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Inside Out—Love and Theft
Brennan was leaning against the bar, ordering a drink. Booth walked behind her, his arms going casually on either side of her to settle on the counter. The action kept her effectively caged between himself and the bar.
"Bones," he whispered in her ear. "Let's get out of here."
"We can't." Brennan's head tilted. "We've just arrived."
"Don't care," Booth murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "Not even a little bit."
Brennan squirmed as she cast a worried glance behind her. "What are you doing?" she asked quietly. "Everyone is right over there."
He glanced back too, across the crowded bar where the entire squint squad was gathered at a table. "Bones, what are the odds that Angela hasn't told everyone by now?"
"No, Booth," Brennan defended, "she promised to keep it to herself until we were ready to inform the rest of the team of the change in our relationship."
"Yeah," he said dubiously. "I'm betting she told Hodgins."
"Perhaps," Brennan conceded.
"You know what? I don't care about who knows and who doesn't." Booth's hands landed at her waist. "I care about getting you out of here and kissing you every damn where."
A slight shiver wracked her and her head turned a little to make it easier for his lips to brush her jaw. "I want to kiss you too," she confessed huskily.
"Then let's go, Bones." His fingers hooked on her belt loops and he tugged slightly. "Let's get the hell out of here."
Brennan canceled her drink order and when they went to say goodbye to everyone else, Angela gave them a smirk.
"You guys are heading out?" Sweets said with a slight frown. "It's kinda early."
"Yeah, well, long day," Booth shot with a steely look.
"I'm very tired," Brennan added.
Before anyone else could question their early departure, he hustled them out of there.
As soon as they were in the car, Booth reached out, wound a hand in her hair and crushed his lips to hers. His tongue tangled with hers, lips meshing together. When they pulled apart, they were both breathing hard.
"My apartment or yours?" Brennan inquired huskily.
"Doesn't matter." Booth calculated time and distance. "Yours is closer."
It wasn't a very long drive at all to Brennan's apartment, but Booth still couldn't help sneaking glances at her. There was something so sensual about her primly crossed legs and her lush, kiss-swollen lips.
When he parked the car and shut the ignition, Booth couldn't help but reach for her again. "C'mere." He leaned over the car's center console, curled his fingers around her nape and captured her pink lips again. "God, I can't get enough of you, Bones."
She moaned oh so softly into his mouth and it made him crazed. He ran a hand over her front, cupping one full breast. She pushed into him, struggled to get closer. His hand moved down, closed around one jean-clad thigh. When her mouth landed on his neck and she licked and sucked at him, his grip went nearly white-knuckled.
"You taste so good," she rasped into his ear.
Booth groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as his mouth peppered kisses all over her face. "I can't wait to get you upstairs and get these tight jeans off you," he murmured against her lips. "But I can't seem to stop kissing you long enough to get out of here."
She smiled against his mouth. "Touch me, Booth."
"Bones," he groaned, but his fingers traced up the seam of her jeans until he was pressing between her thighs.
She moaned loudly, biting sharply on his bottom lip and then soothing the sting with her tongue. He applied pressure through her jeans and she rocked against his fingers, her breathing becoming more and more shallow. Brennan said his name in breathy little pants and his heartbeat seemed to be beating in that same hectic rhythm.
"I want you," Booth husked out. "Want you so much."
He couldn't wait to strip her slowly and touch her everywhere. Her pants were going to be the first to go, Booth decided in a haze of lust and need. As soon as he had her behind closed doors, he was turning those sexy blue jeans inside out.