If your heart is in your dream no request is too extreme, when you wish upon a star
as dreamers do. While we dream of owning Bones all we have a pictures, oh well!

Sorry for the delay but as they say LIFE is what happen when you are making plans.

Scene 11 – We Have A Plan

The instant the door to their room closed behind them, Booth had Brennan pressed between his body and the door, his mouth parting her lips and his tongue sweeping inside her mouth to forage. It had been a shitty day and it appeared they were having communication problems outside this room but in here they understood each other perfectly, especially when this was the chosen method of communication. Brennan's hands went to his chest and pushed weakly. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them above her head and held them in one of his big hands. If he had thought she was really resisting, he would have stopped immediately but her mouth was just as voracious as his. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip and her tongue entered his mouth to slide against his. He pulled her arms higher, stretching out her torso and she whimpered, arching her back, her breasts rubbing against his chest.

She didn't want to talk about them? Well, fine by him. He wasn't much interested in words at the moment himself. He'd spent the day hot, horny and growing more and more unsure what she was thinking as she had avoided his touch and even meeting his eyes. He couldn't handle another day like that and the one way he knew to assure that never happened again was to prove to her unconditionally that she belonged to him. Whether she wanted to use the words or not, she had freely embraced their changed relationship last night and it pissed him off that she might already be regretting it and wanting to change her mind. Not freaking gonna happen. It had taken every ounce of control he possessed to keep his hands off of her in the elevator but his eyes had wandered to his heart's content and he had grown more and more aroused as he saw her nipples tighten and pucker against her blouse, heard her breathing change to slow, shallow pants and seen her fidgeting, trying to be unobtrusive as she pressed her thighs together as his hot gaze roved over her. She was damn lucky he hadn't just hit the emergency stop and taken her against the wall. That's sure as hell what he had wanted to do, to take her hard and fast and brand her so that she never, ever forgot that he and only he could give her this.

God, she needed this, Brennan thought as Booth ravaged her mouth, pulling her arms higher above her head. She had spent the day wondering what he was thinking and avoiding his eyes so he didn't pick up on her nervousness and read it as neediness. She was so bad at relationships that she was terrified she had already damaged this one beyond repair. Until they boarded the elevator and she could feel the sexual tension radiating off of him, his eyes growing so hot and black as they roved her form that her panties were soaked and she was surprised she was still standing on her own when they reached their floor. Then she had known that part of the snit he had been in today had been because he was just as needy as she. About this, at least. Despite the way he had been looking at her, she was still a little surprised when he pushed her against the door and went all caveman on her the instant they were inside the room. Surprised and so turned on that her whole body was vibrating with arousal. She might not have the words to tell him how she felt but she was good at this and she could show him. Tugging to free her hands, she swallowed his growl as he lifted her right leg to perch on his hip, pushing his erection against her throbbing center hard and fast. Forgetting about freeing her hands, her mouth opened, her lips, teeth and tongue clashing with his and tempting him in deeper, harder, wetter. Her back arched as his hand pushed up the skirt she had chosen to wear today and pushed her soaked panties aside, whimpering as his fingers glided over her swollen clit and traced her slick folds.

Booth might have stood a chance at slowing down if she hadn't been so hot and wet, if she hadn't made that whimpering little needy noise in her throat and pushed her hips against his hand, trying to force his hand where she wanted it so badly. But she did do all of those things and his inner caveman shed all semblance of civilized behavior concentrating only on relieving the throbbing ache centered in his groin and making Brennan so crazy with need that she would never even consider denying what they had between them, not to him and not to herself.

Slipping two fingers inside her hot, slick channel, he pushed deep, swallowing the keening moans slipping from her throat with greedy lips. Releasing her wrists, his hand went to his belt buckle but her hands swatted his out of the way and took over, efficiently moving clothing out of the way until her hand closed around his aching erection. Booth stilled, his whole body going taut as she began to stroke him hard and fast, using the same rhythm as his fingers inside her. Removing her hand from his straining penis with a husky growl, Booth ignored her whimper of protest and regretfully pulled his fingers from her body. Moving his hands to cup her ass, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Reaching down, Brennan guided Booth's hardness to her entrance, brushing her panties aside. Without a word being spoken, they communicated plenty as he pushed deeply inside her welcoming warmth. They used their eyes and their bodies in a movement as old as time and as new as the sunrise each morning and by the time they were panting with satisfaction in each other's arms, words were no longer necessary. They understood each other perfectly.

"Was today awful for you, too?" Booth asked several hours later as their sweaty bodies cooled off after another heated round of lovemaking. Brennan's head was resting on his chest and his hand softly combed through her damp hair. It was the first real words spoken since they entered the room.

"It was…weird," she supplied with a shrug, "and I don't really understand why."

"Yeah, it was weird," Booth acknowledged with a sigh. "I think maybe we were trying so hard to not let anyone know that things had changed between us that we went too far in the opposite direction." Brennan mused over his words for several seconds and then nodded. It was a logical conclusion to draw from the evidence.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked, biting her lower lip. She really hoped Booth had a plan because she didn't have a clue and she didn't want to go through any more days like today.

"We don't do anything," Booth offered expansively and as much as Brennan trusted Booth's gut and his instincts, that just didn't seem like much of a plan to her.

"I don't understand," she finally admitted softly and squealed when she was suddenly flipped on her back and a smiling Seeley Booth was looming over her.

"We don't do anything," he repeated, leaning down to kiss her tenderly on the lips. Brennan tried to pay attention to his words but she was finding his wandering hands and the lips that found their way to her neck very distracting.

"Booth," Brennan whined breathlessly, catching his face between her hands and forcing his mouth away from her neck. With a long suffering sigh, he gave in and raised himself up on his elbows to look down at her. God, she was gorgeous, all tousled from his hands and lips and she was his. Now and forever.

"Ok, Baby," he grinned when she didn't even frown at the nickname this time, "For some reason, people have always assumed that you and I are sleeping together pretty much since we became partners. Right?" He waited for the light bulb to go off and got to the count of three before a slow, delighted smile spread across her face.

"Riiiggghhhttt," she drawled and Booth had to laugh at her enthusiasm. "So, you're saying that we continue to exhibit the same behavioral patterns as people previously interpreted as meaning we had a sexual relationship and no one should notice the difference?" Booth grinned down at her satisfied expression. She looked like they had just solved one of the great mysteries of the universe not how to keep people off the scent of their relationship.

"Yep, we just keep being Booth and Bones," he put it in his terms as his head bent and his lips and tongue fondled her collar bone and began a slow downward journey toward the straining tips of her breasts. "Of course, we have to be careful because if we did something like this at work, we would be so busted," his tongue licked a wet trail between her breasts, bypassing them entirely and continued leisurely down her abdomen. Brennan didn't know whether she wanted to demand he back up and pay some attention to her breasts or tell him to keep going. In the end, she did neither, her attention caught and held by his words.

"Booth, we would never do anything like this at work." Brennan insisted, her voice appalled at the very idea, then several seconds later, "Would we?" Booth grinned against her stomach at the avid interest in her question.

"I don't know, Baby. You do spend a lot of time at the lab and we might not always be able to wait until we get home." Booth heard the change in her breathing and was a delighted that the thought of them having sex at the Jeffersonian turned her on. Not that they ever would, mind you, it was just a thought. Then all thoughts ceased as his tongue reached its target and they didn't need the words anymore.

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Tomorrow morning will bring another change up, how will our dynamic duo handle it?

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