AN: Okay, I really am surprised that no one brought up the fact that the first time Booth and Brennan were going to get it on in the last chapter that Booth fell asleep. I'm shocked. Okay granted that ending was a bit surprising, but still. Anyhoo, here's the next installment. Thanks to Bella and Wolfy for looking it over for me, though if there are any grammar mistakes, they are the fault of spell check and not me. Just thought I'd clarify. With that, I hope you enjoy.
"Max Keenan, you're under arrest for…" Booth didn't get the rest of his sentence out as Max interrupted with a derisive snort.
"I'd like to see you try that Agent Booth." He looked down at the agent for a moment before diverting his eyes. "I think right now you have more explaining to do than me."
"What?"
"Booth maybe you should…" Temperance made a small motion regarding his lack of clothing while she pulled the pillow she'd grabbed from her bed closer to her. Booth looked down and immediately turned around to find something to cover himself with. There wasn't much. In fact, the only thing available was a short, pink satin bathrobe. With a groan, he slipped it on, and removed the condom before tying it shut. It's a good thing Angela isn't here to see me, he thought as he turned around, supremely aware of how ridiculous he looked.
"Dad, how did you get in here?" Temperance looked at her father, annoyed that he was in her apartment and that he'd interrupted a much needed release. Max held up a key on his key ring. "You made a copy of my apartment key?"
"I didn't want to keep breaking in if I needed to talk to you."
"How about just staying away?"
"There's information you need to know about your mother."
"You know what Max, you can just give all that information to us at the Hoover building because…" Again Max interrupted.
"No offense Agent Booth, but you're in no shape to arrest me. I'll leave you two alone. I'm obviously interrupting." Max turned to leave, pausing a moment to speak one more time. "That's a nice look for you, by the way. Not many men could pull it off."
"No you don't! Dad what the hell were you thinking? You break into my apartment and come charging in here. I am not your responsibility."
"You're my daughter. I heard you moan…"
"If you'd actually taken a minute to think the situation through you would have realized what kind of moan it was."
"Well excuse me for worrying about you."
"You gave up the right to worry about me when you left."
"Bones," Booth admonished quietly. She looked at him briefly before turning to her father.
"Get out, dad." She played with the pillow she held in front of her body. Max opened his mouth to say something, but sighed instead. He turned around once more and left the bedroom.
"Booth," Temperance hissed as her father left, "aren't you going to do anything about him?"
"What do you propose I do right now, Bones? If I call the FBI down, how do you think they'd react to me in a pink bathrobe?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as they heard Max head down the hallway, set down the vase and leave.
"Can't we call in a tip?"
"Just let it go for now, okay? He'll be back, you know he will." Both paused as they heard the door reopen. Curious, Booth made his way to the door of the bedroom.
"Bren, are you here? I've tried calling, but you haven't been answering." Booth cursed under his breath. Angela had her back to him for the moment, surveying the mess in the living room. Before Booth could step away from the bedroom door however, she turned around. Angela was momentarily stunned as she took in the sight of Booth in a pink bathrobe before doubling over with laughter.
"Booth, who's that?" Temperance stepped to the doorway of the room, still covered by the pillow. Angela looked up again and began gasping for air as the laughter increased.
"Seeley, that's an interesting look for you. Is the robe yours?" Angela looked him over and doubled over again. Booth looked at her irritated.
"Of course it is. I've decided to go gay all of a sudden. What are you doing here, Angela?"
"I was trying to call Bren to see if she had plans, but she wasn't answering her phone. So I come here and discover the two of you playing Quantum Leap. What's the scenario, Sam Beckett has to win a pillow fight in order to leap?"
"Angela, it's entirely illogical to fantasize about a fictional character." Both Booth and Angela looked at her. Who knew she would know who Sam Beckett was.
"So Booth, I've got to ask," Angela said, returning her gaze to Booth.
"No you don't."
"Are your thighs made of ice cream, because mmmm mmmm mmmm."
"Out. Now." Booth pointed in the direction of the front door. Angela turned to leave, still laughing, and tears forming in her eyes. When they heard the door shut for a second time, Temperance ran to the door and locked it. She headed back to the bedroom, looking at Booth when she got there.
"I'm sorry. If I'd known the night would go this way…"
"Hey, it's not your fault. Come on, we should get some sleep."
"You're staying?"
"Do you not want me to?"
"No, it's just, I thought after everything that just happened, you'd want out."
"Bones, it's gonna take a lot more than a couple of interruptions to get me to leave. Besides, my clothes are soaked."
"Well whose fault is that, huh?"
"Hey, I'm not complaining, just stating a fact." As Brennan headed toward her bed to turn down the covers and Booth gladly took off the pink robe. When he climbed in next to her, she rolled to face him and looked at him thoughtfully.
"Pink really isn't your color."
XxXxX
Booth shifted on the bed in the morning, reaching for Temperance. His hand slid over the sheets, finding them cold. He sat up and rubbed a hand over his eyes. He could smell coffee from the other room, and his duffle bag sat at the foot of the bed. On the bag was a note from Temperance, scrawled in her neat handwriting.
Booth,
I went out to get your bag. Your clothes are still wet, and I knew you kept extras with you. I've left for work, but there's some coffee if you'd like it. I'll see you later.
Temperance
He smiled at the note and dug into the bag for his emergency shaving kit. He needed to shower, then head in to the Bureau before he could meet Brennan at the Jeffersonian to get their case files signed. He knew they were going to need another conversation, only this time, he was intent on not screwing it up. To hell with the whole 'just friends' thing. They hadn't been that for a long time. No, he was going to ask her out properly, and give the relationship a try.
Booth padded into the bathroom to get ready for his day, and contemplated what Wyatt had talked to him about. Two weeks prior, she'd seen him at his worst. He was in pain, he was beaten, hell, he fell asleep on her, and even had a nightmare, but instead of running, she'd helped him through the experience. Booth smiled as he stepped into the shower. She could accept him outside of work, and did it willingly. This was good, he thought, and it was time to take that next step.
XxXxX
"So, did anything happen when I left last night," Angela smirked as she joined Temperance on the examination platform.
"No," Temperance answered shortly as she looked over the remains on the table before her. "Have you finished that facial reconstruction yet?"
"I'm still waiting for Zack to finish with the tissue depths. You mean to tell me that you had that man at your house, playing kinky little games…"
"Angela, first of all, we weren't playing any games. Secondly, my sex life is of no concern."
"Really, then answer me this. Why did you tell me so many details about Sully, but when it comes to Booth, you're tight-lipped?" Brennan looked at her friend. Angela certainly had her there.
"Fine, what do you want to know?"
"Why was Booth in the pink robe?" Angela leaned back against the railing, a conspiratorial grin on her face.
"Because my father interrupted us. Do you know whether or not the dental records have brought a match?"
"Your dad caught you and Booth…speaking of which, how long have you and Fine BI agent been together?"
"We aren't dating if that's what you mean, and yes, my dad caught us mid-coitus."
"Well, everyone needs to suffer coitus-interruptus at least once in their lives."
"Dr. Brennan, I've finished with the tissue markers." Zack handed the skull to Angela before heading back to his station.
"I need that face, Ange." Temperance handed the skull to her friend before returning to her remains.
"Okay, but one more question."
"What?"
"Who's better, Sully or Booth?"
"I'm not going to answer that, Ange."
"Oh come on…"
"No."
"Please?"
"Booth…is more adventurous." With that, Temperance took her notes and headed to her office. Angela looked at her friend before yelling back at her.
"Hey, you can't just leave it at that. Bren!" Temperance laughed as she shut her door. It was just going to be easier if she didn't have her best friend badgering her for the rest of the day.
XxXxX
Booth stalked through the halls of the Jeffersonian later that afternoon. He was in a bit of a foul mood after a meeting with his boss. He'd intended on stopping by the Bureau to check in before heading out for some interviews in relation to a case, and instead got reamed for his unprofessional appearance, then had to sit through a meeting regarding Dr. Wyatt's opinion on his emotional stability. Once that was over, he had no time for the interviews, but still needed to get Brennan's signatures on some files. He'd gone to the platform, and her office, but she was nowhere to be found. So, in an attempt to find her, he'd headed out through the halls. But now, fifteen minutes into his search, he was really frustrated.
He rounded the corner and ran directly into someone, who dropped all of the papers they were looking at.
"Hey, watch where you're…Booth." Temperance looked up at him as she collected her papers.
"Where'd you get off to? I've been looking for you for fifteen minutes."
"Ugh, I had to get out of the office. I can't concentrate today, no thanks to you."
"No thanks to me? What did I do?"
"After last night, I just…Ugh I'm frustrated."
"Nice to know I'm not the only one." Booth placed his hand on her back as they headed back toward her office. "I'll have to make that up to you."
"I look forward to it." She stopped walking as she noticed a door just off to her right. "How about now?"
"Excuse me?" Booth looked at her, his eyebrows raised. Temperance only smiled and opened the door. Before he could find out what was going on, she'd pushed him into the supply closet and locked it behind her. She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him toward her. Her lips found his, and with a sigh of satisfaction, she leaned back against the door, loving the sensation of his tongue moving against hers. All of the papers they were holding scattered on the floor. Booth ran his hands down her sides, thanking God that she'd chosen to wear a skirt that day. He slipped his hands under the hemline and held onto her legs, feeling the firm muscle in his grip.
Temperance broke the kiss, and panted briefly as she caught his eye.
"Do you think we can be quick?"
"God, I hope so," he said before capturing her lips once more. Brennan reached down and began undoing his belt buckle.
"Cocky Booth?" she said against his lips, reaching for the button and zipper of his pants as she finished.
"Right now, very." Booth trailed his hand up her leg until he reached her center, stroking her briefly through the fabric of her panties. Temperance grabbed Booth's wallet from his back pocket and opened it, searching for the protection she knew would be in there.
"Here," she murmured, handing the condom to him. As he pulled it from the wrapper, she pulled down on his pants and boxers, lowering them only as far as needed. Booth quickly rolled the protection onto himself and reached for Temperance. He reached under her skirt, pulled one of her legs onto his hips, pushed her panties to the side and slid into her. Both gasped and stood still for a long moment.
"You feel so good," Booth murmured before he grabbed hold of her other lag, hoisting it up, and began moving. Temperance grabbed hold of his face and brought it to hers, kissing him as she locked her ankles behind his back. His grip slid to her behind as he thrust, and she shifted her hips a little to meet his movements. Seeley braced himself against the door with his other hand, his pace becoming more frantic. Brennan reached shakily between them and pressed her fingers onto her clitoris, rubbing erratically, trying to match his increased pace.
"I can't… Oh my…" Temperance gasped, and then let out a loud moan as she was gripped in waves of pleasure. Booth followed almost immediately, his own groan, meeting hers with an echo in the small closet.
XxXxX
Camille Saroyan walked down the hallway in the Jeffersonian, looking over some files. As she passed by a storage closet, she paused at the loud moan she heard form inside. Ugh, this running around between Angela and Hodgins needs to stop. They're hedging on way too unprofessional. With a deep breath, she stood by the door to wait for them to emerge.
The door swung open, and Camille opened her mouth to speak, but her words were lost momentarily as she looked at Booth and Brennan. Temperance's skirt was crooked, the side seam facing front, and Booth's shirt was untucked. There was a smudge of lipstick on his face. Cam smirked slightly.
"Seeley, that really isn't your color." She reached up and swiped off the lipstick. With that, she nodded at Temperance. "Dr. Brennan."
"Dr. Saroyan," she replied, her cheeks tinging pink slightly. Cam gave a small wave to them as she walked away. Booth cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.
"Don't call me Seeley, Camille." Brennan looked at him and began to laugh. He joined in, tucking in his shirt as they headed for the main lab, much more relaxed.
