Thanks for the reviews and alerts on the previous chapter:D This one, you may or may not be too fond of in the beginning, just hang in there, lol. I got the thumbs up to post from my beta today and here it is. Hugs to my beta kaloblack for the help:)
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Booth and Brennan were at a crime scene. They had just made an arrest the previous day closing a two week long case and now they were bombarded with a new case. Brennan rose from her knelt position and ordered the remains to be sent back to the Jeffersonian.
Night had fallen and the partners walked in step to the SUV. They were caught up with the case talk and with their visibility impaired by the night neither one saw the wood board covering a hole at the construction site were the remains had been found. Brennan's foot made contact with the wood board and went through. Booth tried to wrap an arm around her as she tried to brace herself. Her nails scratched his neck as she went down into the hole.
Booth shut the water off and exited the shower, quickly drying and throwing on some gym shorts and a tee. He walked to make something quick to eat. He'd spent a few hours with Bones at the hospital. After some x-rays she was sent home with only a sprained ankle.
There was a knock on his door and knowing Brennan couldn't drive, that only left one other person. Booth opened the door and found Patricia, the woman he'd been 'dating', if you could call it that, for the past couple of weeks, standing there. She apologized for bothering him so late and he allowed her to enter. They walked to his kitchen and he asked her if she wanted some food. When he turned his head to place some food on a plate for her, she was able to see the scratches on his neck. They hadn't seen or talked much for over two weeks because of the 'case' he had been working on.
They sat on his kitchen table and she tried to keep her cool when she asked him about the scratches.
"There was an accident at the crime scene. Bones..."She didn't let him continue.
"Bones! That's all I hear about. Don't you have anything else, or anyone else, to talk about?" Patricia hated that Brennan was in between them all the time. He had pictures of her. Those two spend more time together than she did with Booth since they had stared 'seeing' each other. Patricia knew she shouldn't feel so much jealousy or dislike for Brennan because the anthropologist had never done anything inappropriate with Booth when Patricia was around; not that they ever did, right? But Patricia and Booth had been seeing each other and hadn't even slept together yet and Patricia felt it was Brennan's fault. Heck, they hadn't had anything more than a peck of lips. It was such a waste to be dating such a hunk and have no action because his 'partner' was the one getting it.
"We're just partners." Liar, liar pants on fire. He loved Brennan even if she didn't want a relationship with him.
"Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?" Patricia asked Booth, feeling that she'd be calmer in the morning, her eyes still scanned over the scratches.
"No, we're working a new case and I have to pick up Bones because she can't dr..."
"Bones, again. Ugggh!" Patricia told Booth she wasn't willing to be the idiot girlfriend. "Be man enough to admit that you're rolling around with your 'partner'."
"That's not how I got the scratches. I told you it was an accident and if you don't believe me then this isn't going to work." Booth knew it'd be for the best to end it there; not that there was much they'd done, but still.
"Of course it's not going to work out. I'm in the way of you two continuing your activities after work hours. You can go fuck her and have her scratch you all over now that you don't have to worry about hiding them." With that Patricia spun on her heel and exited his apartment. She was a beautiful woman and she didn't need this crap.
Booth sat with his laptop on his couch in order to check his messages. He saw that Brennan was online and connected with her through video chat.
"Heya, Bones. What you doing?" He asked with his brightest smile. He knew she was probably miserable with a sprained ankle.
"Hello, Booth. I can't sleep so I'm working on my latest novel." She was sitting on her bed and by the position of the laptop on the bed he could see what she was wearing: a tank top and panties. Booth tried not to stare.
"Well, I'll leave you to it." He told her he'd pick her up in the morning to drive her to the Jeffersonian.
Booth placed the laptop on his coffee table and accidentally pressed a key and his video chat was once again connected with Brennan. He went to the kitchen and had some water before returning to the couch. He started flipping through the channels and he couldn't get the image of Brennan in tank top and panties out of his head. She looked hot even when she was obviously in discomfort.
Booth had mindlessly stopped on an adult channel. He wasn't paying attention to what was on screen, his mind was on his partner. His body was hot and hard and he didn't want to deny himself. He was home alone, why couldn't he give in to what he wanted? His hand went under the waistband of his gym shorts and his eyes closed, head fell back as he pumped his shaft.
Brennan exited the bathroom and returned to her bed. She found that she was on video chat with Booth. She couldn't believe her eyes. Seeley Booth, her partner Booth, was engaging in a private session with himself. Brennan could hear some adult fun, as Angela would call it, in the background and she knew he wasn't aware he was still on video chat; it wasn't like Booth to do that, but she couldn't bring herself to sever the connection. She was…curious.
Her nails scratched her sheets as she kept her eyes glued to the screen. She bit her bottom lip and whispered almost inaudibly, "Take it off". As to follow her instruction, Booth took off his shirt and lowered his shorts, giving Brennan a full view of his aroused body. Brennan licked her lips as Booth worked faster. She was curious what name would be on his lips when he reached his release.
"Temp...Temp..." He began. "Boooooooones..." He finished with a scream and Brennan couldn't believe he'd just said her name. She shut her laptop when she noticed his eyes were open.
B&B
The next morning Booth found his computer still on the coffee table with no battery left. "Guess I didn't shut it off." He shrugged it off as he made his way out of his apartment.
Brennan was ready when he arrived to pick her up. It didn't go unnoticed by the anthropologist that her partner was especially cheerful this morning.
Brennan couldn't keep it in and when he stopped in front of the Jeffersonian she told him she had seen him last night.
"You saw!" He shrieked. He didn't know where to bury his head knowing that Brennan had not only seen him masturbating the night before, but she most likely heard whose name he'd said.
"Yes." She had a smile on her face. "It was a nice show. You definitely deserve your Cocky belt buckle." He was red and Brennan knew she could make him just a little redder. "I would have preferred an in person show." Booth's jaw dropped open. Brennan slowly made her way out of the SUV and Booth was too stunned to get out and help her. "I'll call you." Brennan
hadn't intended for it to sound so suggestive, but she took the opportunity and gave him a wink. Oh, shit. She wants a live show and she's going to call me. Seeing the look on Booth's face Brennan decided to ease up on him. "I meant that I'll call you once we have and ID on our victim." Brennan had a huge smile on her face as she made her way towards the Jeffersonian's main entrance. Booth could be such a prude.
B&B
Booth went to Gordon Gordon during his lunch break. He needed to talk to someone about the whole 'in person' show.
"Hey, Gordon Gordon, how you been?" Booth asked, sauntering into the restaurant's kitchen.
"Ah, Agent Booth." Gordon Gordon sent him a smile as he threw some vegetables on a pan. "What do I owe your visit to?"
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and stopped by to say 'hi'." Booth gave Gordon Gordon a smile.
"Why don't you just tell me what this is about? It'll same time." The ex FBI psychologist gave Booth a look and Booth knew he had been caught. Booth told him what had happened, including the part about wanting an in person show.
"What should I do?" The agent asked.
"Don't ask me. Follow your instincts. Ask yourself whatyou want to do." Gordon Gordon gave him a smile and Booth was lost in thought.
B&B
At the lab
Brennan and Clark were looking over the remains. Cam stepped on the platform and said the tox screen had come back negative. Hodgins stepped on the platform and told them the victim's clothing had semen on them.
"Must have been some show; An in person show." Hodgins commented as he left the platform.
"I told Booth I preferred that kind of show in person." Clark made a 'why me?' face. He just wanted Dr. Brennan to give him the green light to clean the bones. Clark didn't need to have the image of Booth giving Dr. Brennan an in person show. Cam smiled, remembering her times with Booth.
"Oh, yeah. In person's definitely the best way to go." Cam grinned and left the platform, knowing she'd left the good doctor intrigued.
"What are we talking about?" Angela asked, sketch in hand. She handed it over to Brennan with the information she got on the victim.
"You can clean the bones, Dr. Edison." Brennan snapped her gloves off and slowly retreated to her office. Angela was left staring after her friend.
B&B
Booth was in the Hoover when his cell phone rang.
"Booth." When he heard Brennan's voice he couldn't help but swallow. He wasn't sure if she was calling for the victim or the other thing. "Okay, send me what you got." Booth was a bit disappointed she was calling for the victim. He wasn't sure if he'd do the other thing if Bones actually asked, but he kinda wanted her to ask.
By the end of the day, Booth had talked to the victim's family. Without cause of death or suspects, they had the night free. Booth drove Brennan to her place and they ordered take out. Brennan was looking over the x-rays of their victim as Booth stood a bit awkwardly.
"What's wrong, Booth?" Brennan asked.
"Did you really mean that you wanted an 'in person' show?" He asked, biting his lower lip. Brennan stared at him, a smile on her face.
"I said 'preferred' and as much as I would enjoy the show, I know you're not going to do it. You're a prude." She said, finishing the conversation. Booth looked insulted and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled. The t-shirt fell on Brennan's computer screen and she looked up. "Booth, stop joking." She tossed his t-shirt back at him, taking a good look of his sculpted torso.
"I'm not joking." Brennan's head snapped up and she saw as Booth kicked his shoes off. Was he really going to give her a show? Booth wasn't sure if he was going all the way, but he was already taking off his clothes… Booth was working on his belt when there was incessant knocking on her front door. "Bones!" He had to yell to get her to snap out of her Booth induced trance. "Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, suddenly loosing all courage to give her the show.
"No." Brennan shook her head 'no' and walked to open her front door. She found none other than Patricia, Booth's 'girlfriend' standing there.
"I can't believe this." Patricia passed Brennan and entered the apartment. "You're half naked and you still had the guts to tell me last night that you're not sleeping with your 'partner'?" Booth was at a loss of words. Hadn't they broken up? "You have to choose, Seeley." She stated firmly. Brennan's laughter caused the woman to turn even redder with anger. "What are you laughing at, Dr. 'Ho?"
Booth saw as Brennan made a move towards the other woman and moved stood between them. "Whoa. Let's just all take a deep breath." He demonstrated but the two women just glared at each other. "Look Patricia, didn't we break up last night?" Booth asked.
"Bye." Brennan told the woman.
"I'm better in bed than you could ever be." Patricia stated with a smirk.
"I have no direct knowledge of that." Booth jumped in and Brennan turned to look at him. He was telling the truth and a smile tugged at the corners of Brennan's mouth.
Brennan waved at Patricia and kicked the woman out of her apartment. Brennan turned to Booth with a cocky grin. She walked towards him, grabbed him by his belt buckle and pulled him to follow after her. He willingly followed as she led the way to her bedroom.
The next morning Booth woke up with several scratches on his back and chest, but he wasn't complaining. Those scratches were for a good reason; they were a reminder of the 'oh so very good' night he spent with Brennan.
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