Title: Baring It All
Author: Tom's gg
Chapter: 3/29
Chapter Title: Choices
Characters: Brennan/ Booth
Rating: M - Strong Sexual Content
Spoilers: None

I do not own the characters- that distinction belongs to FOX… but God I wish I did!

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All Previous Warnings and Acknowledgements apply (Rated M… STILL).

This chapter is dedicated to one of my favorite readers mumrulz , simply because she NEVER fails to make me laugh! Now go ahead and tell me I made your year!

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Booth had taken Brennan back to the apartment. He told her that he needed to go by the local FBI office. It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and he was pretty sure from her expression that she saw right through his dodge. It also looked as though she were grateful for the time and space.

Booth headed to the shooting range. It was one place he could think; regain his focus and control. Something about this woman always made him lose control.

He thought about the things he had done for her in the last two years; removing evidence from a crime scene, allowing fugitives to flee his jurisdiction, colluding with criminals. The list of lines he had crossed for her was long, but there was one line he swore he wouldn't cross; one line that couldn't be redrawn. He had emptied his first clip when his cell rang.

"Booth, can you come?"

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Brennan had taken a shower, to try to wash away the humiliation of her actions earlier that evening. What must he be thinking? She had always been sexually aggressive, but she couldn't believe that she had screwed Seeley Booth up against a truck.

'I'm surprised you didn't do it a long time ago,' that nagging little voice inside her head admonished. 'Let's face facts sweetie, you've wanted to buy a ticket on that ride for a long time.'

Brennan wanted to tell the voice to shut up, call it a liar; but she knew it was right. From almost the very first moment, the attraction had been there between them. Heightened by their distinctive personalities, the tension was often more than Brennan could bear. She would attempt to sublimate it with work, physical activity, occasionally with other men, but it was there; always vibrating just beneath her skin.

It was her constant companion. At night, alone, as her fingers moved across her body- the way they were now. The water washed over her like the memory of his touch. She'd thought that the contact would quench the fire that simmered inside her, but somehow it had only added fuel to the flame.

When she'd finished showering, Brennan dressed in some boxers and a t-shirt then went to check out the fridge. It was completely void of food, but she found a beer and some crackers in the cupboard. She headed out to the balcony; she thought the cool night air might sooth her. As she stepped out onto the balcony, a gasp escaped her lips and the beer and crackers hit the floor.

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"Bones – Bones." Booth rushed into the apartment, his heart racing. She had assured him that she wasn't hurt, but wouldn't give him any other information on the phone.

"I'm Here Booth," she called.

Booth made his way out to the balcony. She was sat at the patio table staring at a brightly wrapped package. "Another message from our friend," she said.

An hour later they were in the local FBI lab. The package had been dusted, checked for trace, and scanned for explosives. Brennan carefully coaxed the wrapping loose. When she finally had the package unwrapped, she opened it. Inside lay an exact replica of the outfit she'd received 24 hours ago; a brilliant blue sequin bikini set that matched the color of her eyes perfectly. The only difference is that this version was completely shredded. Brennan reached in the box and pulled out the shredded pieces of fabric. Her eyes moved to Booth. His entire body had tightened; his eyes were black as the night.

"I'd say he saw us," Brennan murmured.

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It was quiet, too quiet. Brennan couldn't sleep. The room seemed to close in around her. She made her way to the spare room.

Booth was motionless. She eased her way to the side of his bed and lowered herself to her knees, resting her chin on the mattress to watch him sleep, comforted by the sound of his breathing.

He woke with a start, sensing her eyes upon him. "Bones, you ok?'

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. "Can I stay?"

He reached for her, pulling her into the small bed next to him. He buried his head in her hair as he's body spooned hers. He'd been dreaming of her smell; of her lying next to him.

Brennan woke to his warm breath in her ear and his hardened penis pressed against her thigh. She could tell from the rhythm of his breathing that he was still fast asleep. She wondered what dreams had affected him that way. A flush raced across her body as her memories drifted to the previous evening. She slowly turned herself in his arms.

Booth dreamed her fingers were dancing across his chest, stroking his abdomen, even occasionally circling the dark patch of hair by his throbbing shaft. She was teasing him and she must pay.

Slowly he drifted up from the clutches of sleep to the realization that the fingers he felt were not a dream. He reached for her warmth. His lips found hers and he pulled her into him so that his shaft slipped between her thighs. Their moans danced from their lips.

He slowly moved his hips, rubbing the head of his penis across her swollen lips. He could feel that she was wet- ready. She brought her leg up over his hip to expose her opening, and her hand came down to guide him into her wet embrace. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony as he slowly entered her. He could feel her clench as he began to withdraw, her walls grabbing at his crown. He slowly moved in and out of her as their tongues danced.

She dragged her lips from their kiss; her tongue danced across his jaw and throat. Her lips pulled his lobe in to her mouth; sucking, nipping. "I love the feel of you inside me," she whispered. "No one has ever filled me the way you do."

Her words rocked him to his core. He could feel the tightening in his balls as he was about to release. His hand moved between them and he found her clit. He pressed hard, rolling it with his thumb. He could feel her contractions squeeze down on him and he shoved himself into her depth as far as he could as he came into her.

"Yes baby. Yes." he growled.

They clung to each other for a moment, and then the awkwardness returned.

Booth didn't know what to say. Should he apologize for what had just happened? He was sure last night had been a fluke, just one of those huge mistakes that happened when he allowed himself to lose control. Now he wondered if he could be around her without wanting to be buried deep inside her.

Brennan didn't know what to say to him. She knew she'd taken advantage of his physical response. How was he supposed to control all those neurochemicals when he had a warm female body urging him on? She'd forced him across his line again. She wondered who exactly that line was meant to protect.

She gathered up her clothes and headed for the door. As she was about to cross the threshold she turned to look at him stretched across the bed. "Thank you Booth- for being here I mean," her eyes dropped to the floor. "I'm glad you're here."

Booth's head dropped to his pillow and he contemplated the ceiling. Was he glad he was here? Could he possibly be anywhere else?

He allowed her time to shower before heading that way. As he entered the steaming spray of water, he realized that the stall smelled of her shampoo. He was instantly aroused. He adjusted the jets to a much cooler temperature and quickly covered his face with rich lather from his soap; avoiding his lower regions temporarily. He allowed the cool jets to pound against his skin as he turned his thoughts to the perp. He had to find this guy, before he found Bones.

An hour later, they were finishing lunch at a local diner on their way to the Lab. "You should lay low for a while," Booth said.

"What do you mean?" Brennan asked over a french fry.

"I mean you should let me go in to the club tonight. Check things out. Talk to the girls again. See if anyone saw anything last night," Booth responded, trying to sound as casual as possible given the rate his heart was beating.

Her hand stilled on the way to her mouth, "I'm going to the club tonight Booth. And, I would really like it if you were there with me. But, if you can't be- well- I guess I understand."

Booth eyed her over his steak and eggs. He wanted to tell her she wasn't going, and that was final. He knew that would only solidify her resolve. There had to be another way.

They continued to the lab. Epidermis had been found on the bikini fabric. The perp had probably rubbed it against himself; where and how Booth didn't want to know. They had also been able to lift a partial print off the inside of the box. If they caught this guy they would have him once they made it to court. They needed to find him first.

They went back to the apartment. One thing about working undercover in a bar, you worked late. Booth avoided Brennan for the most part as he made some calls back to DC.

He called Parker. He was missing his weekend, and he wanted to assure Parker that Rebecca had been understanding and was going to allow them to be together the following weekend.

At 5 o'clock he asked Brennan if he could just order some supper in before they went to the club, instead of stopping on the way. Half an hour later, the Thai food arrived. He took it out to the patio and laid it out on the table.

They had a quick casual dinner. Booth was more talkative then he had been all day. It was nice Brennan thought; comfortable. He was telling her about his earlier conversation with Parker. He'd recently been to see a movie about space monsters. Parker had a passion for space.

"Oh God Booth, this was suppose to be your weekend with him. Wasn't it?" she groaned. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have dragged you down here." She searched his eyes for regret, anger, resentment.

Booth got up from his chair and came around the table. He held out his hand to her and helped her up from her seat. Once she was standing, their eyes locked. He told her a thousand things with those eyes. How much he wanted her. How he couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She shifted uncomfortably as the heat began to rise within her again. "We should-"

His lips descended on hers. His hands framed her face as his tongue dived between her parted teeth. It was as though his tongue already knew the exact spots to touch within her mouth to cause a chain reaction through her body.

He pulled her close so that her nipples were pressed against his chest. He could feel the hard buds press into him through several layers of fabric. His hand worked its way under her shirt and sought out the pebbly flesh. He could feel her nipple tighten more as his hand grazed across the thin lace of her bra.

She was drowning in his kiss; yet her body was on fire. She pulled away from his mouth unable to draw in enough air. She was panting; her body already shaking with desire.

"You have a choice to make Bones," he said to her in a calming purr. "You can go to the club and dance, or we can go inside and make love all night long."

He wasn't playing fair her brain screamed. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. 'Who cares' her body answered. 'He knows exactly what he's doing.' She didn't need either to tell her heart what it already knew; a choice; not passion or heat, but a choice. She pulled him in to a kiss.

He picked her up and carried her through the apartment to the master bedroom. He put her down on her feet at the edge of the bed. His eyes locked with hers again as he began to remove her clothes. When she was completely naked he sat her down and removed his own clothing. He stood before her completely naked as his eyes devoured her body.

He knelt in front of her and spread her legs, pulling her to the very edge of the mattress. She quickly realized what his intensions were. Her hands pressed into the mattress behind her to allow her to spread herself further. His mouth began to explore the inside of her thighs; kissing and biting at the flesh. He took his time making his way up her thigh. On his first pass across, he breathed a hot warm breath onto her exposed flesh before making his way down the other leg. He was intentionally torturing her; waiting for her to beg him to give her relief. It didn't take long before her hands came up and pulled at him.

"Please Seeley," she whined.

His tongue dove into her folds, lapping at the sweet juices that had collected there. She cried out in pleasure as her head dropped to the mattress and her body arched. His arms went around her bottom to pull her closer as his tongue moved in and out of her. He circled her clit several times before pulling it into his mouth to suckle and nip at the flesh. Her hips bucked against his face as the waves of her orgasm crashed within her. His tongue dove into her to stimulate the ridges along the roof of her vagina and prolong her gratification.

When she lay spent and shaking, he pulled himself up to lie beside her, stroking her belly and breasts lightly with his fingers. When she looked at him, she saw that his cock still stood at full alert. She couldn't believe he had spent so much time on her while he was in obvious need of relief. She reached for him, but he grabbed her hand. His mouth came down to claim hers and he kissed her. "I told you," he purred, "we have all night."

He gradually coaxed her up to the top of the bed and they laid there stroking each other; learning the secret spots that only lovers knew.

When her body was relaxed and she could feel the heat rising between her thighs again, she rolled him to his back. She pulled herself to straddling him.

"Your turn," she purred. She slowly lifted herself onto his erection; easing herself down his length.

"You like to be on top… don't you?" he chuckled. "You like to be in control."

"Mmm," she moaned as she slowly slid herself up his length till only his tip remained, "I like control as much as you do," she countered, her eyes daring him to deny it, as she slowly lowered herself again. She twined her fingers with his and slowly began to ride him.

"Oh god that feels so good," he moaned. "I'm not gonna make it baby," he growled as his eyes rolled back and his body arched.

"It's okay," she panted. "I'm ready." He came into her with a primal growl his hands grabbed her hips as he thrust as hard as he could. She felt his hot seed spill into her as the waves of another orgasm began to crash through her.

They lay tangled in each other completely spent and exhausted, but neither ready to give in to sleep. "Do you know what would be nice," she whispered as she traced the muscles along his stomach with her fingernail.

"Hmmm?" he responded his eyes never leaving her chest as his finger ran from her sternum to her navel. His eyes drank in her nakedness; feasting on the sight of her.

"A hot bath," she replied. His eyes met hers and he smiled.

"You start the water," he urged as he jumped from the bed. He made his way to the kitchen, remembering something he'd seen there. Noanie's kitchen had come with a wine cooler. He grabbed a bottle of La Crema Sonoma Coast Chardonnay. It was a smooth, creamy, buttery white wine with a hint of jasmine and nutmeg. He opened the bottle, and grabbed two goblets from the rack before making his way back to the bath.

"Mmmm," she purred. "You're pampering me." An evil grin played across her face. She stepped into the tub, which was large enough for three people, as he poured the wine.

They lay opposite each other in the tub, drinking in the smell of the lavender from the bath salts she'd added and sipping the wine. She watched him over the rim of her goblet as her toes traced the side of his thigh. There were a million questions she wanted to ask him, but she didn't want to break the spell they'd woven around themselves.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered, startling her from her contemplation.

"Really," she murmur, her head falling to one side as she watched him. "How is it you managed to resist me for so long then?" she quizzed.

"Because, this… this is all an illusion," he gestured as he spoke, indicating the wine and the bath. "And I'm going to miss you so much when it's gone that a piece of me will die." He looked as though a piece of his heart were already being pulled from his chest.

She placed her glass on the rim of the tub and closed the space between them. "This is just the beginning," she cooed as she placed feathery kisses along his brow. "It's just the beginning."

Her mouth found his and they kissed deeply. Their hands began to grab for each other again, desperate for reassurance of her words.

She straddled him again needing to feel him inside her. He was hard and she was wet. They came together in one quick motion.

His hands came up to cup both her breast. He brought his shoulders and head down to pull one perfect orb into his mouth. He moaned as the taste of the wine on his tongue mingled with her flesh.

She rocked slowly on top of him. She enjoyed the suction of the water as she slid up him and the lapping of the waves against her back as she slide back down. They seemed suspended in their cocoon for an eternity, rocking slowly together. Finally he slid his hand between them and began to apply pressure to her clit.

She could feel the pressure building as her strokes came quicker and harder. His mouth pulled at her breasts, unwilling to break the contact. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she began the familiar ride through the crashing waves of her orgasm. She called out to him and she felt him begin to pulse within her.

They were beyond exhausted when they exited the tub. She pulled on shorts and a t-shirt before climbing into bed, holding the sheets back for him to join her. He pulled on his boxers. He crawled into the bed beside her and pulled her to him. They were both asleep before their heads hit the pillow.

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Brennan woke with a start. His heat was gone from beside her. She could see light peeking from behind the drapes, but the room was dark. Something wasn't right. There was someone in the room. Suddenly she smelled a strong whiff of chemical and her brain barely had time to register chloroform before she was out.

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