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In this one Booth doesn't want to take Brennan along for an interrogation. She cuffs herself to Booth and puts the key inside her bra….

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Cuffed

"No, Bones." Booth shook his head adamantly.

"Why not? Why can't I go with you?" Brennan placed her hands on her hips, standing face to face with Booth and demanding an answer.

"I just need to check that this alibi checks out and we'll head back to DC." The suspect's sister had given them a lead to go on and Booth just needed to make sure her story checked out.

Brennan looked at him expecting more. Booth gritted his teeth, "Fine. I'm not taking you because he's dangerous. We don't know if he'll be there. It'll only take just a bit."

Brennan crossed her arms over her chest. "You're taking me." She was stubborn and he knew she was going to go either way. What Booth didn't know was how she intended he'd take her. "I'm going." She grabbed his handcuffs and cuffed her left hand to his right hand.

Booth chuckled. "I have the key." He took the little key out of his jeans pocket, but Brennan snatched it from him. Before he could retrieve it, Brennan stuffed the key in her bra. It was a hot day in North Carolina and Brennan was wearing a red tank top, giving Booth the perfect view when she slid the key between her breasts and into her bra. Booth growled in frustration and Brennan grinned, knowing he wouldn't go into her bra to retrieve the key.

Booth had no choice but to take her along to their suspect's home. They were tracking down their suspect and home seemed like a good place for him to be. When they arrived they were greeted by the suspect's mother.

"I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth from the FBI and this is my partner Dr. Temperance Brennan from the Jeffersonian." Booth flashed his badge and the woman allowed them to enter her home.

She eyed their cuffed hands. "Now they cuff partners?" She asked. Booth made a throat sound and said it was a trust exercise to help build stronger partnerships.

After questioning the suspect's mother and corroborating the suspect's sister's story, the partners exited the house to walk back to the SUV. The suspect's boob spilling sister waved at Booth. Brennan chuckled and asked him teasingly if that was the reason why he didn't want to bring her along. Booth clenched his jaw as Brennan entered from the driver's side and scooted to the passenger side as he got in. Booth drove away, not wanting to talk about boobs with Brennan and see her put her hand in between her breasts to get the key out.

Once inside their isolated cabin, Booth asked Brennan to get the key out so they could un-cuff each other. Brennan's right hand slipped between her breasts to get the key. Booth wasn't sure why he was looking, but when he saw her hand search both breast cups he knew something was wrong.

"You didn't loose the key, did you?" He asked, hoping she was just messing with him.

"You have an extra one, right?" She sent him her version of the charm smile. The key fell and she didn't know where.

"Yes," Brennan sighed in relief, "in DC." He finished. If they didn't find the key, they would be cuffed together until they returned to DC the next day. They checked the SUV to see if she dropped it there, but they didn't find it. It was getting dark and they weren't going to be able to retrace their steps to find the key.

"I'm sorry I lost the key, Booth." Brennan offered sincerely. Booth smiled and told her she couldn't have known she'd drop it. They ate some sandwiches and settled in front of the TV for a while.

Booth shifted in his seat on the couch several times and Brennan saw he was uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Booth looked at her with an 'I'm sorry' glance. "I have to go to the bathroom." She did an 'oohh' face and understood why he was uncomfortable.

When they were in the bathroom, Booth made no move to go. "Don't you have to use the bathroom?" Brennan asked. He looked at her and Brennan shook her head. She turned away from him, as much as her cuffed hand would allow. Booth unzipped his jeans and was ready to go, but he couldn't. "Any second now." Brennan said.

"I can't go if you're looking." He sounded like a small child. Brennan shook her head and used her right hand to cover her eyes asking 'happy?'

After a few seconds of not hearing activity, "Are you going to use the bathroom or not? Or do you need help aiming" she asked with a slight chuckle.

"You're hand's distracting." He said in a murmur and hurried up to do his business.

He flushed and washed his hands and her hand (because they both know she touched it). Booth moved to exit the bathroom, but Brennan didn't move. He looked at her expecting her to move and saw her 'I need to go too' look.

Booth had his left hand covering his eyes and facing away from her. He tried not think that his hand was near her uncovered sex. He wanted her to hurry up so they could get out of there, but he knew he had taken his time so he couldn't pressure her.

Brennan found it was a bit uncomfortable to go with Booth standing next to her, but she could tell he was more uncomfortable than she was. She smiled thinking that if she touched his thigh, he'd probably jump.

Bed time arrived and all Booth had to do to sleep comfortable was change out of his jeans and into pajama pants since he was already wearing a t-shirt. He felt bad for Brennan; he wondered how she was going to solve taking her bra off. Why was he even thinking about that? He didn't know. Brennan changed into pajama pants and managed to remove her strapless bra. Strapless bra, Booth mentally slapped his head 'duh'.

They settled on the bed on their backs, staring at the ceiling. Brennan couldn't stay still and turned on her side to look at Booth. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I like to sleep on my front." Brennan said. Booth had the perfect solution, well maybe not so perfect. She could sleep on his chest, that way she'd be sleeping on her front. "Can we switch places so I can lay on my front?" Brennan's question brought Booth back from his thoughts. They switched spots and both lay on their fronts, their cuffed hands lay in between.

Booth watched Brennan sleep. She was stubborn and kicked ass, but asleep she looked peaceful and sweet. Brennan turned her head to face away from Booth, bringing her hand and Booth's to lay under her body. Booth followed the movement, now shoulder to shoulder with her. He couldn't believe the spot he was in. His hand was nestled between her breasts! And it didn't help that she was squirming. She started to whimper and Booth figured out that the cuffs were probably hurting her.

Booth was on his side and moved her on her side. Somehow she ended up flipping him on his back and settling her head on his chest. Booth marveled at the effect this woman had on him. She had him so hot and reeled up and he couldn't do anything about it. And her leg caressing his wasn't helping.

The next morning Brennan woke up and found she was sleeping very close to Booth; to be more specific she was resting on his chest. She tried to move away, but remembered she was cuffed to him. Booth turned, taking his right hand under his chest to lay on his front. Brennan was now resting partly on his back and placed her head on his shoulder. What else could she do? Not that she was complaining.

Before heading to DC, a shower would come in handy. The night had been hot and not only because of the weather. How were they going to shower cuffed together? Hmm, that posed a problem; for Booth that is.

"That was my favorite FBI t-shirt." Booth whined as his shirt had to be cut so he could remove it. The cuffs gave enough space for him to wear a wife beater after the shower, which was fine by him due to the heat. Brennan bit her lower lip at the sight of shirtless Booth. "Can you close your eyes?" He asked, ready to remove his pajama pants and boxers. Brennan placed her free hand over her eyes, sneaking a peak.

Booth stepped in the shower with half of Brennan's arm. He wanted to make the shower as quick as possible. He lathered up and having Brennan's hand there wasn't helping to cool his libido. He shampooed and felt Brennan's hand work on his hair. "Need help?" She teased. Booth switched the water to cold to rinse and cool off. "Oh,oh,oh!" Brennan chuckled.

"Don't say it!" Booth warned before she went on talking about biological imperatives. He shut the water off and swung the curtain open, finding two blue eyes staring at him. "Don't look!" He shrieked, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.

Booth opened his eyes once Brennan and part of his arm were in the shower. He looked at the floor and saw that she didn't have to cut her tank top in order to remove it; the spaghetti straps eased through the space between the cuff and her hand. Booth recited sport stats to keep his mind from wondering what places his hand grazed as she lathered up.

They dressed taking turns. Brennan dressed similar to the previous day and Booth dressed in jeans and a wife beater. They had a quick breakfast and headed back to DC. As Booth drove he wondered if Brennan's wrist hurt from following his movements as he steered the wheel.

"Does your wrist hurt, Bones?" He asked and she told him she was fine. No, he was fine. Her eyes were glued to his bare biceps; it wasn't often she saw so much of Booth's skin.

The first place they went once they arrived in DC was Booth's apartment. He had extra cuff keys in his place and at the Hoover, but his place was more reasonable and he didn't want anyone questioning them at the bureau.

"About time you hold her hand, sonny." Booth's neighbor, an older man, winked at them as they walked towards Booth's place. They went straight to Booth's bedroom and he rummaged through the top drawer in his night stand for the key.

Booth found the key and unlocked the cuffs. "What's this?" Brennan grabbed an adult magazine that lay on the back of his drawer and waved it in his face.

Booth turned a shade of red. "Give it!" Booth tried to take it away from her but she hoped on the bed and flipped through the pages. He knew she was enjoying it. Booth grabbed her by the waist and tackled her down on the bed, not hurting her. He took the magazine away and threw it on the floor.

They stared at each other, breathing hard. The last hours had had them both hot on the edge. Brennan leaned forward and kissed him, a passionate kiss that expressed both their need for the other. When they broke their kiss, gasping for air, they laughed together.

Brennan wrapped her arms around his neck, winking suggestively. Booth groaned in approval, ducking his head to kiss her lips again. Brennan flipped them on the bed, her mouth taking his in a hotter kiss. Her hands went under the hem of his shirt to explore the hard muscles of his abs. They both knew she was taking the initiative and Booth didn't mind it at all. Maybe next time they were cuffed it'll be for fun reasons.

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