Brennan sighed, she was still feeling aroused and it was late at night. Nobody was around in the Jeffersonian except for herself and well she still wasn't over the fact that Booth had suprised her in her office this morning. All she knew was that she needed to get payback otherwise he still held the power over her. Shutting down her laptop and picking up her tencoat she pulled it over herself and rushed from her office. Making her way directly to the Hoover building. After five minutes or so she finally made it, taking deep breaths in the elevator. Alright, now it was her time to play. Her steps quickened when she made it to his office, peeking around the door and letting herself in and leaning over the desk in the most seductive way possible. Pursing her lips Brennan smiled up at Booth, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. "Booth, I don't appreciate your actions from this morning and I believe it's time for me to get payback.."
Booth looked up from his case report and was instantly turned on as he saw who was at his door. That sly smirk and her stance told him he had every reason to be. Oh God. Booth stared at her as she locked the door and lowered the blinds before removing her trench coat, and made her way around to his side of the desk. He turned his chair towards her, and slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself into his lap.
Brennan shifted her weight in his lap oh so very carefully so the material of her slacks rubbed up against his raging erection. She left her back rest against his chest and pressed kisses up his neck and staring into his eyes. "You know Booth, after this morning I was hot all day. You know that right?" she teased lightly, running her fingers along his leg and they inched closer to his thigh. Lightly she captured her lips in his and swallowed his moans as she ran her finger along his erection twice before cupping it. "Of course you're not going to get the satisfaction of this anymore Booth..." her voice was low and husky as she spoke and without any warning she lifted herself off his lap and picked up her trench coat, blowing him a kiss goodbye and leaving the office where a dazed and aroused Booth sat in his chair.
An hour and a half later, Seeley Booth sat on his couch nursing a warm beer, only half paying attention to the football game on the screen. What a bitch. He now knew how she felt this morning. He debated going to see her and giving her a piece of his mind. Checking the time, his decision was made. A matter of ten minutes later, Booth stood at his partner's door. An unfamiliar song was blasting the apartment, so loud he could hear it clearly. New age. Unusual for his partner. Knocking did no good, so Booth once again fished his key out of the pocket of his jeans and got a bit of déjà vu. He hoped Bones was a bit more decent this time. He opened the door and a rush of blood went to his groin. He dropped his keys. Booth was getting into a strange habit of dropping things.