet, whispering her words, knowing it drove him crazy on a primal level that he struggled to acknowledge.

Her breathy alto voice wormed its way into Booth's ears and he crowded her even more, pressing his long, hard body against hers. He lowered one veiny hand from where he'd planted it firmly against the door, directly beside his partner's ear, and cupped the soft, fleshy curve of her hip. The thick fingers of his other hand wove themselves into the silky wet hair that framed her face, pushing it back from her cheek. Wordlessly, he closed the minimal distance keeping them apart and covered her mouth with his. He couldn't verbalize how he felt about the man hitting on his girl without sounding like a possessive caveman, so he showed her instead.

Booth wedged his knee between hers, sliding his open palm from her hip to her outer thigh and cupping her in a tenacious grasp. He pressed his body against hers as he kissed his way from her mouth to her jawline until he reached the crook of her neck, sucking on her sweet skin. Brennan let her head fall back against the hardwood door, surrendering to his bodily manipulations. When she moved one hand to his chest again, fumbling to slip the next tiny opalescent disk through its corresponding hole, Booth knocked it away, grabbing her wrist and pinning her arm above her head.

"I don't like it when men hit on you, Bones," he growled against her pale neck. "You're mine." He rolled his pelvis against her, pressing his growing length into her lower abdomen. "And that prick, that little bastard, thought he was good enough to sidle up next to you as soon as I got up to take a leak?" His gravelly voice sent shivers of desire coursing through Brennan's entire being. He bit her neck gently then soothed it with a tender kiss. "And the balls to try to dismiss me when I came back to the table…." His aggression started to grow as he remembered the younger man trying to make a move on his intoxicated partner.

Although Brennan was not interested in the stranger, she had been unable to deter the attention he was lavishing upon her. She and Booth had been doing shots of tequila, laughing as they recalled a night nearly a decade prior when they sat in the same dingy bar, at the same rickety table, challenging one another to similar shots just before he fired her. When her partner excused himself to use the restroom, he never even noticed the guy sitting at the bar admiring his girl, evidence enough that he was intoxicated to the point that his observational skills were impaired. The stranger's eyes followed Booth's movements as he disappeared down the short hallway that led back to the public restrooms. Once Booth was out of sight, the man, who would introduce himself as Eric, moved in on the wrong territory, carrying a drink in each hand as he approached the table uninvited.

"Booth," she struggled to intertwine her fingers with his. "You don't really believe that I would have been interested in that man, do you?"

He widened his finger span allowing her to connect with him as he continued to mark her neck. Pulling back to meet her gorgeously dilated eyes, he brought his free palm to the hollow of her back sandwiching it between her body and the door while he pulled her against him. "I trust you completely, Bones." His reply was deep, his voice husky with unsatisfied desire. "But I don't trust assholes who approach you after seeing that you're with me." He rotated against her heat again. "That sonofabitch watched me walk away from the table, he admitted as much, Bones." His eyes flared in possessive anger as his hand moved along her spine, pushing up her sodden t-shirt. "He fucking saw us together, and he still tried to make a move. What a fucking idiot, Bones… If he was smart at all, he would've feigned ignorance… but he didn't, he opened his stupid, arrogant, worthless mouth..."

There was a time in her life when Brennan would have spent every ounce of energy fighting the ownership tendencies that Booth displayed whenever someone paid too much attention to her. But as the partners grew in their relationship, the anthropologist found herself quite aroused in just such situations. She tilted her head to the opposite direction, exposing the other side of her neck to Booth as she watched him from beneath heavy lids.

"He only admitted to it because you came up from behind and slammed his face down to the table, Booth. You wouldn't release him until he fessed up... To something...Anything. You bullied him..."

"Would you have preferred me to drag a seat up on the other side of him and offer to buy him a beer? Invite him home with us?" He pinned her with a dark gaze, knowing she was just trying to egg him on.

"He may have turned out to be a very nice man, Booth... You two might've become good friends... I mean," she straightened her head and squared her shoulders, "you both obviously share similar tastes in women, seeing as how you both find me attractive." She smiled coyly. "At least I think that's what he meant when he told me I was the 'hottest piece of ass in the joint'." She watched as Booth's eyes darkened and, like a snowplow, she pressed on. "And anthropologically speaking, men of similar opinion tend to migrate towards one another so that they can discuss and compare-"

"Stop right there, Dr. Brennan..." Booth pressed against her, growling into her ear. "Don't you dare compare me with the sack of shit that was hitting on you." He nipped her playfully then tongued her lobe into his mouth, flicking it softly.

"But, Booth..." She argued, simply to push his metaphorical buttons.

"But nothin', Bones," he warned. "That prick was after one thing and one thing only...And you know it..."

"Yes, I know," she played innocent. "A drink... He wanted to buy me a drink."

He craned his neck back and looked at her incredulously. "Wha-?..." Then he saw it- the little twinkle in telling him that she was still teasing. His dark brown eyes softened as he looked into her pale orbs, he felt all the aggression and dark possessiveness melt away.

"He wanted way more than a drink, Babe..." He moved both hands to her hips and then down to her thighs. With a gentle tug, he smiled as she complied to his silent command, and he relished the feeling as his partner, his lover, raised her legs up and wrapped them around his hips. "He wanted you, Temperance... He wanted this." Booth palmed her ass in both hands and thrust his aching erection against her core then turned around and carried her through his apartment, aiming for the bedroom. "He was hoping to score tonight... And I, sure as hell, wasn't gonna let that happen..."

When he reached the side of the bed, he lowered her legs carefully, holding his more-than-a-little-tipsy partner steady as she stood on her own.

Brennan remained motionless as Booth slid his hands beneath her shirt and pushed it upwards, clearly intent on disrobing her of the soaking material. She raised her arms and allowed him to pull the chilled garment from her body, leaving her shivering ever so slightly when the cool air of the apartment kissed her dampened skin.

"And," his voice was husky, his eyes hungry with possessive desire as they swept down her torso and back up again. "He wanted this..." His fingers slid beneath her bra straps and slowly pulled them down until the upper portions of the cups were rolling down, getting dangerously close to allowing her heaving breasts to spill from the flimsy material. "But no one," he craned his neck and pressed an open mouth kiss to the upper swell of her left breast. "Not another goddamn soul," his lips moved to her other side, "has the privilege to do this, Bones. No one touches you," he nipped and licked. "No one holds you." His hands spread around her rib cage and pressed into her flesh greedily. "No one kisses, or smells, or tastes you, ever again." One hand moved to the clasps of her bra and made quick work of undoing the hooks and eyes. "Just me, Baby. Only me..."

Brennan's head was spinning. The tequila and her partner's touch and words were all overwhelming her senses. "You're the only one I want, Booth. Yours are the only lips I want kissing me, the only hands I want touching me. Your body is the only one I want covering mine and making love to me." Brennan pressed her mouth to his neck as she finished unbuttoning his blue oxford. She bit gently and licked to soothe the sting as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders. "I've never let anyone else take me the way I've let you, Booth. And I never will."

Her declaration was all the foreplay he could handle in his partially inebriated state. Booth was quickly succumbing to the heart-pounding sensations of lust and desire for the only woman who could bring him to his knees with a single glance. Refusing to tame the tightly coiled alpha within, Booth hastily shoved the slacks from her hips and coaxed her down to his mattress, where he settled between her thighs as they fell open to him. Barely taking the time to push his own jeans any lower than was absolutely necessary, one swift rock of his hips had him right where he wanted to be - buried deep inside her wet heat, snugged perfectly within her tight walls.

"Mine... All mine..." He chanted in time with his thrusts, the alcohol in his blood stream making it impossible to stop the flow of sheer possessiveness. Pinning her hands against the mattress above her head, he drove into her with abandon, urged forward by her breathy moans and sighs of approval.

As Brennan felt the telltale signs of orgasm washing over her body, she opened her eyes to watch her partner's powerful body looming above hers. Recognizing the signals that Booth was nearing the edge as well, she did what she knew would cause him to leap head-first into the tailspin that she desperately wanted from him.

"Take me, Booth." Her abdomen started fluttering, her ears filled with the sounds of his primal grunts and she forced her thighs to open as wide as possible, pressing her knees to the sheets beneath. "Make me yours..." She arched her back off the bed, pressing against him completely.

Booth was unable to reign in his baser instinct and unwilling to tame the tightly coiled alpha that was quickly unraveling as he got lost in his woman. He released her hands and dropped to his elbows, cradling her head against the crook of his neck. He rolled his hips, meeting each of her responsive thrusts with a rhythm that the pair had perfected in their time as lovers. He knew what Brennan was doing by speaking those words, by submitting to the dominance that he tended to keep under tight wrap. After only a few more sharp thrusts, Booth could feel the familiar tugging at the base of his spine and he buried himself balls-deep as he nuzzled his nose into her damp hair where it spilled over her shoulder. "Bones…" He grunted and pressed into her harder, "c'mon, Baby… I need you to let go..."

The husky, needy urgency in his voice sent chills through her body. His warm breath against her shoulder, followed immediately by the combination of pleasure and pain as his teeth nipped her sensitive skin, was all it took to push her over the edge and she shattered beneath her partner. Brennan dug her fingers into the slick flesh of his shoulders, holding on for dear life as if she would become physically lost if she didn't maintain that contact. "Booth," her voice was breathy, his name dripped from her tongue like warm honey. She wrapped her calves around his legs, holding him tight as she, in turn, bit his shoulder gently and licked to ease the sting. "Cum for me…"

Pulling back, he slammed into her. Two, three, four times, each plunge harder and deeper than the one before, and with an animalistic grunt, Booth finally lost control of his barely contained restraint. "Fuuuuck, Bones…" He growled, suckling the pale skin of her throat as he emptied everything he had into her core in white hot flashes. He was purposely marking her, and the sheer fact that she rolled her head, exposing more of her neck to him, was the cherry on top.

"Oh, Babe…" He groaned in regret as he felt himself slowly slipping from her warmth. "Ahh…" He rolled to the side, sliding his arm beneath her shoulders and pulling her with him, tucking her against his chest. "Fuckin'-a, Bones…" He covered her hand where she'd splayed her fingers across the scar above his heart.

"Mmm…" Brennan pressed a kiss to his pec. "Aggressive-Booth is very arousing… You should lose control more often..."

He chuckled and pressed his lips into her messy hair as he palmed her ass playfully. "Bones," he warned gently, knowing that she knew very well that he was careful to not lose control very often.

"I'm just saying…" She shifted and rolled over his body, straddling his hips and laying down on his chest, tucking her head beneath his chin. "You're very powerful, and I know you will always take care of me. And I find that simple truth to be sexually irresistible." She hummed when she felt his calloused hands run up and down along her sides and settle on her hips.

"You find me irresistible," he repeated smugly as he squeezed her soft flesh.

"Don't let it go to your head, Booth," she teased as she ran her fingers into his wild spikes and kissed his neck softly. Knowing that she was always safe with Booth to ultimately speak her mind, regardless of the implications indicated by her thoughts, she pressed up and looked into the soft brown eyes that had been comforting her for years. "I'm glad I'm your's, Booth." Her confession was whispered. "I'm happy to...belong…to you, in the metaphorical sense." Although she knew her partner would understand her meaning, the anthropologist inside still felt the need to quantify her statement.

Booth grinned up at her, his lips forming the crooked, boyish smile that told her how much he adored her whenever he flashed it. "I love you, Bones. I treasure what we have...and I love belonging to you, too, Baby."

Satisfied in her knowledge that Booth would never hold anything like that over her head in the negative sense, Brennan kissed him softly and nuzzled down, pulling in and sandwiching her arms securely between their bodies. When his strong arms wrapped around her protectively, she sighed heavily and sunk into his embrace, succumbing quickly to the sleepiness invading her entire being. The alcohol they'd ingested at the bar coupled with the intensity of their passion was a strong combination forcing her mind and body into a happy oblivion.

As he felt her weight growing heavier against him, Booth smoothed his hands up and down the silky skin of her back, whispering words meant only for lovers, making promises to cherish her and the trust she'd bestowed upon him. Once the agent knew his partner was sound, he pulled the corner of the sheet up, dragging it over their intertwined bodies and followed her into sleep. Over the course of the night, they moved in tandem, always maintaining contact, hands subconsciously sweeping over skin, bodies wrapping around each other.

By the time the early morning sun was peeking through the slats of the window's blinds, Booth was curled around Brennan's body, her bottom pressing deliciously against his groin as his hand splayed across her tummy. He tightened his arm, pulling her tighter to his chest as he pressed a kiss to the back of her head. "I love waking up with you, Baby."

"Mmm," she wasn't ready to talk, but she couldn't deny her own satisfaction of feeling his long hard body behind hers as she made that daily journey from the land of sleep and back into consciousness. Reaching back, Brennan rubbed her hand along his strong thigh. With a playful squeeze, she muttered one word that immediately set his body thrumming. "Mine… "

"All yours, Baby." He nudged his knee between hers and slid his hand lower. "For the rest of our lives…"

Postscript A/N

So, I hope you enjoyed. There's something so friggin' hot about Possessive and Aggressive Booth, in my opinion. And there's something even hotter at the notion that Brennan, a rational and logical scientist, would simply surrender to his need to dominate from time to time. I don't believe that she would always submit to him, but in instances like this, I think she recognizes the mutual benefits they both reap from his alpha-tendencies.

Please let me know what you thought. I look forward to hearing from you!

peace, my friends

~jazzy