Chapter 7 – aka: The Bonus Chapter

She checks her watch, 5:37pm. Booth left her office at 2:45pm. As he was walking towards the doors to leave, she had watched him. Her mind was in anthropology mode, but even had it not been, she'd have still recognized his dominant stride as he made his way across the platform, down the steps, and out of the lab.

Three times in as many minutes, Zack had had to get her attention as she watched him. She normally wasn't so easily distracted, but the sight of him walking the way he was, mingled with the taste of him still so freshly on her lips, she supposed any sensible woman would be distracted.

At promptly 5:00pm, Brennan bids farewell to her colleagues and retreats back to her office to finish up some end of the day paperwork. Sitting behind her desk, she once again stares blankly at the monitor. Her thoughts keep wandering back to just a few hours before and she finds she cannot concentrate on even the simplest task. Turning the monitor off, she heads towards the couch. Before she can even round her desk there is a soft knock at her door.

A smile stretches at the corners of her lips as she opens it. On the other side is Agent Booth, still in his suit; his tie is gone and the first three buttons of his shirt are undone. Her smile widens as she invites him in, closing the door behind him. Turning to face him, she leans against the cool cherry wood surface.

"You were gone a long time. I was beginning to wonder if you were coming back."

Booth stands before her, capturing her between the door and his body, personal space be damned. He places his left hand flat against the hard surface of the door. Fingers brush softly against her cheek as he moves closer. His lips linger over, but never quite touch her own. In a breathy tone, he whispers "I thought you had faith in me." His words are like fire as they move across her lips.

"I do." It's whispered so softly that had it not been for the heat of her passing words he would have missed them completely. "I want—"

"What do you want Temperance?"

"I want you, Booth. I—" Her breathing has become shallow, causing her to become light headed.

"You want me to make love to you? Right here? Right now?" His breath is hot against her skin, and when his lips meet her neck, a chill runs down her spine.

She hears the soft click of the lock before she feels his fingers feathering up her neck, then her chin, tilting her head to the left. He trails molten kisses down the slender column of her neck, across her collar bone. Reaching behind, she unlocks the door. "There's no one here but us" she tells him, curling her fingers into his hair.

Fingers glide over the buttons of her blouse, leaving a sheer camisole in their wake. He can see a thin strip of her flat stomach through her open shirt. His eyes travel down to where their bodies meet, then move back up slowly. Slipping his hands under the front of her shirt, he pushes it over her shoulders, leaving the translucent fabric of her camisole. Griping her hips, he pulls her tight against him. She can feel his arousal pressing against her stomach.

"Booth," she whispers against his lips. Brennan runs a finger lightly over his jaw, tracing it down his neck to his open collar. With slow and methodical movement, she undoes his remaining buttons. As new skin is exposed, her lips explore. She licks a line over the broad expanse of his chest, flicking her tongue over his erect nipples.

Her slender fingers press firmly against his stomach, just above his belt. Feeling his muscles ripple beneath her touch, she moves her hands upward, palms pushing against his calescent skin. On the upward ascension, her hands map over abdominal muscles and pecs, finally rounding his shoulders. His white cotton dress shirt falls silently to the floor, forgotten in an instant.

The air crackles with electricity as Temperance kisses her way up his neck and over his jaw. Barely pressing her cheek against his, she finds the feel of his stubble is oddly arousing.

Placing his hands back on her hips, he slowly moves them up, pausing briefly at the waist of her pants. Collecting the delicate fabric, he gently pulls upwards, freeing the hem. He lifts it slowly, letting the delicate fabric graze her bare flesh. Pressing his chest against her exposed skin, he follows the top up her stomach, over her breasts, his chest pushing them up slightly.

She gasps at the heat of his skin against hers and raises her arms high above her head as he pushes the fabric barrier upwards. His breath is hot against her lips as he rests his forehead against hers. Fingers stroke the length of her arms as they travel down, her top caught between his fingers. His thumb grazes over the swell of fabric of her white bra as his hands glide down her abdomen and rest once again on her hips. Her top flutters to the floor.

Sliding her fingers into the waist of his pants, Brennan pulls Booth away from the door. Walking backwards, she leads him towards the far side of the couch, her back facing the desk. She stops when her legs hit the arm of the sofa, however, Booth does not. They fall backwards onto the cushions. Booth's legs hang off of the arm of the couch while Brennan's protrude from either side of him.

"Booth!" She says, trying not to laugh too hard. "Sorry," he says, shrugging his shoulders. Wriggling beneath him, she pushes herself onto her elbows, then slides further along the length of the couch; Booth mimics her movements. Brennan pulls Booth down upon her and kisses him playfully. Reaching between them, she undoes his buckle and pants, attempting to push them across his hips, but her arms aren't long enough.

Booth kicks his shoes off, smiling against Brennan's lips as he attempts to remove the offending piece of clothing. Wiggling his hips, he reaches for his pants, attempting to remove them with one hand. Big mistake. Leaning too far to the right, he topples over; instinctively grabbing Brennan, they both crash loudly to the floor, Booth hitting his arm against the table.

"Oww!" Booth whines, rubbing his arm where it made solid contact with the table. The fall caused her to land atop him, legs straddling his hips. Taking hold of his wrist, Brennan turns his arm so that she can see the injured area better. "That's a nasty contusion Booth; it's going to leave a very large bruise." She kisses the area softly. Just as she's about to kiss Booth's pouting lips the door to her office bursts open and Angela rushes in.

"Oh my God, Brennan? Are you ok? I heard a loud crash all the way from my office!" Angela looks around, not seeing anyone or the cause of the crash. "Bren? Sweetie? Where are you?"

Brennan pushes Booth roughly to the floor, causing his head to make a soft thunk sound against the carpet. Forgetting that she's no longer wearing anything above the waist aside from her bra, Brennan pops up from behind the couch to see Angela standing in her doorway, a surprised smile on her face.

"Am I…interrupting something sweetie?" Angela asks, a look of feigned innocence belying her amusement.

"No, of course not Ange." Brennan replies a bit too quickly, her disheveled hair falling wildly about her face. "I was just looking for a paper that may have fallen under the couch."

'God, she's such a horrible liar,' Angela thinks as she places her hands on her hips. "Well I hope you find it," she says with a wink. She turns on her heels and leaves the office, closing the door behind her.

She inhales deeply, the scent of his cologne mingling with the sweat that glistens on his chest under the light of the retreating sun. Drawing tiny circles over the bluish-purple bruise that has formed on his arm, she laughs softly.