HelloXD finally another B&B advent;) thanks to Caris Bennet for reminding me to finish up this one.

In this one we have B&B and two other men sharing a sleeping space. When morning comes Booth does not like the turn their sleeping arrangements took…

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Booth breathed in her heavenly, in his biased opinion, scent. Having Brennan's back completely flush against his front was like a dream come true. He found it utterly delicious to be sandwiched between the wall and her gorgeous, perfectly sculpted body. He hadn't intended for his hand to rest on her hip; it seemed as if his body and mind had similar plans. He wanted nothing more than to slide his hand to her abdomen, kiss her neck...oh her silky neck! All he had to do to was move his head an inch forward and his lips would be on her neck...

"Good night." Wendell's voice cut through his thoughts.

Of course it was no dream come true because if it were, he'd have himself and Brennan naked and going where they hadn't before. Oh, and of course their sleeping place wouldn't consist of the raggedy twin mattresses placed next to each other on the floor. They would definitely not be sharing said mattresses with Wendell and Clark.

Deciding to calm himself before he dragged Brennan to who knows where to rip their clothes off, Booth removed his hand from her hip.

"Goodnight, Bones." He deliberately whispered in her ear, keeping what was theirs between them.

"Good night, Booth." Brennan responded as she inhaled deeply. His breath had been hot against her skin as his lips brushed her ear with his words. Clark mumbled something that sounded like forth love of before he turned on his side, facing away from the other three.

Despite the tiredness produced by a long weekend of work, Brennan found herself wide awake. The soft, breathing sounds of the three sleeping men were the only sounds in the room. Although she was wedged between Booth and Wendell, all Brennan could focus on was Booth. His body behind hers, pressed completely against hers had Brennan straying into thoughts revolving around skin to skin contact with Booth.

She'd noticed how lately they'd been, on various occasions, on the verge of ripping their clothes off. It didn't matter where they were; the diner, the Hoover, the lab, the SUV, heck even the street. Brennan hated the sense of dependence she felt for him. They weren't even a romantically involved couple! And all she could think about was him, having him...anywhere. It had never been this bad, desperate between them before.

She sighed quietly. She knew she had to get a grip as he would say. There were feelings that went beyond friendship and partnership, they had been there for a long time, but lately being in the proximity of the other was turning impossible. There wasn't a day that passed without her having some sort of incredibly hot and wild fantasy about the two of them.

"Tempe!" She told herself in a low tone as she willed herself to go to sleep. It was neither the time nor the place to get herself all worked up about her partner.

Wendell whimpered softly as he sleepily fought Clark for the blanket they were sharing. Clark was tangled in it and wouldn't let go. Wendell, being in his usual sleep attire: boxers and tee, was literally freezing his ass, along with other valuable parts, off.

"For a little guy, he sure does hog the blanket." He mumbled softly as he was able to get some cover from the blanket the partners were sharing.

Booth wrapped an arm around her as be pressed himself even closer to Brennan. He felt cold despite the warmness of her body against his. He slowly opened his eyes, finding the early morning streaks of light illuminating the room.

The agent enjoyed the valuable, last moments of being cuddled up next to Brennan as he pulled at the blanket to cover himself. The wall behind him was cold and he wanted to be warm for a few seconds more. When he saw who was also covered with the blanket, Booth subconsciously hugged Brennan closer to his body.

Why the hell was the 'normal' squint cuddled up next to Bones?

Brennan was glad it was finally morning, meaning they could head back to DC. The previous night an inconvenience with the SUV presented itself and they had no choice but to stay in the only 'B&B' in the area. Bed and Breakfast was by far the worst name for the dump they were staying at.

Brennan placed her hand over the hand Booth rested on her abdomen and slowly swung it back to rest by his side. She placed her hand on his hip, pressing her bottom even more against him as she uncovered her body from the blanket. Once she was free of the blanket, she carefully pushed Booth back and away from her body.

Booth had a tight set to his mouth as he watched her stand on the mattress they were sharing. She took a step forward to get off when Wendell swung his legs in her path. She tripped, scrambling on all fours. Wendell raised his head, hair tousled from his sleep as he moved his head from side to side, searching for the loud sound of Brennan's fall. When he spotted her he mumbled an apology, burying his face on his pillow afterwards.

Booth was instantly up as well, beyond pissed that Brennan hadn't said anything to the squint for being too close to her.

B&B

"Woo!" Angela smiled wickedly as Brennan joined them on the forensics platform. The artist heard about Brennan sharing her sleeping space with three men the previous night. "Lucky you! Sharing a bed with three men." Angela winked at her friend as she sent Hodgins a suggestive look. He'd been lucky enough to settle his head in between two 'girls' the night before. Hodgins smiled back, giving his wife's breasts a quick glance before going into work mode.

"Did you really sleep between Booth and Wendell?" Cam asked, still a bit incredulous. She would have paid to see that sight.

"Yes." Brennan reminded them that intercourse was not a part of the sleeping arrangement. Brennan was momentarily caught up in her thoughts; what it could have been like had it just been her and Booth, the incredibly high sexual tension oh so very present...

"We should get to work." Brennan pointed at the remains they had to travel out of DC to unearth and had required all of them in order to get the unearthing job done. The other three nodded, wanting to dig in too.

B&B
Booth silently watched Brennan as she returned from her kitchen with two beers. She was still wearing the skirt and blouse she wore for court earlier in the day and Booth got a good glimpse of her hidden, to him, treasures when she leaned across the coffee table to hand him his beer.

"Thanks." He cleared his throat before he took a swing of the beer. Silence fell between them once again, like it had for the past week.

"Alright, what's going on?" Brennan asked as she tipped her head to the side in question. Booth had been extremely quiet when they were near each other and though she still wasn't very good at reading people, she could read Booth. He was upset at something and as his partner she needed to know what it was.

"I don't know what you are talking about." He was lying and she knew it. He busied himself with his beer; trying to evade the direction the conversation was headed.

"Liar." Brennan stated very sure of herself as she placed the bottle on the coffee table. She stood, kicking off her heels and walking around the coffee table.

Booth looked up at her when she stopped in front of him. He sighed, knowing she was stubborn and wasn't going to let this go.

Booth asked why she hadn't said anything to Wendell for being cuddled up next to her. Booth had overheard a conversation between the bug man and Wendell where Wendell stated that between Clark and Brennan there was no competition, it was Brennan all the way. The agent was not a happy camper after hearing that.

"According to your observation if I would have told something to Mr. Bray, I would have had to tell you something as well. You were also 'cuddling' with me." Booth's jaw tightened as he rose from his seat.

"It's not the same. We are…" He clenched his teeth as he crossed his arms over his chest. She was right. In reality he had no more rights than Wendell to be close to her. Why was he even jealous of Wendell? He knew the kid and Brennan had nothing going on.

"We are what, Booth?" Brennan asked, not allowing him to back down from his last words. Booth continued to stare at her. She was very close to him, with every breath their chests their touched, sending delicious sparks through their bodies.

He didn't answer her question with words because before he could catch himself his lips answered for him. For a second he thought she was going to push him away but when he felt her arms wrap around his waist, hands bunching in his shirt he knew she wasn't.

Their tongues dueled for dominance, it seemed as if their kiss would last forever, but it didn't. When they broke apart for air they both stared at each other.

It was time.

It was now.

Just the two of them.

Time to become one.

No running.

Brennan smiled seductively at him. She leaned closer to him, turning her head at the last minute before their lips met again.

"For the record," she whispered in his ear that Wendell was not the one she was thinking about during that shared sleeping space night. Her thoughts had and still revolved around one Special Agent.

"I see." Booth's predatory like smile captivated her as his arms wrapped around her form. A silent thought passed between them as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Clothes off, now!

Happy New Year to all:) hope you liked this crazed, desperate for each other partners. I know it's what most of us are dying to see on the show:)

To a New Year that will hopefully bring better things than the last. *cough* real B&B interaction for the rest of this season *cough*