Darlings how are you?? I haven't updated this story in how long? Anyway, this one's kinda a colab. between me and Jonie, my friend who keeps writing these smutty stories and making me insanely jelous. I started it, and she saw the unfinished one and gave me a million suggestins, half of which I didn't use because I am not as good a smut writer as she is...

She complained about the fact that Booth turns crazy in it, but it got her creative juices flowing and she's off to write another smutty story. Ugh, that girl!

N E Way, enjoy...

"But I heard you say it."

"You didn't."

"Booth I'm sure that is what I heard."

"No, that is not what I said."

"Well, I'm sure..."

Brennan walked into the barn behind Booth. But instead of concentrating on finding the proposed murder weapon, she continued to question Booth.

"I'll tell you what I heard you say; 'Night Bones, we have a long day tomorrow, so get some rest. Love you."

He turned to look at her at her, "I did not say that."

She shrugged, "that is what I heard. If you said it, Booth, just admit it."

Booth sighed, rolled his eyes skyward, "I thought that was what I was doing! I'm telling you, I did not say that I love you."

There was a pause, as Bones pierced him with a stare.

"You said it," she said finally.

"I DID NOT!" he shouted, immediately getting a shush from her.

"They'll hear you!" she said in a harsh whisper, "Andrew Colman didn't exactly give us permission to be out here."

"Sorry, alright? Let's look for the hammer."

"But you did say it."

"I didn't."

"There's no reason to be embarrassed, Booth."

"I didn't say it Bones."

"I understand that you'd want to take it back. You don't actually love me..."

"Exactly. I didn't say I did either."

"...But it was a slip of the tongue. Happens all the time..."

"What do I have to do to make you stop accusing me!" Booth shouted.

"...You were tired it was late, or if you believe Sweets, you made a slip that revealed deeper feel...mmmph!"

Her sentence died as Booth in a desperate attempt to shut her up grabbed her and planted his mouth on hers. He continued to kiss her until she stopped wiggling.

"God, Bones!" Booth expelled a frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair, "Couldn't you just stop?!"

Her blue eyes were wide as saucers, her lips formed an 'o'.

"No! You couldn't stop! You had to go on and on and on! Will you stop now? Or are you gonna continue to drive me so up the wall I can't think straight?"

Oh. She understood. His frustration with the fact that she was bothering him made him react in an irrational way. He hadn't really meant to kiss her. Didn't make it any less shocking though.

"But Booth," she said in a half-whine, "I distinctly heard you say it. Just admit it, take it back and this will be over."

"Bones, I'm sure I know what comes out of my own mouth, so drop it. Now. I mean it."

"So if that wasn't what you said, can you tell me what you did say," she asked following him as he stuck his head in a rain barrel in search of the murder weapon.

"I don't remember."

"But I do."

"I did not say that I love you!" he turned around swiftly, nose to nose with her, "you don't think I know better than to reveal my feelings for you?!"

She paused, the longest stretch of time that she had been silent since they started.

"Huh?" she finally said, uncharacteristically dumbfounded.

"What?" he asked.

"You said that you know better than to reveal your feelings for me."

He looked at her as if she had suddenly sprouted snakes from her hair, "What?! I did not say that."

"You did!"

It was her time to get shushed.

"Bones, don't you think I know what I do or do not say?"

She stared at him, "I don't think I'm sure anymore."

"No matter what Sweets says I don't have Frodo slips, okay?" he turned back to the barrel.

"You mean Freudian," she clarified.

"Yeah, those. You're hearing things."

"Or you're saying them," she followed him again as he went to search a shelf.

"Bones, for the very last time I did not say I love you. I do not have some kind of problem. When I do tell you how much I love you, I assure you that both you and I will hear it."

"There it is again!"

"There's what?" Booth was still searching the shelf.

"You said it again! There is nothing wrong with my ears Booth, they are perfectly fine. However there is something is wrong with you. You keep saying that you love me and completely forgetting. Or perhaps you're playing games with me. But I can tell you Booth it is not enjoyable. You need to examine your mental health, Booth, because it has been seriously affected..."

"Bones, shut up!"

He grabbed her face between his palms, stilled her and planted his lips on hers. She gasped, and he used the opportunity to lick the inside of her mouth. Their tongues slid over one another, and Brennan pressed herself closer to him. Booth in turn held on to the zip of the grey hoodie she had on and pulled it down. Only her lacy jade green bra lay underneath.

"What are you...Booth?" Brennan gasped out as Booth's mouth trailed to her ear, behind it, down her neck and to her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

He growled in response. He still sounded mega-annoyed. Brennan on the other hand was confused and increasingly aroused.

"We can't do this. Booth we..." she gasped as Booth's teeth nipped her nipple through the fabric of her bra, "...What if they find us?"

"At twelve o'clock in the night?" Booth growled as he used a hooked finger to draw the lace away from her breast. Brennan gasped again as his lips and tongue played over her breast.

She eyes closed and she arched her back towards his caresses, "You need to find out what your problem is instead of acting out your frustration on me."

He didn't answer, except to use his hand to pinch her other breast. She jumped a little in surprise and a tiny sound came up from her throat.

"You have to assess your beha...viour, Booth. This not rational...Ah!" she squeaked as his teeth grazed her nipple. Her breath came in pants and she wiggled against the pressure between her legs.

"And if you tell me you love me one more time..."

"Alright! That's it!"

Booth took a step back, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. Brennan tried to resist the urge to shout out, No wait! Come back and finish what you started!

"I have never told you that I love you! Stop trying to convince me otherwise!" he pointed at her, "And don't you dare kiss me again."

Her jaw dropped in surprise, and she watched as he made his way to the ladder that led to a second storey loft, all while the butterflies did a ballet in her stomach and the pressure between her legs became unbearable.

"You kissed me, you nut job!" she adjusted her clothes and made her way after him.

Heh. Only our friend Brennan can keep rationalising through...THAT. And Booth needs some serious therapy. He's crazy.

Jonie's gonna kill me for putting her name up here...

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