AN: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! Like, some of you have seen, (or not) I finished my chapter for my story I'm doing with Brennanite (The Things We Hide) and I promised, or well, I supposed just said, that I would most likely finish this chapter today if I buckled down, and guess what I did? I BUCKLED DOWN! WHOOOOP! And here we go! Day 2 of our Public Love Fests xD Hehehe, gotta love the dirty Booth and Brennan or as my lovely co writer, Brennanite47 says "BLOW-JOB TIME IN THE BUREAU! ANTHROPOLOGISTS GONE WILD!" xD LMFAO
March 6, 2010: Wow, reading that author's note I feel like a FAIIILUUUREEE! XD But Hey, I'm up at 12:12 (:D) revising these chapters for you guys so you can understand what the hell I'm saying. If I can work hard, I bet I can knock off all of these chapters, and probably post 1 or 2 new chapters. I'm slowly working up people!
"Mmm," Booth groaned, stretching his arms over his head before falling onto the bed, his head landing in Brennan's lap gently. "I'm so glad this week is almost over," he murmured, his eyes closing lazily as her fingers ran through his wet hair.
"Why?" Brennan asked, her eyes still lowered to the words printed in the book resting in her hand.
"Relaxation Bones," Booth said with a smile, turning his head and placing a light kiss on the inside of her wrist.
"We'll still have stuff we need to do this weekend Booth," Brennan said with a smile, closing her book and placing it on her bed side table.
"Mm, but the stuff of which you speak of is the stuff that I will never get tired of," Booth said with a sly smile, kissing her fingertips when they passed over his lips.
"You can't know that," Brennan stated simply, her fingers resting on his freshly shaven cheek.
Booth smiled and pulled himself up. He leaned forward on his hip and placed his hands on either side of her waist, hovering over her slightly as he whispered to her in a husky tone.
"I admit you don't always know what the future has in store, but sometimes you do. Temperance you're it for me," he whispered, pulling her left hand up into his, and turning the back of her hand towards her "You are the only woman I proposed to with this ring, because I know that you are the rest of my life. Rebecca wasn't offered this ring, and no one else will be offered this ring by my hand. I'll never be sick of you, of any part of you," he stressed, smiling evilly as he brought her knuckles to his lips.
"What about-" Brennan began, but gasped when his finger came and pressed against her lips.
"No," he whispered "Whatever happens between us, I will always love you, I will always want you, and I will always need you. Got it?"
"I suppose," Brennan answered "but only because I'm too tired to continue this argument."
"Smart woman," Booth said with a smile, kissing her forehead gently and sliding under the covers as she adjusted herself and rolled onto her shoulder, turning her bed side lamp off, and gasping when she turned over and came nose to nose with Booth.
"I have a dark quality that women find scary but insanely sexy at the same time," Booth said with a smile that Brennan easily outlined in the dark.
"You're such a philistine," Brennan whispered challengingly.
"Well, you are…a really big word for smug," Booth countered, smiling when she chuckled softly into the darkness.
"What billingsgate," Brennan said dramatically.
"What the hell is that?" Booth asked.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out," Brennan said with a smile, turning on her side and snuggling into her pillow.
"What if I said you are the most beautiful woman in the world, who is by far smarter than I, and shows it in very modest ways?" Booth asked, leaning his head on her shoulder as he whispered into her ear.
"Then I would say you were a sycophant," Brennan said with a smile.
"God you hurt my head," Booth muttered, rolling onto his back and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"Delve in the torture that is lucubration," Brennan said with a smile, giggling when he groaned, leaned over, kissed her shoulder, muttered good night, and rolled back onto his side.
*****
'Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me, please,' Booth chanted to himself as he resisted the urge to slam his head against the nearest sharp object. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes, ignoring the fact that the piles of finished files far surpassed the pile of unfinished files.
Maybe it was God's way of smiting him for having sex with his gorgeous and incredibly captivating fiancée in their work environment, or maybe life just hated him to the point that the second he walked through the FBI doors, Cullen attacked him and told him to get to work ASAP.
Speaking of his gorgeous and captivating fiancée, Booth hadn't seen her, or talked to her since that morning, being too swamped with work to notice that the clock said '2:03,' in the afternoon, and that said woman on his mind was striding down the hall and into his office.
She smiled gently and closed his office door, walking over to him, and sitting in his lap, kissing him gently before resting her head on his shoulder "Busy today?" she asked quietly.
Booth smiled, wrapping his arms tight around her as he nodded and rubbed his temple gently "Yeah, I got ransacked the second I stepped into this place," he said "I'm sorry, I meant to come pick you up for lunch, but I lost track of time."
"I realized that when I looked up and it was a little past 1:30," Brennan said gently, laughing quietly, as she straightened and shifted her position so she was straddling his waist. "I noticed, this morning, that you seemed tenser, than normal," she whispered, kissing under his ear gently "You miss our early morning love making sessions don't you?"
Booth groaned, and ran his fingers into her soft auburn hair "Hell yes," he grunted "Making love to you the moment I wake up made my day perfect, no matter what happened."
"But now you wake up with the anticipation of when I'm going to show up and give you what you want," Brennan teased, running her fingers over the crotch of his pants gently.
Booth's eyes widened in realization and he shook his head "Not here," he whispered, "Not now."
"Why not?" Brennan asked quietly, ducking her head and flicking her tongue against his neck gently, before she sucked his skin in for a gentle kiss that she knew drove him crazy.
And sure enough his head fell back and he released an uninhibited moan, snapping his head back up quickly and wrapping his hands around her face, pulling her back so he could look her in the eyes "Because I don't think it's a good idea."
"You never do," Brennan pointed out with a grin, bringing her hands up and holding his wrists, removing his hands from her face so she could lean forward and press her lips to his.
"Mmm," he muttered against her lips, his mouth opening slightly to hers as she pressed his hands back and the chair reclined backwards. He stopped her, and righted the chair, his hand held in front of her chest "Bones," he warned "It was different in your office, at night, when most people were gone," he said, emphasizing 'most.' "But right now, it's like a bee hive. Everyone is here, and everyone is trying to knock out the rest of the work they have so they can buzz on home."
Brennan sighed and stood up, walking over to the door and pulling down the blinds, blocking the view from outside. "Any better?" she asked, walking back over to him and leaning against the edge of his desk, pulling her towards him and resting her hands gently on his shoulders.
"Not unless someone walks in," Booth said, his fingers nervously tapping at her hips.
Brennan smiled evilly "Now, that," she said, "Can be easily evaded, because what I plan on doing," she said, pushing him back and sinking to her knees "Can be hidden."
"Oh god Bones," Booth said, unable to describe his feeling, finding himself caught between surprise and incredible arousal.
"Ssh," she whispered, resting her head on her arms, crossed over his legs "Just, work on your paperwork, and I, will take care of you," she said, sitting back on her heels under his desk, and pulling him closer to her, reaching up and unzipping his pants, pulling out his engorged erection, and rubbing her thumb in circles over the head.
Booth gasped, his hips jerking forward, his hand shooting out and grabbing the ball he squeezed when he was stressed, clenching it hard in his hand as he fought moaning in pleasure as her lips gently pressed against the slightly moistened slit.
"Paperwork," Brennan whispered gently, running her fingers down his leg, as she kissed down his shaft, her tongue flicking against the straining skin, while a smile stretched across her face, his tensing muscles an obvious sign of denied pleasure.
"Booth!" a voice boomed, followed by a knock at the door.
"Oh dammit," Booth groaned, moaning softly as Brennan took an inch of him into her mouth.
Brennan ran her fingers down his leg again, telling him to focus on something else, and he took the hint. He opened a file, and squeezed the squishy ball repeatedly as he tried concentrating on the words in front of him.
"Come in," he called, his voice cracking as Brennan's tongue swirled around his penis.
Director Hacker opened the door and peered his head in, and Booth couldn't help but smile, amused, considering his current situation. He knew the poor bastard had a crush on his Bones, but seeing as how he was the one with her gorgeous mouth on his cock, he couldn't help but find the situation funny.
"Agent Booth," Hacker said, walking in almost timidly "Have you finished the files Cullen and I gave you?"
Booth squeezed the toy hard as he fought jerking forward when she took all of him in her mouth, and slowly brought her mouth down his erection. "Uh, some of them," he stuttered, his amused feeling before, dissolving into a pure pleasured lust.
"Which one are you working on now?" Hacker ventured.
"Harrison," Booth said simply, biting his lip as he slowly wrote his name in the space needed, making sure he kept his hand steady as Brennan sucked him slowly in and out of her mouth, her hand working a soft circular motion at his base.
"How many more do you have?" Hacker asked quietly.
"I'm not sure Sir," Booth answered, knowing that Hacker thought he was squeezing the toy because he was irritated. 'Quite the contrary,' Booth thought, a smug smile hinting at his lips.
Her mouth worked quicker, her nails scraping gently against his base as her hand fell to his thigh, and her fingers massaged the muscled trench behind his knee, doubling the pleasure and making his cock twitch.
"Ok," Hacker said, clapping his hands together and pointing to the files he assumed where finished "I will take those from you if you like."
Booth nodded, biting his lip and handing them to his boss, as he felt his orgasm building, his only thoughts being to get Hacker the hell out of his office.
Hacker nodded, muttering "Yeah," and tapping the folders against his hand as he moved towards the door, but against Booth's relief, turned around and pointed the files at Booth.
"I'm sure you already know this, but you will be representing the FBI liaison at the Jeffersonian Ball next week," Hacker said, his voice desperately trying to be demanding.
"I know," Booth grunted "Bones already asked me to go."
"Right," Hacker muttered, his hand falling as the corner of his lips curled in a 'goodbye,' smile and he left Booth's office.
Booth sighed and pushed away from his desk, his hands threading in Brennan's hair and propelling her forward, her eyes devilishly tinted as she met his gaze, and scraped her teeth gently up his cock, throwing Booth head first over the edge, as his hips jerked and his arm rose to cover his mouth as he muffled his loud moan and he poured himself into Brennan's mouth.
She smiled and drank him dry, licking her lips and kissing his softening penis before she situated his pants and made him presentable, resting her hands on his hips as she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"God I love you," he muttered, cupping her neck as his tongue curled in her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue.
She smiled "I know," she said simply, pulling away to look at her watch "Well, I should be getting back to work."
Booth sighed and pouted gently "But I don't want you to go."
Brennan laughed and rested her hand lovingly on the back of his neck "I have skeletons I need to identify, and you have paperwork to finish."
Booth grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting out his lip further.
Brennan laughed and leaned forward, kissing him slowly and passionately, her kiss leaving him stunned, and smiling.
"I love you," she said gently, kissing him again quickly before she straightened and headed for the door "Call me, when you're on your way to get me."
Booth chuckled and nodded "Ok, I love you," he said again, smiling as she pulled his blinds up and wove, before retreating down the hallway.
Booth's eyes fell back down to his paperwork, his pen bouncing between his fingers, as Booth found his thoughts traveling to his favorite anthropologist often, smirking at the thought that the woman was still a distraction to him.
'The best damn distraction if I do say so myself,' Booth thought to himself, as he glanced up and looked at the pictures of her on his desk, the smile on his face permanent for the rest of the day.
Me: HEY BOOTH!?
Booth: Huh?
Me: Have you noticed, that one of the first cases you worked with Brennan, you were getting naked with her?
Booth: *now paying attention* What?
Me: When you worked that fallout shelter case, and you had to drop pants for that shot, man you guys weren't even working together for long and you two were getting naked.
Booth: O.O...Whoa. You're right.
Me: *holds heart in fake love drunk ness* It was meant from the start *fake tears*
Brennan: *evil glare* I hate these conversations, you two act ages far under your own.
Me: *smile* So, Brennan, tell me what you think about this new nuerological discovery.
Brennan: *lights up* Finding the link between protein transport and mouse spinal chord development? It's an amazing step forward, to preventing and or correcting spinal defects.
