Two Smut-Tweets this week, just because! All you tweeties know that each line is limited to 140 characters, which is why these little drabbles or whatever feel so disjointed sometimes. Oh well!
-b&b-
Brennan bit her bottom lip as the elevator doors opened. She looked both ways as she exited, pulling her coat tight around her.
Though she'd visited Booth in his office many, many times, tonight was the first time she'd been there for THIS purpose.
Booth's office was dimly lit, the only light on the entire floor was a small sliver from under his door.
It was cracked open only an inch, telling anyone else he didn't want company, but serving as her invitation.
She pressed on the door and leaned in the doorway, content to watch him work.
His shoulders were wide and taut under his dress shirt, the long sleeves rolled up just under his elbow.
His brow was furrowed, his jaw set as he tapped a few of the keys on his computer keyboard.
With his right hand, he reached toward his desk, but when the file he wanted wasn't within reach, he looked, and that's when he saw her.
"Bones," was all he said, leaning back in his chair with a pleased smile, resting his hands behind his head.
She felt warm as she stepped into his office, closing the door behind her. His pleasure at seeing her never failed to please her.
"Are we the only ones here?" he asked, and Brennan smiled.
"Yes," was all she answered as she walked toward him before primly settling against the corner of his desk.
He eyed her with a smirk and swiveled his chair in her direction. "Did you have a good day?"
It was a question he asked her every time they arrived home separately.
And usually, she would walk over to him, loosen his tie and pull him in for a kiss.
Tonight was no exception, but instead of standing near him, she rested on his lap, her suit skirt slipping up her thighs.
His warm palm caressed the outside of her thigh and he wrapped his other arm around her waist.
They both smiled as their lips met. The kiss deepened until Booth groaned, pulling back with a dark flush on his cheeks.
"Let's go home, Bones."
"I have a better idea," she teased. "Let's stay here. I'm currently highly lubricated."
"Uh, don't say lubricated, Bones." Booth rasped in shocked near-disgust. "It's so…"
"What?" Brennan challenged in a teasing tone, nuzzling his neck with her lips. "It is the correct term, right?"
"Well, jeez, I guess, Bones. But still…come on. It's like sometimes you want to annoy me, and…"
He felt a tiny smile against his neck and paused.
"Wait." He tightened his arm around her. "You DO want to annoy me! Bones…" he huffed and grabbed her tight, standing them both up.
He cupped his hands on her ass. "You wanted to annoy me into wanting you."
Her smile was nothing short of victorious as she rocked her pelvis into his, "It's worked, didn't it?"
Booth growled with a smile and stepped forward, effectively pinning her between his desk and his hard body.
"The door's locked, right?" he asked, and she laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"Yes. We're all alone. The door's locked, and…"
"And…" Booth's lips swept in and captured hers. "And you're…"
He didn't finish the phrase, but she knew what he meant. She took one of his hands and slid it up the inside of her skirt.
"Ah," he grinned in satisfaction when he found his prize. And Brennan's back arched, her hands resting on his shoulders.
"Are you feeling…annoyed, baby?" he murmured, licking with the tip of his tongue along her neckline.
"Hmmm…" she clasped his head in her hands and wrapped her legs around his waist. "If you keep calling me baby, I will be."
Booth laughed and pulled her hips closer to the edge of his desk as he settled his weight against her. "Okay, baby. Okay…"
-b&b-