A/N: A big shout out to my wonderful beta Sophia (Mali Bear's Buddy), she's done an amazing job at making suggestions and fixing up my blatantly obvious errors. If you haven't read her work please do so, she has amazing talent and she's gifted, seriously. Please cheek out her fic "The Promise In The Goodbye", it is a once in a lifetime fic that isn't like many others I've read. I've had a sneak preview of the next 3 chapters and boy, she's got some amazing stuff written and I know you'll all love it. Check it out and drop a friendly review, I'm an overprotected Aunty to that fic, and Sophia is not getting nearly enough recognition for her wonderful work.

Sorry babe, I had to do it. Overprotective tenancies, you know me. =)

Secondly, this chapter is back to the "M" rating and I promise the non-"M" rated stuff was delicate to this fic. I promise you there will be more "M" rated things in chapters Q and R. Beyond that, I haven't a thought except for Z.

^SPOILERS^ If you haven't seen episodes 6x01 and 6x02 I wouldn't advise you read the following. I've been downloading the episodes on a Friday night and watching them Saturday morning and I LOVE Hannah. There's just something about her that I enjoy. I also think its sad that Brennan's been giving Booth these little hints that she's ready to give them a chance, but she's missed her moment and I quite from Rebecca "there's a moment where you can catch fire" she's ready for that moment, but Booth's now got Hannah in his life, but it is said she will only be in a handful of episodes so we will all have hope building very soon. Lastly, how funny was Clark and his little tirade. I laughed so hard, I then rewound the DVD and watched again and again. I loved it.

Enough of my rambling: without further ado, I give you...


Naughty

A knock at his office door had Booth grunting in dismay. Leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed.

"Come in." He called to whoever was on the other side. He had drawn the blinds earlier in the morning, not wanting to be distracted, but it was in times like these that he wished he'd kept them open to see who was wanting his attention. That or to draw inspiration from the bullpen. His irritated mood instantly dissolved when she hobbled into his office, an embarrassed look creeping onto her features along with a slight blush.

"Bones." The enthusiasm in his voice conveyed what he was feeling. He hadn't seen her since they fell asleep on Saturday night and was thrilled to see her standing in the middle of her office, flustered.

"I broke a heel." She groaned, exhaling deeply. She rounded the table to where Booth was sitting and leaned against the edge of his desk, a smile creeping onto her lips as she entwined her fingers with his.

He didn't speak though, and neither did she.

They just sat there as the seconds turned into minutes. Their eyes connecting on a level that showed the appreciation of the presence of the other person. Whether it be Booth appreciating Brennan, or Brennan appreciating Booth.

They sat there in silence, until Booth tugged Brennan from the table and she landed in his lap, instantly wrapping her arms around his neck and nesting her head in the crook of his neck.

"How did you break your heel?" He asked softly, running a hand up her back.

"I tripped and fell in visitor's parking. I was - admittedly – in a hurry to find your next clue." She mumbled against his neck, her breath sending shivers through Booth's body and causing goose bumps to rise on and around his neck.

Chuckling tenderly Booth pulled Brennan's face away from his neck and captured her lips in his. There was no fight for dominance; there was no thought. The kiss was simply tongue-free and unhurried. The kiss was soft and innocent as Booth nipped at Brennan's bottom lip, her own mouth opening and closing against his touch. Lightly, Booth lapped his tongue into her mouth, grazing his tongue against hers in a tender dance.

His hands ran their way to her hips, then her thighs and finally to the hem of her dress, where they skirted up the inside and skimmed against the milky white skin of her left thigh. The sensation sent a shrill of excitement through the lower half of Brennan's anatomy as she pulled from the kiss and leant her forehead against Booth's.

"I had to use my vibrator last night. Please, Booth, I need pie." As much as she tried to keep the plea from her voice, she couldn't. There was a longing in the way she said 'please, Booth'. It was clear that she intended to seek relief, right there in Booth's office where anyone could walk in.

"Bones." Booth groaned, grazing his teeth over the column of her neck, her head arching back in pleasure as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Please."

He knew he couldn't refuse her, that she'd won the second the word escaped kiss-swollen lips. "Okay."

Smiling adoringly as she captured his lips, Brennan slipped from Booth's lap as she noticed the growing arousal in his dress pants, the navy blue material tenting slightly.

"Go lock the door." He begged, watching as Brennan sashayed her hips towards his door to flick the latch. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index, Booth silently prayed that no one could hear them or interrupt if they could.

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They met in a fierce embrace in the center of the room. Brennan's arms instantly wrapped around Booth's neck to bring him in close. Booth returned his hands to their prior position under her dress; only this time they soared against her skin until his large palms came to rest on her hips, the lace of her panties tickling his palms.

"Booth." She moaned against his mouth as he led them towards the small couch in the corner of the room. Ever the gentleman, he guided her down softly on the couch, his body coming to rest on top of hers as he flicked at the elastic of her panties, Unbeknown to him, a pair of very sexy and hardly-there black Victoria's Secret panties, with a rear diamante heart.

Pushing his lips away from hers, Booth guided her dress up and over her hips, thanking her softly when her hips bucked beneath his own.

"Nice," He mumbled, taking in the sight of the cheeky lace panties. Booth's breath caught in his throat as he gently eased the material down Brennan's exposed thighs.

The trimmed tuft of curls were soaked as Booth's ran two fingers over her slit before pressed down on her clitoris, smiling as she whimpered under him. The ecstasy truly coming to light as Booth started a steady rhythm of flickering and compressing against her clit with his thumb, while his index finger ran downwards and inwards, combining to bring a sensation Brennan had never felt before.

"Booth." She whimpered a near sob.

Leaning up, Booth eased his lips onto hers, thankful when she opened her mouth to him and he was able to pump his tongue in and out of her mouth in time with the actions he was taking on her lower body. The heady sensations bringing Brennan close to the edge as she tried to hold off. She wanted - needed - to savor the sensations that coursed through her body.

Booth could see the pained look across her face as she tried to keep herself from breaking against him and he made him realise just how much he loved her…how much he truly loved her.

"Let go." He whispered against her ear, before claiming her lips with his to try and drown out the cry that had escaped, while the delirious torture started to violently shake her body. He felt her body shatter beneath him, his doings bringing her to orgasm. The shaking of her body, the smile upturning on her lips and the glistening in her eyes was all worth the relief she had endured.

His fingers continued to tease her insides as he helped her ride out her climax, his own smile gracing his lips as a bead of sweat started to form on her forehead.

"How was that?" He whispered, reluctantly pulling his fingers from inside her as she stopped the minor trembling, her composure being regained.

"Earth shattering." She heaved; her voice husky. The two word sentence dripped with the pleasure that poured from her. Her eyes were dark with desire. The obvious pent up sexual tension vanished from her shoulders, making them light-weight.

"Good." Booth replied, wiping his hands on a Kleenex tissue, before gently pulling her panties back up her legs and tucking them in place, smoothing her dress back down her legs.

Booth watched as Brennan's eyes fluttered closed again, a sigh reverberating through her lips. The look of innocence pulled at Booth's heartstrings as he dropped a tender kiss to her lips, she reacted and bought him into the deep pull of a slow kiss. His own eyes drifted closed as he became lost in the moment they shared.

"Tonight, I'm…going to… give you… another… go around… because I… can't have you… using… your vibrator." He said between kisses.

"B-Booth." She sighed dreamily, her eyes flicking open to stare into the chocolate brown orbs that were lapping her up.

"My place, 7:30PM. I'll cook dinner and we'll let the rest ebb and flow." The quietness was endearing to her ear as Brennan simply nodded her head against him, reaching up to kiss him once more.

"I love you." She said the words and felt another weight lift from her shoulders. They didn't feel forced or taste repulsive. In all honestly, if felt - good. It bought a warming sensation to her chest as she felt Booth collapse against her body in a sigh; relief obvious on his part.

"I love you too, Temperance." He reiterated. The sense of overwhelming shock bringing a smile to his mouth as she chuckled slightly, "How did feel to say it?"

"Good, surprising. I've never told someone I love them before, so it feels nice to say it to you and truly mean it."

"Excellent." Smiling he pecked her cheek and lifted himself off of her and off of the couch, leaning a hand down for her to grip onto. "Come on."

Taking his hand, Brennan let Booth pull her into a standing position, her weight leaning heavily on her left side as she tried not to put pressure on the broken right heel.

"You look nice by the way, the dress suits you." He commented, reaching a hand around to lightly tap her ass, his hand spreading around the cheek and pinching delicately.

Brimming a lighthouse smile, Brennan blushed. "Thank-you."

Winking, Booth released himself from her and straightened out his clothing. "Did you want to go for coffee or something?"

"Yes, a Hazelnut Macchiato sounds desirable." She nodded, picking up her discarded handbag from the floor near Booth's desk. "Could we buy it from the coffee cart? It's closer to my apartment and I would like to change my shoes; these boots are no longer functional."

Shaking his head, Booth grabbed his wallet, gun and phone from the top drawer of his desk. "Lead the way, Bones."

With that, they slipped out from Booth's office and the Hoover and into the sunshine of the spring morning.