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A/n: It's December! Which means 25 days of smut! Or at the very least 25 days of BB fun. Pal Dispatch and I are gonna do our best to bring you BB fun, fluff and smut over the next month so hope you'll be reading. :)

Prompted: Booth, boxers.

Boxers

Barefoot, she walked quietly across the bedroom and then came to a sudden stop.

Her gaze strayed to the bed where Booth was still sleeping. He turned with a little sleepy sound, the sheets sliding off to reveal his bare chest and the edge of his boxers. His breathing was even and Brennan found she was quite entranced with the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. Her fingers suddenly itched to stroke along the smooth, defined plane.

He had one arm over his head, wrist up and the tattoo there was ridiculously alluring. Everything about him was appealing to her. With a few steps, Brennan was beside the bed and almost without thought, she fingered the sheet draped around his hip and dragged it the rest of the way off. She had to grin at the boxers he was wearing; they were covered in little skulls inside hearts. She had bought them for him for Valentine's Day. He always grinned at her suggestively whenever he pulled them out of the dresser drawer and she knew it was because she'd confessed that she found it sexy when he wore them.

Reaching out, Brennan ran a fingertip over the elastic band, the touch so light he didn't even stir. Her eyes focused on the way the front of the boxers were slightly tented and her nipples beaded beneath her blouse. She could so easily imagine climbing on top of him and rubbing against that enticing bulge and making him all the way hard and primed.

A delicious shiver raced through her and warmth pooled between her thighs. She glanced at the bedside clock and frowned. It was almost seven thirty. It would normally be too early to be up and dressed and ready to head out of the house on a Saturday morning, but she had a breakfast meeting with her editor at eight. Except, Brennan had learned that arousal did not go hand in hand with concentration and she just knew she would spend her entire meeting thinking of Booth in their bed, sleepy and warm and in nothing but those boxers.

"Oh, damn it," she groaned and unbuttoned her blouse. She draped the garment carefully over a chair. Bra was unhooked next and placed on top of the blouse. With a considering look, Brennan glanced down. She calculated whether it was worth removing the skirt too and ended up just hitching it up and slipping off her panties. Straddling him with nothing but her skirt hiked around her waist was oddly erotic and she crushed her breasts to his chest and ground against him. "Wake up," she whispered with a nip to his ear.

It took Booth a moment to realize that the warm weight on his chest was not a dream, but rather his naked wife on top of him. "Bones," he slurred her name, his brain still half asleep. "W-h—what's going on?"

"I want you," she replied breathily, hips rotating firmly against the hardening bulge behind his boxers. "You have to wake up now." Her lips moved over his neck, sucked hard enough to convey her urgency. "I have to be out of here in fifteen minutes."

"I'm …uh… half asleep and you want me on the clock." Automatically, his hands slid down her back and to her hips and he realized she wasn't as naked as he'd thought. "You have a skirt on," he noted inanely, his brain still not fully engaged.

"Yes." Brennan nodded, rocking harder, her body going soft and warm and wet as she rubbed herself against his boxer-covered erection. "Sorry about the clock," she murmured, fingernails raking gently over his chest. "I'll make it up to you later."

Booth smiled sleepily. "You will?"

"Yes." She peppered fast, hot kisses over his jaw and slipped one hand beneath the elastic of his boxers. "Mmm…well, at least one part of you is awake."

She cupped him and rubbed his bare cock. Booth had to groan. "Fuck, that's good." Of their own volition, his hips rocked upwards into her touch. "Bones…shit, oh god…" His moan was loud and hoarse. "God, you are in a hurry."

"Mmm-mm," she grinned against his mouth, sliding her tongue in and out, a clear mimic of what she wanted. "I'm gonna fuck you, Booth." Brennan snapped his boxers down to his thighs and slid swiftly down his cock. "Ohhhhhh, yes."

He fisted her tangled skirt and rocked up as best as possible. "Bones…" Her hands braced on his shoulders and she was riding him so hard and fast he felt nearly dizzy. "Bones," he gasped out, his breath panting out faster and faster, almost in rhythm with her rocking hips. She buried her face against his throat as she picked up speed and her fingernails dug into his skin. Booth was in a haze of arousal and sleep, but he definitely felt the edge of teeth when she shuddered, clamping so tightly around him, he shot his load without even realizing he was coming.

She collapsed on him, her cheek on his chest and her hectic breathing blowing over his skin. Booth laughed weakly, feeling half-dazed. "Holy shit, babe." Fingertips brushed lightly over her spine. "Best wake-up call ever."

Brennan laughed and then forced herself to stir from her relaxed position on top of him. "Damn it, I have to go."

She rolled off him and Booth watched her put herself back together. He snapped his boxers back in place and put his hands behind his head. Nothing could beat watching her take her clothes off, but watching her put them back on after she'd had her way with him was sexy as hell.

She tucked her blouse neatly in her skirt, brushed down the material. She slipped on heels and quickly ran a brush over her hair. When she grabbed her purse, Booth straightened a little on the bed. "Hey," he called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Brennan turned. "What?"

His brows raised meaningfully. "Um, panties?" He'd been watching her without hardly even blinking and the skirt had been smoothed out, the bra and blouse slipped on, but her panties were still gracing the bedroom floor.

Her smile was oh so naughty. "If you're still sleeping when I get back, I'm waking you up again."

"You cannot be serious." His eyes raked her possessively. "You're naked under that skirt."

"I'll be back soon," she said instead. "Believe me."

"Bones…" he groaned.

"Hey, Booth." Her smile was wide and full of fun as her eyes trailed over his frame. "I like those boxers."

The door closed behind her and he flopped back down to the bed. Great. His beautiful wife was out there, naked underneath her form-fitting skirt. Shit, not just naked, but probably still warm and wet from fucking his brains out. Booth groaned, realizing he was getting turned on just thinking about it.

He reached for his phone and shot her a text.

-x-

Me and my boxers need you back here asap. I mean it, Bones.

"Temperance?" Her editor's voice had Brennan's gaze shooting up. "Did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes." Her phone went back inside her purse and she rose smoothly to her feet. "The deadline's fine. Please make the changes we discussed to the contract and fax it to my lawyer's office."

"I …well…okay."

Brennan gave her editor a mega-watt smile. "Have a great weekend."