A/N: Greetings from Paris; currently suffering through an 8-hour layover, trying to make it home! This little insert goes out to LadyBards who is stuck in her own hell at the moment and asked for a little something as distraction. The prompt: "after fight make up...fight about anything." Basically – make-up sex. And any reason to get there! So here you go, B! :)

Rated M, AU, possibly a little OOC, set during "The Pain in the Heart". As always, writing at its unedited best. Thank you to JMHaughey and threesquares for their help on some details. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own 'Bones'. If I did, I probably wouldn't be stuck at CDG! ;)

Brennan Gets Vetted

"I've already explained this to you! The Bureau has to vet everyone when there's a security issue. I was just following protocol!" Booth said, trying to contain the anger that was rising up inside him.

"Protocol?" Brennan exclaimed, surprised by his answer.

"Yes!"

"We've been partners for three years, Booth, and you've broken protocol before – sometimes putting my life in danger! Which makes sense because you clearly have no real concern for me!" She said, her voice rising in a mix of anger and hurt. Booth stood up immediately, his own anger finally taking over.

"No concern?" he yelled. "You think I have no concern for you, Bones?" He stepped from the tub, pulling a towel from the towel rack nearby, tying it quickly around his hips. "Do you really think that?"

She took a step back. She knew he would be upset at her walking in on him in his home, but she never thought he would allow his anger to override him. He took a step closer to her and she could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. He stopped when he had her backed against the vanity of the sink. At her silence, he continued.

"Fine, Bones. What is it that I should have done?" Her surprise at his actions had silenced her momentarily, but having had a moment to recover, she now straightened her back, securing her footing.

"Well, for starters, you can take off that ridiculous hat and get rid of that filthy cigar." He jerked the hat from his head, tossing it in the direction of the tub. The cigar quickly followed.

He leaned into her a bit, his face a few inches from hers. "What else did you want me to do?" His voice was low, rough and she could still smell the pungent aroma of the cigar on his breath. She inhaled deeply, bracing herself against the Formica sink.

"Well, " she swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "You could have called me." Her voice sounded small to her ears, almost weak. She cleared her throat before continuing. "Did you really think I needed to be vetted by your boss? I mean, don't you trust me?"

Her eyes met his and she could see his ire dissipate at her last question.

"Of course I do," he said, his voice just above a whisper. He closed his eyes, inhaling the soft fragrance of her perfume. He rarely allowed himself the indulgence of her scent, but after being away from her for two weeks, he felt it was okay to treat himself to a healthy dose of 'Brennan'.

She watched him, noticing the way his eyes slid shut as he inhaled deeply and slowly reopened as he exhaled. She felt the atmosphere between them change in that moment, a small dash of electricity shooting through her core. She watched his eyes as they opened, seeing they had changed to a darker brown than normal. His face had changed with his breathing, a minute detail that would have gone unnoticed if she hadn't been so close to him.

"But you –" her breath caught in her throat. "You said that I should have been told, right? Why wasn't I?" Her own breathing quickened as he took a small step closer to her. Instinctively she leaned away, the counter now pressing into her lower back.

"Do you want me to find out why you weren't told?" he whispered, his head dipping forward to rest against hers. His hands had found their way to her hips, holding her against the cabinet and away from his body.

"If it's important to you," she said, her breath puffing against his lips as she spoke. One hand slid around to his neck, her fingers resting in the short hair. She exhaled against his lips, her voice barely audible. "If I'm important to you."

He moved quickly, his lips descending on hers in an instant. His arms wrapped around her, simultaneously pressing her against the counter and pulling her closer against him. She could feel his arousal beneath the thin towel, pressing against her thigh. She grabbed the knot of the towel as his tongue pressed against her lips, begging access.

She kissed him hungrily as the towel dropped from his lean hips. He groaned as he unconsciously pressed into her, his tongue battling hers for control. He moaned at the feeling of him, the familiar tiny impulses of arousal beginning to shoot through her body. He fumbled with the button of her slacks, finally undoing the button. She pushed them off her legs as he pulled at the material, their goal the same. She slipped off her shoes, stepping from them and the pants before he broke the kiss to lift her onto the counter.

"You're very important to me, Bones," he said as he peppered her jaw with kisses, pausing to nip at her ear. "I want you to know that."

Her eyes met his as she leaned forward to kiss him again, smiling. "I do know," she said. He smiled back at her, kissing her once again. He rolled his hips forward a couple of times, pressing against her heated core. She removed her jacket quickly, tossing it on the floor behind him while he fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. She tried to help him, but his lack of patience won out and he ripped the shirt apart, sending the buttons flying around the tiny bathroom.

She stopped at hearing the sound of the fabric rip, eyeing him in disbelief.

"It wasn't cooperating." He smiled his charm smile at her as he pulled the ruined garment from her body. She looked at him pointedly, not amused by his actions. He leaned in, nibbling at her neck as he pulled her hips closer to the edge. "I'll replace it. I promise," he said as he continued to lavish her neck with attention, punctuating every other word with a small bite to her flesh.

She shivered at his attentions, the cool breath of his words contradictory to the hot flesh of his tongue against her skin. He pressed his length against her again, the moisture on her panties propelling his movements forward. She growled at the contact, both in anticipation and relief.

"Lift," he said. She braced herself on his shoulders, lifting a little as he tugged the cotton clothing down her slender legs. He moved back to her, sliding quickly inside her as his mouth found hers again. She squeaked in surprise against his lips.

She grasped at him, sliding closer to the edge of the counter, pulling him deeper into her warmth. He groaned at how completely he filled her, hugging her body against his. They moved against one another, their kisses interspersed with sighs, moans, and words of confirmation.

He felt the tension pulling tighter behind his navel, a sure sign that he was nearly finished. Seeing her face flushed, he knew she was close as well and wanted to see her find release before he found his own. For a moment he heard Brennan's voice echo something about Alpha Male tendencies, but it was gone without a thought as he realized the sound of her quickened breathing and deep moans was the only sound he ever wanted to hear from her again.

He slowed his pace a little, thinking of Hodgins, Zack, bugs, and dead bodies – anything to prevent himself from coming apart at the seams. She clutched at him when he slowed, the sudden change of pace enhancing the tension within her body. She moaned his name against his shoulder, whispering between kisses for him to move faster.

His movements increased at her demand. She met each thrust with her own, the pressure building with each push. As she neared the edge, he watched as her skin glowed pink. He pressed his fingers against her nub once, twice before he felt her cross the threshold into ecstasy. Her inner walls clutched at him, pulling him over the edge with her.

He stood for a few minutes, his forehead resting against her shoulder. She kissed his shoulder as he stood upright again. He smiled at her, sure that it matched the shy smile he saw across her face.

"The next time I die," he said, his voice gravelly, "I promise that I will tell you myself." She snickered at him, the thought of their earlier argument far from her thoughts.

"I'll look forward to that," she replied. He lifted her from the sink, her legs intuitively wrapping around his waist. He carried her from the bathroom, laying her down on his bed.

"Me, too," he said as he slid between the sheets beside her. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately. "Me too."


Well? What did you think? Please take a moment to tell me what you liked or what you didn't like. Your comments make me strong. LadyBards, hope you liked it babe!