Spoilers/Timeline: Missing scene from 5x10 The Goop on the Girl.

A/N: Thanks to space77 for the read through and suggestions. Also love to my chat crew for putting this idea in my head.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish it did, Bones does not belong to me. Chapter title [Knees Buckled, White Knuckled, We're Holdin' on Tight] from the Sugarland song Speed of Life.


I lock the door behind me and, panting, collapse against the nearest wall. The Saints weren't going to cut it much longer. Despite Bones' complete concentration on collecting evidence, she was bound to notice just what effect she was having on me. Nothing new, but much harder to hide when she was at eye level with...

Yeah, thank God, Saint Abel, Saint Mark... all of them... for having Cam interrupt us when she did. Otherwise, I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.

Not that I'm not dying to press myself against her, to show her how much she means to me - I'm almost desperate to do so - but I need to be sure. Completely confident that she's on the same page as me. And I'm not.

Yet.

Taking a deep breath, I walk into the nearest stall, slipping off the borrowed lab coat and letting it and my spare clothes drop to the floor. I should really be moving faster if we're going to catch this guy before he ends his broadcast, but the FCC scanner unit won't be here for another fifteen minutes and I... well, I'm wound so tight right now that the slightest contact from Bones might prove to be very embarrassing.

I shut my eyes and try to think decidedly unsexy thoughts, but all I can picture are her hands skimming over me, fingers grazing my waist as she removes my belt. I groan; there's no way I can continue the case in this state.

Shoving my boxers down, I grasp my cock and, damn, does it feel good. I'm so hard it physically hurts and I wonder how someone so observant about body structure - how the curve of my back indicates long term issues, the x-rays of my feet show the torture I've endured - can completely miss this.

My hand begins to move, slowly at first, creating the pressure I know I need as my mind flashes back to moments ago when she swatted my hands away so she could remove my shirt. Evidence - my eyes slam shut and I brace myself against the wall - evidence my ass. I'm perfectly capable of shrugging out of a shirt without leaving it in a wrinkled mess on the floor.

My orgasm is building quickly - hell, I was halfway there before I even stepped into the bathroom - my breath coming in heavy pants as I picture her mouth, hear her voice complimenting my acrom-something. God, she almost sounded as if she was in awe.

And then she'd dropped to her knees in front of me - only to recover evidence of course, but try telling my body (my mind) that - her eyes shining as she explained what she'd discovered on my belt buckle.... my head falls against the wall as my pace increases... faster and faster....

I jerk forward, shin banging off the stall door as the heat sweeps over me, my body wracked by the pleasure. Shit, how can she provoke such an earth shattering reaction without even being in the same room?

Slowly, I right myself, pulling in deep breaths as my pulse slows, my body cooling. I reach for my jeans, pushing aside the now soiled lab coat, and smile; I can focus completely on the case now.

*Bang bang bang*

"Booth? Why's the door locked?" Her voice floats through from the other side of the wall, worried, almost panicked. "You've been in there awhile; are you ok?"

"Fine," I gulp, tug my pants on the rest of the way, throw my shirt over my head, and glance around the room for several moments before tossing the damn lab coat in the nearest trash can. "I'll be right there."

Opening the door, I struggle with my belt as I attempt to slip into my jacket at the same time.

"Here, let me." And before I can protest her hands are tugging the belt the rest of the way through the loops, patting the buckle closed. "All set," she straightens and begins moving towards the doors; are her cheeks flushed? "let's go find the transmission source."

I smooth my jacket and follow after her. Focused? Yeah, maybe not.