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Extremely short chapter. Last notice: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE RATED M!

Chapter Eight: Pickle?

Bones stopped talking when Booth's lips touched the welts. She was frozen, not able to move at all. His lips slowly moved over each welt, leaving a damp trail behind them. Her breathing was hitched, her heart trying to crawl out of her throat.

Yessss…. The naughty part of her brain whispered softly. Bones hated herself; she mostly agreed. Then, a flood of anger welled over her. Who the hell did Booth think he was, doing this?

Her hand dropped to his hair. His eyes were closed as he slowly kissed her stomach over and over. She knotted her hand in his short brown hair and whipped his head back.

"Jeez!" Booth yelped.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Bones hissed slowly.

Booth looked up at her. Even royally pissed off and about to seriously kick his ass, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"They feel better now, don't they?" Booth gasped out. What kind of hold did she have on his head? Whatever it was, it hurt…a lot.

Bones opened her mouth to reply, but stopped.

Fuck. They did feel better.

You know you want him sweetie…

SHUT UP!

Booth looked up at her, a smug, slightly triumphant gleam in his eyes. He had her now. With a snarl, Bones released his hair and shoved him backwards. He hit his towel and froze, not sure what she was going to do next.

But she was gone; running for the condo.

Shit! That's the second time she's run from me!

Well, go get her Romeo.

Booth lunged to his feet and took off after her.

BONES

Bones threw her underwear in her suitcase. She couldn't handle it anymore. His teasing, his flirting.

That wonderful body…

She had woken up more than once covered in sweat because of dreams involving him. Even if she didn't want to admit it to herself.

"Bones…"

She spun, a pair of sandals in her hand. "What?"

He took two steps forward and pinned her against the wall; one arm on either side of her body. She could get away whenever she wanted…but she wasn't moving.

"I'm tired of this game, Temperance. Tired of it."

"What game would that be?"

"This. Me, you, us. I'm tired of pretending I don't feel anything," at this, he pressed himself closer to her. She could easily feel his erection pressing into her stomach.

"That I don't feel this," he hissed softly. Bones' sandals slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a resounding thud.

Bones just looked at him. The room was thrown into an orange light from the nearly set sun. Booth's eyes were blazing with anger, desire…and something else…what was it?

The lights automatically came on. They still stood there, neither one moving and the only sound was the sound of their heavy breathing.

Bones opened her mouth. "Isn't there a cultural saying about this? Something to do with pickles?"

Booth looked down at her in amazement. This woman, trapped between the wall and his aroused body, still thinking instead of feeling. However, Booth did know what she meant, and he was intent on getting it out of her.

"Saying about what, Bones?" he asked.

Bones looked at him and scowled. "You know."

"C'mon Dr. Brennan…maybe I need a diagnoses."

Hmmm…she goes from wanting to kill you to bantering about pickles?

Maybe she wants this too…God I hope so.

"Your penis. Isn't there a saying involving pickles?"

Booth couldn't help it; he started laughing. Only Bones would say that.

"Yeah, the saying is…'Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me," he replied, his eyes dancing with laughter.

"Oh." She paused, and then looked him directly in the eyes.

"Is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

BONES

A sly grin spread over Booth's face. "And what would you say if I said I was happy to see you?"

"I would-" she stopped talking as the power was suddenly cut and they were plunged into darkness. Neither moved, slowly allowing their eyes to adjust to the dark. With the full moon outside, the room slowly began to glow silver.

"I swear, if Jaspar did that, I'll kill him," Booth muttered. Bones smiled briefly. He looked back down at her. "You were saying?"

She took a deep breath and looked him in his moon reflected eyes.

"Are you going to kiss me or what?"

AN: Sorry it's so short, and maybe a little OOC, but we know she wants it, and we know it would happen.