AN: Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe I DID IT! I FINALLY WROTE A NEW CHAPTER! Basketball season is OVER, and now writing season is just beginning. I finally went to my aunt's for a Bones weekend, and I am currently watching Season 4, and as I expected I finished a new chapter. But you know what's even better, I have ideas for a part of the next chapter. The Sex part, I dunno, but cute and funny BB moments I have covered.
Which also means, HAND OVER THE PUBLIC SEX IDEAS PEOPLE! FOR REAL!
I want to thank Brennanite for giving me this one, xD I found it very amusing, and I'm sure you guys will too. :D
Booth grumbled as his alarm sounded and he was forced to open his eyes. He slammed his hand, harder than usual, on the poor piece of plastic, and the sound seemed to echo from the bed side table. He sat up and swung his legs over the bed, slouching and resting his face in his hands, groaning in disapproval as the usual early morning fatigue slapped him hard in the face.
The bed creaked gently, and her hands pressed into his shoulders, her 'magic knuckles' kneading gently into his tensed muscles as her smooth lips pressed against the nape of his neck. He groaned again, this time not in disapproval, as he straightened and his hands fisted the sheets under them.
"Isn't it a little early to start teasing me?" he asked, his voice husky with arousal, as he tried not to focus on her bare chest pressing against his back.
Her hands roamed over his shoulders and she rose on her knees, draping her arms around his neck and leaning forward to place gentle lingering kisses against his stubble covered cheeks.
"Who said anything about teasing?" she asked quietly, her hushed voice making his erection even more pronounced.
"You did," Booth assured, not knowing exactly why he was arguing with her.
"Mmm, there is one thing that you need to remember when I'm doing a project with you," Brennan said, her hair tickling his chest as she rested her chin on his muscles shoulder "If I make the rules," she started, her arms remaining around his neck as he turned and faced her "I make the exceptions."
Booth laughed and shook his head, that siren smile of hers got him every time, and he couldn't help but smile and she laughed and tightened her arms around his neck, her mouth clashing with his, as he pressed her down against their array of pillows, and her legs came to circle his waist.
*****
Angela smiled and slid to Brennan's side as she finally decided to come into the Jeffersonian. "Ah, the after sex glow," she said with a smile, laughing as Brennan quickly looked at her, and then started laughing. "But what I don't understand is, I thought you banned Booth from the bedroom romp."
"I don't know what that means," Brennan stated simply "But he had the same concern."
"Well, obviously the concern didn't matter," Angela said "Unless you guys caught the loop hole in the situation and he fucked you against the wall or something."
"Not this time," Brennan said with a smile, walking into her office, and sitting her laptop case on her desk. "I told him that if I make the rules, I can make exceptions, and that was enough for him."
"Well yeah," Angela said, placing her hand out and taking her friend's coat, placing it on the coat stand and grabbing her blue lab coat "You can tell the epiphanal moment for you two. One second you say his name and he bites your head off, the next he's as calm as a stoner, but without the cookies."
"What is it with you and stoned guys cookies?" Brennan asked, taking her lab coat and sliding it easily onto her shoulders.
"Oh sweetie, if only you could be in that world, every food substance tastes amazing," Angela said, in awe.
"I was in that world, with you, on methamphetamine, and now that I look back on it, I felt like I would imagine people of average intelligence feel all the time, like when I was put on pain medication for my various injuries throughout my time," Brennan ranted on, bringing her hands under her hair and pulling it out of her collar.
"Well I guess that's how it feels for geniuses, but when you have normal intelligence, the trip is always fun," Angela said, "Ah, the memories of high school."
Brennan laughed and shook her head, pulling her hair up and walking out to the platform, a skeleton already set out for her, Daisy Wick placing the bones gently on the stainless steel table.
"Cam!" Angela yelled from behind Brennan, running up the platform steps before her best friend "Don't stoned guys have good cookies?"
"Mm, hell yes," Cam said, her voice holding its usual professionalism, which made Brennan laugh just a little bit harder.
*****
"So why exactly are we letting Sweets conduct this interrogation?" Brennan asked, following after Booth into the back room.
'Because I can't concentrate worth shit when you're wearing that skirt,' he hissed in his mind, his eyes roaming over her again as she was turned, his eyes rising to the heavens when she turned and his eyes immediately fell to her breasts.
"Booth?" Brennan asked, a small smirk quirking at her lips.
"We're letting Sweets do this because the suspect has problems with cops," Booth huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest and staring straight forward, trying not to concentrate on his partner's seductress form.
Brennan smiled and puffed her chest out proud, smiling at his obvious arousal to her, and biting her lip as his whole body was tense and mechanic while he turned on the sound system, and waited for Sweets to come in.
Sweets opened the door and pressed the hearing system into his ear, looking to the one way mirror quickly before sitting in front of the suspect, his body relaxed, as his greasy hair fell around his shoulders and his boots where perched on the table.
"Who are you?" the man asked quickly, his face smug as his arms crossed over his chest.
"I'm Dr. Lance Sweets, I'm a psychologist for the FBI," Sweets introduced, sitting down and clasping his hands together in front of him.
"I don't need to be hassled by no kid shrink," he growled, downing the water in front of him easily.
"I'm not here to hassle you, I'm just here to ask you a few questions. Like, what did you think about Rebecca Hinerman?" Sweets asked, mocking his form and leaning back casually.
"I thought that she was a beautiful woman, she was sweet, and caring, and she shouldn't have died the way she did," the suspect choked out, tears welling in his eyes.
"That's interesting…" Sweets trailed off "It seems-"
Booth's back straightened when the sound feed was cut off, and his hand reached out to toy with the sound board in front of them, but a tender hand curled around his wrist, and he gasped when he found himself pushed against the door, with her body pressed into him.
"Bones, what are you-"
"You know, I was scared," she whispered huskily "That if we made love when we woke up, your lust for me would have been satiated for the day," speaking as her fingers resting on his thigh and ran up the soft material of his pants, until her fingers climbed over the prominent bulge in his crotch "But I see I was wrong."
"Babe, you know it would be impossible for me to not want you," he growled, his head falling back as he groaned and pressed into her hand.
She smiled slyly and moved her hand away, far enough so that he couldn't press himself into her, her teeth coming to bite her lip as he growled. "You know, I'm proud of you," she whispered, stepping forward so that her body was pressed flush to his, and her lips moved against his ear.
"And why is that?" he asked huskily, his hands released from her grasp, and relocating to her lower back.
"You seem quite comfortable with our...plans…for today," she whispered, her fingers running over his shoulders and chest, her hands coming to press into his side, rolling seductively up his chest to slide his jacket down his arms.
"Well, it is a one way mirror," he murmured, pulling her closer and descending his lips to the pulse at her neck.
Her arms wrapped tight around his neck, and her head moved to the side slightly, giving him better access to her neck, as pleasure heated her veins and her nails ran along the nape of his neck, her lips moving, and her voice coming out quietly. "You can still see them though."
He smiled devilishly, and bit gently into her neck, smiling as her nails dug deeper into his skin and a soft whimper left her lips, his arms tightening around her back and lifting her off her heels before turning her so that her back was pressed firmly to the door. "I won't be looking at them; I have a much more beautiful sight right in front of me."
She purred softly with a smile and ran her fingers through his hair, scraping her nails against the crescents left in his neck "I very much like your thinking Agent Booth," she whispered huskily into his ear, her tongue darting out to lick the shell, her mind whirling, and her heart pressed hard against her chest, as something much more pleasurable pressed into her throbbing core.
"And I very much like you, Dr. Brennan," he said with a sly smirk, matching her tone and closing his eyes, holding her to him and pressing harder into her hips, a smile on her lips as she moaned softly into his ear, and her breath came in out pants.
His hands ran up her smooth legs, and her skirt bunched against his wrists, smiling as his lips ran across her color bone, and her porcelain skin tinted a soft pink from arousal. His smile widening as his lips ran down the strip of skin revealed by her shirt and her chest fluttered against his lips.
Her teeth chewed her lip hard as his fingers unbuttoned her shirt, his hands running over her full breasts and pulling her small bra down far enough for him to place a gentle kiss on her straining nipples, his hands clamping on her hips as she cried out in pleasure.
"Ssh kitten," he teased with a smile "People can hear us on the other side of this door."
"Well than shut me up," she hissed seductively, her hands resting on his cheeks lovingly, "And hurry, Sweets is almost done."
He smiled and leaned forward, kissing her gently on the lips, as his fingers hooked in her panties, and pulled them down her legs, slipping them away from her completely and letting them drop to the floor as her hands worked to undo his belt and slide his pants down, with his boxers.
He pulled her away from the door a fraction, holding her tight to his chest and kissing her deeply before pushing his hips forward and easily sliding into her, stretching her around him and swallowing her harsh gasp.
"Ooh," she murmured against his lips, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders and burying her face deep in his neck.
He held her and propelled into her, first slowly, then quicker, his arm tight around her legs as he gently sucked on her neck and ran his fingers through her hair, cradling her in his arms as his hips moved faster and faster and her face pressed further into his neck, muffling her moans as her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Oh my gorgeous angel," he whispered against her hair, panting into her ear "You drive me crazy," he growled, shoving her back against the door, and holding her hips as he propelled hard into her, covering her mouth with his lips as her mouth opened to scream in ecstasy, and her walls fluttered around him as he felt her near her breaking point.
"Come on baby," he growled against her lips "Come for me."
She kissed him deeply and wrapped her arms around him tightly, screaming into his neck as her legs tightened around him and she broke in his arms, her body going limp as he breathed into her hair and propelled his hips forward one last time, exploding inside her and leaning hard against the door to keep himself from falling to the ground.
She smiled and kissed his cheek lovingly, looking up and seeing Sweets move towards the door "Shit," she growled with a smile, laughing and gently pushing him away "Hurry, get dressed," she ordered.
He laughed and quickly straightened his tie, pulled up his pants, and tucked his shirt in, sliding his jacket over his shoulders and using the monitors as a mirror, pushing down his 'sex hair' and checking Brennan as Sweets exited the interrogation room.
Brennan pulled her hair up quickly and unlocked the door, looking down and seeing her panties on the floor, cursing and grabbing them quickly, shoving them into Booth's jacket pocket quickly.
"What the-?" he asked, before looking up at Sweets.
"So what do you guys think?" he asked, his hands stretched out questioningly.
"Well-," Brennan started, looking up at Booth, biting her lip gently.
"We trust your judgment Sweets," he said, looking at Brennan and walking forward, clapping Sweets over the shoulder before striding down the hallway, with Brennan at his side.
"But, guys, what a-," he stuttered, dazed and confused as their fleeting figures disappeared.
Me: God I haven't written one of these for a while.
Booth: Yeah you're failing at your job.
Me: YOU KNOW WHAT! SHUT UP! YOU HAVEN'T DONE YOUR JOB FOR OVER A MONTH!
Booth: You havan't done yours for almost 3.
Me: -.- fuck you man, fuck you!
