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Now, on to today's smut! (M-rated for some language and sexual references, but not really actually smut this time)

-b&b-

"I want to fuck you," the whisper curled in his ear and spread like lightning through his entire body. And in the time it took for him to sip his beer and put it back on the bar, Booth's muscles were tense, and his mind was on one thing and one thing only.

The last time she'd whispered those five words in his ear, he'd spent the next few hours flat on his back, eyes alternatingly widening and squeezing shut as she kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked…oh, God sucked, every single inch of his body before riding them both into oblivion and starting over. He could practically already see stars when he spared a glance toward Brennan and the way she sashayed toward the back restroom. He ran his tongue against his teeth and swallowed, focusing his attention back toward the rest of their group. "Yeah," he tried for a casual air. "Bones and I … we should probably get going."

"Oh," Sweets frowned. "So soon?"

"Um, yeah," Booth shifted on his barstool and cleared his throat. "We have…um, you know, it's kind of late. It's been a long week." Please don't let anyone point out that it's barely 8 pm on a Friday night. Please don't let anyone point out that we got here like 30 fucking minutes ago. Please don't let anyone point out that they had the exact same long week that we did. "And…" he thumbed around the top of his beer bottle. "I've got Parker tomorrow night, so…" He let that hang in the air as if he needed 24 fucking hours to prepare to hang out with his son, as if anything more than sitting on their butts, eating pizza, and playing video games was on the agenda.

Brennan's fingers brushed against his arm as she moved past him again and sat on her stool.

"Um, ready, Bones?" Booth asked, internally pleased that his voice held no trace of desperation. Her eyes blazed for a moment, so quick he knew he was the only one who'd noticed. A flash of worry slid from his spine to his brain when he realized she could absolutely make him wait. She could sit and sip drink after drink while torturing him with mental images of going down on him and taking him up to the stratosphere.

"Sure, Booth," she replied, her demure tone fooling everyone but him. His blood raced through his body like fire as he calmly helped her into her coat. He rolled his shoulders back and nodded toward Sweets, smiling when the younger man saluted him with his beer. He patted Hodgins on the shoulder and also smiled toward Angela and Cam, all the while resisting the urge to practically shove his partner through the door. He managed to only run his hand down her back as she exited before him.

His adrenaline was nearly spiking, and his hands clenched on the steering wheel on their drive home. She was silent, barely even glancing his way, and if he didn't know any better, he would have thought he'd imagined her earlier declaration in his ear.

They walked up to his apartment and he followed her to the bathroom. She lifted her hair from her neck into a loose ponytail and began removing her make up.

"Um, Bones?" he finally asked when he saw her brush her teeth. He joined her and looked at her reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth. "Did you, uh…did you mean what you said? At the bar?"

She paused and then spit into the sink before rinsing and wiping her mouth. A soft smile crossed her lips as she turned and patted him on the shoulder before walking into his bedroom. "I always mean what I say."

Awesome. Fucking-A, Bones. His eager hard-on grew another half inch, and he stared at his reflection for just a second before spitting and rinsing and practically running to his bed.

-b&b-