Thanks to Pal Smurfs for this idea! See y'all on Monday with the Labor Day Naked Booth on Top story! It's called "Allegiance"

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Dark night. Darker moods. Hard rain. Harder feelings. Bumper to bumper traffic. Ego to ego fight.

Brennan clenched her jaw, and almost on demand, Booth looked at her. "Don't say it," he growled.

"Don't say what?" She countered. "That I was right about taking the off ramp 10 miles ago? Fine I won't say it."

"You just DID," Booth's neck twisted to the side and he pulled on his tie. After another minute, he yanked it off.

Tossing it into the backseat, he pulled in a breath through his nose. "Fine. You were right okay? Like 'always'."

She watched his movements, then very calmly replied. "Though I am very frequently right, it's impossible for someone to always be right."

Booth shot her an incredulous look, which she ignored as she looked out the window. "Though I do strive to be correct as much as possible."

Booth shook his head and sighed. Brennan looked back at him and shrugged. "What? It's true."

He chuckled humorlessly and looked out over his dashboard to see the evidence that they weren't going anywhere any time soon.

"You know, Bones," he shook his head again. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to stay pissed at you?"

Her eyes widened and her head reared back. "You're angry with me?"

He tossed his hands in the air. "We've been fighting all night long. You didn't NOTICE that?"

Brennan frowned and examined her hands. "I just figured we were engaging in lively debate."

"Debate," Booth snorted. "News flash, Bones. It's not debating when you…" He sighed. "You know what?"

Pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and his wrist to the steering wheel, he looked out the window. "It doesn't matter."

Brennan stared at him. "So…to be clear. We were just arguing about arguing…but now…we're not?"

Booth chuckled again, running his tongue against his teeth. "You're so…rational, Bones."

He swallowed. "It damn riles me up. And it calms me the hell down. And THAT annoys me…" he spared her a glance and smiled.

"And…it calms me, too," he admitted.

Brennan smiled softly and nodded. "I believe I understand your train of thought." Her gaze turned inquisitive and Booth grew curious.

"What, Bones?"

She tilted her head to the side and shrugged. "Angela once told me that she actually LIKES fighting with Hodgins."

Booth's eyebrows rose. "Oh yeah?" He swallowed before adding, "And why's that?"

Brennan shrugged again. "Apparently it's conducive to what she calls make-up intercourse."

"Intercourse?" Booth drawled. "Angela actually called it make-up intercourse."

"Well," Brennan pursed her lips in thought. "Perhaps not. But still…" Her wide eyes met Booth's, and he grinned.

"You want make-up sex." He stated. "With me." He laughed and shook his head. "You didn't even KNOW we were fighting."

One straight fingernail traced the inside seam of his suit pants. Booth shifted in his seat and groaned.

Brennan stared at his face, gauging his reaction. "But now I know that we were. And…it is an opportune time."

Booth's neck plunked back against his headrest. His eyes scanned the completely stopped traffic. "Opportune?" he swallowed.

"Yes," Brennan nodded. Her tone was hesitant, and he recognized that she wanted to do it right.

But her touch was sure, now a full palm against his thigh. "And based on my research, I know that we've never had that kind."

"Well…" Booth drawled, letting his own hand run along her arm, down to her waist and then up underneath her blouse. "It's too late now."

Her brow furrowed. "Too late? Why?"

"Because," he murmured, tracing the lace bottom edge of her bra with his thumb. He leaned in to worry her earlobe with his lips.

"Because…We're not fighting anymore, Bones."

He felt the moment she realized he was right and had to hide a smile at her disappointment. "I'll make you a deal, Bones."

He nuzzled the skin below her ear as his thumb began a delicious rubbing pattern against her breast.

"I'll let you know the next time we're fighting, and if you want, we'll have make-up sex. Right then."

She gasped and leaned into his hand, toying with his zipper. "Exactly then? Even if it's in public?"

Booth squirmed a bit, from her touch and her words. "Well, I'll probably find somewhere a little more private."

Brennan met his eyes and cupped him fully, smiling in satisfaction and pride when he arched his hips up and groaned.

"Private, like this?" she challenged and then she was making him crazy. Making him forget that even though they were alone…

Even though it was pouring rain and no one was likely to walk by, they were still very much in public, surrounded by a lot of people.

His hands grabbed her hips and he pulled her onto him, shoving her skirt to her waist in the process.

"If anyone sees this, you're just helping me fix my contact lens," he rasped, running his hands along her back.

"Mmmmmmm…." She moaned, her fingers sliding through his hair as she held him close. "You don't wear contact lenses."

Booth grunted and captured her lips with his. "Don't fight me on this, Bones."

Brennan smirked against his lips and kissed him back.

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