Whenever I have to study for an exam I get ideas and wanna write some FF for B&B,lol. Here's a little fun to get us through until the next ep airs.

Much thanks to Caris Bennet, who is always more than willing to listen, read and help:D

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Fox.

"Wow!" Booth whistled, stopping to contemplate a pinball machine honoring the Stanley Cup. He had to admit that among the piles of junk in their victim's house, a few pieces here and there were quite extraordinary.

"Booth?" Brennan called from her squatting position by the window. Booth tore his eyes away from the amazing Hockey machine and ambled over to his partner.

"Looks like the window was forced." Booth commented before looking down on Brennan. "And there's blood." His eyes followed Brennan's black-light.

Scratchy sounds reached them from the front door. Booth's brow furrowed. Their victim was a loner and lived alone. They'd already found evidence of a break in and blood. Booth's gut warned him their visitor was probably not friendly.

Booth hooked his hands under Brennan's arms to haul her to her feet. One hand covered her mouth to muffle her protest while he drew out his gun with the other. They were standing in the living room, too far away to make it to the kitchen or any of the rooms to take cover in time. His eyes did a quick scan of the room, landing on a ceiling high pile of old newspapers and magazines.

Quickly and silently he walked them to take cover behind the stack just as the front lock gave in and the door was opened.

The space was extremely reduced, his body pinned between the wall and Brennan's warm body. She on the other hand, found herself trapped between Booth and the newspapers.

He listened to the footsteps of the intruder on the other end of the living room.

Booth was trying to concentrate, but it wasn't easy. Brennan's backside was pressed flush to his front. He'd forgotten how accustomed he was to pressing her to him when they were home, but his body didn't. It was difficult to keep himself in check when she kept squirming, brushing her ass against his groin.

"Stop." It was whisper soft in her ear, his arm tightening on her waist to hold her still. Brennan landed one hand on his empty hip holster and another on the newspapers in front of her to help her balance.

Booth had to grind his teeth with the effort to contain his groan.

The sound of something heavy being dragged across the carpeted floor redirected Booth's attention back to the intruder.

Booth signaled for Brennan to stay put as he slipped out of their hiding spot. Best to be the ones to land the surprise on the intruder than having it be the other way around.

"FBI!" Brennan heard her partner shout, followed by the sound of footsteps making a run for the door. Not wanting to miss out, Brennan stepped out from behind the newspapers and joined the pursuit.

B&B

Booth trotted down the stairs after checking up on his sleeping toddler and grabbing a quick shower. It was unseasonably hot and since it was late already he settled on a pair of boxers.

"Bones..." He raised an eyebrow when he saw her standing in the kitchen, wearing form fitting Lycra shorts and a sports bra.

She turned to face him, taking a long drink of water.

"Looking good, Booth!" A whistle and the familiar voice made him tear his gaze away from Brennan to look at the computer screen in front of her.

"Hello, Angela." Booth smiled politely, taking a few strides towards Brennan to stand behind her and effectively shielding his reaction to his partner's smoking body from the artist's eyes.

Booth barely paid attention to the end of the conversation, vaguely registering Brennan closing her laptop.

"Booth!" Her loud tone and elbow to the gut snapped him out of his thoughts. He'd caged her in, hands trapping her between the kitchen counter and his body.

"Are you going to let me out?" Brennan questioned, a hint of amusement escaping her.

"I don't think so." He shook his head, pressing even closer.

A startled gasp left her lips. It was the second time that day his body pressed firmly behind her. A delicious shiver ran down her spine at the knowledge that this time they were in the privacy of their home.

"You're a tease." He accused as she rubbed her bottom against his erection. "You could have kept still earlier today." He reminded before she could even argue.

"I was trying to stand straight." She defended as she also pointed out that he'd dragged her behind the pile of newspapers without warning.

"What about now?" He questioned, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I'm feeling how aroused you are." She tossed the statement over her shoulder and Booth went even harder.

"Very." He growled in her ear, slipping a hand under the waistband of her shorts.

"I'm...Oh!" She moaned at the feel of his hand cupping her mound. His lips landed sucking kisses on her neck and shoulder, his hips rotating against her.

"All day," He began, splaying his other hand across her abdomen. "I've thought about having you like this all day." He confessed.

"Must have been...ah...difficult to concentrate." Inevitably she arched into his touch, one hand reaching back to rest on his hip.

"Oh yeah." He agreed, using a sole finger to pump in and out of her.

They were driving each other crazy, needing one thing to complete the moment.

She managed to turn around and face him, shoving a hand inside his boxers to wrap around his throbbing hardness. Her head cocked to the side, leading the way back to the living room.

He willingly followed.

They stopped in front of the couch, her hand fisting him tightly. He closed his eyes, enjoying the glide of her hand on his shaft.

He opened his eyes when he felt her lips on his. Her tongue immediately asked for entrance and he was only too eager to accept. Their kiss was passionate yet playful.

She stopped touching him when the kiss ended.

He watched her movements with hooded eyes, following her discarded clothing as it fell to the floor. He trailed his eyes back up her body, catching the grin on her face and matching it with his own.

Before he could reach out and pull her back to him Brennan planted her knees on the couch cushions. Her hands braced on the back of the couch and she swayed her hips seductively.

"Is this what you had in mind?" She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling wickedly.

"Better." He growled, springing into action.