Title: Passionate/Uninhibited

Author: SplishySplash, Ihave207Bones

Spoiler: Bones that Foam

Pairing: Booth/Brennan

Rating: M

Summary: "I'm a good driver, Booth." Brennan said.

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I go more for passion and uninhibited rather than gentle

-Temperance Brennan (4x16)

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Her smile grew into one Booth had never seen before and it could almost pass off as deviousness. Slowly, he placed the keys into her hand and she all but skipped to the driver's side. He groaned loudly as she climbed into the seat, starting the engine leaving him to wonder just what he had gotten himself into. He placed his hand on the handle and sent a small prayer to whoever was listening that no damage was to fall on to the car that he couldn't afford in this lifetime.

She revved the engine impatiently and he opened the door. "Easy on the gas, Bones." He chided, sitting on the seat and pulling his seatbelt on. His door shut and she stepped on the gas, turning the car around sharply only to be stopped at the immediate red light. "Gentle Bones."

She tapped her fingers impatiently as the cars passed in the opposite direction, the yellow light shone brightly and an excited breath escaped her lips. The light turned green and Brennan floored it as Booth chanted quietly from her side. "Gentle, Bones!"

The engine purred loudly and Booth held on to the armrest with white knuckles as she shifted gracefully through second, third and fourth gear resting it on fifth as she sped through out the empty city. Booth glanced over to the speedometer as the arrow kissed eighty and ninety. "Simmer down, we are still in the city."

Brennan smiled, but didn't take her eyes off the road as he had given her permission to go more than around the city block in the car. "Are you scared?" She asked with her wicked smile.

"No I'm not scared Bones, I would prefer if you didn't kill anybody." He said through clenched teeth as she pulled on to the empty freeway.

Brennan laughed. "I'm an excellent driver, Booth." She said as the arrow met up with the one hundred and twenty, well over double the speed limit.

She rolled the window down, letting the cool air fill the car and her hair whip around her face. Booth stared at her with a smile, it wasn't often she allowed herself to be carefree and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

The lone cars that shared the road were passed with ease as they neared the Virginia border in a comfortable silence. It wasn't until the wail of a police siren that the silence was broken between the partners with collective 'fuck' between them.

The red and blue lights lit up the night sky behind them and she pulled the car to a stop. Booth had an 'I told you so' ready to escape when what she did next shocked him and his mouth dropped slightly. She unbuttoned the over shirt she was wearing dangerously low and reached her arms behind her to tighten her bra, pushing her breasts together so they spilled dangerously over the top. With her cleavage straining dangerously, she hiked up her skirt enough to show more than enough of her thigh and placed a shiny lip gloss on her lips.

The officer walked over to the window and rested his forearm on the frame with a surprised smile on his face he spoke smoothly. "Good evening, folks." He said as Brennan turned on the interior lights giving Booth and the office a better look at her.

"Good evening, Officer." She leaned closer and read his name tag. "Elliot." Her voice was husky and one that Booth had never heard from her. He groaned inwardly as his pants tightened and his voice refused to work.

"Do you know how fast you were going, Miss?" He asked with a raised brow, slowly taking in her appearance.

She smiled brightly and batted her eyelashes. "No I don't officer." She answered and Booth coughed from beside her, he knew she knew how fast she was going and she was enjoying every minute of it, but he didn't say anything.

"I clocked you going over one hundred and twenty miles, Miss." He said. "I was surprised to see that a woman was driving, usually we have teenage boys driving one of these bad boys at dangerous speeds."

"I'm a woman who is attracted to power." Brennan said lustfully, forcing any annoyance for the stereotypes away.

The officer laughed and held out his hand. "I need to see your license and registration please." He jumped back on to his work.

Brennan reached behind her for her purse and pulled out her wallet, handing him the plastic card before searching for the registration in the glove box that was between her partner's legs. Booth swatted her arm away, not wanting to draw attention to his predicament and opened the compartment, finding the paperwork and passing it across to the officer with his arm brushing across her breast slightly and he jumped back bringing his arm back to his side.

She didn't notice, or didn't care as the officer read over the paperwork. "This isn't your car?" He asked, with a thick brow raised.

"I'm taking it for a test drive." Brennan answered sweetly. "Seeley here was telling me that none of his customers had ever used this car to its full potential and I wanted it to give him a ride that he would never forget." Her hand found its way to Booth's thigh, raking her long manicured fingers on the fabrics and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

The other brow met its friend as the officer glanced at Booth and gave him one of the manly 'you're tapping that' looks. "I will be right back, I'm going to run your information." He turned on his heels and walked back to his cruiser.

Booth exhaled loudly before shooting her an incredulous look. "A test drive, seriously?" He asked, removing her hand from his thigh.

Brennan shrugged, pulling down the sun visor and glancing at her image in the mirror as she pulled out a small makeup case from her purse and applied thick eye liner. "Well it is." Brennan said, Booth watched as the makeup went from professional to sultry almost as fast as the car went from zero to sixty. "Just you're not a car dealer."

Booth balked at her, not quite believing what he was seeing from the normally fully covered woman, his mouth dropped open and shut a few times before the words finally escaped his lips. "What are you doing?" He squeaked.

Brennan shrugged again and put the bag away, her eyes were darkened and smoky in the way she liked it and put the visor back into its place. "Just a theory that Angela brought up a while ago about police officers are less likely to give tickets if you act innocent and show off your, I think the word she used was 'assets'." Booth groaned again, this time more loudly and Brennan frowned. "What?"

"You need to stop listening to Angela because it makes things very difficult." He said uncomfortably as the police cruiser shut loudly, making him jump slightly. Brennan's eyes widened so quickly that he nearly missed it.

Her devious smile graced her face once again as the officer stood next to the window. "Well folks everything checks out just nicely." He said with his clipboard resting in his hands. Brennan's hand traveled back to Booths thigh as her nails raked along the thin slacks higher on his thigh than he was comfortable with and he closed his eyes to keep his erection in check. The officer passed the clipboard to her through the window shooting Booth another 'getting lucky' look. "I'm going to cite for going. . ."

His voice grew distracted as he pointed to the line where she was to place her signature, accidently knocking the pen out of her hand and it landed between her feet. Another sultry smile came to her face as she leaned down to grab it, giving Booth a full and long look at her 'assets.'

The pen found its way into her hand and she sat up to full height, prepared to sign the ticket when he took the clipboard gently from her hands. "On second thought, you folks seem like nice people I'm going to let you off with a warning if you promise to slow down." Brennan's smile turned to one Booth was all too familiar with, the one of triumph and success that she got when she solved the case that was amplified by the amount of skin she was showing. His gloved hand tapped the roof lightly and a smile pointed towards Booth. "It's a beautiful ride you have there, sir. I wouldn't mind giving it a test ride myself, you folks be safe." The officer winked at Booth completely missing Brennan in the process, who excitedly started the car and it hummed quietly.

Booth glared at the officer who turned on his heels back towards his cruiser with a light step. He fumed silently in his seat as Brennan pulled the car away from the curb, settling the speed at a steady sixty five. It was a tense moment of silence before Brennan shot him a look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He mumbled leaning his head against the headrest, willing himself not to look at his scantily clad partner.

Brennan huffed and looked at him but he refused to look at her. "I know you're lying to me, Booth." She said, that caught his attention as he looked at her and immediately regretted it. "I may not be receptive to other people's emotion, but I know you well enough to know something is bothering you."

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "That cop was out of line." Booth answered gruffly.

"For not giving me a ticket?" She asked. "I was merely testing a theory to see if I could us a form of manipulation to get out of a ticket, by. . ."

"No it wasn't that. Well it was, but that's not the whole thing." Booth interrupted looking out the window. Brennan's brow raised as she tried to pick out what was bothering him, the car swayed towards the middle of the road and she sighed, taking notice of a rest stop in front of her she pulled into it and shut the car off. "Why did you stop?"

"I want to know what is bothering you." She said folding her arms, pushing her breasts even closer together.

It was Booth's turn to sigh, knowing full well that she wasn't going to let him drop it. "When he said that it was a beautiful ride you have there, he wasn't referring to the car." Booth answered slowly, turning slightly to look at her and carefully focus only on her face. She squinted in the way she did when she was trying to figure out what he was telling her, adding the variables and references that she knew and understood, but drew up a blank. "He was talking about you."

Her mouth fell open slightly and looked at him for some kind of indication that he was teasing, but found nothing. Booth watched as she quickly processed the information before catching him by surprise. "And that bothers you?" Brennan asked with a small hint of the devious smile on her lips.

He wasn't sure what to say to that. "Yes it does bother me." He answered a moment later.

"Why?" Brennan asked.

His mouth opened and shut. "Why? Why aren't you offended by it?" He stuttered through. "He's clearly objectifying. . ."

He stopped when a hearty laugh came from the anthropologist. She didn't say anything, only reaching down to her ankles and pulling off her shoes before leaning close to Booth and whispering into his ear lustfully. "Isn't that my argument?" She asked.

Booth gasped inaudibly, willing his body to cooperate with him and not her. He gently shoved her back to her side of the car and frowned. "Yes. . ." He argued only to be silenced by Brennan who skillfully crossed the small console and placed herself onto his lap, her thighs trapped his legs between them causing her skirt to ride higher up, giving him ample opportunity to see the lacy underwear.

His eyes widened as her arms rested on his shoulder and her eyes glowed in the street light in front of the abandoned parking lot. "Tell me what is really bothering you?" She said softly, her fingers playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck that were standing on end.

He closed his eyes to remain in control which was quickly disappearing. "What are you doing Bones?" He choked out hoarsely.

She pressed her lips to his cheek just below his ear before she whispered into it. "That isn't what I asked you. I want to know what is bothering you." She pressed her lips to his the corner of his mouth, keeping them there longer than necessary.

His breath stopped momentarily as the tingling radiated through him. It a last attempt to remain in control he grabbed her face roughly and brought her wandering lips to his. She gasped and he took advantage of it by attacking her tongue with his as his hands went to her hair, not allowing her to leave until he was satisfied. He let go of her for just a second to crank the emergency break into place, his hand then found its way immediately to her hip. When breathing became a necessity, he released her and his hands settled on her waist. "Is that what you wanted?" He asked breathlessly.

She pressed her lips to his neck. "No." She said, her nimble fingers working the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He groaned impatiently as her lips kissed his exposed chest. He reached to return the favor only to have her gently slap his hands away. "Not until you tell me."

He leaned his head back against the headrest, watching her sit on his knees with her mouth pressed to his chest was enough to drive him crazy. "I didn't like the way he looked at you." He answered, playing into the jealous alpha male role.

Brennan kissed him thoroughly before breaking away to allow him to unbutton her shirt. She leaned back and her tall frame hunched and her hair dangled to the side as Booth carefully unbuttoned the blouse, pushing it off her shoulders until it bunched at her elbows. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" She whispered. His hands roamed her nearly bare skin, taking in the creamy white as she watched his hands skim across her toned abdomen up towards her breasts and resting them on the sides before pulling her into another earth shattering kiss.

Booth pulled her closer, holding her hips onto his growing erection as their tongues got familiar with each other. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and her fingers raked over his chest in a quick and sporadic pattern as his tongue left hers to explore the skin at her throat when his cell phone rang loudly from his pocket. Booth's mouth left her skin forcefully as he searched his pockets for the phone he opened it and placed it to his ear.

Brennan leaned back to watch for a moment. "Booth?" Booth asked, trying to control his voice as she decided that she didn't want to wait for him to finish his phone call and pressed her lips sweetly to his neck.

"Where are you?" The voice said in a panic. "Oh god, did something happen to the car?"

"No Buddy." Booth said attempting to push Brennan away, but failed at resisting her lips on his skin. "The car is fine I'm on my way to the dealership right now."

The man sighed and muttered something quickly in Hindi. "How much longer are you going to be?" He asked, his accent thick as the irritation set in.

Brennan's hands worked his cocky belt buckle, but she didn't move her lips from his neck and he gasped slightly. "It's going to be about an hour, Buddy." Booth answered. "I ran into a slight delay and I'm on my way."

"Issue with the car?" He inquired.

"The car is. . ." Booth started and impatiently Brennan pulled the phone out of his ear, prepared to end the call. ". . . Fine, one hour." She shut the phone and tossed it in the back with their clothing, again pressing her lips to his hungrily.

It wasn't long until his fingers traveled slowly up her sides to her back and played with the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from their confines. Leaning back, the light from the rest stop made the creamy white of her skin glow and his hands cupped them, rubbing his fingers across her nipples. "So beautiful. . ." He whispered before running his tongue over the uncharted territory and she freed his manhood from his boxers her fingers stroking the length of it.

A shiver of excitement pulsed threw him and she smiled into the kiss. "Do you like that?" She whispered.

"Sweet Jesus," He mumbled with a shudder, his head returning to the headrest and his eye closing as he enjoyed the rhythmic caressing.

Brennan laughed and kissed him again. "My name is Temperance, Booth." She said excitedly. "But you can call me Bones." Trust her to argue religion during sex.

It was his turn to laugh and his hand brushed the hair out of her face. "Sweet Bones," He whispered and his hands traveled down her back and found its way onto her exposed thigh. It was her turn to gasp as his hands danced across it and down towards the middle, finding their way under her matching lacy panties to her wet center. "Looks like I'm not the only excited one."

Her eyes closed as she rested her forearms on his shoulders allowing for him to explore her folds. After long moments she finally spoke. "I want you Booth." She whispered and he complied, pushing her panties to aside and holding her hips before guiding himself into her.

She gasped louder as she lowered herself onto him slowly and Booth muttered something incoherently. With the help of his hands, she thrust wildly for a few long minutes before sitting up and hitting her head on the roof. "Ow, fuck!" She said, rubbing the sore spot on her head.

"You okay?" He asked as he reached up to check for any damage, running his fingers through her sweat laden hair showed no signs of blood.

She flinched as he touched the sore spot, but smiled. "This car is clearly not made for this kind of activity." She said with a bright smile, returning her arms to resting on his shoulders.

"Clearly." He responded and his hands returned to her waist. "Are we okay to continue then?"

Brennan nodded. "We are okay to continue." She said with a smile before continuing where they left off, her hips bucking against his and taking his entire length inside of her.

It wasn't long until their rhythm sped up passionately as her muscles began to tighten around him and her fingernails dug into the back of his shirt. She cried his name as she reached her climax, sending Booth into his own release and he too cried out her name.

Out of breath, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes as Booth's arms found their way around her holding her tightly to him and resting his head against hers. She was almost asleep when Booth's cell phone rang from the backseat and the warmth of his hand on her naked back disappeared to search for the loud ringing.

With a sigh, he opened the phone and cradled it to his ear returning his hand to her back. "Booth." He said quietly.

It was the angry car salesman on the other end. "How much longer?" he asked, Booth looked at his watch and he still had fifteen minutes until he had promised it would be back.

"We are almost there Buddy, but if you keep calling me it will take longer." Booth lied, his hands rubbing the woman's back. "Every time you call I have to pull over remember, you told me that I couldn't talk on my phone while driving it when I picked it up?"

The man scoffed loudly in the phone. "Right, right." He said with a sigh.

"I'm on my way." Booth said, hanging up the phone and placing it into his pocket. He rested his head against his partner's again. "We have to go, Bones."

She groaned, but didn't move. "Do we have to?" She asked contently.

He smiled and pressed his lips to her exposed shoulder. "Unfortunately," He said gently forcing her to sit upright. "We have to take the car back." She nodded, knowing that he was a man of his word. With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself off of him and crossed back to the driver's seat, bumping her head on the roof again.

"Ow!" She cried again her hand going to her head, wincing slightly. Booth chuckled as he started to redress himself and gained a glare from the anthropologist. "Fuck, next time get a bigger car or you climb into the driver's seat."

He held his hands up in surrender. "You are way more dexterous than I am." He said as she put her bra back on and pull her shirt back on to her shoulders. "And you were on top logically I couldn't climb over to the driver's seat. It's a small price to pay to be passionate and uninhibited."

She glared at him again which quickly turned into a smile. "Well it's worth it." Brennan said, reaching to turn on the ignition when Booth grabbed her arm.

"Hey! It's my turn." He said, she took a moment and nodded as she turned the engine back off, this time opting to use the door to get to the other side of the car. Booth met her at the back of the car, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply before taking his seat in the driver's side and Brennan sitting comfortably in the passengers. He gave her a bright smile before the engine roared to life and he took the emergency break off. "I'm going to show you how to be gentle."

Brennan smiled and put her seat belt on as Booth shifted the car into reverse and pinned her into the seat as he shifted again before pulling away from the rest stop towards the city. Booth decided against showing off his technical driving skills because true to his word the ride was gentle enough to lull Brennan asleep as he sped off towards the city with the soft lyrics coming from the speakers to distract him from the sleeping woman, even though all the buttons were done up in a professional way she still was beautiful.

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The dark parking lot came into view just shy of the deadline he reached out for her and shook her gently. "Hey Bones." He said softly. "We're here."

Her eyes fluttered opened. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." She said sleepily as he pulled into the parking lot. Buddy stood in the front door, annoyance prominent in his features even in the dark.

His smile softened and his hand found its way into hers. "Don't worry about it." He said with a bright smile. "You're kind of cute when you're sleeping."

Brennan's sleepy smile turned into a sleepy glare as he turned the car off and they climbed out, grabbing their jackets from the backseat as Buddy greeted them with a tense smile. "You are on time and I thank you for that."

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting Buddy." Booth said, joining Brennan at the end of the car and looping an arm around her shoulders as she held both jackets to her closely.

His smile grew genuine and he extended his hand for Booth to take. "It is not a problem, Agent Booth. Have you put any thought into buying the car?" Buddy asked.

The partners shared a look and let out a small chuckle. "Not tonight, Buddy." Booth said tossing the keys towards the car salesman. Buddy frowned and handed Booth his own keys. "Thank you for letting me test drive it, though. Come on Bones, let's go home."

The turned on their heels towards the long black SUV as Buddy shouted at them. "Are you sure? I can give you the employee discount and give it to you for a steal. . ." They ignored him as Booth held the door open for her and she climbed in.

Booth climbed into his own seat and the engine roared to life. He pulled from the parking lot with Buddy waving madly as Brennan shot Booth a smile. "Where are we going now?"

"I was thinking to your place so I can show you what making love is." Booth said with a cocky smile.

"Well if it's anything like your driving, I might fall asleep again." She said with a laugh, Booth looked at her appalled, but smiled when he saw her eyes twinkling.

"That wasn't a nice joke, Bones." He said with a laugh, pushing her slightly. He sobered up and took her hand in his. "I'm going to change your way of thinking on that Bones, don't you doubt it."

Brennan conceded. "We'll see about that."