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Booth quickly pulled a pillow into his lap as the squints trooped into his living room bearing beer and pizza, intent on welcoming him home. Did it make him a bad person to wish that they would all just disappear into the ether like the nurses at the hospital? He really didn't care. The only thing he cared about right now was getting Brennan alone and picking up where they had left off. Briefly, he wondered how mad Brennan would be if he simply asked everyone to leave so that they could have sex. Yes, he was absolutely that hot and frustrated. But, no, he didn't really want to die tonight at Brennan's hands so he guessed he would just have to smile and make polite conversation with the squints. With a sigh, Booth pasted what he hoped passed for a smile on his face and greeted Wendell.
Angela looked at Booth and did a double take. Boy, did he look all rumpled. Very, very sexy but …all mussed up. And what is up with the pillow in his lap. With a raised eyebrow, Angela turned to give Brennan her own, very thorough perusal. She felt a huge smile overtake her face at what she saw. Mussed hair. Check. Swollen lips. Check. Enough buttons undone on the shirt for her bra to show. Check. Shirt untucked. Check. Zipper on the pants halfway down. Double check. OH. MY. GOD. Brennan and Booth had been about to have sex when they interrupted them. Inwardly squealing with glee and doing a happy dance, Angela looked around the room. Holy crap. The couple that she had been trying to get together for four years had been about to have sex and she had interrupted them. Now inwardly groaning and giving her own forehead a Duh slap, she racked her brain for a way to tactfully extricate everyone from the apartment immediately and leave the couple on their own for the rest of the evening. Nope. Nada. Nothing. After her insistence on everyone coming here, there was no graceful way to clear them out. She considered and discarded idea after idea. The only thing that might work would be to announce that they needed to leave so Booth and Bren could have sex. Angela was sure the room would instantly clear with everyone rushing back to the Jeffersonian to check the betting pool to see who had won the 20 thousand, but she was fairly certain that neither Booth nor Brennan would consider it tactful or graceful. Catching the heat in Booth's eyes as he looked at Brennan, Angela thought that Booth might not care if their exit was less than tactful as long as they were gone but Brennan would be sure to kill someone and Angela didn't like the idea of her head being on the chopping block. Throwing Booth a look of apology, Angela settled into a chair.
Brennan quietly went into the kitchen to get plates and napkins for everyone. She braced both arms against the counter leaned her head forward and let out a loud sigh. She wanted to scream in frustration and she needed just a minute before she could return to the living room and be polite. If she went back out there right now, she would march straight over, open the door and tell them all to get out. Concentrating on taking deep, calming breaths, Brennan didn't know anyone was behind her until two arms slid around her waist drawing her back against a very familiar hard chest. Not helping, Booth. Before she could verbalize a protest, she felt his lips closing around her earlobe and tugging. Her eyes closed and she moaned, leaning back into him more heavily. His lips moved on to her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access, both momentarily forgetting that if they wanted to keep their developing relationship quiet, they really shouldn't be making out in the kitchen with a bunch of geniuses in the next room. They were pulled back from the brink of saying to Hell with it and heading to the bedroom by a throat being cleared and Wendell asking, "Anything I can do to help?"
Wendell walked into Booth's apartment and knew instantly that it had been a really bad idea for them to all show up here unannounced. Booth and Dr. Brennan were both very tousled and he seriously doubted that they had interrupted a wrestling match between the two. But it was obvious that they had interrupted something. With a sigh, Wendell took a seat on the sofa with Booth and started a conversation about hockey. In just a few minutes, Wendell noticed Booth's attention wandering as he looked around the room for Brennan. Not seeing her, he immediately stood and went in search of her. The others continued with the several conversations in progress until Angela noticed that Booth and Brennan were both absent. When Wendell realized that Angela was going to look for the partners, he motioned her to keep her seat and offered to go. He just smiled and headed for the kitchen when she narrowed her eyes at him. God only knows what they're doing and at least I have some experience at keeping my mouth shut about what those two get up to. He found them in the kitchen in what could only be described as an intimate situation. He decided to put his hard earned grad student lessons to use and pretended he hadn't seen a thing. When he spoke, they both stiffened, but to his surprise, they didn't pull apart. Booth's arms tightened around Brennan's waist and she leaned more heavily against him. Booth dropped his forehead to rest on her shoulder and she turned her head to drop a soft kiss on his temple. It was an embrace so obviously full of love from both parties that Wendell felt himself blushing at having witnessed it. Without releasing Brennan, Booth lifted his head and looked at Wendell.
"Thanks, Wendell. But I think we've got it," he said with amusement. As Wendell turned to leave the room, Booth called him back. "Could you make sure they give us a few minutes?" Wendell nodded, his chest swelling with pride at being chosen as the goalie by his hockey hero.
With a sigh, Brennan tried to step out of Booth's arms but they only tightened, pulling her even closer. "Booth," she breathed huskily.
"Hmm?" His lips were back on her neck.
"You have to stop that. We have guests." He paused in his nibbling for a second. He really liked hearing her say we have guests as in we are together as in we are a couple. Hearing her say the other part, however, not so much. He continued with his nibbling.
"Booth, stop it," she insisted more forcefully, working her hands under his where they rested on her abdomen and breaking his hold, she turned to face him. "We'll just have to wait until they leave," she teased him.
He smiled back and took a step closer deliberately crowding her into the counter behind her. He placed his hands on the counter trapping her in his arms. Her eyes widened as he bent his head pressing their foreheads together. "They have one hour," his voice said that he was deadly serious.
"Or what?" she questioned, eyes narrowing.
"Or I have to show them that it is time for them to leave." He moved closer, pressing her more firmly into the counter. His hands were now running up and down her back.
"How?" she demanded, leaning back slightly, eyes narrowing even further.
"Oh, I don't know. I might be forced to do something like this." One of his hands suddenly snaked into her hair and pulled her head back just roughly enough to make her breath catch while the other hand rested on her hip, holding her steady. His head lowered and he caught her lips in one of the steamiest, sexiest kisses she had ever received. When he finally pulled back she was surprised that she wasn't a big pile of melted goo on the floor.
Brennan looked at him assessingly, trying to determine if he was serious about his threat. His eyes were black as coal and he was standing closely enough to her that she could feel that he would be very embarrassed if he walked back into the living room right now. He meant it. He leaned in and kissed her lightly and gently. "Come on, Bones. You're a certified genius, surely you can figure out how to get rid of the squint squad," he said with laughter in his voice.
Her eyes flew to his in shock. "Me? Why do I have to do it?"
Laughing openly, he answered, "Because if I do it, I'll probably just shoot someone and you wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Fine," she snapped, pushing him away, "I'll do it." She wasn't really mad but it wouldn't hurt him to think she was. He would have to learn that he couldn't always have everything his way. About to flounce out the kitchen door, she turned to find him leaning against the counter arms crossed, eyebrow raised, watching her with a wide smile. Well damn, he hadn't bought the mad act for a second. She grinned back, "Just so you know, Booth, I'm not doing this because you threatened to kiss me in front of everyone." His eyebrow raised in question. "I'm doing it because I know you'll kiss me when they're gone." She blew him a kiss and was gone his laughter following her.
Cam had been a little uncomfortable since their arrival at Booth's apartment. She was fine with the fact that she and Booth were no longer together. In fact, she felt like it had been a huge mistake for them to ever be together that last time. Booth had obviously had feelings for Brennan even then. Cam, being the competitive person that she was didn't want to examine her reasons for getting together with Booth this last time too closely. She was pretty sure that she wouldn't like what she saw. Things had been really tense between her and Dr. Brennan at first and Cam knew that most of that was her own fault. She had not liked it at all when Booth had made it clear that professionally he backed Dr. Brennan 100%. She had liked it even less when he had chosen to spend his free time with Dr. Brennan rather than her even though they were sleeping together. But things had gotten better with her and Brennan. They weren't BFF's, but they were colleagues who respected each other and friends of a sort.
For the last few months, Cam had wanted to smack Booth and Brennan and tell them to just go ahead and jump each other already. My God, she had been the one to pull Sweets in to keep Brennan from sleeping with Jared and breaking Booth's heart. She really didn't know what it was going to take for the two of them to realize that they loved each other and do something about it. She sure hoped it was soon. Cam looked up as Brennan reentered the room with paper plates and napkins, passing them out with everyone helping themselves to pizza. Booth came back in a few minutes later and sat down next to Brennan. Cam's eyebrows lifted at how closely he was sitting to Brennan. They lifted even higher when Booth reached over, snagged Brennan's drink, took a sip and handed it back to her and neither seemed to notice. When Brennan sat back and practically snuggled into Booth's side, Cam's eyebrows met her hairline. She looked at Angela questioningly. Angela grinned and nodded. Cam motioned toward the door with her head and Angela nodded. Rounding everyone up didn't take long (except for Hodgins, he had been in lala land since they got there and it took a good five minutes to get his attention) and the front door closed behind the squints 52 minutes after their arrival.
As soon as the front door closed, Booth turned the lock, walked to the counter and turned off both of their cell phones, walked over and laid the house phone off of the hook and walked over to the sofa, holding his hand out to her in invitation. She took his hand. He pulled her to her feet and led her down the hallway and into his bedroom closing the door behind them.