Well…here it is, the 'real' beginning of the story. I'm so nervous! Haha. I really hope it lives up to the expectations of everyone who placed it on story alert and all that. I have had a greater response to this story than I expected. Thank you.

Since it's my first story here, I figure I can keep up with responding to the comments. So, please see at the end of this chapter, all of you who reviewed. But for the rest of us…we're really just getting started.

Let me know what you think!

Chapter Two: Monday

"Hey, hey, hey!" Angela grinned and wiggled her hips as she entered Brennan's office on Monday afternoon then froze. "Ookay…what are you doing?"

Brennan straightened her shoulders and turned toward her friend. "Taking off my lab coat in preparation to leave. I would think that would be obvious."

"But it's 5pm."

"Yes…" Brennan turned back to hang her labcoat on the hook, "What's the significance?"

When Angela didn't answer, Brennan turned to see her with a hand on her hip. Her eyebrows rose, and she motioned for Angela to answer.

"The significance, sweetie, is that you've never left here at 5PM on a Monday. Ever." Angela's eyes narrowed. "Is this Booth related?"

Brennan willed her body to remain completely impassive. "Of course not." She rolled her shoulders back and walked over to her desk to pull out her purse, "Except for the fact that he's on vacation, of course."

Turning to face Angela with a controlled stance, she shrugged a shoulder. "His non-presence in the lab, and the lack of cases, allowed me to get my work done, and therefore, I am leaving."

Angela tapped her foot against the tiled floor and eyed Brennan, looking for any crack in her demeanor at all.

"Are there any more questions?" Brennan's eyebrow arched and she motioned for Angela to move from in front of the door then walked through it.

"No…but I smell a rat" Angela turned on her heel and followed Brennan from the office.

"Call maintenance." Brennan called over her shoulder. "They should be able to set a mouse trap. But make sure it's a humane one, please!"

Angela just shook her head as Brennan walked away. "Not that kind of rat, there, Bren" she muttered to herself.

--b&b—

Brennan checked her reflection as she looked in the rearview mirror before backing out of her parking space. She'd managed, quite successfully, if she didn't mind saying so herself, to avoid Angela. But it was only Monday afternoon, so she knew she'd need to be more careful. While she wasn't ever one to be ashamed of her sexual encounters, past conversations with Booth led her to believe that he'd prefer she not inform their colleagues of their plans for this week. They hadn't actually agreed not to tell anyone else, but…this seemed like the kind of thing Booth would want her to keep a secret.

Booth…

Brennan felt a familiar tightening in her stomach as she remembered their conversation from the diner the day before. And as she drove through the city rush hour, she also recalled the conversation she'd had with Angela right after she'd watched him walk away.

"Wow…" Angela breathed. "Mandatory vacation, hmmm? Must be nice."

"Nice?" Brennan frowned. "How is that nice?"

"I'm just saying that it would be nice to have a boss who MADE you take a day off every once in awhile, that's all."

Brennan paused for a couple of moments. "This discussion is veering from my original plan."

Angela chuckled over the phone, "Okay, so let's veer right on back to what you had in mind, which…let me guess…Booth?"

"Yes" Brennan answered, "I mean, no. I mean…well, yes, but not in the way you mean. I'm not thinking about him per se, but it's more that my thoughts are centered on an incident involving him."

"Right" Angela drolled. "Somehow, that makes no sense, and yet, because you're the one saying it, it's perfect sense." She sighed. "So…what? He's just going to hang out with Parker a bunch?"

"No, actually, Parker's going to be out of town."

"Ah, so Booth's going to be living the high life as a real bachelor, then? No responsibilities at all? That's hot."

Brennan's brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean, Angela?"

"Nothing really, Bren. Just that he can do whatever he wants I guess. I mean, if he wants to stay in and eat junk food, he can. If he wants to go out and party like crazy with normal people, he can do that."

"What do you mean…normal people?"

"Oh come on" Angela chuckled, "You know what I mean. People he doesn't work with. His friends, or a woman, I guess…" she paused. "He didn't tell you what he had planned?"

"No" Brennan answered quietly, "No he didn't…"

Brennan blinked rapidly and shook her head at the sound of car horns honking from behind her. She looked up to see the light had turned green and she was stopping the flow of traffic. Pressing gently on the gas, she crossed the intersection, then turned onto her street. Sitting in her driveway for a few moments, she recounted the way she'd hung up with Angela the day before, and then driven straight to his apartment.

But now she needed to enter her own apartment and prepare. Prepare for the night with Booth.

--b&b—

Booth inhaled through his nose as he pressed his hands against his bathroom sink, leaning forward to look into his own reflection. Scoffing slightly, he rolled his eyes. It's not like he'd be able to get any answers from them. They were his eyes. He was good at interrogation, but he also knew when to quit. When a suspect's eyes glazed over, it usually meant he had nothing more to give. And Booth figured his eyes had pretty much been glazed since about 11 PM last night.

This was crazy. Really, totally, crazy.

He yanked open his medicine cabinet and pulled out his razor and shaving cream, shaking his head the whole time. Okay, so yeah, usually before a date with a woman he thought he might…be intimate with…he would shave. As a courtesy. Razor burn, and all that. He was a courteous, considerate guy. Although…it had been awhile since he'd had a date like that. And he admitted to himself that maybe, just maybe that had to do with Bones. And now, here he was, with a solution to that problem, also in the form of Bones. It was crazy. He knew that at least.

And as he shut the mirrored door, his reflection provided no more answers.

--b&b—

Brennan stood in her walk in closet and ran her fingers along the various lingerie options, trying to figure what Booth might appreciate.

"Rationally, he's a typical alpha male" she pursed her lips, "so perhaps something with a submissive tone." Brennan frowned. She didn't wish to be submitted to Booth. "No, that won't do" she muttered to herself. "Something dominant. Surely Booth fantasizes about a woman being dominant."

She nodded, "Yes, that will work." Not too dominant, of course, but her black stockings, garter belt, thong and push up bra should do the trick. She covered all of that with a simple cotton shirtdress and light sweater, smoothing on a layer of lip gloss before checking her reflection one last time in the full length mirror.

Yes, very satisfactory.

--b&b—

Once she reached his apartment, Brennan knocked lightly, and clasped her hands together in front of her as she waited for Booth to answer.

She could hear his footsteps approach on the other side of the door, but there was a pause before she heard the unlock latch. The door opened to reveal Booth in jeans and a black button up dress shirt. He stood in the doorway with his forearm propped against the frame, and Brennan's eyes traveled over his form.

She blinked twice, and felt a smile twitch at his bare feet. Booth and bare feet were not congruent with her normal image of Booth. But instead of throwing her off, the newness of it gave her confidence, and her eyes slid up his body to meet his gaze. The uncertainty she saw there scraped like the rough lace of her garters against her inner thighs, and she shifted, "Hello, Booth."

Booth swallowed and twisted his neck to the side a bit. He wasn't sure what he expected. Her naked under a trench coat or something, or…well, who knows what? But definitely not her normal self in a cotton dress and sweater.

"Booth?" she repeated, and his eyes flew to her face.

"Come in" he motioned and stepped back.

They both paused awkwardly, almost running into each other as Booth paused in the doorway between his living room and kitchen. He pulled in a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know about this, Bones."

Her eyes widened as she watched him walk over to his couch and sit down, his shoulders tense. Their eyes met, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "Okay, but…"

He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the couch, "I mean, right…this is crazy."

Brennan was unsure on how to proceed. He'd agreed, and she hadn't planned on having to convince him again. "Do you…have you ever had fantasies about me?"

A choked sound left his throat, and he turned his face away, a blush creeping up his neck. "Yes…" he whispered, then met her eyes again, "Yes, I have."

Awkwardly Brennan approached him until their knees were only a couple of inches apart, "Are you…I mean, do you currently have another woman who is…satisfying you?"

More flustered than before, he leaned forward, placing his head in his hands, "No" he mumbled against his palms. "No I do not."

Brennan was thankful that he wasn't looking in her direction. She was sure the irrational pleasure from Booth's last statement was showing on her face. She would analyze that later, in privacy, but for now…

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she tried to smile encouragingly, "Then there should be no reason not to do this, right?"

About 1000 reasons ran through this mind, but one gorgeous, right there in front of him reason was drowning them all out.

She pressed against his shoulders until he was once again leaning back against the couch. There was another awkward moment as she tried to maneuver on either side of his legs to sit on his lap. Her fumbling caught Booth off guard, but in a good way. Okay, maybe he could do this.

But his eyes went wide as she sat firmly on his lap, then slammed shut as she tentatively ran her hands from his shoulders to his waist then back up again. "I…" she swallowed. "I would very much like it if you would allow me to touch you."

He looked into her eyes and they stared at one another for long moments. "Will you let me do that?" she whispered.

Booth pulled in a deep breath, "Yes" he whispered. "I mean, yes, please."

Brennan's confidence spiked. So polite, she thought to herself with a smile as she leaned in to gently nuzzle the skin above the collar of his shirt.

Booth twitched beneath her and she could feel the lengthening of his new erection, from just a slight kiss. Emboldened, she let the tip of her tongue slide against his jawline as her hands slid back down his chest to pull his dress shirt from his pants.

Though they hadn't discussed mouth on mouth kissing, Brennan avoided it, and Booth seemed content to lie back and let her touch him. And look at him, she realized with a shiver.

Booth's hands clenched at his side as she began unbuttoning his shirt. It was one of the great differences between a man and a woman. He always unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom, as he untucked it. But every woman he'd ever been with always untucked his shirt, and then began unbuttoning it from bottom to top. A slight smile crossed his lips at the thought that in some ways, Bones was just like every other woman.

"You display excellent abdominal delineation." She was whispering against his jaw.

Ookay…so maybe not like every other woman, he thought to himself as he lifted his hips a bit, allowing her to pull his shirt from his body. He tugged his own undershirt up and over his head and then waited for her to continue.

She surprised him by standing up, eyeing him carefully with her hand slightly outstretched. "Would you like to go back to your bedroom?"

The twitch in his cock was now visible to her, and her eyes traveled his body as she waited for his response.

She was so matter of fact, and for a moment, he just stared at her. "Okay…yes" he finally nodded.

She didn't respond, but when he placed his hand in hers, she tugged lightly. He rose off the couch and let her lead him back into his own bedroom.

This sure as hell wasn't like any fantasy he'd had of her, he had to admit. Normally he imagined kissing her like crazy and them barely making it to the bedroom, or maybe picking her up and carrying her. But never her leading him by the hand. That was new.

--b&b--

Once they were inside, Booth walked over to turn on a bedside lamp. "Jeez Bones" he hissed as her hands smoothed around his waist, her cool fingertips a sharp contrast to his overheated skin, "Warn a guy, will you?"

She chuckled against his back, and for a moment they froze, stuck in a moment so… them.

But when she slid her fingers down toward his waist to the button on his pants, he sucked in a breath, the cut muscles of his stomach a washboard against her palms. Methodically, she undid the button and the zipper before turning him around to face her. Brennan tugged his pants over his hips, then gently encouraged him to sit on his bed. She leaned over slightly to pull his pants off of his legs, folding them quickly to lay over a chair she saw by his bathroom door.

"Lie back, please" she instructed as she reapproached the bed, and Booth did as he was told, using his palms to lift his body up and back toward the headrest. He groaned when her knee hit the mattress, causing a slight dip, and then, she was over him.

Her hands cursorily ran over his frame, feather light and methodical.

Shit, she's examining me like she would a victim, he thought, and frowned. But then she straddled his waist with her hips and the warmth between her thighs was something he knew she didn't use near her lab table.

"I want to make you feel really good, Booth" she smiled, her eyes dark and bright at the same time.

At this point, he was so hard the edge of his underwear had actually pulled away slightly from his body, and as she slid back, a smile usually reserved for case solving caressed her face, and she met his eyes, obviously pleased. "I seem to be successful already."

Booth groaned at the pride in her expression. Trust her to be competitive like this too. He chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, I'd say you're pretty successful, there, Bones."

But the next thought dried up in his mind and mouth as she cupped him gently through the cotton of his boxers. "Oh, jeez. Bones!" He whimpered as his hips arched off the bed.

She paused and took her hand off of him, leaning forward suddenly. She caught her weight on her elbows, but their waists were pressed together.

Booth cracked open one eye to see her staring at him, her expression thoughtful, but otherwise unrecognizable.

"Hmmm…." Was all she said as she scooted her way down his torso until her eyes were lined up with the press of his arousal. "Hmmm…" she repeated.

"Shit.." he moaned as she linked her fingertips in the waistband and smoothly pulled his boxers down his legs and off.

Brennan paused once again, and then just as quickly straddled him again, peering into his face as if for some sort of sign. And then a light clicked in her eyes as if she'd discovered an answer to a particularly vexing question, "I want to see you" she stated.

Booth, chest heaving slightly, felt his eyebrows rise. "Well, I'm pretty much naked, so…go ahead and have a look…" he ventured.

He watched as she rolled slightly off of him onto her side. She rested her weight on one elbow and looked down his body. Her free hand started at his sternum and then gradually caressed the skin of his stomach. They inverted at the sensation, and she smiled. Lightly, she allowed her hand to graze his penis, coming to rest on the sac just below. "Very impressive."

Booth's hips rose again with the compliment and the feel of her fingers against his currently very aching cock. "Bones…" he whispered.

--b&b—

Brennan inwardly admired the twitching length beneath her fingers, but found she couldn't take her eyes off of his face. Any other man she'd ever been with had intrigued her physically, and she loved to spend time trying to make them crazy with lust in order to intensify the impending orgasm. But, for the first time, she found she was entranced by the expression in her sexual partner's gaze.

And this was Booth.

Normally she would torture a man, light touches here and there, or maybe trying different positions for maximum visual stimulation, but here, with him…

Brennan began a light pressure on his length and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and lifting his hips into her hand. Leaning closer on her elbow, she gazed at his face, completely engrossed by the emotions crossing it.

"Bones…" he gasped. "Hold on…I should be…I mean…" he motioned toward her dress, and she shook her head. "It's okay, Booth. This is about you."

For a few moments, his brow was furrowed, almost in confusion, and then, in an instant, it soothed. His entire body relaxed into the mattress. Brennan took her eyes from his face to check to where her hand was, to make sure it wasn't over. But no, he was still shifting slightly in her grasp, still long and beautiful.

Her eyes returned to his face and she sucked in a breath at the smooth line of his lips curved up in a small smile.

Booth was letting her touch him. He was enjoying this.

Invigorated by this shift in their dynamic, she held him a bit tighter and began sliding her hand up and down. "Booth…" she whispered, and he opened his eyes to meet hers. The pleasure in his eyes was so deep it almost bordered on pain. He looked young and thankful, and so pleased with her that she bit her bottom lip.

A quick swipe of her thumb against the head of his length caused his nostrils to flare and his throat muscles to work, "Ah…ah" he moaned repeatedly, keeping his eyes open.

She made a second pass and then a particularly firm downward pull, and he began writhing on the sheets, his hands clenching and unclenching. "Mmmm…Bones" he whimpered.

"Yes, Booth?"

"Ah…Ah…" his hips lifted all the way off the bed. "Tighter?" he whispered his request, and Brennan paused.

His request filled her with such intense sensation that she could hardly breathe. She had no doubt that he was committed to this week, and her proposition. He trusted her enough to make his preference known. He wasn't just doing this to satisfy her curiousity, he wanted to come. So she tightened her grip, his natural moisture giving her the lubrication she needed to quicken her strokes.

His hips were almost permanently off the mattress at this point, and inarticulate sounds were rising from his throat.

Then all at once, he stilled, his chest heaving. He swallowed hard, and brought one hand up to her face, cupping it gently. "Temperance…" he gasped.

Brennan stared at him, stunned at the emotion emanating from his gaze, even as his erection pulsed and strained in release, spilling onto her hand and his bare stomach.

"Bones…Bones…Bones" he repeated over and over, his eyes closing now as he came down from his temporary high.

His hand tightened along the nape of her neck, and for a moment, Brennan thought he was going to try to kiss her. But instead he merely pressed his face into the crease between her shoulder and her neck, his breath soothing against her skin there. "Bones…" he moaned, and she felt his fingers loosen their grip. "I…I don't know what to say." She felt his jaw work as he swallowed. "Thank you." He whispered against her jawline.

Brennan tensed at the tenderness of the moment, and she patted him lightly before pulling back. Without speaking, she made her way to his bathroom, avoiding her own reflection as she dampened a washcloth. Returning to his bedroom, she saw him lying in the same position she'd left him, and she gently cleaned the skin of his belly before pulling a sheet up to his waist. Just as she was about to turn away, Booth grabbed her hand and inadvertently twined her fingers with his. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bones" he whispered.

She swallowed and extracted her fingers from his. "Yes, Booth. Tomorrow" she answered as she turned to leave.

--b&b--

As soon as she returned to her apartment, Brennan rushed to her own bathroom, turning on her shower and quickly unbuttoning the top of her dress. This would not do. Not at all. She'd expected and planned for Booth's cooperation, and his lust, and his sexual release. But not…not the vulnerability she'd seen in his gaze. And certainly not the thankfulness in the curve of his palm against her face as he'd come.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pulled her dress over her head and caught her reflection in her mirror.

Her previously so well thought out lingerie choices now mocked her, having never seen the light of Booth's bedroom. She wasn't upset about the evening being one-sided, frankly, she was completely fine with it. But she'd expected to reduce him to a quivering mass using seduction and sex and heat. She hadn't counted on being so caught up in his face that she'd not even taken off her shoes.

Sighing with disgust, she pulled off the rest of her clothes and then stepped into the shower, turning it hotter, trying to drown her thoughts in the pounding of the water against the tile, in the sharp bite of the heat against her bare skin. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the shower stall wall and smoothed a hand over her stomach. Her hips rocked forward and she brought her other hand in to match and slid them up to cup the undersides of her breasts. Apparently Booth's orgasm had heightened her body and she was very near an orgasm of her own. Her slick fingers circled then tugged at her nipples, and she gasped and moaned, her feet twisting as she tried to ease her arousal. Turning around, she pressed her front tight against the shower wall before sliding her hand down to maneuver one of the hip height jets she'd had installed for deep massage after long cases.

But this singular jet performed a massage of another sort as it caressed her clit. Brennan pressed her hands hard against the tile of the shower and let her breasts rub against the warm and hard surface. She'd often fantasized about Booth like this, and so it was easy to slip into one of her premier fantasies about him.

He'd enter her apartment without her permission, yelling about something, then yelling more once he realized he'd been able to enter without much resistance. What if he'd been a crazy person, he'd ask, and when there would be no response, he'd call her name and begin walking around.

She wouldn't hear any of this of course, and would be surprised when he yanked open her bathroom door, her name a growl on his lips as he'd see the curve of her bottom invitingly hitched in his direction. She wouldn't turn, wouldn't acknowledge him at all, except for a slight moan of his name, "Booth…"

He wouldn't undress at all and instead his clothes would grow heavy and wet as he pressed against her from behind her, that belt buckle imprinting into the small of her back, normally saved for the palm of his hand. Her nipples would tighten and she would arch forward, needing release. Oh, Booth…yessssss…….

But as the release she sought rushed through her body, it wasn't from the image of him pounding into her from behind.

No…it was from the memory of him cupping her face so gently. The memory of his vulnerability, his grateful gaze, and the thankful press of his face into her shoulder.

As she came down from her orgasm, Brennan stepped to the side to let the gush of water slide over her thigh and away from her too sensitive clit. Her breasts pressed against the wall until she turned and leaned with her back against the tiles, her breath heaving in the overheated shower stall.

No, this would not do. This vulnerability was not part of the plan.

Tomorrow she'd be more focused. Tomorrow would be more rational. And less…feeling.

Tomorrow…..

--b&b--

--see you in 24 hours with Chapter Three: Tuesday—

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Dear all who reviewed. How kind you are! I appreciated each and every one, and I wanted to comment and respond to you. Please see below.

iamwriter : Thanks for your comment. Hopefully Booth continues to be 'thankful'

melina-emanuela: Haha, yes, Brennan is so logical. But I think we'll find that it's not just her logic that is motivating her….

lady squint: Thank you, Lady Squint for the compliment. I will be posting every day this week!

BxBforever: Well, I'm glad you can't wait for more, and just for you, I'm posting another chapter right now! Haha.

artificiallysweet: "cos everyone loves a flustered and shellshocked booth" haha, yes, yes, yes! Couldn't agree more.

boothandbones4ever: yes, yes, poor Booth. Although he's about to be very happy ( if you catch my drift).

Katj21: Thanks for the compliment on my writing style and 'character voice'. That is very kind. As for 'completely unrealistic', well, yeah, I guess so. It IS fantasy week, after all, haha.

ehliza: Thank you for your very kind comment! I am glad you like this idea.

Mina Tepes: haha, isn't Booth so fun? Hope you have some time to relax since you aren't on vacation!

: 'deliciously well' is just about the nicest thing anyone's ever said about a story of mine, honest. !

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MickeyBoggs: Thank you, MickeyBoggs. I am glad you are excited for more; your wish is granted.

Theownerofyoursoul: Interesting…in a good way?

Morebones4all: Haha, yes, subterfuge. And we'll have to wait till the end of the week to see how that all shakes out, won't we?

Rebeccalnley: thanks for the review! You don't have to wait long!

Carol Lilly: Thanks for the review! Glad you like it. We'll have to see about Brennan Edition. I don't know if I have the chops to pull it off. She's probably got a bit more kinky of fantasies then I can handle, haha.