Booth sat at his desk flipping through some paperwork and sighed as he checked the clock on his wall for the fifth time in about an hour. The day was going too slow, and while he had cases that he'd been working on, ever since his partner had gone on a sabbatical to help identify remains in Bosnia and Herzegovina. It wasn't as though he couldn't do his job without her help, but it just wasn't the same.
He signed off on another report and tossed it into his out basket. Well, at least his paperwork was caught up. Too bad it left him with more free time until his next case was handed over. His phone chirped, and he answered it without checking the caller id.
"Booth."
"Hey, do you have any lunch plans?" Booth looked at his phone in shock. He checked the id to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"Bones? Where are you?"
"I'm at home. The dig took less time than I anticipated, so I caught an earlier flight home."
"Well, you should have called earlier. I would have picked you up at the airport."
"I'm perfectly capable of making it back to my apartment after a flight, but since I arrived home before expected, I thought that maybe you'd like to come over for lunch?" Both glanced at the digital readout on his computer screen. Eleven thirty. With a smile, he leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up onto his desk.
"Sure. I can leave here in about half an hour. Is that okay?"
"Of course. It will give me time to prepare everything before you arrive."
"Hmmm, you have to prepare something? What is it, a gift?" Brennan laughed at the enthusiasm in his voice.
"I was talking about food, but I might have a trinket I picked up for you while I was away. I'll see you in a little bit." With that, Brennan hung up the phone. Booth flipped his shut and smiled as he pocketed the cell phone. It looked like it was turning out to be a much better day after all. Things just weren't the same while she was gone. He kicked his feet off of the desk and gathered up all of his finished paperwork to turn in. Everything was caught up for the moment, so he would be able to take a long lunch unless a case came up.
Once he'd turned everything in, he headed for the SUV. He'd be a little bit early, but he didn't that Temperance would mind so much. Tossing his keys in the air, he caught them when he pushed open the door to the Hoover Building. Cold air and blowing snow swept around him as he ran toward his Tahoe. Of course he would have left his heavy coat behind in his rush to leave. When he got to the vehicle, he cranked on the heater and took off for her apartment. His mind whirled about what she could have possibly found for him in Bosnia. Hopefully it wasn't something like a snow globe. He shuddered slightly. Growing up, an aunt of his brought a snow globe back from every city she visited. Granted, the one from South Dakota that featured a jackalope was his favorite, all of those trinkets remained boxed up at his parents' house collecting dust in the attic. Nope, a snow globe was not on his list of souvenir gifts to receive.
He shook out of his reverie as he parked the Tahoe outside of Brennan's building. Wrapping his coat around him, he locked the vehicle and dashed for the front entrance of the building, snow and freezing air blowing around him. Once inside the building, he hurried up to her apartment and knocked.
"You're early," she said when she opened the door. Brennan stepped aside to allow him in and grinned as he took in the place.
"What can I say," he responded with a smile. "I can't resist a home cooked meal."
"It's nice to know how high my cooking ranks in your daily priorities." She closed the door and headed back to the kitchen to finish making lunch. "I was tempted to call you for a ride from the airport, but my father picked me up instead. He just left about five minutes ago."
"You didn't have to cook for me. I mean, you just got back. We could have gone to the diner." Booth stepped into the kitchen behind her and leaned forward to see what she was making.
"I was in the mood to stay in. Besides, I'm not making anything complicated and sometimes it's relaxing to slip into a more domestic role." Steam rose from the baked pasta she'd just removed from the oven. She turned and headed toward her bedroom, glancing back at Booth on her way. "Give me a moment; I want to get the gift I found for you."
"Seriously Bones, you didn't have to get me anything. I'm just glad you're home. I missed you." Booth sat down at the kitchen table, wondering what she could have possibly found for him when she emerged from her bedroom with a small white box trimmed with a little red bow.
"I missed you too. Now open your gift," she said as she handed him the small box. Booth grinned at her as he took it and pulled the little bow off of the box. When he opened it, he looked first at the small gold pendant and then back up at her.
"You got me a crucifix?" He lifted the little gold cross from the box and looked at it. On one side was Jesus nailed to the cross, and on the other, a tiny gold medal. Booth squinted at the saint depicted and swallowed. "Why did you choose St. Philip Neri?"
"I remember you once telling me that after you left Kosovo, you made your way to Medjugorje on a sort of pilgrimage. Since I was in the area, I stopped by St. James Parish and saw this medal in a small shop there. The woman who ran the store mentioned that St. Philip Neri was the patron saint of Army Special Forces, and it seemed somewhat appropriate…" Booth cut her off by kissing her on the lips. Brennan pulled back from him, surprised by the spontaneous action. Her eyes widened as their gazes met. Neither said a word until Booth cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the gift.
"Thank you. This means a lot Temperance." He pulled the small cross out of the box and undid the clasp on the chain to wear it. Brennan watched him as he moved over to a mirror to get another look at the crucifix.
"I had it blessed." Booth glanced back at her, startled. She wrung her hands together and kept her gaze anywhere but on him. "I know how much your beliefs mean to you and I thought that it would be appropriate to have the item blessed if it was supposed to act as some sort of protective totem so…" She didn't continue as she found his lips on hers once more.
As her mind tried to catch up to what Booth was doing, her body reacted. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body into his chest as his mouth moved against hers. Thoughts raced through her mind, an inner voice screaming at her to stop and assess the situation. No such luck. She felt too good in his arms to stop.
Booth's mind was reeling. The first kiss was spontaneous, and he'd certainly never intended to do it, but now there was no turning back. Nothing was going to make him give up on what could be something amazing. Hell, she tasted too good to give up. He wanted to get drunk on her flavor alone, take in her scent, that smell of arousal wafting up around them as she tugged at his jacket, trying desperately to pull it from him.
Without relinquishing her lips, he let go of her and fought with the suit jacket until he freed his arms from its grasp and flung it away. He reached for her sweater, grasping the hemline and pulling it up, the desperate kiss finally torn apart. As he tossed her shirt aside, they looked at each other, chests heaving, desire clouding their vision. She seemed to come to her senses first and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart.
"We shouldn't do this," she said as she tilted her head to the side. Booth brought his mouth to the slim column of her throat and ran his teeth along the skin. Brennan shivered under his touch and moaned as he nipped at her flesh before sucking on it. There was sure to be a mark there in the morning.
"I don't care," he murmured against her skin while he moved from her throat down onto her chest. Temperance gasped and arched up against him as he took one of her tightened peaks into his mouth through the satin of her bra. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, urging him to suck just a little bit harder.
Booth wrapped his arms around her waist again and she let out a small squeal. His hand was cold, and her fevered skin registered shock when it came into contact with the chilled appendage. What would it feel like if he were to slide those cold fingers up inside of her, pumping in and out as he mouth worked on her clit? She squeezed her thighs together as a rush of warmth filled her core.
Cold hands made way for cold floor, shocking her system as she registered that she was no longer standing. She gasped and opened her eyes, catching Booth's gaze. His eyes were no longer the warm brown she was used to seeing, but instead were near black with desire. She watched as he stood over her, pulling off his shirt and tie and undoing the buckle on his pants.
"Booth." Her voice sounded strangled to her own ears. This was the last moment to protest had she wanted to. Instead, she undid the clasp of her jeans with shaky fingers and pushed them down her legs, wriggling to get her feet free. Booth shucked off his pants, underwear and shoes, and as he lay down over her, she giggled.
"What," he asked as he looked down at her. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a breath before glancing back down at his feet.
"Please, you have to take off the socks." He grumbled, but toed off the socks as he dropped a kiss onto her lips, biting down on her lower lip and sucking it between his teeth. He pressed his growing desire against her, the thin material of her satin panties the only barrier between them.
"You think it's okay to laugh at me," he murmured when he broke away from the kiss. She grasped his shoulders and rolled her hips up toward him.
"Only when you try to keep socks on during sex." She grinned at him and rolled against him again as he bucked forward, pressing his erection against her. He slid a hand down her side and grasped her panties, tugging them down her body and leaving her lower half bare before him. All teasing stopped when he slid into her, her slick walls hugging the length of him until he was fully inside of her. Their gazes met, and neither moved for a moment as they were connected together, bodies touching and filling the other. Then he began to move, slowly at first as each adjusted to the sensations of the other, never losing their eye contact.
Booth lowered his mouth to hers again, tracing her lip with gentle flicks of his tongue as she squeezed her inner muscles around him. He groaned as the steady pressure from her turned into small, fluttering movements. The sound vibrated through him and into Brennan. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning at the feeling of fullness he created when buried inside her to the hilt. They moved together, frantic and yet matched in both tempo and fierceness. Waves rose up between them, spilling out and washing over them as they cried out.
Brennan dropped her head back onto the floor, panting as the occasional twitch rocked her body. Booth gasped, trying to catch his breath as he looked down at her. The side of his mouth quirked up in a smile when he caught her eye.
"You know Bones, if you wanted to give yourself to me, you didn't have to lure me here under the pretext of lunch and a gift." Brennan smacked his arm and sat up as he rolled off of her.
"Very funny Booth. While I admit that a sexual interlude was not my intention, I did want to make sure you got your present."
"Sexual interlude? C'mon Bones, you need to learn the correct terminology. That right there is what we call a nooner." Brennan cocked her head to one side as she contemplated the word.
"Hmmm, then whenever Angela and Hodgins said they were going to lunch, in reality they were meeting for sex?"
"Yes, although I'm a little shocked that you have to ask." She smiled, and he knew he'd been had.
"Then I think we need to take a page out of their book and have lunch together a little more often."