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Thank you to all of you who reviewed to say that I should work on my confidence. I definitely will. This one is a little more intense than the last, but I hope you will enjoy it.
"You didn't even call me!"
"You were sick, Bones."
Temperance Brennan could not think of a time when she felt more annoyed at her partner than she did right now. Just because she had told him that she had a headache, he partnered up with the very first person he found in the lab to bring to the field with him that day. It had happened to be Zach.
They were in the car, driving away from the press conference that Zach had been involved in. she had found it difficult to listen, and decided instead to wander away from the crowd watching from afar as Zach answered the reporters' questions.
"Booth, although I don't begrudge Zach the oppourtunity to go out of the lab, I was feeling perfectly fine. I could have been the one to identify the bones as those of that missing actress."
It was Booth's fault; she hadn't been that sick, she could have been out of her couch and heading to the moon with him if he had just asked her to come.
"It was a coincidence. What was I to do, turn back time like Superman? Fly around the world and stopped its rotation so I could put you there at the crime scene instead of Zach?"
That would have been nice. "Of course not Booth! I just think you at least could have asked me."
"You were sick, Bones! I didn't want to disturb your rest. If anything, you should be thanking me for helping you get better."
"That should have been me. I should be the one talking to the reporters and doing those interviews. Not Zach." She folded her arms.
There was a pause. "Do you know how you just sounded?" Booth asked her.
"How?" she asked.
"Jealous."
"Jealous!"
"You're jealous of Zach. Jeez, Bones, I didn't take you as the type that got jealous like a kid whose got a big lollipop and wants another 'cause it's more colourful. That's low of you, Bones."
"I do not want Zach's lollipop!" she banged her fist against his leg.
"You want it, Bones. You saw a friend today getting the recognition he deserved and instead of being happy, you start brooding and cussing. And you know what Bones? That makes me sick. It was Zach's moment and you just ruined it for him. I didn't realize that you are really just as cold as I thought you were."
Her heart thumped through her chest. What did you just say? Far from being hurt and saddened by what he said, Brennan was hurt and furious! How dare he tell her that! She didn't ruin anything for Zach and she was far from cold! She looked at her partner, and an urge to hurt him back bubbled up inside her.
She looked at the placement of her hand on his leg and a dark idea struck her suddenly. She ran her hand across his leg, her plan formulating quickly in her mind.
"Booth, you had better apologize to me for that."
He turned away from focusing on the road to look at her. "For what?"
"Booth, I'm warning you," she slid her hand between his legs.
He felt a light tightening in his groin region, but dismissed it. That's what happened normally when his partner was in the car. But when the sensation felt as if there was an external force causing it, he chanced a look down and saw his partner's pale hand against the dark material of his pants.
"Bones, what the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Apologize and I'll take my hand away."
Oh, so it was a power struggle. This time she held the reigns, and she was expecting him to down first. In her little logical dreams. He had willpower. He had been through the Afghan desert. He had shot people. He had taken care of a five year old. He could handle whatever she had in store for him.
Bring it on, Bones.
"I'm not gonna apologize when I have nothing to be sorry for," he said and refocused on the road.
Oh, so you think you can outwit me, Brennan thought, we'll see about that.
She put her palm on his crotch and rubbed up and down, up and down, and watched as his vision clouded.
"You know Booth, it's ill-advised to drive while someone is giving you a hand job," she stroked him as she said it, feeling him jerk against her hand.
"Nobody asked you to put there, Bones."
"Apologize."
"No."
"Apologize to me, Booth."
"No."
"Why not?"
He looked at her, "'Cause I'm not sorry."
Oh yeah? Not yet, but you will be.
She quickened her pace and the friction from her hand caused a burst of heat and pleasure in Booth's body.
"Bones, take your hand from there!"
"Not till you apologize."
He made sound that was laced with anger, "If I crash this car..."
"It will be your fault for not apologizing to me," Brennan finished.
"Bones!" he groaned her name, "this is not fair! I'm driving!"
"Then pull over," she started to unzip his pants, "Or make it easier on yourself and apologize."
"I don't have anything to be sorry for."
Wrong answer. Her hand reached into his under wear.
"BONES!" he screamed, his breath coming in pants. "Get your hand off me you damn dirty anthropologist!"
"All you have to do Booth is surrender."
"Nope, I'm not surrendering!"
"Red light."
The SUV screeched to a halt at the stoplight. Booth truly hadn't seen it. He was too busy concentrating on what his partner's hand was doing. Okay, Booth, concentrate. You can't let her win. She can't win. His breathing was becoming laboured, and she hadn't even touched him yet. But he refused to give up even as her hand fisted around him and moved back and forth, driving him up the wall. He was glad the windows of the SUV were tinted, or he would be a very embarrassed agent.
She knew the best way to win this was to strike quickly, and that was what she did. And she also knew he was about to give up, she could feel it.
"Booth, apologize," She prompted, "Just say that you're sorry and you'll be free to drive."
"But you deserved it Bones, and we both know you did."
Oh, you're in for it, Seely Booth. Feel the wrath.
He almost completely lost it when tightened her grip. Nevertheless, he kept a straight face.
"Don't you feel the least bit self conscious that you're handing someone against their will on a public thoroughfare?" he said.
"Well, no." She smiled at him.
The light changed and he drove into an open lot and parked far from the road.
"Now get your act together, Bones and take your hand out of my pants so we can go back to work!"
No can do, honey.
She hoisted herself up, swung her leg over, and straddled him, switching to her right hand, which was better at this sort of thing anyway. A fact she knew he realized when his groan hit her ear.
"Say you're sorry."
"I'm not sorry."
"Tell me you're sorry!"
"But I'm not!"
She pressed her lips to his, catching his groan as she worked her fingers over him. She sucked his lower lip in her mouth and ran her tongue over it. His eyes closed and he sighed. Gotcha.
"Just say it."
"I can't."
"Come on..."
"I won't mean it."
She put her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Don't you want me to make love to you right here and now?" She made sure to use the terminology he was used to, in order for him not to catch on to the trick.
"Yes," he said besides himself.
"Then just say you're sorry."
"I'm sorry."
Success! "What?" she gloated, "Say that again?"
"I'm sorry, Bones. I'm so sorry for whatever it is I did. I am so, so sorry."
Her hand came out of his pants instantly. She came off of him and sat back in her seat.
"That's all I wanted to hear," she said triumphantly.
He sat there, stunned. Replaying it in his head, he saw the exact moment where she had won. He nearly hit himself for not seeing the trick she was playing. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"Excuse me," he got out of the car.
She was good, he thought as he slammed the car door. But how he had not seen the trick from a mile away was what he wanted to know. Looking back at it, it was easy to pinpoint. He kicked a tyre as he zipped up his pants. It hurt a whole lot, but it did its job when the stabbing pain in his toe distracted him from the pain he was felling in other places.
To make it worse, he couldn't remember what he had just apologized for!
She laughed loudly. It echoed off the walls of the SUV. Now that was the way to win an argument! It didn't matter that when she whispered in Booth's ear she had half meant it. It was beside the point that she hadn't kissed him as a part of her plan. It worked didn't it? She had turned Booth into a quivering mass of jelly. That was what was important.
And it was so worth it.
See how dangerous this type of fight can be? She almost made herself lose. Oh, and if anyone is wondering, yes, Brennan is wrong.
That was a bit evil of me to leave Booth jacked up, but it was part of Brennan winning.
Today's Road Safety Tip is brought to you by Dr. Temperance Brennan. Remember drivers, never attempt to drive while receiving a hand job. Remember, Road Safety begins with you!
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