A/N: Ohhh. Two in one day. Rough day at work plus no motivation to do homework equals fast and furious writing. It's mildly smutty at the end. Actually it's smutty, smutty at the end just not as angsty or romantic I suppose. I don't know. I'm rambling because I'm tired. We're going to ignore that Tessa exists, because, well, I never really liked her anyway. This one's for cmol8806!

Reviews please!

Tag for 01x04 The Man in the Bear

BRENNAN: What happened to your shirt?

BOOTH: Well, we're in a bar, it's a look.

BRENNAN: Everybody is pumping me.

BOOTH: Sorry?

BRENNAN: For information on the case.

BOOTH: Bones, they're only pretending to be interested in the case.

BRENNAN: Why?

BOOTH: They're hitting on you.

BRENNAN: (laughing) Are you sure?

BOOTH: Yes, I'm sure. You're the hottest thing this town has seen in a long time. Check out the competition. Now that is somebody who wants to eat your heart.

Booth and Brennan made their way back to Brennan's suite. About halfway through the case she had finally given in to Booth's incessant whining about his $50 per diem and crappy motor lodge quarters. Since she'd been given no spending limit and had been put up in a considerably nicer and rather large suite she'd agreed to let Booth stay with her so they could actually get some work done rather than listening to Booth complain.

Brennan opened the door to the suite and made her way to the bedroom. Booth flopped onto the couch and threw an arm over his eyes to block out the light. He was annoyed but couldn't seem to pinpoint the reason. He tossed and turned and repositioned for an hour or so before Brennan made her way out into the living area to see what all the commotion was.

"Why are you moving around so much, Booth?" Brennan questioned.

"Can't sleep." He mumbled into the pillow then rolled over to look at her. She looked good. She did? She did. Was this why he was so annoyed at the bar?

"Well, could you at least lie still so one of us can get some sleep tonight?"

"Unnnhhh…Bones!" He groaned.

"What, Booth?"

"Nothing, Bones." He rolled over and smashed his face back into the pillow.

"Is there something wrong?" Brennan was confused by Booth's behavior. Perhaps it was the alcohol he consumed at the bar. She hadn't known him to behave this way under the influence of alcohol previously, but anything was possible.

"No." Booth grunted.

"Booth? Are you experiencing the effects of too much alcohol? You're acting very strangely." She questioned.

Booth sat bolt upright and looked at his partner incredulously. "What the hell, Bones?" He questioned.

"Booth. You're tossing and turning, giving me strange answers to simple questions or avoiding them altogether, and your overall behavior is abnormal…" she was cut off.

"BONES." He yelled, "I'm not drunk."

"Then what's the problem." Brennan was getting frustrated. Booth, typically straightforward, was playing some sort of game that Brennan wasn't interested in.

Booth had moved from his place on the couch and came to stand in front of his partner. He was stressed. His breathing was even but heavy, his heart rate was well above normal, and he could feel his normally sniper-steady hands shaking. He took one more step forward and came toe to toe with his partner. Brennan, not one to back off, held her ground.

The partners stood that way for several minutes. Finally Booth made a move and pushed her back into the wall his lips crashing into hers. Brennan tensed at first causing Booth to immediately regret the decision. Her body quickly relaxed, but Booth had already pulled away.

"Booth." She rasped, "Why did you stop?" Before he could answer she pulled him back to her and kissed him anew.

Booth's body responded immediately. His hands slid around her waist as his body pushed hers further into the wall. Her fingers raked through his hair and held his head in place so he couldn't pull back. His tongue traced her lower lip asking for entrance. She opened to him and their tongues met causing shivers to run through both of them. The kiss slowed—less urgent, more exploratory and passionate. Finally when the need for oxygen became an uncomfortable reality Booth pulled away resting his forehead on hers.

"Bones." He whispered. "What...that...I...so sorry." He mumbled as he stepped away from Brennan.

"Booth, you had a biological urge. It's totally understandable. We're both attractive people who are often put in dangerous situations. It's normal that we would be attracted to one another." Even Brennan didn't believe what had just come out of her mouth. There was way more to that kiss than satisfying biological urges. Booth couldn't even try to be upset with her for trying to explain it away. He didn't understand why he felt the way he did, but his body was definitely betraying the presence of those feelings judging by the uncomfortable tension in his pants.

"We can't do this. The FBI...We can't...partners can't. They'll sever our partnership, Bones." He really wanted this though.

"Booth. That rule only applies to relationships within the FBI. I am not an employee of the FBI. I work for the Jeffersonian and merely consult on cases. The rule does not apply to this." She was suddenly glad she'd taken the time to get clarification on that rule.

"But..." He started. But she didn't let him finish.

This time it was Brennan that stood toe to toe with Booth and pushed him up against the wall. Her hand traced from his jaw line down his chest stopping at his waist. Suddenly she cupped him through his pants.

"Jesus, Bones!" He yelped, "What the hell was that?"

"That, Agent Booth, was me testing the theory that your body doesn't much care what the FBI has to say about this."

She pulled his head down to her an kissed him hard. Booth immediately forgot where he was, what he was doing before, and anything else he might have known a few seconds ago. He kissed her back with abandon. They made their way through the suite into the bedroom and over to the King size bed. They left a trail of clothing in their wake.

Once they reached the bedroom Booth was left only in his boxers and Brennan in her bra and panties. She pushed him down on the edge of the bed and straddled him. She nipped at his earlobe sending shudders through his body. Slowly she made her way along his jaw and throat and down his chest and abdomen as she slid down his body. Brennan made it to the waistband of his boxers and teased him running her tongue along the edge. She pulled his to stand and pulled his boxers down with her teeth. Booth was shocked he didn't come right there. Before she could take him into her mouth he pulled her back up to stand then pushed her onto the bed.

"Your turn." He growled into her ear.

He crawled over Brennan forcing her to slide back further on the bed. He pushed her back and covered her body with his while flicking the clasp on her bra freeing her breasts. He took one into his mouth and palmed the other causing Brennan to suck in a breath. He licked and nipped at one before showing the other the same attention. He moved down her stomach licking and sucking causing Brennan to buck underneath him. When he got to her panties he traced his tongue along the edges then pulled them down in one smooth motion.

He settled between her legs and placed soft kisses on the inside of her thighs encouraging her to open up to him. Before he could get anywhere she tugged on his hair then grabbed his wrists and pulled him up toward her. She wasn't in the mood to be teased tonight and she knew he would if she let him linger down there.

"Now, Booth. I need you now." She rasped.

Booth wasn't going to argue with the woman. He locked eyes with her silently asking if she was sure. She nodded and he had his answer. He positioned himself at her center and she opened up to him.

He dipped into her slowly. She gasped and his eyes flew open as he checked to make sure he hadn't hurt her. Unable to stand it anymore Brennan grabbed Booth's hips and pulled him forward suddenly. He sank into her and buried himself to the hilt. He let out a long low groan as she sighed at the size of him. She gave herself some time to adjust to him before encouraging him to thrust.

She guided his hips slowly and he was happy to let her have control. Gradually they picked up the pace and began moaning one another's names. Somehow she knew just how to bring them both to the edge then back away before starting again. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"Bones..." He drawled. "I need..."

"I know." She replied breathlessly letting go of his hips and allowing him to set the pace. His thrusts came faster and with less control and she bucked underneath him trying to force him in deeper. Booth could feel her begin to tighten around him so he gave a few more hard thrusts before they went hurtling off that cliff together.

"BOOTH!" She screamed his name as she shattered around him the feeling of his own release prolonging her own.

"Oh God, yes." He repeated over and over until she'd milked him dry.

He buried his face in her hair breathing in the scent of her, of them together. He shifted so he wouldn't crush her then pulled her in close to him.

Just as they were drifting off into sleep Brennan's phone began to vibrate. The caller ID read "Hodgins" and she knew there'd been a break in the forensics.