Brennan stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. She frowned, realizing she could hear different music playing.
Her stereo? She turned off the bathroom radio. Her stereo was definitely on.
Booth.
Her eyes widened. She'd completely forgotten he was coming over with supper. She'd been in such a rush for the shower and what she'd hoped to get out of it, that she'd forgotten.
This was bad.
Usually, if she knew he was coming over, she made sure to take care of her needs before he got there, so she didn't accidentally on purpose jump on top of him like a crazy person.
And she was really in need, after seeing him.. Her mind flashed back to the image yet again. Her ears remembered the way he'd moaned her name.
And her libido hummed, whispering that he's right there in the living room, waiting for you, you know he wants you, what's the problem?
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her libido had a good point!
She brushed her teeth and combed her hair, then wrapped the towel around her body and left the room.
Booth looked up, hearing the bathroom door open.
There was foot steps in the hall, and he half turned to see her.
Still damp, wrapped in a towel, that was shorter than any skirt he'd seen her in.
Temperance Brennan had lots of logic, and killer brains, but not much sense, he remembered belatedly.
"Hi Booth." She smiled at him, walking closer. "What did you bring for supper?"
"Uh." He stammered. "Takeout." The towel looked soft..
She raised an eyebrow. "Sounds good."
Her eyes scraped him hungrily. "I like that shirt Booth. It fits you.. VERY well."
He nodded.
She stopped right in front of him, her hands holding up her towel. "I have a warning for you."
His eyes lifted to hers in confusion. "What? From who?"
"From me." Her eyes stared into him. "I'm really aroused, and I like you a lot, and you look really good and smell even better, and you have thirty seconds to get out of here before I drop this towel." She said in a rush.
"What happens then?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I don't know." She confessed. "But at the very least, I'm going to have a hell of an orgasm whether I get it from you or from my own hand. Twenty seconds."
The thought of her naked in front of him and touching herself was too much for him, and he stared at her dumbfounded.
"Fifteen seconds." She gasped, her breath coming quicker, her chest rising and falling faster.
His eyes dropped to her chest and he watched mesmerized.
"Ten…Five…One.." She said. Then she let the towel fall to the floor.
His knees went weak.
"You're gorgeous." He whispered, taking in the sight.
She slid her hand down her chest, and her stomach.
He swallowed hard.
She watched his eyes follow her hand, and smiled at the fire burning in his eyes. He hadn't moved a muscle, but she could see he was getting aroused.
The evidence was there in front of her.
She touched herself slowly, then raised her hand to his face.
The trance he was in broke, and he simultaneously sucked her fingers into his mouth and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up.
"Supper can wait."