A/N: Okay, okay, I won't leave you all hanging anymore. Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/other things. xD Honestly, they make my day, still.
There's some steam in this chapter, but nothing too graphic (I don't think so at least). So, just a warning, in case that's not your thing. =]
Chapter Twenty-Six:
"You Two Are Adorable"
Booth pulled back as quickly as possible when the door started to open, and Brennan could feel her body start to tremble when the door opened, knowing that there was no way in hell she was going to be able to explain this one away. Even though he attempted to pull away before whoever was at the door came inside, it wouldn't have been fast enough. And even if, by some chance, it was fast enough, how was she going to explain why her shirt was misplaced, his hair was messed up, and their breathing was heavy?
"Jeez, sweetie, you have the sex drive of a seventeen year old boy," Angela giggled, as Brennan relaxed slightly and Angela shut the door behind her, "what, did you two start getting it on as soon as I left the room? At least wait a few minutes."
"Angela!" Brennan scolded her, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she tried to calm herself down from how badly Angela scared her when she walked in on them, "the point of knocking is not supposed to be so you can knock and then come in even when the person tells you to wait a minute."
"Well I knew you were making me wait because you were with Booth, so I decided to take it into my own hands and just walk in on you two," Angela explained, shrugging, as if this were perfectly acceptable, "invest in a lock for your door."
"I have a lock, I just didn't expect you to just walk into my office like it was yours. People don't seem to understand the concept of privacy anymore. Booth does the same thing."
"Hey, hey, leave me out of this," Booth put his hands up, as if he were surrendering, "I'm innocent. This is between you two. I'm just here to observe."
"Is there a reason that you're here, Ange?" Brennan asked, a little annoyed with her friend for interrupting their sensual moment.
"Yes, there is," Angela nodded, remembering why she went to Brennan's office in the first place, "Zack found two things. He said our victim was struck with something that's flat and round," she paused, "except it sounded more scientific when he said it."
"So cause of death is head trauma," Brennan said, pulling her camisole up so it was back in it's proper position.
"No exactly," Angela said, "he said the impact of the round and flat thing wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it would hurt, a lot, probably knock him unconscious. But he also found stab wounds in the something-or-other bones. You're going to have to ask him."
"So our victim was knocked out with a frying pan and then stabbed to death?" Booth asked.
"Frying pan?" Brennan asked, "where did you get frying pan?"
"Round and flat," Booth drew an imaginary circle with his fingers in the air, "think of a frying pan, the top is hollowed out, but the bottom is round and flat. And it's metal, so if you hit someone with it, it could cause some damage."
"I think Booth is 'King of the Lab' this time around," Angela laughed lightly.
"Well now I can die a happy man," Booth's voice was sarcastic.
"Both of you, slow down," Brennan said, holding her hand up to stop them, "we have no evidence that it was a frying pan. Booth simply took an educated guess."
"Not to rain on your parade, sweetie, but, actually, Hodgins found some metal that he hasn't finished identifying yet," Angela informed her.
"Frying pan," Booth looked at Brennan, giving her the 'I told you so' look.
"We don't know that yet," Brennan said, not willing to just let him have his moment, "until we find evidence that the item used was, in fact, a frying pan, I'm not going to tell you that you're right. I don't guess. I need all the evidence before I make a decision."
Booth rolled his eyes as Angela exchanged glances between the two of them. She was surprised by how easily they could go from kissing each other and moaning on the couch, to bickering like they always did. The one thing she knew though, was that both of them were too stubborn to change, no matter how far their relationship went. They could get married, and Angela was pretty sure they'd still bicker and argue constantly.
"So all we know is that the victim was knocked unconscious, and then stabbed repeatedly. That doesn't really give us a lead," Brennan said, her voice slightly nervous.
"The victim's wife has access to a frying pan," Booth pointed out.
"Booth, first of all, we still haven't established the weapon. And even, for the sake of the argument, if it was a frying pan, all of America has access to one. Saying that the victim's wife had access to a frying pan is not going to get us a warrant. We need more solid evidence than that."
"I know it's a stretch, but not only does Mrs. Raymond have access to the weapon, but she also has motive and her alibi hasn't checked out yet," Booth argued, "Bones, if it turns out that the victim's wife wasn't in Alabama like she says she was, I'm getting a warrant to search her house, with or without you. I'm not going to let a murderer wander around because you're too stubborn to admit that I was right."
"I'm stubborn?" Brennan asked, her tone slightly more animated, as Angela just watched them, taking a seat on Brennan's couch, since the two of them were standing and having their heated conversation, "you're the most stubborn person in the world, Booth! If anyone in the entire D.C. area is stubborn, it's you."
"I'm not having this argument with you," Booth brushed off her comment, convinced that she was just trying to bicker with him again, as he smoothed out the fabric of his shirt, "I'm going to see if Mrs. Raymond's alibi checks out. I'll call you with the results later."
Brennan half smiled as she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips, their relationship changing from tense to romantic in just a matter of seconds. She held back a whimper, since Angela was still in the room, just observing them, when he nibbled gently on her bottom lip.
"Are we okay?" He asked softly, completely forgetting their company.
"Of course," Brennan responded, pressing a soft kiss to the line of his jaw, "work isn't going to come between us. We're going to disagree on some things when it comes to work, but that's not going to effect our intimate relationship."
"You don't know how good it feels to hear that," Booth chuckled, "pick up where we left off a little later?"
"Definitely," Brennan smiled, placing one last soft kiss on his lips before he left her office, and she turned to face Angela again, who had a smile stretched across her face.
Angela's eyes were adoring as Brennan sat next to her again, putting her hair quickly back up in the bun it was in before Booth took it down as she gave her friend a curious look.
"What?" Brennan asked, when Angela beamed at her.
"You two are adorable!" Angela squeaked, causing Brennan to wince back at the sudden outburst, "you could be on the front of a Hallmark Card or something."
Brennan's cheeks flushed red, feeling slightly embarrassed, since she wasn't used to people commenting on their relationship, due to the fact that no one knew.
"We should get to work," Brennan said, simply, standing up again, buttoning her lab coat back up, and opening her office door, waiting to walk out with Angela.
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It was about nine o' clock at this point, and Brennan hadn't heard from Booth since he left her office that morning. She pulled her left glove off, and when she went to pull off her right, her phone started to ring in her pocket. Reaching in her pocket with the hand that was already free from the glove, she pulled her phone out and flipped it open.
"Brennan," she answered her phone, holding it between her shoulder and her ear as she pulled her other glove off.
"Hey, Bones," Booth's voice came in on the other end of the phone.
"Hi," Brennan said, tossing the used gloves into the trash, "how did everything go?"
"Turns out, like I predicted, the wife was not in Alabama on the day Raymond was murdered. We're gonna be able to get her on this, Bones. Why else would she have lied about being out of state?"
"Booth, she could have just forgot," she said, pausing, as the silence on the other end seemed to urge her to continue, "admittedly, you're probably right. It's very possible that Laura Raymond is our perp. But, you should have waited for evidence before you accused."
"You know, you could just say 'Good job, Booth. You did great!'," Booth said, not laughing, even though his voice indicated that he was half kidding.
"I could," Brennan assured him, going to her office to put her lab coat back, shutting the door behind her as she shrugged it off her shoulders, "I'm leaving in five minutes. Are you on your way home or what?"
"That's the other reason I called," he started, "Bones, I think we're going to have to postpone our plans for tonight. Apparently I'm the only Special Agent who can do anything around here, and they need me to take care of something."
"Should I come too? I am your partner."
"No, it's just an FBI thing. But I swear, we're not cancelling, just putting it on hold."
Brennan was slightly disappointed, but she didn't let it show, not wanting to seem needy or clingy, or simply like she was addicted to sex.
"Okay," she said, "you kind of had me excited for tonight with my preview I got earlier, but I suppose no harm could come in waiting."
Booth chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Brennan smiled at the sound.
"I was excited too,"he chuckled, "but hey, being a Special Agent In-Charge has it's stigmas sometimes. I probably won't be home until late. Probably like, one thirty, if I'm lucky."
"Well I'll be there when you get home, probably sleeping though," Brennan reminded him, "remember we packed enough for me to spend the weekend? I think Angela refers to that as 'Stage Two', out of six."
"Sounds like Angela," he commented, "but I really have to go, Bones. I'll see you either when I get home tonight or tomorrow morning. Bye, love you."
Before she could even respond, she heard the dial tone on the other end of the line, indicating that he hung up. Reluctantly, Brennan shut her phone and put on her real coat, slipping her phone into her pocket before she left the lab and drove back to Booth's house.
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Another few hours past. It was about two thirty in the morning, and Brennan was sleeping soundly, buried under the covers of Booth's bed as she slept in a dreamless sleep. She was so far gone into her sleep, that she didn't even hear the front door open. However, she did hear the bedroom door open, and she woke halfway up, opening her eyes, but wasn't alert enough to be startled by the noise. The bedroom door clicked closed again, the light that was streaming in from the hallway getting quickly shut out, and Brennan closed her eyes once more, mumbling a barely audible hello to Booth when he slipped into bed next to her, only wondering for a second why he didn't bother changing out of his work clothes.
The only thing that pulled Brennan fully out of her sleep was when she felt him nip against the top of her ear, making his way down to her earlobe, as she gasped slightly, her heart rate already increasing and her breathing becoming slightly labored.
"Seeley," she moaned, her right hand loosening his tie without hesitation, sliding it over his head before she pushed his suit jacket quickly off his shoulders.
Booth chuckled, his tone low and raspy as he kissed open-mouthed down her neck, his warm breath ticking the spots that were left damp by his lips. Brennan was wondering, in the back of her mind, what got into him all of the sudden, but she didn't want to ruin the moment with words. Brennan whimpered slightly when his breath teased the base of her neck, the last piece of skin that was uncovered by her t-shirt, as she held her arms up over her head to give him a silent signal.
Booth took her request and pulled the t-shirt gently over her head, tossing it on the floor once it was all the way off her body, continuing his trail of kisses to her collarbone. Brennan bit her lip, but the moan escaped anyway when she felt his fingers caress up the exposed skin of her legs. She was grateful that she decided to sleep in shorts that night. Not sure which sensation to focus on, Brennan unbuttoned the front of his shirt as quickly as she could, sliding her hands down his toned and still warm chest once it was exposed, taking a minute to appreciate his body before she pushed his shirt off his shoulders to join the jacket and her t-shirt on the ground.
Brennan slid her arms around him, so her fingers could trace over his back as his lips trailed to her stomach, leaving light and teasing kisses to the skin. She gasped and let out one vocal moan when his tongue teased around her naval. Unable to bear the sensation of Booth's tongue against her bellybutton, she took his face tightly between her hands and pulled him up to her lips, kissing with much urgency. Brennan, surprisingly, was the one to beg him for entrance that time, attempting to slide her tongue between his lips before he parted them. Once his lips were parted, she wasted no time before pressing her tongue to his, struggling for dominance in the kiss, only to have him come out on top, the way he always did. Brennan dug her nails into his chest as Booth let out a quiet groan into her mouth, his fingers dancing gingerly over her stomach, a few patches of skin still wet from his kisses.
Wanting her turn to be the 'alpha female', Brennan pushed him back so she could be in control, despite the fact that she knew he didn't want her to be. She wasted no time before pressing her lips to his torso, knowing it was only a matter of time before he turned them back to the way he was comfortable, with him being the dominant one. She was slightly surprised when she felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten, and heard a groan escape from his lips. Smirking slyly, Brennan traced her fingers over the rooster in his belt buckle, turning her head to rest it against his stomach, her cheek burning as his stomach rose and fell with his heavy breathing.
"You're cocky?" Brennan asked teasingly, speaking the first words of the night as she picked up her head and very slowly pressed her lips to the cold metal of his belt buckle.
"Oh, God, Temperance," Booth groaned, closing his eyes in an attempt to control himself, trying not to focus on how close her mouth was to 'Little Booth'.
"Answer me," she whispered against the metal, paying him back for all the times he teased her this way.
"Yes," he groaned, answering her question as she unbuckled it slowly, satisfied with his answer.
"I like a man with confidence," she purred, the button and zipper on his pants giving way easily, as she moved back up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as she teasingly slid his pants down very slowly, "look at me," she instructed him.
Booth opened his eyes on command, having that same hint of seduction as hers, sending shivers down her spine when their eyes connected. Booth trailed his hands slowly down her waist, toying with the waistband of her shorts as she disposed of his pants.
"Booth," Brennan whispered when his thumbs slid into the waistband of her shorts, teasing her, as he pretended to be contemplating the actions, "just take them off, please."
Booth slid her shorts swiftly off when she begged, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue making contact with her skin.
"Oh, please, Seeley," she moaned, arching her back in encouragment, pressing her stomach to his abdomen.
"Do you want me?" He asked in a raspy voice, pressing his forehead to hers as he looked her deep in the eyes.
"Yes," she whispered, without hesitation, pulling the covers over their heads, the only sounds in the room for the rest of the night being sounds of pleasure.
I do feel bad for teasing you all and making you think someone new was going to find out, but I made up for it with the love scene, right? xD