A/N – OK so this is a continuation of the last scene. Because I love you guys so much I couldn't go to bed knowing this was waiting on my laptop.

At what point can our actions be described as unethical. When we indulge in a spot of self pleasure? When that self pleasure is accompanied by vivid fantasies of a friend who trusts us to respect and protect them more than anyone else on the planet? When we indulge in said act on our employers time? Or perhaps a combination of all this plus the blatant use of pornographic material featuring that friend you respect so much, who might actually have no idea a meddling best friend gave it to you.

He sighed as his lubricated hand stroked the evidence of his arousal, frequently changing pace to extend the pleasure as long as possible. Was the photo of her lay relaxed across the middle of the bed while her bright eyes looked direct at the camera his favorite? Picturing her like that Booth imagined pounding into her heat until she screamed his name. He certainly liked the one where her hands caressed her own ass while her eyes were glazed, as though she was indulging in a fantasy of her own.

The one where she had removed her top and fondled her breasts with her eyes closed. He jerked his wrist faster. Now that one was hot. And he was close to ejaculation. Time to slow the pace back down.

Seeley Booth was going straight to hell. He would not pass go. He would not collect two hundred dollars. In fact God would probably strike him down before he even made his lunch date.

His phone rang. Given that he was supposed to be working right now he dare not answer. He fumbled around on the bed with his free hand. He was good at multi tasking. No point stopping if he didn't need to. It occurred to him it might be Bones. Hearing her voice while jerking off. That could be dangerous.

He liked dangerous.

"Seeley Booth, I want to know if you are thinking of anyone special at the moment?"

This was very wrong. "Mom... hi!" he panted, quickly letting go of his throbbing hard on.

"Are you alright Seeley. You seem a little out of breath. Did I disturb your fitness regime?"

"Umm... Something like that"

"So do you have anyone special that you were thinking of bringing to Thanksgiving?"

"Actually mom, at this specific moment in time I don't have a girlfriend."

"Why on earth not? You are a very attractive man Seeley"

"Maybe its because you named me Seeley" he replied sarcastically. He heard his mother 'tut' at the other end. "Sorry Mom. Actually there is someone who is a good friend but I don't know if she sees me as anything more." He glanced down at his now flaccid penis. Sagging against his thigh it looked like it had died a very lonely death.

"Oh that's a shame dear. Maybe in time. Well... you just need to have temperance."

His cock twitched at the verbal trigger. "Say what?" he asked, undeniably shocked.

"Temperance dear. It means to have things in moderation or exhibit self control."

"I know what temperance means mom." As long as Temperance means that I am going to get the most amazing sex ever then live happily ever after he thought.

"Hold that thought dear, there's someone at the door. I'll call you right back."

Seeley hung up the phone. Would he have enough time to finish the task at hand before his mother called back. She could talk to a complete stranger for hours. He would have time. Reaching over to examine another picture closely he dropped the phone at his side and began to touch himself once more.

In this shot she had actually slipped her fingers inside her panties. It was a carbon copy of the magazine photoshoot he had used to bring himself to orgasm so many times before. Even so he was amazed she had actually posed for these. Just a few more strokes and he would be there.

His phone rang again. God. Striking. Down. Obviously.

He picked up the call after four rings. "I get it! I need to have temperance."

"We really should wait until your session this afternoon Agent Booth before we analyze your feelings towards Dr Brennan." Booth pulled the phone back. The caller ID said Sweets. He pounded the wall with his fist.

"What the hell, Sweets. I thought I was talking my mother."

"You talk to your mother about having sex with women? Maybe we should think about extra one to one sessions..."

A/N – So. Short and sweet. Well, maybe sweet is the wrong word to use. Coming up next – lunch date! You know it's gonna be interesting...