Dec. 11th: PolamaluGirl chose the word "feathers".

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"Stop right now or I swear to God, Booth!" Brennan cried as she chased him out of the Jeffersonian's flower garden.

"You don't believe in God!" He shouted back, refusing to stop.

"You're making a spectacle of yourself!" She yelled as she got closer to him.

"Hey, you know, you're the one chasing me." He pointed out as he made it to the stop light. Rather than slow down, he turned and headed down the block to the next intersection.

"Why are you so upset?" She asked. That was enough to get him to stop dead in his tracks. His entire body tensed before he turned around. Suddenly, Brennan regretted everything that had taken place in the last three minutes. She took a step back and he saw the retreat for what it was.

"Why am I so upset?" He repeated as he sauntered slowly, but frighteningly so, over towards her. She gulped. His eyes were black and every muscle in his body was tight and Brennan's body reacted how it normally did when seeing this side of him.

Traitor, she mentally scolded her body.

Her breathing was heavy as he stared her down incredulously.

"It was…it was for a case?" She stuttered, unable to come up with anything else when he was looking at her like that. He turned calmly and raised his hand, hailing a cab. Brennan blinked at the action, completely confused. The cab pulled up to the curb and Booth opened the door and pushed her inside it. He slammed the door on her and gave the cabbie her address and started walking back towards his office. She wanted to protest but she was so shocked by his bold move that she couldn't even speak. The cabbie didn't seem to notice her silence and he whisked her away without another sound.

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Brennan stormed up through her apartment and grabbed her gym bag. She began throwing things into it haphazardly. She might have made him angry first, but now, she was the one who was seething. How dare he? She had been doing it for his case. She had been trying to help him. Well, if he was going to react that way, she wasn't going to be here when he came back to make things right. She loaded up her bag and was halfway towards the door when he knocked. She frowned. He must have gotten in the first cab after her to have already made it to her door. That was fast, even for him.

She didn't bother answering it. If he wanted entry, he was going to have to get his own key out. He knocked one more time, this time yelling her name through the door, as if she didn't already know it was him. She had a bag full of clothes and toiletries and she was zipping it up when he finally made his way through the front door.

Booth was livid. She could tell without even raising her head to see him. The air in the room thickened by just his presence.

"Moving out?" He asked.

"Going to the gym to work off my rage." She said, barely constrained. "Not that it's any of your business." She added as she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. He twisted his neck, clearly wanting to strangle her but she didn't look him directly in the eye. She wasn't sure what would happen if she did, but she wanted to avoid it.

"Your rage?" He asked. "You're angry now?"

"Yes, Booth. I'm angry." She said definitively as she threw her bag down at her feet. "You just walked away from me like my side of the story didn't matter. Then, you put me in a cab and just dismissed me without another word!"

"Not such a great feeling, huh?" He countered. Her eyes narrowed at his remark and she scoffed, picking up her bag.

"You can show yourself out." She instructed as she passed him brusquely.

"No." He said as he sat down on her couch.

"No?"

"No." He put his feet up on her coffee table, just to piss her off even more.

"Come on then," she cried, "let's have it out. I know you're dying to tell me what I did wrong." Booth set his feet on the ground again as he leaned forward and began recounting her sins.

"I specifically told you that this assignment was off limits. It was too dangerous for you to be there." He added sharply. "And yet, when I walked into that room under cover, what did I see? My girlfriend, in lingerie and a boa, sitting in the lap of a mob boss!" He stood up, his anger flying freely now. "The surprise at seeing you alone could have blown my cover. You weren't even sure of my cover story, I mean, everything could have been destro…"

"We had to improvise! You needed that information immediately. I called your office and they brought me in. I was prepped as thoroughly as I ever am. You are just upset because you didn't know that I was going to be there."

"Do you know how hard it is to not react when I see you practically naked, aside from some silk and feathers, draped around one of the most wicked men in DC?!" He yelled. Brennan fell silent. "What?!" He asked, completely disconcerted by her silence.

"Are you…are you jealous?" She asked, her brow furrowing in incredulity.

"Of what?" He asked.

"Of Roxie." She said as she backed up. "You're upset because I became Roxie on this case." She realized. "You didn't mind when she was draped over you, snapping gum in your ear." She reminded him.

"You're ridiculous." He shook his head, pushing the idea aside. But Brennan knew she was right, and she knew there was only one answer. She pushed her jacket off her shoulders and set it aside. She removed her necklace and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Booth stared at her in confusion. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Do you really think I went lingerie shopping and didn't buy something for you?" She asked as she removed her jeans. Beneath her clothes, she had a black lace push-up bra and black lace panties. Her cream skin pressed through the lace, tantalizing him with the intense contrast of color. Booth stood there staring at her and she pressed herself against him longingly. "I'm yours, Booth. Only yours." She felt his body react to her words and she reached down and stroked him through his slacks. He grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around and pressed her over the kitchen table. She felt his erection against her backside as he held her there for a moment. He released her wrist but she didn't move. Instead, she widened her stance in silent invitation. She loved being in control but sometimes, she just loved letting him have his way with her. It was very exhilarating.

"Damn right, you're mine." He hissed in her ear as he bent over her, pressing her chest flat against the table. "You are mine and mine alone." He growled roughly as she felt the clasp on her bra release. His large hands ran from the small of her back up to her shoulders, shoving the bra off her body. She pushed it aside as Booth's hands continued their exploration of her spine. "I can still remember zipping up that first dress." He reminisced. "The sight of you completely bare underneath it; your curves hiding just out of view, lost to the shadows of the tight dress, God, Bones." He murmured, deep in memory. "My hands itched to run under the fabric and explore that pale skin. If I had known it was as soft and smooth as it looked, I might not have been able to resist." He reminded her as he yanked the remaining lace down around her ankles.

"I would have let you." She assured him confidently. "I was already yours, even back then." She hadn't worn underwear the entire trip in hope that his discipline might snap.

"Mine." Booth murmured again and she heard his pants drop around to the floor. He rubbed his erection in her damp folds, readying himself for his penetration and also just driving her mad with desire. "I used to think back to that moment and I'd have to jerk off." He informed her as she clutched the table harder. "I used to dream about fucking you, just like this, that tight dress shoved around your hips as I took you hard from behind."

"Oh yes." Brennan agreed. "Oh yes. I'd, ohhh," she hummed, losing her train of thought as he entered her swiftly. "I'd touch myself too." She confessed. "I'd be so wet for you, but it, it was never enough." One hand held her wrist down against the table and the other clutched her hip and kept a rough rhythm.

"No…" He agreed as he thrust into her desperately, already at his wit's end after the passion of their fight. "Never enough."

She cried out as waves of pleasure wracked her body. He followed quickly, spilling into her as his body jerked behind her. She tried desperately to catch her breath as her body lay spread out beneath him in total surrender.

"Bones, Bones, Bones," he muttered as he fell limply from her body. He reached for her hand as he collapsed in the nearest kitchen chair. She let him pull her back and she fell into his lap. He immediately pushed her hair aside and lovingly kissed and sucked on the back of her neck. Her hand reached behind her and held his head tenderly. "I'm sorry." He murmured against her flesh.

"Me too." She relented. "I love you, Booth." She told him.

"I know." He nuzzled her neck and spun her around to face him. "I love you too." He promised as he looked into her eyes. "Truce?" She smiled at the offer.

"Truce." She nodded.