The door of Doctor Lance Sweets private office opened and slammed closed.
He looked up to see Booth Seeley rushing towards him, looking completely flustered and sweaty.
Yummy.
"Hey!" Protested an upset Sweets. People just didn't seem to understand that he's an important man, a very busy important man. "You can't just walk in here like that!"
Booth reached him, pulled him up out of his seat, and flunk his folder across the room.
"What…"
"Shut up."
Booths hands gripped Sweets face and smashed their lips together.
Sweets struggled…for a while. Gradually he melted into the searing kiss. Absorbing everything that was given.
The smell of Booths after-shave, the feel of his shirt under his fingertips. The feel of the muscles under the shirt.
The electricity and pure…sweetness running through his lips.
The closeness of their warm bodies.
The taste of Booth. The taste of coffee and strawberries and…something else completely Booth that he couldn't place.
Seeley slowly pulled away, and let out a chuckled when Sweets whined and followed his lips.
"Now, now," Booth traced the perfect curve of Sweets' cheekbone, "Let's not get selfish."
Booth swooped the doctor in to his arms and placed him on his desk.
Sweets let out a laugh and pulled away slightly.
"What on earth made you come in here and do that?" He whispered, staring at Booths kissed bruised lips.
The corners of his mouth quirked up a bit, "I just…wanted to."
"That's fine…"
"Shut up."