A/N: Not very happy with this one, but there's more and better stuff to come soon. A few bits of my word document for the fic got eaten up in a crash, and I'm re-writing them now. This was a first (not-altogether-succesful) attempt. Happy pre-Bones day!

The Phone Against the Wall

They were still kissing when he somehow managed to get the door to her apartment unlocked and led them through it, a tangled mass of limbs never disconnecting once as they waltzed in from the hallway.

Before she knew it, Brennan had her back pressed up against the closest wall with a gasp and a slight thud. Booth's rock hard, muscular body holding her in place felt delicious against her front. She arched against him and he growled. One arm banded around her waist and the other hand buried in her hair as her own arms wrapped around his neck. She moaned as he kissed her, raking her fingers across his scalp. It was hot and wet and perfect. Their tongues fighting for control, the kiss spiraling out of control. They pulled away for a moment to breathe, and she was reaching up and pressing herself against him to stay upright as his lips lowered to her neck- and then a phone started ringing. This was followed by a muffled curse and a crash, and Brennan knew it had been thrown across the room. Again. Booth had in fact reached into the back pocket of his trousers, pulled out the offending object, and tossed it over his shoulder one-handed. As his large hand returned to her waist, burning all the way through the fabric, however, Brennan found it impossible to focus and her brain stalled so she couldn't remember why that was a problem. Wait, if his phone had started ringing,that probably meant…

'Booth', she all but panted, half-crazily. 'If you throw my phone against a wall, I swear I'll-'

'You'll what, Bones?' He suddenly hitched a leg up around his hip with the hand which had by now begun sliding lower on her thigh. Brennan gasped as he pressed her centre to his, arching up against him. 'What, baby?' He husked.

'Oh God. Booth'.

'Yes?' He queried again politely, hand running up her thigh.

Brennan made a sound that was not quite a groan or a moan, an animalistic expression of pure need.

'You were saying?'

'Booth', she moaned again desperately.

'Yes?' his hand was sliding higher still.

'Fuck', she choked out.

'Believe me, I'm trying to, baby', he growled.

'Oh God. Booth, kiss me.'

'Gladly.'

He kissed her, long and hard and wet, and she thought she might combust when his lips descended to her neck again and then she was panting helplessly. And her phone started ringing. Brennan didn't hear it at first through her lustful haze, until she felt Booth's growl against her neck.

He pulled away to look at her silently, and there was an indescribable intensity in his darkened eyes.

Almost shakily, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, switched it off, and placed it quickly on the mantle next to her head.

'Thank you', Booth replied simply, and there was a look in his eyes that she had become accustomed to having several orgasms directly after seeing. Brennan swallowed. She nodded. He nodded back.

Sure enough, several hours later, as they lay sated and spent in bed.

'Booth', she mumbled, breath hitching as he kissed her shoulder softly in a barely-there brush of his lips. 'You're really going to have to stop doing that, you know.'

'Doing what, baby?'

'Throwing, ah-' his mouth trailed slightly lower. 'Throwing your phone against a wall every time we have sex. '

'Mm.'

'I'm serious, Booth. You've already done it twice, and we've been together for less than ah- week. We've only slept together-'she paused. 'Five times.'

It took her embarrassingly long to do the math. It was true, they'd been together for nearly one work week.

'Uh, four times-'

He was nuzzling the hollow at her throat, and her eyes closed on a gasp as she felt his lips on her skin.

'S-six.' She ventured crazily, breathily, as his mouth placed another kiss slightly lower, at the juncture of her collarbones. 'Or four.

'Good thing, Bones', Booth chuckled warmly, because now she was just saying numbers. 'If you managed to keep count then I obviously haven't been doing my job right.'

His voice dropped as his mouth descended lower to place a kiss at the base of her neck, and she gasped softly as her hands scrunched in his hair.

'Really, Booth, you've got to stop doing this. 'Phones are extremely expensive, and at this rate you- oh.'

Her eyes fluttered shut and her brain stopped functioning as his mouth lowered again.

'You're right.' He sighed. 'I know that. but God- I just- I can't think sometimes when I'm touching you.' He admitted in a choked husk.

Brennan sighed dreamily at the feel of his lips touching her bare skin and his hands running all over, making her body sing.

'When I'm making love to you, I-' His hands ran over her body in a sensual movement. 'And the phone interrupts us, it just…'

'I know.'

He trailed off. She stroked his hair soothingly.

His lips brushed her skin again.

'I just want you so much, baby.'

She shivered as his voice washed over her in a sinful, raspy caress, and sighed.

He kissed her shoulder a final time. 'You make me insane, Bones'.

Brennan lay on her back, dazed, mind and body still reeling as he mumbled the words. 'Believe me, the feeling is mutual', she breathed.

He turned onto his back, gathering her to his side with a happy sigh.

'Hey Bones?' he asked into the silence, staring up at the ceiling.

'Yes?' she snuggled against him, resting a hand on his chest beside her head as he automatically pulled her closer.

'Dyou still have the number of that guy who sells those phones again?' He asked, as his hand stilled in the act of stroking her hair. 'You know those- those ones with the fancy voice recognition software thingie built in…?'

Brennan smiled against his skin.

'Yes.'

'Can I have it?'

'Yes', she chuckled.

'Thanks.'

He kissed the top of her head happily.

'Hey Bones?'

'Yes?'

'I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

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