"So Bones…" Booth fumbles with the bags, finally catching up with me. "Does what I have to do have anything to do with my ability to sign papers… permits to be exact…"
"No." I turn back and grin, "Although if you believe it will help your case at a later date, I am sure I would readily accept any firearm you give me. I like them big…" I try to hold back a chuckle but a knowing grin breaks through, "just like my men."
I can hear him grumble but I just push on, trying to keep the smug smile from turning me into mush at his hands. I know I now have the upper hand and if this man knew the control he had over me, he could get me to admit anything with a smile and a nod. For now I will just revel in the fact that this is driving him insane.
"Does it have anything to do with…" I can feel his smile bating me in, trying to get me to turn and face him.
"No, no Booth." I shutter trying to keep my emotions in check as my mind processes the many answers to that question, "It has nothing to do with your sexual prowess. I am sure it is more than adequate."
"Damn. How about my… my…" He fumbles, unable to keep the x-rated images from his mind, "my belt buckle. You always comment on it and you… you… oh hell Bones, can you at least give me a clue?"
"Nope. I am sure your brain can process the needed information and come up with the correct conclusions."
"Bones… you are just so frustrating sometimes." He growls in a last ditch effort to open the door to the parking structure but I reach it before he does.
"That may be true." I smile, hand firmly on the handle, "But you are the one who keeps coming back for more. It is only logical that I can deduce you find it physically appealing. That is, unless you have some deep rooted form of sadistic torture from a need to be the one in control."
"If I didn't know any better Bones," He leans forward, bathing my face with his words, "I would think you are teasing me."
"It would be logical to conclude that." I smile, holding my ground and attempting to keep my checks from reddening.
"Do you know what I do to teases?" He growls, narrowing the space between us, using his pelvis and hands to keep me firmly in place.
"What?" I huskily bark. I lightly grind my hips against his, practically forcing him to a breaking point. His eyes lightly close then shoot open in the darkest I have ever seen them. They are inviting yet utterly terrifying. What have I got myself into?
"You know what… never mind, it is not like you would want me to anyway. You're not that type of girl."
Without notice he releases me from his grip and storms forward through the door and toward my car. I slowly follow but only make it out the door before I find myself willing to do whatever it takes to have just one more touch.
"What type of girl?" My voice breaks slightly and I can see his body tense in response. I have been caught.
"Oh, you know…" He turns and smiles at my flustered appearance, "the type of girl who likes to be roughed up a bit. The throw 'em up against the wall and have your dirty little way with them in every way imaginable. Repeatedly." He practically growls the words and I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
"Oh." I meekly whisper, tongue darting out subconsciously as my eyes refuse to leave his. The way they smolder seems to send my mind into overdrive as I delicately try to remember to just keep standing.
"And you, Bones, are not that type of girl. You taste of a whole new animal… a more heavenly variety." He smiles, closing gap and pinning me against the door I was once grasping. I can feel my body go flush with the glass and frankly I don't care that the whole Jeffersonian can see us, the heat we posses is damn well electrifying.
"So what do I taste like them?" I venture, barely able to keep my tongue in my mouth.
"Wh-what?" He stutters but refuses to relent, "I ne-never said anything about tasting you…"
"You said I am a taste of a new animal and that means you know what I taste like. So I will ask you again, describe what Temperance Brennan tastes like… that is, if you are up to the challenge."
I can hear a low moan escape his lips and I just smile. Brennan-1, Booth-0. As I am basking in my victory I feel soft, supple lips grace mine. First it is brief but as my eyes slowly roll shut I feel his tongue press against my lip and beg for entrance. I try to resist but the desire is fleeting as I open my mouth and gasp, his body forcing me to be one with the glass door.
As soon as I break free for air I drop the keys in his hand and smile.
"Keep up the good work, Booth and you will be rewarded." I purr, strutting down the parking structure toward my car, leaving an awed partner in my wake.