He closes his door behind him wearily and heads straight for the kitchenette to pick up what he considers to be a well deserved ice cold American beer, not the Peruvian crap she likes to force on him from time to time. Heading to the lounge, he shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie, discarding them on the armchair he flops onto the couch, rolling up his sleeves he flicks on the TV and rests his head against the back of the sofa, the beer resting in his hand. If only she knew what torture her words were going to inflict on him.

I would rather not have those thoughts about him because it's not professional, but I won't deny that I have indulged on occasion.

His no-nonsense, staid, yet sexually charged partner had fantasised about him! His heart had hammered in his chest at her admission, and by Christ he knew that tonight, and quite possibly every day for the rest of his foreseen life, he was going to be fantasising about her, fantasising about him.

He groans and takes along drink from the bottle and pops the top button of his shirt undone. She had to realise what effect her words would have on him. Before he can help it, he's trying not to imagine what she fantasies about, where she imagines them satisfying 'biological urges', when she imagines them. Another groan and he pushes himself to his feet, it would appear that staying in this evening is a bad idea, too much time and space to think about the beautiful woman that he knows he shouldn't be thinking about. Making his way to the bedroom to freshen up and change his clothes he decides that a stiffer drink is in order.

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Sitting at the bar he is grateful for the noise, the people milling around, the straight whiskey in front of him. This little distraction is definitely welcome. What isn't welcome however, is whomever it is that has just bumped against his back, as he turns from his position at the bar he comes face to face with the Jeffersonian's only Angela Montenegro.

"Sorry... Hey Booth." She flashes him a genuinely surprised smile. "You here on a date?" He hasn't had chance to answer and her eyes are already scouting for a potential female companion.

"No, just needed to get out of the house."

She smiles warmly and grabs his arm almost hauling him off of his stool. "Great, come join us." He barely has time to grab his drink and jacket before he finds himself standing in front of a small table occupied only by his partner.

"Look who I found sweetie." Angela seats herself and Brennan glances up from rummaging around in her purse.

She gives Booth a confused look as he seats himself next to them. "I thought you were having a quiet night in?"

He grins at her. "I thought you were too?"

Angela grins at Booth and leans in closer "I convinced her to come out for a couple."

Brennan gives up looking for whatever secrets her purse holds and gestures to the artist. "Angela has a date tonight and needed someone to kill sometime with before she meets him."

He takes a quick drink from his glass and frowns. "A date?"

Angela smiles and nods. "Yeah, met him at a gallery down town, he's an artist...incredible hands." Booth holds up a hand and signals that he could do without hearing the finer points of how incredible her date's hands are, or have been. Looking over Booth's shoulder she smiles. "In fact there he is right now." She turns to Brennan and lets out a quick breath. "Ok sweetie, how do I look?"

"You look beautiful Angela." Angela gives her a quick peck on the cheek and grabs her coat from the back of her chair.

"Goodnight you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, unless you are going to fill me in that is." With a wink she is off leaving Brennan to chuckle and shake her head. Booth turns to watch her embrace a younger attractive male before returning his attention to his partner.

"Where does she find them?"

Brennan frowns and shrugs. "She said she met him at an art gallery."

He chuckles "I wasn't being literal Bones."

"Oh. Well she is an attractive woman, with a very healthy sexual appetite, it's only natural that she wants to explore her sexual attraction to men."

He can hear the alarm bells ringing in his head and the words blurt out before he has a chance to stop them "She could just stay at home and fantasise about me like you do."

Her eyes shoot up to his, and rather than show the full horror that he is feeling at his words he settles for a full on cocky grin, and God help him, she ducks her head and smiles almost shyly. His groin tightens in response to her bashful expression. "I knew as soon as I admitted that you would bring it up again." He smiles and takes a drink of his whiskey. "But, like I said, it's a natural and unwilling consequence of us spending so much time together."

"It because you think I'm hot Bones, I'm your sexy FBI guy." She chuckles and takes a drink from her own glass. "So am i any good?" He waggles his eyebrows at her not wanting to even think about where this courage is coming from.

She fiddles with the glass in her hand and nods slowly. "Yes, I would have to say that you have been very good in the past. However, I should also point out that your ability to satisfy in my fantasies is really only a credit to my good imagination."

Booth smiles slyly and brushes a piece of imaginary fluff off of his shoulder "You are just another victim of the good ol' Seeley magic." She shakes her head as he leans towards her."So...what kind of things do you fantasise about?" She opens her mouth to speak but he suddenly realises his error."You know what Bones, I'm sorry, forget that. Fantasies are private, and really I don't wanna know."

"It makes no difference to me, they are involuntary."

"No seriously, let's talk about something else." He'd come here to get the idea of her fantasising about him out of his head, and here he is adding fuel to the fire. Tonight's torture is going to be ten times worse than it would have been had he just stayed in and knocked one off.

The rest of the evening passes in companionable conversation and stories of past cases and their childhood.

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He'd gone home that night, alone, as always. He'd insisted that his cab drop her off on his way, even though it was in the opposite direction of his flat and he'd made the cab driver wait til she waved from the building entrance before they drove away. He'd crawled onto his bed and imagined her touching herself while thinking of him, he jerked off and her name and a curse left his lips as he came. Sleep had come easily after that and he'd slept dreamlessly until the morning.

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Sorry it's taken so long to update. I'll keep on top of it from now on. Hopefully, lol.