I started this chapter as soon as I'd posted the last one, and was making good progress when I saw a video on Facebook about horrific road accidents. Now I feel ridiculously guilty about it. So please, drive safe people!

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They drove in a comfortable silence. Every so often, she'd look over to him; he'd look back to her. Words weren't exchanged and yet both knew what was being said between them. I love you. I need you. I'm happy, really happy.

Pulling up outside her apartment building she moved to get out of the SUV; he didn't.

"You're not coming in?" There was a distinct hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I think, for the sake of both our sanities, it's best I stay out here while you change."

Sitting back against the seat she smiled across at him.

"Maybe you're right." Leaning across the centre console she kissed him gently as his hand snaked around the back of her neck. It was with a sigh that she pulled away just as he leaned in closer. "Yes. You're definitely right."

She let herself out of the SUV while he sank back against the cushioned seat with his eyes closed. Brennan had the distinct impression he was running through sports trivia in his mind, and his breathing was forcibly slow and steady.

"Five minutes, Bones." He shouted to her back through the now open window as she began to walk away. "Or I'm leaving without you."

Yeah right, he sighed to himself: She could take hours and he'd still be pleased to see her.

Leaning back against the headrest, he closed his eyes again as she disappeared into her building.

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Seven minutes later she re-emerged looking ever the consummate professional. Hair tied back in a high ponytail; she'd donned casual, and yet still smart, slacks and a rich purple blouse. Slung across her shoulder was the spare kit she always kept at home, figuring that stopping by the Jeffersonian would only make them later at this point.

Striding towards the parked SUV she saw Booth through the still-open window. His eyes were closed and either he'd done a remarkable job of getting his breathing under control, or he'd fallen asleep. She smiled to herself as she approached him.

Resting her elbows on the open window, she watched him for several beats before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss again his cheek. She felt his mouth form into a smile as his eyes opened.

"Hi."

"You're tired. I should drive. I'm an excellent driver."

"Just get in Rainman. When will you learn that I'm always gunna be the one to drive?" Booth was sure he heard her grumble just a little, but sure enough she passed around the car and settled into the seat alongside him.

Starting the Sequoia, he pulled into the flow of traffic and they were on their way.

Minutes passed by with silent ease; their usual urge for banter or playful bickering seeming to have been quenched, if only for the time being.

They were just leaving the city when Brennan broke the silence.

"You haven't told me where we're going yet."

"Clifton Forge, Virginia"

"What's in Clifton Forge?"

"You mean aside from a population of less than 6,000 and a single train station?"

She rolled her eyes at him over-dramatically

"Some kids found a skeleton in a trunk." She nodded and he thought he saw her anthropologist face slip into place. "The trunk only went on sale a week ago."

Brennan looked across at him, pinchy faced and thoughtful.

"Interesting."

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They were maybe an hour outside of the city when traffic ground to an agonisingly slow pace. Brake lights flared as far ahead as they could see and no one was getting anywhere any time soon. Booth's nostrils flared, his fingers clenched around the steering wheel and he fought the urge to lash out at something.

"What's wrong?" The sound of her voice typically never failed to sooth him, but right now, he wasn't sure anything would help.

"Don't you see the traffic in front of us?" He asked her indignantly. "We're late, and now we're going to be really, really late."

"Maybe. But on the plus side, traffic has just become a legitimate excuse." She smiled at him reassuringly but he just stared forwards, shaking his head. The tempo of his breathing increased and she saw his shoulders rising, stiff with tension. Brennan watched him roll his neck slightly, letting out a disgruntled puff of air in the process.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she climbed across the centre consol and into the back seat. He turned round to look at her, confusion pasted across his face.

"Bones? What are you doing!?"

"Just relax." She knelt in the foot well behind his seat. "And watch the road."

Feeling absolutely no more relaxed; he turned back to the road and internally cursed at the queue of cars crowding the road before them.

He felt her fingertips against his shoulders, slow and tender at first, as thumb and forefingers mapped out tiny circles against his tense muscles. Fighting the urge to close his eyes and fully succumb to her touch, his shoulders began to sag and his heart rate lessened. Her touch grew firmer and the slightest hint of moan fell from his lips.

She drew her grasp wider, encompassing the entirety of his upper back, travelling out to the slopes of his shoulders before returning to the junction with his neck. As her fingers brushed the soft skin at the base of his neck, she felt him draw in an arousal-coated shuddery breath; she'd worked on his back before, but he'd never responded like this. Or perhaps he had, and she just hadn't been ready to notice yet.

Crossing back along the breadth of his shoulders, she travelled down his arms this time, fingers delighting in the firm feel of well-worked muscle beneath his jacket. She ran down to his elbows before journeying back to his shoulders.

His breathing was deep and calm now, and he was desperate to close his eyes. Or to look into hers. Neither seemed possible right at this moment.

"Bones." He let out her name on a groan, conflicted as to whether he wanted her sweet torture to continue or to pull over and take her right there at the side of the road. The traffic has stopped moving completely now, and he'd applied the parking brake already, hands systematically clenching and releasing against the steering wheel. Her touch continued to draw the tension from his taught muscles.

Releasing the steering wheel fully now (they were stationary after all, he justified to himself), his arms flopped down his sides, parallel with the seat back. She took a firm bicep in each hand and kneaded until he was convinced he'd never be tense again. Drifting downwards, she directed attention to his forearms.

Leaning forwards, she whispered in his ear.

"Take off your jacket." He complied, powerless to refuse her, slipping his arm momentarily out from beneath the confines of his seatbelt. Booth tossed the garment onto the passenger seat along side him.

Starting at his shoulders once more, she worked her way slowly along his arms, now separated from her only by the thin cotton of his shirt. Reaching his elbows, Brennan shifted her touch and landed on his waist instead. He drew in a sharp breath and growled her name in caution.

"Just Relax, Booth." She told him again.

With her thumbs applying delicious pressure to his lumbar muscles, it was hard to do otherwise and she felt him sink lower in the chair, all the while leaning forward ever so slightly, giving her more room to move.

Booth was beginning to immensely enjoy being stuck in traffic when her nimble fingers made a swift change from his back, over his hips and round to his front. She untucked the front of his shirt and fumbled with his cocky belt bucket, all the while soft fingers brushing against toned abs. Finally beating the buckle, she popped open the button and tugged down his fly, pushing his pants wide open.

"Bones!" He growled her name again. "What are you doing? Can't you see where we are?"

"I thought it would be immediately obvious what I was doing." Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. "And I see exactly where we are – in traffic that appears to go on for miles, and, well…" Absentmindedly, she stroked a single finger along his soft length and he began to grow harder with every passing second. "Once I'd started touching you, stopping again didn't seem an appealing thought."

"Jesus Bones!" He sat back fully against the seat as she pulled him from the restriction of his underwear. "You're going to get me in such trouble!"

With both arms wrapped around the seat, she pumped him gently with one hand while the other kneaded at his balls. She couldn't see what she was doing, but the reactions from his body clearly demonstrated that he was finding the entire experience extremely exhilarating and she could feel him rapidly swelling and hardening beneath her.

Reaching to the seat alongside him, Booth grabbed the discarded jacket and draped it across his lap. Anyone watching would surely know what was happening, but his desire to care was quickly being replaced by a wholly different kind of desire.

As she continued working him up and down, firmly but oh-so-slowly, her second hand disappeared back behind the seat. He was vaguely aware on the sound of a snap of a button and the familiar jiggle of a zipper being lowered. His head span with arousal as the world around him became foggy, but beneath it all he felt her leaning forwards against the back of his seat.

Out of sight, she stroked herself in a rhythm designed precisely to mirror the hold she had on him. Feeling a drop of pre-come appear at his now fully firm head, she dipped her fingers into her own heat, echoing the moisture. He felt her breathing on the back of his neck, tempo becoming more erratic with every passing moment. Trying to twist around in the seat to see her, Booth felt her squeeze him firmly.

"No." She practically panted the word. "Stay forwards."

"What are you doing back there?" His head fell back against the headrest and she could see sweat beading across his brow. Drawing her touch away from her core, Brennan trailed her moist finger across his jaw and under his nose.

"Oh God." He groaned at the smell of her arousal on her fingers and poked his tongue out to try and sample the delicacy. On feeling the softness of him against her fingertips she consented and gave him what he clearly wanted, touch resting on his lower lip only a fraction of a second before he had enveloped her within them. Suckling on her fingers, he drank in every ounce of her taste, moans escaping him as she worked him harder beneath the jacket.

"More." He commanded and she willingly returned to her pants, stroked at her damp heat, and trailed her way back to his mouth. He lapped at her fingers enthusiastically and she was momentarily transported back to that wake up call and the feel of his tongue against her. She groaned at the thought.

Brennan felt his body grow tense beneath her and his hand landed firmly on her forearm, stilling her grasp within his pants. Eyes closed, he was once again fighting a losing battle to get his body back under his own control.

"Why?" Pulling her hand away from his lips but not from his hardness, she managed to fill the single word with an abundance of emotions: confusion, disappointment, hurt, fear.

"I can not turn up at a crime scene with …" He paused to censor himself. "… Stains on my pants!"

"Here." Relieved and invigorated, she pulled a couple of tissues from her pocket, tossing them into his lap. The moment his grasp on her forearm loosened, she resumed the rhythm she'd been carving out.

"Oh shit." He groaned again. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" Her pace quickened, his breathing hitched, and the touch within her own pants grew firmer.

"Death is not my primary goal right now." She breathed heavily into his ear as she leant closer into the back of his seat. "I find climatic release to be a much more satisfying conclusion."

The blunt, squinty-ness of her words sent shockwaves through him and pleasure pooled ominously in his stomach.

She worked him in a rhythm that couldn't have been more perfect even if he'd been doing it himself; quick, but not too quick; Firm, but not too firm; Every so often she swiped her thumb across the head of this twitching cock before returning the attention to his shaft. She could feel his hips beginning to buck against her and he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"No one can hear." She urged as his lips fell apart and a shuddery groan dripped from him.

Working steadily against her own core she sent herself rocketing towards the orgasm brewing low in her belly. His breathing hitched another notch and she felt him slip the clenched bundle of tissues beneath the jacket still draped over them. As he covered his tip in anticipation, she grasped him firmer, feeling him pulsate against her fingers.

"Keep going." He panted, tremors rippling through him as Brennan sent him careening towards the edge. Increasing the tempo of her strokes she felt his whole body shudder as he released into the wad of tissues, his breathing shallow and erratic, heartbeat racing in his chest. His eyes were closed, mouth hanging agape, corners twitching into a satisfied smile. She stroked a finger along him softly as he came back down.

Watching him for the first time in the rear view mirror, she examined his well-chiselled features as she worked herself towards her own orgasm, working in direct contrast to the soothing touches she was lavishing upon him. Her fingers alternated between dipping deep into her heat and anchoring around her clit as she began to fly. Feeling the frantic movement behind him, Booth opened his eyes and met her gaze in the mirror, observing her intently. Eyes locked against his, she came with a force, clenching around her fingers as she rode out the wave of pleasure, and her own satisfied smile crept across her face.

Body seemingly turning to jelly in the aftermath, she withdrew her hand both from her own pants and his as she flopped down in the footwell, in (what was now occurring to her now) was a highly uncomfortable position. Shifting, she rose and sank back against the passenger seat, his eyes still on her in the mirror.

Looking out of the window for the first time in what felt like hours, she noted nothing had changed. The traffic was still stationary and nobody around them seemed any the wiser.

His breathing steadier now, he spoke to her without looking back.

"Hurry up and get back up front here." There was a hint of frustration underlying the playful nature of his tone.

"Why?" She asked, but, fastening her pants, Brennan did as she was asked and moved back over the centre consol, into the front seat along side him.

"So I can kiss you already."

Her ass had barely hit the seat before his hand was around the back of her head, pulling her forward as he claimed her lips forcefully. Tongue flicking against her lips, he demanded access into her warmth and the moment it was allowed he was met by the softness of her tongue against his. They wrestled for control, but neither was willing to relinquish command to the other, both knowing innately that this was the dynamic they would always have.

Separating only when breathing became absolutely necessary; they sank back against their respective seats, breathless and dishevelled. Moments passed before she saw movement beneath the jacket as he tidied himself up and buckled his pants. She smiled silently to herself about this new power she held over him, confident that her button-up FBI Special Agent would never have allowed such public antics with anybody other than herself.

Brennan reached for her bag and pulled out her cell phone. He watched as she tapped various buttons and groaned at the clearly dissatisfying outcome. Waiting, he knew she'd share with him without prompting if he kept simply kept watching her (a technique he'd used on suspects many-a-time: people have an inherent need to fill silence.)

"There's an accident a few miles ahead, completely blocking the road. Traffic police are on the scene but they are only just re-opening one lane now. It's going to be hours before this clears." Her hands flopped down into her lap and she sat back exasperated. Marvelling yet again at her remarkable ability to compartmentalize, Booth knew she was anxious to arrive at the site and get to work.

Reaching for his own cell, Booth called his contact at the crime scene, explained there had been an accident, they would be arriving late, and loudly instructing that nobody was to be allowed access to the remains until they arrived, and it didn't matter how long that would be. Nobody, he reiterated, nobody. Snapping the cell shut he looked across to her and was met by warm, watchful, blue eyes and an appreciative smile.

"Thanks Booth."

Up ahead traffic had begun to move, painfully slowly but at least it was progress. Pushing the SUV into drive he began to roll forwards at less-than-walking pace. The smile had quickly vanished from her face and she began to fidget in the seat next to him. He heard her breathe roughly through her nose as she became more apprehensive.

Booth knew she wasn't going to be content until they got to the scene and she'd defended her remains against attack from inferior minds (which, basically meant anybody other than her!). Flicking a switch on the dash, his siren blared and, slowly but surely, a gap emerged in the traffic in front of them.

Maybe it was an abuse of his FBI power, but damn it, he'd do anything to see her happy.

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