Thank you for the responses to the last chapter. Here's another one for your enjoyment. Gregg.
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Booth was having the best dream ever. He'd just been part of the winning team of the Stanley Cup and Bones was there to give him a much more personal reward. The strip tease was pure perfection, allowing him to see her body in all its naked glory as she undulated to the sensual music. When she straddled him, pressing her hot pussy against his throbbing erection he knew that this must be Heaven. Before he could enjoy the rest of the dream, however, the beeping of the alarm clock woke him up.
"Damn!" he muttered.
He tried to move and turn the alarm off, but a pleasant weight was holding him down. Opening his eyes he looked up and saw a smiling Bones straddling him and looking down on him.
"Good morning," Bones said in a sultry voice. She rotated her hips slightly to create more friction for them both, and loved the quiet moan that escaped Booth's lips.
"Hi," Booth smiled. Now this was the kind of morning he was hoping to have a lot from now on. This morning he wasn't nervous, or freaked out. "Good mood?" he asked, winking at her.
"A very good mood," she told him, shifting her hips in a sensual movement, letting the excitement build. "I think I should thank you properly for last night," she informed him.
"Huh?" he asked, trying to concentrate on what she was saying despite the incredible sensations she was producing.
"For wearing the Hazmat suit," she told him, moaning as she felt her own arousal coiling even tighter.
"You mean I'm not in deep shit for it?" he asked, thanking God that the Boys weren't on the chopping block over the little joke.
"No," she chided him. "It showed me that you're here for me no matter what. I think it removed the last of my imperviousness," she added. "That deserves a reward."
"If morning nookie is a reward, then I'll have to do some more stuff for you on a daily basis," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Bones shifted and, placing him at her entrance, sank down on him, taking in his entire length, groaning in pure pleasure at being so deliciously filled. She fluttered her eyes open and looked down on him. "Only so long as you remember that I can take care of myself," she said as she began to slide up and down his length, her inner muscles adding to her and his pleasure. "Now show me how well we can break the laws of physics!" she ordered with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Later That Morning
Caroline walked into Booth's office to find him practically falling asleep as he looked over some files. Shaking her head she went right over and slammed down a file, startling him out of his stupor.
"Not getting enough sleep, Cher?" she asked, a knowing look on her face. "Or is the Bone Lady keeping you up with some bedroom exercise?"
"I won't dignify that with a comment," Booth replied, knowing his face was now a deepening red and giving it all away.
"I know when Hubby and I get busy between the sheets he's a complete loss the next day, so I guess it shouldn't be all that different for you, Cher," Caroline joked. She loved giving her favorite Agent a bad time. It made her day seem complete somehow.
Booth did his best to banish the mental image that was now in his head. It ranked even worse than the nightgown and cold cream image that Hodgins had created.
"Is there anything specific you needed this morning, or are you just being puckish today?" he asked.
"Don't get smart with me, Seeley Booth, or I may just let my puckish side out and see if you can really take it," Caroline glared a bit. "Now, I need you to get the Bug Guy to cease and desist on wanting me to go after Billy. He's beginning to e-mail me all sorts of legal nonsense and it's getting a bit tiresome."
"He's more scared of you than me, Caroline, so why don't you take care of it on your own?" Booth asked.
"Because if my sources are right, you got him into this mess with that Music God, so you will get it straightened out," Caroline dared him to challenge her.
Booth sighed. He hadn't gotten Hodgins into this, but since Billy showed up during a conversation that did cause it, he was in some remote, microscopic way responsible.
"All right," he bowed to the inevitable.
"And if you don't get this taken care of, I will make sure you get to spend the night in the drunk tank," Caroline said as she walked to the door. "Have a great day, Cher."
"Great," Booth cursed. "Now I gotta deal with Hodgins' bullshit."
He grabbed his cell phone and walked out of the office to head over to the Jeffersonian. He'd have a chat with Angela and then see if Bones was busy. If she wasn't then maybe he could spend some time with her on an early lunch.
"I'm heading over to the Jeffersonian," he told the bullpen. He knew that they would be busy with all the crap he'd unloaded on them that morning, so there was nothing he had to directly concern himself with right then. He did have to be back by 3, though, as he had a meeting with that pathetic pansy Hacker.
The Jeffersonian
Booth waltzed into the lab area and looked for Angela. He saw Hodgins working on a computer, so he ignored his sorry ass and made his way to Angela's office. She was in there working on some kind of sketch.
"Hey, Angela," he said as he took a seat across from her.
"Hey, Studly," Angela ran an appreciative eye over his suit clad form. She may be married to Hodgie and all, but a woman would have to be dead not to take an appreciative look at Special Agent Stud Muffin. "What's up?"
"I need you to lighten up on Hodgins on the tattoo mess," he told her.
Angela's brows raised in surprise. Now this was a new twist. "Did he put you up to this? Because if he did this is a new low to get laid," she said, giving him a teasing glare.
"Trust me, Ange, there is no way I would be doing this in order for Hodgins to get lucky," Booth told her. "He's started e-mailing Caroline all sorts of legal mumbo jumbo to make a case against your Dad, and now she's on my ass to get this shit straightened out or she'll be after my ass."
"You're afraid of Caroline?" Angela said in wonder. Oh, this was so good!
"Any sane person would be," Booth said without a hint of any lack of manliness.
"Caroline's a pussycat," Angela said in return. The look of utter disbelief on Booth's face was priceless. "Alright. I'll talk to Hodgie and give his shroud idea a try, but no promises. If I can't get my Dad's image out of my head when I'm having sex with Hodgie, then it's removal time. Got it?"
"Thanks, Ange," Booth said and then hightailed it out of there to look for Bones. He ran into Hodgins and cornered the hapless Bug Guy. "Any more e-mails to Caroline and I will rip your balls off! Now she's after my ass, Numb Nuts!" he told him then stalked off to see Bones.
Hodgins watched the G-Man stalk off. He was now more convinced than ever that this was all one big conspiracy against poor little Jack Hodgins. He made his way to Angie's office to see if he could possibly convince her to relent. He likened it to that old Shakespeare line once more unto the breach.
Booth found Bones in her office and when she quickly closed her laptop lid he knew she was working on a new novel. Even though they were together now he still couldn't get a sneak preview of the good stuff!
"Not even a peak?" he teased.
"When it's published," she reminded him of her rule. She had let other boyfriends see drafts of her novels, but with Booth, she was so desirous of his approval of her work that she wanted him to see only the finished product. "You're early," she observed when she noticed the time.
"Caroline decided to make me responsible for getting Hodgins to quit bugging her about Billy, so I came over and had a talk with Angela," Booth shrugged. "Then I was hoping to spend some time with you."
Bones felt a shot of arousal run through her. The very idea that Booth wanted to be here just to spend time with her excited her to no end. She knew that the hormones being produced by the pregnancy were influencing her previously high sex drive, and she found herself wanting him all the time, though the evenings were now out of the question for the time being. Even him in that Hazmat suit was arousing as it showed him off as a Squint like that one year at Halloween. Standing up she went over and closed her door, pulled shades, and turned around to face him, a sexy, wanton look on her face.
"I want you," she told him bluntly.
Booth got instantly hard from both the tone and the words. He gulped. "Uh, Bones, we're at work here," he pointed out. "I'd rather not get caught like Hodgins and Angela have so many times."
"I want you," she said as she made her way over to him, her hips swaying invitingly. When she got to him and took his lapels in each hand and pulled him down for a deep, probing kiss. Releasing the kiss for a moment she whispered in his ear. "I was thinking about a little mutual oral pleasure," she whispered playfully, nipping at his earlobe.
A number of fantasies involving just that ran through his mind, with number 13 (her office couch) slamming into his conscious thought as Junior stood proud right at that moment. His pants were now way too tight. His mind was now officially mush and Junior was taking over, common sense be dammed!
"Sounds great!" he croaked out as she pulled him down for another searing kiss. "Is the door locked?" he questioned.
"No," she smiled wickedly. "It's more fun this way."
Booth, with what little rational mind he had left, made a note to talk with her about how much time she was spending with Angela. She was obviously picking up some bad influences. Not that Junior and the Boys minded, but Booth didn't want to be labeled a depraved pervert by the world at large. It was bad enough when Father Mitch did so at confession almost every day.
"Get ready for the best orgasm you've ever had, Bones," he said huskily, his eyes focusing solely on her hands as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
A/N: There's the tease for today. Tomorrow I will be posting the next chapter so we get the sex scene we all want. We also see if Hodgins makes some headway in the aftermath of Booth's intercession with Angela. I hope you enjoyed this one. Gregg.