Created April 2013 - I don't own these characters as made famous by the TV show, Bones. Love them anyway. All the rest that follows is my feeble attempt to keep time in between broadcasts and Razztaztic and Threesquares postings.

"Did you talk to Rebecca?" Bones asked, taking her last spoonful of soup.

"Yeah." Throwing his napkin on the table, Booth leaned back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head. "It was weird. She's fine with us taking Parker for the week. We have him until next Friday." He smiled pensively.

Brennan admired the strain of Booth's dress shirt against his body. Smiling, her eyes traveled down his torso. She reached out to him, tracing a path from his pectoral to his obliques. Licking her lips, she replied "That's great news! What was weird about it?" Brennan had raised her eyes to find an amused grin on her partner's face.

"What?"

"You are so hot for me, Bones! How have I not noticed this before?"

Brennan scoffed. "Booth, I told you about Angela's nickname for me! I am feeling what I commonly experience being this close to your form. My proximity, coupled with my new license to fondle you at will makes my behavior an inevitability. Brennan's cheeks flushed with arousal. "If you don't want me to react in this manner, I would suggest that you alter your wardrobe choices."

Booth leaned forward, grabbing Brennan's chair, pulling it closer to him. "Yes, Bones, I should. I've been torturing you for years with all my low cut tops, skin-tight jeans, slinky dresses, obscenely tight workout clothes and my skimpy travel pajamas. Let's also not forget about all my sex talk, and all of my inappropriate touching during massages…. " He tugged her legs open, wrapping them around him and pulling her onto his lap.

"You're teasing me." She wrapped one arm around his neck while the other tugged on his tie.

"Uh huh." He responded, preoccupied with his new activity. He unbuttoned her top, leveraging a button-kiss-button-kiss sequence.

"Perhaps my attire was a means by which I was channeling my prurient desires." She pulled against his already loose tie, tossing it on the table. "I needed a way to emote my sexual interest but also maintain a bridle on it."

Booth grunted, aroused by the subtle shifting of Brennan in his lap. "Leash." He stroked his large warm hands up and down the sides of her tiny torso, completing his journey by cupping her breasts. She squirmed happily from his touch. "I appreciate your professionalism, Dr. Brennan. I'm touched. And, I must apologize. I had no idea how distracting I must be…." He unsnapped her bra from the front, eyes alit watching her breasts spill out to him. He fanned his hands out to squeeze her ample bosom, warm and soft against his rough hands.

Brennan sighed. "Forgiven. You've never said anything about my massages before Booth…."

"Beautiful woman who I'm in love with, touching me in less-than-platonic ways. What's there to say? 'more please?'" He gently bit her right nipple, then sucked a slow wet trail up her neck while he squeezed at her bottom, sliding his fingers toward her folds from behind.

Brennan had no idea what they were talking about any more, but heard words that she agreed with "Yes. More. Please!" She shifted further into him causing his fingers to apply more pressure against her, and to enable his mouth better access to her chest. She watched as he buried his head into her, breathing in her vanilla.

He sighed, fanning his warm breath against her exposed breasts. "God, your tits, Bones!" He placed a wet kiss between them. Brennan's center throbbed as Booth tongued and sucked at the soft flesh of her mounds in a method reminiscent to what she had experienced a littler further south, earlier that day. His hands moved to the sides of her hips so that he could push her further into his swelling erection. Achieving the angle, he began to unbutton her pants.

The assault from all angles was intoxicating. "Oh! Mmmmmmm. God!" His tongue returned to her nipples as he increased the intensity with which he sucked and swirled at them. "Ummmmmmm, Booth! The proficiency with which you use your tongue is extraordinary. Oooooooooooh, ahhh. Ugnh."

Booth reveled in his ability to reduce his partner to onomatopoeia. Now scraping his teeth against her peaks, he snickered to himself, coining a phrase in his head 'Bat-Manning Bones.'

His chuckling distracted her. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just happy Bones." He leaned in to kiss her lips, but she leaned back suspiciously. "What?"

He sighed. "I like the noises that you make when I touch you, Bones."

"Oh," she chuckled. "Well, I'm just getting started Booth. And so are you I hope." she replied huskily, pressing back into him.

Booth had enough. With both hands, he smacked playfully on her ass. "That's it! Let's go! Ooooof!" Holding onto the table with one hand, he leaned forward while he gripped Brennan's bottom with the other as he stood up.

"Oh!" Brennan exclaimed, anchoring her arms around her partner so as not to fall. "This. This is fun!" she cheered. Booth laughed at her obvious glee. "Booth! I need to clean up the kitchen!"

"It'll keep." He muttered against her mouth. "To the bedroom Bones!"