"Well, hey, Bones," Booth leaned back in his office chair and smiled as Brennan walked into his office. "I thought you were on your way to the airport."

"I was," she conceded and closed his office door. "I am," she clarified as she leaned back against the window. "But I thought I would stop by here first."

"Ah," Booth grinned and placed his hands behind his head. "Needed to see your man one more time, hmmm?" He let his eyes flicker over her clothes, more than a little bit surprised at her attire. But hell, if Bones wanted to fly to see Russ while wearing a crisp white shirt and a gray pencil skirt, she could do that. He admired the lengths of her legs, prettily encased in sheer black hose, and her shoes were deep black and shiny, high heeled and sexy.

She didn't answer, but just smirked, and Booth's eyes narrowed. It wasn't like her to let something like 'your man' slip by, but he would take it if he could get it. He was considering his small victory and missed the way her fingers slipped under the hem of her skirt.

"And you're going to get my car today and you're prepared to pick me up from the airport on Sunday afternoon?" she reminded him, as if she wasn't lifting the front of her skirt, inch by inch for his eyes.

"Um…" his eyes were pinned to her body, and he swallowed hard, realizing he practically had no moisture in his mouth. "Yeah, yes…" he blinked when he saw that what he thought was panty hose were really thigh high stockings held up with a sexy garter belt. Booth licked his lips when she lifted the skirt enough to make him wonder if she was wearing any panties at all. A low growl escaped his throat when she stopped her movements. His eyes flew to her face, and she was smiling at him in confidence. Damn.

But he couldn't help it that her body made him practically salivate. He realized too late that his pants were getting too tight, and he shifted in his seat, thankful at least that he was behind his desk.

"I will pick you up at the airport," he told her, a slight edge to his voice. He was getting one hell of a peepshow, and it was a damn good thing that the back of her skirt kept any part of her out of the view of anyone else he worked with.

"Good, thank you," she nodded, and once again, her fingers moved down to her skirt. As if a reward for his right answer, she lifted her skirt high enough to show him that she there wasn't anything between her thighs but soft, touchable skin. As if a punishment for his happiness, she tortured him further by placing one long, slim index finger directly between her slit. "Please don't be late," her hips remained perfectly still as her finger worked up and down, and Booth realized she was probably stroking that sweet clit he loved kissing.

"I detest waiting at airports," she told him, and he must have nodded or given her some sort of affirmation, because she thanked him again.

Then, suddenly, she lowered her skirt again, and briskly walked toward him. She placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in for a quick kiss. Her finger was silky soft, and he swore he could smell her perfect scent at her touch. But then she was pulling away, telling him she'd see him on Sunday, and sashaying out of his office.

His fingers clenched on the arms of his desk chair, and he had to force himself not to follow her and pin her up against the wall of an FBI elevator…

…

Brennan couldn't help the smile on her face as she securely fastened her seatbelt and began driving out of the FBI parking garage and into traffic. She supposed it was slightly risky to take the time to visit Booth before heading to the airport, but she estimated that she would still be able to make it to the airport with plenty of time for her flight. She hadn't been lying to Booth—she did detest waiting at airports. But she also hadn't exactly admitted that he was right. She had wanted to see him one last time before her trip. Torturing him was just too deliciously easy, and she'd pulled on the sexy underwear, wanting to give him something to think about while she was gone.

She changed lanes and moved toward the off-ramp when she noticed a light flashing on her phone. Picking it up from the passenger seat, she saw a text from Booth.

Call me was all it said.

Quickly dialing his number, she wasn't surprised when he answered right away.

"Booth…what is it?"

His voice was low and husky when he laughed. "Oh, right," he mocked. "As if you don't know exactly what kind of condition I'm in after your little stunt."

Brennan smiled to herself and set her phone to speaker, placing it in the hands-free cartridge near her gear shift.

"But, hey" he was still talking. "I'm used to it. I've known for a long time what it's like to want you all day long, Bones," he murmured, and she could just imagine him sitting behind his desk, all strong lines and crisp dress clothes and barely leashed control—holster strapped to his shoulders, tie barely loosened around his neck. She shivered involuntarily.

"But there's one thing I know now, you see."

Curiosity piqued, Brennan made a small questioning sound.

She heard Booth laugh softly as if she'd fallen into some expected verbal trap he'd set up. "Here's the thing, Bones…" his voice was even lower. "While I know what it's like to want you so badly I can almost taste it," he paused and Brennan shivered again. She knew what he was talking about. There were times when he slid his body over hers, and the look in his eyes was feral, determined and so wonderfully desperate. "I also know your body now, and I know there's no way in hell that you aren't wet and a little on edge. Hmmm?" his voice held his signature quiet confidence. "I know what happens when I touch you between your legs. I know what happens when you like to play it a little naughty, Bones. When you wear that sexy garter belt just for me, I know all day, you're just thinking about me peeling it off your body. I know the way your back arches and the way your thighs part just a little bit more when you're so damn ready for me."

Brennan's breath was coming rapidly, and she peeked around at the other drivers on either side of her car.

Booth didn't seem to need a response, because he cleared his throat and kept talking. "You didn't change your clothes, did you, baby?"

She blinked, "No…no,"

"Good," his voice was sure, though still quiet. "Alright, Bones…here's what I want you to do."

Her breathing hitched, and she recognized those words. They always accompanied some sexy request from him, and now she squirmed in her driver's seat, her fingers clenching on the steering wheel.

"How much time do we have?" he asked. And it was like he was right there with her, ready to touch her.

"10 minutes…or so," She estimated, her feet spreading as much as the space would allow.

"That'll work," he told her. "Undo your blouse," he commanded. "Just one more button. I like it when we're home, and you start to take off your shirt, Bones," he murmured. "And I like watching you get dressed. I love seeing the pretty flush on your chest, just above your bra. And nobody knows it's there but me…that's the best part."

She smiled at his possessive words, but also did as he ordered, letting one small button loose. Immediately she looked down, and her curves were highlighted by a pink blush.

"Your shirt was white, so I'm guessing your bra is too, hmmm?" Booth asked, and brought her back to their conversation.

"Yes,"

"Yeah," he murmured. "But which one, Bones? That plain white one that opens for me in the front?" he asked. "The real lacy one that goes down to your waist? God, I love that one…"

Brennan remembered the morning she'd shown off her new corset to him. His mouth had fallen open, and he'd made her wear it all night long that night, pounding into her from behind and then flipping her over and stroking all over her body as he came inside her.

"The one with the bow in the middle," she told him and discreetly moved her hand down her blouse to finger the little bow.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned. "I like that one. The way the material is kinda thick, but if I press it tight against you, I can still make out your pretty nipple. Mmmm,"

Brennan imagined him doing just that, sliding down her body until his mouth was level with her chest. The thicker cup made it harder to feel his mouth through the fabric, but he loved the challenge and usually set to sucking her hard enough until she arched off the bed. Only then would he peel the cup away and lightly lick and suck her bare nipple until she begged him for a harder touch. "Oh,"

"Ah, yeah," she heard his laugh, and realized he'd heard her real-time breathy moan.

"Where are you?" she asked him, wondering if he really was talking her off from behind his desk. If so, was he stroking himself? Brennan moaned again at the image.

"Does it matter?" he countered. "What if I locked my office door, Bones," his voice was low, but she had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth. "What if I'm in the breakroom, hmmm?"

Her hips shifted again on her seat, and she made her eyes focus on the road as she used a free hand to slide her skirt up to the tops of her thighs.

"What if I came out to the SUV? You left that bottle of hand lotion in the glove compartment, and I've been thinking about it,"

"Oh,…" she gasped at the image.

"The windows are tinted, you know that. Just like yours, baby. You got your windows all the way up? No one can see in?"

"Yes," she breathed, and when her hips shifted again, the bottom of her skirt rode up against the curve of her ass.

"I could do whatever I wanted, Bones," he continued. "Behind my desk, in the SUV, back in our bed," his voice was dark and needy, and he was paying her back in full for her little tease in his office. "But this is not about me, Bones. This is about you and the orgasm I'm going to give you."

"You are?" she gasped.

"Sure," he purred. "Because even though I should punish you for coming here and leaving me all hot and bothered, I can't stand thinking of you all wet and horny and not do anything about it."

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, incapable of responding with words. Her hand was on her bare upper thigh, and she traced the strap of her garter belt with one index finger.

"You are wet and horny, aren't you baby?" he made her admit. "Cause if not, then-"

"Yes," she rasped out. "Damn it, you know I am."

He laughed, but it was sexy and turned her on even more. "Let me get you off. Ready?"

She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her. "Yes,"

Brennan imagined the smile that covered his face at her single word answer.

"One finger," he commanded. "Gently. Touch yourself, not your clit…just all around it. Mmmm, just like that, Bones," he added, as if knowing she was following his directions.

Which of course, she was. "Booth…" she gasped, trying desperately not to let her head fall back and her eyes slam shut.

"How wet are you?" he asked.

"Very…" she replied immediately, holding back nothing from him. "Like the other night."

She heard him groan and knew he knew exactly what she was talking about. They'd fallen into bed together and kissed, almost too tired to do anything else. But their lazy kisses grew in passion until Brennan forced Booth's hand between her legs. He'd wrenched his mouth away from hers with a gasp, "Damn, Bones…you're soaked," he'd observed with wonder in his voice. He'd wrapped his wet fingers around his own self, stroking hard and then sliding into her drenched heat.

The memory made her brain fairly buzz, and she whimpered. Booth groaned again too, and she knew he was imagining stroking into her until they both came.

"Put your fingers in you," he cut to the chase, his voice deep and demanding. "Stroke, nice and slow at first, baby."

Her breathing came in short pants as she followed his instructions, letting three fingers inside. The angle meant they only went in knuckle deep, but the sensation at her opening was electric, and it felt so good.

"Faster," was all he said, and she obliged, gripping the steering wheel with her other hand as she came to a stop at a red light.

"Booth," she gasped, his name falling from her lips as easily as it would have if he'd been the one fingering her.

"Yeah," he growled. "That's right. I know what you need." He cleared his throat, and she knew, wherever he was, that he was at least as affected by this as she was. "That's how I know it's time to touch your pretty little clit. Right, Bones?"

"Yes," she panted. "Fuck, yes."

He laughed, low in this throat, and she realized her dirty talk had let him know exactly how close she was to coming.

"Alright, then," his voice seemed to be back to normal, as if he was in control, while she was quickly sliding into a puddle of desperate need. "Use your thumb or whatever works best. It's a shame you probably have your suitcase in the trunk, cause I'm guessing your tiny little special-trip vibrator is packed away there, right?"

"It's not tiny," she insisted, but didn't deny it.

Booth laughed again. "Sure it is," he bragged. "At least, compared to the real thing."

Brennan cursed again, and he chuckled. "You gotta be getting close to the airport. Are you close, baby? Hmmm?"

His question had two answers, and both were decidedly yes. Brennan removed her hand from her body and groaned as she pulled her car into the parking garage and navigated to a quick spot. "I'm parked. Hurry," she demanded.

"Listen to me, Bones," Booth began. "I want you to touch your clit with one finger. Imagine it's my tongue on you. Imagine that when you walked into my office, I didn't let you walk out, but instead, I picked you up, laid you out on my desk and started licking between your legs."

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, her eyes finally falling shut as she stroked her tight bud and imagined. .

"But that wouldn't be enough, would it?" he continued, and Brennan rotated her hips. "Use your other hand and finger yourself baby, and let me hear you."

"Keep talking," she demanded breathily as she slid her other hand into her mouth. She sucked on her fingers for a few seconds before sliding them between her legs and into her body. "Oh, yesss," she cried out.

"Yeah," Booth grunted. "You're nice and tight, and it's not gonna take long. That's fine, baby. Imagine that while I'm licking you, I also slip my finger into your tight body. Oh, it feels so good, Bones, and it's going to feel even better the next time, because it will be my cock. I start slowly, letting my finger move all around, making sure I touch every spot that really drives you wild."

Brennan began to clench against her fingers as she pressed against her g-spot. As if he could see her as well as hear her, Booth began to talk her through it.

"Then I find the spot that really makes you come, baby." He murmured. "And I concentrate my touch right there. There's nothing about it that would let any man know that it's what makes you come, but I know…because I know you, Bones," he bragged, his voice deep and steady. "I know the sounds you make, I know the way your neck falls back. I know just want you want, and I know just how to give it to you. Now, come for me, Bones," he demanded. "Come on your fingers."

Brennan pressed her thumb to her clit and her fingers tight in her body, and then she exploded, her entire body tensing toward her middle before pressing outward, her feet on the car floor and her head pressed back against the headrest. "Oh, oh…Ohhhhhhhh," she whimpered and came down from her high. "Booth, that was…"

"That's right," he bragged. "Good job, Bones. Now, you'd probably better hurry. I know you hate to be late."

She smiled lazily and continued to lightly stroke between her thighs. "I'll call you tonight?" she offered, and he let out a single laugh. She heard the slightly pained edge to his voice and knew he had not had an orgasm.

"Yeah," he grunted. "And make sure you're alone. Okay?"

She smiled wider and used a napkin from her glove compartment to wipe her fingers. "Okay," she agreed. "And remember to bring my hand lotion in from the SUV."

He groaned, long and low, and she laughed, glad to know she could torture him as much as he tortured her.

"Goodbye, Booth."

"Goodbye, Bones. I love you." He added, and she smiled before she pressed 'End' on her phone.

-b&b-

Everybody still doing okay?