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When Booth cracked open the outer door of the dojo and spilled light into Friday's deepening dusk, the first thing he saw was a reflection. He was puzzled at the image and stepped inside to get a better view.
Dark wooden beams travelled the length of the long room's ceiling to where he stood in the entrance hall. Ten feet ahead they met vertical beams and erupted into glass windows and solid oak doors to the main room. Through one of the windows, Booth glimpsed the reflection of two figures sparring in a mirror on the wall. It wasn't until he'd opened the heavy doors and saw them in the flesh that he was able to confirm their identities. One of them was knocked flat on her back with a heavy thwap.
Brennan helped Rossi up. The two sweaty women spoke a few words, bowed to each other, and left opposite sides of the mat.
Brennan's eyes alighted on her partner and she snagged a towel before jogging over to him. "Hey, Booth. You're early. I still need to shower."
Booth spoke slowly, still a little dumbstruck, "Well, traffic was better than I thought it would be."
"Cullen didn't catch you in any compromising situations this morning, did he?" Brennan wiped her forehead and began rubbing the towel along her dripping neck.
He focused and challenged her with his gaze. "Very nearly."
"But you're innovative." Though her face remained steady, Booth was certain that he heard the shimmer of a smirk in her voice.
"I was rescued by a stack of those squint encyclopedias."
Brennan finally smiled widely up into his face. "Science saves the day."
Booth noticed Rossi passing near them to leave the room. She smacked Brennan's ass as she walked by. "See you next week, Tempe."
Booth thought he saw a flicker of fire in Brennan's eyes as she turned and smiled at her. "Bye, Stella."
The wooden door thumped closed behind her and he turned back to his partner. "When'd you two get all chummy?"
"While you were taking a nap in the sauna," she replied deadpan. "Speaking of which, let me take a quick shower so we can get out of here."
"Did you just make a joke?"
She smiled.
"About my harrowing personal experience?" Mock hurt.
"You're fine."
"Thanks to you."
"And Rossi," she pointed out.
"Yeah, don't remind me. What about the whole psychotic bitch thing?
"What?"
"Rossi. You're spending time with her now?"
"Well, yeah she is a bit... off, but people are rarely all good or all bad. Or all psychotic. I'm not going to hold it against her." Brennan draped the towel around her shoulders. "And, more importantly, I haven't had a good sparring partner in ages." She picked up one foot behind her to stretch her quadriceps. "I know I've been out of the rotation for several weeks, so I'm not at top form, but she is a damn good workout. I just don't know where the energy comes from when I'm fighting her."
Booth had his suspicions, but kept them to himself. He couldn't decide if the thought it was a good idea for his ex and current flame with all of their stories about him to practice violence with each other.
Nonetheless, he'd felt a certain satisfaction when he witnessed his Bones knock Rossi flat. "You seemed to be doing pretty well."
"Oh, you only caught the end. She's kicking my ass most of the time, but she doesn't have an injury she's recovering from." Brennan's eyebrows flashed. "I'll tip the scales soon enough."
"Competition? You, Bones?"
Brennan shrugged.
Brennan was the competitive sort. As was Rossi. They would be spending time together? Booth's memory clicked to a particular day back in Brennan's apartment with the agent who had just left. Not such a good story to pop up out of context.
Not such a good story to tell at all. It remains to be seen whether Bones is possessive, but she is competitive.
Bones is also rational. Get it out there.
He moved to pick up her gym bag from where it lay next to the wall. "Uh, in the interest of full disclosure..."
"Yes?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Rossi kissed me."
Brennan laughed, "Well yes, Booth. I imagine she did much more than kiss you."
"No, I mean recently."
She looked at him, and a silent growl arose in her chest. Pushing it down, she waited for him to continue.
"It was before you and I were together," he clarified quickly. "She and I were at your place picking up a file I'd left there. You remember, don't you, when I knocked all of them over, one fell under the couch and it happened to be the one she needed and I said I'd go get it myself, but she insisted on..."
"You're babbling, Booth."
"Right. Well, while we were there she tried to..." Jump me? He extended a hand as though physically reaching for a euphemism.
"Reinstate your prior physical relationship?"
"Yes."
Her chest started growling again. "And?"
"I said 'tried,' Bones," he answered plainly. "Nothing happened. I told her I wasn't interested."
Irritated at her apparent territoriality, she forced her chest to calm. "You said it happened before we were together. Why are you telling me this?"
"Because, especially with you two spending time together," he gestured behind her at the mat. "I don't want that story to come out on accident and for you to get the wrong idea."
Brennan thought for a moment and then nodded. "I appreciate that." She relieved Booth of her gym bag and led them toward the hallway where she would split off to take her shower. "I can't say I blame her."
"What?"
"Rossi. For wanting you in her bed. You are rather skilled."
Booth decided she had given him the best response to the situation he could have hoped for from any woman ever. He vowed to show his appreciation later.
A smirk crossed his face. "I thought you weren't going to stroke my ego."
"It's a statement of fact, Booth."
"Go take your shower so we can go home, or I may just jump you right here."
"Booth, we just got back to work!" The door of Brennan's apartment slammed closed behind her and she punched the buttons of the security system with a little more than the requisite force.
"Sick time is not the same as vacation time," he replied loudly from the kitchen, setting down the bags of takeout on the counter.
"Oh, you don't think it would look suspicious if we just happened to take simultaneous trips?"
"Not really. Zack takes his vacations when you do. It makes sense for partners to take their vacations at the same time. More efficient." Plastic bags rustled in the kitchen. "You like efficiency."
Brennan appeared in the doorway and looked at Booth pointedly. "No. I'll go crazy without work. I can't lead a purposeless life, remember?"
Booth had removed his suit coat and placed his gun on it. "I'm not talking about a year on a dinghy..."
Her eyes narrowed. "It was a yacht."
"I'm talking one or two weeks." He slid his shoulder holster down his arms and placed in next to the gun on his coat.
"Not right now," she said firmly.
Brennan reached up to the cabinet next to the stove and pulled out two plates. Making her way toward the table, puzzlement spread across her face. "Wait a minute. You actually have enough vacation days left after being off the job so much this last month? You're always the one saying that the government pays crap, and that you don't have a choice but to work. How could you even afford to spend money on this dream vacation?"
Following her with utensils and glasses, Booth suddenly got quiet. "Well, Hodgins did say something about chartering a plane to go back to Thailand."
She dropped the plates roughly to the table and rounded on him, face ablaze. "You discussed this with Hodgins without talking to me about it first? So I'll be the spoilsport who's trying to ruin all the fun if I say no."
"Hey, he brought it up!" Booth raised his full hands defensively.
"I don't need you undermining my authority at the lab."
"Look, Bones, he just invited us to come with them. And before you say it," she clamped her open mouth shut, "I did not wheedle the invitation out of him."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him I'd talk to you about it. Which," he hollered as she began to stalk away down the hall, "is what I'm doing!"
She turned back in the hallway, arms firmly akimbo, and seethed as he met her. Booth stepped right into her personal space, a place he'd seemed to have claimed as his own since the first case they'd ever worked together. "You're going to fault me for wanting to spend some time in a tropical paradise with a couple of our close friends and the woman I love?"
His eyes were dark, his skin flushed. His breath churned heavy and electric.
She blinked.
And launched herself into his parted lips. Booth almost stumbled over backward in surprise. While certain the conversation wasn't over, her enthusiasm suggested it was done for the time being. He recovered quickly and engulfed her in his arms, kissing back as though taking a deep breath before a plunge. Brennan's own arms threaded round his neck and locked behind his head. He couldn't have pulled away if he'd wanted to. Not that he had any intention whatsoever of trying.
The blood still surged through his veins from their argument and she was magnetic. Booth found himself caught in a fervor. His hand drew the fabric of her skirt up until he could reach her thigh. His fingers seized her skin and moved assertively toward her center. Brennan gasped. He smiled. He stretched his fingers between her legs and touched her wet skin. Only skin.
Turning his head and chuckling against her cheek, he asked, "Is there a new law against wearing underwear that I missed?"
"Complaining?"
"No, ma'am."
"If I'm going somewhere with you and I'm wearing a skirt, the probability is high that I'll be going communal."
Closing his eyes against the implications of this particular verbal blunder, Booth corrected, "Commando, Bones. Going commando." He gave his head a shake. "But it's a good bit of information to know," he murmured against her lips and captured them again roughly.
Booth's free hand slid to her lower back and pressed her up and into his chest while the other smoothed over the outside of her folds, urging anything communal from her mind. He intended to do very private things to her. Before long, she tore her hands from behind his head and yanked at his shirt, followed by his belt. Booth could feel her push his pants and boxers down just past his hips. A primal grunt slipped from his throat, a mark of approval at her forwardness. Then her hands snaked beneath his shirt and pulled the bare flesh tightly to her body. She practically snarled back against his tongue.
Message received.
Booth caught one hand beneath her hips and pulled them up to his. Her legs, no longer needing to support her weight, wrapped instantly around behind him and she drew her hips along the length of his reaction. The front of her skirt bunched up between their stomachs while the back brushed his shins.
Booth looked into her fiery eyes as he positioned himself and pressed inside. A groan. He fell forward, pinning her firmly to the wall, and thrust.
Unable to move, Brennan contented herself enveloping him in her long legs and running her fingernails across his back. He made the most mouthwatering sounds as she teased at his nerve endings. Between his humming into her ear and his kneading of her walls, she couldn't help but mewl steadily. His name, and God's tripped from her lips as he drove solidly into her.
She kissed, she bit at his jaw and finally felt the controlled tension he was building begin to unravel. Her deconstruction caught her faster than she'd anticipated. Very suddenly, "Booth!" was ripped from her throat and she experienced her muscles spasm around him while shivers suffused each limb.
Booth plastered the side of her face in kisses, but kept moving slowly, until she gradually came down from her high.
The anger had abated, and she found herself both pleased and excited. "Very impressive display, Agent Booth."
"I'm just getting started."
She believed him. He was still gliding inside her.
Her tongue darted out and touched his moist, hot skin. He tasted like... for the first time, the name Seeley seemed to fit. She didn't understand this unbidden thought, it made no sense, but took a long and open-mouthed kiss to explore the name.
Brennan finally slipped from his arms and let her feet hit the floor with a thwup. The fact of her partner stiff and bare in her hallway, ferociously desirous of her, hit her hard and she willed her knees to remain steady as she took his hand and pulled him behind her into the bedroom.
Booth's brain didn't bother to process the situation and he nearly tripped over the pants around his ankles in his eagerness to follow. Perfect, Seel. Fall and break your neck in the middle of mind-blowing sex. The slacks were gone in seconds and he was right behind her in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt. Booth took her hips and steered them in the direction of the bed, but she swiveled and put both hands on his beating chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. She pushed him to the corner until he collapsed into a waiting armchair.
Standing before him thrilled her. The sight of his erection was exhilarating, and her heart swelled with the thought that he was responding to her. But she felt a more intimate blaze in her stomach when she began removing her jewelry and let her fingers dance to the hem of her top. Booth's gaze never faltered while she removed her shirt and bra, but his breath seemed to hitch and weave with her movements. He tried a couple times to stand and assist, but she pushed him back down. Once her chest was bare, she took the time to cup her vibrant breasts.
The feel of her fingers on her nipples almost carried her away as the gauzy fabric of her skirt swayed against her smooth legs. Booth's sharp breath brought her back to the ravenous look in his eyes. Her fingers dove and inched the skirt down her hips. Silently, it fell to the floor and she stepped one, two feet out of the pool of fabric towards the man in the chair. His hypnotic sepia pools drew her in and she found herself straddling him before she even realized it.
His hands fell to the round of her hips, grasped her firm cheeks. Brennan lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. The groan of appreciation that followed could have come from either one of them; her wetness was beginning to drive him out of his mind again and his presence inside her was already stoking the fires that hadn't had time to die out since the hallway.
With a smile, Brennan realized that for the first time, neither of them had to worry about taking it easy. This could actually be the opportunity to make good on Booth's promise of 'screaming his name all night.' Of course, she planned to insist that he do some vocalizing of his own. The freedom to be as athletic as she wanted filled her chest with excitement and she began to move on top of him. She bounced, her stomach worked itself into a frenzy as her whole body joined in on the action; those muscles not concerned with the movement were focused on connecting with his torso, his head, his face. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and nipped at it with her teeth.
He knew that his Bones would rarely be one to be passive in a sexual situation, but Booth had not been prepared for this onslaught. It was her retort to his bold assertion in the hall. When she eventually brought her feet to stand aside his hips and crouched down into his lap, sliding tightly around his shaft, he cried her name and held on as long as he could before surging powerfully within her. He throbbed when she followed right after, crying aloud, singing her ecstasy to him.
To the neighbors too, if her volume was any indication.
The hands on her ticking clock spun around several times before either spoke. "Ohhh, baby," he moaned to her finally as they let their hands meander, languid in the wake of their orgasms.
Brennan grunted in his chest halfheartedly. "Don't," she sighed contentedly, "call me baby."
"Mmmhmm."
Booth enjoyed the pleasant relaxation of his arms around her while she melted against his chest, resting with her knees drawn on either side of his hips. "Our pad khing is getting cold."
"That's what the microwave is for," she mumbled. It was a few minutes later when she sighed again, "Damn. Now you've got me thinking about Thai food. Let's go eat."
"Okay."
Neither moved.
"Come on, Bones. You're kinda in the position to move first."
"Mmmhmm."
Booth heaved a great sigh and wrapped one arm beneath her ass. With satisfactorily masked difficulty, he stood, still holding her, and let her slip until her feet touched the ground.
She grinned at him. "I like getting up that way."
"Well, of course you do. I have to do all the work."
She shrugged, passed him some flannel pants, and donned a robe before heading back out to eat. If they were only at the beginning of their evening, they'd have to fuel up.
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