Here's I, ladies and gents :)

Imagining in the interrogation

She couldn't help it.

She shouldn't have been doing it.

But there she was, opposite some scumbag murderer while her partner let loose with probably one of the most dangerous and threatening countenances she had ever seen on him. And she was daydreaming.

It was wrong in ways that it should have been kept for private situations only, where it should have been acceptable to have some erotic fantasy, however the fact that it was her partner who had provoked and starred in her lustful imaginative scenario did not come as a surprise to Brennan. He was literally the only person who Brennan frequently fantasized about regularly, having her favorite escapades written down on her computer while the minor ones served as her visual pleasure aid for those nights where she needed relief and didn't want any other man but her partner to offer her such stimulation.

This particular fantasy she had during Booth's long rant and aggressive interrogation was definitely one for her file, however could probably give her pleasure for nights to come, as she predicted the intensity of the orgasm would satisfy her like no amateur sex could. It was, of course, not as good as having the real Booth, however it would do until she could conjure up the courage to tell Booth how she felt about him.

They had been interrogating their suspect for about twenty minutes, asking the man multiple questions about his whereabouts on the night of the murder, his relationship to the victim and basic queries as to why they and found the weapon used to kill the poor woman they'd uncovered, in his house. All the evidence pointed to him, yet he was saying nothing.

"Tell us why you killed her, Frank. And don't give us any of that crap about not knowing anything about her murder. You were engaged to be married...and what? She cheated? She choked and changed her mind? Tell us." Booth's voice had changed dramatically since the beginning of the interrogation. He was now fuming, raising his voice and leering over the son of bitch who sat with a smug smirk etched across his weaselly features. Brennan thought about hitting him herself, but sustained such an act since they wanted their answer today.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The man shot them a sickly grin and leaned back in chair with his arms folded.

Booth snapped. Walking over to the suspects side of the table, Booth got right up in the man's face, angrily shoving his chair away from the furniture before staring down at the piece of shit who looked alarmed at Booth's sudden change in approach.

"Either you tell us what you know, or I'll make you."

That got Brennan's attention. She had seen Booth get up in a suspects grill before, she had seen him hit a guy straight up in his head, but she had never seen this before. The raw fury that radiated off his body could be felt right across the room, smoldering in a pit of ire so intense that Brennan could almost taste the level of heat from Booth's frightening she wasn't frightened.

She could feel a familiar moisture pool between her legs as a streak of arousal shot through her body. Watching him stalk that man, his powerful attired body standing boldly with authority, his strong jaw working and tensing as he gritted his teeth, but most of all, his eyes. The normally calm eyes that puddled like a chocolate pool of warmth were now dangerously edging to an out of control inflammation of blazed charcoal and fiery wisps of a corrupted man. It should have scared her, seeing her partner practically flipping his lid, but it strangely had the opposite effect.

It turned her on like it shouldn't have. It made her gasp as the desire to be wedged between Booth and table became an absolutely must have, as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, watching Booth threaten the cowardly man sat down.

"Tell me what you know!" Booth growled and flared his nostrils in impatience. Brennan imagined him scorning over her like that, his not so gentle touch making her pant in anticipation as Booth would pull her up from the table and make her give him an answer.

"I have nothing to say, Agent Booth." Brennan smiled seductively up at the angry man who had a deathly grip on her hips. She shuddered as he glared down at her with sexy grin of his own. It wasn't the sort you used when trying to attract a woman to bed, it was the kind you reserved when you had dark thoughts running through your mind. A plan of action was being conducted in his clever head, the slow formations of a glint in his eyes as he leaned down and whispered darkly in her ear.

"I think you'll change you're mind when you're screaming for my mercy, Miss Brennan." He roughly clasped his large hands on either side of her body, flipping her over so that she lay vulnerable on the cold, metal table below him. It hurt a little when landing, however it only heightened her excitement as his eyes ravished over her body hungrily, a predator look on his handsome face.

He began slowly to edge closer up to the table, pulling her hips roughly to the end so that he stood between her legs as they dangled off the steel metal. She looked at him incredulously as he tightened his grip on soft legs and yanked her black skirt down her waist, exposing her pantie covered core to his ravenous eyes. She moaned as his hands for the first time, gently stroked against her thighs, slowly massaging the pale skin that lay there before rubbing his thumb against the soaked fabric of her underwear.

"Agent Booth." She gasped as he bent down and sucked the skin on her inner thigh, sensually swirling his tongue and biting until it left a mark. It felt amazing, almost orgasmic as trailed eager kisses up to her dripping center. She almost came right there as licked her right through her panties, but then stopped. She groaned in frustration. Looking up to his lustful eyes, they displayed no sign of remorse for teasing her almost throbbing sex. He was determined to get an answer out of her sweet mouth...so he was torturing her till she talked.

"Are you sure you have nothing to tell me?" His voice was husky and lethally tempting as he once again pressed a thumb to her slit, this time tending to it in a circular motion.

"Ah...oh god, no." She refused to let this arrogant man get the better of her, even if he did have his head between her legs...oh God he was good.

"Have it your way then." He seethed tauntingly before ripping her underwear from her body and diving a finger straight inside of her.

She gasped in surprise and his finger immediately found her g-spot and made her scream.

"Oh God!" She panted and tried to ride his finger, however was weighed down by the strength of his hand pushing her down. "Bastard.."

He laughed and pumped his finger in harder, adding another one to increase the pressure she felt building inside. She thrashed on the table, completely helpless to the dominant position and hold he had over her.

"Doesn't feel nice to be cheated, eh Miss Brennan?" He continued to tease her, slowing his fingers down and giving her a long leisurely lick between her thighs before increasing pace of his earlier ministrations. She had been close to the edge several times, unable to come as his fingers took the pleasure away and calmed her down from the powerful orgasm she desperately tried to seek.

"Oh fuck! Please..oh god, please."

She tried to buck her hips closer to his hand as he once again took her high away. He recognized the forceful intentions of her body as they attempted to pull his fingers in further and removed his fingers completely.

She almost screamed in sexual frustration, as she could almost taste the unbelievable release when he ceased his glorious finger fucking and stepped away from the table.

"Only people who show and tell get what they want." He had a devilish smirk engraved in his features, which was very provocative, yet she wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face.

"Oh, I'll show." She shot him another sultry smile before slowly unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor. He stood wide eyed as she began unclasping the back of her bra and held it in place of her generous breasts. He had been so enraptured by her little strip show that as he excitedly anticipated the show of her mouth watering molds, he was disappointed by her sudden bra encasement as she hid her chest from his bulging eyes.

He growled and moved over to her body, attempting to remove the offending piece of garment himself, however she moved from his grasp and slid up the table, mirroring the self satisfied look he had been previously wearing before.

"Off." He barked, trying to coax her back to edge of the table, where his fingers itched to feel and pleasure her beautiful body.

"No." She answered defiantly and maneuvered her position so that her legs were open for his eyes to witness and drool over, while her hands clutched the remaining material around her breasts.

He glared at her disapprovingly. He had never had a suspect talk to him like that. It enraged him, yet turned him on so badly it hurt not to have his cock deep inside her.

"I give you what you want, if you give me what I want." She purred at him enticingly, edging herself closer up the table just to back up her negotiation. He immediately took her new position as an opportunity and gently pulled her body the rest of the way up the table. Their sexes now rubbed together, his impressive erection hitting her core like a dream as she moaned against his neck and pulled him in closer.

"So hows about it, Agent Booth?" She nipped his ear playfully and relished as she felt the deep rumble of a growl echo through his chest.

Within seconds he had her in his arms, kissing her hard and passionately as he ripped the piece of clothing covering her aroused peaks from her hands and slammed his bulge against her hips.

She cried out in sheer ecstasy, the feeling of his rough hands fondling her breasts, absolutely incredible. He bit and kissed his way down her neck, heaving her body up his waist and encouraging her to wrap her legs around him.

She began ripping at the buttons of his shirt, frantically wanting to feel skin to skin contact. He helped by removing his belt and buckle, the sound of metal clanking against the floor and breathless pants filling the room.

He grabbed her ass and squeezed it experimentally, receiving a feline moan from his captive, urging him to continue what he was doing.

By the time his pants and boxers were off, she was already trying to get him inside of her, clamping her thighs around his waist and tempting him with her hot, wet core. He groaned and placed her onto the table, positioning himself at her entrance before sliding into her easily. She made a noise deep within her throat, something between a sigh and a pleasurable moan. It drove him wild.

Gripping onto her hips, he hammered into her with tremendous speed, not caring who was viewing their little show through the two way mirrors. Nothing could have stopped him from going crazy inside of her...

"Oh god...yes, oh yes!" She threw her arms around the strong agent's neck and rode him to the quick pace rhythm he was going at. It was hard, urgent and the penetration was deliciously deep.

She was just about to climax her first orgasm, when he stopped abruptly. Before she could curse this unacceptable behavior (she would goddamn kill him if he stopped right now) he had her flipped over so that her firm rear was on offer to his hardened cock. He instantly rejoined their bodies, much to the relief and satisfaction of the woman who now was face down on a cold steel table, having the most amazing and exciting things done behind her. The contrast of the icy metal beneath her front half and the heat of his large member between her slick walls was the best combination she could have hoped for. Her nipples felt the temperature of the table and became tightly formed peaks, while she burned internally in a sexual combustion.

"So...last chance to tell me. Ah...what do you know about the victim?" He panted casually behind her, his body smacking into her ass as he increased the tempo.

"I...have nothing...to say." She bit her lip and clutched the table in an effort to stay up right. She was so close to a powerful release that she hardly expected the sharp minimal hit to her ass. He had slapped her but.

"Agent Booth!" She backed herself fully against his manhood, obviously aroused by the playful slap to the ass he had initiated, but aggravated that he thought he could get what he wanted during such an intimate activity.

"No pain, no gain, baby. Now are you sure you don't know anything?"

"Shut up and fuck me." Her moan turned into another squeal as he spanked her rear once more. He had slowed their pace to a tortuously lazy speed. Just as she had reached her goal, he had taken it away.

"Fine! My boss...she asked me to hide her weapon for her at my house...I didn't fucking know she'd killed someone! It just- oh god...YES!" The FBI Agent pounded furiously into her, rewarding the gorgeous woman for her not so tight lipped information.

"Good girl..."

He was so close to what could have been potentially, the best release he would ever achieve.

One more pound and she'd be his.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Oh YES!"

"Bones?" Her partner looked down at her concernedly, his eyes a tranquil brown again. "Are you okay? You look a bit dazed..."

Her eyes had been glazed over and her cheeks were flushed. She looked up at him and blinked.

"Yes of course. I'm just a little tired is all." She took the time to notice that another FBI Agent had joined them and was now arresting the man who had apparently confessed everything. She'd missed that much? Wow, that fantasy had been intense...

"Well...we've got the guy. God that was hard...I'm sorry you had to see me like that, Bones. It's just...I couldn't stand that guy getting the better of me, you know? And seeing him walking away free...I just needed to get an answer from him-"

"I know, Booth. And don't worry about the behavior you conducted during the interrogation. I understand how important it is to nab the suspect." She smiled and rubbed his thigh.

Booth took this as a reassuring sign and smiled gratefully back at her.

"Thanks, Bones."

If only he knew the implications behind that gesture...all the sexual need that burned inside of her, yearning to feel the special connection between intercourse that Booth had told her so much about.

Sometimes you just have to go all out to get the answers you need. And until she came clean to Booth, Brennan would have to settle on the fantasies alone.

Though this particular one might just have to be acted out some day...


I need to go have a smoke...Bearing in mind I'm not a smoker, although it seems appropriate to have after this steamy scene :)

Any ideas for J? I'd love to hear them...