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Chapter Eleven: Study Date

Brennan sighed as she felt Booth's tongue trace her pulse. "Booth, we're supposed to be studying right now." she moaned.

Booth grinned against her neck. "Mmm...I'd rather kiss you."

Brennan smiled. "So would I, but I think we should start studying before it gets much later and I actually have to take the test."

Booth smiled and pulled away. "Alright then. How about a compromise? I'll quiz you on body language terms and stuff like that and for each thing you get right, I'll remove an article of clothing. Once you get me completely naked, you can have your way with me."

Brennan blushed slightly. "What if I get something wrong?"

"Then I put something back on." Booth said, grinning evilly. "And you take something off."

Brennan grinned, confidently. "Deal. Ask your first question."

Booth smiled and thought a moment. "What does it mean when someone won't make eye contact with you?"

Brennan smiled. "Easy. They're either lying to you or withholding information."

Booth grinned. "Very good." He sat down on Brennan's bed, and slipped off his shoes. "Next question; What are three signs of stress?"

"Moodiness, agitation, and...constant worrying."

Booth nodded, removing his jacket. "Very good. Now, what are the three stages of grief?"

"Denial, anger/panic, and acceptance."

Booth removed his shirt, revealing his stained wife-beater and muscular arms that nearly had Brennan salivating.

"You choose what I remove next." Booth winked. "Now, when put in a stressful situation what are the two responses?"

"Fight or...fly?"

Booth shook his head and put his shirt back on. "It's flight. Lose the shirt."

Brennan sighed and unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her only in her jeans and a camisole.

"Happy?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"Only if you are." Booth said, winking. Brennan blushed.

"Just get on with it."

"Okay, so-"

They were interrupted by the door opening and Max stepping in. "Honey, what-" his eyes widened upon seeing Booth. "Who the hell are you?"

Brennan sighed. "Dad, this is Booth. My boyfriend. Remember? He took me out a couple of weeks ago, when you met him."

Max glared at Booth, who was seated comfortably on his daughter's bed. "Oh, right...Well, he has to go home now. It's nearly midnight and you have school tomorrow."

"But he's helping me study for psych! He's really good at it. He's in AP!" Brennan protested.

Max's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, really? Is that you're only AP class?" he asked Booth.

Booth shook his head. "No, sir, I'm also in AP English with Temperance and AP Law."

Max nodded. "Impressive. Well, okay. You have until one. After that, I'm kicking you out."

Booth nodded. "Yes, sir."

Max moved out of the room, leaving the door open.

Booth was about to close it, but Max's voice interrupted him. "Door stays open, Bob!"

Booth blushed. "Of course, sir." he mumbled to himself.

Brennan burst into a fit of laughter, practically falling out of her chair, while Booth glared at her.

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