This tweet was from last Monday, after Emily Deschanel trended during the Emmys. Yeah, Emily!

-b&b-

"Bones," Booth leaned in her office doorway and pointed a file folder in her direction. "YOU are trending."

Brennan looked up from her desk and blinked. "Oh, well thank you, Booth. It's nice of you to compliment me."

"Of course," she continued. "I do not hold myself to faddish modes of attire; however, I do make an effort to look presentable."

Booth eyed her shapeless blue lab coat with a smile. "Yeah, Bones. Not trendy. Trending. You're trending."

Brennan looked at him with disdain, as if he'd made up the unfamiliar and therefore irrelevant word. "I don't know what that means."

No kidding, Booth thought, as he walked around her desk to stand behind her. He ignored her chiding tone and leaned forward.

His arms bracketed around hers as he opened a webpage on her computer and typed in a few keys.

"Here, Bones. On Twitter. You're trending. Look…see how many people are talking about your new book?"

"Twitter?" Brennan questioned, pointedly ignoring the attractive scent of Booth's aftershave. And the warmth from his chest.

"I'm not entirely sure that even if I knew what Twitter was that I'd want to be held in such popular esteem."

Booth chuckled, and the dark and soft sound seemed to fall all around Brennan like a soft summer comforting rain.

She pulled in a sharp breath and forced her eyes to remain on her computer screen when Booth leaned forward again.

He was even closer now, and she felt his tie against her back. If she turned her face, her cheek would most likely brush against his.

Her belly clenched with the thought of his day old stubble against her smooth skin. Swallowing hard, she gripped her desk.

"See, here, Bones?" Booth was asking, his voice low in their close proximity. "All of these people are talking about how great you are."

"Why?" Brennan couldn't help but rationalize. "They don't know anything about me, except for my literary accomplishments."

"Well, yeah, but…" Booth bit his bottom lip and looked at her. "I mean, come on, even those are pretty special."

Brennan looked at him in surprise. And despite the fact that she'd KNOWN how close he was, his physical nearness caught her off guard.

Her eyes fell to his lips before she could stop herself and she saw rather than heard him say, "So pretty."

"What?" she gasped. The previous flutter in her lower belly now blossomed into full fledged heat and what felt like adolescent desire.

Booth's eyes darkened and fell to her lips. "I mean…special."

Every other noise and feeling seemed to fade away, and Brennan recognized the sensation.

It had been happening more and more lately, and Brennan couldn't quite move away. "You think I'm special?"

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and she blushed at the way she'd whispered them.

A soft and incredulous chuckle escaped Booth's lips and he leaned imperceptibly closer. "And pretty."

Whether he was aware of his actions, Brennan didn't know. All she knew was that she was powerless to stop her own body.

Powerless to stop her own lips from moving toward his. Her own hands from resting lightly against his chest.

"I think you are also special, Booth," she admitted and caught the flare of surprise in his eyes right before their lips met.

The mutual shock between them ignited into mutual acceptance and desire.

When their tongues touched, years of tension broke into a crackling sparkle of unrestrained passion.

Brennan stood in an effort to be closer to Booth, but her chair rolled back, and Booth grunted against her lips.

They both stumbled slightly until Brennan found herself flat on her back, staring at her office ceiling and Booth's surprised face.

His body was pressed between her legs, her hands clenching his shoulders. The position was compromising, but satisfying.

Very satisfying, Brennan realized as Booth's hips rocked forward, seemingly without his permission.

She ran her hands down his tie to his waist, then hooked her fingers in his belt loops, pulling him in closer.

Booth grunted again, this time in surprise as his upper body came to rest against hers. Cradled against her body, he inhaled sharply.

"I like trending," Brennan confessed, and Booth laughed before resting his lips against her smiling ones.

This kiss was softer but no less intense and Booth hitched Brennan's legs around his waist, smoothing one large hand up her thigh.

"What else do you like?" he asked, figuring out the answer quick when she began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm about to find out," Brennan replied. Her words were saucy, but her tone was completely serious, and Booth smiled.

The smile fell away from his lips as she continued to undress him, and then they both found out.

Mmm…trending….yessssssssssss…

-b&b-