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Games In a Government Building

To say that they were drunk was an understatement. To put it simply, they were pissed and to put it correctly, they were so out of their heads that Booth couldn't even hit a target at close range and Brennan couldn't remember where her nerve receptors were and how to use them when falling off a couch...

"Woah, are you okay, Bones?" Booth looked down at a dizzy Brennan as she lay on her back staring up at him.

"Yeah I'm fine. Haha, I fell off the couch." She laughed from her position on the floor. Booth's brow furrowed as he looked down at her with drunken eyes.

"Yeah you did. Took a pretty nasty fall in fact....are you sure you're okay?"

"Haha, yes I am completely intact, aren't I?" Brennan giggled at her own joke, her eyes sparkling with joy and foolishness as she shot him a blissful smile. She looked absolutely beautiful to Booth, adorable in fact, just laying there with not a care in the world. He doubted she even knew what she was saying, because not a single rational thought seemed to be functioning through her far from sober brain at that moment. And Booth was even hammered enough to voice his dangerous thoughts aloud...

"You're so cute." He whispered earnestly, but panicked immediately as her eyes widened in surprise. That didn't last long though.

"Thank you, Booth." She flashed an even broader smile at him before setting herself up from the floor and stumbling. Booth breathed a huge sigh of relief, however this motion was not long lived as his less than alert reaction to catch her kicked in. He launched up from the sofa and grabbed her arm, preventing her from visiting the floor again.

"I've got you." He heaved her towards him, drawing her square against his chest where she seemed very comfortable to be. Her hands had landed on his pectorals, while her head had found its way beside his neck.

He stopped breathing for a second, as her closeness was finally recognized in his alcohol intoxicated mind.

She's drunk. And so are you. Booth told himself when he felt Brennan smile against his pulse point and inhale his scent deeply from around his collar.

"You okay, Bones?" He asked nervously when she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him in closer.

"Mmm, I'm quite content Booth. You smell pleasantly enjoyable...are you wearing cologne?" She whispered against his ear making Booth shiver and very concerned for his bodily reaction.

"Uh, yeah..."

"Mm, very nice." She said before shifting herself to face him. Her eyes were dark and lustful, however displayed a relaxed glint of playfulness. Her smile was sincere and very delighted with how close they were standing to each other.

If she hadn't pulled away, Booth would've sworn he'd have kissed her.

"So Booth." She began rounding over to his desk to lean on it. "Got anything to do around here? You know, you still haven't taught me how to play....what was it....oh yes, strip poker. I assume it implies what's in the name, correct?" She grinned sexily at him while sitting fully on the desk. Booth gulped and didn't move position. He really didn't need to show his hard on off to the woman who had activated his now fully awake and erect member, did he now?

"Um..yeah...basically." He shuffled his feet and recited as many saints as he could remember to cool the heatwave in his pants.

"Well then" She hopped off the desk to retrieve the set of cards from his drawer. "how's about you show me then? I'm a quick learner."

She walked over to Booth and gestured for him to take a seat on the couch where he knelt. He was literally frozen in shock. No way could he play strip poker with her. He knew it could end up with a naked Brennan in his office (especially if he played his cards right) and that would be SO inappropriate.

"Booth? Will you be joining me anytime soon?" He noticed the lazy way she was pronouncing her words, not the way a scientist would talk, because her vocabulary had actually dumbed down a little. Maybe games wasn't such a good suggestion. Maybe this whole thing wasn't a good idea at all, because what had started out as a small celebration drink for their latest case had now turned into some drunken, gambling strip tease. Yet he wasn't doing a damn thing to stop it.

"Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat and sat on the opposite side of the couch from Brennan, who was shuffling the cards and preparing to deal.

His mind was so foggy at the moment that he barely registered his name being called.

"What?"

"I said, would you like another drink, Booth?" That mischievous smile was back, tugging at her mouth while she mimicked an innocent face of sainthood. Oh god. Did he really need another drink when she was looking at him like that? It was already as tempting as hell, did he really need to worsen the situation?

"Sure."

He was a dead man.


Once Booth had explained the rules and concept to Brennan, she quickly adapted to whole idea of playing for clothing instead of money. Being a recovering gambler, it was easier for Booth to bet and risk his winnings. He just prayed she got the better hand, because as soon as he got through her shoes, socks, jumper (even her necklace) there would be no other way to go. Top or skirt? Hmm, he liked both, but really didn't need them on the floor next to his own clothes.

It would be too torturous to overcome and eventually they'd find themselves in a sweaty heap in the middle of Booth's office. He was still contemplating whether that was a bad thing.

They were about twenty minutes into the game and Brennan was winning, much to Booth's relief. Probably for the best. He told himself. She had already claimed his shoes and tie and Booth had yet to win a single hand. She was good, but Booth still had full control of the game. Or at least he thought he had...

"Straight flush." He said with a smile, but watched as Brennan's brow furrowed and dropped her cards.

"You beat me. So what do you want for it?" She had feline eyes and a look of sexuality and frivolity written drawly across her face. Wow, was it hot in there? If so, she should probably get that top off...

"The socks please."

You don't deserve a penis. His brain taunted him as the highly besotted woman removed her socks and crossed her legs in front of her.

"Deal?"

"Sure."

It was his loss again as she came out the round with a full house.

"I want your shirt please." She smiled pleasantly and held out her hand for his article of clothing.

"What? Don't you want my belt or...socks?"

"Nope. I want the shirt."

"But it's only the fourth round. I was nice to you." He grumbled gently to himself while unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well, you have to play dirty to get what you want." He froze mid undress. Did she just?

"So here's an idea, Booth" She leaned in closer so that their faces were mere inches apart.

"don't be nice."

If it was possible to externally explode, Booth would have blown his top if he hadn't already taken it off for her delighted eyes to explore. The moment his shirt hit the floor, her eyes were on him, scouring over every taut, tanned muscle, every hard bicep, and her eyes were also keen about the area around his waist, where the smallest bit of dark hair came up from his midriff. Not in the least bit bashful for her obvious staring, Brennan licked her lips and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Very nice, Agent Booth."

He was in for a very long night.


"I fold." She said casually, laying back against the couch with her arms outstretched. She knew what she was doing, yet he was still avoiding the evidently pleasurable job of removing her shirt. He looked over her body. Shoes, socks, necklace, jumper....everything that held his control was gone. It was the shirt or nothing...unless...

"Stockings." His voiced squeaked in a much higher octave than he had expected.

She raised her eyebrow and began hitching up her short black skirt. Booth's eyes practically popped out of his skull at that moment, when she put her slender long leg onto the table and began to, at an agonizing pace, roll down her black stockings, each time revealing an inch of delicious pale skin. His mouth watered when she moved onto the next one, her slow, seductive manner almost killing him in one of the best ways possible.

"Round 5?" She asked huskily, smoothing her hands over the soft contours of her legs. He could only nod as she picked up the cards and dealt them again.

It was by round 6 that he knew he was in big trouble. She'd won his belt last round and was getting very close to his pants. The consequence of winning the hand had left him with one choice. Take or walk. And he didn't feel like he could do either to be honest. He so wanted her shirt off, yet he needed to stay in control. He didn't want their first time to be a quickie on the couch, he wanted to be sober and remember how he had made her scream his name.

"So what's it gonna be, Booth?" She grinned evilly as she knew his only option lay over her chest. Wouldn't it be ashame if she'd forgotten to wear a bra that day....

"I..uh..." He looked frantically for any piece of clothing left on her. Skirt...No. He needed to keep out of her pants.

"The shirt, please." He closed his eyes and held his breath. Maybe he could play the rest of the game with his eyes closed.

"Okay."

He heard the sound of buttons being undone and then the soft sound of material hitting the floor. His eyes were begging to be opened, almost painful to remain closed under the circumstances of a half naked Brennan.

"Booth. You showed me yours, so now..." Her words were like a melody in his head as he opened his eyes to see Brennan right beside him and shirtless. He almost had a heart attack. He couldn't stop the simultaneous gasp that left his mouth, accompanied by an immediate reaction down South. His eyes traveled over every inch of her beautiful torso, taking in every curve, every muscle....her breasts were the main attraction though. He just couldn't tear his eyes from the gorgeous molds encased in a black lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her peaks sticking out from the sexy material, taunting him amongst the roundness and fullness of her chest.

He swallowed and dropped his cards, as if he'd been burnt by the very things that brought him his cruel, yet so wonderful fate. His mind wasn't working when he shifted closer to her body, his ready fingers just itching to explore the lovely skin that lay before him.

Her breath hitched when he moved his hand out, a slow gradually motion that made her wet through her panties. Not that she wasn't already soaking wet for this gorgeous man in front of her. When he finally made contact with her skin, it was like a firework display. Shivers soared through her body, chills set alight on her skin and desire rocketed to her center. She'd had enough.

In less time than it took to breath, Brennan jumped into Booth's lap and claimed his lips, pulling him in hard for a passionate, greedy kiss. Shocked at this surprise attack, Booth could only watch as Brennan slid down his legs and yanked his pants down, pulling them off completely before trying to remove his boxers. That's when his brain kicked in.

"Bones?!" He choked as she cupped his manhood and gave him a squeeze. "Bones, we..I....I don't think we should be doing this."

"Why not?" She didn't look up at him as she bit and licked her way up his chest, her hands going to her back to undo her bra clip. He stilled her hands and was met with questioning eyes from the woman nestled on his lap.

"Well for starters, we're drunk and as much as I regret saying this...." She kissed his mouth again. No fucking way was he getting away now.

This time he would just have to shut it and suck it up. She was gonna fuck his brains out and he was going to enjoy every single minute of it.

Booth fought to maintain his control, however failed miserably when she removed her bra away from her generous cleavage. Happy Birthday...

Forgetting the 'just partner' crap for a sec, Booth latched onto her nipple, sucking it furiously and receiving a very appreciative cry from Brennan, who grabbed his head to pull him in further. Deciding that she was still wearing way too many clothes, Booth hooked his arms around her thighs and flipped them over so he was on top. She squealed and wriggled under his arms as he held himself just above her body. She desperately tried to arch her body up, seeking to feel skin to skin contact, when Booth gripped hold of her hips and slowly lowered her skirt down her ass. She gasped as the feeling off his rough hands turned her on to no end.

She was not one to be submissive, however she was more than willing to comply to his orders if it meant him touching her till she was absolutely sated. Booth payed special attention to her panties as he played with the soft satin between his fingers, gently lowering them over the curve of her hips so that his hungry eyes got to feast on the beautiful treat below him. He heard her whimper, knowing that she was more than ready for a full on Fuckmehard session, but he still wanted to research her body more, investigate her likes and loves, pleasure her with other parts of his body as well as his straining member.

"Booth.." She pleaded, almost ready to beg for what she wanted. And she wanted him bad, so bad that she could cry over the nights of overwhelming need for satisfaction she endured because of him.

"Don't rush this Bones..."

"I need you inside of me. Please, just-" He licked her entranced with a long leisurely taste, up her slit. She bucked off the couch up to his mouth, taking every single thing he had to offer.

"Oh fuck, Booth!" She grabbed his head and slammed his mouth into hers, reveling in the mixed flavor of herself and Booth together on his tongue. She wrapped her legs around his waist so that the sexes rubbed together, exciting both until they needed to feel it. They needed to join.

Taking one deep stroke, he buried himself fully inside her, savoring the feeling of her center contracting around him, tightening him and completely seducing him in further. As he rocked his hips against hers, she decided to pick up the pace to an extreme pleasurable level, delighting in the way he immediately caught on and began pumping into her like his life depended on it.

"Oh my GOD!" She groaned and sucked his neck to voice the irresistible pressure building in her heat. She could feel herself succumbing to the emotions his beautiful strokes pounded her with, each time she felt him reach her good spot, each time it felt unbelievable and orgasmic. Except, her release was to be explosive compared to the amazing splinters of pleasure he was providing her right now.

"Fuck." Booth muttered as he felt himself nearing closer and closer...he found another good spot and decided to run all the way with it. He pounded at least three more times before she quaked around him, signaling Booth it was time to let go and fall with her. And fall they did, deep into the ecstasy filled land of beauty and overpowering tremors of pleasure

The perfect price to pay when you've gotten everything you've ever wanted by the end of it. Perhaps there was more than just hearts and clubs on the cards after all.


Hope you enjoyed the little strip tease...H next and things are getting a little 'heated'. Am I right? Press the review button and find out :)