This one-shot is based on a prompt from SleeplessInAtlanta, who just loves any time B&B have a hot and playful nooner! She also helped make this one extra hot and awesome, so thankssss!

-b&b-

"Thanks," Booth nodded once toward the waitress who brought them their bill. He rwas done with his lunch so he deliberately turned his plate so his fries and the ketchup were toward his partner. A small smile graced his lips as several memories swept through his mind.

Sure enough, within a couple of seconds, Booth watched as she reached across, stole one of his fries, and dipped it in the ketchup. She'd claimed the right to do that a long time ago, and just as easily, he'd given her the right to do anything to him that she wanted. Happiness didn't even begin to describe how content Booth felt at waking up to her and tugging her close to him every night.

She had a small piece of chocolate cake today for dessert, and Booth watched as she took a bite. The frosting covered fork made a slow exit from her lips, and she groaned low in her throat.

Brennan licked at the inside of her upper lip and then took a quick sip of her coffee, pausing when she noticed Booth staring at her.

His eyes were serious, but there was something…darker lurking behind them.

"…What?" she asked, a nervous laugh tinged in her voice.

Booth stared at her for a moment longer, seemingly considering his next words. Then, he placed his elbows on the table and leaned toward her. "That's the exact sound you make when I'm inside you."

Her eyes flashed—in arousal and in surprise that he would mention something so sexy while they were in public. She knew he wasn't a prude between the sheets, but he was still private in his public life.

They stared at one another, and Booth nearly started when he felt Brennan's foot along his leg in what felt like an invitation. He wanted to accept that invitation so badly, and he got so hard, so fast, it was a wonder his dick didn't hit the table.

His chest expanded, and he refused to look away. Brennan let one finger swirl in the chocolate frosting of her cake. She placed the tip of her finger between her lips and then moaned again while her tongue licked away the frosting.

Booth groaned, and Brennan bit her bottom lip.

"Bones, I…"

"Yes," she agreed automatically, and then they were standing up. Booth tossed several bills onto the table and then grabbed Brennan. He kept her close to his front, and he laughed when she wiggled against him. She giggled when they were pressed together in the door, and once they were outside, Booth grabbed her hand and pulled her into a nearby alley way. He kissed her passionately—and it was harder than usual with them both smiling. He chuckled again and placed a soft kiss in the spot where her neck met her jaw. Brennan clasped her hands around his biceps and squeezed.

He scraped his teeth against her throat and started to grind his erection hard between her legs, feeling so horny—despite the fact that they'd been having regular incredibly mind-blowing sex for what seemed like weeks straight. But still, how in the hell had they gone from having lunch to grinding each other in the alley.

"You're very hard," Brennan gasped, proving to him that he was right there with her in every way.

Booth laughed breathlessly. "I know," he moaned, running his hands between her ass and the wall and squeezing. He rocked her against him, groaning at the added pressure. "Shit, I feel like I'm one wrong move from coming in my pants."

"We should find somewhere private," she breathed and ran her hands up to his shoulders.

"Yeah," he agreed, even though he didn't make a move to step away from her. "We should," he nodded again, pressing a hand on her back.

She grasped onto his belt and held on as he spun them so his back was flat against the rough brick wall. She yanked once, luxuriating in the feel of his hard-on pressing so deliciously between her legs.

"Damn," he cursed and tried to still her hips in his hands. "Seriously…let's get out of here."

"My place," she offered, and caught his mouth with hers. "It's closer."

"Hmmm…okay," he nodded, finally tearing himself away from her, and then they made their way back out to the street. Brennan's car was closer too, and she got into the driver's seat. Most of the time, Booth didn't like riding in her car, but now he took advantage. He leaned over the console and swept her hair back from her neck before laying a sweet line of tickling kisses from her neck to where her shirt began.

"We're bad," she breathed with a laugh, and gasped when he placed his hand on her thighs.

"Oh," he husked out. "But it feels so good," he insisted with a soft scrape of his teeth against her earlobe.

She laughed again, the sound so young and carefree, it made Booth feel almost like a teenager about to go make-out with the prettiest girl in school.

Brennan shivered and he continued his sweet torture until she finally pulled into a spot in front of her apartment. Immediately, she took his hand and shoved it between her legs, arching up at the pressure and proving how hot and wet she already was. "Come inside," she offered, and their eyes met.

Despite their sexual experience, they both flushed at the double meaning in her words. Booth pressed the heel of his hand to the top of her mound and began to rotate, gently brushing her clit through her pants. "I can't wait to unzip you and use my fingers on you. I know you're gonna be so hot and so wet and so fucking ready for me."

"And you'll be ready for me too, right?" she rasped.

"Yeah," he kissed her mouth hard, and she grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked against his touch. "No," she broke away and pulled in a deep breath. "Not here…"

Booth nodded and then opened his door quickly. Brennan did the same and then they were racing up to her complex's front door. His hands rode low on her hips, and he kissed her neck while they waited for the elevator. The doors opened, and Booth was prepared to shove her inside and up against the wall, lift their hands over her head and thrust between her thighs and take the delicious pressure up a notch. But her elderly neighbor was in the elevator. He gave them both a smile, and Brennan and Booth stood side by side, demurely biding their time as the electric numbered lights signaled the elevator's travels. They stole glances at one another and almost laughed. The elevator came to a stop and they patiently waited for Brennan's neighbor to precede them. Booth pressed soft kisses to the back of Brennan's neck when she used her key in her lock, and she giggled when it didn't work the first time. By the time they got inside her door, they were both laughing. Booth took her hips in his hands and turned her so her back was against her front door. He lifted her hands above her head and then let his body fall against hers. He pressed his mouth to hers and his tight length against the center of her thighs.

Brennan moaned deliciously against his mouth and rotated her body against his. She fought against his hold and then when her hands were loosened, she yanked his shirt from his pants, quickly sliding her hands over his strong and warm back.

"Oh yeah," he grunted and nimbly worked at her clothes until he could undo her blouse and bra and bury his face between her breasts. He murmured his approval as he sucked one pink peak between his lips. Brennan gasped, and the sound reminded Booth that there was another sound he wanted to hear. He kept up his mouth's work and used his hands to undo her pants. He unzipped them and shoved his hand inside, pushing her panties aside and plunging his fingers into her. "Oh fuck, baby, yeah," he rubbed, her passage so creamy wet and tight, he could hardly wait to feel her around his dick. "You're soaked. So wet, Bones. I need…I need in you. Right now,"

Brennan arched her back as she watched him unzip his own pants and shove them down. She could have easily come in the front seat of her car—fully clothed. When Booth touched her bare skin, she always shivered, and now, he was spreading her thighs just before he buried himself deep inside her silky wet core.

"Oh," she moaned.

"Oh yeah," Booth bragged. "That's it, baby." He bit his lip and began thrusting into her over and over at just the right angle. "Hell, yeah."

He was boasting; she knew it. But he was also fucking her and making her feel "oh, so good…"

Her fingers stroked over his chest and his shoulders and when he sucked in his stomach at her touch, she smiled against his mouth. Her hand slipped between them and when she cupped his balls, he threw his head back, thrust his hips forward and let out a desperate sound of his own. The last thought she had before she exploded around him was that she had some bragging rights of her own.

-b&b-