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This scenario triggered by a suggestion by criminalmindsfreak03. This is a teeny bit of an M kiss. Enjoy!

Hitting The Target Dead On

"That is pretty damn good, Bones," he whistled appreciatively, admiring her near perfect target sheet.

"Yours is better," Brennan noted, just the slightest bit of a pout in her tone.

"Well, Bones," he laughed, charmed by that slight sulk to her voice no one else would have even been able to detect. "I'm a government-trained sniper, I think that'd be a lot of wasted tax dollars if you could shoot a gun better than me."

He looked at their target sheets, side by side. "This is almost perfect." Damn, but she was good. Was it wrong that he found that totally sexy?

"I don't accept almost, Booth," she grumbled, re-loading the gun and positioning another target sheet.

He couldn't help but laugh at the determination in her voice; she was just so damn adorable.

"Widen your stance a little," he suggested, automatically going to stand behind her as she lowered the protective goggles over her eyes. In turn, he moved the electronic earmuffs back over her ears and his own, the high tech gadget still allowed her to hear his instructions, while canceling out any loud, sharp noises.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed, hands on her hips as she held the weapon two-handed and trained it on the target. Brennan took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Again," Booth repeated. "But only exhale about half of it and hold the rest." When she did so, he moved his arms around her and placed his hands over hers on the gun.

"Don't tense up," he squeezed his hands to let her know she had too tight a grip on the weapon. "Relax your hands a little."

"Keep your eyes on the target," his voice was whisper-soft and husky, but neither of them realized it. "Remember, hitting the target dead on, that's the one thing you want more than anything else in the world." His hands moved back to her waist. "Don't blink."

"Test the slack," his voice was almost a caress as it washed over her. "Use the pad of the tip of your finger."

"When you fire, don't worry about the re-coil," Booth whispered. "Don't flinch."

She squeezed the trigger and his hands tightened on her hips. His chest pressed firmly against her back, his body containing the automatic re-coil of hers as she smoothly fired round after round into the target sheet.

Brennan emptied the magazine and lowered her weapon, but couldn't move as she took in the feel of his hands on her hips, his chest pressed against her, his scent mixing erotically with the smell of gunpowder. Hitting the safety, she dropped the gun on the counter in front of her, along with the protective ear and eye-wear, but she couldn't turn around and face him.

Brennan thought she was paralyzed, but clearly she wasn't, because her head dropped back to rest against his shoulder. Almost in synchronized reaction to her movement, his lips landed on the side of her neck. For what seemed like an eternity, his lips just rested on her skin, but then he started placing tiny, tiny kisses up and down her neck.

Electricity raced through her, making her gasp, and her hands moved unconsciously to rest over his own hands, still cupping her hips. His tongue skated out to taste her and almost in a daze, she moved one of his hands up to drag, under her T-shirt, over the side of her stomach. She let her hand fall away, but his continued to move up until he cupped one breast.

Booth thumbed her nipple until he felt it hard and stiff, even through the material of her sports bra. Her eyes closed as his teeth scraped down her skin and when she pressed back into him and felt his erection, she couldn't help but moan. The erotic sound made him freeze, his mind racing as he suddenly realized where they were and what they were doing.

She gasped as he removed his hand from under her shirt and whirled her around to face him. Her breathing was labored, her pupils nearly dilated as she looked at her partner and all she could think of doing was to reach up and remove the electronic earmuffs he was still wearing. Booth didn't move a muscle as she did so, his mind going in five different directions, all of them leading straight to her.

Brennan dropped the gear on the counter behind her without taking her eyes off him. His hands were still spanning her waist but she had no idea what was going through his mind. Whatever it was, it'd better involve his mouth on hers, she thought, he'd better not try and hide behind their partnership.

"Don't flinch," she dared, placing her open palms on his chest.

His eyes narrowed and zeroed in on her lips. "No way in hell."

His head lowered and hers tilted up, lips meeting in an open-mouthed kiss full of teeth and tongue and a tiny bit of aggression. Booth's arms went around her and Brennan followed suit, like two interlocking pieces of the same puzzle.

There was no almost in the way they kissed, no blinking, no slack, no re-coil. There was only perfect aim and hitting the target dead on, over and over again.

p.s I'm super behind in answering reviews 'cause school is awful, so so awful! (okay whining over) But I will answer them all next week after I turn in my paper! I hope you still review and let me know if my procrastination efforts are worth it :)