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"You can stop smirking any time now, Booth." Brennan tossed over her head as she tried to skate away from him.

"Ah," he only grinned wider and caught up to her. "Now, Bones…" he wheedled. "Don't be like that."

"Hmmm…" her eyes narrowed, and she tried to escape his outstretched hands. But THAT caused her to lose her balance. But he was there, as always, and she didn't fall. That is, he didn't LET her fall. Just as he'd promised. And as she regained her balance, she couldn't help but lean back into his strength, just a bit. "I still maintain that I won."

"Oh yeah?" Booth laughed, the sound reverberating around them in the empty skating rink. "Then why exactly are you here with me now?"

Affecting as casual a look as possible, she shrugged a shoulder. "Perhaps I let you win."

His eyes went wide, and he almost tripped as he began skating backward. He grabbed her hands in his and pulled her with him. "You LET me win, Bones? Oh," he laughed again. "I don't think so. We had a bet. And I won. Fair and square."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Fair and square doesn't even MEAN anything, Booth."

"Yeah, yeah…" Booth shook his head, pulling her closer to him and wrapping one arm around her waist as he now skated beside her. "It is just a catchy rhyme…but stop trying to change the subject," he insisted with a sideways glance. "Admit it…you wanted to lose!"

"Never" Brennan laughed and tried to move away from him. But if she was honest with herself, she knew she hadn't tried that hard.

Booth laughed too and then surprised her by skating them over to the side of the rink.

Suddenly, Brennan found herself pinned between his warm and firm body and the chilled plexi-glass wall.

Her eyes widened, but not as much as his did, once he realized what he'd done.

She waited for the dark color of his normal blush to streak across his strong cheekbones. But it never came.

She waited for his eyes to blink rapidly as he tried to figure out what was happening…but they never did.

She waited for his stammering apology and his quick swallow…but they never happened either.

"Booth?" she asked, and he surprised her by leaning in just a fraction closer. Now SHE blinked, wondering if the skating rink made him more confident. His turf. His rules.

"Bones," he answered back, in a tone just a flavor darker than normal. Brennan swallowed, as if she could taste the difference. "Bones…" he repeated. "Admit that you lost the bet."

Her eyes narrowed again, and she pressed her hands against his chest to push him back.

But he was quicker and grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides.

"Never…" she challenged, enjoying this back and forth.

"Never?" his eyebrow rocked up and he inserted one leg between hers. "You're going to make me take it from you? Is that it, Bones?"

His words and tone were arousing and shocking. This was her partner, Seeley Booth, talking to her like this.

She liked it. She loved it. She wanted more. "Just how to you propose to do that, Booth?" she couldn't help but ask, licking her bottom lip in punctuation.

A low growl rose from his throat and he laughed and then blinked, as if just then realizing what was happening.

But to his credit, he didn't step back. He merely leaned in and gently rested his lips against hers.

He tasted warm and cool at the same time, like hot chocolate with crème de menthe. Intoxicating in contradiction.

Brennan wrapped one leg around his hips, the weight of the ice skate on her foot heavy and distracting. Booth seemed to notice and he placed his hand on her thigh, bringing her foot back to the ice. But he stepped forward again, pressing his body against hers and giving her the pressure she wanted, even as he kissed her throat. Brennan rocked toward him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Take your gloves off," she demanded.

Booth's teeth clenched and he lifted his hands between them, pulling his gloves off with his teeth and tossing them to the ice.

He deftly unfastened her pants and slid his now bare fingers inside, cupping her bottom beneath her silk panties.

Brennan gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're so hot, Bones…" he ground out, smoothing two fingers inside of her welcoming body. "Still so hot." Gratified by his words, Brennan pressed her face to his throat, breathing him in. She knew he loved her, but now she knew he wanted her.

In and out, he touched her, bringing her to the brink before pulling out, letting only his fingertips rub gently against her. "Bones…look at me. Look at me, Bones," he commanded in a rough whisper.

Feeling almost disoriented, Brennan pulled back, forcing her eyes open to meet his. For a moment, she felt fear that he was going to insist she admit he'd won the bet, and for the life of her she couldn't remember. 'What bet?', her aching body was screaming. But he didn't bring it up, feeling the softness of her skin and the evidence of her reaction to him was victory enough.

"Bones…kiss me. I'll let you come if you just kiss me."

Desperate, she cupped his face and leaned forward, breathing him in for just a minute. Then she pressed her mouth against his, sucking in a breath at how good it felt. And true to his word, he concentrated his touch. It wasn't long before she was shuddering hard, barely able to stand up. "Booth!" she called out before kissing him again. His free arm snugged around her waist, holding her close.

"Bones…" Booth murmured. "I'll never let you fall."

Brennan pulled in as deep a breath as she could, smoothing her hands over Booth's chest. Her fingers tightened in the lapels of his wool coat and she swallowed. "What if I've fallen for you?" Now he blinked, and blushed, and swallowed. But then he laughed, the sound of happiness. "Then we're even, because I fell for you a long time ago."

Brennan smiled and caressed his face. "Take me home, and we can fall together. Literally. In bed."

Booth laughed again, and Brennan felt pleased in her ability to make him laugh like this.

"Well, Bones…" he murmured. "I'll make you a bet." Her eyebrows rose, and he smiled. "In fact, Bones…I'll bet you we don't even make it to the bed."

Brennan took his hand in hers and smiled. "Another bet, hmmm?"

Booth grinned at her cocky smirk and kissed her cheek. "Yep, and if you're lucky, I'll make sure that you win this one."

Brennan's eyebrows arched. "I feel as if I've already won. Maybe you should win." Her fingers traced along his body. "It's only fair."

Booth pulled her tight and kissed her quickly. "Fair AND square, Bones. Don't you forget it."

~~b&b~~