Disclaimer: Bones not mine. Not even a little bit, just having fun.

YAAAAAYYY!! Finals over, update flurry beginning! Are you excited? I'm excited! This is a little something that was inspired by a review by VaneBB, who was wondering whether the kiss mentioned in Chapter 49 (Possession) of Only b/w Us was something I'd written about in another story. it wasn't, but couldn't stop thinking about it. Enjoy!

Catching Fire


She wasn't sure how it happened and neither was he. She didn't know who moved first and neither did he. But one second they were looking at each other and the next they closed the space between them in one sizzling hot kiss.

They'd had dinner at the new Italian place he had been wanting to try all week and then he walked her to her door because he was Booth and he just did stuff like that. And they both knew it wasn't a date; but god, it felt like a date. Maybe that's what got to them; it should damn well have been a date and dates ended with a kiss.

Except Booth was pretty sure no date he'd ever been on had ended with a kiss like this. And Brennan had never before attacked her dates against her front door in a frenzy of greed. But the moment they touched, they went crazy; absolutely, lost-all-control-and-don't-give-a-damn crazy.

His arms wrapped around her tightly as he crushed her against him and her hands anchored in his hair; her tongue sweeping inside his mouth and tasting every inch of him. Brennan felt like she couldn't get close enough, her body deliriously rubbing against his. It drove Booth wild and he growled into her mouth; hands molding her firm, round ass and pressing her right into his hard-on. His arousal excited her further and she moaned against his lips, turning him into the door and devouring him eagerly.

When she released his lips to take a deep breath, Booth moved his hands up to cup her hips and quickly spun her around so that she was now the one backed against the door. One gasping breath and then he captured her lips again, grinding her hard. It was like someone had poured kerosene on him and then lit a match. Her breasts pressed deliciously against his chest, her hips cradling his as she strained against him. He could feel her fingers digging against his shoulders, kneading the muscles in a slightly frantic rhythm that told him just how wound up this was getting her.

His mind was a whirl of sensation and feverish desire. All he could think of was how long he'd been waiting for this, for her, how his imagination had not done justice to the reality. Tangling one hand in her hair, he changed the angle of the kiss, running his tongue along her pearly teeth before sucking heavily on her top lip. A soft, little whimpering sound escaped from the back of her throat and he gave the same attention to her pouty bottom lip.

If anything approaching rational thought would have been going through her mind, Brennan might have been slightly horrified at the needy, breathy noises he was pulling out of her. But as it was, all she cared about was that he never stop. It seemed preposterous, illogical, just plain wrong to have denied herself this for so many damn years.

Moremoremore, her pleasure-drenched mind chanted. She could have kissed him forever, she couldn't imagine anything or anyone tasting as good as him. God, he tasted minty and chocolaty and dark and light and just Booth.

The hand in her hair tightened as he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pressed her firmly against him. Brennan's back arched a little, her lower body automatically bucking up into him.

"Bones …" he groaned oh so softly, pressing his face against the side of her neck.

In the quiet all he could hear was the panting breaths that signaled their total loss of control. He was sure her brain was going a mile a minute trying to deal with this and his own mind raced to try and figure out what to do and say next.

Pick her up, open that door and make love to her right now, was the first suggestion his mind helpfully provided. Followed by, tell her how much you love her, how you've been waiting for this moment for nearly five years.

But when his next thought was, God, I so want to marry you and make a little squint of our own, Booth knew it was time to take a step back before he said something that would put her on the next plane to Guatemala.

He couldn't help pressing his lips against the skin of her neck softly before untangling his hand from her hair and releasing her. She looked at him with wide eyes and dilated pupils, swollen red lips that were still parted in breathless agitation. Booth was sure that he was in no better shape. It struck him that he had completely kissed off the pretty coral lipstick she'd been wearing earlier. The thought that he'd get to kiss her lipstick clean off from now on was damn near intoxicating; making it almost impossible to say goodnight and walk away. But, he needed to give her time and space to process and come to a conclusion in that hyper-rational brain of hers. It'd better be the right conclusion, he thought darkly.

"Goodnight," Booth whispered, turning around before he could talk himself out of it. They belonged together. He was pretty sure she knew it, now all she had to do was tell him.

Brennan watched her partner leave and could barely contain her gasp. He was leaving? How could he kiss her senseless and then just go? How could he walk away after the most amazing kiss she'd ever experienced? Did he think he could just forget about it and pretend it hadn't meant anything just like they'd done after the first time they kissed?

Oh, I don't think so, Booth. Brennan slammed her door shut, feeling some satisfaction at the sound. No more pretending, she vowed. For either of us.


p.s. don't be too upset, remember, this gets resolved, just go read Possession to see how, though the title says it all.