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Urgency on the Undercover

Allowing the strong, burning liquid to travel down the base of his throat, Booth shuddered as the alcohol settled down in the pit of his stomach. He was ready.

Signaling for another drink, he placed down his empty glass and waited for the bartender to arrive with another. He needed to keep his eye on the ball, being that, the most appropriate state of mind would be at best, of someone completely sober, however he was nervous. Not for himself though, he was an experienced FBI Agent after all, but for his partner.

Bones.

Every time he heard the bar door open, a sickening feeling cascaded down his spine and sunk like a brick to the bottom of his gut.

Why had he agreed to this??

Sure they had been on many undercover jobs before, but this? He could barely keep his anxiety levels in check, let alone attempt to catch the bad guys that ran this joint.

And Bones had insisted on playing a full part in this clandestine investigation...

Something of which Booth had objected to vehemently, strongly apposing the entire idea of Brennan risking her life and posing as a prostitute. He had said no way to it, completely closing off the idea she had placed on the table.

So why was he sitting at a bar, the underground business operation of prostitution trafficking, waiting for his partner to arrive with her pimp?

Booth shook his head and downed another shot. Best to just keep focus and get into character. He was pretending to be some hard ass dealer, looking for some lovelies to add to his on going collection of women, an idea which made him feel absolutely nauseas and seriously sick. These scumbag bastards don't deserve the air they breathe.

His thoughts were cut off a by low creaking sound by the front entrance, the eerie light that shone down from the ceiling lamps showing a clear image of a man walking through the door. He was in his mid-forties, hair gelled back in a tight greasy comb over, while his body was clothed with a large, black over coat...though Booth wasn't paying attention to that. His favored line of view was fixed firmly on the woman accompanying the guy.

His stomach did a U-turn, flip flopping in some kind of excited trance as he watched those long, bare slender legs tread lightly across the floor, with probably the most sexiest pair of fuck-me high heels, Booth had ever seen. But he was sure his pants couldn't get any tighter than they already were when his eyes raked over the top half of her outfit. The low cut cleavage number she had on above that skirt was obscenely provocative, giving Booth half a clue to what sort of lacy garment she had on beneath it.

Probably something hot and revealing. Booth nodded and gulped as he took her body all in at once.

The outfit was supposed to draw the allusion that Brennan was indeed a slutty, body selling whore, who was willing to fuck anyone who had the sort of cash her boss was looking for. But Booth didn't see that at all.

Beneath all that make-up and inappropriate clothing, Booth still saw the beautiful eyes of his brilliant partner. Her goddess like body may have been built to lure and entice men to drool over, however those innocent pair of crystal clear orbs shone right through to Booth, who immediately locked eyes with the sexy looking temptress across the room from him.

The man registered Booth's appearance and began ambling Brennan's body over to the younger man at the bar. Booth was disgusted by the way the man's hand lingered over his partner's waist, however he simply gritted his teeth and raised his brows in anticipation.

"You a Mr Barone?" The guy's eyes shifted over his form in question, his hands getting ready to light a cigarette.

"Yeah, I called about your services...Tony, right?" Booth eyed the man calmly and tried not to choke on the large puff of smoke that was exhaled from the other guy's mouth.

"Mmm, so I heard you were looking for a new girl, add to your standards," The man chewed on the end of his tobacco while his arm encircled Brennan's waist. "she's a fresh one, straight from a dealer back in D.C. You interested?"

Booth had to contain all his inner strength not to reach out and punch the guy silly until he let go of his grip on Brennan. She looked fairly relaxed, though her eyes were full of uneasiness and distaste to the filthy man's hand placement.

Booth gave him a crooked smile and played along in his role.

"A beaut like her is hard to find, how much you want for her?"

"At least four g's, though with a body like that, I'd expect the cash up front."

Booth pretended to contemplate his answer. He had enough evidence to convict the scum now, however still needed to hand over the money in order to make a full transaction and make the arrest without default.

Before Booth could utter another word, the man stepped in and propositioned him.

"How's about you take her for a spin first? Know that you'll be getting your moneys worth," The man grinned sickly and thrust Brennan towards Booth. "one dance easy and then you can decide whether you want her or not."

Booth was left momentarily stunned. What do I say??? It might look suspicious if he openly rejects a free lap dance from an insanely gorgeous woman, however how could he use Brennan like she was no more than a dirty little slut, her sole purpose to entertain men and dealers alike? It wasn't like he didn't want the dance, his body was already actively responding to the mere sight of her soft, perky ass sliding down the front of his pants as well as the pleasurable experience of Brennan rubbing all of her delightful curves over his hard body.

"I uh," Booth cleared his throat and tried not to look at Brennan, knowing their cover would be blown if he made any incorrect movements. "yeah why not?"

The man raised his brow, but continued to deal out his cards.

"Good, so why don't I give you kids some privacy and let sweet cheeks here direct you to a booth." He slapped Brennan on the ass, something she instantly responded to, shutting her eyes and biting the inside of her cheek so she wouldn't say something she'd regret. Grabbing Booth's hand, she pulled Booth away from the bar stool and began making her way towards a designated area, darker than the rest of the club, however more discreet and private.

Arriving at a worn down booth, Brennan stopped and turned towards Booth. He was almost too scared to stare into the eyes of his partner, the woman he had just subjected to giving him a sexy 'grind and thrust'. He was so ashamed that he didn't think he could bear to see the betrayal swimming around in her round, lost orbs.

"Bones, I..." He began but immediately shut his mouth in complete, unadulterated shock.

Instead of the treachery and distrust he thought he would see, Booth was met with a pair of fiery, navy flames, lustfully glistening in the dim lighting around them.

Not answering him, Brennan shoved Booth gently down onto the cushioned furniture and stared down at him with raw hunger and sexuality. Either she was a really good actress, or Booth was calling bluff that she was as turned on as he was in this situation.

They were no longer Booth and Brennan the dynamic duo who fought crime on the week days and ate takeout in the evenings...they were Brennan and Booth- the sex driven, downright horny people, of the underground world. It should have felt wrong, but even Booth couldn't deny the righteous feeling of Brennan settling on the crotch of his tented his pants.

She was fully straddling his body now, sensually swerving her hips in time to some unknown tune, while her hands plucked at the front of his shirt. Booth was trying to stifle a groan until her thighs parted open his and she took on a closer position, resting firmly atop of his straining erection.

Then he gasped.

If it was possible to explode in both his head and in his pants, Booth knew he would be liable to burst any second now.

Brennan sat up properly and rose upwards in her seat, making sure that her impressive cleavage dangled directly in front of Booth's salivating mouth. The temptation to taste and indulge in the milky contours of her breasts was almost too much to handle for the man licking his lips in sync of the way her chest skimmed the tip of his nose and bottom of his chin.

When she got up off of him, Booth felt in sting of disappointed circulate in his gut, until his hands clasped onto something round and firm.

Oh God.

Booth's eyes practically rolled back into his head as Brennan began to navigate her ass erotically into his large palms, the soft skin from where her barely there panties weren't covering beneath her skirt, making him groan and squeeze harder.
Brennan also voiced her pleasure, hers taking the shape of a womanly moan.

Raising her hips to give him better access, Brennan climbed backwards onto his lap and wrapped an arm around his neck, so that her entire body was plastered right across his rock hard, delicious form.

"Mmm..." She purred and grounded her hips back against his hands and crotch. Booth almost cried out in uncomfortable ecstasy, the tight space in his trousers definitely stretching to their limits and seams. She must have heard his grunt (or she was just eager to touch him down there) because Brennan's spare hand tip toed down his chest and went to the button on his pants, undoing it slowly and lowering the zipper.

Now it was time for Booth to cry, because no way could he not respond to that.

Giving him one last grind, she placed her hand right against the tent in his boxers and stroked him seductively with her fingers.

"Oh God..." He shut his eyes tight and took some calming breaths. If he was going to come in his pants, then he severely hoped it would be after the arrest, where no one could see him touching himself to the image of her sliding over his cock.

"Do you like that, baby?" She whispered huskily in his ear and trailed her tongue over the shell of his ear. Booth shuddered and nodded, unable to express his desire verbally as his mind struggled to lift the foggy lust that had settled of his brain.

How could she get him so hot without even removing her clothing...or his for that matter?

She made a smile of pure feline delight as she removed her hand and lifted herself over his pants. Within seconds she had slammed herself down onto his raging clothed tent and was now rubbing her scorching wet heat vigorously over him.

"JESUS!" His eyes shot wide open and he braced his hands over her hips.

He had almost come off the edge.

He could feel her dampness right through both his underwear and her flimsy piece of garment covering her center.

Brennan bit her lip but couldn't stop the deep moan from escaping her mouth. His hardness was absolutely sensational against her core, however this was about pleasing him. Though if you are receiving job satisfaction from it...

Deciding to kick things up a notch, Brennan once again stood up from her seat on Booth's lap and turned over to face him. His eyes had taken on a dangerously dark shadow, his pupils dilated and almost feral looking from the amount of ravenous desire pooling inside of them.

Placing herself down again, she stared him right in the eyes and drew her tongue across her lips. Booth followed this path of oral seducing, however was slightly sidetracked by the new positioning her body had over his.

Saying nothing, Brennan began to rock slowly up his crotch, dry humping the erection that stood tall against her clit and offered the most delirious friction known to man.
Booth growled and palmed her hips once more, this time raising her top so he could feel the sides of her smooth torso.

Picking up the pace, Brennan whimpered and wrapped both arms around his neck, tightening the lock of her hands and thrusting against Booth hard and fast.

"Oh baby." Booth whispered and let his hands dance bravely up her top, to the undersides of her breasts. Feeling his wandering fingers, she moaned and bit down on the side of his neck.

She could feel the pressure building inside of her and knew it wouldn't be long before he pounded her core right up to a pleasurable release. She also knew how close Booth was to coming hotly in his underwear. The image of him climaxing sent a jolt of arousal down Brennan's spine and she began to urgently buck her hips into Booth's, demanding that he come right there and then without fail.

Booth's breathing was much more shallower and he began to groan and grunt as the feel of her rocking violently against him became too much.

"Fuck yeah!" He cried out, his hips spasming and rising all the way up, inflicting her own orgasm.

"Yes yes yes!" She chanted and rode out her release until she collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily and gasping for much needed oxygen.

BB

It was only minutes later until her breathy voice sailed in through his ears.

"Wow."

Her sultry tone had male satisfaction soaring through his veins as he picked up her boneless body and began straightening out their clothes.

Her clothing were creased and bunched up, however she still looked dead sexy in the light of the bar.

"Go make the arrest so I don't have to keep my clothes on before we do that again." She said with a wink before sashaying her hips out of the private booth area and back behind the curtains leading to the club.

Zipping up his trousers, Booth eagerly followed her, willing to do anything she said if it meant having another round of passionate gratification with his partner.

Just...minus the clothes and gun in his pocket

V is the letter, so anyone got a clue to what they want B/B to do next?? Reviews are welcome and if you're interested in the beta reader job, please comment :)