Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.
A/N: Ok, these are no longer officially drabbles since they keep getting longer but I don't know what to call them :) Sorry about only posting the one but because of that I've made it extra long and wait-for-it... extra smutty. At least compared to some of the other ones. The title says inappropriate, but it's supposed to be deliciously inappropriate. You've been warned!
Inappropriate
Booth knew it was her at his office door before even looking up from his paperwork. Because no one else managed to make the air come alive with electricity like she did.
"Bones." Setting his pen down, he leaned back against his chair. "I thought you said you were going to be in limbo identifying dead people until I dragged you out."
When she didn't say anything, he added, "I already had lunch, but if you want I'll . . ."
"I'm not here for lunch, Booth," Brennan interrupted as she walked to his desk. Something about the way she was moving was making him feel unexpectedly heated.
She came around to stand in front of him and leaned against the desk casually as she faced him but there was something about it that was just . . . provocative. He couldn't really put his finger on it.
He straightened in his chair trying to figure out what it was.
"Why are you . . ." His voice trailed off on a gasp and his eyes darted toward the glass door of his office.
Because though still leaning so damn innocently against his desk, she'd just parted her legs and raised her skirt to mid-thigh. "I'm here because I kept losing focus at work. That's unacceptable, Booth." He didn't have to ask why she was unfocused. "Now, fix it, please."
"Bones. . ." His voice was a strangled whisper, even as he rolled his chair closer and started running one hand slowly up her inner thigh. "This is so inappropriate." But the words were meaningless because his hand kept moving up until it disappeared under her skirt.
"It is. Very inappropriate. I still have four more skeletons to identify and catalogue before I'm done for the day." She spread her legs a little more, voice turning husky. "Make it quick, please."
"You are out of your mind," he whispered, making sure to keep his eyes on the door. But god, he was just as crazy because the thought of saying no didn't even cross his mind. Instead he ran his hand all the way up and cupped her.
Oh, man, she planned this out before coming over, because she sure as hell had been wearing underwear when she left his apartment that morning. He slid his fingers into her slickly and she closed her eyes in pleasure.
He ran his tongue over suddenly dry lips, whispering huskily, "You like it?"
"Oh, yes!" She released her skirt; her hands flying to grip the desk as he fondled her faster.
"This isn't fair, Bones," he told her hoarsely. "Do you know how hard this is making me? You have any idea how incredibly turned on I'm going to be after you leave?"
"I'll . . . make it up to you. . .tonight," she panted as his fingers moved perfectly inside of her. "Oh, god . . . don't stop!"
He braced his free hand on his desk as he leaned minutely toward her. He knew that if anyone were to glance through the glass door they would just see her back, leaning against the desk and him facing her from his chair; like they were having a damn conversation.
But instead he was pumping his hand madly under her skirt. Instead, he was using his fingers to make his partner come right in the middle of his office, right in the middle of the freaking workday. It was definitely inappropriate how incredibly erotic all of that was.
She gripped the desk harder and bit her bottom lip viciously to keep herself from shaking or making any noise as the orgasm hit her.
He couldn't help a small, agonized groan as he felt her drench his fingers, her walls tightening around him exquisitely.
"That quick enough for you, Bones?"
