Smutty, dirty, Brennan as provoker. "Waiting." Because sometimes, we get tired of waiting.


She had no idea what she was doing to me. Getting ready for another date, right in front of me. Well-- that really wasn't quite fair to say. It was Friday night, it was after seven, and it wasn't like I'd said "Oh, hey, Bones, I'm a total loser and plan on stopping by the lab to drag you out to the diner instead of manning up and asking you out on a real date" before I walked in on her, putting in earrings and that sexy nude lipstick she wears.

"Bones, hey," I'd started to say before I walked in, then lamely ended off with a half-exhaled "whoa" as the smoke-grey chiffony number she was wearing hugged that gorgeous ass of hers when she lifted her arms to put in those dangly earrings she wears when she goes out on dates, ones that sway in time with her hips and her hair and her breasts when she walks. So not fair, what she was doing to me. And, she had that smoky eye and curly hair thing going on. She was put here on this Earth to torment me.

"Booth, hi," she said, absently. "We don't have a case, do we?" Her forehead furrowed with worry, and I suppose I would worry, if I were her and I was showing up with a case. Wherever she was going, it looked like it was going to be fancy. I wished I had a decent excuse, just to make the date impossible. God, I was a miserable bastard.

"Uh... no," I managed, hands in my pockets. "I was just coming by to ... uh ... but it looks like you've got a date, hunh?" Smooth. I'm getting more and more tongue tied around her, though you'd think I'd be used to it by now.

"I hope so. He's due to come get me, but he's running quite late..." she said, turning to frown into the mirror next to her desk as she checked her makeup one last time. I don't suppose I'd get any points for telling her she looks drop dead gorgeous at this point.

But he was late-- that was an opening. "Well, Bones, any guy who doesn't know that you're not the kind of gal to keep waiting isn't worth waiting around for. Let's blow this pop stand and you can ditch the scumbag and share some french fries with me at the diner."

She looked at me seriously. "I wouldn't call him a scumbag, not at all. He's quite thoughtful and kind, really, though I sometimes don't always quite understand what he's talking about, and we don't always agree on some things."

"Yeah, well, he's probably got a shady past he's not telling you about." Oof. That sounded petulant.

She just cocked her head again, regarding me calmly and not taking the bait. "No... we've discussed some of his past. Not a lot, but enough to allow me to conclude that while he's done some things he's ashamed of, I think no less of him."

Crap. She had put some thought into it. That'll teach me to tell her why, exactly, her past boyfriends haven't deserved her.

"Yeah, well, Bones, I still don't think that any guy who keeps you waiting is worth it."

She paused, thinking some more, and biting those gorgeous lips of hers as she stood there and breathed, those breasts of hers heaving under the nearly-sheer fabric of the bodice. She had no idea, none whatsoever, what she was doing to me. Crap, was that the edge of a black lace bra I just saw under the bodice as she shifted? She was killing me.

"I'm afraid I have to disagree, Booth." She stepped in toward me, a glint in her eye as she made up her mind about something. And decided to get feisty about it.

"He's very much worth waiting for, in fact his lateness is about his only real fault, though he's no saint, like he sometimes thinks he needs to be. But he's quite fun to be around, he makes me laugh, he treats my work with respect, and he's taken the time to get to know me, rather than just appreciate my physical attributes. I think. I'm not quite sure about that. He tries to be low-key about that, but I'm not unattractive, and I have seen him looking at me several times in a way that would indicate he appreciates my physique, though he's held himself back as he's rather old-fashioned about those sorts of things. And certainly, I have thought about his physique more than a number of times."

I should have backed down at this point, accepted defeat for the night, maybe even tailed her to wherever she was going just so I could make sure the guy wasn't a scumbag, but she had this sparkle in her eye as she described the dude-- like she started to have before Sully sprang that whole "give up everything that you've worked for and come sailing for a year" thing on her, and it was just making me jealous and mad. Why was I so chicken? We'd been friends for a long time, now, and she'd said she'd made the transition from friends to lovers with other guys. Not that I wanted to be any comparison with other guys. But still. What was holding me back? She was often clueless about other guys' interest in her, until they made themselves known. All I would have to do was make myself known. If only it were that easy.

"Sounds like you know him pretty well, and that he's a pretty big goddamned prize," I snarked, unable to help myself as I tried not to ogle her cleavage, tried not do something stupid in an attempt to turn that spark in her eye for this other guy into a spark just for me. "And yet, you've never mentioned him."

She just looked at me and said "Why do you care, Booth?" then turned and bent to drag some shoes out from under her desk, giving me an ample view as her oh sweet Jesus lace topped thigh high stockings peeked out from under her dress.

"I care, Bones," I ground out, "because you're my partner and I don't want some guy who doesn't deserve you hurting your feelings just for the sake of a roll in the sack."

She wheeled on me, looking pissed. "For your information, I haven't even slept with him yet. And I do not appreciate the insinuation that I am some kind of slut because I have biological needs that deserve to be met and choose not to spend my nights alone, even if it's just temporary."

"Bones, I didn't say you were a slut, you're not..." I protested immediately, then got distracted watching her chest heave and her nostrils flare. "I ... just ..."

"What?" she asked, closing in on me and lowering her voice in that way she has when she's really annoyed.

"I'm lonely, Booth, and if my date ever shows up, well, he's a great guy, a prize as you say, and I'd love to sleep with him since he's perfectly structured and handsome and I'm sure he will be an incredible lover. Hell, maybe it will work out, we'll get into a long term relationship, and I'll re-think my stance on marriage and babies. You've been quite convincing on those points, and while I'm not entirely sure, I can now concede the possibility might exist. I'm not getting any younger, Booth, and I'm tired of being alone."

Her eyes were flashing, her chest was heaving, her lips were spitting out low, sexy words, and I lost it. Especially when she said the part about sleeping with someone she might let give her babies. Mine, was all I could think-- My Bones, My Wife, My Babies, Nobody Else's, just Mine-- as I grabbed her by the arms and pushed her into the wall, crushing my lips against hers. She grabbed my jacket just as my brain was saying "what the hell are you doing," and held me to her as she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and bit it lightly. That was it. I let her go just long enough to shut and lock the door, close the blinds and turn on her as she stood, eyes glinting, chest heaving, and this look of challenge on her face.

"You want an incredible lover, Bones?" I growled, tossing my jacket on the chair in front of her desk. "Maybe you should have a basis for comparison."

"Fine, maybe I should, it would at least pass the time," she snarled, then pulled her dress up over her head to reveal a black lace bra, so low cut her nipples were barely covered, and a matching french thong so low cut that if I just ran my finger inside the hem I'd be well on my way to making her scream. Put it together with those stockings, those earrings, that hair and eyes, that lipstick, I was a goner. Shirt, tie, pants, boxers, hell, even socks, I wanted every goddamned inch of her skin on mine, all tossed as she watched me, making no move to remove one more whit of her lingerie. Like she knew what she was doing to me.

I advanced on her, and she stayed put, eyeing me like she was measuring me against this guy who was now just going to have to wait. "You want to pass the time, Bones?" I asked, then grabbed her and picked her up, tossing her onto her sofa until I could crawl in over her and trap her body under mine. "I'll help you pass the time. You're going to forget what time it is, what your name is, where the hell you are, Temperance."

"Prove it," she spat, and she had that same snotty look on her face from our very first case together that I'd wanted to kiss off her face right then and there. Well, I'd be damned if I was going to hold back now. I grabbed her face, held her in place as I kissed her, brought my full weight onto hers, claiming her mouth to make it mine, mine, all mine. She bit and sucked and kissed in return, scratching her nails on my shoulders not like a wildcat but like a cat in heat, and damned if I wasn't going to relieve that heat, bury myself in it.

I sucked the breath from her, biting her lip just enough to make her groan, as I flicked the first nipple through the lace of her bra. It came to attention and immediately spilled out of the cup, just like I thought it would, so I fingered the rest of the fabric aside and did the same with the other. Her breasts were perfect, soft heavy globes crowned with rosy pink nipples, and I groaned at the sight of them right before I grabbed her hands in mine and pinned them at her waist as I shifted back to taste her.

"You like them, Booth?" she panted, taunting me as she squirmed upwards against me, thrusting her flesh further into my mouth. "Don't think I haven't seen you look at them before."

"Don't tease me, Bones," I growled, when I came up for air. "You have no idea what you're playing with, here," I continued, then bent to suck and bite at her again. She wrenched her hands out from under mine, then pushed me back to grab me with both hands, effectively holding me in place unless I wanted to get hurt as she half knelt over me.

"I'll play with you if I want to," she said, her voice harsh and sexy, then started rubbing and stroking, kneading and pinching me just this side of rough. It felt way too good to stop her right away, and then felt too much anything except to just groan and try not to come right in her hands. I was going right over the edge when somehow she stopped me, my balls so tight they practically climbed out of my throat-- then she just stopped altogether, holding me lightly in hand and giving me this look like ... oh, fuck, I've really pissed her off and now I'm completely at her mercy. My mouth hadn't caught up with my dick yet, though.

"Jesus, Bones," I groaned, "Either let go or stop making me wait."

She jerked me once, digging her nails slightly in to make sure I didn't move, then knelt up on the couch and started rubbing herself over her panties. "Funny, that, Seeley," she hissed, the use of my first name calling me to more attention than I was already at, "you want me to stop making you wait, or you want me to let go so you can finish the job yourself, right? How about I just hold you here and jerk you around a bit while I taunt you with what you can't have, and leave you hanging? Why don't I do that? Everything happens eventually, right Booth?"

Oh, she was furious, and even as she started making little noises as she rubbed her own clit and through the haze of my needing desperately for her hands to keep doing what they were doing to me just thirty seconds ago, the words finally sank in.

"You didn't have a date tonight," I gritted out as I watched her shift to finger herself, her eyes closed and her nails still digging into me just short of painful-- and of course, I was still rock hard for her. "You were talking about ... oh God ... me," I groaned, as she stroked me once nicely, then took a hard grip again.

"Of course," she said, slipping a second finger inside herself, a small shiver passing through her as she did it. "And even if I did ... ahh... have a date, you'd have found some way to interrupt me or spoil it, wouldn't you," she demanded, her nails digging into me a bit harder as she looked at me, heavy lidded and flushing with the things she was doing to herself that I desperately wanted to be doing to her. "Wouldn't you," she said, shifting her grip to stroke me once, twice, three times so smoothly, so perfectly that I moaned until she stopped again. "Wouldn't you," she purred, rubbing her thumb over the tip of my shaft.

"Not on purpose," I managed, seeing where this was going despite my hammering need to be inside her.

She looked at me again, hissed "I don't believe you," then pushed her panties all the way to the side so she could rub her own clit with her thumb while she fingered herself. She moaned and arched against herself even as she dug her nails into me, driving her point home.

"I didn't mean it," I grit out. "Just let me..." and then I groaned as she stroked me once, perfectly, then squeezed me almost too hard. "I didn't think you... oh, God, Bones, please," I started to beg.

"That's right..." she said, panting and whimpering under the work of her own hand. "You... didn't think... you just did what... you felt like..." she began, then undulated against herself as she continued "ah... without any thought to whether I ... oh ... knew what was going on ... oh, God ... and respecting ... aaaaahhhhh ... your goddamned line ... which you didn't .... ooohhh." The smell of her as she stroked herself was making me dizzy. She was so close I really could touch her, but that hand around me threatened more than just physical pain if I didn't wait until she was done with the point she was trying to make.

"Bones... just what do you want me to do, just tell me..." I begged, and she smiled at me in approval, sliding her fingers up and down over me until I was practically cross-eyed and groaning, "oh, shit, Temperance, please..."

"I want you to stop making me wait..." she breathed, then shivered as she stroked her clit again with her thumb.

"I promise, please, just let me..." I started, and she rubbed her thumb over my head so expertly I practically came right then and there, so I grabbed her wrist just above where she held onto me, needing her to just stop touching me. Her angry, aroused eyes stared me down, her lipstick-shiny lips pouting and begging, demanding, needing to be kissed, even as she slowed her own hand's movements on herself-- but not completely. She was still out of reach.

"Let you what," she said, measuring. Her voice was so husky I shivered.

"Let me touch you," I said.

She stroked her hand over me again, and I moaned-- couldn't help it. "Just... stop, I'm gonna come if you keep ..."

She stilled for a moment. "What's the phrase? No take backs? You can't get back on your side of your line, Seeley," she said, her eyes glinting, as she started to stroke me again.

"I ... oh, God, stop that, I promise, I promise..." I babbled. I've never actually begged a woman to stop touching me before, but of course Bones would have to be different, like she always was-- always will be. Always will be. "I promise..." I managed again, looking her straight in the eye, hoping she'd believe me this time. She nodded once with satisfaction, a small smirk on her face, and let go, trailing one fingertip down the length of my shaft as she did so then started palming her breast with one hand as she picked up the pace in herself again as I sat there, practically dazed-- at least until she shivered again as she plunged her own fingers into her heat.

I pulled her to me, reached around to undo her bra, then started sucking at her as she let go of herself to grab onto me. Her fingers, wet from her juices, curled into my shoulders, and the scent of her made me dizzy all over again. I tugged her panties from her-- she was going to tease me with them? I'd tease her right back-- then tested her with my fingers. Dripping, sopping wet, so soft-- oh, my God. I rubbed her clit hard, once, with my thumb, then replaced her fingers with my own, smiling against the flesh of her incredible breasts as she let out a moan deeper and more throaty than what she'd drawn from herself.

I was a goner. I pushed her onto her back, pumping my fingers into her as I looked at her, flushed, gorgeous, and starting to writhe, feeling her tight walls around me as I played with her nipples, rolling and stroking her breasts in my other hand until she was whimpering, her eyes closed with pleasure. I took my time, teasing her back, and soon she was bucking against my hand, trying to take me in further as I randomly stroked her clit and pinched and stroked her breasts. "Oh, God ... more ..." she moaned, so I picked up my pace in her heat until she was frantic, moaning so loud I was sure the security guard would come running. "I ... I can't ... oh ... please," she begged, so I stroked her clit once, hard, and she screamed, her heat clenching around me so perfectly that my dick practically exploded in jealousy as I kept stroking her with my fingers.

She smelled so good, dripping all over my hands, that I pushed her legs up and away and dove in to taste her before she was done shuddering from her climax. She called out when I dragged my tongue over her then took her clit lightly between my teeth and teased her with the tip of my tongue-- it was enough to set her off again, and she screamed again, bucking away from me.

"Unh-unh, Bones, no backing off," I said, throwing her words back at her as I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward into my face, holding her there as I thrust my tongue into her still rippling heat. Her salt sweet slickness coated my tongue and she whimpered in response as the full taste of her made me groan. The way she was responding to me-- she was right, I'd been a fool for making her wait, and damned if I wasn't going to give her a hell of a lot of satisfaction right away.

I swirled my tongue as far inside her as I could, stroking and curling against her before pausing to leave her and suck at her folds, tease her clit with my teeth and her tongue before starting all over again, and I made her come twice more before she was so hoarse from screaming and begging that she was only squeaking and whimpering when I made her come with my mouth once again. I'd always enjoyed giving head, but really, I could give Bones head forever and not get tired of it-- those she was, well, not tired, but pretty damned floppy from my efforts.

After she finished shuddering from the last orgasm I gave her, I let go of her hips and made my way, sucking and kissing over her belly and chest to her mouth. Her eyes were sealed shut, her breasts heaving as she struggled for breath, so I took her chin in my hands to kiss her. Her tongue sought mine softly, and as I slipped my arms under her she sighed, complying when I said "Open your eyes, Bones..."

With some effort, she focused, and with a sexy smile just said "Wow..."

"Worth the wait?"

"Mmm..." she rasped hoarsely, considering. "I don't know... I think you still have some making up for lost time to do."

"Yes, ma'am," I said with a grin, then shifted my knees to part her legs and thrust into her before she could quite get her bearings.

Her half-closed eyes snapped open in shock, her own gasp met as she took me all the way in, her silk walls taking me home and my own "Sweet Jesus" drawn from me in a shout at the shock of how perfectly we fit together.

"Oh, God," I moaned, as I withdrew and returned to her, "No more waiting, baby, I promise..."

She rolled her hips against mine as she brought her arms around my neck to hold on, matching me stroke for stroke until we were both incapable of doing anything more than moaning or grunting or panting-- she was whimpering each time I came back to her, her chest pressed against mine and her head thrown back on the pillows of her couch, and holding on for dear life just like I was. She ground her hips into mine more frantically, finally whining "please, Seeley, please--" fine with me, since I was just about over the edge.

"What do you want, baby? Faster, harder, deeper?"

"Oh... yes..." she moaned. I slammed into her with everything in me, and she screamed hoarsely "Yes!" as I banged up against the end of her walls. It was a race to the finish, her screaming or moaning each time I filled her, my own grunts of pleasure as her walls started to seize me-- then she came all at one, flooding arounds me, her heat so all-surrounding that I was blinded by my explosion within her.

I must have collapsed onto her, because when I came to myself I was breathing into her neck and hair, the couch under us that used to smell like just her now smelling like us. She moaned as I pulsed inside her one last time, her hands still around my neck feebly holding onto me.

"Oh ... wow ..." was about all I could say, and she chuckled, the vibrations of it forcing me from her. "No..." I whined, and she laughed again, patting my back until I pushed up to look at her.

With a mischevious smile, she said "I believe you promised me that I would forget both the time, my name, and the place. I have no idea of the time, but I still know where I am and my name."

I couldn't help it... I laughed. "Which place do you want to forget first? My place, or yours?"

"Mine," she chuckled. "It's closer."

We gathered our things, cleaned up her sofa a bit, and I followed her back to her place in my car.

As soon as we got in the door, I got back to work, until several hours later, we'd christened her door, the living room floor, the dining room table, her bed, and the shower.

We'd both completely lost track of the time until her phone rang out in the kitchen. Peeling herself from the bed, she walked off to answer it, her incredible curves calling me to follow. When I got there, she was talking to Angela, so I decided it was safe to get her back, just a bit, for last night.

Without warning, I pushed her up against her counter and took her from behind, groaning as her walls tightened around me, and chuckling as she bit her hand to stifle a whimper right into the phone. I started pumping into her quickly, keeping hold of one hip as I pressed her into the counter, then didn't bother to stifle my own groan as she bucked back against me.

"What?" she said, almost breathlessly. "No... look... Ange, I've got to go. I've been waiting around for the ... ah... deliveryman and he just got here." I slammed into her hard once again, and she cried out "got to go! bye!" before hanging up and tossing the phone away.

"You ... you're so ... bad ..." she moaned, grinding her hips against mine as I pumped her even harder and faster.

"Hey ... you said you were ... oh, holy Christ, Bones ... tired of my making you ... oh, God ... wait." With a shriek, she came all of a sudden, and my own ripped out of me in response. I braced myself on either side of her against the counter so I wouldn't collapse, panting and practically shaking from the force of my orgasm. Finally, we both stopped shuddering, and with a groan, I pulled out of her. She flipped around quickly, and took me in hand, hopping up on the counter as she stroked me back to attention.

"Mother of God, Bones," I grunted, as she brought me back to life faster than should be humanly possible and I couldn't help but stare in amazement.

"Well," she smirked, sitting further back on the counter and leaning back so her breasts crowned, "what are you waiting for, Booth?"

"Nothing, not anymore," I replied-- the only possible answer as I pulled her to me and we started all over again.