A/N: Apologies for not updating like I should have been, I've been so busy with school work and my Grandmother's in hospital. I've been suffering through writer's block so this probably isn't the best. I haven't written a BB fic in a while so here we go~! Thanks to moonserenity089 for the suggestion. I don't own the Bones characters at all.
He didn't know why it bothered him so much, but as the agent walked into the office his jaw dropped instantly. His partner was bent over her desk, ass shaking from side to side as she fiddled with items on her desk, completely unaware that he had even walked in the room.
Booth stood there, the words that had formed on his lips had instantly died as his eyes ran appreciatively over her tight, jean-clad ass. His lips absentmindedly ran over his lips and he coughed to catch her attention, staring at the ground.
The anthropologist spun around and smiled, leaning back against her desk. In that gaze, the agent couldn't help but notice the glint in her eyes that he had known in the four months they had been dating. That same look only appeared when she was thinking about something devious. Something that most likely included him.
As he visibly gulped, Booth noticed the way the seductive smile widened further. Something was definitely different about her, almost as if there was a new found confidence that had emboldened her all of a sudden.
"Morning Booth." She exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey before she turned back around and re-arranged the items on her desk once again.
"M-Morning Bones." Booth replied, cursing inwardly to himself as he stuttered and noticing the way Brennan let out a soft laugh at his stutter.
"Something the matter?" Brennan spun around now, pressing herself further back against the desk, trying to act as innocent as possible but it wasn't going to fool him.
"You seem just a little too cheerful for a Monday morning." Booth accused, taking a couple of steps forward. "Not saying that I don't want you to be happy this morning or anything but something seems different." He continued to ramble, brow creasing at the way she laughed once again.
Stepping even further into her personal space than probably needed, the agent captured her face in-between two hands and pulled her towards him. Their lips met softly before Booth tugged on her bottom lip teasingly, grumbling at the way she pulled away regrettably, hands resting on his chest and pushing back slightly.
"Well the other day I went out on one of my 'Girl Days' with Angela the other day an-"
"Jesus Christ Bones, please don't say you told her anything about our personal life again." Booth hissed, staring down at her.
"I can't reveal any secrets of the Girl Day Booth. It's the code." She replied with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin in defiance. "Besides, you should be thanking her. If it wasn't for talking about our personal life I wouldn't be wearing these new jeans that you seem to have such an interest in." she purred with a smirk.
Booth looked down at her aghast, stepping closer and cupping her ass in two palms and squeezing roughly through the jeans ripping a soft moan from her throat.
"Why'd you bother buying new jeans for anyway? If it was to change your appearance I like you the way you are." Ducking his head down, the agent trailed soft kisses against the exposed, creamy skin of her neck and she whimpered in response.
"I-I like to surprise you Booth…"Brennan replied breathlessly, letting out a gasp as he raked his teeth over her pulse point.
"Oh you like to surprise me huh baby?" Booth questioned huskily, eyes turning a dark shade of onyx. "How's this for surprises?"
Without any warning, one of the hands that were resting against her ass slowly snaked their way to the front of the jeans. Rubbing softly against her mound through the jeans and feeling the heat that was starting to become apparent even through the denim.
"B-Booth what are you?" she questioned but it was cut off as their lips met once again, his tongue pressing for entrance and entwining with her own.
Undoing the buttons and zipper of the jeans, the agent slid his hand past the jeans and over the fabric of her silk panties. Running a finger experimentally over the slit of the silk only to find her absolutely soaked.
"As much as I love these jeans, I like what's underneath them even more." He whispered against her ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe.
Pushing her panties to the side, the agent carefully pushed two fingers into her soaked heat grinning at the way her walls clenched around him. She let out a breathless sigh, leaning against him completely.
Booth continued to pump his fingers in and out of Brennan, watching the way her lips were parted as she continued to gasp and moan her approval, her hips grinding down onto his fingers while his thumb toyed with her clit.
"Fuck yes yes yes yes…. Faster!" the anthropologist begged, panting against his neck.
Booth couldn't help but comply, pressing his thumb harder against her clit while inserting a third finger into her and curling them backwards against her g-spot.
"O-Oh… God… Booth Booth… I-I'm coming," Brennan moaned, letting out a breathless moan as her walls clenched around his fingers and resting against him as the orgasm continued to wrack her body, wave after wave.
The agent carefully did up her jeans, pressing a kiss to her temple and her lips to help her recover. A soft knock at the door caught their attention and Booth whipped around to notice Angela Montengero leaning against the door with a smirk.
"I just came to see if Bren wanted to go to lunch, but if you're both busy maybe I'll come back later." The artist exclaimed, laughing at Booth's shocked face.
"She's all your Ange. I was just leaving." Booth stuttered, moving to rush from her office as quickly as possible. "I'll see you later Bones!"
Just as he was about to leave, the agent turned back to Angela and mumbled.
"Thanks for the jeans, maybe you could convince her to buy more. They worked like a charm."
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